Horny Thoughts

LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!!☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

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"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

RUIN ME!🥵 JUST UGHH!

“It won’t fit,” you whine, peeking down over the swell of your breasts and feeling immediately dizzy upon seeing Sukuna pressing the throbbing, thick tip of his cock into your cunt. 

“Quiet for daddy,” he growls, not paying you much mind and merely swatting your thigh gently as you break his concentration. He presses the tip of his cock past your opening, eliciting a hiss and whimper from your red, bitten lips. 

Agonizingly, Sukuna presses in a little bit more, sinking bit by bit into your soggy, velvety heat. His eyebrows raise, pulling together in the pleasure from being inside you. 

“Shh,” he soothes, though his voice is still rough, as whimpers and mewls escape you. 

His cock is so big, so unbelievably thick. As he pushes inside, you feel like you’ll burst from the sheer weight of it. Inch by inch you’ve lost track of how long it’s been since your initial protest. Seems like that was forever ago, and now his cock is fixing to split you in half, and you swear it’s so long that you feel it bumping at the base of your throat, though that could just be your own anxious heart, and– 

“Breathe, brat,” Sukuna murmurs, hand splaying out on your lower stomach as his thumb swipes at your clit. 

With great effort, you suck in a breath of air, exhaling and allowing yourself to relax, just slightly. You repeat the action and gather yourself even more, and that’s when you realize he’s stopped moving. 

“Daddy made it fit. Went through all that trouble. Now take it like a good girl.” 

Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care ☹️

TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written 💔

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

Murphy’s Law, in its simplest form, claims that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other words—you were a walking fucking disaster. 

Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. You’d labeled yourself as a “clutz” thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.

The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers! 

It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didn’t expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.

That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a “stuck up bitch”, but one pair of lustful eyes lingered—the same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides and—

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled. 

The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alpha’s licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didn’t appreciate it at all. 

“Stupid bitch” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed you—you don’t miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green. 

Then nothing. 

A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright. 

The tapping stops.

The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. It’s painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. “I am here”.  Soft purrs rumbled from the alpha’s chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasn’t until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger. 

A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. 

“You’re… You’re— Deku” he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. “And you’re (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?” 

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

“Well, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?”

An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.

“I didn’t take them this morning… I forgot”, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

“That was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.” He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. “Do you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?” 

 Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head “no”.

“I see...” he continued with a smirk, “Do I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?” 

“A b-babysitter!?!? I don’t need a—I’m not a baby!” you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. “Oh? But big girls wouldn’t forget to take their blockers, especially if they’re going to be out so late. Do you understand what could’ve happened if I wasn’t patrolling the area?”

“Yes but—

“So, you knew better but still didn’t do better. That doesn’t sound like an adult thing to do.” He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.

“No!” you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Hero’s raised brow. “That’s not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didn’t think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, and—

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not only forgetful but a pushover as well?” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

 Izuku wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero. 

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt your little feelings, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Don’t you not want me to do my job?”

More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you aren’t a “big girl”.

“m’sorry” your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I have really bad luck and it’s frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Deku”.

That’s interesting, he thought, hoping you’d elaborate on what you meant by “bad luck” but when you didn’t continue, he just smiled.

“Just doing my job!”.

A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but it’s fleeting. He’ll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasn’t as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that you’d remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind. 

Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this”, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasn’t much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe. 

“I— You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. “Shit!” you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. “Thanks, Mr. Deku!

“And then there was one” Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time he’d saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldn’t give for a chance to correct your behavior. 

A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style café/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you weren’t Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment. 

Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order. 

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?” you chirped sweetly. 

“Hmm—a proper thanks would be nice”. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. “Its you” you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. “It’s me” he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face. 

The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.

“Well, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Deku” you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet.  “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.

“s-so” you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, “what would you like?” 

You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, “I have a taste for something sweet.” His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. “Any suggestions?”

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that. 

“U-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of them”.

 That piqued his interest. 

“Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Today’s special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!” you declared proudly. “A twist you say?” he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. “I add a sprig of mint for freshness” you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. “It’s my secret ingredient”.

Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed. 

Deku leaned back with a smirk, “Well then, it’s settled. I’m gonna have a taste of your little pie”.

Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the university’s business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. You’d also disclosed that you didn’t really enjoy your job, but you didn’t have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldn’t get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a “fan girl” and he happened to be your favorite. 

“Like it’s just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while I’m moments away from death”.

Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps you’d gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that could’ve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself. 

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”! 

Somehow, you’d managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill. 

“Oh! Ohmygodimsosorry!” You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling. 

The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that you’d get every time you messed up during your shift.

“You useless fucking omega!” He seethed, “Can’t do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?”

Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.

Long story short— he broke your ex-supervisor’s hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that he’d be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest. 

You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skin—it was easy to just “let go” like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.

Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neck—encouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect. 

“Being so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, that’s right. So pretty” He cooed sweetly, “Love takin’ care of you like this. You like it too, don’t you baby?” A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that he’d just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. “ ‘course y’do, bunny. ooo—you got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?” Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. “Please ‘zuku. Wan’ it back. Need it, Alpha” you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. “Want it all. Wanna cum. Wan’ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~

Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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warnings: smut, angry rough sex, biting, choking, dumbification

iwaizumi couldn’t even remember what triggered the argument. it was something small that shouldn’t have mattered that snowballed faster then either of you could stop it. he should’ve expected this to happen. both of you had been so busy and stressed, spending too much time apart, it was only a matter of time until something snapped and you ended up here. the two of you had been at it for an hour now, harsh quiet tones turned to screaming turned to silence that was louder then anything yelled before.

he hates this, the tightness in his chest and heat in his face. he’s about to give in, tell you that you both needed to cool off cause the fight was only going in circles when you speak up again. it’s strange, he doesn’t hear your words exactly but your tone, half petty and half challenging echoes in his ears and he’s moving towards you before his mind can catch up, shoving three fingers in your mouth, hooking them and pulling at your jaw until your flustered face is only a breath’s distance from his stony one.

say that again, i dare you.

instead, you bite down on his fingers and everything clicks in his head. you need your stubbornness fucked out of you as badly as he needs to take his frustrations out on your cunt. it’s a blur of motion after that, wrestling you to the floor on your hands and knees, pulling your pants down and ripping your panties off you while he shuffles his sweats down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. his suspicions are only confirmed when his tip meets your dripping entrance and you’re the one pushing your hips back trying to get him to hurry up. he’s quick to reach around and wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing it once in warning.

you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way? your choice, princess.

he sinks himself inside you in one thrust just as your mouth opens to answer, snickering at the moan you let out instead of whatever sarcastic answer he’s sure was coming. it’s messy, more of a fight as you manage to roll away at one point just for iwaizumi to grab your ankle and drag you back beneath him, this time folding you until your knees hit your chest and he could watch the angry glint in your eyes melt away as he fucked you into the floor. his own hips stutter when you call out his name, your tongue lolling out when he finds that spot inside you that has you gripping him so tight his eyes roll back.

there’s my sweet girl, you just needed your pretty pussy stuffed, didn’t you? not gonna answer, did i fuck you dumb already, princess? don’t worry you don’t need to think, just be a good whore and take it.

So I want her job. To be fucked STUPID man..sign me up 🤤⚰️☠️🥵😩🥴💦

on the job

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, sex pollen (which means there are noncon/dubcon elements), reader is a sex worker, cum play/cum eating, semi-public masturbation, unprotected sex, sex toys, degradation, slight overstim

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just the things of porn and fantasy–they’re actually quite common and too often fall into the wrong hands. Heroes, of course, do the best that they can, but when they get hit, they must be taken off the line of duty and someone needs to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be? Obviously, you.

a/n: Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for cheerleading me through this whole idea and inspiring, shall we say, next steps ;)

If it weren’t for the NDAs, there were certain things you’d want people to know.

The first would be that you really liked your job. It was a simple truth, a pleasant one, since most people don’t get to say that they like their job as much as you liked yours. But, unfortunately, you couldn’t tell anyone, anyone, what your job was. You had to say broadly that you were a gig worker, that you worked on commission. If pushed, you’d say it was government contracted and that everything else was secret. After all, no one wanted society to panic.

Think of the children.

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hey there ! small tiny intsy bitsy request because i find no one messes with my baby daddy much . so sero hanta ! babie loves it when is thick gorgeous wife (with tattoos) rubs his back (i headcanon that sero has a HUGE tattoo taking up the entire wingspan of his back). he loves it even more when she grinds herself into him to get off. when he realizes she’s close he he flips her over and fucks himself into her while spitting pure FILTH into her ears. slapping her ass, pulling her hair, all of that and then some. cant forget the breeding kink ! “i wanna make you a mommy. can daddy do that? can he make you a mommy?” .

mmm look i’ve been thinking abt this one for a while but here she is.

hope you enjoy!!

one thing you always did for sero was rub his back. after a long day of working he was always pooped, and laid face down wherever he landed, be it the couch, your bed, even the floor. luckily it was the bed this time.

he had barely pulled his briefs on before you heard him groan and flop, letting out a sigh. he was probably already drifting off and that sucked. not that you didn’t appreciate your husband working, but you got lonely here all by yourself, and him coming back was always the highlight of your day. even if it was just to eat, lay down, and cuddle you a bit.

“hey sweetie,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the ambiance of the room currently, “you feelin’ okay?”

he shifted slightly, turning his head to you, opening an eye and beckoning you close to him with a twitch of fingers. “mhm yeah, c’mere, wanna feel you reinita.” he smiled seeing you move to him quietly, rolling to his side to gather you in his arms. “there you are amiga, how’s my favorite girl?” he brushed his long legs against your equally bare ones. you both left as much skin out as possible when cuddling, which resulted in only undergarments being worn around.

you smiled softly, moving stray hairs away from his face, kissing his chin, “i’ve been okay,” your eyes glittered when you felt him trace little patterns on your back, “you sore again?” and at his eyes leaving yours, you rolled him on his stomach, “shoulda told me sweetheart.”

walking to the bathroom to get the argon oil you regularly use on your own tattoos, you hear him groan out a, “but i wanted to hold you bomboncita! come back,” you walked in to him kicking his legs like a child. you swatted at them, making him still.

“i can’t cuddle someone who’s tense! relax, it’ll only take a minute,” you straddled his thigh, dripping oil into your palm and getting to work.

sero’s tattoo always made your heart flutter. the big piece always drew your eye, almost beckoning you to kiss and muzzle it when his back was to you. it spanned his back, creeping into his shoulders and arms a bit, and if you look carefully, you can even see it peeking over his shoulders from the front. he’d told you before some of the skin is sensitive, so getting the chance to help it shine a bit more always told you about some of his tender spots.

rocking back and forth, you were so enraptured in the pretty ink, you barely noticed your panties being stained by your wetness until you heard a questioning hum come from sero’s prone body. it makes you stop a bit and settle yourself down more, jerking when you do and lean forward again. continuing to hand hands up and down and across his back, you still rock on his thigh, surely it’s glistening under you because of how soaked your undies are. you try to stifle any notices but they can’t be helped when you feel him clench up, giving a harder surface to grind on.

his voice almost makes you stop, calling, “keep going mi reinita,” but it spurred you on more, making you a little one track minded as you butterflied your legs to get better control, one hand on his lower back, the other moving your panties to the side before settling in the covers. “good gir- hey! don’t bite you lips, i want to hear you.” you had covered your teeth with your lips as always, and him knowing you so well made your heart flutter, so your next sound came out a bit punched out and you could see his fingers clench.

the impromptu massage turned into you getting off on sero’s toned thigh, stroking and scratching some of the skin on his lower back all while your head hung between your shoulders. little hums and breathy puffs of air escaped your lips, and it took everything in sero not to turn and pin you down. when your breaths got quicker and your hips got sloppier, he turned his head towards you, smiling softly at your heaving chest and open mouth, eyes barely cracked. “come on bomboncita, you can do it,” and his words must’ve helped because your legs clamped down a bit more, and he could feel the little heartbeat intensify.

you were almost there when you were flipped over to your back. it was sudden and made you dizzy, which only got worse when sero stuck long, thin fingers into your weeping hole, coaxing your orgasm again, whispered, “cum, mi cielito, all over my fingers,” and when you did, you felt your legs tossed over broad shoulders, and the taut hold on your panties get tighter.

he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing, pressing slightly into the hole, but never breaching. it was liable to drive you up the wall, so when your voice carried, “please sero, don’t tease me, wanna feel you,” he smirked.

taking your chubby cheeks between his fingers, he moved your face to his, calmly saying, “you know how to ask better that that,” continuing the motion he was repeating.

“please,” you gulped a bit, “please daddy, wan’ you to cum in me, please!” and with that your mouth hung open with a cut off squeal, him sliding in and immediately kissing your cervix. your body was tight before it collapsed, leaving you defenseless to his long thrusts, that only got deeper.

doing this only made him a bit bored, he wanted to see you worked up, wanted to see you struggle through sentences and gasp and ask him for that you needed. so he did.

leaning down, he knocked your legs from his shoulders into his elbows, threading fingers into your braids and tugging your face to his. he looked into your eyes from here, huffing when he saw how glazed they were, “you like that bomboncita? like your husband fucking you good like this?” your slack jaw only made your noises louder, but that wasn’t what he wanted. he patted your face with his fingers, knocking you from your haze, “i asked you a question mi alma, be good and answer.”

“yes- yes daddy, i lov- mm! love it a lot,” you heaved a sigh looking up at him, grabbing his neck and bringing him even closer to your shaking form, “dadd- papi, cum in me please, wan’ your cum in me s’ ba-ah fuck!”

he had cupped your head, bringing his other hand down to spank your thigh, “fuck mi amor, you want papi to give you a baby, hm? tell me.” hearing your voice crack, “oh! yes, yes, yes papi, gimmie a baby!” made him wild. flipping you into your hands and knees, he plunged back into you, lithe hands gripping your hips tightly, bringing you back onto him a bit harder. “gonna cum in you so deep, make you a pretty mommy,” he reached down dragging you up by your neck, placing his lips by your ear, “you ready for papi’s baby, mommy?”

his hand clutching your throat made you breathless and his hand spanking you from not responding on his time only made you hush a bit more, “yea-yes papi,” you strained out, smiling despite the airy quality to your voice, “s’ re-ready papi.” you put both hands on his forearm, keeping it there even if he did loosen his grip a bit.

he grunted into your ear feeling the way your walls clenched a bit having his hand around your throat still, “fuck mi alma, gonna give you pretty babies, keep you nice an’ full,” he dragged his hand from its position slapping your ass to your tummy, caressing it and squeezing any fat there, “can’t wait to see, mi amor. see my pretty mommy carry papi’s babies, plump and roun- oh shit!”

you had cub around him, body tensing and jerking uncontrollably. he was thrown off by the sudden tightness of your cunny, sucking him in and the feel of your runny cum sliding down his balls, wetting the covers. he knew it was the last stretch for him, calling your name he moaned into your ear, “one more for me, ay dios mio- milk papi’s dick, c’mon.” running fingers over your wet, pulsing bud, he made you jerk away, but held you still, getting you to cum again after that should be easy.

no matter how weak the orgasm felt to you, he felt it inside of you from the top of his head to the tip of his dick, spurting sticky cum all over your pulpy, sore walls. he caressed your neck when he heard your little gasp, looking down to your moving hands when you laid them on your mid tummy. “feel good, mommy? you like papi’s cum deep in you?” he kissed up your jaw.

you hummed lightly, “yeah papi, feel warm no-,” a yawn cut off your next words, “kinda sleepy now.” you felt his chuckle through your back.

“that’s okay, mi alma, rest,” he laid you down softly, pulling out of you and covering your leaking pussy with your panties again, watching them dampen even more when his cum leaked out, “keep that in you a bit longer, okay?” you nodded to him, closing your legs. “i’ll take care of you mommy, just rest.” and with that, you drifted to sleep.

Lmfao. I would love for that to happen

Ngh going to the laundromat across the street late at night cuz it’s the only time it’s not full, and there you fine Mikey waiting for his clothes in the washer, lollipop stick twisting up and down.

At first you walked past him with a fleeting look at the same time he momentarily looked your way, then the two of you do a double take at the same time, cuz fuck Mikey is handsome and damn where have you been in his life.

He talks to you while you load up the washer, smooth talker and a little too cocky, toeing the thin line between reckless and a bit unhinged- it’s hot regardless. And Mikey likes how you roll your eyes despite giggling so adorably to his nonsense, thinks that a pretty thing like you must be taken already and are only being nice to a random guy- then again, he doesn’t really care.

And, well, long story short, Mikey has you on top of your washer, a hand pressed on the back of your neck to keep you smothered on a breathless kiss, and the other is under your one of your thighs squeezed around his hips, your ankles locked on his lower back as he drops you over and over on his cock, with lewd and obscene “fwop fwop fwop” of squelching juices. As much as you tell him, beg him “s-slow down Mikey… the win-ndow, someone could see us~”, he can only think about how pretty you look under the pink neon light of the laundromat, specially when your eyes cross at the middle when you cum.

The next day you’re dazed and numb from the waist down, the best fuck of your life like never before. But part of you thinks it’s a onetime thing and you’d never really see Mikey again so you go on with the rest of your life without making such a big deal out of it.

Jokes on you tho. Now you got a gang leader absolutely obsessed with you uwu.

Like Jesus. Just 🥵🥴💦☠️⚰️

this took so long for no reason sorry bb

cw: lazy sex, slight daddy kink

The harsh rays of the sun burned into your eyes as you fade into consciousness, causing you to squint in pain. You let out a tired sigh as you roll out of bed only to be pulled back against your boyfriend’s hard chest.

Megumi nuzzles his head into your neck, you fitting against him perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. He rubs small circles into your tummy, making you relax into his touch.

What seems to be a few innocent rubs turn into lingering touches down your skin, sloppy kisses and bites on the sensitive skin of your neck.

The feeling is pleasant, Megumi’s mouth on you with his hand trailing further down has goosebumps forming on your skin, your naked cunt growing wetter. When his palm reaches your sex you stop him.

“Trust me, I want to. But I have a meeting I need to get to soon”

Megumi ignores you, his hand slipping past your wet folds to play with your clit, rubbing circles into it as he spreads your arousal around the nub.

You mewl feeling his thick fingers slide over your entrance before pushing inside, the slight stretch stinging just a tad.

Your breaths come out shaky, trying to shut your legs to stop the orgasm building inside you. “Megumi, did you not hear me? I have to go—”

“You’re not going anywhere, especially with this pussy all nice and wet for me” his husky morning voice sounds from behind you, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

He slips his fingers from out of you, replacing them with his fat cock as he bottoms out inside you, silencing your scream with his slick coated digits.

He holds your leg up, thrusting into you lazily as your eyes roll back in pleasure, tasting your essence on his fingers as his length drags in and out of you.

“Be a good girl and take daddy’s cock.”

Maybe being a little late was worth it.

I didn't think I needed fae izuku but damn it I NEEDED fae Izuku

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

fem!reader. mdni.

Nanami Kento being the foodie he is, loves eating your pussy and he especially loves eating you from the back.

He sends you a text while you’re at home lounging around that reads, ‘I’m leaving the office. You know where I want you when I get there.’ And well, you do know where he wants you.

Because for the past few months, every time Kento has a stressful day at work (which honestly, was every day), he’s adamant on eating you out as soon as he gets home. You’re practically his dinner, the way he expects you as soon as he gets home and eats you out like a man starved. “It’s a stress reliever,” he always tells you.

And so when you know he’s nearing the house, you’ll position yourself on your shared bed just how he likes after ridding yourself of all your clothes: ass up in the air, backed arched, cheek pressed against the duvet, and ankles hanging off the bed.

You hear the front door slam shut and his heavy footsteps getting louder as he nears the room. He opens the door rather roughly, plopping his suitcase onto the floor and immediately walks towards you. “How was work?” You ask casually as if your bare ass is not up in the air.

Kento loosens his tie with deft hands and unbuttons a few buttons of his shirt, “work was shit.” And that’s all he says before he pulls you higher up to his face with his large rough hands on your hips, his mouth instantly sucking in one of your outer lips.

His hands move to hold the sides of your ass, spreading your pussy open for him before his tongue slides in between your folds. Kento slurps up your slick, loud wet noises filling the room. It’s evident he’s had a particular stressful day with the way he eagerly and roughly eats you out. “You always taste so good,” he breathes into you.

He sucks on your folds, digs his tongue into your twitching hole, and his nose bumps and drags along your wetness. You whine and mewl and finally, Kento runs his tongue against your clitoris in a soft manner, almost lovingly caressing your bundle of nerves.

His tongue is like honey, the way it smoothly glides along your cunt.

When you cum, it’s when his fingers sink down into your cunt while he lightly laps at your clit. You writhe underneath him, press your cunt closer to his mouth and moan mindlessly into the duvet. You clench tightly around his long fingers, juices spilling out as he thrusts into you continuously.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing okay, since he has not once taken his mouth away from your sopping pussy to breathe.

But Kento is doing more than okay considering his hard cock throbs in his black slacks, practically begging to be inside you. He drags a hand to his hardness, palming himself as he eats you out messily.

He finally pulls away when he’s made sure he licked you clean of yourself, his chin dripping with your cum. Panting as his fingers slide in between your wet folds, he asks you, “how about my dessert?”