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thedivineden · 19 days

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Thin Ice

Summer Olympics Collab w/ @tetzoro

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: smut

words: 5k+

notes: dubcon, enemies, breeding, jujitsu kaisen au!figure skaters, slight mentions of sexual harassment from Gojo, obsession, controlling behaviors, jealousy, drugging, peer pressure, slight manipulation,

AN: I had so much fun writing this, you should see the notes I scribbled at work because we’re not allowed to have our phones! Thank you so much @tetzoro for allowing me to be apart of this lovely event. ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊

You and Gojo Satoru have been competing against each other since the day you were placed in the same class at nine years old. He was favored due to his family standing within the figure skating community but you had raw, unfiltered talent which shook him and his family to their core. Despite all your talent, he’s managed to win almost every single competition. You’d bet big money that it had to do with his family status but you don’t upset the balance until you’re both picked for the Olympics.

And boy were you fuming. “I ALONE have went through hell and back to be where I am whereas he gets placed just because of his family name! It’s preposterous Shoko!” you’ve been ranting to your coach for an hour about the competition; how you didn’t believe that he deserved to be here and wish you didn’t have to compete along side him. “That spoiled brat doesn’t have a INCH of talent in his bones even if it was injected with a needle!”

“Aw do you really hate me that much? I thought we were friends?” You turn to the door to see the lanky white haired man standing against its frame smiling down at you. “Friends? Satoru please, you know I never enjoyed your company now leave. I’m having a discussion with MY coach or are you wanting to take her away from me too?” Shoko stifled a small laugh and stood up. “Gojo, don’t stress my prodigy out. What do you want?”

Gojo never took his eyes off of you; he saw your annoyance as just another game. You roll your eyes and say, "Well, I was just coming to check on my favorite figure skater but I don't think she was to see me." Despite your request to go, Gojo slips into your room and envelops you in his arms. "I'll break all ten of your toes in five seconds if you don't get off of me."

Gojo chuckles at what you've said because he adores your fierce personality and is confident that you will follow through. You lost a tournament at 15 after he "jokingly" slapped your behind for taking first place and your only recourse was to throw your ice skate at him. His parents complained to the judges and got you disqualified.

You were more concerned about scuffing your brand-new Eden Piano ice skates than you were about the blade nearly striking him. You could feel his breath on your ear as he said, "Aw, must you struggle so much, you know you love it, and I know you love me, why don't we meet up later? My room?” You're furious now and shove him away from you. You're about to charge at him when Shoko, sporting her signature side grin, stands in between the two of you.

“Shall we maintain the calm? Alright, sweetie?” The man behind her laughs audibly, saying, "Yeah, sweetie! Let's maintain harmony.” Even though you were angry, you wouldn't allow him or anybody else to sour your mood. "Shoko, you're right; I won't have to deal with him for very long. After the Olympics, I'm heading to Brazil, and I have no intention of returning to Tokyo.” That touched a nerve; your coach's gasp indicates to Gojo that she was equally clueless. You had no idea that your remark had the man fuming.

You? Leaving? The young man finds just such idea absurd. Ever since he first saw you in class, you have been everything to him. You were not impressed with Gojo's antics, even if he is accustomed to getting his way. No matter how many pranks and tricks he performed or how many gifts he put in your locker, his efforts were consistently disregarded.

The man continued to essentially harass you every day despite your denial. He would make harsh remarks about your body, clearly taking care to point out that you are curvier than all the other figure skaters in the class or that your ass is "so massive that you might tip over," which would ultimately be the undoing of you. You could not care less, and all he wanted was the thrill of having your undivided attention.

Gojo needed and desired you more than anything else, and this only made his fixation worse. Without saying anything more, the young man left the room, leaving Shoko to ask all the relevant questions and provide the information later. He's going to make sure that you remember him forever.

It took hours for the two of you to be back together again. You were seated close to each other for the opening ceremony. The opening ceremony typically features the entrances of the head of state or other official of the host nation as well as the president of the International Olympic Committee. The national anthem and flag are then raised and played. Then the tournament started.

You have a strong passion for figure skating, and when you're on the ice, it feels remote. Nothing could distract you from your quest for excellence in each trick, flip, and turn. Everyone in the stadium is quiet, appreciating your stunning appearance and captivating performance. Your candid feelings convey a tale of bereavement.

You jump off the backward outside edge on one foot, using your toe pick to help you get airborne, then use your other leg to reach across your body and back to pick into the ice. Gojo is an enormous admirer of your performances and would do anything to spend time on the ice with you.

You were actually quite flexible, as required by the biellmann spin. You spin on one foot, stretching the other leg behind you and above your head to make the shape of a teardrop, and Gojo is staring at you in astonishment. You release your leg and step off the ice again. You can turn the odds in your favor with just your pure resolve.

You release everything forward, shift your entire weight on your takeoff left leg, raise your arms, and release your right leg back at the same moment of takeoff. At first, it looks like a typical axel leap, but in order to complete the trick, you have to make four and a half rotations in the air. When you land perfect, everyone in the stadium goes crazy. Gojo was aware of the announcers' adoration for your flawless quadruple axel.

Interviewers are waiting in line to chat with Japan's figure skating prodigy as soon as you step off the ice. Gojo heard all of the inquiries: "Wow, it was incredible! "How long have you been practicing your quadruple axel?" "How long have you been training?" and "Do you ever see yourself performing routines in pairs with?" You were brisk even off the rink, graciously and enthusiastically responding to every inquiry.

Gojo is the next to go, but not before he interacts with you. "Looks like you're going for the gold, but we all know who's really taking it home." Your smile quickly disappears and is replaced by a frown. "If you already know you're the winner why are you trying so hard to convince yourself that I'm not?" You grin again and walk past the gaunt man before he can respond, heading toward Shoko.

God, you made him so hard.

Despite what you previously stated, Gojo is without a doubt the greatest for Japan, and his mesmerizing methods are hard to ignore. Every now and then, Gojo stretches out his palm and takes a tiny step forward, sliding across the icy rink with effortless ease. Not long after he picks up speed, he throws his right leg over his head and balances on his left foot. He spread his arms, almost making a T or possibly a K. Gojo never fails to demonstrate to his own nation and the rest of the world that he was a showman in addition to a prodigy.

He swung his body in fluid motions, bending his knees. He was able to move down the rink more quickly and farther as soon as both of his skates were facing in the same direction and parallel to one another. Watch as the man launches himself and lands on the back outside edge of the opposing foot. You see him use his free leg to assist with the takeoff. Gojo starts off across the rink once more; he has the appearance of a swan on a quest. Despite his solemn expression, he manages to pique the audience's interest by molding his face to suit his intended message.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a tap from another skater. "Hi!"You're — correct? The most beautiful man you have ever seen is revealed when you turn around. "Yes I am and you are?" Your smile was enough to break any man's heart, and it certainly broke Gojo's. His eyes caught you talking to the low-level figure skater during his back bend. To get your attention, Gojo slowly lifts his body upward while making sure to circle close to you.

You paid no attention to anything, not even when the crowd chanted his name. He saw you gazing passionately at the man, touching him, and grinning during his performance. He'll make sure that everyone is aware of your connection. Interviewers swarm Gojo as he emerges from the ice, asking him questions about the tournament, his emotions, whether he predicted Japan would win, and what he loves best about the Olympics.

He took great pleasure in watching you, even though you were hostile toward you. He enjoys watching you on the ice and knows that all of these eyes will be able to see and appreciate your beauty and brilliance, even if that's not a suitable answer to the question. “I had fun watching my girlfriend accomplish a quadruple axel on the ice, going above and beyond the norm!” The interviewers are going crazy over the exclusive insider information that Japan's Olympic candidates are a couple! “I'm very proud of her!”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Could you two come on my show to give more information about your relationship and experience in the competitive skating world?”

“Do you plan on marrying her?”

Gojo has a broad smile, but it widens when he notices you approaching from the corner of his eye. He ensured that there would be enough disturbance to draw in people from a 50-mile radius. He quickly puts his arm around your waist to hold you close once you are arms length apart.

He undoubtedly knows that you are extremely conscious of your appearance and would never intentionally make a fool of yourself in front of thousands of people. "Hello my darling, don't you want to tell them about how our love blossomed?" Even though you're terrified, you swiftly avert the interviewers' attention to the man by saying that he always tells story better than you. He makes fun of you and tells a made-up tale of jealousy, hate, and love. Gojo lets the interviewer know that you two are deeply in love, plan to be married, and want to start a family.

He knows when you get uncomfortable in his arms and knows it's time to finish the interview and express gratitude for the interviewers' time. Curses fly from your mouths towards Gojo the moment you two are out of earshot. You attempt to escape his hold, but it's firm and powerful, and he won't let go until he proves that you are his.

Because he would be pressed for time, he had everything set up before the competition day. After his performance, he asked to have a car ready for him so he could take you to the Olympic village, to his room, and finally to his bed. You sound even more enraged now that you're practically yelling at him.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Why in the hell would you tell them that?”

"I just want you to realize how much I adore you, now hush and enjoy." Gojo hurries you into the back of the tinted Range Rover, entering on the left side. He signals the driver to shorten the route and closes the partition — his hand finds contact too high on your thigh and his look is exceedingly strained. "I'm not your enemy but you treat me like one, why?"

You chuckle and roll your eyes at his assertion, "You've been tormenting me since we were seven, and you think I have no reason to want you away from me?" When you look at him, his expression is one of perplexity. Torment? I used to put gifts in your locker, and from what I remember, you threw them out." Your face flushed from the accusation. "Well, I'd have kept them if you hadn't said anything about my physique. "Everyday, you said something demeaning which encouraged other people to say hurtful things. Now you all are in my shadow, I’m winning the gold ."

You turned to face Gojo and said this with the biggest smile on your face, but as soon as you saw the tear streaming down his hot cheeks, your smile fades. "What's wrong, you?" Even with a hint of worry in your voice, your countenance suggests dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize, but I'd like another chance." In all honesty, Gojo doesn't give a damn about earning your favor. All he wants is what any man would want.

To win.

Gojo makes sure to be the ultimate gentleman as he ushers you out promptly as the car arrives at the village. When he offers his hand to help you out of the car and opens the compound door for you, he can see you're nervous and cautious because you pause. To be honest, you felt anxious at every turn, and when Gojo came up behind you, his arm clasped tightly around your waist. You didn't know why you two were at the compound without your coaches, or what he wanted, but you weren't enjoying it.

When he arrives at his room, he stops at the entrance and looks at you intently. "I set everything up for you because I want you to know how special you've been to me," he says as he opens the door. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla greets you, along with the sight of candles and petals scattered on the corridor floor. Gojo releases his hold on you as his hand travels to your lower back and softly presses you inside his room.

Although your instincts are going haywire, the environment appears in the opposite way. When you step fully into his room the corridor floor is only the tip of the iceberg. Gojo, rather, the person he hired to arrange the space, created a lavish pallet on the floor and surrounded it with a heart made of flowers. accompanied by a bouquet of flowers and a selection of finger appetizers. There are images of you from previous competitions, including ones where you lost, hanging on the walls with the term winner printed on them.

"Do you Iike it?" The pleasure on his face is palpable. In a normal situation, you would do anything to erase Gojo Satoru’s smile, but right now, it would be bittersweet. The amount of work he put in is both sweet and a little alarming, given that several of the images on display were taken when he was alone himself in the booth. You feel the silence begin to take on an unsettling note, so you turn to nod your head at the man, a small grin on your lips.

“Sit down, try the foods. I’ll be back with drinks!” Gojo disappears down the corridor and out the room door leaving you and your rapid heart alone. Thoughts were swirling in your head.

You could just leave.

What does all of this mean? I mean he did give you gifts when you were kids but you just chalked it up to him trying to buy you and throw you off your game.

Does he actually like you? Could it have been your announcement about you leaving?

You sit down on the pallet allowing your weak legs to rest and distract yourself with the white chocolate covered strawberries. Halfway through the patch and uncontrollable anxiety, Gojo comes in with a drink tray with two bottles of martell cognac l'or de jean and two glasses. “I see you enjoyed the strawberries, I made the beef yakitori but you have to try it with the miso ranch” he places the tray on the pallet and sits extremely close to you.

You take a seat on the pallet, allowing your ailing legs to relax, and use the strawberries coated in white chocolate as a distraction. Gojo enters with a drink tray with two glasses and two bottles of Martell Cognac L'Or de Jean halfway through the patch and uncontrollably anxiousness. He lays the tray on the pallet and sits quite close to you, saying, "I see you enjoyed the strawberries. I made the beef yakitori but you have to try it with the miso ranch." He picks up a piece of beef and dips half of it in the homemade ranch.

“Open” you look at the man as if he grew three head and laugh. You try to take the meat, saying, "I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself," but Gojo pulls his hand back and gives you a stern look. Without a second thought you open your mouth to allow the man to feed you. Not only did you let him feed you once but the whole plate of beef along with the miso ranch.

Surprisingly, the beef is really soft, and when mixed with the miso ranch, it is exquisite. Gojo fed you the trend of white meal options, asking you what you thought of whatever he served you next and ensuring you finished at least half. You attribute it to his big ego, and he is still making whatever this is about himself, albeit in a minor way.

You begin to feel lighter, and your discussion with him has become comfortable, flirtatious even. Only when he places his hand on your thigh does your body react.

Your face is now hot, your mind is muddled, and his hand rubbing your thighs makes you want him to move his hand up higher under your skirt. You clear your throat and remind yourself who you’re with. "So, why did you actually do this? I didn't expect Gojo Satoru to be romantic” he hasn't taken his gaze away from you, but appears to be getting closer.

“Because you’re leaving and I know I won’t be able to stop you but I want to give you something to think about while you’re 17 thousands miles away.” It's the first time you've truly appreciated his appearance; he has subtle muscular physique. His lips appear smooth and plump, while his jawline is sharp. And his eyes? Women who testified about losing themselves in his gaze weren’t lying.

As your stare deepens, Gojo notices and seizes the opportunity to slide his hand up your leg and under your skirt. You pretend not to notice the precarious situation you've placed yourself in. Truthfully, all you want is for him to be beneath your skirt, to slide your panties to the side, and finger fuck you. Despite your increased heart rate and anxiety you don't stop him.

"Strip for me, princess," and your body becomes frigid instantly, making you appear almost ashamed. His eyes narrow as he leans in to whisper to you how much he wants you, how amazing you are, how he put this whole thing up for you, and how he begs you not to waste this lovely night. “You’re the one who let me put your hand up your skirt, don’t you want it?” You started to stammer and your pussy's heartbeat is becoming unbearable, but are you going to let this man defile you after he has attempted to humiliate you and make you feel inferior?

Gojo rolls his eyes and scoffs at your apprehension He starts to stand up, but your hand catches his arm and stops him instantly. "No, I think I want—" Before you can even finish speaking, Gojo covers you with his lips and hands. His thin fingers are hurrying through your clothing, admiring every inch of your body and snapping a mental image of your exposed breasts and pussy. His touch is light but frenzied and every kiss feels like it’s scorching your skin leaving an imprint on you.

Your body reacts beautifully to him which makes him hungry for you. Gojo is above you, staring down at you as you lie flat beneath him. Your gaze is locked on him, as though you're trying to assert your power and take charge of the circumstance in an effort to look less desperate and eager. He smiles and ask how much do you want it— with a cunning look on your face, you glare at him and repeat his question. The young man chuckles at you and pushes your legs apart by swiping his palm behind them.

Once your legs are spread, Gojo places his face close to your pussy, basking in its magnificence. "Is all of this for me?" He says before swiping his tongue through your slit. Your legs snap without warning, but his grip keeps you immobile. He revels in your flavor, the way your body heats up, and the way you try to hide your pleasure in your . This time, he didn't want to come up for air; he wanted to be buried in your wetness and hypnotized by your moans.

Your skin feels as like it is being scorched by every kiss and lick to your clit and hole. Gojo commands you to hold your legs up so he can stick two fingers into your dripping hole and curls them to give you the most ecstasy possible. He may be selfish, but he's definitely not when it comes to pleasure. You abandon your position to position your legs on his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his snow-white hair.

"Gojo~ I need- my head..I can't," you say as your legs start to tremble and your eyesight becomes white from the pleasure that has been building up. “You can take it princess, just hold on a little longer for me” he knows that he won’t stop until you've created a mess; you begin to urge the young man to stop so you can regain your breath, but he doesn't hear you at all. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and hums at the sight.

You have a face of pure bliss, your eyes are closed and your hair is starting to stick to your sweat covered body. Gojo has an unrelenting pace — you could do nothing but focus on releasing yourself on his blessed fingers. All he can hear after coming up is your ragged breathing which forms a smile on his face. “I would ask you how everything was but I can see you thoroughly enjoyed yourself”

“You fuck like a virgin who just got some for the first time.” Gojo smile is immediately wiped off his face. You sit up on your elbows but he pushes you back down and pulls out his angry throbbing member. “A virgin huh? Let me lose my virginity with you then” without warning he slides himself through your gummy walls. Now hovering over you, Gojo uses his hands to push one leg up and bend the other to your side. His face is beet red and you can tell he’s enjoying himself more than you are right now.

You want to fuck him, you can’t deny how he has you begging for him to move, yet everything feels forced in your mind. As your face starts to well up with tears, he notices and bends in to get near to your ear. "Aw, don't cry, I'll make it all better, okay?" you nod your head, and he replies "good girl.”

As much as he loves to tease you, he can no longer control himself. Although he intentionally uses deep, languid strokes, the louder your moans the quicker he thrusts into you. He's been saying in your ear all along how gorgeous, wet, and tight you are. How ever since he met you, he's been dreaming of this and wants to be the one man who can win your approval.

You become this lustful shell of yourself that just wants him to consume you, and everything begins to feel like an out-of-body experience. You cry out in desperation for him to go deeper and use you till he is unable to. When he lets go of your legs, you encircle them around his torso while wrapping your arms around his neck forcing his face into your neck.

Your mind is foggy and all you can think about is using your legs to drive him inside of you and lock him in place as Gojo takes advantage of this opportunity to leave as many markings on your neck as possible, intensifying the pleasure you're experiencing.

The young man is breathless at your actions and he makes a mocking tone saying you’re a desperate slut aren’t you? how about I give you something to remember me by”. He lifts his body up untangling your legs from his torso placing both of his palms behind your knees to extend them to the sides of your head, you whine at the lack of contact but he calms your hunger by pounding into you. Even if the action took you by surprise you start to moan and praise the man for fucking you so well.

The young man is breathless at your actions and remarks in a mocking manner, "You're a desperate slut, aren't you?" What if I gave you something to carry me with you forever? You whine at the absence of contact as he lifts his body up and separates your legs from his torso, extending both of his palms behind your knees and push them to the sides of your head. Gojo slams into you stifling your hunger. Even if the action took you by surprise, you start to moan and praise him for fucking you so well.

His climax happens quickly when you mutter, "I-I may just stay for you," in a breathless manner. He closes his eyes in an effort to continue for as long as possible considering he feels his balls getting tight. He desires to relish each instant spent within you, the way your walls enclose him, the firmness with which your hands clasp his arms, and the volume with which you utter his name. Gojo leans back toward you abruptly, giving you a passionate kiss and cums inside of you. Though you're mentally panicking out about the lack of protection, you quickly forget about it as he releases your hold on your limbs and turns you onto your tummy, telling you to lift your ass.

"That fat ass has to get love too, princess, don't be shy." Your embarrassment is the only reason for the heat that is starting to appear on your face. He scoops you up by your hips and slams into you, rolling his eyes at your hesitancy. He is aware of your sensitivity, but you wouldn't be aware of Gojo's struggle to endure the pain in order to prolong this time. Your ass jiggling with each thrust has him spellbound, and as he slides out of you to slam into you again, his dick is drenched.

At this moment, your pussy is hurting and you're crying, but the heatbeat is becoming worse. Then it dawns on you that he is the only one who can stop the excruciating feeling underneath. Your mind is immediately repulsed by the idea. Gojo Saturo, of all people, fucking you senselessly is shameful, but the young man wipes that notion away as soon as it occurs by grabbing your hair with one hand and playing with your clit with the other around your waist.

You were too high and fucked out to realize that Gojo had taken the remote and turned on the television before seizing you. You were so overstimulated that your legs were trembling, and your tears were blurring your vision. "Gojo, please, I just can't handle it any longer." The teleprompters are now announcing the male single winners, “Just let them announce the winners pretty, if you win I’ll give you a present okay?”

Your body became heavy and you can feel your thighs become wet from your climax and hear his win being announced. All he could hear from you now is sobs begging him to give you a second, this is what he wants, for you to break down on his dick. It goes without saying that Gojo takes home the gold, he saw the camera move to his coach; who was very upset over his absence and had a stone-cold expression on his face.

He didn’t want his movements to be soured by the display and leans his head back in bliss. He’s beyond sensitive and doesn’t want you to see the tears coming out of his eyes to. Not only did he win literally but he’s achieving his life long goal of ruining you. His next words are winded, “make sure you come back in nine months for your next present princess.”

Leaning his head back in delight, he didn't want the event to ruin his moves. His sensitivity is immense, and he would prefer that you not see the tears welling up in his eyes. Not only has he literally won, his lifelong ambition to ruin you has been achieved. He continues, "Make sure you come back in nine months for your next present, princess," in a taunting manner.

You continue to sob as Gojo bullies your overworked cunt, cumming again coating your tantalizing walls in white. He lets you go and once you hit the pallet your world goes black. Waking up you notice the space around you is pitch black, you attempt to get up and survey the surroundings but your body is incredibly sore.

You sob on and on as Gojo abuses your overworked cunt and once more covers your alluring walls in white. After he lets you go, you strike the pallet, and everything goes dark. When you wake up, you discover that the space is pitch black. You want to stand up and take in your surroundings, but your body hurts so much. From your head to in between your legs, you look and feel around for a light or at least your phone.

You jump back and scream as soon as you feel warmth and skin when you reach to your left. Your head is throbbing and you try to recollect the last few hours, but when you discover you can't, it just makes you feel more anxious. You stand up despite the fact that your legs are weak and sprint to the closest corner to make yourself appear smaller. Your final recollection is leaving the ice and talking with the interviewers. Besides that, you don’t know where you are, why you’re naked and who that is laying next to you.

“Why are you yelling princess, it’s late.”

Princess? When you hear the voice, your blood starts to boil, and you start to remember what transpired. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! GOJO SATORU YOU WAKE THE FUCK UP AND TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED," the man gets out of the duvet and moves across the room to turn on the light. He can't stop laughing when he sees you in the corner. "Princess, get up. I got you something."

The man walks to the nearest dresser, throws you in the shorts and shirt, and walks to the bathroom, seemingly unaffected by your outcry. It's amazing how calm someone can be when he's clearly done you some harm. But you get dressed immediately, grab your stuff from his room, and run out of there. "You sick bastard, I hope you know that I'm going to the authorities." A flurry of flashes from microphones and cameras jammed against your face greets you as soon as you open the door.

Questions about why you were in Gojo's room, whether you were actually unwell or if you skipped the rest of the competition to spend time with him, and why you were leaving in his clothing suddenly burst out of the seemingly small gathering. The sensation of his arms enveloping you, his naked chest resting on your back, and his murmur in your ear, "Gold winning Olympian misses her win to share intimate time with her new boyfriend," further intensifies your feelings of overwhelm. “I believe that is a catchy headline.”

Gojo got what he wanted, attaching you to him forever, hopefully in more ways than one.

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thedivineden · 15 days

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Puppy Izuku 2

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

genre: smut

words: 3k+

notes: cock ring, hybrid!izuku, brown skin reader, jealously, use of mommy,

AN: This is a revised version of the original. Hopefully you guys like it! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Part one

✰ 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥!

✰ 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

✰ 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰.

✰ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 "𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘡𝘶𝘻𝘶," 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

✰ 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴. "𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

✰ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘧𝘶𝘯-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷�� 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

✰ 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴.

✰ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥:

You've made the decision to bring Izuku along on your errands, and naturally, you want to take him shopping for his favorite foods in an effort to give your puppy more energy. "Zuku, move quickly! Already, we've fallen behind. Are you positive you don't need my help there?” There's a loud no from the bedroom, then some scuffling, and then the door opens. A well-groomed and well-dressed Izuku come out; you would think he had a date if he weren't going out with you.

"Zuku! You look so handsome, and you're such a wonderful boy getting ready by yourself. You look really good for your mommy. At this moment, his tail is wagging madly behind him, and his cheeks are red. "I-is it okay if I stop calling you mommy?" Izuku ears instantly droop upon staring at your face, thus your countenance must have echoed the immense sorrow that flowed through your chest. You ask him, "Why, my sweet baby?" with a sugarcoated smile on your face as you go up and scratch his right ear.

He softly grumbles into your touch as he lays his head into your palm. "I’m no longer a baby; I should call you something different." His speech is hesitant and unsure, and you always want to encourage him to express what he feels. "Alright Zuku, what time would you prefer to call me?" He struggles to let the phrase come out of his mouth as he glances down at the ground, dodging your gaze. "Izuku?" "What is it, baby? You know you can tell me," you say as you stop touching at his ear and cup his face in your hands, pushing him to look you in the eye.

“My girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriends,” his eyes are serious but you couldn’t understand why his tense nor are you aware of where he learned the notion of boyfriend and girlfriend. “Sure, honey, whatever you want,” you swear there’s a tiny twinkle in his eyes as soon as you respond. You plant a kiss on his lips, anticipating a peck, but Izuku draws you closer by encircling your waist with his powerful arms, intensifying the kiss. He’s not typically this forward, and when he is, it’s usually rough and ends with sex.

Without hesitation, you kept kissing him, and the longer you kissed him, the more affectionate he got. "Well, okay! Before the rain starts, Zuku, we have to head out! You distance yourself from him, holding onto his hand as you guide him out the door. Izuku and you head to the stores after double-checking the lock. The street market isn't too far from your shared condo, so you two stroll hand in hand for three blocks.

Izuku talked in great depth about his activities when you're not around during your stroll. "I then made sure to tidy up after breakfast after you left! Since you said you would clean your closet but never did, I also cleaned it after. After I finished, I watched the same show you usually see about the different men and women who fall in love. The one where they’re always falling in love and kissing! You glance at him warily and make sure to check both directions before crossing the street.

"Zuku, which show are you referring to?" He wags his tail in the air as you both cross the street. Izuku lifts his head and uses his nose to detect scents in the air. He catches the smell of apple pie from the new bakery. He's so enthusiastic that he doesn't even answer your question."Zuku! "Slow down!" you shout, but he ignores you as he quickly pulls you up the streets before coming to a stop at the market entrance.

"Bad boy!” Izuku didn't get a good look at you, but now that he has, he feels bad for not appreciating your beauty earlier. "I almost broke my sandal." Your gorgeous brown skin seemed to sparkle in the sun. You were wearing a white sundress that hugs you perfect revealing your fat ass, white sandals, and a sparkling "I" necklace around your neck that accentuated your cleavage and proclaimed your identity to everyone. Izuku's heart swells at this. "You're glowing."

Your cheeks start becoming flushed, and the annoyance you have toward him fades away. He consistently manages to defuse situations. "Why thank you, Izuku, you're so charming, my good boy," you say as you clasp your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. At this moment, his tail is swinging madly behind him, and his cheeks are a blazing scarlet. "Let's get you some sweets," you said. People who are passing by usually stare at you while you walk together, but it doesn't bother you.

You walk into the store together in hand while allowing the aroma of different pies, cakes, and cookies to fill your senses. The store owner is alerted to the front by the bell's sound, "Welcome to June's Bakery! The store owner frowns upon seeing the two of you holding hands. How may I he-? He shrugs and continues, "Hybrids aren't allowed in shop, health code reasons," all the while keeping a close eye on Izuku. You laugh at what he said, but before you can curse at him, Izuku tightly grips your hand. A gentle smile appears when you look up at him. "No worries, I'll wait outside."

He’s out the door and in full view of the wide window pane before you have a chance to object. Enraged, you turn to face the store owner, who dismisses you and pulls out a notepad. "Now, what can I get for you, sugar?" you ask, mocking the pet name as you jot down a list of all the goods you'd like. "Coming up, pretty lady." You were so over his blatant and repulsive attempts to flirt with you. When you turn around, a group of young women are gathered around Izuku, giggling and caressing him all over. He’s vigorously wagging his tail, and the final straw is him allowing one of the girls to encircling herself around his arm.

How dare he?! You can feel the rage rising within of you. the once he escapes your grasp and receives some attention, he folds? "Here you are, miss," without even meeting his gaze as you grab the treat bag for your now-ungrateful pet. Izuku whips his head in your direction at the sound of the shop bell, clearly observing the look of disgust on your face. "Let’s go. We’re going home.” His tail and ears dropped as a result of your harsh tone, shaking and pushing the women away from him so they could follow you. On the walk home, he tried to take your hand every time, but you rejected him.

Izuku was at your feet attempting to take off your shoes as soon as you two entered the house. You slightly bend down to unlatch your strap and kick him to the side. From the corner of your eye, you can see him sulking and threatening to cry, making you roll your eyes and kick off your shoes. You take off your dress as you go down the corridor, making sure to look him in the eye before entering the room. Slowly following behind, he already knows what's coming up for him..

As you can see, Izuku has witnessed you in similar states of mind before. He distinctly recalls that you didn't inform him that he would also be receiving shots when you took him to the doctor for a checkup. Izuku, however, didn't take the news well and ultimately caused 1,669,500 yen worth of damage to the patient chair. You give him the order to get undressed and lay on the bed. He takes his clothing and boxers shakily, looking scared and tucking his fluffy green tail between his legs. "Mom-"

“Izuku, just do what I say.”

You pass him by as you head to the closet you two share without even looking at him. He sees things being angrily flung across the room and you scrounging around. The instant you materialize in front of him, Izuku is kneeling on the bed, taking the noises coming from loud as a warning. “Do you know why I’m upset with you? Do I not give you enough attention? Why ask me to be your girlfriend if you rather be around other women?” you question are rapid fire but the last one has a bit of melancholy. Izuku is brokenhearted by the tone of your voice. “No! You give me enough attention! I- I didn’t me-“

"Who gave you permission to speak? You’re being a bad dog” even though you said that earlier the malice in your tone pushes him over the edge. Izuku is now pathetically crawling to the side of the bed, wailing into your tummy with a tight grip on your hips. His sobs and hiccups don't move you nor when he repeatedly apologizes to you. You push him away to expose a rubber purple ring. "Are you aware of what this is?" Izuku looks up, his flaming eyes and hot cheeks visible as he shakes his head. It's a ring for you cock. Now lay back so I can put it on," he obeys, his melancholy eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. He could soon feel your face getting close to his flaccid member.

His dick twitches in amazement at the unexpected sensation of your tongue on it as you go down his shaft. "Mommy, please go faster." You scoff at his request and carry on moving slowly while slicking his dick with saliva. Izuku is growing impatient; his tip effortlessly touches the back of your throat as he draws his release nearer. "I'm going to c-" before he could say anything more, the circular item is slid down his shaft and tightened at the base. "Once more, who granted you permission to speak?" You make all of these adjustments to straddle yourself around his hips while maintaining eye contact. Right now, all that was on your mind was venting your frustrations, without caring what he wants in return.

His member is painfully pulsating against your folds, waiting for you to move, but you choose not to. You sat there for a while. You hold onto both of your puppy's nipples, initially stroking them lightly to conceal your true intentions as you stare at him with disgust. "You really are repulsive." Izuku whimpers in response to this comment, pointing his ears down; you decided to grind against him while continuing to softly stroke his nipples. He begins to try to lift his hips higher in the hopes of finding some relief. You tease his tip along your hole while twisting his nipples, calling him a "attention whore."

"Tell me what you talked about with those women outside, and maybe I'll let you fuck me," However, his attention being hindered by your icy, unforgiving glare and the sensation of your slick coating his dick. "I-um-we-" you cease shifting your hips in response to his stutter. "Spit it out, mutt." At this statement, Izuku can feel his heart breaking. You don't say anything as your hips begin to move slowly again, “They told me I was cute..and if I was lost or had an owner.” You roll your eyes and demanded he tell you what his reply was. It’s almost like you’re spitting venom at him “I told them I did and that my mommy would be back!” "And?" As you accelerate, his whimpers become moans, and he makes sure to put his tip in each time you move upward. "The—They refused to leave me alone! I swear!”

"That’s my good boy." extending your hand back to align his tip with your hole, you glide down his shaft and allow him to enter your cunt. "Let mommy take care of you." You begin by painfully slowly moving up and down his shaft while relying on his chest to support you as you sit up and balance yourself on the balls of your feet. Your cunt feels so warm and welcoming which Izuku takes as an invitation or him to pound into you, which is exactly what he starts to do.

Izuku begins to set his own speed, first enjoying keeping up with your rhythm as he thrusts with you, but gradually his tempo quickens. Instead of telling him to stop, you bounce along with him. His dick hurts from the sound of your cunt and you being undone and out of breath above him. “Mommyy~ it hurts..can I please cum inside." He begs, "Go ahead, Zuku," and without pausing, digs his claws into your hip to keep you there securely.

He notices how reactive you were and continues pounding into you trying to catch his own release. Your large, attractive brown tits were bouncing in his face, and your face was engraved with pride and ecstasy. You were a complete mess above him. He can sense his release approaching, yet the longer he fucks into you, the more excruciating throbbing he experiences. "My poor baby, is he trying to cum?" Did you forget about the toy?~" Even with the excruciating throbbing, Izuku didn't stop listening to your seductive and spiteful voice. He can’t comprehend the idea behind this device, but he can feel the knot in his stomach becoming unbearably uncomfortable.

"Mommy! It hurt! Please, take it off!” You disregard his request and carry on with your unrelenting speed of bouncing on his dick. Your moans become more frequent and expressive, and he can feel your cunt tighten and spasm around him. "I apologize; you were still a bad boy, Zuku. Now be quiet and let mommy to finish!”

You bury your head in his neck and crash down on his cock, ignoring his shouts and pleads for you to take the toy off. Seeking another release, you lean on him once again. The sensation of your well-groomed nails scraping down his arms makes him tremble. His eye is leaking tears due to the pressure, and as soon as they slip down his cheek, you lick them away. Your breath is so ragged, and he can hear how carelessly and forcefully you were smashing down on his dick. "Zuku, never do that again! Do not allow anybody to touch you in that way! I'm only permitted to!”

You lift your head from his neck and place your full lips against his. He can sense your legs trembling around him and the warm liquid puddle between your thighs as a result of the intense and hurried kiss. The sensation of his dick twitching and throbbing in your cunt reminds you of the device as you distance yourself from him and stare him in the eye. You can see how red his face and eyes were.

Oh, my poor baby! You swiftly slide off and take the toy off with your lips, being careful so you can allow him to cum in your mouth. His entire body seems to unwind the instant it's off, as seen by his trembling thighs. You go into the bathroom for a moist towel and wipe yourself and him down wherever necessary. Once you’re finished, Izuku is holding you, begging, pleading to not get rid of him and how he’s sorry. Izuku asks, "Do you really think I'm a mutt?" with sorrowful eyes as you immediately apologize for being so unkind and envious.

You promptly comfort him and make a vow not to repeat that. "Remember that you are my special, priceless baby, Zuku." "Does that imply that you still love me?" he questions. When you offer him a gentle kiss and tell him, "I never stopped, baby,"

Izuku pulls you closer to him, pin you under him and covers your face and neck in kisses.

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