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[ebeever]

𝙰 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌...

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗 | 𝙾𝙲 | 3𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚄

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎,

𝚘𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜...

𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 @𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

[ebeever]

Eager Little Bird

[NSFW]

Keigo x Fem!Reader

Explicit Sexual Content | Please, enjoy

He couldn't just wait. Just a few extra minutes before you reached your shared home. No. He had to take you right then and there. In the back of a fucking limo with only a screen separating you from the driver and damn-well the rest of the world.

"K-Keigo-" you mutter, trying very hard to push him off without letting him let go of you. "We shouldn't be-"

"We should defenate be..." he interrupts, the hot breath of his words and the lingering promsie they have, sending chills against your neck.

He kisses you softly, and roughly and all things right, no doubt leaving marks all over your neck and throat and collarbone. You squirm against the hand he has inside your panties; your evening dress long since bunched up at your hips.

Oh, how wrong you know this is. But oh how good it feels to have him rock his fingers, in and out in and out in and fucking out of you. Like the sucker you are for this damning man, you ride him. You buck your hips against his palm and crave for that untold promise of unbearable pleasure.

"Keigo, h-he'll hear," you close your eyes and bite down on your lip when he removes his digits from you. You start to despise him for listening and dread the remaining minutes before you reached home. And then he falls to the ground. Knees and all, he kneels before you. "Keigo- hmm!"

One long, thick, slow and slobbering lick against your panties. Hands on your inner thighs, pressing them apart to make room for him and his desires. He drives his tongue out again, following the same route and drenching your panties from both sides.

He hasn't yet fully exposed you and the friction has you jerking your head back with a hand on his shoulder and the other covering your mouth.

He twirls little fucking circles over your clit, over the fabric. Man found your sensitive bud even through your underwear. Menace. A damned fucking menace.

"Keigo," you moan, this time pleading for something entirely different than him letting you go.

"Hmm?" He hums. If he had claws instead of wings, it would've been a growl. Your little, breathless moans awaken his beast.

He bites your clit resulting in your every limb jerking. Flexing and stiffening. You forget to breathe as he teases you toward your orgasm. He knows you. He knows you too damn well.

"I'm-" yes, he knows. Which is why he tears your panties right off and digs his face in your soaked pussy. Eating you out like the starved man he is. He bites and sucks and licks and assaults every nerve in your body.

You don't only cum and shatter over his shoulders, you break and tear in two. You soak his face in the proof of your high and don't stop leaking until he finally comes up for air - face drenched in all you. It's short lasted.

Arms under your legs, face back in your pussy, he picks you up and drops you on the limo's floor. You barely have time to adjust when he feasts on.

"K-Keigo, n-weight-" you tug at his roots, but it only makes him more determined to break you further.

Now it's you who's impersonating animalistic growls and shameless moans that bounce off the limo's walls. Your legs start shaking at the overstimulation and nothing makes sense expect for the desperate drive Keigo has to see you crumble beneath him. You feel sticky and warm and disgusted with how much you enjoy this. Enjoy being pushed and pushed and fucking pushed.

He takes you. Pushing past your second orgasm and threatening toward the third. He has your pussy clenching and aching and screaming with need. But he stops and comes up for air.

His lips crash into yours. "Taste yourself?" He kisses again and again and you do. You taste the slickness that you squirted on him. "Tastes like heaven."

His kisses distract you from his hands. His hands that unleash the third part of his plan to promise your demise.

"Take me good, yeah?" He leans holds your hips and effortlessly spins you around, pressing your stomach flat on the limo's floor. "Take all of me, real good, kid."

He slides in. Inch by painful inch. How many times you've done it before doesn't matter. Somehow, it always manages to stretch you out with that beastly cock of his.

He presses his head against the back of yours. When he's finally fully inside, testing the limits of your pussy, he takes two long and considerate strokes before breaking the chains that held his beast at bay.

His thrusts are rough and follow their own rhythm. The floor groans beneath you with every moan and curse and call of delight leaves your mouth. Mouths. Because Keigo is just as possessed by his instinctive needs as you are.

He drills your body into the floor with pound after pound. You've long forgotten the ears and eyes that might bear witness to your sinful act, but you want them to see. You want them to be jealous of what Keigo can and is doing to you.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl," it's barely audible, but you hear it enough to alight butterflies all over. "You make me feel so good, kid. So fucking good." He whimpers.

He leans on his arm and presses your tailbone down with the other, grounding you to the pleasure he drives into you. Faster. Faster and rougher. Harder and stronger and more deprived of morality.

He lowers his head again and aggressively, with force, bites down on the tenderness where your neck meets your shoulders. Hard enough to draw blood he marks you as his seed fills you up.

He uses your flesh to muffle his cries, as you use your hand and the limo floor. Five rigid bucks of his hips empty his load inside of you and you feel the cum dripping out even with his cock still deep, deep inside of you.

Neither of you have enough oxygen in your lungs when the limo stops. Keigo licks the drops of blood on your neck and pulls his cock out. The action burns your sensitive walls in the most elicit way.

"Good girl," he whispers against the back of your head, kissing it over and over. "My good girl."

He helps me up and cum drips down my legs. Now, how do i get to the top floor without people seeing the snail trail?

"A warning will be appreciated," he slap his shoulder but he just chuckles. He opens the door for me, I get out and stumble, but he's right there to catch me. To carry me to our home.

He presses his forehead to mine before kissing me gently. "No, where's the fun in that?"

© ebeever

My Hero Academia

Atlas

[ebeever]

Diversion

[NSFW]

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Explicit Sexual Content | Please, enjoy

The plan was simple. He had to get the baddie to follow him into a trapped room, without being noticed. You were to decoy to make sure eyes were everywhere but on the desguised hero.

"Fuck!"

Well, the plan was supposed to be simple.

"What the hell happened?" You demand after closing the door to one of the casino's rooms. "You were supposed to get him alone! Why the hell are they searching the building for rats?"

"He didn't want to leave!" He kicks something, you don't care what, and a crash echoes in the room.

"Bullshit," you try to get him to have a normal conversation and explain why the mission failed. "Get him in the room. That was it. He didn't know what was behind those doors, so why wouldn't he want to go?"

"Maybe," he pins you with a glare thrill-worthy. "He was too busy enjoying the fucking show!"

Your mouth drops. "You're blaming me for doing my job?" You throw your arms out, gesturing to the barely-there dress you were asigned to wear. "I was the decoy, of course he would be distracted. What man wouldn't drool over a girl stripping on a stage?"

It was the casino - a hoarding ground for organized crime groups. One in particular caused more trouble than the local authorities could handle, which is how we ended up trying to disable its leader. Distract the crowd. Lock up the boss. It was supposed to be that fucking simple.

"You weren't suppose to take off your fucking dress, y/n," his pacing becomes even more recklace, leaving little unbroken in the room. His voice is deep, rushed, and almost raspy.

"Distract. Those were my instructions. I was suppose to distract the crowd."

"Yeah, and not me!" He is right in front of you. Hot breaths are the only sound you allow. He steps even closer and lowers his head, and softens his voice to a whisper, "not me."

You shy away from his threatening, promising, stare and lock onto his mouth. "Bakugou, I-" he cuts you off with the most delicious evaperation of space.

"Don't do it again," he grumbles between kisses. "Don't ever do it again."

"It's," you moan when he deepens the kiss, "It's my job to," another moan.

"I don't give a fuck." Hands all over. Lips exploring far and wide. "Don't ever undress for another man again." He lifts you up, effortlessly, and animalistically.

"You can't-" your back hits a wall.

"I can't what?" A challenge. Your is mushy from the way he kisses your jaw... and neck... and collarbone... and everywhere just right. Hands everywhere. Lips exploring far and wide.

"Can't... tell me... hmm." You lift your head back. He moves his hips foreward. The flimsy dress you were forced in bundles at your hips and Bakugou, the controling bastard he is, locks your legs around him.

"Can't tell you what, y/n?" His lips find your mouth again, and almost distracts you from his hands. Panties? Gone. Emptiness? Gone.

No words leave your mouth. Loud sounds, yes, but no words to express the significant hold this man has on you. One finger, fuck it, two fingers deep and he has you riding his hand like a Porn star.

"Tell me... what to- to do..." you finally manage with much reliance on his shoulders, and arms, and legs, and fucking everything. You need this man like your pussy needs his cock.

"No?" He slips his hands out, the slick covering his fingers like second skin. You protest and then groan loudly. Fucker thrusts his fingers back in, from tip to stem. Over and over and over and fucking over again. "You sure about that, yeah?"

Again and again and again and again again again and over and faster and harder aahh! This man has you forgetting your morality as you stop breathing and chase that damned peak.

"I don't think you are..." he knows you're close. Fuck, he knows you too good. Too good... "If I tell you to come, will you listen?"

You shake your head. Up and down. Eyes shut and brows furrowed. You'll do just about anything for him.

"If I tell you to squirt all over my hand," he bucks his hand and your hips react. So do your sounds. So does your whole fucking body. "Will you listen to me then, y/n? Hmm?"

"Yes," you desperately say. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, please please please," you lose your voice.

"If I tell you to take my cock like the good girl you are, will you listen then, y/n? Will you listen to me then?" He's never been like this before. He's never had his fingers in you, fucking your brains out, while riding off the seduction of jealousy.

"Ye-" you gasp and scream and moan all in one. He rips his fingers from your sensitive core and stuffs his cock right to the end of your heat. He doesn't waste time, waiting for you to adjust.

Fuck it. He takes you raw.

From the tip right to the fucking base. In and out in and out in and fucking out. It's the only torture you wish will never end.

"You do as I tell you, y/n," he tries to sound collected and controlled while he's anything but. Rough dogging into your pussy has him spiraling out of control. Thinking of how other men, other fucking men, saw your shoulders, your legs, your lace.

It drove him beyond insasnity.

"Bakugou- Bakugou I'm-"

"Shatter for me, yeah?"

Oh, and you do. You see stars that align with stars. You hold your breath and shake when the orgasm quakes you in half. In three. In a million unsalvable pieces.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he groans and moans and eventually whimpers. GroWliNg your name unlike any man ever could, or should...

Overstimulation has never burned so deliciously. He rides it out until his whimpers are cut by his own lack of breath. One pound. Two pounds. Three beasty pounds. And a pussy-load full of cum.

You only fill your lungs when the walls stop shaking and the earth stops spinning.

He starts kissing you again. Over all the tingles and mingles and dying stars.

"If this is how all our fights are going to end," you grin with intent, "I might never listen to you again."

He looks at me, examines me, and then tears your dress right off.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" He shows you his own grin as he picks up even more and carries you to the bed.

When you fall down you watch him undress and gawk at the Greek model that he is.

"It's a diversion."

© ebeever

My Hero Academia

Atlas

[ebeever]

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂

𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖

Diversion

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒊

𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊

Eager Little Bird

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