#smutxanime honeeslust

[honeeslust]

Choso | our sweet emo boy

It’s the way he needs your kisses, your teeth tugging at his lower lip, your mouth sucking on his neck.

It’s the way the softness of your touch would get his heart racing.

It’s the way that even just the sound of your voice is enough to get him bricked up.

It’s the way you would take your time teasing him because he’s just so sensitive, every time your lips touch his body he whimpers for you.

It’s the way you ride his face after he begged you to sit on it. You’d be tugging at those pigtails and pushing against the bridge of his nose while he tasted you. The harder you pulled the more he moaned right into your core, sucking you’re sweet slit and toying with your clit.

It’s the way he would drink from your water falls and force his face even deeper until you forgot how to fucking breath

HEAR ME OUT…

It’s the way he can literally fill you up. Even the blood that surges there can be controlled. He’ll swell inside you giving you all that you could handle. But don’t run, it just makes him want to fold you up fuck you deeper.

It’s the way he fucks you meaner when he knows your close, the cute emo boy can’t help but get a little rude. What with the way you call out to him how much you like taking it.

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Baji

Unpredictable.Charming.Loyal.Protective.

I just know he fucks the way he fights.

I just know he pulls you into the best hugs. (Hear me out) his I wanna fuck you hugs. He brings you close and his hands make their way to that fatty without fail. The grip itself has a way of making you audibly moan in his ear. He cups his hand underneath and bares that toothy grin at you. pleased to feel the wetness ruining your lacey panties. ember-like eyes glowing. His dick strains against his pants and pokes into your tummy.

Mikey

Endearing.Playful.Tranquil.Thoughtful.

I just know he needs your hands in his hair when he's eating you out.

Your fists are balled up in those baby blonde locks and his moans are drowning deep in your weepy pussy. The coil is so tight you can immediately feel the fatigue of every muscle in your body tightening as he steadies the rrthym of his tongue right under that lil pearl until you were gushing all over his face just like his lil super soaker was supposed to.

Draken

Stoic.Bold.Protective.Passionate.

I just know he knows it all. How to lick, where to touch. How to say your name. How to change the way you walk.

I just know he's the best kind of mean when his little brat is in the mood for a little extra attention. He will tease until your body is rocked with tremors at the near miss of his tongue coming down just past your nipple. He lets the quaking subside before he's at it again. His torture is brutal, and he exacts it with a smile on his face. Desire is what you e become. waiting impatiently for the next touch. Yet you find balance in the insanity by savoring every second as it ticks by until that need is met by the faintest touch.

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Satoru and the blinfold

🖤 Let's be clear every version of Satoru is a treat...

Satoru with the mask wants to fuck you in the mirror. He won’t undress, he just undoes his belt and pulls his dick out, smilin and patting his thighs inviting you to take a seat. You're already dripping from the invitation alone. He loves the way you moan when it slides in, your nails dig into his thighs and your ready to work that dick. but as soon as you try to move, he's talking that slick shit in your ear. Be a good girl and sit still, I like the way you feel when your greedy. desperate to move you're crying to him Toru no please I need it. He likes when you beg but the pretty-eyed menace just taunts you with gentle flicks of his fat cock inside you. Look at yourself, see how sexy you are when you’re impatient. You're looking but your desperation has you so delirious that you can't even see straight. that's my good girl sittin so pretty fer me huh? Yes all for you, anything for you baby please let me move. No no, You want this cum don't you. yes I want it, I want all of it. Then watch me make you make you dumb on this dick, open your eyes and look. You're staring at yourself, stuffed full of cock but unable to to a thing about it. It has you twisting inside. your pussy is screaming for even the slightest movement from him. Satoru pinches your nipples and licks your ear. You can’t see his eyes but the way he’s beaming at your reflection tells you all you needs to know. That he's loving this, his white hair peeks out over the blindfold, his porcelain skin contrasting your own perfectly. It really is a sight to see. he bucks it into you just to hear your cute little moans and feel the spasms that ricochet around his length. There she is, he says slipping his hands under your thighs and pulling them apart as he prepared to pump you full of his dick. He loves the way your naked body looks against his fully clothed one. Not to mention he knows you’ve got a thing for the blindfold.

Satoru needs to see how you fuck your self when you ride him. He pulls that one side away from his eye when he lets go of your hips so you can control the angle in which his cock prodded your g spot. Keep fucking yourself, just like that pretty baby. He groans as the circles you churn against him has your nails dragging across his chest. He lifts thighs to support you as you swirl your hips grinding down and making your self come again and again while he lies back appreciating the way your body moved. When you collapse on his chest thinking you made yourself come hard enough, he's palming your cheeks, moving that ass up and down opposite the thrusts of his hips. At first he goes slow, praising you and giving you hickies as he fucked himself up into you. By the time hes bouncing you, your shaking and drooling from your mouth and pussy as he pins you against his chest. You're crying in his ear just how he likes while he bullies that cock in and out of your tight little hole. The one heavenly eye that you could see was dimming with his own impending release. Keep taking it for me like that. Yes yes yes baby fuck ima give you all this cum. He goes crazy in that pussy hammering into your soaked center with a cock felt like it was designed just for your pussy. Look at how you break for me baby he says as his erratic thrusts falter from how weak in the knees you made him. He kisses you hard, moaning your name and spilling his load into your swollen womb.

Satoru with no mask is ready to drown in that pretty pussy. He sweet talks your wetness at he tastes you. I love tickling this pretty clit he says swirling his finger around the little bead. It's the eye contact when he finally slides a lazy pink tongue through the wet crease. You like that, you like when I tease it, don't you baby? he taunts you, pressing kisses to trembling bundle of nerves So-fucking-good- He has you clenching a fistful of this snowy strands between your fingers and the harder you pull the more he groans yesss let me have it all. Satoru fucks you with his tongue easily making you squeal his name. Sweeter than fruit baby, keep feeding me I'm always hungry for this delectable little cunt of yours he says surlping your both openings and rudely smacking his lips over your clit. His mouth makes out with your pussy so good that your body can't even handle the shock. He has to hold you down, forcing your legs back so you watch him devouring you. His sky blue gaze hypnotizes you as he adds his fingers, pulsing and curling into that sweet spot. Again hes slurping away, not wanting to waste a single drop of your essence. By the time your head stops spinning, he’s wiping the corners of his mouth, fully pleased with himself as he should be.

Satoru in the sunglasses is stealing a quickie with you before he meets with the higher ups. They get on his fucking nerves and what better remedy than your pussy which was always ready to pacify him. After kissing you long and hard as soon as you approached him, he forces you over the top of his desk, dragging your pants and thong off at once. With a pop he's in and he's deep, already making you cry out his name with a high pitched squeal when he jammed his cock right into your cervix. He opted for his sunglasses today but the blindfold is always ready for you. He pulls it out of his pocket and reaches around. He shoves it in your mouth as he mounted you. In need of release, he's already fucking you hard and fast, the clapping sounds ringing throughout the walls of his office. Let me get these hips baby, I wanna ride this pretty pussy c'mon. Arch that ass for me. Fucking you with one leg up, there is no way to hide from that dick. It's just blow after blow to your tender uterus. He growls like a rabbid beast as he beats that pussy out the frame. Your gonna feel this dick tomorrow baby. Unggh - your so fucking perfect. Let me fuck you stupid pretty girl. He was right in the way he could leave you senseless. His unrelenting cock is all you can think about. so you’re not even worried that even with your mouth stuffed you're still loud enough to be heard across the hall. Ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!sto-ru-uh-uh-uh your muffled cries had him swollen tight in your walls as he dove deeper. Ssss-close baby, come on this dick, I'm coming with you. Mmmh fuck baby fuck fuck fuck. He hisses cramming into you to the hilt, releasing all kinds of thick creamy cum into you while your slick walls held his engorged length hostage. Shit, they're here he says pulling out and tucking his shirt back in as you fixed your clothes. The kiss he gives you on the way out is laced with the promise of giving you more once he got home. You leave smiling ear to ear to yourself as you walked past the higher ups with your Satorus hot cum soaking your panties.

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Toji…

Toji whose a menace and a killer and has the emotional availability of a potato. but that doesnt mean he doesn't know when he's got something good.

Toji who really didn't know what the fuck were you even talking about. Some shit about how he's incapable of love and affection. That was the dumbest shit he ever heard. He was absolutely sure of the exact moment he knew he'd never let you go. From the moment gushy lil cunt sucked him in deep until he could feel himself knocking you're Mirena loose, he knew for sure he could never let a pussy as sublime as yours get away.

Toji who's not accepting what you're saying to him. You don't love me Toji…clearly, you need reminding that you're his. Doesn't matter if he can't give you what you're asking for. You're the only pretty little thing he wants wrapped around his cock. Isn't that enough?

Toji who gets in your face and reminds you why you put up with his shit. His dick game changes the way you walk and you love it.

Toji who needs to give you a dose of that act right so he fucks you until you’re too swollen and abused to move. Not that you needed any strength to do so. Because it's...

Toji who handles yo thick ass easily. tossing your body to the mattress so he can mount you like the beast his is.

Toji who forces your legs so far back to the bed until your chubby stomach is hunched in behind your thick thighs. The position hinders your ability to breath... Which is perfect because now you're so completely fucked out of your mind that you’re incapable of spewing all that bullshit about how you’re not sure he’s the right one for you.

Toji who thinks Fuck that shit. When he slide his tongue over that fat wet mound between your parted legs. Savoring the taste of your attitude melting away with every flick of his tongue.

Toji who bullies his cock back into you. Making your teeth gnash and your voice change while you groan like a feral cat….Yet another orgasm tearing you in half as he taunts you.

Toji who’s pissed youd ever even thing of trying to take that pussy away from him.

Toji who’s driving that heavy cock in and out of you with such purpose. Your pleaful whines for him to slow down only making him meaner. He has something to prove. Toji who’s shutting you up with his lips on yours. Pulling away only to look you in the eye and sneer at you… Dont you fucking move… Oh you want me slow down princes?? Hmm. Too fuckin bad. Shut up and let me fix you… You don't really wanna go anywhere, you just needed daddys dick…

Toji who’s going feral as he drags his hips back, snapping them tight against yours. His composure slipping with every thrust, a throaty rendition of your name spilling from his lips along with his I love the way you take this dick or I love the way you squeeze me like that. Everything but what you wanted to hear.

Toji who loves how your pussy wrings so tight around his cock that he almost says it. Those three little words that wouldn't change a damn thing. Three little words that hold no meaning compared to the way he feels about you. Love isn't strong enough a word. Even if its all you need to hear to know your not just some girl who fucks into oblivion on the regular. he’s him so instead of just coming out and telling you he loves you hell knudge his dick into that spot. torturing you with how easily he can ruin you. Reveling in the wake of your undoing.

Toji who’s digging deep in that gushy lil pussy. Bottoming out just to see the way you whine when yoi feel him filling you with his seed.

Toji who won't pull out. He needs his cum to stay right where it is.

Toji who grabs your thighs and wraps then around his hips. A brute through and through, shifting his hips to drive his dick so deep you squeal.

Toji who kisses you hard. Sucking your lower lip into his mouth and cleaning up the drool that ran down your cheek with his tongue.

Toji who‘s barely satiated. Grinning down at your fucked out expression. He clutches your pretty face, his thick fingers digging into your cheek, his dick still embebedded in your warm embrace when he tells you to quit ya worryin lil mama. You're my obsession. And that kind of love never fades. Do you hear me?

Yea… I think that's the best you're getting outta him lol. What you think?

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Levi knows he can do you better than your man can.

🖤 Don't mind me, in just falling for Levi

Levi thinks your so pretty with the tears in your eyes, your legs divorced, him forcing himself so deep that you can feel it in places no one could ever seem to reach. Levi knows it, when he licks the tear that rolls down your cheek. I'd bet he’s never made you cry like this, he doesn't know how to touch you, does he? His truth, like his dick, is hard to take. His teeth lay into your shoulder leaving you to twist against the binds tethering you to either side of his bed. Ssssss-Shhhh, if it's just a little pain, you can take it pretty baby. He pushes deep, pulling out slow, roughly pushing back inside again. Pleasure and pain are one in the same now. You flinch, your head raising from the bed but not from the continual battering from his his talented but unkind member. His It was because you knew he was ruining you. How could anyone else ever measure up to this? The man between your legs was drunk off the way his name erupted from you sinful mouth. Levi, too much. Too much, or too good, he whispers in your ear seeing right through the way your shame clung to you. If anything, it made you clench him tighter inside. I'll make it so you want more. I'll make you need more. He boasts, a tattooed hand necklace adorning your pretty little neck now, squeezing just enough that you couldn't scream anymore. I’ll make it so that anytime he touches you you think of me. He bucks his hips losing himself in you as your tears flow freely. You know it won't feel like what I can do. His rythym builds and he grins down upon the glittering eyes imploring him to give even more. If I'm wrong, say the word, I'll stop. He pants, pushing his way in so deep you actually feel the moment you fell in love with his dick and maybe even him. You only close your eyes, ashamed and on the brink of one of the most cataclysmic orgasms you'd ever have. He slows, his thumb drawing your lips apart for you to suck. Ah ah I didn't think so. He tells you this, his thumb now pressing into your mouth. You'll have to look at me. I won't have you come any other way. I take pride in my work, so open them, or I'll stop. You can just barely manage to pry them open, but you were met with his satisfied gaze. He watched you explode making a mess of his satin sheets. For the first time you see him smile. That's it, come for me. He shudders. Mmmm, you're fucking strangling my cock, Ss—sso fuckin wet, fuck. c'mon, give me more. He grunts nearing his own release. He just barely manages to pull out in time to eject a heavy white load over your pretty tits. Looking at him with stars in your eyes, he's practically moving art, tight arms and even tighter abs, his dark hair a mess as he stoked out the last few spurts on of his cum on your trembling body. You couldn't move when he untied you, but that didn't stop him from flipping you onto your stomach ready to make you call your man and tell him you're never come home again.

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Your BF Bakugo

🖤 a little fluffier than I intended but here goes…

Im thinking about pro hero Bakugo who’s 6”4” and would stand there looking down at you as you yelled at him for something he did. He would hear what you said but would hit you with that crooked smile why the fuck are you so little he would say showing off how he can easily look straight over your head.

(* My personal imagine because I’m terribly uncoordinated and have accepted that I may actually never get in tune with my equilibrium…)

I’m thinking about pro hero Bakugo who’s reflexes always come in handy because of your poor balance and knack for falling over literally nothing. Nonetheless, as long as you’ve been together, it would still give you butterflies feeling the strength of his hands on you whenever he’d catch your fall. He 100 percent sets you back on your feet and teases you with a confused look in his eye asking you how.

I’m thinking about pro hero Bakugo who brings you lunch at work when ever he can. One reason would be that he knows you would work straight through the day without even realizing you never stopped to eat so he’d make you take your lunch with him. The other reason would be that me knows how flustered you get seeing him in full uniform.

( *another personal fave cause my anemic ass is constantly cold and I’ve been obsessed with body heat since the twilight days 😊 iykyk‼️)

I’m thinking of pro hero Bakugo who doesn’t flinch when your cold fingers and toes graze his skin as you cuddle up to him. I don’t think you can get any closer babe. He would groan as you literally wrapped yourself up in him to soak of up all of his warmth. You would settle in his lap, content with taking up all of his personal space. my own personal furnace you’d say grinning ear to ear.

I’m thinking of pro hero Bakugo whose never been the romantic. (Hear me out) it’s not flowers and candies and cards and I love you baby this and that…It’s your favorite books and movies just to see you smile. when you’re stressed and restless, it’s him making you a late night snack and putting on your favorite rewatch because he knows how much you love to get lost in their world. It’s him noticing your anxiety becoming more crippling as you gnaw at your inside of your jaw and your furiously bouncing leg shakes the couch. It’s him bringing you close but not saying a word. It’s him squeezing you tighter than you could stand because he knows how soothing and freeing it would feel for you. It’s him letting you fall asleep in his arms and not moving an inch no matter how uncomfortable he would be. It’s him always being so in tune with you that you always feel seen. Yea, that’s my Bakugo 😌

I stan a man whose actions speak louder thanks his words ever could.

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Suguru…

Suguru who is insatiable …

18+ Only

Suguru who is greedy for the energy he consumes from you. All it took was just one taste and thus began the twisted game you both would continue to play. For every bit of power you relinquished to him, he returned to you in pleasure tenfold.

Suguru, whom you fucked because you hated him so much. It was gritty. It was scary, and it was exciting. It was the realest fucking thing you’d ever felt.

Suguru who would taunt you, “Pathetic human can't keep her fucking legs closed long enough to have a decent conversation.” He’d bend his knee forcing himself deeper until he bottomed out.

…“Theres nothing fucking decent about you, shut up and keep fucking me.” You snide struggling to keep your face from twisting as he found his rhythm and fucked you deeper..

Suguru who would look at your sweet face as you were rendered fucked stupid and struggled to answer when he asked you why you insisted on hating him when clearly you didn’t hate his dick.

Suguru who would caress your mouth and drag your lower lip down with his thumb.

…You’d welcome it — lewdly sucking it into your mouth...

Suguru who just can’t help teasing you, “Hmm… look at that, all that bravado for what? Look at how indecent you're being.”

Suguru who loves seeing the way your face scrunches as he taunts you. —all while thrusting into you and massaging that sweet spot with the plump head of his cock with such ease.

Suguru who sits up and closes your legs together and turns you on your side to go even deeper than he already was. The new angle would be exquisite . His hips would move in slutty- tantric- deep- purposeful- thrusts that would ultimately be your undoing.

Suguru who would give you more so he could finally absorb the familiar lustful-arduous residuals that only your soul could provide. “It’s funny really.” He would say cramming you so full of himself that your eyes crossed and your dumb fucked mind went blank.

…“All that effort you put into hating me doesn’t amount to anything more than you being a touch-starved horny little brat with a foul mouth and a bad attitude.” He’d tease you again, just as drunk off the way he broke you “…lucky for you you pretty little fuckin’ brat.., I can drink this up all fucking day.” He’d say effortlessly manipulating the frosty glow from his palms.

…You’d roll your eyes at him but mostly out of the pleasurable l feeling from the heavy cock buried deep in your walls drawing out your mouthwatering energy. Greedily taking every bit for himself as he made a mess of your needy little pussy.

Suguru who would push climax after climax through your body until it until you went limp.

Suguru who would come back again, sliding right up alongside you and jutting his thickness right back into you.

…“ I— I can't come anymore” you’d cry only to be met with his hand encompassing your own and he threads his fingers intimately through yours.

Suguru who heard the frail plea fall from your pretty lips as he struggled to go slow “Yes you can.” He would breath kissing down your neck making the quivering sensation start at your center all over again…

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Armin

🖤 Ayo… real quick

Armin is clinging to you, so easily edged when you when he sucks all over your pretty neck. His hands are greedily playing with your tits, squeezing your softness loving and he way it felt so warm and cushy opposite his lean frame. His pants rub against you and he’s grinding a surprisingly endowed buldge into you. he's telling you how pretty you are and how good he wants to make you feel. He’s just so in awe of you and the way you consume all of his senses. The more you moan for him he pulls you tighter to him. Moving hips back and forth, the friction from your body has him growing swollen and excited, the desperation to feel more of you making his tip thick and wet. with your bare thighs in his grasp, he jolts, I love you’s spilling from his puffy lips, his mouth hot on your neck as he comes in his pants. You shudder, your hips weighing down onto the friction, your entire body vibrating along with his as he pants your name over and over. By the time he's able stop squeezing you, he laughs. You're something special, ya know that? I'm sure you won't mind if I fuck you proper now. I would hate to leave you unsatisfied.

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Toji Fushiguro | The box

🖤 I'll be honest. I drew inspiration for this after watching Dexter. But initially,  there was that comment from a reader on wattpad asking for a fic where homeless Toji fucks us in a box.

… Also, @biscuitsngravie @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen have me stuck on Toji who calls you mama/mamas. Like are you kidding me?? I'm folding immediately!

Anyway….

Challenge accepted!

🖤I suck at TW’s but maybe this Toji is manipulative and posessive. Its not crazy but just know its implied.

🖤 WC 3K+ (it’s a bit jumpy cause i really didn’t proof read. My bad. Im tired 😩)

Wait!!

is that..?

No that can't be.

I'm trippin'.

In all of .5 seconds, that's what races through your thoughts when you caught sight of him. No way that Adonis-looking creep who just winked at you was your toxic AF ex.

The one who got your car towed last year, maxed out your discover card and put your boss in a cast for 6 weeks. All that after you had bailed him out for. Although…your boss might've had that coming to him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He just had to be at this bar of all places?

Eyeing... NO!  Eye fucking you, as you moved your body to the music. How long had he been watching you?

Toji stood back, confident that he had stolen your attention away from your date. He hated the way he was touching you, but wouldn't cause a scene. Not unless he had to.

He preferred this anyway. He knew what he was doing. Getting under your skin a little before dragging you back into the 3ring circus that was his life. How could you blame him? You'd left him so suddenly and he couldn't handle that. No! He refused to handle that.

He just wanted you to know how bad he wished he could take back all the dumb shit he put you through before. It wasn't his fault. The only reason he maxed out your card gambling was to get the cash he needed to buy back that Cadillac Deville he stole from your uncle. He didn't know it was a prize winning collectors item. too bad you never gave him a chance to say that.

Meanwhile, there you are on the dancefloor. Acting as if you didn't care.

Nope! There was no familiar pang of excitement rippling through you. There wasn't a need to feel those hands on you instead of the ones that were touching you now. You were easily ignoring that tight black tee he wore. Your eyes were not drawn to that faint line running down the center, barely concealing that line between his abs that you loved to carve out with your tongue.

Pathetic. You're fucking pathetic y/n. Thats what you thought as you ground your hips against the guy you were dancing with, wishing you had any substantial amount of will power in you to just disappear out the back door.

Shiiit! Suddenly the hands on your waist brought your attention back to them. Ugghh. you weren't in the mood to dump him. You were more inclined to hurry this along to let your ex scratch that itch that only he could.

Maybe......

After all, he didn't know where you lived now. Just one night wouldn't hurt. Yeah. Fuck it!

Uhh, my friends here, sorry I gotta go. you hollar  into your dates ear.

As what would likely be the dumbest decision you could ever make had your feet moving in his direction. You could almost see the 4th wall breaking and a little blurred out blip of yourself screaming over your shoulder, look at this big bobble headed ass dummy!! Bitch! What the fuck are you doing?

You ignored the blaring red flags and ear ringing sirens going off in your head and proceeded to exit the sea of swaying bodies.

You make your way to the bar where he sits, a conceited grin on his face, that scar on his lip pulling to the side damn near making you forget just how much he was all kinds of wrong.

He stares you down, not a hint of shame in his eye as his enamoured gaze swept from your lips to your chest and down to your hips.

He pulls you into a soul pleasing hug,  chrushing your body against his, nuzzling his nose into your neck and telling you how good you looked. You shuddered, feeling a tattooed hand possessively gripping your ass and squeezeing too tight.

Cmere. Missed you mamas.

He smells all cedery and sweet, probably some expensive shit he stole from someone elses gym bag. Ether way, the scent clouded your judgement with the memories of the damage he could do with just that hand alone.

He'd once clocked a guy so hard he swallowed his own teeth. You remember the way he just couldn't stand it when someone thought they could have what was his. It was brutal. But damn, that look in his eye was everything... fuck.

He apologized for that didn't he?

If memory served, and it did now that he was standing in front of you looking all kinds of tall tan and handsome.

Yeah, he did. With his tongue until you thought your heart would actually stop if he didn't.

Now you were thinking, Was what he did really that bad? It was just uncle Earl. Who didn't even come to your 3rd grade dance recital cause he had the flu.

Your morals had died about two shots ago and what ever self preservation you had left had fucked right off into oblivion.

Now, instead of that nervous ache in your gut telling you he'd hurt you all over again, there was a fire burning. The flames stoked by the thrill of not knowing how this would end up. But you simply didn’t care. As long as tonight, you ended up on underneath him.

Hmm. If that dress was any tighter I might have to actually get a fancy job to buy you more.

Maybe you should just buy a shirt that ain't so fucking tight it's screamin I don't fit you!

Ouch he mocks you, laughing at your terrible dis. You're agitated already. Just what he hoped for.

Hmm. He nods drawing his lower lip under his teeth.

That's too bad.

What's that? You asked leaning to hear him over the music.

It's a shame. He ain't fuckin' you right. I can tell.

'Fuck. Why did he have to say that? Here we fuckin go!'

Excuse me. The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Half yelling, your world tilts a little and suddenly you're aware of the light buzz that seaking up on you.

You need some dick just ask.

Your eyes rolled skyward. His smart ass mouth getting to you more than you expected it too. You were getting ready to tell him exactly how far he could fuck off. But you froze, feeling Tojis eyes still on you like all he was waiting for was even the slightest indication that you were ready.

You don't know shit Toji.

You gonna leave your boyfriend hangin like that? He teases.

You follow his gaze to the guy across the way who was likely realizing your "friend" was stealing you away. Damnit! You didn't mean for that to happen like that.

Sorry, you mouth out with a shrug before turning your attention back to the dark haired man damn near breathing down your neck.

Everything happening was so irrational. You were imagining the taste the cheap beer on his breath. Normally the prickly ale scent would turn your stomach, but now you were about 30 seconds from letting him drag you off into one of these restrooms. Just to get a taste of it off his lips.

What's the matter? Can't decide on which it's not you it's me speeches to give him?

Fuck You! you blurted out fighting the smile coming to you lips.  You think you know every fucking thing, thats your fuckin problem.

His laugh rumbles in his chest. That smile too beautiful to accept coming from such an asshole.

He leans in, placing his hand under your bar stool and pulling it closer. A sly hand slips over your thigh, touching just under the hem of your dress. Please do. He teases, brushing his finger back and forth until your pulse staggered behind your ribs. Tell me how I'm wrong then, mamas.

First of all I ain't fuckin him. You breathed out when you fully intended on yelling it. You assumed wrong. That's not my man.

Yeah? He says with a darker look about his eye, causing a moment of prolonged eye contact. Ok. Guess I stand corrected then.

Guess you do! You agreed, the look you gave telling him everything your body already did.

You ready to go?

You scoff, playing off your immediate will to jump up and down screaming yes.

God you're such a fuckin creep. Does this usually work for you?

I think we're both about to find out.

I can't stand you. Is what you said but you were making your way toward the door with him.

Once you're out of the building his impatient lips descend upon you. Hungrily and breathlessly.

Why don't you get us an uber so we can go to your place. He says lining your collar bone with kisses.

You almost pulled your phone out. But for once you listened to that voice. Stick to the plan. He doesn't know where you live so keep it that way.

You push against his shoulders, you get the uber. And we're going to your place.

I'm banned from Uber he says moving his hips against yours causing you to wrap your legs around him.

God Toji you accidentally moan when he clutches your nipple between his teeth and follows the searing pain with his tongue. He carries you along, kissing and marking your neck and chest as you clung to him.

Fine. Your choice. We're not far anyway.

What does that mean?

His mouth is so good to you, and your overly sensitive body to really question anything. He kisses and nips, leaving you to barely notice the awkward empty hallway he sneaks you into.

Hold it. Let me get the key. He says setting you on your feet. Imagine your surprise when he goes for the padlock in the door.

The fuck is that. You say gasping for air as your eyes struggle to focus. The hell are we??

Toji, are we in a fucking storage unit??

You ask eyes still searching the place.

He cups your face, kissing your lips once again. Shut up. Once I'm fucking you it'll feel like the ritz baby.

He raises the sliding door and the loud ricochet makes you jump as you plucked your lips away from his.

Wait. There's no fucking way Im about to do this. Am I? That's what you said grinding against his palm the moment he shoved his hand between your legs, expertly nudging that answer towards a yes.

Every moment you stood there questioning how low you were setting your standards was a second too long for him. You got away from him and now he needed to show you exactly why you found your self ready to be slutted out in a fucking box.

As soon as your foot crossed into that tin square, he shut the gate behind you. He had a point to make. That much was evident in the way he shoved your skirt up over your ass and dragged your pussy into his face where he inhaled the scent of your arousal.

His nose tickles, making you giggle out loud.

Do that again. -shit makes me want to fuck you till you can't stand pretty slut.

his words registered as a million little tingles in your core. All of which needed to be sought after, one by one until everything wrong about this felt right.

He tears  the lacy thong from you waist. Slipping his fingers through the wetness, he drags a slick path between your folds. Making your soft moans rattle from your chest no matter how hard you tried to quiet them.

Mmmmhmm. I knew you missed me. He groans shoving his digits inside you.

Fuck y/n you're tight. When's the last time you fucked.

Your cheeks burned as you looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you hadn't been with anyone since him.

You'd be able to take me by now if you hadn't left me. He rasped out as if he wasn't damn near busting out of his pants at the chance to eat you six ways to Sunday.

He brings his tongue down gently against your clit at first. Giving soft intenttional flicks meant to test how sensitive you were. You writhed and twisted, shivering away from his tongue, making him force your trembling cunt back to his lips. Sssss-stop fucking runnin' in y/n, I need you dripping if I'm gonna fit Mamas.

You did more than just drip. You came down in torrents. You were elated, manipulated by satisfaction blooming in those those impossibly emerld eyes. His fingers working madly against the tight wet womb seizing up around them.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. It was so much robbing you of your sanity, so many sensations overwhelming you. The slurp. The smacks.  His middle and index fingers pulsing in and out. His tongue tending to that aching clit. A pleasurable heat swelling and releasing, over and over again.

Every climax up until now has sent so much satisfaction through you that every muscle in your body is wrought with exhaustion. But he doesn't care that you can't move.

He lays you on the cot in the corner. Making you side eye him a moment before. Damn. This was the the most outlandish shit you'd ever done. But shit. Toji looked so fucking good it hurt. His shirt comes over his head and those jeans come off.

He gives himself a few preparory strokes before smacking that heavy cock head against your clit, laughing as you jolted again and again and cried out for him to finally fuck you.

He arches, guiding himself inside, your swollen cunt pulsing and pulling him in. The slow descent into your gummy wet entrance warrants him the chance to really get to see the way he spreads you.

When he finally bottoms out, youre lustful mewls are echoing out through the hollow metal walls, putting a certain emphasis on the sound of his name erupting from your lips.

Sssss fuck mamas. He stills, tucked deep inside you, his dick jumping at the sound of your voice.

You can't keep this pussy away from me baby. His hips rock steady, fucking you into the sorry excuse for a mattress, loving the way he can fuck you plain stupid. Fuck, I could break you right now y/n.

You were always the prettiest little slut when you took this dick. Baby. Look at you. Why would you ever take this pussy from me Y/n?

The harsh slaps to your tits drags you back into your body. He ruts into you, teasing your clit back and forth, breaking you all over again until you were dripping once more, this time around his cock as he slowed the rock of his hips.

cmere he says flipping you onto your stomach and dragging your hips back. He pushes your shoulders to the bed, and slips his finger around and around the messy display before him.

Sssssss You'll take me back won't you?

Shit. You're ready to say it. But you bite bike your moans. No no no. Do NOT take him back.

Answer me mamas. He grunts out, prodding your puffy wet clit with kisses from his dick.

Let me hear you say it. He taunts, pushing in, pulling out. Pushing in, pulling out.

Fuck you growled fighting tooth and nail not to give in. But fuck, everytime he pushed in, you gushed, every time he pulled out you cried, desperately clenching around nothing.

Fuck Toji. Fuck me please.

His hand burns at the back of your neck. A second later your braids/wig/locks/curls are tangled up with his fingers when he palms the back of your head like a Spalding and snatches your body back against him, leaving nothing between you. Nothing to stop him from making you his all over again.

Tell me I can come back. I can make it all up to you. Baby?

He kisses around your ear, his hand cutting off your air supply just enough to make your head spin outta control from the mind numbing climax creeping up on you. You heard me mamas? I'll do it right now. He brags, hitting your spot.

You hated that it felt different, like your pussy was trying to get used to him all over again. Like you were ready to fall for him and all his bullshit. Consequences be damned. It hurt so good that you cried down your thigh, shaking and whining in perfect pain and pleasure.

Fuck Toji. I swear- nngh I hate your ass so bad.

Na nah nah darling. You don't get it do that. Not when this pussy is gripping my dick the way it is.

His fingers clench handfuls of your flesh and he drags his hips back and forth, every pump shallow but intense. Nudging and nudging and nudging until you were on edge again. 

Fuck he was right. You loved it. You wanted this. You needed this.

You'll always be my pretty lil slut? won't you? I've ruined you, and you like it. Let me hear dat shit mama, say it!!

I- I'm ruined. I'm no fucking good. I'm just your slut Toji, please. Ugh.

I can move all my shit back in?

Yes!

Toji was feral. Using his strength to prop you up and keep fucking you. He could still taste you on his tongue and you were coming so hard he couldn't pull out if he tried.

Shit! You must want me to come in you, don't you mamas?

Yesss. I want your cum. Cum in me please. You cry out as he pinches and tugs at your nipples, his tongue ghosting your ear.

He bucks faster. That's what the fuck I thought.

Your skin claps against his, ensuring anyone in the building most definitely could hear him beating down your slutty walls.

Tell that curly headed JT looking fuck I'll kill him if he calls you again.

Mhhmm. Yes Toji, yess. He could ask you anything right now and the answer would always be yes.

Whoahh! He sputters spurting his release against your swollen cervix. Satisfied, he pulls out leaving you empty and aching. Just a dumb fucked out bimbo with her ass out as he gleamed at the lewd display.

He slips his thumb over your clit, catching the bit that leakes out of you. Ah ah, don't waste any, he says shoving it back inside. Let's go. You gotta eat at least 3 plan bs for how much you just sucked outta me.

Ok you manage to whimper, lying flat, wincing as your walls contracted and the pain set in.

You lie there spent, officially dicked stupid.

Hey mamas, lemme ask you something.

What Toji?

Can I hook my ps5 up to the big tv?

Listen. I know he didn't fuck us in a box per a literal sense but hey. This was fun. What do you think?

[honeeslust]

Shigaraki | greedy

This is a little rushed but I rewatched that last fight of Mha and well… you know how I do lol

You hopped off of Shigaraki’s bike, panting as your heart raced like a motor in your chest. You bent over putting hands on your knees while you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe that you had just gotten away with him.

As you sucked in a deep breath of air, Shigaraki was at your side. You ok, Angel?

I’m fine, you stood and smiled at the ground instead of him and he noticed.

Why do you always do that?

Do what you sighed, looking off to the side. still coming down from the pure adrenaline rush you had just experienced. He lifted your face so that you could look up at him. The gesture put even more on edge than you already were. Being so close to him made you feel vulnerable, like there was nothing you could ever hide from him. Nor would you have to.

You always look away, afraid I might actually see you?

You couldn’t say anything. The truth was that you did this because you couldn’t handle the way he looked at you, it was like he was looking into you.

You don’t have to hide from me.

This was bad. He was wearing you down and he knew it. Shigaraki had always wanted you for himself, and now, you considered whether it would be so bad to let him.

He wasn’t who you were supposed to like. He was intimidating but exciting. He was dangerous, but somehow you always felt safe with him. And in a way, he always seemed to be daring you. To do what? That part you couldn't quite figure out. So maybe that's why this time you didn't pull away from him when he planted himself firmly in your space.

All you had ever known was how to people please. So when he came along and showed you how good it could feel to be selfish, you rushed toward the fire like a moth.

You stood there questioning everything, how would this even work? what would he think of you after?

The longer you looked into his eyes the more he sensed your hesitation. That's when he leaned in and brushed his gloved finger over your bottom lip.

Do you remember what I told you? He said looking at you with those scorching red eyes. If you want something, you take it.

After the way life had gone for you, you could appreciate how simple he made things. Why shouldn't you get to do what makes you feel good?

You touched his arm as he held your face. What if — it’s someone I want.

Finally speaking the words had your panicked heart hammering your chest. Never could you see yourself being so bold. But the rush you felt was because of him. He was daring you to be free.

You shouldn't think so much. He said removing his mask and revealing the countless striatic like scars across his face. You reached up and trailed your fingers along the linear markings. This time, you weren't going to turn away.

You're right. I shouldn't

You felt every lingering moment as you stared into his crimson eyes. You felt his hand skim down the side of your face, your arm, your hip—

And then you kissed him, deeply. The taste if his lips as he gladly drew your body to his had you ready to give him that taste he’d always wanted to desperately. You liked the way his tongue swirled around yours as he tilted his head into the kiss. You could feel how badly and how long he had needed you from the way he grabbed you tight and held you close.

You bite down hard on his lip, making him grab you by the throat and groan. Ow, he smirked, wiping the blood from his lip. He forced you to the wall behind, pinning you as he began to sucking all over your neck and chest leaving hickies everywhere.

As he happily marked your soft skin, you felt how much his roughness had excited you. A pool of warmth grew between your legs making you push your hips toward him inviting him in with your body.

Fuck me. You half moaned, hooking your leg around him.

Shigaraki pulled away and looked into your desperate eyes, surprised to actually here you say it. His wide eyes stared back at you, awaiting your invitation. You panted heavily, so hopped up on adrenaline and lust and nodded to him.

He couldn’t believe that you were finally giving in. He slipped his hand down between your legs and pushed them right against the slick area in your panties.

So wet from a kiss. Shigaraki teased rubbing his fingers along your clothed slit. He worked them back and forth making you moan. Fuck you’re so sensitive, he grinned toying with you some more.

You moved your hips toward him silently begging him for more of his touch. You wanted him to fuck you but this— no other man that had ever touched you had made it feel like this. You felt yourself growing wetter as he worked his fingers in fast tight circles. Every little stroke made you arch and writhe until you were coming hard and soaking your panties even more.

His mouth captured your moans as he let up some of the pressure. Your eyes shot open wild and burning from how good it felt to come on the same fingers that could so easily kill you if he chose. Before you could even stop spasming he was at your clit again, teasing that button, and automatically your thighs tried to squeeze shut.

Your poor underserved kitty was too sensitive to take anymore. But he leaned in and sucked on your neck again. Don't hide from me, keep these legs open for me.

You tensed ready to detonate again when he whispered, be greedy Angel,he spoke low and slow working your pussy with such skilled hands need you to come for me.

The tightening in your core made your eyes roll back and you wept as the drool slipped past your trembling lip. Your body went limp and he held your weight as you shook from head to toe.

Shigaraki laughed, making you blush.

When your breath finally settled, you stood and straightened your dress. You shoved past him and walked back over to his bike. When you stopped and looked over your shoulder, it was your turn to laugh at him as he stood there completely confused.

You smiled and tapped the seat of the bike.

Let’s go. I asked you to fuck me, and as good as that was, I’m gunna need more than that.”

From the sblood room 🩸

[honeeslust]

Can we play a game?

🖤Gentle giants hung like pornstars that cry out like a puppy when you carve out the shape of his tip with your tongue.😝

🖤 here are my 3...

Rengoku

He's not afraid to moan for you. But imagine the first time you edge him. He shocked by the way he sounds crying out for more. Hes standing so tall, thick rosy veins throbbing against the tickle of your fingers. Its hard not to climb atop that ripened cock. Especially as it sits so pretty.dripping like it needed to be mounted expeditiously.

Broly

😮‍💨I'm going into the archives for this one…

What's understood don't need to be explained, but what I wanna add is that he's full on switching!! If he isn't guts deep, crawling the bed to keep fucking you even as he's coming… then he's sittin pretty in your bed. Handcuffed to your headboard while you straddle him. Teasing him over and over only to sit halfway and leave him shaking so hard he eventually breaks the headboard to get at that 🐱 👌🏾🫠

Choso

Let's be completely honest. Any touch from you is enough to get him bricked up. He's so touch starved he doesn't know what to do with himself. I can just about hear how hard he whimpers when your pinching those pierced rose bud nipples and His body all twitchy and glisteny for you. You can edge him until hes releasing the most gut wrenching. Awe inspiring. Shudder inducing. Toe curling. Mouth watering. Soul pleasing. Sensuous sounding whimpers you've ever heard. 😫😝

Share your top 3 please.. No pressure though ☺️And go….

@arlerts-angel @ryomens-vixen @blkkizzat @bakubunny @biscuitsngravie @littlemochabunni @i-literally-cant-with-this @residentfromnowhere @crescentmoontsuki

[honeeslust]

Kento who just knows …

Kento who knows how you're just aching for someone to submit to.

Kento who knows exactly how to feed that need you have to be devoured. .

Kento who has you leaning over his desk, posing your body for his eyes that you can almost feel cruising your figure with that dark predatorial look in his eye.

… You’ll welcome every blow as he pumps you full to the brim, the exactness of every thrust will almost be too perfect to handle. You’ll be lost in the rhythmic tempo of his hips rutting into you from behind.

…You’ll be sucking your thumb feeling your pussy dripping down your thighs as his cock spreads you out so perfectly.

Kento whose soft grunts would bathe your skin with warmth.

Kento whose hands are so strong and so tight around your waist, controlling the momentum and making you whimper his name.

Kento who tells you how good you feel when the way your softness stroked his grateful cock.

Kento who fucks you so hard that you feel the kinetic energy he propells though you by activating his technique.

Kento who doesn't care about the lewd sounds echoing through his classroom threatening to get you caught at any moment. You can only focus on the adrenaline that makes you shake as the oxytocin clouds your mind with static.

Kento who tells you, “You’re so close baby, just keep bouncing that ass—ssssss just like that.”

…To which you’ll whimper to him “Fu-uu—uck professor Nanamin, I’m coming, I’m co-”

Kento who rudely clasps his hand over your mouth, “shhhhh” he shudders, tucking his head into your neck, shooting his thick seed all into you.

Kento who holds you there until you come back down to earth and your muscles begin to relax.

Kento who pushes your chest to the smooth finished wood, forcing that perfect arch so he can spread you out and see the way your swollen pussy glistened with his cum.

From the honey pot 🍯

[honeeslust]

Katsuki Bakugo | Pro Lover

🖤 WC a little under 2k

🖤 AGED UP‼️

🖤 I'm thinking about an inexperienced Bakugo whose hung to the gods but never learned how to properly use that deadly cock and so you decide to teach him...

Its like you're in grade school all over again. Him, picking apart everything you do just to have an excuse to talk to you. You'd call him a childish loudmouth to his face and one of the hottest partners you've ever had behind his back.

And what you couldn't know was that behind every insult was a need. A need for you, your and your smart mouth, your touch, your kisses, your everything. Every night, this mounting frustration would have Katsuki tugging at his engorged length to the thought you you on top of him.

He thought you were sexy as hell whenever you would manage to take him down. He loved it so much that he'd live in that memory of sparring with you. Plush thighs around neck, squeezing until he tapped. He closes his eyes, recalling your pretty face as he strokes away the tension until his tight abs were decorated with thick ropes of cum as he called out your name.

The more you carried on like this, the more frustrated you yourself became. Always wanting to punch him his dumb face when he mocked you and then wanting to kiss him when ever you'd catch him eyeing you from across the room.

Fast forward to the end of the ever so epic will they won't they bs and everything comes to a head. More than enough harsh words about why you both couldn't give less of a fuck about the other are exchanged before you slapped the shit out him. Your body trembles, the fire burning in your veins for him making you want to lash out in a different way. Whether he saw it in your eyes or he himself just needed a reason, —any reason at all to act on the feelings for you that he had stifled for so long, it didn’t matter. Either way, it was maddening and you were too irresistible to keep pushing away.

Not a moment after your hand makes contact with the hardened jaw, your foul mouth is met with his own. An agile move to restrain you, he claims your wrist, arresting them behind you and pulling your small frame to his immense one. His perfect lips meet yours and his tongue pushes its way inside. A second of thought is all you can manage before you're own is entangled with his and fighting for dominance.

You thought of every time he pinned you with his rough and calloused hands, his powerful grip keeping you from breaking free until you yielded to him. But this time, you weren't fighting to get free, instead your chest was heaving against his broad and impeccably swollen one. Your racing pulse mirrored by his as you both pour every ounce of frustration into the hot and heavy lip lock.

His tongue is immaculate, slipping against yours like he savors the taste of you. Your teeth clamping down on his lower lip exacts an unexpected whimper from his blissful lips into your mouth. His grip on your wrists release and smoldering hands begin to explore the unknown terrain that is your body. You're instantly weak in the knees for the way he possessively palms your ass like it had been his to claim all along. Impatient to feel more of him, you pry yourself away from the hungry kiss, licking the taste of his mouth from your lip as you reach for the hem of your shirt.

Katsuki can't hide his excitement when you strip from your top and eagerly assist him in peeling your body out of your tight shorts. When he comes out of his muscle tee, your teeth cut into your lip at the sight of him, every tight muscle, glistening with his sweat and dying to be licked. A delicate placed tongue to his neck has him making that same sweet sound, and then again when the slippery appendage rounds his ear.

He's burning red, never having made that sound before and what's worse is he liked it.

His hands find your face to pull you back into a kiss, afraid he would make more of those pathetic sounds. Too bad for him, you like the way the hot headed menace succumbed your touch. It was power you planned on yielding over him to the fullest.

Pushing him to the wall, You kiss him on his neck, blowing softly over the wet trail you left behind, your fingertips ghosting the inside of his arm. Your slow and methodic touch so torturous that he can't help but fall slack jawed calling out your name as if to question why your touch left him this powerless.

Needing to overcome what you were doing to him, he moved, forcing your body to the bench behind you so he could return the favor. As he lay you there, his lips placed heady, feverish kisses down the side of your neck and chest until a skillful tongue flitted around your nipple, forcing your body to arch in pleasure.

Impatient, you grab for his waistband, inviting him to skip the pleasantries of foreplay. You wanted him now. The shorts and boxers would come off and his endowment would make you clench instinctively as if your nana was reaching out for him. He towers over your body, that heart shaped spear throbbing and taunting you as he hovers over your entrance, spreading the slick between your labia. With gleaming eyes, that first little push has your toes curling and your hands flying to his abs, almost asking him to ease up a little.

His smug expressions turns to one of ecstasy as he plunges deeper, not giving you a chance to welcome him. Again he's almost crying, loving the way your walls strangle his dick as he starts to move.

He takes off, pumping you full of him, fucking up your tender cervix. Again, your hands fly to his stomach, forcing him back to give your poor little cunt some relief. He stops immediately, flushed so red as he asks if your ok. - to which you panted hunni, take your time, where the hell are you going so fucking fast?

Giving you a shy and confused look he tries to save face. Too big for ya' he laughs half heartedly worrying that he blew his chance. You smile, telling him it's ok while pressing a small kiss to his lips. Lucky for him, you're patient. Too many people let good dick go to waste, being to proud to teach. Your smirk was met with his infamous scowl. Not my fault you're so tight. To which you interrupted him. Says the fucker who couldn't stop whining a minute ago. Just shut up and and listen.  You can follow instructions right? Dangling a delicate ankle before him your tell him, take my leg. He glares at you but obliges. Kiss it. He does, dotting little pecs to your inner calf making it tickle. Like you mean it, Katsuki. He obeys, sucking softly, nipping here and there, before placing it over his shoulder. He grips harder, earning your soft moan of approval. Yea just like that.

An audible sigh leaves his lips as he feels the little fluctuations between your legs. There you go, now move, move—ahh, slow, just like that. Good boy. Your praise makes him weak in the knee and he squeezes your thighs, pumping slow, muttering how good you feel. I know you say slyly as he continues. Mmm-hmm, keep that pace, just like that you whisper to him spreading your legs to welcome his movement. It was such a pretty picture, him disappearing inside as the whites of his eyes glittered, looking down at you like he had found a little piece of heaven inside you.

His rythym sets in, much to your satisfaction, eyes softening on his crimson ones, the definition of every muscle leading down to his sex rippling with each pulse. How do I feel? You say encouraging him. At first he can't even answer, he only bites his lip, he grabs a handful of your waist needing to tether himself to some sense of control. Feels like, your pulling, ahhh, pulling me in. Mmmhh.

Ahh yea?? you say as your eyes start to roll. What else?

You're soaked, mmmm, sss so- so wet baby. So goddamn tight.

Yea, you say digging new grooves into the enameled wood beneath you. He fights to hold on as long as he can. Powerful callused hands squeeze your waist as he rocks a little faster, finally finding the motion he needs to get you wet enough to take the way he was about to murder that pussy.

A sweet smile parts your lips just as you were ready to taunt him, but he bucks, fucking you harder, your body bouncing with his thrust. The vice his powerful hands have you in make it hard for you to hold back your pleasures moans. This hold keeps you  steady so he can fuck you deeper. He's aiming to please now, willful thrusts meant to make you feel how much he'd held back from you, how much you drove him crazy just by existing.

Lustful eyes meet yours once again, a hint of desperation behind them earning a tight clench from you. Feeling the friction stroking at his ever hardening cock, he drills into you. It still hurts but you take it all, the gummy warming of your walls meeting his rigidity so perfectly that you welcome every blow. Now it was your turn to whimper for him as he kissed that sweet spot inside. Yyuhh- mmm- yer, gunna make me come. He would already know it, the tight grip of you was proving to be to much. God you're fuckin perfect he hisses through clenched teeth. Your arch, a spur of your wetness making the most illicit sounds as he continued his onslaught of blows until he had to force himself to pull back. Ohhh fuck, He grunts, shooting his hot and sticky essence on to your stomach.

When the world stands still again, your eyes lock onto his, Leaning over you, his scarlet eyes almost glowing with satiation, he kisses you. It's slow, it's warm, it's mesmerizing. He smirks hands clamping down on your thighs and giving you butterflies in your stomach. Maybe you can teach me something after all.

From the honey pot 🍯

[honeeslust]

Choso Kamo | Screen Time

🖤 After months of this just being an idea and then a few more that I spent plotting how to make all the concepts fit together and lastly me trying my best to make it a little dark but still sweet at the same time because its Choso and he's so babygirl😌 😩. Bare with me. I got a bit long winded at the end and was running out of dialogue on the readers end 😬.

Anyway...

Im glad I ain't give up on this one.

Here goes....

🖤 WC 3k+

🖤 songs on repeat when writing…

Screen time Max Millz.

Body say Demi Lovato. (Don't judge me)

The offering. Sleep Token.

High Water Sleep Token(particularly because the drums around 3:25. it builds.. ya know 😮‍💨👌🏾 ... )

Pov: A pretty brown skin girl is sitting in her bed. Freshly showered and effectively dosed with a tall glass of wine.  Her favorite pillow is tucked between her legs while she plays a game on her switch. Her phones somewhere over on the nightstand charging. So her boyfriend isn't privy to the  glow currently spreading across her cheeks when he begs her...

Show me...

What?

Of coarse you heard him. But something about that deep monotonous tone bellowing into your ears has your brain tripping over itself.

I wanna see em'. Face time me.

Tsk!!Choso, nooo. Im on the last level... and besides. I'm already in my bonnet.

Bae you for real? C'mon. Like I care... now lemmie see you. His voice gets all deep and smokey sounding. Forcing you to pause your game as those damn butterflies started up their familiar dance in the depths of your stomach.

Fine.  You say reaching for your phone. You tap the icon above his picture, and moments later, there he is. Eyes smoldering through the messy tendrils of hair fringing his face.

Alright pretty girl. Lemmie see em'

Meanwhile...

Fuuuck! I need this girl.

That's all that Choso can think right now as he stares at his phone admiring the view. A slight chuckle escapes his lips even though he didn't think it looked funny. He only thought it  was cute because your normally fluffy hair was now confined to the polka dotted satin bag, giving the top of your head a funny shape.

Baby, c'mon...Put the bonnet thingy back on. You look cute in it. I like it... you look like one of the toad things from Mario.

Boy stop. You get on my nerves Choso.

I know...He says boldly as if he were proud of himself. Put it back on... pleeease!

Ugh, fine!! You tugged your bonnet on to your head feigning annoyance. To get back at him, you set your phone down leaving it to stare up at the ceiling.

Nah! Get off that game. Cmon and show me. He blares when he hears that you've switched your game back on.

He begs unnshamedly until you finally set up your phone and bring your body into view. Showing off the tight top and booty shorts that hugged the curves of your body. Your nipples poke through the thin ribbed fabric, making his mouth water after thr sight. The little buds would gently bounce underneath, moving with the shy laughter rattling in your chest as he gasses you up.

You need that one in every color.

Stop teasing Cho.

I'm not... Make sure you pack those when you come and visit me. I wanna see you in it up close....

Mmhmm. Sure Choso. But only if you make it worth my while. It's your turn. Show me somethin cutie.

Nah. These sweats are nothing special. You've seen me in them before.

I don't care...Thats not what I'll be looking at no way. Cmon Big head. Don't get all shy on me now.

He pretends to think about it before shaking his head. Nope.

Nuh-uh! Thats not fair!

Bae, what's not fair is you being so damned far away. I feel like I'm going fuckin mental over here. He sighs, visibly exasperated, he pushes his hair away from his face just for it to fall over his eyes again.

Exactly!! You exclaim looking into the camera. C'mon Cho.... Show me what I'm missing.

He relents, shaking his head over the full lipped pout you were giving him. He raises his phone and pans the camera down to show off all the prominent muscles as they flexed along his torso. He knew what you liked to see.

Ooh. You beamed, your face lighting up at the camera as you settled into a cozy spot in bed, ready to spend this night just like every other... laid up talking til the sun comes up.

…

As a vampire who never slept. He'd spend the daylight hours restricted to the confines of his home. And as a drummer. His nights were often spent playing bars and headlining secret shows, leaving those sleepless days wide open to sit around pining for the pretty girl who stole his heart.

The opposing schedules meant most nights were the same. Him just listening on the other end of the call,  many times staying long after you'd fallen asleep.  Rather than saying goodbye, you'd just nod off after a long comfortable silence.

Choso never complains about it though. Something about you sleeping was so gratifying. If he closed his eyes, your soft sighs would hum to him. Sobering yet siren-like. Momentarily easing the agony of the unbearable distance.

…

Tonight was no different. Eventually your sentences are shortened to half yawns and low sounding moans, your eyes lowerin, glittering with tired tears. He smiles to himself, knowing it wouldn't be long now before you drifted off.

He relaxes against the pillows. His half naked body buzzing as it always does at this hour. It's those steady breaths from you coming through his headphones and him visualizing the skimpy pink pajamas you wore stained with your blood when suddenly a soft thumping in his ears interrupts his daydream.

He glances at the screen and it's only a moment or two before he realizes what's happened.  You had to have been exhausted, given that the phone somehow ended up underneath you and you hadn't budged to correct it.

At first he calls your name a few times hoping to laugh about it with you, but then... he really listens.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

He perceives each and every pulsation with eager ears, obsessively committing the rhythm to memory. Without thinking, his hand begins to wander along his body, a whisper of your name threatening to escape the place it hung on the tip of his tongue. He slips his hand underneath the waist band, intending to do something about the intense straining happening there. A half moan erupts from his lips when he flinches from his own touch, his dick so swollen and tender that it aches.

He makes out every little impulse coming through his headphones. Now spreading the sappy pre-cum around himself and dragging it down along the shaft. Your heart thumps unsteadily, making his erection lurch responsively within his grip. His hips buck lightly off the mattress. Soft whimpers beginning escape through his clenched teeth while he fucks himself against his grip.

He swallows his whines, hoping his pathetic sounds won't wake you. But he's unable to stop. He draws his lip under his teeth, stifling his slutty cries as he edges himself to you. Pacing in time with the barely audible surging of blood from within your chest. He keeps up until his toes are curling and thick ropes of cum are stroked out over his stomach.

…

From then on, he went on thinking he was losing his mind. Day by day, he grew a little more infatuated with the girl that was stuck in his screen. He drove himself crazy obsessing over what it would feel like to lay his head against your chest and feel the motion of it bumping against his ear. He was so desperate to hear it again that he found himself behind his drum set, replicating the cadence that was set within your chest.

The night comes when he finally gets the chance to see you in person. And from the moment he spotted you in the crowd, he couldn't take his eyes off you. You sang and danced in the front row, like you were a mirage made manifest from his crazy obsessive fixation.

For so long you were only a bundle of pixels trapped in his phone that you started to feel like a dream...Your lips. Always un-kissable. Your body so agonizingly unreachable and the hold you had over him completely unshakable.

The set ends and he rushes off stage to find you. He downs a handful of drinks, listening to you struggle to talk over the music. He's barely feeling any of the alcohols affects but since you've indulged in a few yourself, you've come out your shell a little. He can tell how the fruity drinks are affecting your inhibitions as you stand and face him, a look of determination on your face.

Dance with me.

He lets you drag him onto the dance floor. He touches with slow hands, pulling until you were nestled perfectly against him. Once you were writhing in his grasp, letting you go was not an option. He welcomes the weight of your body against him, pulling your hips closer until your ass was crushed against his lap. The song is a fast one,  but steady tantric movements of your hips stir in tandem with the inner beat.

Holding you this way allows him to take his first real breath of you and suddenly the rest of the world falls away. He draws you closer, his arm resting heavy and possessively over your chest. Your intoxicating scent permeating his senses and altering his state of mind. His fingertips embark on a journey along the length of your body... Pursuing the hills and valleys of your curves till they met bare skin.

Your bodys response was immediate and electric.  Causing your odd little heart to misbehave, tempting him to taste you right where you stood.. Your body moves like art against him, afflicting his ability to remain in control.

He dips his head into the curve of your neck and presses his lips to your exposed skin, eliciting a sharp quiver to trail the length of your spine. Sly fingers gently began to toy with your nipples through your dress as he snuck a tiny nip at the crest of your shoulder, resulting in a feint lapse in the rhythm he had become completely spellbounded by.

You turn to face him, emboldened in your elated state. You step up on your toes to whisper in his ear that you were ready to go. He was almost too hopped up on the high you gave him to let you go, but he takes your hand in his and leads you away.

…

The car ride did you no favors and once you got back to his place, you were embarrassed to admit the alcohol had caught up to you. But he offers aspirin and water and invites you to his studio to put your feet up for a bit.

He helps you relieve yourself of your shoes, adorning you with sudden lengthy stares as he commits every aspect of you to memory.

Now that you were off your feet and you've hydrated. He could tell the alcohol was slowly wearing off. Your eyes shut as though you were lost in the music... Lying with your legs resting across his lap while you listened to some of his songs.

His hands begin caressing the soles of your feet. rubbing in tight circles, unwinding you knot by knot. He gives the right spot a firm squeeze, earning a moan that broke into a squealas his fingers trail a line along the inside of your foot. You giggle, nudging his crotch with your toes. Cho... that tickles.

What? ...This?? He mocks, letting his fingers continue their steady path up the inside of your calf. It's there that he stops to thrum out a little beat.

You laughed weakly wrestling your leg away from him. You and that drumming thing you do... it's cute.

He hadn't really realized he was doing it... but his favorite part of percussion was blaring through the speakers and bouncing perfectly off the soundproof walls. That which...unbeknownst to you was basically a musical rendition of your ekg.

How would you respond if you knew how obsessed he'd become with getting to this very moment?

You sit up, eyes still low from the lingering buzz. Giving him a look like something was on your mind.

I like this one...

He looks to you, his pale features blooming with color when he speaks. What would you say if...I told you this was you?

What do you mean?

You'll think I'm crazy if I try and explain it. Choso stares down at his hands now atop your thighs. It's ... Hard to put it into words...

Your expression brightens when you speak, helping to ease his nerves. Aww. Cho look at you blushing. You gotta tell me now. Cmon...pleease.

He's breaking apart at the seams, falling for everything about you. Your pulse stammers away in your excited state. And he's fixated, there's and aching his jaw, a sharpness ready to break through, when he bites his tongue, managing his control as best he can, all while continually rapping lightly over the little scar on your thigh.

It's you...

What?? You asked those endearing wide eyes affecting him in more ways than you knew.

This... he says gesturing to the sounds surrounding you. I memorized it. He utters astutely aware of the way your skin was smoldering beneath his finger tips.

Your eyes widen toward him and a certain melanated crimson warms your features under his gaze. Baby...you can hear that?

It's my favorite headache

You come closer but your heart stutters. Your favorite huh?

Mmhmm. My favorite. He repeats lowly and honeyed.

Let me see... You say extending your hand to him. You take his hand and place upon your chest... Now...you can feel it too.

His ghostly complexion reddens with desire. Your proximity is so mouthwatering that it alters him from each moment to the next. Your pulse yammers away under his palm causing the cascade of events currently taking place within him.

Abysmally deep wine colored eyes are suddenly overcast in a blood soaked tinge. A hungered gaze rests upon you… Riiight on the little spot just above your collar bone that was jumping frantically as your pulse quickened.

He wants you, more than he's ever wanted anything in his lengthy existence.

Its you. Its the blood. It's the touch. Its the way your lips are mere inches from his, impairing his ability to keep a humanly composure.

Just a taste y/n...please? he begs in a voice just barely rasping above a whisper.

His hand pushes up to your throat, wresting you closer to him so he can press his lips to your skin. You smell so good... I could just bite you right now. Bae...You just don't know...

The answer to his plea comes with your lips crashing into his.  He can hear the air escaping your lungs and feel the heavy thudding of your carotid jumping underneath his palm.

Slow movements of your tongue lap against his, and your head tilts to deepen the kiss. He feels your hand brushing over the stiff region under his jeans, and gasps into your mouth.

God your mouth... nectarous and your tongue artful. Drawing slick little circles around his own...Rousing a heady crescendo that builds in almost perfect timing with the music still playing in the background.

You clamor your way into his lap, feeding his appetite to feel you everywhere all at once. You shove him against the back of the couch as you settle neatly into his lap.

He tears your body free of your clothes, and buries his face in your chest. He drowns himself in your body heat, drawing a nipple between his teeth to tease and prod while pinching the other between his fingers.

Ahh. you cried curling your fingers into his hair giving his mouth free rein across your chest. His hips buck between your legs to let you grind into the opposing friction. Your rapid breaths aren't enough to drown out the soft wet gush coming from the place between your thighs. Your body responds so pleasingly to his touch and its causing the burning within him to deepen. He breathes you in deeper, his hands dipping between your legs to press into the wet imprint there. The slick feeling on his fingers has him unable to hold back now that he finally has you for himself.

The next moment he's ripping down his zipper and freeing himself with one hand and using it to drag his thickness through your leaky arousal. He coats your folds with the heady slick before pressing himself inside. Your walls cinch up, ensnaring him one mere inch at a time, until your nails are digging craters into his skin and you’re stretched tight around him.

Cho... That's so fucking deeeep! You wail half flinching.

Mmhmm.... I waited so long for you bae. He mutters into your skin finding it impossible to be gentle. His nose trails down the side of your neck, roughly bunting his cock into you. I need to taste you bae... Its all I think about. Please... Say yes.

Weakly, you finally nod, churning your hips against him when his fingers thread themselves into your hair. He yanks, roughly revealing the awaiting spot on your neck currently pulsing out of control. The sharp edged incisors erupt from their confines, ready to taste. Shh... I promise...It only hurts at first. He breathes only granting you a second to prepare for the sting that follows.

He sinks his teeth in deep, indulging without restraint. His bite is burning now as more of your essence slicks down his throat, inherently feeding the latent beast within him.

His movements grow harsh and erratic. Soft grunts rattle against your throat as the oncoming climax has your core bearing down around him and the elixir sweetens on his tongue. Your breaths are coming shallow and your strangled moans are dying as the rythym in your chest slows.

Choso acts swiftly. Releasing his teeth from you to bite into his wrist. He brings the hot liquid spilling from his veins onto your lips.

Drink, you'll be okay baby.

You obey, merely sipping at first...,Still lazily grinding yourself into his lap. The blood runs slower from your wound as it heals over and your body lingers on edge. He takes over, guiding your hips back and forth, holding so tight his fingers bruised your skin. He can feel the spongey center of your womb, tensing as he continued kissing that spot as repeatedly and as steadily as you needed it.

Cho... I.... Its too... You ramble on clutching him tighter as your climax left the words halted in your chest.

Fuuuck... don't wanna break you bae... but I need more. He moans out before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You scream his name in surprise and tremble in pain. Crying tears from your eyes and pussy.

He can't let himself hurt you, but you're too fucking good to let go of. You cling to him, gasping loud and ragged versions of his name, grinding down against his cock until your insides squinched and trembled.  The soppy elixir of the combined wetness  makes a mess of his lap.

This time he stops short of you passing out and finds what humanity he can tether himself to and regains control of his senses. He nips his finger to expel more of his blood. You suck it between your lips allowing the droplets to coat your tongue.

He lays your body against his couch. Eagerly searching for a taste of you before the spasms between your legs had even stopped.He kisses along your inner thigh, his fingers withdrawing from your lips to toy with your nipples. He pinches harshly, peppering your clit with concise movements of his tongue until the swollen bit vibrated.

He was leaking his own release as he tasted yours dripping down on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, teasing that little knot until it hardens under his tongue and another mind splitting release had you pulling on his pigtails.

He arises from between your legs, panting as he licked up the messy trail of blood that had spilled down your body. The tickle of his tongue slowly brings you back to life.

You'll let me have more... wont you baby. ???

You pant to him as he claims his place between your legs, and slides himself back with a sharp grunt when the new angle had you strangling his cock in a completely different way.

You're ok right? he mouths against your lips before kissing you. Blood and saliva mix between his lips and yours. He slides away and pushes back again,  fucking you stupid, cutting out a perfect metronome with his hips meeting yours to the soundtrack of you own making. A soft smack sounds as his mouth separates from yours, leaving them bruised.

Yesss, God you feel so good. Bae. Mmm please come for me, he moans out feeling his body shake as he was ready to let go with you. He finally loses his rhythm. His thrusts become shallower, dragging our your climax until your nails cut into his back. Fuuuck Cho—.

Bae.. its so good I cant stop. You can keep taking me right??

Something about the half dazed look in your eye makes it hard not to keep after you. He could feel it again...

Even as your body tries to give out. He can't stop himself. Not until he could fill you up, again and again until smell his scent lingered on you. If he could procreate, you would've been pregnant for sure.

He lost count of how many times he fucked you. Right now all that mattered was this.

Thump-thump Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Choso... you ask lazily running your fingers through his hair while his head rests against your chest. You could've told me ya know. I don't care that you're a vampire.

Endings kill me.😩

[honeeslust]

Armin

Jus a lil imagine for this pretty lil thang right here. 😮‍💨

Mmm. Imagine those ocean eyes peering at you in desperation. His body twitching as your fingers toy with the blushing heart shaped tip just begging for your attention. You’ve edged him for what 5 minutes? Ten? Who knows. One pleasurable moment bleeds seamlessly right into the next. Your constant and deliberate strokes up and down continuing to build the heat within him, until he would nearly spill over. So good he breathes tugging against his tether to the headboard and arching from the mattress in a desperate attempt to fuck himself with your hand. Pretty boy. You know better. Sit still for me. Your dick is so pretty like this. I wanna enjoy it. To which he weakly responds. Okay. Okay. Ill be good. Ill be so good. Behave and i promise to reward you. You taunt, beginning again by ghosting the sensitive area along his pelvis with your nails. He sucks in air between his teeth, moans growing raspier as his body reacts to your touch. So good Armin you praise, stroking him slowly, your wrist flicking with a tight twist when you’d reach the top. You do it again and again, greedily savoring the pathetic look in his eye while every muscle in his body tenses, poised for his release. Thats it. So close baby. Yes so close please. I need it. Please !!he whines with tears glittering his eyes. Such manners sweet face. You say smiling from your place between his legs. To this his stomach caves, his sputtered breathes are erupting from his chest in rapid succession with his pleas. Good boys get rewarded. don’t they? He nods, so delirious that the pre-nut-bliss clouds his vision. So desperate to do and say exactly as you want him to. So hard in your hands that he could melt right then and there. You wanna come for me? You ask, eyeing his writhing form, slick with sweat, mouth agape crying out to you. Please. I wanna come for you. To this, your heart swells, and your cunt clenches as you jerk your hand along his length. Come for me then pretty boy. At your command. his cum fountains out over your pretty little hands. Mmhm. Such a good boy Armin. You say tugging at the base if his balls, more and more of his cum leaking out until theres nothing left. 😌

[honeeslust]

Kento Nanami | the 7:3 Sorcerer pt. 1

🖤 Someone once said he didnt seem like the type to be rough with you because he'd never want to hurt you and I agree…. To an extent!! Let's go…

🖤 I'm thinking of Nanami who doesn't look like the the type to be a ruthless fuck. But what would happen when he finally showed you that he is fully capable of surprising you and himself.

🖤 WC 2k+

The love you made always sensual and romantic. By far the best you'd ever had. But there was a certain darkness to him. You'd seen it plenty of times as you often found yourselves in dangerous predicaments due to his line of work. It started feel like an unspoken desire between you both. You, wanting him to let out every frustration and all of the anger he kept inside. Him knowing how much you wanted to submit to him.

But ever the knight he was, wanting to protect you, even from himself. Always refraining from getting carried away because he would never be able to forgive himself if he did.

You would have no choice but to take the matter in your own hands. You would know him better than anyone else and all he would need is the encouragement. So...

You would spend the entire day teasing him, dressing in front of him, rolling your tights up your legs slowly. Strutting around in your cute little matching brassier and garter, feeling his eyes on you after you brushed by him leaving your sweet smelling perfume mingled with your pheromones wofting about to rouse him.

Kento would look so dreamy with his messy hair and bare chest on display. He would tug at a newly formed bulge straining against his pajama bottoms that hung low on his waist, showing off those tight little dimples at his lower back, that V shape in the front inviting you to have a seat atop his perfect form.

A powerful hand adorned with tight veins resembling the lines on a road map were reaching after you. " Cmere, you smell so pretty," he says As you let him wrap you up in his arms.

" you look stunning my love." You melt under his praises, adoring how he always made you feel so loved and cherished.

Hating that you would have to break up this loving display of affection, you summon the strength to do it anyway. " I have an early start today baby, and I gotta hurry." his endearing smile would touch the rugged creases around his eyes, them being the only thing about him that showed he was older. The man aged like fine wine and you were already being swept up in his warm and charming self. You would hate the way you were leaving him so painfully engorged as you untucked yourself from his arms.

As much as it would pain him to watch you walking away from him when he very much needed you, he wouldn't dare risk you having to rush into work.

You met him downstairs, both fully dressed and ready to go. It was more of the same mixed feelings about how far you could actually take this. Preparing his favorite cup of coffee, you grit your teeth trying to hold on to your resolve.

You were handing him his coffee and briefcases, one for paperwork, the other for his weapons. Placing your hands on his shoulders, he beamed at you as you reminded him of how you continued to fall even more in love with him every single day. He replied with his usual promise to be someone worth that kind of love. You hurry out the door, forgetting his kiss.

The only thing that made your day tolerable was that it was actually a very busy one, having a full day of clients and only a small break in between. You remained diligent. Instead of your usual call so he could hear your voice and take a breath from the stress of his day, you would text him on his lunch break...had to squeeze in another client baby, so sorry I can't call. Your heart would ache as you stared at the screen.

At the other end would be a flustered Kento, raking an exasperated hand through his blonde locks. I understand. I love you and I just wanted to thank you for being my better half.

You grip the phone tighter in a trembling hand almost ready to abandon your plight completely. You couldn't leave it at that, tapping out a response, oh you make me swoon. I love you Mr. Charming, recalling the first time you called him this. He would smile at his phone, your message reminding him of a time when he almost let you go.

It was after you went on a couple of dates and when you admitted to your suitor hat you likened him to all the Prince charmings you adored as a child. You remembered the way his sunny blonde hair fell over his face as you two walked barefoot along a beach, a beautiful sunset, his loose buttoned shirt ruffled by the breeze. The date ended in him panicking as he had fallen for you immediately. He was honest, telling you about his profession and actually trying to break things off before it got too serious because he would never want his life to affect you. He thought it best to just let you go.

...

A little over an hour later, you were heading  home to change after reading his text saying that he would be at the office late. You spent the drive reminiscing on a time from so long ago. You getting so mad at him for not giving it a chance. Looking back, you'd know now that he couldn't help it because he adored you so much and did it out of love, even if it were almost the end of you both.

Even after all of that, you'd be ready to hit him where it hurt. Showing up to workplace wearing a scant little dress in the color he favored most on you. His favorite late night snack and scotch in hand to unwind for the evening.

You knock at his office door before entering. His boyish gleaming eyes greet you when he looks up from the paperwork. He stands to hug you, his rigid shoulder's immediately relaxing as he was just so happy to see your sweet face after the day he'd had. You kissed his cheek asking if he had time for a break, showing him the bag you carried. He cocked a questioning brow, a soft smirk pulling at his lips as if he'sever turn you away. " even if I didn't, you know I'd always make time.”

As you unpacked your tote, setting the glasses and tiny plates on the the desk, You'd ask him about his work, flashing him a desirable look as you fixated on the way his temples flared while he discussed the events of his stressful day. You'd feel for him, almost wanting to give up your little ploy to get a rise out of your ever in control husband. You pour the dark liquor into the glasses, taking the tiniest sip of yours as does he. Him smirking as you frowned at the way the liquid burned, your face flushed as you felt that usual tickle between your legs where it always seemed to hit you first.

You would lean over his desk, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage as you pointed to different things, asking him more questions as his concentration was being tested. You would because you knew it was only you that could get him like this. He wouldn't be able to look past the way your body looked leaning over his desk. The way his name rolled off your tongue when you'd softly whisper it.

Your antics would earn his invitation to come around to the other side of his desk. His powerful hands would pull you into his lap, no doubt, your favorite place to be. You straddle him and he placed a needful grip around your waist. You loved the way his thumb always seemed to rest in just the right spot so that when he squeezed, it had you closing your eyes and pressing a heavy kiss to his appetizing lips.

You'd suck the smoky taste of the scotch from his tongue, moaning as his hands explored the slopes of your soft body. Your insides coiling with pleasure when he shoved that dainty dress further up your thighs. A sudden gasp would fall from your lips and you'd shove yourself off of him, escaping with some flimsy excuse of why you shouldn't do this here.

Kento would be flushed a shade of desire like you'd never seen, but still you'd attempt to make your exit. His pulse would be racing as he sought after you. And that's when you would know he'd finally reached his tipping point. It would've all finally become too much. He would need you so bad that the growing frction in his pants screamed from the sudden absence of your heat.

His powerful hand would grip the back of your neck, causing a shiver to roll up your spine. He would pull you back into him and as soon as your body would meet his own chiseled one, you would cry out to him. " ahh Ken". The tremors that rocked his body were being felt along your back.

" What are you up to? You just keep teasing...what are you you doing to me?... why'd you put on this little fuckin' dress?" You lean into this new feeling. So enticed by the sudden change of him that you could even feel texture of his velvety voice that was laced with a darkness he hadn't ever shown you, at least not in this way. His fingers skim up and over your bare thighs. His nose ghosting over the curve of your shoulder as he breathed you in. He squeezed a hand full of your waist " you're that desperate to get a rise out me baby?" He'd hiss seeing through you now.

" Yes" you would sigh yielding to his touch.

" Yes?? be specific love, you were so eager to see me like this and here we are so tell me what you want?"

" Kento,I want you mean when you fuck me." You would hum, nails cutting into his thighs as you pushed your body into his.

" Bend the fuck over." He would growl, his deft fingers loosening his tie as he shoved all the desks contents to the floor. You would be so on edge that the loud crash would make you jump.

Your trembling body would lean over the smooth polished surface of his desk. Every breath you took would be drawn out shakily. Anticipation wouldn't even feel strong enough a word to describe how maddening the need for his touch, his mouth, his dick, even his vengeful release when he'd finish having his way with you.

Kento had always needed this even more than he knew. Always so refined and in control. You willed him to with a heartfelt plea " show me why you're the 7:3 sorcerer."

The man you adored would be lost in the essence of you and your dark desires. The need he felt to tear that pretty little pussy to pieces would take over. He wouldn't know how to hold back that part of him anymore. Not when your body was calling to something so carnal inside him. He would shove his hands under your dress, ripping the stringy little excuse for underwear away from your body.

Your excited squeal would have him at your ear again and you would welcome the crushing weight of his body as it were leaning over you, his torso flush against your back. " you sure you can handle that?"

His solid muscular thighs would rub against your own milky soft ones. " I'll take whatever you give me Kento." you'd say as the skimpy dress you wore was now indecently bunched around your waist revealing the warm and inviting wetness that awaited him. The sight of you starved and begging for more encouraged the once stoic man to give in to the need to break you in the best way.

A massive hand would push into your lower back, forcing that perfect arch upon your shape and leaving your drenched little pussy vulnerable. His sheathed cock would be teasing against the aching core of you while those manly fingers traced down your spine.

" Give em' to me" he would command so sinisterly that he didn't sound like himself. Your arms would fold neatly behind your back because you knew exactly what he was asking for. " was this what you wanted?” He would ask you, almost sounding pained by the way your meek demeanor had stirred him so. It would feel as though your body was steeped in sexual tension. A pleasing hum of need would now be a current flowing freely through you.

" Please Kento. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be a fun little game." you would beg so hungry for his dick that you would've come immediately if he gave it to you.

Skillful fingers would loop the silky printed fabric around your wrists with ease. " Spread em for me," you would obey. " Such an obedient doll."

He had put up with your antics all day. But a man can only take so much. And here you were, every bit the desperate cumslut and wanting him to use you as he needed.

Heated fingertips would trail your womanly terrain, slowly, skillfully, enticingly. " since you're so into games, let's see how good you do. Tell you what, I'm going ti return the favor. For every time today you left me with my dick in my hand." he would say embellishing a little as he thought of all the ways you tortured him.

" .. like this morning, you think I didn't notice the little show you put on...?" He would work your delicate body with hands meant for destruction, and this would excite you further. You gasp his name, avidly being overtaken by his raw desirous energy as two thick fingers went inside, pressing into your g spot so effortlessly. " ah—kento." 

" I had to spend the whole day thinking of the picture of you bouncing around our house and leaving me lusting after you like some horny teenager." Kento was a little crude now, and your dark little mind loved it. " I'm so sorry baby." You panted.

You become a puppet, dangling at the end of a string he controlled with every shameful twist of his finger inside you.  Every curl would be precise, almost excruciatingly so until you were ready to come. As soon as the weight of your release was ready to come crashing down, suddenly there was nothing to be felt. You wail, " mmmm ohh my God Kento please more, I need more baby."

Gone was your sweetheart when he groaned, a laugh fanning the wetness pooling out of you as he circled the rounded shape of your ass appreciatively. " more you say?" He whispers as his digits melodically slip between the drenched folds of you. " mmmmmm my little doll wants more, should I give it to her?" He hum sinking his fingers back inside. Your chest heaving against the solid desk as you cry out " mmmm oh my fucking god baby please please please.” The mean man playing in your pussy laughs. " but...then there was you forgetting my kiss. I can only assume that was on purpose ?" He hums full of enjoyment at how good it felt as your walls were constricting against his appendages as he began the slow build again.

Again you were left shuddering, " please, please baby, I need it." Gone is all of his tenderness. It were replaced with an almost selfish satisfaction when he taunted you. " oh baby, believe me, I know you do." He would tease, grinning from the way your desperation had your little hands twitching against your restraints of his tie.

Again and again he does this. Leaving you hovering on the edge just to be denied the fall. Coming back with his vengeful fingers to start all over again.

He would make sure you'd felt every agonizing moment of the absence of himself inside you.

" baby please." You call to him with your weak cries for him to let you finish. It was torturous, and you embraced every wretched moment of it.

" so needy you are, so delicious you are, so obedient you are." He coos gentler than before, his voracious appetite making it hard not to test out the turbulent waters he had created. " I wanna be your good girl daddy." This shakes him to the core and he growls " say that again, I liked it."

" let me be your good girl daddy, please oh please, I want you so bad Ken."

I'm so sorry but I have to break this into two parts.

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Part 2

From the honey pot 🍯

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