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so high - sero x reader

so unfortunately i have come to realize that there is not enough sero content??? so im here to bring more!

nsfw content below!!

you had smoked weed before. would you consider yourself a pothead? ehhh… maybe not all that. recently though you had gotten back into it due to getting to know sero.

sero on the outside didn’t seem like a pothead. whenever you both talked the conversations were always so lively and he was always so attentive, unlike you who was lost in his hazy gaze. however you soon learned why he constantly had this look.

“you smoke?” he asks one night after you had finished watching a movie and were sitting in his car. “i have yes” he smirks and looks at you, holding a fresh joint in his hand. “you want some then?”

and now you were fried out of your mind. you hadn’t even taken that many hits, 2? or maybe 3… or 5… maybe double that. regardless you felt good though, you had never been this high before but it honestly felt amazing.

sero glances over at you while he takes another hit. your eyes are so low he can barely tell your awake. your breathing is shallow, you look extremely relaxed but just to make sure he taps you in your shoulder.

“you good?” you slowly turn your head to look at him. your eyes analyze him up and down and notice how good he looks all of a sudden. did he always look like that? or was it because you were high. you lick your dry lips before looking up at him, giving him a small nod.

he looks at your face a second longer after your reassurance, he wasn’t worried but he was curious. he wasn’t sure what he couldn’t figure out in your expression but he needed to know. just as he looked at you again to ask he saw it. you squeezing your thighs together. it was very subtle but he could see it. he stared at your thighs before looking up at your face, seeing you looking at him.

he smiles before putting out the blunt. “you sure you’re ok?” “yesss sero why would i not be ok” he just shrugs. he liked playing this game with you, seeing how needy you would get just from smoking a little and being in close proximity with him. he already knew his feelings towards you, he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world but never confessed because he has no clue if you felt the same.

you 100% felt the same, as soon as you saw him your breathing picked up, he looked like he was crafted ever so slowly and perfectly to you. right now though those feelings were enhanced. you couldn’t help but stare at him. stare at his lips and wonder how soft they would feel on yours. his arms, how strong he was and how he could just manhandle you however he wanted to.

your thoughts were interrupted by a snap in your face. “hello? you’ve been starin for a minute now” he gives you a questioning look before you laugh awkwardly. “s-sorry, just um really high i guess” “really high huh, so is the high making you squeeze your thighs together like a needy whore or is that just you”

you gasp. you weren’t expecting him to be so blunt but moreover, you didn’t even think he would notice. your mouth hangs open trying to form some sort of response.

he had an impulse and he went with it before he could stop himself. he shoved two fingers into your gaping mouth. he hears a small sound of suprise come out of you, shortly followed by a moan, he smirks, “shh no need to worry about it baby let me help you.”

now here you were, layed out in the back seat of his car with his face buried between your thighs. his hair ragged from you pulling on it so much but he didn’t care he liked loved it. “shit sweetheart, you taste fuckin amazing.” he continues to lap your cunt as if you hadn’t already came 2 times prior from his mouth alone. “i wanna feel you squeeze around my fingers yeah? you can give me one more i know you can baby cmon.” he coos as he slowly slips 2 fingers into you.

your breathing stops at the new sensation. your body felt so much more sensitive than usual right now, it could be the weed, or the fact that you’ve finished twice already, or sero was just good at what he did. “s-shit sero, slow down p-please! i’m gonna c-cum already.” you whine. even though your begging him to slow down, your body clearly doesn’t want him to as your hips are jerking up, wanting him to give you more.

“please cum for me sweetheart, i wanna see you fall apart on my fingers before i fuck you dumb yeah?” his fingers move faster in you as his tongue latches back onto your clit. your back arches as a strained moan comes out.

“f-fuck i’m- ah- im c-cumming” you shout as your thighs shake around his head. your pussy squeezes around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. he slowly takes his fingers out, licking them clean as he looks down at you.

“you’re so fuckin perfect you know that? got my dick hard as a rock” he tells you as he unzips his pants and takes off his boxers. your eyes widen. he was huge. it honestly looked like it found split you apart. you stared at the pre-cum leaking out of his tip. you bend over and look into his eyes as you slowly lick the tip. he shudders before looking down at you. “oh i’m gonna ruin you baby.”

and that was not an exaggeration. he pulled you onto his lap, looking up at you for reassurance to make sure you were ok with this. you gave him a nod before he lifted you up, aligning himself with your wet cunt. he let you slowly sink down and you gasped, your breathing stopping. “hey you gotta breath for me sweetheart, that’s just the tip” your brows furrow. there’s no way.

although sero wants to have patience and let you adjust to him, he is far to horny and eager to see you fall apart on him. “ok i’m gonna help you ok mk?” he looks at you as you mutter a small ‘ok’ back to him. he gives a toothy grin before gripping your waist tightly and slamming his dick into your cervix.

you were so full and it happened so suddenly that you couldn’t even make a noise, he wasn’t even moving but you felt like you could cum already just from the feeling of him inside of you. “you ready baby?” you can’t even really give him a full response, already feeling dick-matized as he begins to move.

“look at that, your pussy is just suckin me right back in, s-shit you feel good” he moans as he starts to pick up his face. you haven’t been able to speak any form of words other than an occasional ‘yes’. all you could form were moans and random babbles as he fucked you dumb.

he could tell you were close, even though you couldn’t verbally say it, your body was trembling in his hands as he continued to make you bounce on his cock. your cunt sounded oh so pretty as it took him, squeezing around him like you didn’t wanna let him go. your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped, letting out even louder moans as he laughed. “yeah it feels good sweetheart, you cummin again? i can feel it, c’mon let go for me” he speaks. his praises take you over the edge as you clamp your thighs shut cumming all over him.

that last squeeze was all it took. “f-fuck baby, your gonna make me c-cum” he quickly pulls you off of him as his cum spurts out, getting all over your stomach and chest.

the both of you are breathing heavily, taking a minute to calm down from your high when he suddenly hears a soft snore come from you. despite you being naked and your pussy literally dripping in his back seat, he found you the cutest right now. he shook you to wake you up. “i’m sorry but you gotta pee first before you can take a nap” you groan as you try to find your clothes and put them on. however your entire body is still having aftershock shakes, making it much more difficult to get dressed.

sero kisses your forehead before helping you put your clothes back on. “you did so good for my sweetheart.” you smile up at him, before hiding your face in his neck, feeling shy. yeah he was falling in love.

bonus!!!- sero had carried you back to the movie theater, although you claimed you could walk, as soon as sero put you down to let you go to the restroom, your knees buckled underneath you. he quickly caught you, giving you an ‘i told you so’ look as he carried you bridal style to the family restroom.

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yes i did use the fandom head cannons for this story SUE ME! regardless i hope other ppl out there are looking for sero stories cus there fr is not enough out there for fine shyt :( but thanks for reading if you did love ya!

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i should be posting something cute tomorrow!! sorry for my inactivity so far <3.

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bestfriend!katsuki says he’d marry you!

you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.

without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.

he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”

“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”

he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”

you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”

his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”

you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”

“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”

you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”

he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”

a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”

he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”

you chime in. “it’s not the same!”

he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.

like he already has the ring.

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[10:55 PM]—mine to cherish

—pairing: miya osamu x gender neutral! reader; genre: hurt/comfort, light angst, fullf, established relationship au! collegeau!; wc: 1.5k+; warnings: body issues

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It was one of those nights. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror, eyes hazy, lost in your thoughts. The shirt you were wearing wore a little tighter on your skin. Have you gained weight? 

You touch and squish around your body, feeling the way it spills in between your fingers. Every inch and crevice of your body suddenly felt foreign to you. The person in the mirror is unfamiliar. How have you changed so much in such a short span of time? Had you really let go of yourself that bad?

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, one that grows the more you prod and stare yourself down. Maybe it’s because you’ve been eating too much lately. More than you should. Three meals a day, all heavy, laden with carbs and muscle-building protein. Your stomach protruded, and you swear you look almost pregnant. 

You should definitely go on a diet. You can’t lose yourself any more than you have. You need to lose it all, return to your prime. After all, if you don’t, maybe your boyfriend will leave you. Maybe he wouldn’t love you anymore–

“Baby?”

The door opens. Miya Osamu, your boyfriend of 6 months enters your bedroom. You quickly cover up with a towel, a rush of adrenaline fueling you. He shouldn’t have to see the state you were in. What if that turned him off? Pushed him away? Stupid you. Why did you have to dwell on something like this when you were supposed to get ready for your date?

Osamu had been planning this date the whole week. He wouldn’t tell you where the two of you were going, insisting that all you had to do was dress up all nice and pretty and wait for him to pick you up. He had been excited for this date. He always was. In the past 6 months you’ve come to realize that your boyfriend had a thing for planning dates. It was one of his favorite things to do. 

But everything seemed to be going wrong today. You not only woke up late only to realize that you had fallen asleep in the midst of doing an assignment that was due last midnight. You were also unable to submit it. And worst of all it was for a subject that had a strict professor– one who accepted no excuses when it came to late outputs. As if your grades weren’t suffering already. 

It didn’t help that when you went to heat up leftovers for your late brunch, your microwave decided that it was the perfect time to malfunction. Rendering you no choice but to eat the last, measly pack of crackers that you had in your pantry. 

You didn’t even know what you wanted to wear for the date. All Osamu told you was to wear whatever made you feel good. But it had been an hour, and 5 outfit combinations later, you were still stumped on what to wear… leading to your predicament now. 

Osamu had let himself in with the spare key hidden underneath your porch’s plant. He had gotten here about an hour ago, and figured he would let you take your time to get ready, opting to watch one of his favorite cooking shows on your TV instead. But a couple of minutes ago, he had begun to get worried. He called your name, but to no response. 

In his worry, he had gone up to check on you, only to feel his heart breaking at the sight that greeted him. 

There you were, half naked in front of your full-body mirror, looking at yourself with disdain raging through your eyes. The way you immediately covered up and tried to hide the insecurity that was buried deep within your heart made him want to cry. 

He didn’t like seeing you so… gone. 

“Samu!” You say, voice chirpy in a fake way. “Sorry, was I taking too long? I’ll be done in a few minutes. Can’t seem to decide what to wear.” You try to laugh it off, but you can’t really hide from Osamu. 

Annoyingly enough, Osamu was one of the most perceptive men you’ve ever met in your life. Even without you saying anything, he just somehow knew when you were feeling sad, unworthy, pissed, happy. It was as if he was just in-tune with your every being. 

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise for you, when he could see right through your insecurities too. 

Osamu slowly walks towards you, gently grabbing your hand in his, simultaneously making you drop the towel you were holding on top of your form as a shield. You felt like you were baring yourself to him. You hadn’t really gone that far into intimacy with Osamu yet, but he never held that against you. But something about this moment felt so incredibly raw. A connection that went deeper than anything you had ever gone through with him before, 

Amidst the silence, Osamu holds your hand gently, guiding you back in front of the mirror. You look at him through the reflection, eyes full of fear bridled with miniscule hope. You weren’t sure what he was going to do. You try to avoid looking at yourself, not wanting to deal with the fact that you– imperfect, tragic you– was being held in his arms. 

But he wouldn’t let you.

With a gentle but firm touch, he grabs hold of your jaw, slowly running his fingers through the tapestry of your neck. His other arm finds itself curled around your stomach, pulling you in, flush against his body. You’re caged in his embrace, and the tension surrounding the two of you makes your breath hitch. 

“Look at you, baby.” He says, voice low and raspy. You try to look away, but he doesn’t let you, his calm aura encouraging you to look. To see what he sees. “So pretty for me…” 

There’s a glassy look in his eyes. And honestly Osamu finds himself completely enamored by the sight of you, so pliant in his arms. It’s the first time he’s seeing you like this. He feels like he’s just unraveled a new layer to both you and himself. You were so ethereal. And you were his. His to love. His to cherish. He would be damned if he continued to let your depreciating thoughts plague you deep. 

“Samu..” you’re breathless, completely overwhelmed by the pure devotion he was showering you with. There was no doubt in his eyes. He loved you. He didn’t have to say it because the way he was holding you, amidst all the things you seemed to hate about yourself, and was still able to look at you like you were someone straight from his wildest dreams, made you feel it. Clear as day. 

“Those thoughts that plague your pretty little mind aren’t true, baby,” He kisses your head softly, running his hand through your hair, consoling you. “You’re beautiful no matter what. All mine to love. I love seeing you so cared for. You’re so precious to me.”

Nothing but sincerity bled through his words. You’ve never felt so seen and cared for, the worries washing away. It was silly to worry so much when Osamu never cared about how you looked or whether you fit in with what society thought was beautiful. He cared about you. He cared about whether you felt loved. He cared about you being happy. Fed. Content. Cared for.

All Osamu cared for was making you the happiest in the world. 

So when you look back at him, eyes watery, tears threatening to fall from how touched you were, all he does is turn you around in his hold, hugging you as tightly as he could, grounding you. Comfort. Safety. 

“Hey,” he says, calmly rocking the two of you where you stand. “Please don’t cry, baby. You’re breaking my heart here.” It’s lighthearted the way he talks, and you can’t help but giggle as the tears fall, smiling into his chest. “We’re still going to go out on our date, y’know?”

Feeling a lot better, you look up at him, arms wrapped around his waist. You stare into his eyes, seeing nothing but love staring back. 

“I still don’t know what to wear.”

Osamu chuckles. “You could wear a trash bag for all I care, baby. I just want to be with you.” 

“Then let me grab a trash bag then–”

Osamu laughs, happy that you’re feeling a lot better than you were a while ago. He holds you in his arms, spinning you around until you fall flat on your back atop your bed. 

“Samu! Hey! I’ve got to get dressed,” you try to seem annoyed, but terribly, you fail to cover up your laughter.

“Just a little longer,” he says, going all soft, relaxing on top of you. “Let me hold you for a bit longer.” 

And you smile softly, running your hands through his hair. This was what you needed. Everything you could have ever asked for and more. Osamu brought you laughter and joy, silence and serenity. He was your pillar. A love so gentle, yet deep. And you were thankful to whatever god existed that you were his just as much as he was yours. 

finally got to upload something!!! school's been pretty hectic (rip, it's only the second week) but i'm trying my best to write as much as i can! lmk what u thing, would love to interact with everyone!

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Okay because listen a story about Touyas reaction to you walking down the aisle. Please🙏

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ if this man asked me to marry him, i would in a heartbeat. hope you enjoy this 🪶 anon! ↳ 0.6k

𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1

The light poured through the huge glass windows as a tall figure stood waiting nervously, shuffling on their feet as they tried to distract themselves from what felt like the longest wait of their life.

Today was a day they wouldn't ever forget, for all the right reasons, a day they were glad had come around.

On the opposite side of the huge wooden door, another person felt the same waves of anxiety, taking deep breaths that they slowly exhaled, trying to keep their nerves in check.

They knew what awaited them on the other side, who they would be making their way to, and despite being their safe place, it was still a daunting experience.

The sound of loud organ music rang throughout the building as both figures looked up, turning themself to face the doors as they opened with a groan. That's when time felt like it stood still, breath catching as their eyes fixed on the figure walking down the aisle.

Today was the day you were marrying your childhood sweetheart, the one who had always been by your side since the very beginning of your hero journey - the blue-flamed pro, Touya todoroki.

Taking in a shaky breath, you exhaled it out again as you gripped onto Shoto's sleeve. The younger male softly reassuring you the closer you got to Touya, the look on his face making you blush slightly as you stood in front of him, his hand taking a hold of yours. He was still as handsome as the day you'd first realised you'd fallen for him.

A relationship that no doubt made his fans shed tears.

Turquoise eyes watched as you walked up the aisle with his brother. You were nervous, he could tell. Hell, he would be if it were him.

But what caught his attention the most was how you looked. the light that crept through the skylights, catching the gems on your dress, cloaking you in an ethereal glow.

From your dress to your veil to the way your hair and make-up were done, he felt his heart flutter like it did when he was a child. When he first laid eyes on you, tooth missing smile and all.

He knew from that day that you were going to be his wife.

Ripples of whispers sounded, but to Touya, they fizzled out as he walked the way you clung onto Shoto, trying to keep your nerves at bay the closer you got to him. A stray tear slipped down his cheek as his emotions got the better of him.

By the time you reached him and stood in front of him, Touya came back around, hand reaching out to grab yours as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. His way of helping you calm as you glanced up at him.

"You look so beautiful, doll, like something from one of my fucking dreams". It was low enough for you to hear as you smiled, head tilting as you looked at his eyes, tears slowly lining your waterline.

And by the time it came for you both to be announced husband and wife, cheers sounding as he dipped you before placing a kiss on your lips, he knew one thing was certain.

You were an angel placed on earth to help him through all he had to go through, an angel who he'd get to spend the rest of his life with. Facing every single challenge head-on, no matter what it was.

An angel who would find her dress pooled on the floor before the night was over.

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shigaraki + overstim + there was only one bed

pretty pretty please!

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shigaraki + overstimulation + only one bed // ordered from the juice bar - nsfw

shigaraki's never slept next to anyone before.

he has no idea how to hold his body next to you; he's experiencing the odd sensation of each of his limbs seemingly hovering an inch above the bed.

you're so warm. he had no idea humans could be this warm.

your hand reaches behind you and tugs his over your waist. all at once, his brain inputs too much information: the plushness of your tummy, the bare strip of skin under your belly button that is so soft it feels criminal to touch, the warm scent of vanilla in his nose as he sinks deeper into the embrace.

his cock hardens immediately.

shigaraki freezes. your ass wiggles and he grabs hold of your waist with a strangled groan. "y/n - "

"yeah, tomu?"

he doesn't know what to say. his thoughts are coming out translated in sensation only.

"having a hard time thinking?" you press against him; the underside of his shaft pulses against the curve of your ass. "i can help with that."

you twist to face him. "let me touch you."

his brain shorts out.

"please?" you rub his dick through his sweats. drumbeats of pleasure spike in his blood.

"fuck, y/n - " his hips roll into your touch. you feel better than anything he's ever felt.

you free his cock, your eyes taking in the flushed and weeping tip, and your whole face lights up with excitement.

"oh, you needy boy," you coo, and shigaraki watches more pre-cum dribble out of the tip of his dick.

you spit liberally into the palm of your hand and start pumping your fist. he emits a whine, high in the back of his throat, before clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. you wrench it away.

"nuh uh." you clamber into his lap, shucking his pants down. "let me hear you, tomu. let me hear you make those pretty sounds."

he's heard so little praise in his life, and your words explode like starbursts of pleasure along his skin. "y/n - fuck, i'm sorry, i'm gonna cum soon. it feels so good, and you're so pretty -- "

he cums in thick spurts all over your hand, coating your fingers. you jerk him through it, ignoring his trembling lips, his teary eyes -

"fuck fuck fuck - y/n it's too much. it feels weird, but good, too? don't stop, please? please keep touching me."

you suck his weeping tip into your mouth, scraping your teeth at the sensitive skin and smiling when he jerks in your mouth and groans, because of course he likes a little pain. and then you bob up and down on his dick, suckling him down your throat like you want him to live there.

it takes him longer to cum the second time; by the time he's unleashed his load into your mouth, he's hoarse from shouting your name and the league has threatened to blow up the room no less than four times.

(he hopes you'll sleep next to him again tomorrow.)

sakura-coded shigaraki never experiencing the experience of human touch that isn't violent

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When you've been a writer for long enough, commas become more of a spiritual practice than a grammatical one.

Could I explain the actual rules of how they’re used? Absolutely not.

Do I rely on sensing a tremor in the force to tell me where to use them? Yes and this has never failed me even once.

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kamisato ayato x gamer reader headcanons! fluff | 0.3k words

>loves to buy you trinkets to help decorate your desk setup. whether it be a cute figurine related to your favorite game, or a small plush that can sit on the top of your monitor and watch over you, he loves to buy you anything and everything that you could ever want... even if what you want is an overly expensive dlc for your game that he sees no true purpose in buying.

>while he adores giving you gifts, he feels more loved himself from quality time and physical touch. whether it's playing games together or him cuddling you as you play on your handheld device in bed, he loves to spend time with you in the ways that you enjoy. your carefree interest in games helps to encourage him to relax when he isn't busy, allowing him to temporarily ignore the mountain of responsibilities he faces. your relaxed tempo helps him remember that there is more to life than duty and accomplishment, and that you genuinely do love to spend time with him when you get the chance.

>before meeting you, all of his time off would be spent studying and continuing to worry about family tasks that had fallen onto him. now, he loves to explore cozy games with you, a great escape from his otherwise stressful life. he tends to enjoy the more relaxed simulation games, such as animal crossing and stardew valley. with such a busy life, he does not want to be stressing during the time he has set aside specifically to relax.

>he does occasionally get jealous of how much time you spend on your computer, but that's only if he has free time and you choose to game instead (rare occasion!). he overall is happy that you have something to help pass time while he is busy taking care of commission affairs. he knows that you often times would rather be with him, but having a hobby that you love makes a huge difference in the guilt he feels about leaving you at home when he has things to arrange.

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congrats on 4k my love! you deserve it so much, so so proud of you! 🫶🏻 for your celebration, can i have letter J with Dabi please, need to scratch an itch 🤭 tysm beautiful, you serve everything good that comes your way 🖤

“you think you’re cute, don’t you?” his voice was dangerously quiet. that rough, scratchy tone dipped even lower when he was pissed, and tonight, she’d pushed him way past that.

she only smiled, smug and breathless, legs already trembling where he had them pushed up high against her chest. “depends,” she whispered. “is that why you’re fucking me like this?”

dabi snarled. his hips slammed into her hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. he didn’t even try to be gentle. not tonight. not after watching her laugh at some extra’s dumb joke. not after the way she touched that guy’s arm just to see if he’d flinch.

he hadn’t. not in public.

but now he was losing it. “wanted attention, right?” he growled, fingers digging into her thighs as he drove into her again. “wanted me pissed?”

her head tipped back, lips parted in a moan and that only pissed him off more. he gripped her jaw, made her look at him. his chest heaved, body slick with sweat, staples catching the low light like tiny sparks. his eyes were blazing.

“look at me,” he bit out. “not gonna let you fuckin’ pretend it’s anyone else.”

she whined, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts and dabi lost the last thread of restraint. he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and slammed into her harder, faster, so deep it made her eyes roll back.

“you like makin’ me jealous?” he hissed, lips at her ear. “you like knowing i’ll fuck you rougher when i’m mad?”

she gasped. “yes—dabi—fuck—”

he groaned like it hurt to hear it. like she’d just carved her name into his ribs. he didn’t stop. not until her legs were shaking. not until her bratty little smirk was wiped clean, replaced with breathless cries of his name and tears beading at the corners of her eyes. only then did he slow down, stay buried deep.when she finally looked at him again, wrecked and ruined, he leaned down and kissed her like he didn’t hate her for it. like he loved that she could get under his skin.

“you’re lucky i like crazy,” he muttered against her lips.

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dabi and dumbification 🤝 - mdni

he likes how smart you are, actually prefers you a little mean, but nothing, absolutely nothing, turns him on like watching his smart girl go stupid on his dick

actually lives for the moment when he witnesses your mind go slack and give in to him—he’s big on control and trust, so knowing that you’re essentially putting your whole person in his hands is everything to him

“aww, you like being my little cocksleeve, don’t ya sweet thing?” he snarls, teeth against your neck, one hand hot on your hip. “no one’s ever fucked the words right outta that pretty mouth, I can tell”

loves the feeling of overpowering you so completely that he’s overwriting your very senses. you’re babbling out his name, tears pricking your eyes at the press of pleasure/pain swirling in your gut. hell, you can’t even beg him anymore, you’re so far gone—

“fuck, this slutty little pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.” smacks your ass as he bullies his cock into you, smirks at the fucked-out whine that falls from your lips. “bet I can get another one out of you, huh baby? you still know how?” said with that infuriating smirk on his face

edges himself the entire time he’s making you cum

“where do you want it? here?” feral grin on his face while pressing down on your lower stomach, your frantic little nod bobbing up and down. “who am I to deny you?”

probably receives noise complaints from every lov member

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kirishima eats it like a real man. once his mouth latches onto your clit, it’s hard to get him off. the way he licks your bud, swiping his tongue back and forth, makes you cry out for him as you grip onto his scarlet locks. “feels good, don’t it? you taste— nngh — delicious,” his groans send vibrations throughout your body, sending arousal straight to your core. your juices spilling from your sopping, wet cunt, drip down him chin, smeared all around his mouth. slurping sounds and loud whimpers fill the room as you feel his fingernails dig deeper into the fat of your thighs. after he makes you cum for the 3rd time, you try to pry his lips off of your swollen vagina, but he won’t budge. “c’monnn! just one more time baby!” 

kirishima(who was already rock hard from eating you out) makes it his duty to bring you nothing but pleasure, especially in bed. his eyes never leave your face. they analyze every tiny change in your expression, watching your eyes flutter close as he slowly enters you. inch by inch he makes sure you can feel all of him at once. he dips down to drink your moans that spilled from your lips, giving you passionate kisses. everything he did, he did it with intention. 

kirishima gets overwhelmed when he fucks you in missionary. he doesn’t know where to look, there’s too many options. the way your tits jerked with every thrust, your fluids spewing out of your wet cunt, or the face he fell in love with. he couldn’t focus on every aspect at once, groaning out in frustration. he wishes there was enough time in the world to worship and praise every part of your body. for now, stuffing you deep with his cock will suffice. “i love the faces you make when i fuck you, y/n,” 

kirishima isn’t afraid to use his vocal cords. whether he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, fanning his hot breath down your neck, moaning out loud as your pussy walls start to close in on his dick, or if he’s chanting your name like a sweet song. he wants you to know how good you make him feel. “shittt, you’re squeezing me so tight, babe. h-ughh, i can’t—“ sometimes he gets a little too loud. during those times, he hooks his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucks at your supple skin, leaving countless love marks for you to deal with in the morning. he likes to lightly nip at your flesh with his teeth, planting soft kisses on the area once he’s satisfied. 

kirishima 2nd favorite position is doggy style. the way your butt jiggles and presses up against his abdomen makes him see stars. he’s constantly landing slaps to your cheeks, making then a faint red. one hand is always rested on your waist while the other is on the small of your back, making sure you keep the arch that he loves looking. “arch for me, i know you can go further than that.” his muscles tighten when you fuck him back, throwing your ass back on his dick. it makes him smile, genuinely, feeling a sense of pride seeing you assert dominance. “throw that ass back on me, baby, just like that, fuckkkk,” 

a/n : this is for evb who requested kirishima!! i hope u guys like it😘😍🥰

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drowsy desires

a shoto todoroki x fem reader smut. college au | 2.7k words warning: light somnophilia, dry humping, cuddle-fucking, dom shoto, PRAISE!!, breeding and creampies

18+ only. minors, do not interact.

"what?! we won't get our own beds?" you scoffed, your jaw practically on the floor as your professor announced the sleeping arrangements for the class field trip: two per a single bed hotel room.

"for how much i'm paying, this better be a damn good trip, then!" complained a classmate in the front of the lecture hall, huffily reviewing the sheet that listed the room pairs.

you quietly hoped you would get to stay with one of your friends, or, at least, another girl. sleeping next to a stranger seemed so daunting, especially if it were to be a man. you closely observed your classmates as you waited for your turn to see the paper, nervous anticipation making you feel light on your feet.

your stomach churned as you read the name of the person you would be rooming with: "shoto todoroki." you vaguely recognized his name, but you were only able to remember his appearance once your eyes darted around the room, drifting to his bicolor hair. there he sat, at the very back of the lecture hall, hurriedly taking the last of his notes from the lesson you both had just sat through.

the days leading up to this class trip consisted of mixed emotions and various thoughts. todoroki seemed nice enough.. but really quiet. he was pretty cute, a thought that didn't seem to leave your mind the entire time you packed for this trip, your first time going to a quirk convention.

once it was finally time to meet up with your other classmates, you felt ready for this experience, whatever it may throw at you.

a large bus drove your class to the location, leaving bright and early in the morning, but still taking hours to finally reach the destination. your professor took his time explaining the rules of conduct, the class huddled around him under the dimly lit roofed entrance of the inn. by the time everyone had retrieved their belongings from the bus and room numbers were given out, the sun had set, making way for a cool fall night.

as you walked into the hotel through tall, wide doors, the warm yellow light of chandeliers overwhelmed your vision, the beams ricocheting off of shiny marble floors. quiet jazz music hummed through the speakers in the lobby, and the front desk attendants were busy welcoming in the crowd of students you were checking in with.

after you were given your room number and location, you quickly found todoroki. you approached him with a warm smile, introducing yourself. he initially acted flustered, as if he didn't realize he would be having a roommate during this trip.

you rode the elevator up to the fifth floor together, the tension in the small space enough to leave you scratching aimlessly at your arm, silence hanging idle in the air. while sleepiness did tug at your eyelids, you were awake nonetheless, and desperate for a distraction. you took the time to enjoy the golden decor, marveling at the gorgeous wall light fixtures in the elevator and looking up at yourself in the mirror on the ceiling. anything to ignore the strain of the situation.

"look, todoroki," you nudged his arm, pointing towards the ceiling. you smiled widely when he looked up, waving into the mirror as he stared, his expression blank as he raised an eyebrow at you. once the elevator arrived to the fifth floor, you lead the way to the hotel room, navigating through plush carpeted hallways lined with floral wallpaper and golden trim. as you approached the room, a grin spread across your face, your expectations high for the place you would be calling your home for the next few days.

you pushed the heavy wooden door open, and todoroki flicked on the light switch, revealing a beautifully decorated standard hotel room. there was a queen bed sporting an eggshell white duvet, along with a grand, cedar dresser that supported a large television. each bedside table had a small lamp, burgundy shades covering them. the room was chilly, goosebumps covering your skin just from the initial draft.

you and todoroki's attempts to find the thermostat for the room were in vain, eventually leading the both of you to give up and just try to go to bed. the frigidness of the room did not seem problematic enough for you to stress about it.

you chose the right side of the bed after changing into pajamas, sliding into the cotton sheets. the mattress was anything but comfortable, but you figured that with all of the chaos of the day, your body would be determined to sleep, even on a rock.

as you laid there shivering, you dug your nose deeper into your pillow, the frostiness of the room chilling you down to your bones. the side you were laying on was not your typical one, but you didn't want to risk facing shoto. even without being able to see him, you could tell that he was also struggling to sleep, feeling the shift of the mattress as he was unable to find a comfortable spot. the thin blanket on top of the both of you was barely large enough to cover the queen sized bed, and you struggled to find warmth, bringing your arms into your chest as you shuddered from the cold.

you both suffered from what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning, one of you tugging the light duvet before the other tugged it back even harder. after a couple of hours, you sighed, turning towards todoroki to lay on your left side, the one you usually slept on. to your shock, he had already been facing you, a half-lidded gaze pointed at you. he took a shallow breath when he realized that you noticed his stare.

"my apologies, y/n. i just am struggling to fall asleep, that's all," he softly smiled, quickly turning onto his other side, trying to hide his embarrassment. you giggled, silently enjoying the small bit of temporary warmth that had stemmed from you two facing each other.

"wait, todoroki," you started.

"please, call me shoto," he faintly spoke, not facing you.

"it's.. really cold in here. can we lay closer together.. shoto?" you drowsily proposed. you were freezing, desperate for anything to warm up your chattering body. had you not been so exhausted and determined to get some rest, you probably would not have offered such a thing on a whim.

shoto was silent for a moment, nearly leading you to feel rejected before he huffed and turned around, still keeping a bit of a distance from you. while you did hope he would get closer, even the bit of warmth from looking towards each other made a difference in the chill you felt, your shivers slowly dissipating as you basked in his warmth. the thin blanket didn't seem to matter as much anymore, you being close enough to him to properly share it now.

as exhaustion began to overpower both of your restless bodies, the biting chill of the room crept up on you once more, todoroki's heat from afar no longer enough to satiate the piercing cold that nipped at your fingertips. you tried to blow hot air onto them, but failed, the slight warmth of your breath doing nothing substantial against the frigidness of the room.

your change in breathing had woken up shoto, his eyes remaining closed as he observed your sorry attempts at warming up your hands. he silently took your hands in his, his left hand warming up gradually around yours. the well-controlled, yet intense, heat beamed through your skin, the warmth quickly spreading to each bone in your body. you could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you inched closer to him, desperate to bask more in the touch that sent fiery shivers down your spine.

you gasped as his hands released yours, the draft in the room nearly encroaching upon the moment before he pressed his palm flat against your chest, the unexpected warmth drawing a moan from your lips. the comfort of being near him was too appealing. you quickly turned over on your side, your hands cupped tightly over his to ensure he did not flinch away. you took labored breaths as you awaited his reaction, allowing yourself a deep inhale once he snuck his other hand beneath your waist, wrapping his right arm around your stomach.

shocked, yet satisfied, you laid in his embrace, the heat beaming from his chest traveling straight to your heart. you sleepily mumbled as shoto tightened his arms around you, subconsciously scooting back to press your back flush against his frame. his left arm radiated warmth, sending comforting heat right to your heart. his right side was cool, but didn't make too much of an impact on the satisfying body heat that the rest of his body gave off. butterflies rapidly collected in your stomach, every nerve in your body on fire as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.

as you got more and more comfortable, a soft, sleepy moan escaped your lips, catching shoto off guard. you relaxed further until you became limp in his arms, curling up in his grasp. when you drowsily pushed yourself against his body once more, he took a sharp breath, trying to ignore the heat that began to rush to his manhood.

despite his best attempts, he began to softly rut his hips against yours, his member throbbing as he tried to hold himself back. he stifled a moan as your ass pressed against him, giving him the sweet stimulation he had been craving.

"sh.... shoto?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as his movement awoke you. when you noticed his bulge pressed against your ass, goosebumps ran across your body. he immediately paused when you woke up, embarrassed. your cheeks burned red as you realized that you didn't want him to stop. he felt.. good.

"you.. didn't have to stop," you yawned, rubbing your thumb against his left arm that was still tightly held across your chest.

"y/n.. do you mean," shoto stammered, his eyes widening as you nodded, "are you sure? i just couldn't get to sleep, that's all," he trailed off, a subtle whine escaping his lips as you grinded your hips against his.

once he got your permission, he began humping against you harder, running his hand down your waist, leaving it rested on your upper thigh. he chuckled as he noticed the goosebumps remaining on your skin from where he had touched you, softly dragging his fingertips across your waist. he watched as you shivered and squirmed from his light touches, his deep satisfaction from your reaction only driving him to continue his thrusts, slender fingers playing with the loose waist band of your pajama shorts.

"shoto.. i need more of you," you pleaded, lifting up your hips to help him pull down your pants.

"i thought you were cold, yet here you are, removing your shorts so enthusiastically," he chuckled, pausing his grinding to slide out of his boxers, "silly girl, abandoning everything just to get the pleasure you desperately need,"

you gasped when you felt his hard cock spring out of his pants, a thick vein pulsating against your ass as he groaned, grabbing your hips so he can grind you against his member. more warmth flooded to your core, slowly dripping down your thighs. you arched your back as he rutted his hips against you, both of you desperate for stimulation. you gasped when the girthy head of his dick made sudden contact with your entrance, nearly pushing inside of you before shoto stopped, holding your hips firmly in place as you tried to back into him.

"w-what are you doing? please, shoto, fuck me," you begged, a needy whine escaping your plush lips that was cut off by a gasp as shoto reached his left hand past your hip, placing his thumb on your clit. you desperately bucked your hips against his touch, needing to feel him inside of you.

"mm, you're so beautiful, y/n, i need to cherish you. you can wait a bit before taking me, can't you?" he whispered in your ear, rubbing slow circles on your clit. your hand darted up to your mouth, covering it milliseconds before you let out a loud moan. "darling, don't you muffle such sweet noises, okay?" he murmured, continuing his strokes only once you moved your hand from your mouth, your cheeks burning as you yearned for more of him.

as he softly brushed his thumb against your clit, guttural moans escaped your lips. he felt so good, each touch driving you towards sweet climax as you melted in his hands. who knew such an aloof, quiet boy could make you feel like this?

"shoto, i.. i'm gonna cum," you trembled, your toes curling and your hips bucking into his fingers rapidly as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure.

"that's it, baby," he kissed your neck, sloppily sucking and biting at your skin as he made his way to your left ear. his hot breath made you whimper. he began to rut against you once more, "now, be a good girl and cum for me."

your entire body convulsed as you came, the sweet feeling of orgasm flooding over your senses. your hole tightened, reminding you of how badly you need filled. you panted, your clit sensitive and sore as he continued rubbing it. your legs shook against his touch, clenching around his wrist. you tried desperately to get his thumb away from your tender clit, squirming against his hand.

"hey.. it's sensitive!" you whined, arching your back as an attempt of escaping his touches, gasping when he positioned the head of his dick against your soaked cunt. abandoning your past complaint, you begged, "please, shoto, please use me. god, i need you so bad."

he chuckled before slowly pushing inside of you, a deep groan escaping from his mouth, "oh fuck, darling, you're so tight." you felt his dick twitch inside of you as he began to slowly rut his hips against yours, bottoming out. you felt so full. you didn't even know you could take this much, your hole stretched around his thick cock.

even though you were sensitive, he felt so good, his dick hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. your back instinctively arched from the pleasure, allowing him to go deeper. he responded with a drawn out moan. abandoning the restraint he tried so hard to have, he began to rapidly fuck into you, your surprised moans music to his ears. the sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, todoroki bucking his hips into yours. you squeezed around him as he was balls-deep, your mouth going a thousand miles an hour as he fucked you. your continued begging for him to use you, saying how you needed to be his good girl, how you needed to be his and only his.

it drove him crazy. he wanted to fuck you and be inside of you forever, but, damn, he needed to cum so bad, too.

"that's my girl. mmm, such a pretty girl, taking all of me, making me feel so good," he whispered, taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth as he groaned, "you just need to be all mine, don't you? you need to be dripping my cum, covered in marks for everyone to see."

he smiled as you nodded.

"yes! please, shoto. i need you to breed me. really, make me yours, please. god, i need it," you moaned, "i'm all yours, shoto."

as you finished your sentence, he quickened his pace, satisfied moans from both of you as you neared another climax. he sucked on your neck, hard, leaving rushed hickeys, your skin tingling where they were placed. as he thrusted deeply into you, you came, tightening around his cock planted deeply inside of you. his dick twitched, and hot cum coated the inside of your cunt.

"what a good girl," he smirked, "god, you look so beautiful when you have my cum gushing out of you. now, let's get some rest, y/n." he wrapped his arms around you again, leaving his twitching cock inside of you while he closed his eyes. cum slowly dribbled out of your fluttering hole, leaving your inner thighs drenched in a mixture of his cum and your need for him.

you shivered, orgasm and hair-raising pleasure still ringing through your body as you snuggled up in his embrace, closing your eyes and enjoying the gourmand scent of his cologne as the weight of sleep overcame you both.

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she's only two apples tall😭😭

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steam & sake

pairing: kamisato ayato x afab reader

“i’m just so tense and i don’t even know why,” you mutter, poking at your taiyaki like it offended you. “it’s not like i’ve got a ton of work or anything. there’s no reason i should feel this stressed.”

mizuki smiled sympathetically, chin in her hand. “sometimes our body’s trying to tell us something that we can’t quite grasp. there probably is something wrong.”

you huff, slightly annoyed at your yumekui baku friend for going all therapist on you. but she was probably right—this was her whole thing, after all.

“look, why don’t you take the day off and spend some time at the bathhouse?” mizuki continued before you could interrupt and tell her you didn’t need her slurping up your nightmares again. “just the hot spring. it can do wonders for stress.”

you consider it for a few seconds, then sigh. she’s got a point. it’s not like you were going to be productive either way.

“perfect,” she grinned. “i’ll make some arrangements. we only have one other customer today, but i’m sure he won’t mind sharing.”

and that’s how you ended up standing outside aisa bathhouse as the sun dipped toward the horizon, warm gold light spilling over the tiled roof.

you knew someone else would be inside, and you really hoped it wasn’t anyone you’d owe a conversation to. this was supposed to be your reset. you wanted to melt into the hot water, not talk about the weather. god forbid it was itto—though honestly, you probably would’ve heard him yelling from the outside by now.

slipping off your shoes and stepping into the cozy entryway, you headed into one of the adjacent changing rooms. you wrapped the provided towel around your body and padded out into the main spring.

and immediately froze.

a familiar head of soft, pale blue hair bobbed just above the waterline. your heart dropped into your stomach.

oh gods.

“lord kamisato! i—i didn’t expect you here.”

you bowed stiffly, nerves jolting through you. ayato turned at your voice, his expression mirroring your surprise.

his bare chest peeked above the steamy surface, skin slick with water, a soft flush blooming on his cheeks. likely from the sake in the tiny cup he swirled lazily in one hand.

“ah, y/n. neither did i. but please—no need for formalities tonight. i’m just ayato.”

that easy smile of his made your stomach flutter in a deeply annoying way.

you laughed nervously, suddenly very aware of how short the towel was. and how exposed your thighs were. and how ayato definitely noticed but politely looked away.

you sank into the spring across from him, folding your towel neatly by the edge, trying not to let your imagination spiral into unholy places.

“i hope you don’t mind i join you tonight, lord—uh, ayato.”

“not at all,” he chuckled, turning back to face you. “at least now i’ve got someone to talk to instead of silently judging the bamboo fixtures.”

you ended up chatting more easily than you expected. you ran a small dessert shop just outside inazuma city, a favorite haunt of the kamisato siblings and thoma. ayato’s order? brown sugar boba milk tea with ube cream—not too sweet, but not plain. you knew it by heart.

some people whispered that you had a little crush on him. and maybe you did. but who didn’t? he was young, powerful, cultured, kind—and maybe it was because he visited your shop alone sometimes, actually talked to you, that you felt something deeper than admiration. but that was a silly daydream.

…right?

eventually, ayato scooted a little closer and offered you some of his sake. it loosened your tongue just enough that you found yourself rambling about your stress again.

“oh god, i’m rambling, aren’t i?” you groaned, pressing your fingers to your forehead.

“not at all,” ayato said, tilting his head. “what sort of patron would i be if i didn’t let my favorite restaurateur rant a little?”

“i’m hardly a restaurateur—i’m just trying to survive inazuma’s insane property taxes with my dignity intact.”

he paused, thoughtful. “i’ll have my accountant take a look tomorrow. i’m sure i can pull a few strings.”

“w-wait, no—i didn’t mean to burden you!” you sat up straighter, guilt flooding you. “it’s really okay, this is my problem—”

“it’s no trouble,” he interrupted gently. “truth be told, your quiet little café helps me more than you might realize. it’s always a treat to stop by—well, for a treat—after a long day of dealing with corrupt officials.”

your breath caught. that felt… more personal than usual.

“helps as well,” he added with infuriating casualness, “seeing the gorgeous owner at the end of my day.”

you blinked. your brain short-circuited. did kamisato ayato just call you—

he watched your stunned expression, realization dawning.

“y/n, i apologize,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “clearly the sake has done its job loosening my tongue. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

when he moved to pull away, you reached out instinctively, hand landing on his bare shoulder.

“no! i mean—i’m flattered. really.” then, with a shy little smile, “i don’t think i need to tell you i find you attractive too.”

ayato’s smile turned knowing, the little mole above his lip twitching upward.

“i may have taken notice.”

the air feels thicker than the steam curling around you, your skin already flushed—not just from the hot spring now. he’s still so close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him, close enough that your fingers still rest on his bare shoulder, your hand trembling slightly against the smooth, wet skin.

you should pull back. you really should. but you don’t.

ayato’s eyes flicker down to your lips—just for a second, but it’s enough to send your pulse racing. his gaze returns to yours, and this time, there's something different behind it. something deeper. something dangerous.

“i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t imagined this,” he murmurs, voice low and velvety, like it’s a secret just for you.

your breath catches in your throat. “this…?”

“you. here. with me. in less clothing.” he pauses, then adds with that infuriating calm “though the towel was a nice surprise.”

you should say something witty. or flirty. or even bashful. but your mind is spinning and your thighs squeeze together instinctively beneath the water.

he notices.

of course he notices.

ayato sets the tiny cup of sake aside, his gaze still locked on you. “y/n,” he says slowly, “if i’m overstepping, tell me now.”

but you don’t say anything. you don’t want to stop him.

so instead, you lean in.

and when you kiss him, it’s tentative at first—soft, testing, like you’re not sure this is real. but ayato wastes no time deepening it, one hand slipping up to cradle the back of your neck while the other slides under the water, dangerously low on your waist.

he kisses like he does everything else—with control, with purpose, with a quiet kind of confidence that makes your whole body ache.

“you’re still tense,” he whispers against your lips, fingers dipping just below your hip.

you manage a breathless laugh. “you offering to help with that?”

“mm. it would be rude not to.”

you looked up at him with dazed eyes, watching as water trickled down the smooth planes of his chest, catching in the dip between his collarbones. his gaze was still on you—tentative, unreadable.

you leaned forward and kissed him again, relishing how soft his lips felt against yours.

your hands skimmed up his torso, palms pressing against his chest as you slowly moved to straddle him. he inhaled sharply, hands settling naturally on your hips.

“i take it your stress relief is going well?” he murmured, voice amused but hoarse.

“mmhmm,” you hummed, brushing wet strands of hair from his face. “but i think i need a little more.”

“greedy,” he teased—but his fingers were already sliding beneath the water.

you gasped when they found your folds, slick with heat and water, and he hummed in satisfaction. his touch was slow and deliberate—circling your clit, teasing the edge of your entrance, coaxing moans from your throat that made his breath hitch.

“so sensitive,” he murmured, dipping a finger inside you. “you were wound up so tight.”

you whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as he curled his finger just right, adding a second, then using his thumb to flick your clit gently. your whole body began to tremble.

“that’s it,” he coaxed, voice honeyed. “let go for me, sweetheart. let me take care of you.”

you came with a quiet cry, thighs clenching around his hips, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. ayato held you steady, whispering praise as you melted in his arms.

then, without missing a beat, he lifted you up—like it was nothing—and gently laid you out on one of the warm towels near the edge of the spring.

“you should see yourself,” he murmured, settling between your legs. “laid out for me like this… flushed, dripping, ruined.”

he stroked himself slowly as he aligned his hips to yours, tip teasing at your entrance.

“all from just my fingers. i haven’t even started fucking you yet.”

and then he pushed in—deep, slow, stretching you open inch by inch until he bottomed out.

“there we go,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs. “so warm… so tight… you were made for this.”

he started to move, each thrust unhurried but devastating, dragging moans from you with every stroke. one hand returned to your clit, rubbing soft circles as he fucked you, voice low and wicked in your ear.

“does it feel better now?” “not so tense anymore, hm?” “you’re squeezing me so tight… gods, it’s like your body wants me to cum inside.”

you came again with a choked moan, clenching around him so hard it forced a groan from his throat. ayato’s rhythm faltered, the tight flutter of your pussy driving him to the edge.

“you want it?” he whispered, voice wrecked. “want me to cum inside? fill you up right here while anyone could walk in and see you dripping full of the kamisato clan head’s cock?”

your whole body jolts—you’ve never heard him sound this filthy—and you whimper, nodding frantically, too fucked-out to even speak.

and ayato snapped—his thrusts sharpened, deeper, rougher as he spilled inside you with a guttural groan, fucking his release into you until he was spent.

when he finally pulled out, you were panting, mind fuzzy, body wrecked in the best way.

he looked smug as hell.

“now that’s stress relief,” he said, reaching for another towel to gently clean between your thighs.

you groaned. “you’re horrible.”

“i prefer thorough,” he quipped, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “next time you’re feeling overwhelmed… just come straight to me.”

“mm. i’ll keep that in mind.”