💪Notes: I just love this man and I wish he were real. My brainrot for this ball of sunshine is still not cured. Also, I don't think this needs to be said but just in case, Mirio doesn't use his quirk through all this because it goes in with the degradation kink! Just think about it lol.
⚠️ TW's: Aged Up Characters, Switching Between Reader and Mirio's Perspective, Public Sex (Railway Car), Slight Age Gap (Reader Early 20's College Student, Mirio Late 20's - Early 30's Pro-Hero), Possessiveness, Big Dick, Frotteurism, Slight Cock Warming, Groping, Foreplay, Dirty Talk, Praise, Marking/Biting, Teasing, Slight Edging, DubCon/NonCon, Unprotected Sex, Fingering (F! Receiving), Slight Manhandling, Degradation, Slight Choking (F! Receiving), Slight Anal Play (F! Receiving), Exhibitionism, Size Kink, Begging Kink (?), Doggy Style (Standing Up), and Creampie.
Summary: Reader is a horny slut that likes to wear short skirts to brush their bare thighs and ass up against random strangers on the train every. single. day. You always pick a target that suits your tastes and today you just so happened to spot a slightly older muscular, blonde man who you pick to be your next toy in satisfying your sexual desires. But little do you know it's Pro-Hero Lemillion and he doesn't mind teaching such a cute little pervert like you what could happen from doing such dangerous activities.
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You tried to keep calm and act as though you were an innocent little bystander just trying to pass through the tight knit crowd on the train. People pressed shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, heavily breathing onto one another as they apologized for the unwanted closeness, but not you. You enjoyed this kind of scenario, just made it easier to do what you had planned for yourself every. single. day. You squeezed pass people you found uninteresting, but still took the opportunity to flaunt around in your cropped beige v-sweater with nothing underneath, showing off your perky nipples through the soft fabric and your short brown plaid skirt hugging your voluptuous ass as the lilac thong you purposely wore for this occasion that strung snuggly to your hips peaked out at the top hem of the skirt. You LOVED rubbing your ass along men's free hands, wanting to feel a stranger's touch on your body for the sheer titillation of it. You would pout when they would move away out of politeness, but the ones who stayed glued to where they stood and allowed you to push your plump, soft cheeks along their hardworking hands- those were the ones who made butterflies form in your stomach and got your cunt leaking.
'Honestly, letting a slut like me just rub on you like this...disgusting.' you would whisper to the pitiful, introverted business men you would encounter.
Once you would get off the train though you would rush to the nearest public restroom and finger yourself to the idea of one of those pathetic men actually getting the courage to grope you themselves or even follow after you once you got off the train and scurried to the public restrooms, hoping they'd use you like the naughty girl you were- but they never did.
'Boring...' you would think to yourself as you washed your own juices from your hands at the sink and examined yourself in the mirror before leaving fully unsatisfied yet again for what felt like the hundredth time.
However, today you felt like it would be different and that was because you wouldn't be going after useless business men. You wanted someone who would have the courage to give you what you craved. You were going to go after a different type of male on the train today, one who would have no problem showing you who's actually in control.
You scoped the scene until you finally found a man that peaked your interest. You could only see the back of him as he was facing towards the window near the corner of the train's wall, but everything about him screamed dominant at you. He was dressed casually in a white hoodie, dark blue athletic shorts and beat up running shoes. He was tall, broad shoulders, well-toned and had an obvious muscular build. You shuddered at the thought of him easily picking you up in the air and being able to fuck you silly with no hesitation. You peeked up towards the back of his head, he had blonde locks where the bottom swept backwards and the top part would be arranged in a cowlick, you licked your lips contently with the thought of running your hands through his hair. You could see earphones poking out from his ear canal, such a great unsuspecting victim, you would think to yourself as you maneuvered your way through the crowd nearing the towering mass of eye candy you had your sights set on.
He was looking down at his phone, so you couldn't see his facial features, but that didn't matter to you. You were just waiting for a chance to accidently bump into this hunk of meat and see if he was willing to play with you. Seconds, then minutes passed by leaving you to just carefully stare at the massive man that loomed before you as he gripped onto one of the holsters that dangled from the train's ceiling to steady himself flexing his bicep and finally putting his phone away to leave a free hand hanging carelessly at his side. You were grateful for the extra given minutes to take the chance to really analyze his size and stature. His arms bulged underneath his tight hoodie that seemed to hug every part of his torso in all the right places, you swore you could even see his back muscles protruding out from under the thick material making you unconsciously gulped loudly. You gazed downward towards his muscular calves and back up to his butt, making your mind wander deeper into the dark, horny void that plagued your mind seemingly every hour of the day. Even while you were in your college classes you would rut against your own hand under the long desk or purposely graze your breasts or ass on a fellow male student while passing by to "find a seat" as you seemingly apologized genuinely. You would usually pick your victims by if you found them intriguing in some way, whether they be muscular, rich, intelligent, or just down right attractive.
The train finally made a slight turn and made your bodies sway, giving you an opportunity to slide your tender ass against the man's unoccupied large hand that lied relaxed at his side. You felt his rough digits twitch once he felt your smooth ample flesh hit the back of his humongous palm, but he quickly withdrew it from your behind. He didn't look back at you, so you assumed he probably brushed it off as an accident, but you wouldn't let this one go. He was far too much of a catch to just let escape from your grasp. You waited once again for your opportunity, but since the man had moved his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie you now accepted that you would have to rub up against his thigh, which you didn't mind, but you would just have to work a little harder this time. You pushed your cheeks up against his burly thigh with far more aggression this time not even waiting for a swaying motion from the train to make it look like an accident from your impatience.
Oh, no. You were going all in with this bet.
You were hoping to gain his attention and for him to finally get a clue about your main objective for this mischievous encounter by softly shaking your hips side to side causing you to rub not only your butt on this stranger's firm thigh, but also your drooling slit. Your facial cheeks felt hot and your stomach was churning from the anxiousness of being so forward with him unlike the other males you've attacked. Those times you just played it off as an accident with the train being too full of other pedestrians and you couldn't have helped it, but you soon realized this little action of yours would pay off as you suddenly felt a calloused hand gently, but firmly grab a hold of your arm and you were quickly placed in front of the man you were assaulting. You were now cornered between his thick arms as he rested his palms on the wall you steadied your back on. You looked up with wide eyes and immediately gasped as you held one of your hands up to your mouth in shock.
"L-Lemillion?!" you squeaked.
The pro-hero quickly placed a thick calloused finger up to your faint cherry lips, shushing you and whatever poor excuse you were going to try and feed to him. He looked down at you with a curious look in his round eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face- making your own glow in admiration as your body felt as though you had stepped into the comforting, warm summer sun. His oval blue eyes were enchanting, such a deep blue you had never experienced seeing before other than through the TV screen on the news or from your phone on YouTube from the many videos of him at meetings or even during crisises without his helmet, but seeing those beautiful bold eyes in person was on a whole different level.
"You're quite the persistent one. Aren't you, Sunshine?" he asked straightforwardly with his smile still intact and a caring light beaming off of him as though he wasn't just a victim of assault.
You immediately went red from head to toe and pulled downward at the end of your mini skirt trying to hide whatever shame you had left, if you even had any in the first place. Your heart was pounding loudly against your chest, ringing out louder and faster the longer you stared at the handsome Lemillion who you dared to try and molest on the public train. It confused you as to why he was continuing to smile at you as if you weren't in serious trouble by being caught by a pro-hero who had better things to do with his time than wait for the next stop to turn in some lowlife pervert to the local police. You mentally face palmed yourself for not being more careful in a city full of heroes, clearly remembering why you only targeted lowly business men again, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted by noticing the slight downward glances Lemillion would take down towards your slightly exposed chest from the v-line of your sweater and your plump thighs that stuck together with little beads of sweat trickling down them.
Mirio was casually inspecting your body up and down to his own delight. A cute young woman like you trying to play herself off as an innocent little ray of sunshine making her way through the afternoon crowd even though you had been rubbing that huge ass of yours on every guy's hand on your way over to the other side of the car, but then you stopped close to him. Why him of all people this time, Mirio would never know, but he wouldn't deny the fact that he was giddy such a naughty thing like you appeared on this train route daily and that you were finally trying to tease him into groping you in one of the many risqué outfits you owned. On top of it all, you called him Lemillion in that sweet, sexy voice of yours- stuttering. Mirio felt as though he were floating high above the clouds at the moment, but he still wasn't quite sure what your end game was. If you were truly just being a tease and wouldn't go as far as you presented or....
Mirio's mind trailed off, but it wasn't long til he noticed you were observant of his wandering eyes.
You really wondered if the bright and humorous hero, Lemillion, would really turn you in to the police department or....if he had other ideas in store for you? You decided to keep up the sweet angelic act as though you had no idea what Lemillion was talking about.
"I-I don't know what you mean?" you meekly replied as you glanced at the random people that surrounded the both of you.
He lightly used one of his hands to guide your face and focus back onto him. He used his thumb to trace your plump bottom lip and caressed the side of your face, the size comparison of his hand to your entire head was colossal and you could feel your pussy throbbing impatientily at what actions the pro-hero might do next as he leaned closer into you.
"Don't play dumb," he purred playfully into your ear tickling you with his warm breathe, "I've seen you doing this for weeks on end now, you little minx."
You drew in a breathe of air out of astonishment at Lemillion's words, he's been watching me for that long now? Was the only thought that came to your mind. You were disappointed in yourself for not noticing that you were being watched by someone, but at the same time you were overcome with the feeling of pure flattery.
The Pro-Hero Lemillion was keeping his eyes on you??
A light, feathery feeling came to surround your heart and it flowed throughout your body almost like magic, you could feel it all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You felt as though you were looking through rose colored lenses, but you quickly snapped back to your current situation as you still had to reply.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'll stop-" you started just to be interrupted by Lemillion's kind yet deep voice.
"Tsk tsk" he teased, "Lying's no good, sweetheart."
He quickly closed whatever little space was left in between the both of you, making it almost impossible to breathe or escape as your boobs pressed up against his ribcage and his pecs were so close to your face you wanted to scream like an erratic fangirl. You swore you heard him curse about how big your assets were, making your head turn to the side to try and hide your face as you embarrassedly bite your bottom lip as you felt his digits creep up your succulent thighs to the hem of your skirt slowly hoisting it up, grazing his skin sensually across yours-making you shudder.
"Should I give you a lesson about what could possibly happen when cute young women like you play these types of dangerous games?" Lemillion's words darkened as he swiftly turned your body around so you would now be facing the wall and window of the train as he slid you further into the corner, rubbing his lower half on you to make you acknowledge the huge bulge forming in his shorts.
You could see your face in the reflection of the train's window wearing a curious grin as a reddish heat covered your cheeks and ears.
"Please teach me a lesson, Lemillion..." the words rolled off your tongue sheepishly, but no one could miss the libidinous undertones behind your voice no matter how virtuous you acted.
Your heart pitter pattered at the anticipation of Lemillion's touch and what he would possibly do to punish you for your lewd crimes as you held your hands up against the glass for support. You could feel the cool air on the train hit your bare ass when the pro-hero finally lifted up your plaid skirt over your hips, exposing the skinny lilac string that was being hidden between your plush cheeks. One of his hands traced the lining of your thong to your hips while the other hand cupped one of your ass cheeks and rubbed on it roughly while being generous enough to give you some light smacks, causing a shocked gasp to escape from your mouth just to be covered by the hand that was tracing your skimpy underwear.
"Are you trying to get other people's attention? Not that I mind....as long as they only watch." Lemillion stated almost possessively as he soothed the ass cheek he had been slapping in the carress of one of his scarred hands.
"Hahh, I'm not t-trying to..." you denied still stifling to hold back a moan through hot panted breathes.
"Then you have to try and keep your voice down better than that." Lemillion sung as he gave you one last light slap to your ass making it ripple in his palm as he watched with thirsty eyes.
The feeling of his rough appendages running up and down your body, exploring every nook and crevice of your skin sent shivers down your spine. Lemillion wasn't leaving a single area on your glorious figure untouched, it was obvious he was taking his time and enjoying every little erotic sound that left your slutty mouth. His hands were so enormous, every time he took a grip on your body you felt so tiny and helpless against his touch. The feeling of his firm abs rubbing against your back was heaven, the way his burly arms curled around you vastly made your heart flutter. You could feel your core aching and pulsing like a heartbeat every time his hand would drift lower and graze your soaked needy slit just to go right back up to your hip or go even further to play with your chest.
"You're this wet already? You really enjoy a complete stranger doing whatever they want to you?" he grunted into the crook of your neck as he curled over your body rocking his hard-on into you.
"I can't help it when you're touching me like this-!!" you mustered out fraily, looking down towards your chest.
"It could be any one of these other men on this train touching you like this though, huh? You'd still get wet like this for them, wouldn't you?" Lemillion pressured you to answer as your body caved to his motions and started rolling back into him.
You bite your lip at the harsh truth of his words, you would get wet for nearly anyone and everyone, but you'd never been this excited before. Not that it makes it any better, but right now in this moment, Lemillion was the only man on your mind. In fact, you didn't even know if you could go back to lowly business men or any other men for that matter after being used by a pro-hero such as himself.
SLAP!!
Another slap to your ass was initiated, but unlike the others from earlier this one was far harder, making your head dart back up towards the ceiling and tears appear in the corner of your eyes with an "ahn!"
"I expect an answer out of you when I ask a question, Sunshine." Lemillion demanded.
You hestitated, "I get wet for almost anyone, but not like this- I promise!!"
"What a good girl you can be," he hummed in satisfaction at your honesty, "if only you could act like this all the time."
Lemillion lifted your cropped sweater with his free hand, freeing your unsupported breasts and immediately grabbing them in the palms of his hands.
"Either way, you're still a huge pervert." he added nonchalantly.
You melted at all the degrading things he was calling you as he slipped in cute little nicknames here and there, such as suhshine or make remarks about how cute you were, but you didn't mind the bitter words that cut into you. You liked it, as expected of a slutty woman like me, you would think.
The unfeeling pads of his sturdy fingers tweaking your pebbling nipples as you let out heavy, rasping gasps making you shut your teary doe eyes from the pleasure and thrill of doing something this foul on a public train with the pro-hero Lemillion, something far greater than anything you could've ever dreamed of.
'Speaking of...' you thought to yourself trying to gain some type of clarity, wondering how much fun the said pro-hero was having indulging himself in your irresistible body unashamedly.
You looked up in the reflection to see what facial expression Lemillion was wearing, expecting a feverish and lustful glare through knitted brows, but all he did was appear in your vision with a cute boyish grin on his features with his tongue slightly sticking out upward as he focused on finding your weak spots. You felt your body jolt in ironic confusion at how he could be wearing such an innocent expression while doing these incredibly obscene things to you. The jump of your body captured Lemillion's attention as he finally noticed you looking at him in the window's reflection. You hastily looked away pouting, making him chuckle and your heart skip a beat at his exuberant laughter brushing past your locks.
"Awe, I'm sorry." he too cheerfully apologized, "Am I not being serious enough? Teasing too much?" Lemillion gently kissed the top of your head and got back close to the helix of your ear before roughly pushing your whole body up against the glass, even using one of his hands to hold your head against it with just enough force to let you know you couldn't fight his immense strength, "Just remember you asked for it, okay?"
The kiss to the back of your head threw your mind for a loop and the intense dominating energy radiating off of Lemillion didn't help that.
'Did he really just-'
You didn't have much time to dwell on it. Just as soon as Lemillion ended his warning to you the pro-hero removed his hand that was on your head to one of your hips and guided you to stick your ass out more towards him, just enough that it wouldn't seem suspicious. He hestitated for only a moment before ripping off the flimsy lilac garment that barely covered your precious intimates from wandering eyes and let it simply fall to the floor without a care by your feet.
"Sorry, even as thin as it was, it would just be in the way and I could always get you another pair." he assured gleaming.
Lemillion's right hand wrapped itself around to the front of you and started to fondle your cunt. Long fingers would spread your glistening folds while commenting on how easy it would be for him to just ram his cock into you right now just from how drenched you were in your own sweet, seductive nectar.
"But that would be too easy, right?" he murmured with his shining grin turning into a cocky smirk, knowing you both knew the answer to that question just because it was so easy to see and understand what type of woman you were with just one glance.
Nasty.
Almost down right promiscuous.
A completely sex crazed, pitiful young woman who just wants to be ruined.
Mirio knew what you wanted, that riveting and carnal build up of ecstasy that would entrap your body within the movements of his own. He would circle your puffy clit with the point of his index and middle finger, making you slightly squirm in the crook of his body that hugged you warmly from behind despite his corrupted actions. He found your reactions to be quite cute and unexpected, Mirio had anticipated for you to be more wild instead of shy and docile, like a little bunny. He still loved every minute of it, seeing your beautiful face turn bright red as you nervously shook between his arms trying to predict his next movements. The way you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together against his trespassing hand. It was all too much for him.
Yet Mirio couldn't let that adorable facade of yours trick him, he remembered all the other days of you parading around in short mini skirts or see through dresses and seeking other men's undivided attention. Desperately searching for unattended hands to nudge on like a needy little brat. His hand drifted further down to the entrance of your pussy and approached your dripping hole, teasingly inserting a single digit into your tight warmth, stretching it and making goosebumps appear across your effortless skin as you muffled out mm's. Mirio pumped his finger in and out of your deprived cunt, devotedly rubbing your inner walls, making your body twitch in pure bliss from finally being touched by someone other than yourself.
"Hey, tell me, what do you do after you get off the train every day?" he asked curiously.
Flashbacks filled your mind as you recalled all the times you touched yourself in a dirty bathroom stall, your moans echoing off the paneled walls.
"I-I'll go to the public restroom at that station and touch myself." you admitted.
"Wow! You can't even wait til you get home? What a naughty woman..." Mirio teased.
He leisurely added another finger because of your beseeched whines filling the small space you both occupied, like music to Mirio's ears and most likely other perverted passengers nearby. The messy wet squelching noises that shamefully left your constricting core made his girth uncomfortably swollen against the side of his shorts. How strongly your pussy was trying to suck in his thick digits was enough evidence to show just how much you'd been longing for a moment like this.
Feeling your tiny yet voluptuous form shake in pleasure from trying to reach the point of complete and utter euphoria just seemed like he was teasing himself at this point.
"More...." you accidently pleaded aloud as your cheek and bare tits pressed onto the cool pane of the glass that supported your body as your heated, heavy breathes fogged up the window.
"Ah, ah." Lemillion tutted as he continued to violate your insides with his wide index and middle finger, "Villians don't get to make demands."
A shockwave of butterflies hit you like a ton of bricks and your walls fluttered around his digits at this statement, to be called a villian by Lemillion as he was groping and teasing every part of your horny, yet piteous form made your climax creep closer. You could feel the knot between your legs growing intensely causing your knees to feel weak and start to bend inward. The control over your voice was becoming sloppy and hazy.
"Ahn-! Lemillion-" you alerted.
Lemillion noticed this and quickly used the hand that was still on your hip moved up to your upper body under your boobs to help hold you up as you apologetically looked up at his reflection in the sleek window, but he still wore his vivid signature smile.
"Are you feeling weak?" he questioned as he slowed his fingers movements to watch your reaction, "I can stop-"
"No! Please, don't stop!" you tried to calmly beg as to not attract any bystanders attention as you fixed your footing to the best of your ability in the small, heated space. Rutting your hips into his hand and forcing his fingers deeper into your heat, almost to his knuckle joints.
Lemillion used the hand he had been supporting you with to now pat your head lovingly. "That's a good girl," he praised as he continued to pump his fingers into you at his original pace and started to kiss your neck, making an unexpected "Oh-" leave your lips. It wasn't long before you felt a nipping sensation start to attack your jugular and felt his fingers curling and burying themselves inside of your sensitive cunt, making you seethe through clenched teeth. He tried to locate the tender, sweet spot that lied hidden inside your folds that would unleash the twisting feeling overwhelming your entire body. Lemillion trailed love bites all down your throat, leading the dark purple marks to your collarbone. You were almost begging at this point to cum, pleading that his fingers would find just the right spot so you could fully succumb to the high that was clouding your mind while dirting the pro-hero's hand-- when he gently knicked your clit with his thumb. Your legs shook with great intensity, nearing the peak of reaching your climax when Lemillion removed his fingers from your flooding pussy as you let out a heartbreaking whine.
"Why-!!" you sobbed, looking back side eyed at him as you couldn't turn your whole head back from the angle you were at.
You were swiftly silenced by the hand that lingered around your hip as it had speedily made its way to your throat. Lemillion grasped ahold of your larynx with just enough force to let a light burning sensation still your words as your airways constricted in his hands. One of your hands shot up to his, weakly grasping onto it knowing you could do nothing to stop him from choking you- you couldn't even fit your hand around his. But, even still- you didn't feel as though you were in danger, he was holding your neck just enough for a bit of air to get through to your lungs, but you still started to feel dizzy and your eyes would flutter from the pressure. It wasn't until you felt his leaking pre-cum touch your ass that you realized Lemillion had finally pulled out his girthy cock. It was only at this moment did you start to feel nervous and worried about your own safety.
'THAT'S suppose to fit in me?' you anxiously thought.
He put his cock in between your ass cheeks and would start to slowly try to rub his large member up and down before gathering spit in his mouth, spreading your ass cheeks with his hands, exposing your twitching dark hole, to drip his saliva down onto his cock and your asshole lubing you up. You shivered at the coldness of his spit touching such a dirty part of you and dripping down to your already prepared pussy.
He started to line himself up with your entrance as his other hand remained on your ass, you stood on your tippy toes to try and help which made a light laugh leave from Mirio's lips. You were being far too cute, way too desperate and eager for his dick to etch itself into your moist walls. You were barely even trying to hide your adorable little moans which was making leering eyes focus on you two, but it didn't matter to Mirio. It just made him want to fuck you even more, show them they could never satisfy a troublesome woman like you. He wanted to ruin you to the point where you would only seek him out on the train to ease your thirsting aches. Make you need and want only him because he was the only one fucking good enough to dick you down. Eventually Mirio would like make this into something more than just a sexual relationship, that is, only if you wanted to. He wanted to spoil you as a girlfriend in every way, bring you a bouquet of flowers, take you out to anywhere you would want to go or pick a snazzy joint himself to show you off at, tell you how beautiful you looked every single day and even more. First though, he needed to make sure you would only look at him- show you that you didn't need all these other strange men touching or groping you to get the excitement you desired. Mirio would give you all that and more if he could just have your loyalty.
Mirio rubbed his swollen tip against your slit, not noticing his breathes becoming heavier the deeper into thought he went while staring at your body. He put his tip against your hole and pushed forward warily, watching and listening for your reactions. Mirio truly didn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to give you what you were looking around for on this train this whole time. Just by your responses alone he came to the conclusion you just wanted someone to play with you, maybe put you in your place considering how much of a tease you were. Mirio bucked his hips forward and with a POP his tip disappeared within your wet, tightening walls. He clenched his teeth and seethed at the tightness coiling around the tip of his cock.
"Fuaaah-!!" you moaned out.
Mirio would slowly guide himself deeper into your cunt, you would shake every time you took another inch and he would have to take a cool breathe in to calm himself to not be tempted to just ram straight into you, pick you up and make a show for the entire car. But Mirio couldn't, he couldn't do that on your guys' first time. He wanted to be delicate yet controlling enough to the point you would like it. Mirio let out a breathe of relief when your pussy finally clenched around him at the base and his tip touched your cervix, his blonde pubes tickling your ass as his entire length nestled deep inside of you.
"You take me so well..." Mirio groaned as he rested his now free hand beneath your jaw, turning your head slightly to the side and up to meet his longing blue gaze, "Tell me have you learned your lesson yet?"
You looked at him in his eyes with a dazed look, you couldn't focus with his pulsing cock stimulating your sensitive walls Mirio assumed. You looked as though all you wanted him to do was rail into you and that you didn't care what you had to do to make that happen.
"Y-Yes, Lemillion-!!" you obediently answered trying to control the volume of your voice.
"Are you sure you understand the dangers? I want to make sure you get a thorough explanation." Mirio double checked.
"I'm- hngh! I'm sure-!!" you confirmed as you tried to twist your hips on his shaft, but Mirio kept you firm in place.
"Just remember if you ever want to do this kind of thing again-- I want you to think of me." he slyly stated.
He lowered his head towards your face and Mirio's cracked lips met yours, he noticed your eyes go wide at first until they relaxed and closed at the feeling of his sensual kiss. Sparks were flying between the two of you as your bottom half twitched, indicating how much you wanted him to move. Mirio fought off your advances and even his own temptation, he wanted to have you begging for him to pump his cock into you repeatedly. His tongue seeked entrance past your lips and you easily accepted him, entwining your tongue with his hungrily almost making him chuckle because of how captivating you were. Suddenly you turned your head breaking the kiss, taking Mirio aback.
You looked up at Lemillion tearfully, tired of the teasing. Your inner thighs covered in your own juices from how long your had been waiting and wanting him to drill into you.
"P-Please move-!! I want you to fuck me up!!" you blatantly cried out.
The entire air around Lemillion on the car seemed to change, instantly his hands went to your waist and his hips were bucking into you at immense speed, not waiting for you to get used to his large size any longer. He wanted to carve the shape of his cock into you mercilessly, make you remember this experience til the next time you see one another. You could feel his dick scraping your soft, inner walls with the few protruding veins that streamed along his length. It felt so good, almost heavenly yet sinful all at the same time.
"So greedy and impatient-" Lemillion huffed, "Such a spoiled woman."
That's when you felt a calloused, wet pad of a thumb touch your asshole, gently circling it. Your eyes widened, no he wouldn't..., you foolishly thought until you felt his thumb enter with slight resistance.
"Ahn-!!" you almost yelled out.
'Lemillion's thumb is-!!!' you thought to yourself, trying to get used to the weird sensation of a digit going in and out of your ass. There was a slight burning, but an underlying streak of enjoyment that was seeping into you which made it tolerable. You weren't even trying to hide your moans at this point and Lemillion wasn't stopping you.
"That's right, let everyone know how good I'm making this pussy feel right now." he grunted.
You took a moment to actually look in front you, snapping back to reality for just a moment, seeing a sitting male passenger just staring at you and Lemillion behind his newspaper. You could clearly see a flush on his face, without hesitation you licked your lips contently at the man making him shuffle. Your attention immediately went back to Lemillion and how his thick length was stroking your insides so precisely and filling you up to the point you thought your body would break. Your pussy convulsed around his thick, girthy cock as you were nearing your climax.
"Lemillion! Ahhhn- I love it!! I love your cock so much!" you exclaimed as you came with your tongue sticking out of your mouth and your head pointed up towards the ceiling, your hands and breasts up against the glass. Lemillion would remove his thumb from your asshole, but continued plowing into you and stimulating your sensitive pussy as he gripped both sides of your hips.
"How much do you love it? Enough for it to be the only dick in your life?" he questioned as your walls fluttered around his dick ready to milk him.
"Yes- oh fuck yes!!" you mewled with no hesitation.
"You're gonna give me your number after this right? Like a good defeated little villain, you're gonna listen to me?" Lemillion panted, nearing his own edging point.
"Y-Yes, ah- I'll do anything for you, hahh- Lemillion!!" you stuttered out in short stops from the constant prodding at your cervix.
Lemillion's hips stuttered into yours, but he continued to try and keep his steady rhythm-- biting down on your neck as thick ropes of cum strung out from his cock into your cervix and filled your vagina til streams of semen started to pool down your legs as droplets began to fall onto the train flooring, yet Lemillion continued to pump into you until he physically couldn't anymore from the sensitivity while licking at the bite mark he had made on your tender skin. When he was done, he removed his cock from your cunt, fixed himself quickly and pulled your skirt back down as far as it would go to try and hide the mess he had made-- the current cum that was leaking out of your used hole. Lemillion kept one of his huge hands glued to your hip, keeping you close to his body as he blocked the crowd from views of you. You clinged onto his hoodie, a tiny smile appearing on your features bashfully as he now acted like a gentleman. When you alerted Lemillion of your stop, he stepped off with you without a second thought- keeping his same position with you.
"Did you want to continue in the restroom for another round? Or did you want to come back to my place?" Lemillion asked with an innocent smile as his hand that was hugging your hip now grabbed one of your ass cheeks while the other hand held his cellular device waiting for you to give him your number.
warnings: none! just fluff and things i wish i could have w someone 😜
SUNA
late nights. communication. movie nights. lap sitting. hand holding everywhere you go. stealing his hoodies. failed baking nights that turn into ordering takeout. intense eye contact. loves to take photos of you to look at when he’s away for volleyball and misses you. constant facetime calls. washing each other’s backs. night drives. him hugging you from behind when you wake up early to surprise him with breakfast. surprising you with gifts. stupid nicknames. teasing.
OSAMU
shoulder kisses. mukbangs. surprise dinner dates. deep late night convos. actions > words. headpats. trying new recipes every saturday. kissing him for every sit up he does as a ‘motivator.’ bouquets of flowers. visiting him at work. lazy mornings. several ‘have you eaten’ texts. reassurance.
SAKUSA
soft smiles. silent ‘i love yous.’ bathing together after a volleyball game. candle-lit dinner nights. cuddles. lots of them. running away from paparazzi while holding hands. being his special cameraman when he uploads a new workout video. random slice of life photos throughout the day. hand holding in the car, always. playing with his hair to soothe him to sleep. kisses.
AKAASHI
cafe dates. asking you ideas for what he should write about next. traveling. aesthetic photos. furniture shopping. ‘this reminded me of you’ text. pet names. making a photo album with all things you related. early morning walks. your personal photographer. late night board games. hot chocolate on snowy nights. picnics. domestic mornings. he stares at you, a lot. good morning texts. book recs. listening to your rambles and rants.
KUROO
instant make ups. cheesy jokes. plushies. motivational words when you study. shy kisses. ‘would you still love me if i was an (insert animal)’ texts. surprises. bear hugs. late night gossiping. dance battles. kisses in the rain. horror movies, (except he clings to you the whole time). laughing until your stomach hurts.
The loser!Kuroo brain rot is real bestie 😩 Im just imaging bitchy reader going back to visit their family for a week or two, leaving our poor baby alone. And he's so pent up without being able to rail her every other day 🥺 ofc bitchy reader is yanno- bitchy ab it too but they're like whatever its not that long of a trip 🙄🤚
Reader coming back home earlier than anticipated only to walk in on Kuroo masturbating to them and going to town about how much of a pervert he is but our blushy baby is just like 😍 youre back
awww my poor baby 🥺
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cw: fem!reader, name-calling, masturbation, degradation, minors dni
kuroo isn't some kind of animal. he's always prided himself on his self-control. when you said that you'd be gone for two weeks to visit family, he knew he'd miss you terribly.
he just loves having you near him—the two of you study together, go out to eat together, watch movies together. of course, he misses the other stuff but kuroo respects you! he doesn't just think about your body, he's a gentleman!
but then he remembers how insatiable you are sometimes. always pawing at him when he's wearing sweatpants or climbing into his lap when you want to be held.
sometimes he wonders if you're taking care of yourself, humping your soft little hand to get yourself off. oh, but you hate getting yourself off. whining so cutely, begging kuroo to take over and fuck you already. it's one of the few times you use your sweetest voice with him. calling for him, "tetsu, please, i can't do it without you..."
and now he's hard.
it's been like this the past two weeks. kuroo's mind starts wandering, thinking about you, then he has to resort to fucking his fist. he wanted to wait, you were coming back in a few days. but he couldn't stop himself.
god, he misses you so much.
with a sigh, kuroo pulls his cock out. he's half-hard at this point, precum oozing from the tip. shamefully, kuroo spits in his palm and tries to replicate the warmth of your cunt. nothing could ever compare, though. if you could see him now you'd be disgusted, calling him all kinds of horrible names.
"jesus, tetsu, are you that much of a pervert? do you have no restraint?"
you'd be so mean, call him a "loser" a "freak" and the thought of it just makes him harder. you're such a nasty brat to him but he loves it so much. you become so good for him after kuroo's filled you with his cum. did you miss him? were you laying in your bed trying to get yourself off too? you'll probably be so tired when you come back to him. kuroo should give you a massage and pound you into the mattress until you fall asleep.
"fuck," he curses, your name slipping out of his mouth as his cum spills all over himself, shooting as far up as his chest. it was gross and he should probably get up and shower, knowing that he'd probably do it again while under the faucet, but gives himself a few minutes to catch his breath.
"really, tetsu? that's so fucking gross!" your shrill voice breaks the silence, scaring kuroo so much, he jolts up and finds you standing across the room, shutting the door behind you.
skin flushed and covered in his own cum, kuroo takes in your form. it's actually you—a scowl present on your face. "i thought you had two more days?"
"i found an earlier flight for cheap. was hoping you could help me unpack but turns out you're busy." your frown deepens. "you really can't help yourself, can you? bet you've been doing it this whole time. that's so pathetic, have you got nothing better to do?"
you don't stop to take a breath, pointing out the cum on kuroo's stomach and how he still has his cock out like some kind of deviant. and all your words are correct because kuroo can feel himself getting hard again.
you're interrupted when kuroo reaches forward and pulls you onto the mattress. before you have time to complain about being so close to him, you're underneath his much larger frame, getting kissed repeatedly. "i missed you, baby' he groans, tugging at your shorts so he could get his mouth where he wants it the most. "i'll do anything you want, just lemme take care of you..."
as expected, you melt in his touch. you definitely missed him too.
he’s never been a morning person—never claimed to be, really—but it’s not until you’re pulling his hands off your waist and letting the sheets slip from your legs that you truly understand how severe it is.
“stay,” he murmurs, a soft little sound that spills across the sheets. “just for a little while.”
and truthfully ’a little while’ sounds terribly appealing. the idea of staying here—of falling back to the mattress, coaxed by the vibration of sleep in his throat and the warmth of his hands and the ache of the morning sun—you’re more than tempted.
but you know better than to tell him that.
“i gotta get up.” you stretch over his shoulder to glance at the time, sighing as his arm reaches towards you. “and you do too, idiot. we’re gonna be late.”
he shakes his head, nose brushing the pillow, the flush of morning still heavy on his cheeks.
“i’ll get ready so fast,” he hums.
“and what about me?”
“you’ll be even faster, obviously.” you raise a brow in his direction, swatting his hand away as it nears your thigh.
“we can even shower together—save a whole twenty minutes.” you laugh—and perhaps you’d feel a little guilty about giving him the satisfaction any other time, but right now there’s a drowsy little smile spreading across his cheeks and a breath of laughter filling the air that nearly swallows you whole.
“five minutes,” you sigh. “you get five minutes.”
and it doesn’t even take a second of those five minutes for him to pull you towards him, knowing well enough that he’ll be making the same plea again the next time you get up.
because kuroo tetsurō—who burns under the rising sun and kisses sweet words into your cheeks and begs you to stay just for a little while—has never been a morning person, so, suddenly, neither are you.
Doms who force you to get on top and fuck their dick are an absolute godsend
Holding onto your waist as you bounce on their laps, sweat collecting on your brows and skin while you ride their dick, pulsating within you
"Yes, just like that. Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now.." they'll mutter, the sight of you desperately trying to get them to release while you chase your own high sending waves of pleasure straight to their core
Ever so slightly tilting their hips up once in a while just to see you gasp and go faster, the movement hitting you deeper because their sweet baby is trying so hard and is doing so good and they want to help you
And when you climax together, they'll pull you into their arms, rubbing your hair and the back of your neck soothingly as they sing praises of how fantastic you were before flipping you onto your back and pounding you into next Tuesday because you were so good for them and now you deserve a treat
Boyfriend Keigo that buys you fancy things and blushes red, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck when you tease him about how nice he is to you
"I just love you.. That's all"
Boyfriend Keigo who loves to cook for you, always trying to be better at it even though his dishes don't usually end up being edible because he wants to do things for you
Boyfriend Keigo who loves waking up beside you, the light hitting you just right as he pushes stray strands of hair out of your face, heart welling up with love
Boyfriend Keigo who loves sneaking away with you just to get a taste of your lips or feel you up because he can't keep his hands to himself
"God, you make it hard for me to stay decent"
Boyfriend Keigo who loves waking you up by eating you out, thighs over his shoulder as he takes his time savoring the taste, hands digging into the plush of your waist
Boyfriend Keigo who loves when you strut your stuff around, a feeling of pride and love washing over him at the sight of you, confident and hot
Boyfriend Keigo who takes you out on dates whenever he can, insisting on it even when you tell him to rest and recover
"Time with you will help me recover best"
Boyfriend Keigo who loves shopping for matching clothing because he saw a couple do it online and now he wants the same with you
Boyfriend Keigo who loves to learn every single thing about you and uses that accumulated knowledge to give you the best proposal ever
"You're the most wonderful person I've ever laid eyes on and I can't wait to spend every day waking up to your beautiful face. My love, will you marry me?"
Fiancé Keigo who loves showing off his ring and you, introducing you to everyone just to be able to utter the words 'my fiance'
Fiancé Keigo who loves helping out in the wedding preparations and wakes up every morning, counting down the days till the wedding
Fiancé Keigo who loves you all over again when he sees you walk down the aisle, tearing up as he promises to love and cherish you while also stealing all your ice cream forever
and then soon, Husband Keigo who loves to tease and take his time, marking you up while he has you pinned against a wall, legs around his hips as he promises to fill you up while you gush around him
"Gonna fuck a kid into you, princess, fuck.. so good for me.. "
a/n: Completely self indulgent. Keigo brain rot has set in so excuse me
you see a man hunched over a sink, splashing water on his face and in the mirror he just keeps chanting “c’mon babygirl you got this, c’mon babygirl, c’mon-” to hype himself up because he’s clearly going through it
He was going to have a talk at some school about stupid hero shit and he was nervous as hell. So he looked up ways to increase self confidence on YouTube and found one where it says to talk to yourself in the mirror. And he did, he would wake up in the morning and head to the mirror talking about how the day is when he hadn't even open the curtains, laugh to his mirror self about how many times you queefed after you had sex and whisper into the mirror about the super super secret operation the heroes are planning to arrest All For One.
The last straw was when he would talk into the mirror giggling at 3 am in the morning, like, bro 😧
Bakugou Katsuki
Stomper. Stomps everywhere he goes like his feet doesn't get hurt from all that stomping??? It only gets worse when the two of you fight and he's too much of a pussy to start communicating like a normal human being and lets out his frustrations with his giant stomping. And both of you live in an apartment and the unit below has complained more than 3432 times and the EMBARASSMENT when the door dings and the neighbour downstairs is telling Bakugou to quiet down ONLY THEN he starts stomping around harder in anger because he's mad why can't the neighbour mind their own business 🤠
Todoroki Shoto
Just because he’s born into a rich family and always had maids to keep his house clean, this man has no idea about the simplest little chore 😐😐 you were out with your friends for a day and came back to the house to catch him washing dirty dishes with just the sponge…no detergent…then putting the plates onto the drying rack with food scraps STICKING on it. Paranoia made you wash all your plates and shit over again, do not trust this man with chores.
Kaminari Denki
Yes yes, it may seem fun and all to live with him BUT his chaotic personality is seriously going to be the death you. There is no resting when he’s in the house bestie. Once, you said something about wanting to eat korean friend chicken and he literally bought plane tickets to south korea that was going to land off in two hours 😃 neway after eating yourself stuffed with chicken, he bought you to walk the great china walls just cuz it was close, then Russia and before you knew it, you toured the whole world and only came back after a year later 🙃
Tenya Ilda
Mans got some OCD and it is not those small ones. You have to place those decorations and knick-knacks exactly on their specific spot, not too right and not too left. And he thinks you have a memory quirk or something?? Cause naw. Then it slowly gets worse like you can't sit on the couch or you'll create an ass mark on it, can't eat the fruit on the table or he's telling you to get those that you've taken in the store, even when it's 12 AM in the morning. And you're fucking done when you have to tiptoe on the floor because you'll ruin the perfect amount of dust he just checked for 😑😐 You left him and his perfect amount of dust the next morning.
Dabi
Istg he's literally so fucking annoying his existence is probably just to piss you off. He leaves the last piece of the toilet paper roll instead of taking a new one just because he's lazy and what's worse is that the single last piece wasn't even whole, it's literally torn in HALF 😐 Also suffocates you under the blanket after he cracked a big obese-typa-fat bubbly shart and shoves his big toe after a day of sweaty socked feet into your nose when you're asleep.
Shigaraki Tomura
He does not clean up after himself?? There are wrappers, plastics, balled-up papers and used condoms all over the place and he doesn't even open the windows to let the air circulate. He also takes out the trash TWICE A MONTH???!! Like, no wonder Dabi moved out the first month of sharing the place with him. Anyway, you packed your bags when you saw an adventurous traveler cockroach wandering near his open, snoring dry mouth at night 😋😋
Gojo rarely has breaks from his lackadaisical demeanor, but when he does it always hits you by surprise.
one night, he's sitting there, your child sleeping so comfortably on his chest that drool dribbles down his shirt. Gojo randomly looks up at you with a straight face.
"thanks for making me a dad," he says quietly, "I thought I only had fun uncle potential, but-"
the baby gurgles in its sleep and gojo pauses. He waits a couple beats, until it settles back into deep slumber, the same placid smile on both of their faces.
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