kinktober: day 3 | nudes [dabi]
warnings: 18+
word count: 1.1k
a/n still going strong with day three! (p.s. you canNOT tell me dabi wouldn't pull this shit)
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You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, dead to the world, until the loud ping of your phone receiving a message wakes you. Groggily, you crack open your eyes and feel around blindly for your phone. You bring it to your face and turn on the display, instantly regretting having the backlight on so high. After nearly getting blinded, you can make out the words on the screen.
[unknown]: u up?
The contact might be listed as ‘unknown’, but you know exactly who would wake you up with a text like this at 2 am. Your phone pings again.
[unknown]: its dabi
You know.
Heaving a tired sigh, you roll your eyes but answer anyway, thumb lazily tapping on your onscreen keyboard as you yawn and hug your pillow.
[You]: I am now. What do you want?
His reply is almost immediate.
[unknown]: my dick is so hard right now
Seriously? Could he be more of a fuckboy right now?
Apparently, he could, because his next message is a shaky picture of his hand wrapped around his hard dick. It’s a terrible quality photo if you’re being honest: the lightning is bad, there’s no finesse and most importantly, you didn’t ask for it. A 3/10, overall.
[You]: That’s rough, buddy. Goodnight.
The next few pings come in quick succession. Great, he’s double-texting.
[unknown]: babe
[unknown]: c’mon
[unknown]: dont b like that…
[unknown]: pls?
Your eyebrows raise almost to your hairline. You didn’t Dabi even knew the word ‘please’ existed. He must be really desperate.
[You]: Well I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I don’t even know where you are…
The next message almost has you throwing your phone.
[unknown]: send me a pic of ur tits
“You’ve got to be shitting me…” you mumble into the quiet darkness of your room.
[You]: I’m not giving you nudes Dabi.
[unknown]: i gave u sum!
[You]: I didn’t ask for a picture of your dick!!
[unknown]: :(
Such a simple emoji shouldn’t fill you with so much remorse but a part of you knows how hard you find it telling Dabi ‘no’.
One picture and that’s all he’s getting.
You hike your shirt up to tuck it under your chin, nipples instantly pebbling under the cool night air. You angle your phone and snap a picture, making sure to keep your face firmly out of the frame. It’s a little dark – you’re too tired to get up and turn any lights on – and it’s not exactly the sexiest pic you’ve ever taken but he’ll have to make do.
Your thumb hovers over the send button before you take the leap and press it, wondering in the back of your mind just how much you’re going to regret this.
It takes a while for him to respond and you hate how antsy it’s making you. You’re on the metaphorical edge of your metaphorical seat as you wait. Does he like it? He’s the one begging for nudes at two in the morning, he’d better like it!
[unknown]: fuuuuuk babe
[unknown]: wish i was thr
[unknown]: hav u suck m e off
[unknown]: cover thse perfct fukin tits in my c um
That’s more typos than usual, and it’s probably not because of his usual laziness. You greatly suspect he’s multitasking.
The thought of Dabi pleasuring himself to a picture of you has warmth spreading through your body. You squeeze your thighs together as you type.
[You]: Yeah? What makes you think I’ll let you
[unknown]: u’ll let me
[unknown]: cuz ur my prefect lil cumslut
[unknown]: isnt that right ?
You mutter a curse under your breath as your hand finds its way between your thighs. Images of you gagging on Dabi’s cock flash in your mind, the most recent rendezvous – from about a week ago. You can almost feel the heavy weight of his girthy cock on your tongue. You subconsciously lick your lips as your hand speeds up.
Another message.
[unknown]: busy?
You can almost feel the smugness radiating from that single word. Groaning, you ignore his taunt and put your phone down to continue rubbing yourself over your underwear, making sure to put most of your focus on your little clit.
Your phone pings again.
[unknown]: i kno ur touchin urself
[unknown]: u wet for me baby?
You whine and nod your head before remembering that he can’t actually see you.
[You]: Yeah, I think I soaked through my panties
[unknown]: hm not sure i believe u
The horny haze you’ve unexpectedly found yourself in has you thinking you need to send him proof and you reach over to flick on your bedside lamp, bathing the dark room in warm, artificial yellow light. Settling back down, you quickly snap another photo and send it to Dabi.
This one is focused between your spread thighs, underwear pulled taught over your mound and leaving little to the imagination. The sizeable dark patch is hard to miss.
[unknown]: fuck i wish i could call u right now so i can hear those cute little noises you make when u play with urself
[unknown]: guess I’ll have to make do with pics huh?
Taking the hint, you quickly roll down your underwear, discarding it somewhere onto the floor, and take a picture of your cunt, lips slick and shiny with your arousal.
As you wait for Dabi’s reply, your hand slowly slides between your thighs. A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of your slippery, heated skin under your fingertips. Focusing tight, slow circles over your clit, you begin rocking your hips, already lost in pleasure. Too impatient for anymore teasing, you slip two fingers inside, arching your back and gasping at the delicious stretch.
You alternate between fucking yourself on your fingers hard and fast and feverishly rubbing your clit, sometimes giving your pussy a firm, teasing spank – just the way Dabi likes to do when he’s knuckles deep in you. You’re so wet you’re beginning to make a mess but at this moment – right on the precipice of pure bliss, you don’t care.
It only takes a few strokes and you’re falling over the edge, entire body spasming as you cry out. When you fall back onto your pillow, you let out a deep, pleasured exhale, fully satiated.
The last photo you send is of two of your fingers inches away from your bare cunt, glossy with your slick - a few strands are connected from your soaked digits to your puffy, swollen lips. Seconds later you get one of Dabi, shirt pulled up and spent cock lying on his stomach, white traces of his cum all over his stomach and chest.
Still on cloud nine from your orgasm, you get up to clean yourself up. When you lie back down in your bed, you pick up your phone to shoot Dabi a quick text.
[You]: Ok, I have to admit that was fun but you’re going to delete those, right?
Read 2:27 am
[You]: Dabi?
Read 2:28 am
[You]: Dabi. That’s not funny…
Read 2:28 am
[You]: DABI!
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kinktober: day 5 | size kink [mirio]
warnings: 18+
word count: 1k
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“Mirio,” you whine, wiggling your hips impatiently. “I’m ready.”
The blond lets out a chuckle, booping you on the nose. “You’re adorable, that’s what you are.”
Mirio pinches your cheek playfully with one hand while the other is 3 fingers knuckle-deep in your sopping wet pussy. He’s been preparing you for what feels like hours. The multiple orgasms are undeniably nice – twice with his tongue and just moments ago with his fingers – but the lack of dick is driving you mad. You can kind of understand why he’s so thorough; Mirio is a big man, not just in height but bulk as well and his cock is perfectly proportionate. It’s not obscenely long but is thick enough to cause even the biggest of size queens to give pause.
Sometimes you admit that he’s a bit difficult to take without serious preparation, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t love it.
“You’re taking too long,” you pout, not caring how childish you sound.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sunshine,” Mirio replies, giving you a pout of his own.
“You’re not going to hurt me, I’m ready. I promise!” To make your pleading that much more effective, you throw in your best puppy dog eyes.
Mirio looks unconvinced but slowly slides his fingers out of you and sticks them into his mouth as he loosens the drawstring on his sweatpants to pull them down and off, leaving him completely naked. His dick stands fully at attention, sagging slightly under the weight of its own girth and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sight before you.
He reaches down to pick up the bottle of lube he always insists on using, squirting a generous amount into his palm to give himself a few slick strokes. He rubs another dollop of lube over your pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside to get your impossible wet little hole even wetter. He goes in deep, stroking against your fluttering walls and scissoring his fingers to stretch you open a little more. Better safe than sorry.
You begin to whine again.
“Ok, ok,” Mirio mumbles, quickly moving his fingers and pressing the fat head of his cock against your entrance.
He pushes in carefully – even with the aid of copious amounts of lube and prep it’s still a tight fit. He manages to fit the tip in before he has to stop and take a break; you’re clenching down impossibly tight around him and the resistance has him pulling out. “I don’t think I’m gonna fit…”
“You will!” you insist stubbornly, grabbing onto his broad shoulders so that you can cling to him. “Keep going!”
And he does, not sure whether to be flattered or concerned that you want his dick so badly.
Fuck, you gasp as he continues pushing. He’s only halfway in and it’s already beginning to feel like too much. You somehow always forget that he’s thickest in the right in the middle and the stretch that comes along with it brings pinpricks of tears to the corners of our eyes.
“You ok, sunshine?” Mirio pants, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. His arms are shaking from the strain of restraining himself; you feel so good around him and it’s taking all of his self-control to keep from ramming the rest of his dick into your tight, wet heat and humping into you like a madman. “Does it hurt?”
You shake your head, eyes tightly closed but he can tell that you’re lying and begins to pull out. Your eyes snap open at the feel of him retreating. No! You’ve taken so much of him already! To deny you now would be cruel. Why won’t your puppy dog of a boyfriend understand that?
You want him; all of him. And damnit, you’re gonna get it.
With newfound determination, you wrap your legs around him, hooking your feet so that he won’t be able to pull out and with all of your might, you pull him back into you. The unexpected force has him snapping his hips forward until he’s buried to this hilt in your spasming pussy.
Your body goes stiff and your eyes go wide, mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. You’re stuffed full and Mirio’s dick is pressing up against every sensitive spot inside you – not that it has much of a choice, being stuffed in such a little space.
Before you can stop yourself, you’re throwing your head back onto the pillow, cunt squeezing and gushing around his thick cock. Mirio watches with rapt attention as you writhe and moan under him. After what feels like an eternity, you finally come down from your high and look up to see that Mirio hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time. You’re not sure he even blinked.
You’re both silent, chests heaving with each breath, as you stare at each other with wide eyes.
Mirio looks as though he’s about to pass out. “Did… did you just…”
He turns his astonished gaze from your face down to where you two are connected. His lower stomach and the insides of your thighs are coated in a thin, shiny layer of your release. There’s so much of it, he can feel it drip down his thighs and balls, no doubt staining his sheets.
“Oh.. baby… shit… just..” Mirio gulps, voice unsteady. His head feels like it’s full of cotton and the edges of his vision are starting to blur. “Just hold on, ok?”
You blink up at him in confusion. Hold on? What does he mean—
Mirio slides his dick out of you about halfway before slamming it back in, making a loud squelching noise. You gasp and try to move away from the overwhelming sensation but Mirio simply grabs onto your hips and proceeds to pummel your poor overstimulated pussy and you have no choice but to take it.
He moves like a man possessed, with powerful thrusts that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mind going blank .
You lose count of the number of times you cum before Mirio is done with you.
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kinktober: day 4 | face sitting [shigaraki]
warnings: 18+
word count: 906
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Completely out of the blue, one day Shigaraki demands that you sit on his face and “smother” him with your thighs. Despite what others would think looking at him, you and Tomura have been fairly vanilla when it came to sex. So you’re not sure where he got the idea from – probably all the questionable porn he watches or one of those vile image boards he frequents if you had to guess.
You’re not entirely comfortable with the idea, but he’s adamant. And what Shigaraki wants, Shigaraki gets. And he wants you to sit on his face. Just the idea of him being so close to such an intimate area of yours has you feeling a little insecure, but there’s no way out of this. With resignation, you freshen up and meet Shigaraki in his room where he’s waiting on his bed. He’s already lying down, attention glued to one of his many handheld video games.
He glances up at the sound of his door opening and puts the game away, looking up at you expectantly. “Take off your clothes.”
Bristling slightly at his bluntness (seriously, a please wouldn’t kill him), you begin to undress. You can feel the way his eyes trail over each and every curve and dip of your body. Once you’re fully undressed, you get onto the bed, shifting until you’re almost sitting on Shigaraki’s stomach, knees pressed into the bed on either side of him.
“My face is up here,” he points out irritably when he sees that you’re not moving any further.
Moving slowly, you shift until you’re kneeling directly over Shigaraki’s head, hands gripping the headboard as you keep your weight entirely off of him.
“Are you sure about this?” you ask hesitantly, peering down to where he’s lying underneath you. He shoots you an annoyed look.
“Of course I’m fucking sure,” he hisses, tugging on your hips impatiently, eyes glued to your center.
Letting out a huff, you lower yourself until you’re hovering just above Shigaraki’s mouth. He wastes no time closing the distance.
He devours you, tongue licking and tasting every inch of you that he can reach. There is nothing gentle or loving about his actions; he instead eats you out like a man starved – sloppy and desperate. The occasional bump of his nose against your clit has you gasping and jolting in his hold.
He’s such a messy eater, thick trails of his saliva mixed with your slick runs down the sides of his face, wetting the insides of your thighs. You shiver in discomfort, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by the mess.
“Ah!” you gasp, fingers tightening on the headboard. Your hips give a little jerk when he takes your clit into his mouth and begins suckling on the hard, little nub. “T-Tomura… slow down…”
He pulls away just enough to speak, panting heavily against your wet cunt. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, as if drunk on the taste of you, but his brow is pinched. “I wanted you to ride my face,” he growls, delivering a swift swat to your backside. “I’m doing all the work here.”
You yelp at the stinging pain, but your pussy lets out a gush of arousal. He chuckles at that, chest rumbling, and licks up the mess you made on his chin. Your face heats up with embarrassment, but you do as he says and begin rocking your hips, making sure to go slow and gentle. This seems to be enough for Shigaraki who contently goes back to trying to wriggle his tongue inside your little hole.
It doesn’t take long for your thighs to begin trembling with the effort of holding yourself up. You don’t want to rest your full weight on him – the fear of actually hurting him is very real in your mind – but Shigaraki seems to really want it, if the grip on your thighs is anything to go by. You allow your body to sink down until you’re fully seated on Shigaraki’s face. He let out a deep, glutaral groan of appreciation, eyes rolling back and tongue delving deeper into your folds with more vigor.
He moves his hands from your thighs to grip your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh while encouraging you to ride his tongue harder. Every desperate moan and wet gasp you let out is music to his ears; you always make the cutest sounds hen you’re getting your pussy eaten. Not that he’s much quieter. The filthy sound of his wet sucks as he hums into you is loud to even your ear – you just hope no one outside his room can hear. You might just die from the embarrassment.
But you don’t give that scenario much thought, not when your orgasm is fast approaching. You grind down hard on his tongue, back arching and toes curling as pleasure overcomes you. Crying out, your thighs clench around his head as you cum, unknowingly squeezing as you ride your high.
Even after you’re done, Shigaraki doesn’t let up and he continues to eat you out as if he hadn’t just given you a mind-blowing orgasm. The feel of his tongue against your sensitive clit has you whimpering, and you try to move away.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Shigaraki demands, wrapping his arms around your thighs, effectively trapping you against his mouth. “I didn’t say I was finished.”
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kinktober: day 16 | scissoring [mirko]
warnings: 18+, toys, overstimulation
word count: 1.1k
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Desire swirls sweat and heavy in your gut as you gaze down at Rumi laid out so pretty on your bed, soft white hair fanning out under her, beautifully tanned skin glowing in the warm yellow light of your bedside lamp. You readjust yourself, slotting your hips to press more firmly against Rumi’s, and slowly thrust the double-ended dildo into her clenching heat, drawing out pleasured groans from her perfect, pouty lips. You let out a breathless mewl, clamping down hard on the toy with every wet pass of your swollen, sensitive clit over her own.
You lean your head down to latch onto a dark nipple, tongue swirling around the tight bud. Rumi arches her back with a moan, pushing her chest further into your mouth, hand coming to rest at the back of your head and tangle in your hair. Greedy, you continue to suck, tongue lapping away eagerly as drool drips from the sides of your mouth. Your eyes never leave hers, too captivated by the look of ecstasy on the rabbit hero’s face.
After a particularly hard suck, you allow your teeth to gently graze Rumi’s nipple, causing her to throw her head back and let out a loud moan – high-pitched and needy.
You stare in astonishment; Rumi’s nipple clips out of your gasping mouth. Not once in your relationship have you ever heard a noise like that from her. Rumi’s more often than not the one pulling such needy sounds out of you, always laughing at how easy it is fer her to do so. The shoe is on the other foot, so to speak, for only a moment, and Rumi quickly recovers, brows furrowed.
“Alright,” she growls, hands moving to grip your hips. “I think you’ve had enough fun.”
Before you know it, your world is flipped and you find yourself lying on your back with Rumi hovering over you, propped up by arms on either side of your head. You’re both still connected by the toy, which stirs and shifts inside you with every subtle move of Rumi’s hips.
She stares down at you, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. She shifts again, schooling her face to not show the immense pleasure she feels at the wet slide of her pussy against yours. When you shiver and let out a little whine, her lips curl up into a smirk. “Think you’re real cute, huh, bun?”
Grabbing and lifting one of your legs, she slots her hips closer and grinds her clit firmly against yours, pushing the dildo deeper into you, hitting a spot that has you gushing and creaming all over the both of you. You throw your head back, body shaking and twitching in Rumi’s hold as she watches on with smug satisfaction.
You’re positively reeling from the rush of yet another orgasm. You’ve lost count of how many times Rumi has made you cum. Earlier, she had you get off on one of her powerful thighs, rutting against the firm muscle until you soaked through your panties. She then slid the ruined underwear off your trembling thighs and brought you to orgasm again on her fingers and tongue.
You had offered to take care of her, not only to make things fairer but to at least get her attention off of you, if only for a second but she just shook her head. She did promise that she would make you cum until you’re a babbling mess and you’re damn close to losing your mind already. When Rumi set her mind to something, it’s impossible to sway her away from it.
She’s still going, languid thrusts slowly increasing in pace and intensity until every meeting of your lower lips resonates a loud, wet smack.
“R-Ru…” you murmur weakly, reaching out a hand towards her. “Please… I can’t t-take anymore…”
“Just a little bit longer,” she grunts, leaning over you to bump her nose against your own. “You can do that for me. You can be my good girl, can’t you?”
You groan at her words, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and squishing her chest against yours. The pleasant friction of your nipples rubbing against each other has your cunt twitching and clenching around the toy – you’re already close to another oragasm.
“Just one more,” Rumi coos into your ear.
Just one more might be the end of you…
Despite the pain of overstimulation, your own hips begin to move, quickly matching Rumi’s pace. The bed begins to rock and creak under the strain of your combined efforts and you pray you won’t have to buy yet another bed frame at the end of this.
You don’t even notice the tears spilling down your face, but Rumi but Rumi sure does, and it draws her like a moth to flame, urging her to press kisses to your cheeks and lips. Threading your fingers through her hair, you tilt her head just right to bring her in for a sloppy kiss, dipping your tongue past her kiss swollen lips to explore her mouth. At the same time, your other hand slides down her sweat-slicked back to tug at the fluffy white tail at the base of her spine.
That seems to flip a switch in her; she throws her head back with a loud moan, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. Her back arches, pushing the dildo even further into you and she ruts her pussy against your harder, faster, until something inside you snaps.
Your final orgasm is, in a word, messy. You gush and cream around the toy as you cry out, babbling unintelligibly about how good she makes you feel. Rumi is not far behind you, the feeling of you release triggers her own and soon, she’s shaking and grunting above you.
Your orgasm lasts for what feels like forever and when you finally begin to come down from your high, you flop back onto the mattress, utterly exhausted. The room is silent save for the sound of heavy panting.
Rumi shifts and you’re made very aware of the sticky mess between your bodies. She pulls off of you, sliding you both off the dildo.
“Told ya,” Rumi says, flopping down next to you once she’s flung the toy to the end of the bed. That can get taken care of later. She instead pulls your body up against hers, wrapping her arms around you start an intense cooldown cuddling session.
“Huh?” you ask, tiredly opening your eyes to glance over at her. Her face is smug and satisfied.
“I said I would turn you into a babbling mess and I did - you mentioned something about seeing heaven…”
You’re very lucky that it’s not possible to die of embarrassment. “Oh my god, I did not!”
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here i will be putting all of my kinktober entries in one easy, convenient spot. thanks for reading! ✨
- all characters will be from bnha -
note: some of the entries will have dark/uncomfortable content but will have warnings and be tagged appropriately
tag: qt.kinktober2020
day one. gags (aizawa) | dark content | read here
day two. balcony sex (hawks) | read here
day three. nudes (dabi) | read here
day four. face-sitting (shigaraki) | read here
day five. size kink (mirio) | read here
day six. rimming (shigaraki) | dark content | read here
day seven. finger sucking + thigh riding (dabi) | read here
day eight. panty theft (mirio) | read here
day nine. begging + orgasm denial (overhaul) | read here
day ten. aphrodisiacs/pollen sex | read here
day eleven. spanking + humiliation (overhaul) | dark content | read here
day twelve. toys (hawks) | read here
day thirteen. deep-throating + facial (dabi) | dark content | read here
day fourteen. cuckholding (mirio + tamaki) | read here
day fifteen. praise (bakugou) | read here
day sixteen. scissoring (mirko) | read here
day seventeen. shibari (shinsou) | read here
day eighteen. lingerie (iida) | read here
day nineteen. thigh-fucking | read here
day twenty. shower sex | read here
day twenty-one. cock-warming | read here
day twenty-two. stuckage | read here
day twenty-three. tentacles | read here
day twenty-four. massage | read here
day twenty-five. biting | read here
day twenty-six. creampie + plugging | read here
day twenty-seven. blackmail | dark content | read here
day twenty-eight. scratching | read here
day twenty-nine. body-worship | read here
day thirty. aftercare | read here
day thirty-one. somnophilia | dark content | read here
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kinktober: day 15 | praise [bakugou]
warnings: 18+
word count: 794
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Giving Katsuki Bakugou a compliment is a tricky thing. It has to be for an accomplishment important enough to not “waste his fucking time” and sincere enough so as to not make him feel as though you’re secretly making fun of him – something that could only lead to disaster. Striking that perfect balance is something you’ve just about perfected, after having to walk that fine, fine line ever since the two of you got together in your final year of high school.
And while the explosive blond is still ornery and easy to anger, he has mellowed out a considerable amount in his adult life and has become more readily accepting of praise. He’s especially agreeable to a few choice words.
.
“Fuck, Katsuki,” you gasp, gripping the bedsheets between your fingers even tighter. “You feel so good… so deep…”
Your head rolls to the side, smushing your cheek into the plush softness of your pillow, eyes screwing closed. Bakugou is hunched over you, hips snapping against your ass, girthy cock slamming into your dripping core. Somehow he manages to hit every spot inside of you that has you seeing stars on every stroke.
“It’s like this dick was made to fuck me,” you mumble out a little delirious, words a little slurred.
Bakugou responds with a rumbling growl that vibrates through your chest pressed up against his. He brings his face down, mouth right up against your ear so that you can hear every word. “Yeah, baby? You like when I fill up this needy little pussy?”
You can do nothing but whine and nod. “You’re the only one that can make me feel this good, ‘Tsuki.”
“Damn right, I am,” he snarls back, pace speeding up, getting just a little bit rougher, a little sloppier. “That’s why you jumped me as soon as I walked through the door, huh? Just couldn’t help yourself.”
“I missed you…” you whine, turning watery eyes up to look at him, kiss swollen bottom lip poking out in a little pout. “Needed you so bad.”
Bakugou clicks his tongue, though he looks far from annoyed. He appears pleased – smug, even. You can tell that your words are getting to him, making that already enormous ego inflate even more. But if it means getting dicked down like this, you’ll gladly put up with it.
The bruising grip on the backs of your thighs that’s keeping you nice and open for him tightens, making you mewl pathetically and clench down even harder. Another gush of arousal is forced out of your tight little hole, adding to the already slick mess between your joined bodies and making each wet slap embarrassingly loud in the dark, quiet room.
“You’re making a fucking mess. My cock feel that good?”
“Mmmhmmm… yesss!” You squirm in his hold, face hot. “I love your cock so much.”
Bakugou gives a throaty groan in response, hips stuttering. He quickly regains his composure though, getting back to the rapid pace he set, making sure to grind his hips down to catch your clit and make you squeal.
Your back arches high off the bed. “Katsuki… please!”
His grin widens, near feral. “Please what?”
You try to hide your face, too embarrassed to voice your wants, but Bakugou is having none of that, snarling at you to let him see your face and tell him what you want, or he’ll leave you to finish yourself off.
“Please let me cum,” you manage to say, even as your head goes foggy with pleasure. “Wanna cum so bad.”
Bakugou orders you to hold your thighs and keep them spread, proceeding to rub your sensitive, swollen clit in fast, hard circles. You’re so close. All it takes is a few strokes before you’re creaming all over his cock.
“Oh fuck, Katsuki, keep doing that, don’t stop, please don’t stop – you’re so good!”
The tightness of your pulsating walls is too much and before long, Bakugou’s cumming right along with you, letting out a stream of strained curses as his dick twitches insides of you, painting your walls white with each pump.
Bakugou pulls out, leaving his cum to drip out of your still twitching hole, and collapses on the bed beside you. Not wanting to lie with the sticky mess between your thighs, you shakily get up to make your way towards the bathroom.
Katsuki Bakugou is a lot more lenient towards compliments. But there’s still two words that he’ll never accept, two words you can never resist saying, no matter how angry he gets.
“You’re such a good boy, Katsuki,” you say, unable to hold back your tired smirk.
Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches, face darkening into a scowl. “I’ll show you a ‘good boy’. Get your ass back over here!”
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kinktober: day 7 | thigh riding + finger sucking [dabi]
warnings: 18+
word count: 549
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“You gonna be good for me?”
The deep, scratchy voice so close to your ear sends a shiver down your spine. Whining, you nod and look up at Dabi with wide, watery eyes. He chuckles at the desperation written so plainly on your face and places his hands on your ass under your skirt, squeezing and groping the plump flesh shamelessly. He takes over the movement of your hips, forcing you to grind down hard on his thigh. He lets go when you grab hold of his shoulders and begin slowly rocking back and forth on your own.
You bury your face into the front of his shirt and try to hold back a groan. The only thing separating your pussy and his leg is the thin, quickly dampening fabric of your underwear. And the rough fabric of his jeans is absolute heaven against your clit.
Dabi slides a hand up to your neck, wrapping his long fingers around the column of your throat, thumb tucked under your jaw, and presses down with a slight pressure. When le lets go you inhale sharply, grinning and giddy at the rush of oxygen.
He uses the grip on your throat to bring you in close for a searing kiss, which you moan into – loudly.
“Shh,” he hushes you, pulling away and placing a finger over his lips. “You’ve gotta be quiet, doll. Don’t want anyone to hear us.”
Right. You two are supposed to be on a mission, just a little bit of information gathering at a small-time hero agency, but one close catch and a cramped supply closet later and well, here you are – pressed up against each other with hardly any room to move. Not that Dabi is complaining.
Another high-pitched gasp followed by a hiccup brings Dabi’s attention fully back to you. By now your flimsy little panties are completely soaked through, leaving a wet spot on the dark material of his jeans. But Dabi doesn’t care, he’s too wrapped up in watching you hump his leg like a bitch in heat.
A little teasing and some fondling and this is what you’re reduced to?
A particularly rough thrust catches your clit in a way that has your mouth falling open and you let out a whimper – loud and high. Dabi’s hand quickly clamps over your mouth, the shock of it making you stop all movement against high thigh.
Dabi clicks his tongue, looking annoyed. “So fucking noisy…”
When he removes his hand to tap his pointer and middle fingers on your bottom lip, you give him a confused look.
“Open up,” he orders, slipping his fingers into your mouth as soon as you do. “Suck.”
You suck on the two digits desperately, a bit of drool you hadn’t managed to swallow seeps out the side of your mouth and slides down your chin.
It takes Dabi a considerable amount of effort to keep his eyes from rolling in his head at the feel of your tongue writhing against the undersides of his fingers.
Were you always this obedient?
With his free hand he gives your ass a light tap, signaling you to continue where you left off. You waste no time grinding against him. “Now be a good little girl and make yourself cum on my thigh.”
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kinktober: day 2 | balcony sex [hawks]
warnings: 18+, semi-public sex
word count: 1.1k
a/n welp here’s day two, not much to say lol
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When Hawks had invited you to his stupidly large condo for dinner you were ecstatic. With his hero work and your own schedule keeping you both so busy, it’s hard to find the time to fit a date or two in.
Dinner is fantastic – a spread delivered by one of the more upscale restaurants in the area. Candlelight helps to set the perfect romantic mood and the whole time his attention is on you and only you. That, along with your third glass of wine has you feeling more than a little giddy.
Then he tells you of a surprise he has for you outside, gesturing out onto the large balcony overlooking the sweeping lawns and landscaped vistas of some of Japan’s most ritzy residents. While you’re leaning on the reinforced steel railing, quietly admiring the beauty of the sunset and not so patiently waiting for your ‘surprise’, Hawks sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and grinding his half-hard cock into your backside.
“Hawks, stop!” you gasp, absolutely scandalized. “Someone might see us!”
“That’s kind of the point, songbird,” Hawks responds with a laugh as his fingers glide under your shirt to tweak your nipple.
You whip your head around to stare at him in disbelief. He can’t be serious, can he? This has to be some sort of prank. But judging by the way he’s unbuttoning your jeans and tugging at the zipper so that he can slip them over your hips, joking seems to be the furthest thing from his mind.
When he reaches for your underwear, you grab onto his wrists, immediately halting his progress. The Wing Hero whines, flapping his wings petulantly and leaning over you to place his chin on your shoulder.
“You don’t find the thought of getting caught exciting?” he whispers, lips brushing up against your ear, causing you to shudder.
You most certainly do not find it exciting. You also doubt the Public Safety Commission President would find it very amusing to see pictures of the number two hero fucking out in the open, plastered all over the internet for the world to see. And although Hawks lives on the top floor unit which affords much more privacy than normal, he’s still not the only one living in this condo.
You voice your concerns which Hawks brushes off with a scoff. “Would I do anything to put you in danger? You gotta put more faith in your number one, angel.”
“Alright,” you agree with a sigh after a moment of internal debate. “But if we get caught this whole thing is on you.”
The second you let go, his hands are all over you. He grabs hold of your hips and pulls you closer so that your ass fits snugly against his hips, which grind into you with an urgency that is slightly concerning. Is he really that worked up? Well, it has been a while since you two have been able to share any kind of intimacy. But that more often than not happens in the privacy of either of your bedrooms – once in his kitchen after an accident involving a wet tee-shirt and some whipped cream – so this is something completely out of your expertise.
You allow your head to fall back onto his shoulder, moaning softly as his nimble fingers slip down between your legs, his other hand going back up your shirt to toy with your hardening nipple. With the expert ministrations of your boyfriend’s fingers pinching and stroking your clit, it takes no time before you’re all wet and needy. He nudges you to open your thighs a little wider and you readily oblige.
“I see I’m not the only one enjoying this,” he mutters in amusement.
You grab at his arms, lifting your head and letting out a small, startled moan when he begins prodding at your slick entrance. The first finger goes in easily enough, the second offers a pleasant stretch that has you clenching and Hawks hissing in your ear, no doubt imagining what you’ll fell like around his cock. His feathers twitch and fluff up at each wet squelch of his fingers and garbled moan you let out.
Deciding that you’re prepared enough – or perhaps impatient to feel you around him, Hawks takes his fingers away, slipping them right into his mouth while the other hand reaches down between you two to fiddle with his belt. The feeling of his blunt cockhead pushing up against your entrance has you biting your lip, a high-pitched whine forming in the back of your throat. You arch your back slightly to get a better angle, allowing for easier access. Hawks lets out a moan of appreciation and thrusts his hips up, easily slips inside.
Once he’s fully seated, he just stands there for a moment, panting heavily against your neck as your warm, wet walls grip around him. He takes some time to collect himself before pulling out slightly to give a single, shallow thrust. You both hiss in unison, overwhelmed by the sensations.
The short shallow rocking slowly morphs into rougher thrusts until he’s fucking you with abandon. Every thrust has Hawks’ cock rubbing against your walls in the most delicious of ways, making your toes curl, but it’s still not enough, and you slide a hand down between your legs.
“Yeah that’s it, angel,” Hawks huffs behind you, sharp eyes catching the small movement. “Make yourself feel good. So good for me…”
You moan as you rub your clit in time with his thrusts until you cum. Pleasure washes over your trembling body in waves, the rhythmic squeezing of your walls around his cock has Hawks seeing stars. He slams into a few more times before stilling, holding you close as he releases inside of you with a deep, satisfied groan. The two of you stand there for a while, with you leaning heavily on the railing and Hawks leaning on you, careful to not put all of his weight on you, even in his post-orgasm haze. He bends his head to place a small kiss on your shoulder. You smile tiredly, reaching a hand behind you to run it through his hair.
“So,” you begin after your breathing has calmed down. “Was it as good as your little fantasy?”
“Even better,” Hawks sighs, hugging you tighter. “We’ve gotta do this again.”
Not likely, you think to yourself but not wanting to burst his bubble just yet, you only offer him a small chuckle.
The cool night air is a welcome relief to your heated, sweat-covered skin but soon becomes too much and you can’t help but shiver. Hawks pulls away from you, taking your hand to lead you back into the house with the promise of a nice, warm shower.
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kinktober: day 1 | gags [aizawa]
warnings: 18+, dub-con/non-con, forced orgasm, yandere, reference to kidnapping
word count: 1.4k
a/n ahhhh first time doing kinktober i’m so nervous!
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Your mother always warned you that your smart mouth would one day get you into serious trouble. And with a heavy heart, you realize that she was right. One too many snide remarks and now you find yourself in your captor’s bedroom, sitting on the plush mattress of his bed, wrapped up tightly in his godforsaken capture weapon.
How long have you been sitting here in this darkened room? He doesn’t allow you a phone or even a watch so it could have been minuets, or hours, for all your messed up internal clock knows.
You don’t even remember what you said to land you in this predicament. But whatever it was had Shouta’s brow creasing and his lips turning down into a deep scowl. Not that he had any right to get annoyed with you. Not when he’s the one that stole you from your home under the dark cover of night and keeps you locked up tighter than a prisoner on death row. “It’s for your own good,” he always insists whenever you bring up wanting to go outside and feel the warm sun on your skin instead of staring at it wistfully behind a barred window.
He steps out of the bathroom connected to his room, rubbing a towel though his freshly washed hair while another towel is slung low on his lean hips. You sit as still as you possibly can, eyes trailing after him to follow his every movement.
He pays you no mind, but you’re not fooled by that indifferent façade for even a second. You know he’s got all of his attention on you as he moves about his room, changing into a well-worn tee and sweats. When he’s done getting ready for bed he stands in front of you and you tense under the scrutinizing obsidian gaze.
He regards you for a while, eyes tracing over every angry line on your face. Your body freezes when you feel his hands smooth over your bare thighs. You look down, then back up at him
He chuckles at the wary look you give him. “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say ‘no’.”
You try. You try to yell at him no, take your filthy hands off of me you creepy fuck! But with the bright red ball shoved between your lips, fastened with a strap tied snug around your head, it’s hard to get any actual words out.
“Nothing?” he asks as you continue to grunt incoherently in an attempt to speak around the gag. He shrugs. “If you’re sure… I’m glad you’re finally coming around, kitten.”
He grins as his hands begin rubbing up and down your trembling thighs. You suck in a sharp breath and shake your head furiously, but his grin just widens and his hands creep further up, closer and closer towards your panty-clad pussy. Curse him for having you walk around in nothing but his old t-shirts.
“Use your words,” he hums, bringing his face close to bury it into you neck. “Or else I won’t know what you want.”
Or don’t want.
He doesn’t see the glare you send over his shoulder, too busy trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of your neck. He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot that has you gasping out loud and clenching your thighs together. He goes on like that for a while, paying extra attention to that one particular spot, enjoying the way you try to stop yourself from squirming and making any noise.
Aizawa gently prods two fingers between your legs to find that your panties are already a little wet with your arousal. “You might not be in the mood for talking,” he says after detaching himself from your neck with a wet smack. “But your body is very loud in letting me know what it wants.”
He continues to rub you through your panties, the fabric steadily becoming soaked until he tugs it to the side to touch your bare cunt, fingers made slippery with your wetness. He places a knee on the mattress, manhandles you until you’re on your back in the middle of the bed with him hovering over you.
You desperately want to reason with him – you know that you stand no match against him in a physical fight so your only weapon against him has been your words and now he’s managed to take those away. The pleading look you send him is met with a dark chuckle.
Without much preamble, Aizawa tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and pulls the washed-out grey fabric down to his thighs. His cock – as much as you hate to admit it – is pretty. Long with just a little bit of curve and the right amount of thickness; it’s already hard and leaking precum from the blushing tip. Under any other circumstance you would have loved to get your hands on a cock that nice-looking. but all you feel while looking at it is horror and trepidation.
He reaches down, one hand on your hip and the other around the base of his dick to guide himself into you. He pushes in slowly, not letting up until he’s bottomed out, muttering a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. You’re wet but with no preparation the stretch of his cock is uncomfortable, verging on painful and you try to wriggle away, letting him know of your discomfort with a muffled groan.
“Settle down,” Aizawa grunts, bringing down a large hand onto your stomach to keep you still. “It’ll feel good. Just give it a minute.”
He withdraws slowly, the feeling of him dragging against your sensitive walls has your eyes rolling back, before snapping his hips forward. Soon, the feeling of him inside of you shifts from painful to pleasurable as your pussy stretches to accommodate him. His thrusts become stronger.
“You’re taking me so well, kitten,” he groans as he rocks into you.
His cockhead brushes up against that special spot inside of you and you clamp down, making his hips stutter.
“This pussy is so fucking tight I can barely move.” His voice sounds strained, as if he’s juts moments from losing control and fucking you into the mattress. “I know I’ve been busy lately and couldn’t fuck you every night like you deserve but it feels like your first time all over again.”
He hums as if struck by an epiphany, looking down at you with a knowing smirk. “That’s it, isn’t it. I haven’t – fuck – I haven’t been giving you enough attention. That’s why you’ve been acting out lately.”
In truth, you’ve been ‘acting out’ in the hopes that Aizawa would tire of your attitude and let you, deciding that you’re more trouble than you’re worth. You can’t hold back a sob, not only from the overwhelming pleasure of your captor’s cock but also at the realization of just how stupid that plan is in hindsight – look where it got you.
“Shh, it’s alright, baby. I’m right here,” Shouta shushes you, wrapping his arms around your bound body to hug you close. His thrusts are now hitting even deeper than before. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The exact opposite of what you want but with the ball gag shoved in your mouth, there’s not much you can do to argue against him. There’s nothing you can do as he thumbs at your clit and you’re forced to cum all over his stupid, perfect cock.
He moans out your name as he rocks into you, fingers digging bruises into the skin of your hips and thighs as he tries to pull you even closer. With a grunt, he cums, splashing your insides with hot cum, muttering out ‘I love you’s alongside promises of never leaving your side.
When he finally settles, brought down from the pleasurable high of his orgasm, he lifts himself off of you, heading back into the bathroom to clean himself up. he comes out a few seconds later with a warm, damp washcloth to clean up the mess he made between your thighs. Once he’s done, he puts away the washcloth and settles down next to you on the bed.
“I was thinking of getting a cat,” Aizawa rumbles, pulling you close. “It can keep you company while I’m at school or work and you won’t get so lonely. That sounds fun, right?”
While he cleaned you up, he hadn’t removed the gag. Unable to answer, you just stare up at him with tired eyes. Your jaw is starting to ache.
Aizawa chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “Right.”
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kinktober: day 12 | toys [hawks]
warnings: 18+
word count: 1k
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When Hawks comes home, barging through the door and announcing that he has a surprise for you, you’re less than enthused. Surprises from Hawks oftentimes left you feeling overwhelmed – and usually not in a good way. His last ‘surprise’ was a spontaneous midnight flight where you both discovered your previously unknown fear of heights. The little brown box tucked under his arm fills you with dread.
“No,” you say simply, before turning back to your book. The heroine is this close to confessing her true feeling to her childhood friend and you’d much rather focus on that than your boyfriend’s shenanigans.
“Babe…” Hawks whines, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout and looking at you imploringly.
You sigh and put your book away, already knowing you’re going to regret asking. “What is it?” You gesture to the box, which he holds up proudly.
Hawks strides over to you, placing a knee on the bed. “So, you know how we’ve got that stupid hero’s ball next weekend right?”
You nod.
He scoots up until he’s kneeling right across from you. “And you know how I’m always complaining about how boring those things are?”
How could you forget? He’s been whining to you since the day of the announcement. You nod again, eyeing him wearily as he opens up the package and begins ruffling through layers of packing material.
“I think I just found a cure for my boredom.”
Well, that doesn’t sound too bad but why does the giddiness in his voice give you such a bad feeling—
Oh.
You gawk at the sleek, conspicuous packaging for a red vibrating egg (‘guaranteed orgasms!’ it says in small, delicate lettering). Your mouth opens and closes as you try to find the right words to say.
Where did he even get this idea from?
“Where did you even get this idea from?”
“I may have seen a video or two on the internet,” Hawks replies distractedly as he opens the box to pull out the small egg and its accompanying wireless remote.
“I know the whole bird theme is kind of your thing, but don’t you think this is going a bit far?”
Ignoring your playful jab, Hawks quickly scans the instructions that came with the toy, suddenly jumping up and carrying the egg with him to the nearby bathroom. When he comes back, he’s out of his hero gear and stripped down to a pair of fitted boxer briefs. He’s drying the egg with a small towel, which is very quickly discarded on the floor.
“Let’s try it out,” he says, eager, as he jumps back onto the bed, wings flapping.
You blink, bewildered by how fast all of this is going. “What? Now?”
“Yeah, I have to make sure it works.” He’s shaking the toy close to his ear, as if listening for any loose, rattling parts.
“I still haven’t agreed to using this thing in public,” you point out flatly.
“You will after this.”
He sounds so sure.
“Ok, just… take it easy. I’ve never done anything like this before…”
“You’re in good hands, chickadee,” he says with a wink, leaning over to place a quick kiss to your lips. Then he’s rummaging through his bedside table to pull out a small bottle of lube as you undress. Your panties are barely off your legs before he’s rubbing lube-slicked fingers up and down your slit, focusing on your clit with slow, firm rubs. Your breath hitches and Hawks answers with a groan, burying his face in your neck to give the sensitive skin a few kisses.
You moan, jolting slightly at the feeling of his fingers sinking slowly into your fluttering hole. Hawks leans down to press his lips against yours in a slow kiss as his fingers languidly pump in and out of you. He’s thorough in stretching you out, making sure you’re as prepped as possible while his tongue lazily explores your mouth.
When he leans away, it’s to lube up the toy. He coats it in a thick, glossy layer, wanting to make sure its entry is as smooth as possible for you. He pushes the silicone egg in until it’s fitted snugly inside of you.
How could something so small make you feel so full?
You squeeze down on it experimentally, gasping when it shifts slightly and rubs against your walls.
“How’s it feel?” Hawks asks, pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips. His eyes are trained on you, irises tiny pinpricks of black in a sea of golden yellow.
“Mmm… weird,” you answer truthfully.
He hums, reaching for the remote to turn the egg on to its lowest setting.
You inhale sharply when the low vibrations pulse through you, walls clenching down hard. That’s definitely a new sensation. Far from unpleasant though, if the blissed out look on your face and your curled toes mean anything.
“Too much?” he asks, feigning concern when all he wants to do is smugly tell you ‘I told you so’. “I can take it out if you want?”
“No!” you gasp, grabbing ahold of his arm. “Don’t stop.”
Hawks chuckles, slowly increasing the vibrations – and conversely, your pleasure. He watches with rapt attention as you get more and more desperate with each interval.
Before long, the vibrations are strong enough to have you on the bed, back arches with your mouth hanging open, allowing moans and whines to freely slip out. Your head is swimming as you approach the edge of your release.
You whine out to let Hawks know.
“Go on, beautiful,” Hawks purrs, rubbing the outsides of your thighs, eyes not once leaving you. “Cum for me. Please angel, I need you to cum. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
You nod your head as your hips begin to jerk. You’re powerless to stop the surprisingly powerful orgasm from washing over you, mouth open in a silent scream. The intensity doesn’t ease, as Hawks keeps the toy on the same high vibration setting, drawing out your high. Soon you’re messily cumming again, a squirt of clear liquid barely missing him.
It’s only when you grab onto his wrist that he finally turns off the egg and you collapse onto the bed, going completely limp.
“Convinced yet?” Hawks grins, more than pleased to see the dazed expression on your face.
You need a moment before you can answer.
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kinktober: day 14 | cuckholding [mirio + tamaki]
warnings: 18+, consensual cuckholding
word count: 1.6k
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“Are you sure about this, Mirio?” Tamaki asks shakily, feeling as though his heart’s about to beat right out of his chest.
“Of course I’m sure!” the energetic blond laughs, giving his friend a hardy smack on the back. “I want this birthday to be spectacular! You only turn twenty-five once, right?”
At the wide grin thrown your way you nod in agreement and place a hand on Tamaki’s shoulder. It’s fine, Tamaki. But we don’t have to if you don’t want.”
When Mirio had told you that he needed help with Tamaki’s birthday present, you were expecting to spend the day browsing online stores, not discuss fucking your boyfriend’s best friend. Needless to say, you were a bit apprehensive, but with Mirio’s insistence that he would be more than happy to go along with it, you realize that you’re not entirely opposed to the idea.
You’d hoped Mirio would have at least warmed Tamaki up to the idea instead of springing it on him like this, though…
“N-No! I want to!” he exclaims, eyes wide.
At the realization of how eager he sounds, Tamaki immediately begins to backtrack, face turning bright red. “I-I mean.. It’s… n-not. I’m…” He trails off, too embarrassed to keep up eye contact with you.
Mirio lets out a boisterous laugh. “Well then, let’s get this party started!” He jumps off of the bed the three of you are sitting on and goes to grab the nearby desk chair, pulling it close enough to the bed to get a good view. With a happy hum he takes a seat. “I’ll be over here if ya need anything!”
Shaking your head at your boyfriend’s silly enthusiasm, you turn back to Tamaki, who looks as though he’s about to bolt any second.
“Can you lie down for me, Tamaki?” you ask gently, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile.
Still red up to the tips of his pointy ears, Tamaki nods jerkily and lies back, trying to make himself comfortable… on his best friend’s bed, getting ready to fuck his best friend’s girl… !
You lay a quick peck on Tamaki’s nose, bringing him out of his spiraling thoughts and back into the present.
He blinks up at you owlishly, just now noticing that you’re positioned over him, knees pressing into the bed on either side of his hips. “Sorry…” he mumbles.
“’S okay,” you reassure him with a small smile. “Still good?”
He nods again, looking a bit more relaxed. Satisfied with his answer, you lean back to take your shirt off. You can hear Tamaki’s breath hitch when you reach behind you to unhook your bra.
“Do you mind taking this off?” you ask, discarding your bra and tugging at the bottom of Tamaki’s shirt.
In a split second, the shirt is off and lying on the floor in a crumpled heap. After getting over the surprise at his sudden eagerness, you take a moment to admire him – lithe and slender, with wiry muscles jumping and twitching under unblemished, pale skin. Vastly different from the buff, tanned form of your boyfriend but no less pleasant to look at.
You can tell that Tamaki’s getting uneasy under your exploratory gaze; you can practically see the anxiety rolling off of him, head probably racing with negative thoughts about his body, especially in comparison to his friend’s.
“You’re very handsome, Tamaki,” you murmur, sliding both your hands up his chest and neck until they tangle in the mess of his indigo hair. It’s just as soft as it looks, and you find yourself compelled to comb your fingers through it. the action seems to calm him down a bit.
“…Really?”
“Yeah, really!” Mirio supplements from the sidelines. “She’s always telling me how cute you are. I think she has a crush on you!” he adds with a wink.
“Mirio!” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. “You promised you wouldn’t tell!”
You may have mentioned in passing once… maybe twice how attractive you think Tamaki is and Mirio takes it all in stride, either agreeing wholeheartedly with you or flat out teasing you until you have to shut him up with a kiss.
Tamaki takes hold of your wrists to gently tug your hands away.
“It’s ok… I think you’re cute too…” he mumbles, offering you a shy smile.
As if realizing what he just said, Tamaki’s eyes widen and he quickly turns to Mirio. “I-I mean, it’s not! I don’t—”
Mirio waves off his friend’s worries, grin wide and open. “I don’t blame you! She’s definitely a cutie!”
How did this get on you?! Wasn’t Tamaki the one who’s supposed to be getting all the attention?
Clearing your throat loudly to distract from the butterflies in your stomach from their words, you begin unbuttoning Tamaki’s pants. “I believe we’re in the middle of something…”
He allows you to tug them, along with his underwear, down and off, leaving him completely bare. His dick is, for lack of a better word, attractive. He’s not as girthy as Mirio, but he’s definitely longer, with a pretty flushed cockhead that’s already beading precum – and is apparently very sensitive. His hips jerk and he lets out a keening little whine at every pass of your fingers over the reddened glans.
After ridding yourself of your own pants, leaving you in a pair of skimpy panties (that Mirio lets out a low whistle at their reveal), you get yourself comfortable between Tamaki’s spread legs.
Mirio instantly perks up. “Oh-ho, so that’s what you’re starting with? You’re gonna love this, just lie back and relax buddy!”
You place a hand over your mouth to hide your smile. Mirio seems more excited about Tamaki’s dick getting sucked than Tamaki does.
With another verbal confirmation of Tamaki’s readiness, you lean down and place a small kiss to the tip, and his dick fives a responding twitch in your hand. Slowly, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue against the throbbing vein running along the otherwise smooth underside. He lets out a gasping whine, body tensing, before melting back into the sheets with a low moan. You begin bobbing your head up and down, one hand fisted around the base to stroke the last few inches you can’t quite swallow down.
Moans and grunts are a constant stream past his parted lips as his thighs shake and twitch. With how timid and reserved Tamaki normally is, you’re kind of surprised that he’s so vocal in bed – not that you’re complaining, you’d be a liar if you said it isn’t a huge boost to your ego.
When Tamaki glances down to see you staring up at him with his dick between those soft, plush lips that he may or may not have daydreamed about, he nearly passes out.
“Don’t… don’t stare…” he mumbles shakily, resting an arm over his eyes so he won’t have to see the sly look he knows you’re giving him.
You slide off of Tamaki’s dick with a pop, absentmindedly licking your lips to look to the side to check up on your unusually quiet boyfriend. You see that Mirio is watching the scene before him with rapt attention, one hand slowly palming over the bulge in the front of his jeans. He might have refused to join in but at least he seems to be enjoying himself.
You turn back to Tamaki and make you way up his body. Leaning down to brush your lips against his ear, you mewl, “I want to feel you, Tamaki.” You arch your back to push your breasts against his chest. “Is that okay?”
Not trusting his voice, Tamaki just nods, slow and measured as if in a daze. He watches you with lidded eyes and parted lips as you tug your panties to the side with one hand and line him up to your center with the other. The feel of you, wet and warm, against the tip of his cock has Tamaki gasping and trembling under you. You slowly sink down, biting your lip and moaning at the unfamiliar stretch, until he’s bottomed out with your ass pressed snugly against his hips.
At the point, Mirio has unbuttoned his jeans to pull out his achingly heard cock, giving himself a few unhurried, deliberate strokes. “How does he feel?” Mirio asks breathlessly.
“So good,” you whine, splaying your hands on Tamaki’s chest as you grind down hard, humming in pleasure at the feeling of your clit rubbing against his pubic bone.
You start up a quick rhythm and Tamaki is content to allow you to take control, keeping his hands on your hips, eyes glued to your breasts as they bounce and sway. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself getting closer to your release with each stroke.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, moving your hand to rub at your clit.
“Me… too…” Tamaki grunts through gritted teeth.
With just a few strokes, you’re cumming, walls contracting around Tamaki, rocketing him off the edge. He just manages to pull you off of him before he can cum inside of you, the thick ropes landing instead on his stomach and chest.
From his position in his chair, you can see that Mirio’s head is hanging back and his hand is wrapped around his spent cock, toned stomach decorated white. Without looking up, he holds up his free hand to give you a thumbs up.
You look back to the pro hero underneath you, eyes drifted close, hair a mess, face sweaty and flushed with a blissful smile in place.
“Best birthday ever,” you hear Tamaki mumble to himself.
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kinktober: day 17 | shibari [shinsou]
warnings: 18+, bondage
word count: 1.3k
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“Shibari?” you ask, blinking up at Shinsou in bewilderment.
“Yeah,” he replies evenly. “It’s a type of Japanese bondage technique.”
His tone is as monotoned as usual, face look as though asking to tie you up is such a boring, mundane affair. But after years of dating, you can easily make out the minuscule cues to his excitement – the slight twitch of his fingers, violet eyes just a little bit dark as they watch you with an intense gaze.
“Hmm… kinky.”
Shinsou lets out a huff of laughter, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s not… I dunno, it’s stupid forget I said anything—”
You press a finger to his lips. “It’s not stupid. I’d love to try it out with you.”
He gives you a warm smile, pulling you into his arms for a kiss.
“So, when do we start?” you ask excitedly when he pulls away.
.
The deep red of the ropes binding you makes a beautiful contrast against your skin, Shinsou thinks. He’s so grateful that you trust him enough to do this with him. It’s something that’s been on the back of his mind since that one time he found you tangled up in his capture weapon – you’d wanted to try it out, you had admitted with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Colour?” Shinsou asks as he’s tying another knot, grunting in frustration when he messes up and has to re-do it. It’s a fine line making sure that your binds are tight enough to restrict movement but not so tight as to cut off circulation.
You have to hold back your eyeroll. “You literally just asked me that two minutes ago.”
“Colour?” he asks again, a little more firmly.
“Green, green, green! It was green then and it’s green now.”
His brow creases at your tone and he delivers a quick swat to your naked ass, causing you to let out a surprised yelp.
“Behave, brat,” he grumbles. “I’m supposed to check up on you frequently.”
He really seems to be taking this bondage thing seriously, you notice. You don’t think you’ve seen him so focused.
“’m sorry, Toshi,” you mumble as he takes both of your arms and bends them at the elbows behind your back, wrapping another length of rope around your forearms. “I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable, okay?”
“Okay,” he replies, leaning over you to press a kiss to your cheek, making you giggle.
Once he goes back to his knotwork you can’t help voicing the thought that occurs to you. “So, what exactly do we do after this? You’re just gonna sit back and admire your handiwork? Take a couple of racy pictures?”
You can feel his movements behind you immediately stop. You can tell he’s seriously considering the idea; you can practically hear the cogs in his head turning.
“That was a joke, Toshi,” you say flatly.
A few minutes later, Shinsou announces that he’s done and rolls you over onto your back.
You look down at the rope snaked around your upper body. The surprisingly soft rope surrounds your breasts in a well-fashioned harness, a thick cord running between them up your chest to curl over your collarbones and down your back to where your arms are secured. You wiggle a little in your bindings, but nothing gives. Shinsou has clearly done his research. He hasn’t tied anything around your hips or legs, promising that that would come later with more practice. His dark tone sent a shiver down your spine, already looking forward to the “next time”.
For a moment, Shinsou just sits there, staring down at you, deep purple gaze slowly raking over every inch of your tied torso, as if trying to burn it into his memory. He reaches out a hand, slowly trailing his fingers up the red bindings between the valley of your breasts. His fingertips shift to the side to graze across the flesh of you breast, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He makes his way to your nipple and gives the now hardened nub a slight pinch and tug, making you gasp and arch your back.
He leans over you, face close enough that you can smell the mint of his toothpaste. “Colour.”
The deep timbre of his voice sends shiver down your spine. “G-Green.”
“You sure?”
You gulp and nod. “Yes.”
“Good,” he says before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss and positioning himself over you, easily spreading your thighs to make himself comfortable between them.
He brings his hips down to press against your heated cunt, and you can feel how hard he already is in his sweatpants.
Shinsou trails open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones, continuing to grind against your quickly dampening folds, making a very noticeable dark spot on the grey material. It’s only when you can no longer take the teasing and demand that Shinsou fuck you, does he pull down his sweats and pull out his dick.
A few swipes against your aching clit and a handful of thrusts with two of his fingers in your wet heat is all you get before you feel the press of his cockhead against your entrance.
“Real fuckin’ tight, kitten,” he grunts out as he slowly begins to push in, eyes slipping closed for a moment after only the first inch or so. “This turning you on that much?”
You can only mewl in response, squeezing around him and shifting in an attempt to take more of him in. Shinsou, however, keeps you still with large hands wrapped around your hips. He continues pushing in – at his own torturously slow pace – until he finally bottoms out.
He gives you a few moments to allow you to adjust, fingers digging bruises into your hips before setting a quick but steady pace, changing the angle of his thrusts midway to hit that special spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
“Colour?” he pants, pressing closer to you.
“Green,” you gasp, eyes closed tight. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”
Shinsou grins and brings hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, rolling the hardened little nub under his thumb until you’re hurtling off the edge. He groans, tensing and gritting his teeth so hard they almost hurt as you shudder and tremble around him. He tries to hold on, to make it through your orgasm so that he can fuck you right into another one. But you feel so good around him, and the sight of you so prettily tied up does nothing to help. Sooner than he’d like, he’s rutting into your still spasming cunt, spilling into you with a roar. Shinsou tilts his head back, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Once you both have calmed down Shinsou turns his lidded gaze back to you. You gaze at each other, not saying anything before Shinsou swipes his tongue across his bottom lip and leans down to press a gentle kiss against you parted lips. You attempt to deepen the kiss but he’s already pulling away, softened cock slipping from you.
You make a face at the feeling of your combined release dribbling out of you to drip down the crack of your ass. Luckily, Shinsou gets up and makes his way to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.
“That was… different,” you admit out loud, dazed smile on your face as you bask in the comfortable afterglow. “A good different. Maybe next time you can hang me from the ceiling.”
You hear all movement in the bathroom stop.
“That was a joke!”
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kinktober: day 8 | panty theft [mirio]
warnings: 18+
word count: 877
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Mirio opens the door to the locker room, shutting it soundly behind him. Leaning back against the door, he tilts his head back, eyes closing shut as he lets out a heavy breath through his nose, mouth set in a firm line.
You’re trying to kill him, he’s convinced.
When he had agreed to go the beach with a few of his old friends and former classmates, he expected a fun day of sun, surf, and sand. What he didn’t expect was to see you in the most eye-catching swimsuit he’s ever laid eyes on - equal parts revealing and flattering to show off the best assets of your body. He’ll admit he had a hard time tearing his eyes away.
Was this your way of punishing him for having a crush on you since your second year together at UA and never doing anything about it?
When you had bound up to him, an excited greeting on your pretty lips, and grabbed him around the middle in a tight hug he had to quickly excuse himself, slipping away with a stuttered, half-assed explanation. Smooth.
Heaving another sigh, Mirio moves towards one of the sinks and turns on the faucet. He bends down and splashes a handful of water onto his heated face, hoping that the shock of cold would cool him off and help get rid of his little problem.
He straightens up and gives his reflection a flat look. He can’t believe he’s out here popping a boner from an innocent hug like some kind of hormonally charged teenager.
He’s shuts off the running water and give his cheeks a firm pat with both hands, nodding his head in determination. Mirio’s made up his mind. He’s gonna go out there , he’s gonna look you straight in the eye and—
Something in the lower corner of the mirror catches his attention. He turns around, curious. On one of the benches sits your bag – he can tell by the colourful cartoon character keychain attached to the strap, a well-known favourite of yours since high school – and innocently poking out the top is a pair of underwear. Your underwear.
Mirio moves away from the mirror and towards your belongings, drawn to the frilly fabric like a moth to flame. Without thinking he carefully pulls them out of your bag and holds them in his hand, staring as though he’s discovered precious metal.
He nervously runs his tongue over his lips, eyes darting around the empty room, and with finality, heads straight for one of the changing stalls, holding the garment close to his chest like a guilty prize. Once inside the safety of the small space, Mirio takes a good look at the underwear in his possession. They’re cute, just like you – white, with blue horizontal stripes and a little bow on the front. Judging by the still slightly damp spot on the gusset, it’s a pair you’ve very recently worn. The thought alone has his him hard and straining against the material of his red swimming trunks, forming a very prominent tent.
Swallowing thickly, he brings the garment up to his face, pressing it firmly against his nose and mouth, and breathes in deeply. Your scent instantly overwhelms his senses, and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.
The exhale comes out stilted and shuddering, tapering off into a low, throaty groan. If your pussy smells this good, he can only imagine how you taste. Mirio can’t ignore the throbbing heat between his legs anymore and fishes his cock out of his swim trunks to give it a long, slow stroke. He’s so hard it almost hurts.
Mirio leans back against the stall’s door and begins hastily fisting his cock – he can’t take his time, as much he would love to; at least one person would start to worry if he’s gone too long. Precum beads at the tip of the flushed, sensitive head and drips over his fingers, making each pass of his hand loud and slick.
He lets out a deep, pleasured hum as he moves your panties away from his face and lowers his hand to wrap them around his dick. His imagination runs wild, scenes playing out in his mind rapidly, one right after the other. A particularly agreeable scenario is you in this very stall with him, on your knees between his legs, choking and gurgling around his cock as you struggle to take him down your throat. You would look so pretty with your lips wrapped around him…
His back arches, pleasure building, until he’s groaning and spilling his release into his hand. And your panties. He doesn’t even notice the mess he’s made until he comes down from his high. The cum-stained underwear sits in his palm, dirty and incriminating.
He startles in surprise, already beginning to panic. There’s no way he can put them back like this! Was he really planning on returning them, though? Mirio shakes his head. Of course he was, he’s no thief! Well, he was no thief...
With no other choice, he cleans himself up and tucks your soiled panties into the pocket of his swim trunks. It’ll be better for you to think you’ve misplaced them than learn of what he did.
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kinktober: day 19 | thigh fucking [shigaraki]
warnings: 18+
word count: 868
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Absolute territory.
You have no idea the hell those words are supposed to mean but when you show up at the League hideout, it’s all Shigaraki can say when you’re around, red eyes zeroed in on your stocking-clad legs with an intensity that has you shifting uncomfortably. When you can still feel his gaze on you hours later, you start to think that maybe a skirt and thigh highs weren’t the best outfit option. He’s supposed to be your leader. And a leader can’t lead if he’s too busy ogling you.
The last straw for him is apparently during a meeting when you uncross your legs to discreetly cross them again. Shigaraki suddenly stands up from his seat at the bar and stalks off, but not before shooting you a look that is crystal clear: follow me.
With a nervous glance around the room (you pointedly ignore the smirk that Dabi is giving you) you excuse yourself. “Uh… be right back.”
You slip off of the bar stool and hurry in the direction Shigaraki went. The hallway is empty, so you go to check his room a few doors down. Geez, if he wanted to talk to you in private so badly, he could at least wait for you to catch up!
The moment you open the door to his room and take a step inside, hands land on the swell of your hips. You let out a yelp loud enough for the entire building to hear, and slap your hands over your mouth, face hot with embarrassment. You attempt to turn around but the hold on you keeps you rooted to the spot.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” a voice growls behind you, full of accusation.
“Doing what?” you ask once your heart stops trying to beat out of your chest.
“This,” Shigaraki says, lifting the hem of your already short skirt with pinched fingers. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“No, I don’t!” you reply, snatching your skirt out of his two-finger hold and firmly pulling it back down so you’re no longer flashing the empty room.
“So, what. You just enjoy prancing around in a skirt so tiny everyone can tell what kind of panties you’re wearing?”
You shoot a glare over your shoulder. Why does your boyfriend have to be such a jackass?
“Absolute territory…” he mutters to himself again, paying your irritation no mind. Shigaraki sounds a little in awe as he unashamedly gropes the sliver of exposed skin between the tops of your stockings and the bottom of your skirt. “A critical hit… That’s not fair.”
There goes that phrase again.
“What does ‘absolute territory’ mean, anyway?” you ask.
Shigaraki purposefully squeezes the softness of your thighs, focusing mostly on the naked skin.
“What, my legs?” you ask, confused as you look down. What’s so special about your legs all of a sudden?
“No, this.” He pinches your thigh, right above your stockings
Understanding dawns on you. He’s talking about the exposed skin between your skirt and stockings. “So that does something for you, huh?” you chuckle, amused. He’s seen way more skin than this on plenty of occasions. Less really is more, you guess.
Instead of answering, Shigaraki fiddles with the button of his pants. You can hear the distinct sound of a zipper being yanked down.
“Let me…” he whispers, the rest of his sentence falling away into a groan. His hands are fastened to the swell of your hips, pinkies raised, and he’s pulling your ass flush against his hips, resting his chin on your shoulder. “…your absolute territory…”
You can feel him – hot and stiff – pushing between your thighs. Experimentally, you squeeze your thighs together as tight as you can manage. Shigaraki lets out a moan of appreciation and rocks against you even harder. He can feel the heat of your pussy through your panties against him with every thrust. It makes him want to rip them down, bend you over and fuck you right then and there…
No! He’s on a mission. He can’t afford to lose focus.
Shigaraki wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you closer, his chest pressing into your back. His precum quickly coats the insides of your thighs, easing each eager thrust and creating a hot, slick friction that has Shigaraki’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Shit,” he curses harshly under his breath. It hasn’t even been five minutes yet. “…shit.”
He hadn’t cum this early since the very beginning of your relationship, but the overwhelming pleasure distracts from any possible shame.
You feel his cock twitch and his movements slow down until he draws back enough so that the head of his dick is sandwiched between your soft thighs, and cums sticky white ropes all over the insides of your thighs.
You look down as Shigaraki pulls away to see that your thighs aren’t the only things stained white.
“Hey, I just bought these!” you complain, tugging the ruined stockings away from your skin.
“Stop bitching. I’ll get you another pair,” he says, waving you away as he stuffs himself back into his pants. He turns to you, grinning. “As many as you want.”
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kinktober: day 18 | lingerie [iida]
warnings: 18+, semi-public sex
word count: 1.8k
a/n me: i don’t really write for iida, i dunno his character just doesn’t really speak to me. also me: *not only writes for iida but makes his entry the longest i’ve written so far* 🤡
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Tenya Iida is a very busy man, as one would expect from a pro hero running his very own agency. Not that you’re not proud of your husband – there isn’t a happier spouse in the world than yourself. But it does get lonely when he has to stay at the agency office late almost every other night. You especially hate it when your time alone with him, scarce as it is, is interrupted by an important call or some villain attack. So, it’s no wonder that you begin to feel a little… neglected. And it’s a problem that you’re determined to fix.
You hum happily to yourself as you step out of the shower, grinning widely at the special outfit you have laid out on your bed. This plan is foolproof, you think to yourself as you get dressed. If this doesn’t get Tenya to pay attention to you, nothing will. The finishing touches is a pair of heels and the long, tan trench coat that Tenya got you for Christmas last year.
With one last onceover in your full length mirror to make sure nothing is out of place you head out for the Ingenium Agency. You’re greeted by the bubbly receptionist with a smile when you walk through the large glass doors of the agency.
“I’m here to see my husband,” you explain.
She’s already picking up the phone on her desk. “I’ll give him a call and let him know.”
You put out a hand to stop her, tittering nervously when she gives you a concerned look. “No need! I-It won’t take long – a quick in and out.”
She regards you curiously for a moment before breaking out into a sunny smile. “Of course!”
You thank her and quickly make your way towards the elevators, heels clacking on the tiled floors with every step. Once the elevator doors close shut and you feel it begin to ascend, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Before you know it, the elevator comes to a stop, pinging to let you know you’ve reached the top floor, and slowly opens its doors.
Iida – thankfully - has almost the entire floor to himself, with just one other, smaller office closer to the elevator. The door is closed and you’re hoping that means they’re still vacant, Iida’s been meaning to hire a new personal assistant for the longest but never gets around to it. His own behemoth of an office sits all the way at the back of the building. You have to stop yourself from running towards the large polished wood door in your excitement.
Without knocking, you open the door to his office as silently as possible and poke your head inside. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be particularly busy. He’s sitting at his desk, large and imposing just like the man himself, nose buried in one of the many books that line the walls behind him. You’re hoping that your little surprise is more interesting than whatever that dusty old tome has in it.
Iida glances up at you for a second before going back to reading. It takes a few seconds for him to realize what he just saw, and he does a double take, looking at you with wide eyes and uttering your name in surprise.
“Is something the matter, my love?” he asks, moving to get up but sitting back down when you motion for him to stay where he is.
“Can’t I drop by to see how my husband’s doing?” you ask, closing and discreetly locking the door behind you. “Besides, I’ve got a present for you,” you add coyly once you’re standing directly in front of his desk.
“You do?” Iida looks you up and down, searching for a box or bag but all he sees is you, hands folded in front of you. “Where is it?”
You bite your lip to hold back your giddy smile and move your hands towards the belt of your trench coat. You slowly unbuckle it, pealing open your coat to reveal what you’re wearing underneath. You’re dressed in a stunning little number you know he’ll love – all delicate white lace and ribbons. The soft fabric hugs your body in a way that flatters your body so well even you couldn’t believe your eyes when you had put it on. Best of all, it’s a very recent purchase so it’s a set he has never seen before.
Your arousal has made the already thin material of your panties almost sheer and Iida can just about make out the puffy lips of your slick little cunt. His dick twitches to life in his slacks at the lewd sight.
You’re not sure what you expected from your husband once you showed up to his office in nothing but lingerie and heels but the stony, almost-glare he’s giving you is very last on the list. You begin to feel self-conscious when he doesn’t react, shrinking into yourself under his intense gaze. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…
Just as you’re about to cover up, face burning with embarrassment, Iida stops you and beckons you closer, pushing out his chair. Unsure, you walk around the wide expense of his desk to stand directly in front of him, fidgeting nervously with the sleeves of your coat.
Iida to face you, silently regarding with the same blank, controlled expression.
“Did anyone see you... like this?” he asks, adjusting his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His voice is low and strained, and he hopes you don’t think it’s out of anger. Anger is the furthest emotion from his mind right now. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not bend you over his desk and fuck you senseless.
You shake your head. “No, I don’t think so.” You made sure that your coat was secured and fastened properly so that no one would catch even a glimpse of what’s underneath – you think you’d die of embarrassment if someone caught on to what you had planned.
He gives a short nod, seemingly satisfied with your answer.
“Well,” Iida says, clearing his throat. “You said this was my gift, stop hiding and let me see you.”
Perking up instantly, you shrug the coat off, allowing it to fall into a heap on the floor. Iida shifts his legs apart and you immediately step between them. You see that he’s not as unaffected as he’s putting on. But before you can comment on the tent he’s pitching, Iida turns your around and sits you on his lap, pressing your ass right up against his straining cock.
He fiddles with the lacy strap of your bra, moving his hand down to cup and squeeze your breast, drawing a quiet whimper from your parted lips. His hand slips further down, across your tummy and down between your thighs, the other goes under your thigh to lift it up and spread you open even more. With a hum, he pets your soaked cunt, rolling your engorged clit over the material of your panties, saturated and sticky with your arousal. The cool air against your soaked flesh makes you shiver in Iida’s hold, pressing back against his broad chest. You moan, thighs closing around his hand, before he pries them open again, commanding you to keep them spread.
“What brought this on, my love?” Iida asks, bending his head to press kisses against your neck and jaw. He pulls your panties to the side, and dips two thick fingers into your wet heat all the way up to the third knuckle. You groan, back arching as you clench tight around the intrusion.
“Mm… I m-missed you,” you reply, just a hint of a pout in your voice. “You’re hardly home anymore.”
“So, all of this is… what? A ploy for my attention?” He continues to fuck you open with his fingers, wet squelch every time he bottoms out. “Have you been that needy?”
You don’t answer, too busy enjoying the feel of Iida’s fingers massaging your walls. You’re never able to reach as deep as he does with your own fingers.
Iida slides his fingers out and delivers a quick spank to your clit that has you keening. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes, Tenya. Please!”
You whine when he pulls his wet fingers away to grip your other thigh.
“Help me out, sweetheart. I would, but my hands are full.” He gives your thighs a squeeze.
You reach underneath you and nearly pop the button off in your haste, tugging down the zipper and reaching inside to pull his cock out. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, thick enough that you almost can’t wrap your hand around it fully. You purr in satisfaction as you collect the glob of precum beading the tip and use it to slide your hand up and down his turgid length.
“Be a good girl and put it in,” Iida mutters in your ear, readjusting his grip on your thighs and lifting you up slightly.
You line up the head of his dick with your eager little cunt and as soon as you manage to fit the head in, Iida’s pushing his hips upwards while lowering you down, wasting no time to spear you on his cock.
You don’t know whether it’s the angle or the fact that he hasn’t fucked you properly in a while, but you’re so full you swear you can cum from this alone.He starts up a quick pace, fucking up into you with all the pent up frustration he’s been holding in. It seems you’re not the only one affected by his long absences.
“Harder,” you beg, voice high and reedy.
He is more than happy to oblige, each hard thrust paired with the loud smack of skin on skin contact. The blunt head of his dick kisses the tip of your cervix and you nearly black out.
“T-Tenya, please.” You slide a hand between your legs, swirling your fingers messily around your sensitive little clit. “Please, please, please...!”
You feel the familiar heat building up in the pit of your stomach and you throw your head back, grinding your hips down even harder. You can’t believe you’re close already.
“Cum,” he orders, bouncing you on his dick until you cream all over him, ruining the expensive silk slacks of his suit. Not that it’s a concern for either of you at the moment.
Your body sags, and you lean heavily against Iida’s chest, completely spent but more than satisfied. You don’t even realize that Iida hasn’t cum yet, that he’s still hard inside your spasming little pussy.
You cry out when he starts up again seconds later, pussy too sensitive from your intense orgasm. Whining, you beg for him to slow down, give you a chance to rest and collect your senses but your pleas fall on deaf ears.
You wanted his attention so badly? Well, you’ve got it.
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kinktober: day 9 | begging + orgasm denial [overhaul]
warnings: 18+
word count: 897
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The slick sound of a dildo being worked in and out of your body is drowned out only by the sound of your pants and moans. You tremble and squirm on the silky soft sheets of Overhaul’s bed as the man himself watches from the chair positioned at the foot of the bed with a perfect view of your body laid out before him.
While you’re stripped bare and naked, he’s still fully dressed in his usual attire, save for his feathered jacket which hangs over the back of his chair. The sleeves of his black dress shirt are rolled up to expose his muscular forearms. As if that wasn’t enough to tease you, he also has the first two buttons undone to give a peak of pronounced collarbones and a broad chest. One gloved hand is propped up on his knee, balled into a fist under his chin as he eyes you under lowered lids.
“Stop.”
At the sound of his deep voice, your hand immediately stops moving, leaving the toy halfway inside your still clenching hole.
Despite the seemingly bored look on his face – from what you can see anyway, the lower half of his face is covered in a black dust mask – Overhaul is deeply engrossed in the scene playing out in front of him (if the prominent tent in his slacks in anything to go by).
A few seconds pass without another word from him while you keep up eye contact, as per his demand when you started this little game.
After another moment Overhaul leans back, crossing one leg over the opposite knee and folding his hands in his lap. “Continue.”
Right away, you begin working the toy in and out of you, keening loudly as the renewed pleasure makes your head spin and your toes curl. You really hope he’ll let you cum this time. What he’s been putting you through for the past hour should be considered torture.
Not even ten seconds later he’s commanding you to stop again.
Letting out a frustrated groan, you still your movements, chest heaving with each ragged breath. You allow your head to roll back, eyes closing as you try to calm your body. With how worked up you are, you don’t doubt that you can cum right now from a particularly strong breeze but that would warrant a punishment that you’re in no mood for.
“Look at me.” There’s an annoyed edge to his words.
It takes a significant amount of energy to lift your head up. Dazed, unfocused eyes meet the impassive golden stare of the yakuza leader.
“Remember Angel,” Overhaul says, not so subtly adjusting his erection. “Eyes on me or we stop, and you don’t get to cum for the next week.”
Shuddering – because you know he has no problem fulfilling that promise – you bob your head in a slight nod and readjust your hold on the toy, obediently awaiting his next command to continue.
When it comes you gladly follow his instructions, setting a slow, measured pace so as to not accidently overwhelm yourself and bring your fun to an end. Overhaul doesn’t seem too pleased, however.
“Faster,” he orders in a low growl.
With a huff, you obey but he still isn’t satisfied and continues to order you to fuck yourself faster and harder until you’re pistoning the dildo in and out of your sopping cunt, legs trembling and spread wide. You let out a pathetic little sob out every time it hits that special spot deep inside of you.
You can feel your end beginning to creep up on you and you want nothing more than to throw your head back and fuck yourself to a creamy, wet orgasm, but you dare not take your eyes off of Overhaul.
You’re close. So, so close. You pray that he’ll have mercy on you. Just a little more, you need just a little more and you’ll—
“Stop.”
You cry out in frustration; loud enough that you’re sure the others in the compound heard but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
Overhaul watches you, thin eyebrows raised in clear enjoyment of your frustration. Sadistic bastard.
“Do you want to cum?” he asks, as if the answer to that question isn’t written clearly on your face.
“Yes!” you nearly shout, eyes wide and pleading.
His next command is simple. “Beg. And make it convincing,” he adds offhandedly.
“Please, sir,” you whimper, voice and body trembling. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do anything you want, please!”
From the way his eyes wrinkle in the corners, you can tell he’s smirking beneath his mask. “Continue.”
You start back up at the same rough pace you left off with in the hopes of appeasing him. When he instructs you to touch your clit, you gladly begin rubbing the hard, little nub, naively believing it to be a sign that he’ll allow you to cum this time. You’re already moaning out your thanks, dopey grin in place as you bite your lip and swirl your fingers faster.
You really should know better.
“Stop.”
“Noooo,” you whine. Your mounting frustration is beginning to be too much, and you can’t stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks.
“Don’t pout, Angel,” Overhaul coos, cruel and mocking. “Be good for me and I promise I’ll give you what you want.”
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