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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Masturbation Hc’s

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shōto

WARNINGS!: NSFW

Heh.. i lied.. when i said i’d never do nsfw...

I’m a fool. A fool, I say.

College au even tho its never really mentioned ! Tho tbh i honestly think ua shoulda been a college either way smh

Also I got too carried away with Izuku’s, so Shōtos is shorter-

Midoriya Izuku

First of all, he’s a big boi

Quite possibly owns one of the biggest dicks in class

6.5in when flaccid, but roughly 7.8in when fully erect - impressive!

Not only is he huge, but he’s honestly so adorable. Curves upwards towards the left a bit and gets super flushed!

He oozes quite a bit of precum, but it honestly works out in his favor since it helps him slick his hand up and down the shaft - not a good solution but still better than spit if he’s in a pinch!

Circumcised!

Midoriya doesn’t typically masturbate as much as one would expect from someone his age, maybe two or three times a month, depending on how stressed out he is. Either way, he’d much rather take a bubble bath than jerk his meat. Though, some nights he wakes up from an intense.. dream.. legs and boxers covered in goop.

Its really embarrassing to him, though it does theoretically help his confidence in himself a bit - especially with the thought of what he could do to you and how easily he thinks he could make you cum, which he probably could. This man does his research!

Porn. A shit ton of porn. Someone clear his browser history ffs.

Most of the time its the little things that get him too worked up, perhaps your hand simply rested on his upper thigh, but the gesture already is too much for his overactive mind to handle

Hes a horny little shit who’s not used to being touched

Most of the time he’s got enough control to make it through classes without having to take drastic actions,

but sometimes a mans gotta lose his dignity in a bathroom stall, one hand slapped over his mouth to muffle his high pitched whines and moans, other hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as his hips thrust and hand moves up and down as he desperately searches for a quick release (see! This is where that ‘pinch’ before mentioned comes in!) so his bathroom break doesnt seem suspiciously long

How lewd and mortifying, but is it bad he likes the idea of potentially being caught? Not by himself, if course, but with you riding him on the seat. The wet slaps would echo throughout the restroom, notifying all who enter just what’s happening and that someone is getting what they so desperately wish they could.. well, what he also wishes he could get

He’s a bit.. possessive, even though you aren’t quite his yet

Though, if he can make it back to the dorms, he often times even forgets about the encounter and just goes on doing his homework or workout session.

Late at night when hes going to sleep is when he suddenly remembers the way you ‘caressed’ his upper thigh, nails dragging against the tensed muscles slightly as shock waves coursed down his spine at your teasing whispers in his sensitive ear

You wanted this to happen, didnt you? Naughty naughty.

His breath quickens, face flushed a deep red, already feeling himself grow half erect and straining against his sweatpants.

He felt like such a perv as he tugged only the grey fabric down, hand coming to lightly massage himself through his boxers, drawing a stuttered gasp at the contact

Glazed over eyes would slip shut, hips grinding against his hand

If he’s not too worked up, he’ll just use his hand to finish himself off, nice and slow. He always starts at the base, slick fingers gliding along throbbing veins as his dick becomes fully erect. This is prime time for experimentation with himself, but most of the time he just falls back into what usually gets him going. Man just wants to cum.

Sometimes he teases himself by gliding his thumb up and under the shaft, making his way to his reddened head, thumb grazing over his oozing, sensitive slit. Feels so nice, but if he does it too many times, game over. This never fails to draw a whimper from him, though

He’s really noisy? He doesnt even have to touch his dick to hum in pleasure, just his nips and / or inner thighs. You’d think he’d have extremely sensitive nips but theyre pretty tame compared to others

If he is worked up, lord help his pillow because he is going to be humping the ever-loving shit out of it, towel nearby to cum into as he prays he doesnt ruin the thing he reluctantly sleeps on.

But God are his eyes glued to you, face burning the next day as you hug that pillow during a friendly study session..

At this point, that pillow has a weird shape. All the stuffing has bunched up mainly towards the middle, which is honestly a plus for him because the extra hard cushioning around his throbbing cock makes it all the more real. Naturally, he’s dreaming of fucking you into his mattress. Oh, to claim you, making you beg to go faster- to rub his head against your private parts..

He’s discovered he can use his quirk to his benefit during this time, snapping his hips faster, green sparks illuminating his body as he gets closer and closer. How addicting it is.

His balls arent something he usually pays attention to tbh, but from time to time he occasionally massages them in his hand

Often times he cannot control himself from bucking the closer he gets, moans spilling out those sinful lips like a bitch in heat

Drool dribbles down his chin 9 out of 10 times, cheeks blazing, pupils blown wide hiding that beautiful emerald color, the most sinful sight to behold and he’d be so embarrassed if someone saw him in such a vulnerable state.

Did I mention he also likes to kiss his palm as he pleasures himself (without his pillow), pretending that he’s kissing your delicious lips and not some sweaty palm as you bounce up and down on his length, juices mixing together on his shaft

If he’s humping his pillow, he’s going to be biting it in an attempt to keep his volume down - pretty futile. Who said a dom can’t be noisy?

When all is said and done, and he’s cumming, all hell breaks lose in his body and he no longer cares how loud he is (Mineta has complained multiple times, much to Izukus horror) He always finds himself screeching something that sounds oddly like your name..

“..aH! Hah! (Y/)-AHHnnnGnn..!”

His cum is on the thicker side, and there’s usually always a large amount of it from slight build up. He tries to make as little a mess as possible, considering he gets extremely sleepy after a session, so he wants to go to bed right after and not worry about a mess.

Experimented with fingering his ass once or twice, covered in this lube he got, but both times it wasnt exactly pleasurable, even if he properly stretched himself. He can’t figure out why, especially since he wants to rub up against that special spot. Has thought about buying a dildo at some point. Maybe a fleshlight too..

Midoriya Masturbating = Sinful and Loud

Todoroki Shōto:

Not as long as Izuku, but definitely more girthy!

Roughly 5.8in long when flaccid and 6.2in when fully erect!

He is also circumcised, mainly because it was some wacky tradition in his family and not mainly considered for health reasons.

He doesnt leak a lot of precum, which works for him considering he thinks its a bit messy

He’s one of those dudes that masturbate cuz they know they have to to stay healthy, masturbating twice a week. He has a schedule.. kinda strange..

“Hey Todoroki! Want to go to a karaoke bar with us?” “Can’t. I have.. plans.”

For the most part, he’s not nearly as sensitive as Izuku. That, and he’s not that loud

Mostly just grunts and groans, maybe an occasional “hah..”

He tends not to stray from his schedule, unless he’s extremely frustrated of course. Those days when his dad is being a real stick in the mud are the days hes jerkin it like his life depends on it

When that special time does come, though..

Hes laying on his back on his futon, completely naked and legs spread for the most access

His nimble fingers glide down his body, a way for him to mentally prepare for the pleasure he so desperately craves because he too is a horny fuck

He likes to watch his ministrations though, analyzing how much pleasure he can get from doing certain things so he can do it again next time

An example would be twisting his hand up and down the shaft

He also like to use toys on himself?

Dads credit card comes in handy.

He’s got it all, lubes, dildos, nipple claps and vibrators, etc

It takes a while to work himself up to an orgasm, it can be kind of annoying if he really wants that high as soon as possible

Typically he doesnt thrust into his hands- unless his favorite vibrator is up his ass, pressed snug against his prostate

He gets real crazy when that happens, legs shaking slightly as he bites on his lips

He loves watching his body react to different things, its mesmerizing how good he can feel from something he’s doing

One time pressed a bullet vibrator against his head and right nipple at the same time and came immediately - it was truly a big shock to him , blacked out for a second and woke up covered in his own seed

Speaking of, his nipples are one of his most strongest sensitive points, so he tends to avoid them until hes getting closer to his release.

They may or may not leak a bit if man milk from time to time if he messes with them too much

Bought this sizzling lube and uses a bit of that when rubbing at his nipples, he doesnt like that funky dry feeling even though the burn from it feels just as good

So basically, his dick his hard , hips helplessly thrusting in the air, vibrating dildo pressed up inside him and fingers working his nip as he finally cums - letting out a silent scream with flushed cheeks. So cute.

Though, he is a pervert.

When doing all this shit, he imagines its you, sweet little innocent (Y/N) doing all these things to him

He’s such a brat, honestly

Whenever he finds new techniques on the internet, he stores them away for later use

That, and when he sees your legs in some particularly tight thigh high socks so he can look back on it and pretend he’s thrusting into those delicious thighs

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such a slut for him~

Todoroki Masturbating = Kinky and Quiet

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retro-rezz-the-est · 5 years

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Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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