Can't Stop Thinking About A Big Tough Guy Who Is Obsessed With Being Pushed Around By His Chubby Gf.

hi hi!! I loved your nsfw alphabet for aizawa sm! I was wondering if you’d do one for shouto todoroki ?

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, and of course, I'd be happy to :)

(Just a heads up, I kind of always write with a chubby fem!Reader in mind)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's very attentive afterwards, checking in on you making sure you're alright and if you enjoyed yourself. He's a little scared of hurting you, so he needs some time to fuss over you to reassure himself. Spends a lot of time staring at you, a bunch of warm and fuzzy thoughts in his head about how much he loves you, how beautiful you are.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's pretty neutral on his own body, but he values the strength his body has and the ability to use that strength to protect the people around him.

He admires the softness of your body, the comforting plushness as he puts his arms around you, the cute squish of your cheek when he pokes it. He likes your hands, and how eagerly and lovingly they reach for him and touch him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to see his cum painting your skin, something about it just sits right with him. He's always just a little disappointed to wipe it off after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's obsessed with the scent of you, be it your body's natural scent or the products you use. A couple of times when you had to be apart, he tried using your shampoo or wearing your perfume on his wrist and was disappointed when it wasn't the same.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Shouto has no experience by the time you're together, but he's a quick learner and very communicative, wanting to know if what he's doing feels good and it never hurts his ego if you give him direction or ask him to do something different. He's a little shy at first when you try to give him pleasure in any way, but he quickly wants more, so much more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes fucking you against a wall, the pleasant press of his body against yours, the way you wrap yourself around him and hold on tight, the feel of your weight in his arms. It's so easy to lose himself in you like this, his mind soothed in a pleasant haze of pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be unintentionally goofy, that's just Shouto's nature. Sometimes he'll say something abrupt or out of left field and it'll surprise a laugh out of you, but he doesn't feel embarrassed and he's loves the sound of your laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't trim, but he doesn't have a lot of body hair to begin with. His hair color is split all the way down, and though you sort of expected that to be the case, it still catches you off guard that first time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's so sweet during. He always tells you how much he loves you and how good you look and feel. It's only a fraction of the soft thoughts that run through his head. He likes to catch your eye and cradle your face in his hand, he'll press your foreheads together or lean in to breathe in your addicting scent.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes he likes to swipe an item of your clothing and masturbate while taking in your lingering scent, thinking back to the way you looked when you were wearing the item. He makes sure to return the items to you clean and you don't even notice they're gone half the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, Shouto likes to be told he's doing well, that he's making you feel good. Call him a good boy and he'll be a total mess.

He's got a bit of a possessive streak in him, but he's hesitant to indulge in it. He likes the sight of his cum on you, and if you let him, he'll leave hesitant little marks on your skin, the softest of love bites, he'll grow a bit bolder with encouragement.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As long as there's enough privacy, he's not very picky about the location. He'll even steal you away at his agency if you're up for it. He doesn't necessarily want to be intruded upon while you're having sex, but there are times where he'll lead you somewhere private or you'll both emerge from some locked room or hidden nook and it's obvious to everyone that you're going to have/just had sex and it feeds that little possessive corner of his brain.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Telling him things like "I need you" will really get him fired up (hopefully not literally). Making it clear that he's the one that turns you on, that makes you feel good, that only he can get you off like this is like a drug, he'll do anything for that feeling.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to hurt or degrade you, even if it's something you want, it makes him feel awful. He also doesn't want to be degraded.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's kind of clumsy when it comes to giving, he's much better with his fingers, but if it's something you really enjoy he'll do his best to be good at it. He likes receiving, though is a bit hesitant to request it, but there's always an excited glint to his eye when you offer.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off at a slow, set pace, but eventually this sense of desperation sets in and it's like he can't help himself. You can always tell he's holding a bit back, though, he could be faster, more rough, but it's held back by a fear of hurting you. It'll take patience and encouragement for him to truly let go.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a fan. Sometimes it's just so hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He's often the one to initiate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's game to experiment with you so long as they don't push his hard boundaries. He often gets curious about wanting to try different things in the bedroom, often asking you about something you haven't tried yet and if you'd like to try. He's not very experienced when you first get together, and he's learning a lot about himself as well as you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's got quite a bit of stamina, sometimes it feels like the longer you go, the more energized he becomes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes using toys on you and buying you new ones if you express an interest in them. He'll just randomly show you something he found while online shopping like "should I get this for you?" You'll quickly accumulate too many of them if you don't stop him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't really understand how to tease, but he can unintentionally. You'll be out and about with him and his hand will find the small of your back and he'll murmur in your ear "I just want to get home so I can be back inside you" and then walk off and like, Shouto please, there's still several more errands to take care of and now you have to go the rest of the day with that rattling around in your brain.

On the flip side, it's quite fun to tease him. He's so cute when he's needy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Heavy panting and murmured words. Likes to check in on you and ask permission before he does anything. Tells you how good you feel, starts pleading and rambling under his breath as he gets closer to climax. "So good, so good, (Name)...I can't-please, I-"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He goes to Midoriya and Bakugou and some of his other friends for sex advice when he feels he needs it, and he's very open about it. It is incredibly awkward.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's slightly above average in length with a nice girth to him. He's tall and a little on the lean side, though still muscular. Broad shoulders that taper into a tight waist and a nice ass. Broad shoulders and strong arms. Shouto really looks like a model, a sculptor's dream.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Once he had that first taste of you, he can't get enough of you. He's going to wear you out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes a while to fall asleep after sex. He spends time just watching over you, even for a while after you fall asleep, he's still staring at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, studying your features. He never gets tired of looking at you, of being with you like this.

(Hope you enjoyed, anon!)

Iida/Reader thoughts

You cause some trouble during class or do something reckless during training and Iida lectures you about being more responsible or more careful in that way he does and you're just watching him with a dopey little smile on your face.

Because you know he only does it because he cares and he's so cute when he gets all worked up like that. You could watch him for hours.

He stops in the middle of his rant like, "(Name) are you even listening?"

And you're so cheeky, giving him an amused little, "nope," because you know it'll fire him up even more.

Then you swallow up his sputtering reply with a bunch of kisses until he (momentarily) forgets that he was in the middle of scolding you.

(Requests)

Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.

So They Know (Todoroki/Reader)

Summary: Shouto has a request.

MHA-MHA-MHA

"Can we kiss?"

You're in Shouto's dorm room, on his bed. You've both just finished the homework for tomorrow when he asks the familiar question.

He always asks before he kisses you, and you find it so sweet and so endearingly Shouto. You set your notes aside and smile at him, "sure," as if you would ever turn down a kiss (or two or twenty) from your boyfriend.

His eyes light up with delight, a small grin on his face. It's so subtle but you've gotten good at reading him. He shuffles his notes aside as well, more careless about it than you are, and moves closer to you. His hand finds your face and he's kissing you eagerly.

You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing closer with a satisfied hum. You thought Shouto would be reserved with his affection when you first started dating him, but he's surprisingly bold at times and very affectionate, especially in private. He craves your affection, and you're eager to give it to him.

Shouto nudges forward, encouraging you to lie back on his bed, and he comes to hover over you, licking his way into your mouth. Your mind hazes over pleasantly as he does this, one of your hands threading through his silky soft hair. He makes a soft, pleased noise as you lightly massage his scalp, one of his hands running up and down your side.

Time passes, it could be minutes, it could be hours, but you don't care, you could continue doing this forever, surrounded by Shouto's scent, the taste of his addictive kisses on your tongue.

Eventually, Shouto pulls back, but only slightly, "(Name)..." he murmurs, his breath brushing against your cheek. "Can I..."

"Hm?" you prompt when he doesn't continue. Your eyes are half-lidded and you're relaxed and warm. You run your hand in a gentle caress between his shoulder blades encouragingly, "what is it, Shouto?"

"I want to..." he sounds hesitant as his hand reaches up, the back of a single knuckle tracing down the side of your neck, "mark you."

Your breath hitches at the quiet declaration, the haze of your mind giving way to a bright awareness, "like, a hickey?" you ask him.

"Mhm," he nods, staring down at your neck where he continues to trace your skin. The action makes you shiver lightly. "If that's alright."

Heat blooms throughout your already warm body and you find yourself nodding, your stomach doing an excited flip. "Yeah...go ahead." You tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

Shouto hums and pulls his hand away from your neck to brush some of your hair out of the way, "thank you."

Your heart skips a beat as Shouto's lips find your neck, his earlier hesitation gone now that you've given him permission. He's so gentle, featherlight kisses trailing over your skin as he takes his time with you. Your eyes slide closed in response to the subtle pleasure, the intimacy of what he was doing.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, "your heart is beating fast."

"You can feel that?" you chuckle, your voice is quiet, anything louder feels like too much. "I'm alright. It feels good."

You've been taking things slow together, extended makeout sessions and some shy hands over clothes. This feels like a step further, but you don't mind. You like it.

At your reassurance, Shouto continues, his tongue poking out occasionally to taste your skin. You let out soft sounds of enjoyment, your hands on his shoulders serving as an anchor. You're enjoying yourself as much as Shouto is, your teeth pressing into your lower lip as his mouth closes over a spot of skin and he starts to suck softly.

"Mm..." a quiet little moan leaves you and you're almost embarrassed, but Shouto's answering groan, equally as quiet as your own sound, soothes your nerves and kindles a small fire within you. You're not ready for anything more than this, but you can't deny how exciting it is, the effect it has on you.

After a few minutes, Shouto pulls back with a soft "chu" sound. You both are slightly out of breath, equally affected. You blink up at him and find his expression particularly tender, with a heat in his mismatched eyes that you're not quite used to.

Shouto lifts his hand and touches the pad of his thumb to the wet spot on your neck, presumably where he's left a hickey. "It didn't hurt, did it?" he asks, always so concerned that he's handling you too roughly.

You shake your head. It didn't hurt at all.

"Hm," he studies the mark, transfixed, the way he runs his thumb over it is almost worshipful, "I like it. I like the idea that you'll see this and know I left it there. Anyone who sees it will know it, too, and I won't even have to say anything. They'll just know you're mine."

He says it so casually and yet his words make your mouth run dry, your skin feel electric. Completely lost for what to say, how to express exactly what you're feeling, you pull him back into a kiss, more heated and fervent than before.

The next day, when the collar of your shirt doesn't quite cover up the small red mark on your neck, you catch the stares of your classmates and your heart flutters.

They know.

(Requests)

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Requests Are Closed

Hey guys! I'm temporarily closing my requests until I catch up with the ones I already have lined up.

I've been having a lot of fun since I've started this blog. It's kept me inspired and I'm so thankful for everyone who's taken an interest in my writing. I'll be sure to open up requests again as soon as possible!

Current Requests

Iida/Chubby!Reader (NSFW)

Aizawa/Idol!Reader

Shouto/Reader first time (NSFW)

Hawks/Chubby!Reader

I tend to space out my requests with pieces I'm personally working on, so keep that in mind. Thank you everyone for your patience! <333

(Filled Requests)

Hi! Could you do Iida yandere headcanons? If it can be sfw and nsfw it would be lovely, thank you <3

Of course! I love Iida and I think his brand of yandere would be pretty interesting :x He crosses me as a guilty, self aware type of yandere.

It got kind of angsty, just to warn you ;;;;; The first chunk of headcanons are SFW, and then towards the end I indicate when the NSFW starts.

Yandere!Iida Headcanons

He's absolutely terrified of his own possessive urges when it comes to you. The more he falls for you, the more he wants to keep you all to himself, to the point where he wants to hide you away from others. He's aware that it isn't normal, let alone something a good hero would do. No, that sounds rather villainous, actually. It's something Iida struggles with a lot. He strives to be a good person, worthy of the name Ingenium. He wants to be someone his family and the people around him can be proud of, he wants you to be proud to be with him. The darker, uglier side of him causes him a lot of distress, and he wonders sometimes, when you look at him, if you can see the darkness there. It makes him sick to consider it.

He ends up going to Tensei for advice. "Can you love someone too much?" and Tensei, thinking it's just Tenya, his earnest and good baby brother Tenya, being an overthinker, laughs off his concerns. He assures Tenya that there's no way he could ever love someone too much, and that love should be given to that special someone as freely as possible. Poor Tensei doesn't see the darkness in his little brother's heart, he doesn't understand what he just endorsed.

Iida still tries to hold back with you, still strives to be that good hero he wants to be. But he gradually slips deeper and deeper.

He meddles in your affairs. He views you as helpless (regardless of how competent you actually are) and finds ways to take tasks away from you, discouraging you from taking on too many (if any) responsibilities, insisting that it's for your own good, and he truly believes it. You might find yourself gradually losing more of your agency.

If you're also a hero, the absolute, white hot rage he feels when a villain manages to hurt you is hard for him to contain. He barely manages to stop himself from hunting the villain down (reminding himself, over and over, what he promised himself after the Stain incident). If he's on the scene with you, he's brutal with his interference, his engines roaring as he takes the villain down quickly and with excessive force so he can reach your side. His blood rushes in his ears and you look so frighteningly fragile to him. Why did you choose this life? It's not suited to you at all, it's much too dangerous. He wants to hide you away more than ever, lock you away from everything that can even think of hurting you.

Iida eventually spirals further down into his obsession with you, and it's tragic. This isn't the person he wanted to be. But as he takes away more of your agency, isolates you more, and eventually steals you away completely, he becomes almost resigned to it. Because the other option is letting you go, and he can't do that, selfish as that is.

If you grow scared of him, become angry with him or disgusted by his possessive nature, he feels awful about it, but he only clings to you tighter, fruitlessly begging for your love and forgiveness.

NSFW

Iida's almost frantic when he fucks you, holding you tight, engines revving, thrusting quick and deep. It's like he thinks you'll disappear on him if he lets you go. He whispers apologies into your skin, eyes misty. He feels like a pervert how much he wants you, the lust you inspire in him.

He wants to bite and mark you, paint your skin with his claim on you, but he can never bring himself to do so, not wanting to maul you like a beast. However, he leaves bruises from his grip sometimes, around your wrists as he holds you down, pressing you into the mattress as his hard body bears down flush against you. Or when he grips your hips and pulls you insistently onto his cock. He always feels bad when he sees them, but deep down it's satisfying, they're proof that you're his.

If it reaches the point where you know about Iida's possessive nature, where he stops denying it and he takes you away, he'd never force you to do anything in the bedroom. But it doesn't stop him from wanting you, so much that it hurts, so much that he can't hide it. The littlest things about you arouse him, and though he'd keep his distance, you're constantly aware of the heated stares he sends your way, the tent in his pants as he hurriedly excuses himself from the room. You hear him in the bathroom sometimes, the undeniable sound of him pleasuring himself, your name on his lips. Your dirty clothes disappear sometimes, returning to you freshly washed and neatly folded, and you know what they've been through.

(Requests)

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

(Requests)

I love a good Friends With Benefits scenario where the guy is all aloof like, "I hope you don't plan on getting attached" and then he's the one that ends up fully, irrevocably, pathetically in love.

Different Types of Love Confessions

Public Love Confession

Desperate Love Confession

Romantic Love Confession

Casual Love Confession

Shy Love Confession

Accidental Love Confession

Nervous Love Confession

Song Love Confession

Long-Distance Love Confession

Drunken Love Confession

Angry Love Confession

Written Love Confession

Creative Love Confession

Unexpected Love Confession

First-Date Love Confession

Sleepy Love Confession

Anonymous Love Confession

Dramatic Love Confession

Late-Night Love Confession

Spontaneous Love Confession