he found you working in a run-down cafe in a worser part of the city, serving shitheads with your best smile to make enough to afford your crappy apartment a few blocks away. he watched for a while, expecting the childish feeling of a somewhat 'crush' to go away, but it persisted.
after getting you the fear of him, he practically forced you to go out with him, and despite your nerves and shy nature, he knows that you can see more than the scars and his villainous reputation.
one of the best parts for him was learning that you were a virgin. when you admitted it in his apartment, on his bed with navy sheets and a with warm face, dabi suddenly felt the responsibility of the world in his hands.
a cute girl like you being a virgin? he'd have to make sure he did this right.
which explains how he has you now, laying on your back on his bed with only you bra to over you. your legs tremble slightly where they lay on top of dabi's shoulders as he works his fingers into you.
"we're gonna go reeaalll slow doll." he says, voice soft with focus as his fingers curl up inside you. he grunts as he shuffles to position his cock to your pussy, before looking up at you.
"you ready?"
"i, i don't know."
"yeah you are. you're a big girl now, gotta learn to take cock. "
you brace yourself as his huge, pierced cock begins to push into you, stretching you out. you whine and roll your head back. dabi pauses an inch in, hooded eyes looking down at you.
"you okay down there? i'm not killing ya?"
"i-its, its fine."
"fine? my cock is more than fine, bunny."
you whimper as he pushes in a little more, and when he almost gets halfway in, it begins to thrust using the tip of his cock. he leans down and places his hands on either side of you as he does so, muscular body almost encasing you.
"d'you feel good?" he whisper.
"yeah."
"yeah? well, just you wait until you take the whole thing. then you'll go crazy."
tags: mdni smut, missionary, sex while otp, slight degrading
dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader
a/n: this is short n not the best but i needed to post something 💔 im alive swear
“Yeah, damn idiot has no idea what’s coming to him.” Dabi said into the phone, his eyes completely focused on you.
You’re on your back, sprawled out before the stapled man on a futon. Your legs are spread as far as you can get them, one of your ankles on his shoulder and his hand squeezing your thigh.
Fwop, fwop, fwop.
Each movement made the futon creak, the back post smacking against the wall with each thrust. The hand he held over your mouth did practically nothing when it came to silencing your sounds.
“One sec Shig,” Dabi said, taking his hand off your mouth to press the mute button on his phone.
“What part of be quiet don’t you understand?” he scoffed, his hand coming down to repeatedly tap your cheek. Not once had he stopped fucking you.
“Pretty mouth can’t shut up. Your head empty or what?”
You shook your head no, but god you were too far gone to really care about what he was saying right now. He kept a fast snap of his hips into you, his extensive length and girth making sure to fill every empty crevice you didn’t know you had.
“If you say so, doll. Be quiet for the rest of the call, yeah? Make a sound I’ll stop.” he reaffirmed.
You nodded frantically, biting your lips and covering your mouth for good measure. He unmuted himself but didn’t pick his phone back up, hiking both legs over his shoulder as he began to damn near jackhammer into you.
He bit back his groans and grunts well as he continued conversation, never daring to break eye contact with you.
As soon as you heard the line cut, your hand flew away from your mouth, letting your moans fill the room.
it was almost impossible to contain, with the way you were squeezing him so tight, holding onto his cock like it was the only thing that could keep you breathing. each throb of your cunt made the knot in his stomach tighten, blunt finger nails digging into your hips. the only thought running through his head was already?
description : the mha boys and pre-ejaculation x fem reader
「TOYA 'DABI' TODOROKI」
⤷ the league had hit an all time low: money was scare, meals were far and few between, the roof over their heads was slowly crumbling away. morale had dropped, shigaraki's absence was becoming more and more noticeable.
toga's persistent whining was starting to wear dabi down, each word acting like sandpaper against his delicate skin. dabi hadn't had a single ounce of peace and quiet for the past week each day was filled with orders, commands, requests, and any other variation of the word task.
he was a dog, doing things he didn't want to purely to ensure the smooth exposure of his dad - endeavor. each day went by extremely slow like nails dragging down a chalkboard, pulling each little nerve inside of dabi's already burnt down body, ensuring that he suffered - like he hadn't already suffered enough.
darkness swarms over the warehouse, filling each corner until it's almost impossible to see. hiding each and every secret that dabi kept from the outside world: his family, his hobbies, you.
his precious girlfriend, locked away behind a fake door, living in the shadows because her boyfriend couldn't contain his emotions, or the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most sought after villains in japan.
your life was spent in the shadows, the darkness that you had always been scared of as a kid was now something you found solitude in; the darkness was the only thing you had to keep you company now that you were with dabi.
the door handle to your hidden room rattles, your eyes widening, feet stilling on the ground. the pot of instant ramen in your hands almost tumbles to the ground before you gain your composure.
think, hide, wait.
dabi's instructions swam through your head like a school of scared fish, each word weaving itself into your thoughts before you took action - tucking yourself under the chair. it's not until the second attempt of the person trying to get in you hear the annoyed grunt, then a loud bang following it. "open the fucking door baby, it's jus' me,"
relief washes over you in thick waves, your body acting before you had time to think - like a hero - your hand grasping the handle. the door swings open, dabi's iconic grin meeting you before it fades into an annoyed sulk.
"why didn't you answer the first time baby?" his burnt hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. you swallow your spit, blinking up at your boyfriend innocently.
"just got-got a bit scared," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, an anxious habit you could never pull yourself out of. dabi just scoffs, leaning down to capture your lips in a much needed, desperate kiss.
his hands grip your waist tight, nails digging into your soft flesh as he picks you up as if you weighed nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, jaw going slack to let his tongue explore each and every inch of your mouth. submitting to him. letting him own you.
you mewl, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging it lightly, "missed you so much, been days," your words get swallowed by his hungry mouth, his hands sliding into the backs of your shorts to feel your bare ass cheeks - no underwear, just how he liked it.
"shut up, just let me fuck you," dabi kisses down your neck hastily, like time was attempting to escape the two of you. he lays you down on your bed, his mouth attached to yours as he slips out of his pants and underwear.
"off," he lights his finger tips, melting through the fabric of your baby tee and chucking the remains across the room, "shouldn't even be wearing clothes, should jus' be walking around naked. at all times, my bitch," he spanks your tits, catching your nipple on one of the many pieces of metal keeping his skin together.
his pierced dick rubs against your already soaked cunt, your shorts had been tugged off whilst he was burning through your shirt. you sniffle, "i-im sorry, it wont happen- nghh!" you're cut off by dabi slamming into you at full force, sliding his entire length into you in one go.
you scream, heels digging into his back as he sets up a rough pace from the start, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "da-dabi," you huff, drool pooling on the tip of your tongue. your cunt flutters around him, clenching down tight as an attempt to stifle his pace.
however, it forces a loud grunt out of your boyfriend, his hips still before he's haphazardly pulling out of you and cumming all over your stomach. "f-fuck princess, do-don't do that!" he growls, a weak dribble of cum running down the underside of his cock.
you giggle, "cumming so fast? leaving me unsatisfied," you pout, looking down at his now softening cock. "maybe shiggy could help me?" you wiggle your eyebrows before a loud smack rings out through the room you called home.
dabi's hand print leaves a dark red indent on your cheek within the first 2 seconds of him slapping you. his hands soon work fast to have you flipped over, his cock back buried deep in your cunt.
"i told you to shut up," dabi forces your face into the sheets, "don't mention that bastard around me, you know this dick is better than anyone else's," dabi lets go of your waist, leaning back as he fucked into you so fast his skin was sparking.
"be a good girl and take whatever daddy gives you."
「SHOTO TODOROKI」
⤷ shoto had been working far too hard even as a hero, he was working as if he was some machine that needed to earn its space in the world. his hands had been flying across the keyboard for hours now, the office was empty - every worker had left whilst shoto worked overtime on his paper work again.
calloused fingers pressed gently into the key caps in fear of causing them any damage - shoto had always been far too nice. too nice for anyone on this planet. his phone laid untouched next to him on the desk, screen down to avoid distraction.
he knew his wife, you, would be calling - calling to demand where abouts he was, why he was still doing this, to come back because you missed him. but you had to understand that the people who lost their family members also missed them, and thats why he had to fill the paper work out as soon as possible. to give people closure.
it wasn't that shoto was ignoring you, he could hear the vibrations coming from his phone, he could feel them shaking the desk ever so slightly he just, couldn't answer it. he knew what he had to do, he had to do this paper work before it was too late. even if it made you sad.
however he could only ignore the calls and texts for so long, you were his wife after all. it was a sad but long needed break, shoto's thumbs looking at the screen of all your missed calls and texts.
answer your phone hello?
do you even care about me?
fuck you shoto
fuck i wish i could fuck you.
answer me NOW.
fine
you wanna ignore my texts? i
ll js come to the office.
shoto's heart skipped a beat at thought of you being in the office, seeing him so unkempt and tired. he stands up on numb legs, making his way to the main door of the his closed off room to head to the bathroom, to try and freshen up. to look like the man you had fallen in love with rather than a damned ghost.
the door to his office flies open to show you, dressed in his clothes, eyes adorn with heavy bags from the lack of sleep - up late worrying about your husband; you spent far too much time worrying about him.
"sweetheart-" shoto's arms immediately open to accompany your tired body, holding your head close to his chest as he gently swayed the two of you to an invisible song. "you should have stayed home," his words are muffled by your hair, hands squeezing your waist gently.
"and you should have came home," you stifle a sob as you rub your cheek against his muscular chest through his button up shirt. shoto smiles, thumbs tracing soft circles on your hips as he feels the sheer force of the love radiating off fo you.
"you work too much, miss you so much," you sigh, pulling back from his chest to look him in the eye - dark purple bags contrasting the scarred tissue. your hands squeeze his shoulders, tension oozing out of his over worked muscles. "need to relax."
shoto chuckles, "if i had the time, i would darling, you know that," he cups your jaw in both his warm hands, hearts forming in his eyes from just how much he loved you. how much he needed you in his life.
"let me help you," your lips brush against his jaw, a thin layer of your spit sticking to his skin, "let me help you relax baby," you move your hands down his body, feeling each curve, each muscle he had spent years perfecting.
shoto tugs his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious frown, the office was empty sure, but it was still a public place. however he knew better than to disagree with his wife; a happy wife meant a happy life, and that was something shoto lived by.
your soft lips left a trail of kisses down his neck until you reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. your mouth parts ever so slightly at the sight of your shirtless husband, it had been days if not weeks since you had seen him naked in all his glory.
you sink down to your knees, palms sliding over his thighs before hastily undo the fly and button to expose his tented boxers. shoto's breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight of his wife doing something so crude - he couldn't deny the fact it was making his cock twitch.
"i missed your dick," the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, desperate hands pull his boxers down and you can't help but moan at the sight of his long, thick dick. you mewl, greedily attaching your lips to the tip and giving a firm suck.
shoto gasps, one hand tangling in your hair whilst the other reached out to stable himself on the door way. "b-baby slow down," he grunts, balls twitching in your palm, "fuck!" his hot cum is filling your mouth in seconds. theres so much of it that it's spewing out the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin.
"baby girl i'm-i'm so sorry," he leans down to open your mouth so you could spit his cum into his hands but you open your mouth to show it completely empty - you even lick your lips.
"you came so fast," a pout tugs on your lips, "but that's okay. round two when we get home?" you blink at him innocently, and shoto knows that it'll happen whether he likes it or not. he could never say no to his baby.
「EIJIRO KIRISHIMA」
⤷ kirishima's body is sore, covered in bruises of all different shapes and sizes from the combat he had been involved with in attempts to save the city against villains. red riot was slowly becoming more and more worn down until it was a demand that he be sent home, laid off his own damned job because he was too broken.
memories of the fights replay in his head, the faces of the people he couldn't save haunted him as if he were the only person to blame for their deaths. each and every blow to his body he could relive as if he were right there again, for the 3rd, 4th or even 5th time.
kirishima's body lays restless in your shared bed, limbs tangled in blankets whilst your shirt you slept in last night is bunched up by his face. wind blows past the window in rapid bursts, rattling the foundations of your apartment.
"just-just follow me, i promise i'll save you," sleepy mutters fill your shared bedroom, kiri's hands tightening their grip on your bare waist. sleeping with clothes on was something that neither of you felt comfortable in, the clothes created a wall between you - preventing you from being close and interment. skin ship had always been extremely important in your relationship, whether it be kiri's hands wondering down the back of your pants in public or you touching the hard expanse of his abs under the duvet.
"please, i need to save you,"
kirishima's fingers dig into your stomach as he pulls you onto his chest - dreaming that you were a civilian in need of help. reliving one of those awful rescue missions for the tenth time. "baby," you shuffle on top of him until your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.
"baby wake up," you yawn, tracing the small bruises along his jawline. "its a dream, nothings happening. 'm right here," you gently tap his face until he jolts awake with a gasp - red eyes full of fear as he looks around the room.
"oh fuck," tears well in his eyes at the memories that were flooding his head in violent bursts. kirishima hide his face in your palms, embarrassment emitting from his tired body in small waves, "so not manly."
"it's okay baby, shh," you press a soft kiss to his nose, "crying is so manly," a soft chuckle escapes your lips before you capture his in a love filled kiss. your lips slowly move against his, hands finding their way to his shoulders whilst kiri grabs at your ass like a desperate puppy. his tongue slides along your bottom lip before lapping up the minty taste of your toothpaste.
"let me help you relax, you've been so tense lately honey," you slowly kiss down your boyfriend's neck, his hardened skin rough against your plush lips. "soften up my handsome prince, let me take of you," your words hit the soft spot of kiri's heart as he immediately relaxes into your hands, letting you feel up and down his abs and dip into the waistband of his boxers.
"i love you so much," kiri nuzzles into your neck, his red hair tickles the underside of your chin as he leaves some sloppy kisses to your sweet spot. you mewl, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh.
"hurry, need to feel you inside," kirishima chuckles at your impatience but he complies, lifting his hips enough to slip out of his boxers whilst sliding your panties off your hips at the same time.
his thick, blunt rip rubs against your soaked pussy in a teasing manor before he pushes in, forcing you to take his entire length at once. you sniffle, sharp acrylic nails digging into his shoulders as you sit down on his entire cock. your cunt spasms, clenching tightly around kiri and he's so pent up that he can't hold back; hot ropes of sticky cum start to fill your womb before you even had the chance to start riding him.
your eyes widen, "th-that was fast," a giggle threatens to slip past your lips but you hold it back as kiri's eyebrows furrow in annoyance.
"that-that was an accident i swear!" his red eyes fill with annoyance and shame before he's pinning you to the sheets. his body turns solid, rock hard like a damn wall as he situates himself between your thighs. he bends your legs up until you're tucked neatly into the mating press.
"let me help you relax."
「DENKI KAMINARI」
⤷denki had been on 3 missions back to back for the past week, his entire life (you) had been flipped upside down purely because he had to work. even with all the protesting (one email) he still had to go, though he didn't go with out a damn fight.
a fight with no clothes, obviously.
denki had been following you around the shared apartment all day, pawing at his cock like a dog in heat. his eyes hadn't been dry either, damp with tears of desperation as he attempted to win you over. to let him fuck you into the sheets, or on the floor, he didn't care where.
“i can’t help it baby, i need you so bad!” denki sobs into your neck as he forces your body over the counter. your skimpy house clothes had been ripped off your body the second he made it through the door, pawing at his cock and demanding relief.
“please? i’ve been a good boy. i did everything you asked,” denki sniffles, damp eyelashes fluttering as he grabs a fistful of your hair so you’re forced to look at him. "cleaned up, packed my bags," he rubs his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to win you over.
“mommy ‘m need your pussy so bad,” his hard cock presses into your ass. "need to feel you around me before i go, miss you already," his fingers tingle with electricity.
“i’m cleaning. later,” you huff, trying to free yourself of the tight position you had been put in, “go jerk off. you have hands,” denki liked earning his place, especially if it meant you’d give him the praise he was dying for even if he had to withstand you being a bit mean.
“b-but,” his words a wet mixture of sobs and sniffles before he’s yanking his trousers and boxers down. “can’t wait. can’t. need you. need you so bad mommy,” his blunt tip rubs against your semi wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it around.
a sigh escape your lips before you’re gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white. denki slams into you with one harsh, quick thrust. “denki i swear to fucking god. pull out now," you grit your teeth in annoyance and in his defence, denki does pull out (and then slams right back in).
"n-no!" his cock twitches inside of you, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm his quirk gets slightly out of control.
it takes a total of 4 deep thrusts into your cunt before he's filling you up with his hot cum, hips stuttering as he sobs into your neck. "t-thank you mommy, thank you. thank you," babbles fill the air between you whilst you huff and push him off.
"really denks? couldn't even let me finish, pathetic," your nose scrunches in faux disgust as you turn back to look at him. denki's eyes well with a fresh wave of tears before he's pulling out and sinking to his knees.
"ill fix it, ill make sure you cum mommy."
「IZUKU MIRDORIYA」
⤷a class full of bratty children is the last thing izuku wants to deal with after an argument with his beloved wife. an argument which could have easily been avoided if he would have just came home earlier rather than staying behind grading test papers.
each kid seems to have it out for him, correcting him when he attempts to help another student with their english, or help someone over come a hurdle when using their quirk - it seems like almost everyone had it out for him.
his lunch box is half empty since his beautiful wife hadn't packed it for him like you usually did, instead he had to do it himself. chucking in what ever random shit he found in the pantry into his box and calling it a lunch. the taste of dry ritz crackers mixed with yogurt covered strawberry bites only added fuel to the fire of sadness burning in his stomach.
your husband's bulge fills out your phone screen as he palms himself gently, the sound of his hushed whimpers filling your shared bedroom. "please forgive me princess," izuku's voice is slightly hire pitched as he slips his hand into his waistband to pull his cock out of his underwear.
you moan, angling the camera down so he could see your wet cunt so he could see what he was doing to you. "f-fuck baby, so pretty. touch her for me. tell her i'm sorry for neglecting her," izuku strokes his cock 5 full times before he's emptying his load all over his pristine white shirt.
you let out a mixture of a moan and a giggle at seeing your husband come so ridiculously fast like he was some horny teenager that had never experienced anything other than his hand.
"s-see baby? i miss you so much, please let me sleep in the bed with you tonight." you roll your eyes as you watch him continue to stroke himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a tired puppy.
"just hurry up and come home."
「KATSUKI BAKUGO」
⤷ bakugo's intense personality was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him, the way he viewed everything as a competition meant that he was constantly striving to become a better boyfriend towards you. well, that's what you thought anyway.
bakugo's hands are dripping in blood from the bar fight he had gotten himself involved with during his time off. his time that he was meant to spend relaxing; time he was meant to spend looking after himself rather than the city. but bakugo was a hero he couldn't just let things blow under the radar purely because he was meant to be having some time off.
adrenaline thuds through his veins like his hand is to his heart exploding it over and over again. blood spews from his broke nose as he stumbles through the dimly lit streets of japan before he finds himself at the door of your shard apartment.
he raises his hand, ready to know, but he hesitates. bakugo. the katsuki bakugo hesitates. the right side of his bottom lip is completely busted, bruised and swollen from the criminals fake gold ring catching on it - if bakugo really focuses, he can taste the cheap metal on his tongue. before he even has the chance to do so the door is flying open, your grumpy stature filling his eyeline - when the hell did he knock?
bakugo's fist is still frozen in the air, wide crimson eyes staring into yours as he tries to find an excuse good enough for his blooded face. the rapid thump of his heartbeat makes it hard to think, the words coming out of your mouth are a muffled slur behind the rapid thoughts swarming his brain.
"shut up before you piss me off even more," his harsh tone strikes a sensitive chord within your heart because before you know it, your lips are on his. your tongue runs against his bottom lip, feeling the sore wound before you sink your teeth into it.
"what the fuck?" bakugo pushes you off with his lips turned back into a snarl, "why did you fucking bite me bitch!"
"i'm still mad at you even though you look hot as fuck being beaten up/ i hope the other guy won," you spit the words through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists of pure anger. how could your boyfriend be so clueless!
"don't you dare say such bullshit, take your clothes off," bakugo pushes you into the wall of the hallway to your apartment.
"what?-" "you heard me bitch, take your fucking clothes off, don't piss me off even more, or is that the only thing you're able to do?" his palm is hot against your chest, the tip of his finger pressing into the area between your boobs.
you narrow your eyes yet you still comply with him. you still do exactly what he tells you to, slowly slipping out of your sleep shorts and tank top. soon, a pile of clothes is forming on top of the shoes in the entry way, your fluffy socks being the final edition - like a candle on a cake.
"good girl," bakugo kisses down the side of your neck, "you can be a good bitch when you want to, hm?" his bruised fingers trace along your sides causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. you huff, turning your head to the side as he pinches at your nipples.
"shut up," you mumble, cheek pressed into the cold wall as he circled your clit just enough times to make sure your cunt was completely relaxed. the sound of his sweatpants thudding against the cold wood flooring, along with his shirt make your back arch in anticipation, your cunt throbbing in time with your rapid heart.
"take it like a good bitch and daddy might even reward you," bakugo snarls into your neck as he slams into you with one single thrust. you scream into the wall, waking up every single person in the damn complex. bakugo smirks, wrapping his hand around your face and sliding two fingers inside of your mouth. "hush baby, gonna wake the whole street,"
your pussy clenches down hard on him, and he grunts, fingers twitching inside of your mouth, hips stilling inside of you as the familiar sensation of your boyfriend filling you up with cum hits you. you bite down on his fingers, making him yelp, "did you just fucking cum in under 30 seconds?"
you wiggle your way out from underneath your boyfriend, slipping yourself around so your chest is pressed against his. "is that my reward? a bit of sloppy sex in the doorway? fuck off, you're so annoying. get out of my face before YOU piss ME off," you shove his chest and he growls, pressing you back against the wall once again.
"calm down baby girl," he guides your jaw upwards with two of his fingers until you're looking into his eyes. "let daddy make it up to you."
It started off as nothing more than a private dance. Nothing special, nothing crazy. Your guy was respectful, he was quiet, sat back in the gaudy leopard printed loveseat and watched what he paid you for. His legs were far and spread, a glass of something dark sat on his knee, his large hand barred over the rim, lazily tracing over his knee with the glass, the liquor swirling around at the bottom from his languid movements.
He watched you attentively, his eyes tracing over your curves and the way you moved to the song he requested, watched your body flow and gyrate so beautifully it made the whole scene feel more classy than what it really was.
And when you had finally turned around, one heel put in front of the other until you stood between his parted legs, he didn’t stiffen, he didn’t get tense or nervous, he just grinned a half lax smile, craning his head up to look at you properly. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you asked, glittery and glistening like a lace clad angel born from something corrupt and decadent.
He nodded, pursing his lips in a downturned smile, bringing the rim of his drink up to his mouth, taking a sip from it. “As much as anyone could watchin’ a sweet thing like you move.”
You were flattered, and not with the feigned bashful act you usually put on just to get an extra tip out of whatever creep you were entertaining for the night, but actually flattered.
You paused, eyes flickering between his until you suddenly bent down to straddle his lap like an agile cat, the pretty corners of your lips drawing up as you became face to face with him. Your knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck while you sat right atop his bulge, pussy barely covered by the flimsy excuse of a thong you had on.
Deciding to treat him to something you never offer to any of your other clients — access to touch you, to feel you. You heard the quiet but sharp breath he took through his nose, saw how the muscle in his thigh jumped, and you grinned, a stir of excitement beginning to ripple in your lower belly.
You rolled back and forth slowly, letting him feel your warmth envelop his denim covered cock, your clit throbbing at the friction that came with every little buck of your hips. His jaw came down tight, his head falling back with his hands gripped at his sides, one of which holding onto that glass for dear life, not daring to scare you off with his heavy handed touch.
But that wouldn’t do, you wanted him to feel you up, to continue appreciating you the way you wanted to be. You plucked the glass from his hand, setting it on the counter beside him, purposefully pressing your breasts against his chest. When you pulled back, you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over your hips, molding your smaller hand on top of his, making him indent his fingers into your flesh.
And then…
He had your cheek smushed into the armrest of the loveseat, two thick fingers hooked into your cheek, with his fat cock buried in your cunt, the obscene plap sound only barely concealed by the thumping music just outside the door.
The hot pink lighting in the room made the thong of yours he had wrapped around his fist sparkle, and he chuckled at the sight, tugging on it harder like it was a leash, slamming into you nice and hard.
“You treat all your customers like this? Let them have a joy ride in this lil’ pussy?” he asked through an airy grunt, sliding his fingers from out your mouth to curl all five digits around your jaw until your cheeks squished together, craning down to watch you struggle to speak.
“N-no,” you babbled tearfully, pretty done up eyes now smeared along with your lipstick, shaking your head through his tight grip. “Aw,” he cooed patronizingly, letting you bury your face back into the armrest as he buried himself in you, groaning with relief at the way your cunt fluttered around him. “Makes me feel real special.” he exhaled, slapping a calloused hand into the fat of your ass.
“How much extra to cum inside this little cunt then, sweetheart?”
Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, KENNY ACKERMAN, TOJI FUSHIGURO, Joseph Joestar (oldseph), Hol Horse, game! Joel Miller, Arthur Morgan, WORST UNIVERSE LOGAN HOWLETT, Dabi, Hawks, Javier Peña, Carmy Berzatto, Keishin Ukai, Dr. Franken Stein, Quaritch, JIRAIYA, NEGAN SMITH, Reno Sinclair, and your favorite husband!
a/n : pls accept this while i work on my next aot post >.<
