Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didnāt mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.
Youāre confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.
But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe thatās why you two and a few of your other friends didnāt join in on the whole living together fiasco.
As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.
Still you couldnāt be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why youāre confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.
Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.
Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldnāt help but feel a little agitated. He hadnāt seen you the whole week and as much as heād never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, heād missed you.
You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and youāve been friends ever since.
Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.
With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. āLong week?ā He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights heād have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.
Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldnāt do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.
āTake her home dude.ā Phil patted Technoās shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.
āAlright bun weāre going, weāre going.ā He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.
āTec!ā Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.
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You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether youād need to drop them at his.
Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.
āWell isnāt this a sight.ā You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.
āWhat the fuck Tec!ā You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key youād given him before slipping it back into his pocket. āDick.ā You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.
āExcuse you missy! I carry you home-ā
āYou drove.ā
āRisk my life getting you up those stairs-ā
āYou always take the elevator.ā
āAlmost die trippinā over the pile of dirty laundry-ā
āIt was one sock.ā
āAnd this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.ā He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose youāve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-
āThose better be for me.ā He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island youāre icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, itās not like heās not seen it before. Hell heās seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears thatās his shirt as he walks closer.
āYes they are Mr.Grumpy.ā You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you donāt expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.
Itās a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasnāt done it before, like itās new but it isnāt. āThanks.ā You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesnāt even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.
Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.
āYou missed the eyes.ā He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.
āOh right.ā You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, heās never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. Thatās how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.
āWhatās the matter bun?ā He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe itās just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?
āNothing.ā Itās a blunt reply but itās all youāve got, you donāt dare turn around. How can you? Then youād have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.
āNow I know thatās not true.ā His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. āTell me bun, whatās troubling you? The long week?ā
His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Technoās eyes darkening.
āI donāt know whatās wrong with me.ā You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadnāt felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.
You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what heād seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, āRelax bun, I got you.ā He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.
āWhat do you need from me?ā He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, āDo you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?ā He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, āOr do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?ā
He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over āOr maybe you just need a good fuck?ā It takes you a second to comprehend but his handās already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.
āMmmhmm, yeah, I think thatās it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.ā You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.
āOh god your thighs are so soft bunny.ā He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. āAnd this pretty pussy, I canāt believe youāve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.ā He chided playfully.
The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears heās never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.
He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. Itās as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.
He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Technoās hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.
āThatās it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.ā He hums into your weeping entrance, but youāre so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you donāt hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it youāre cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesnāt seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.
Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.
With one roll of his hips heās inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, heās already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.
Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.
His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.
Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.
āFuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that Iām giving you like a good girl.ā They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.
Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, youād happily have it everyday.
The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.
āPlease Tec, cum inside me!ā That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.
āFuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, Iāve got you.ā He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.
Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.
āSo fucking pretty bun.ā He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess heād certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.
āNow, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.ā He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.
āBut Tec you already-ā
āNo butās bun, youāve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. Iāve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and Iām sure she would agree.ā
Summary: [Dream SMP!AU]Ā Youāve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?
Warnings:Ā minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke
Word Count:Ā 4.2k
A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3
you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out
[c!Technoblade x Fem!Reader]
Warnings: SFW, Royal AU, Long Fic (15.6k words), Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn
Title: Swim - Chase Atlantic
Word Count: 15.6k (What the fucketh)
Authorās Notes: [REUPLOAD FROM OLD BLOG!!!!]
I would have made this GN!Reader, but the era and plot Iām going for requires a female lead :( sadge but Iāll do my best to make it engaging nonetheless!
This is the longest fic I have ever written (Again, 15.6K???????) and I didnāt break it up into parts to see how well it would do. Also! Big ups to @earthtooz who practically helped me make this thing. I canāt tell you how helpful it was having her along for the ride.
Iām actually going to collapse now that this is finally done./j
All of this is written in and is meant to be taken as the Dream SMP characters. There is no reference or inclusion of the streamers/Youtubers.
Summary: Your kingdom has declared peace and unity with another of higher power and wealth. As the long-standing tradition goes, you are to be wed to the eldest prince set to inherit the throne.
But, rumors of a curse that weighs on your newly betrothedās shoulders reach your ears.
You become determined to find out who he really is, not only for the sake of you and your people but for him and his kingdom as well.
Summary: A good afternoon fuck in which a little bit of an unfortunate incident turns into more fun.
Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, penetration (f!receiving), spanking (just a lil), f!ejaculation, m!ejaculation, no condom
Word Count: 1.9k
/Masterlist for others ;)
His lips were always so gentle, and soft as they brushed across your skin, leaving trails of small kisses across your neck and shoulders. Your arms were wound around him, one holding firmly to his back while the other hand trailed into his hair, holding onto it as you arched your body into his, head tilted back to let him reach as much of you as possible. Your legs were bent and up around his hips as his body leaned into yours, heavy and strong as he was careful not to press his full weight on you but still let you feel him against you. He was already hard and you were practically whining as you pushed your hips against him, needing to feel his length press against you, even if over the top of your pants.Ā
One of his arms kept him up above you while the other trailed down your arched back slowly, his fingers dipping beneath your shirt to let his palm trail back up your skin sending shivers of anticipation up your spine. You did whine this time, whimpering a little plea in his ear before kissing the edge of his jaw, trailing your tongue down his neck. He almost laughed, loving the way you sounded when you were so needy. He pulled his hand from your back and sat up a bit, gently pushing your chest to make you lay flat, giving him room to pull off his shirt. He did so slowly, your eyes drinking in the reveal of every curve of muscle across his stomach and chest. Your hands went to his pants immediately, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he helped you push them off. You bit your lip as you tried to reach for his boxers as well, tight on his hips and perfectly showing the outline of his standing cock. You wanted to see it, touch it, put it inside yourself to feel him fill you. Even beneath his boxers with it held against him the sheer size was enough to almost make you drool.Ā
He was quick to stop you, swiftly taking hold of your wrists to pin them above you, his other hand slowly tugging your shirt up your body.Ā
āYour turn,ā He said coyly, lifting your shirt to reveal your stomach and chest, his lips immediately on your skin once more, kissing slowly down your body as you whined and squirmed beneath him, loving every second of his touch. He held you easily, sometimes forgetting how strong he is, but it was something you thought was sexy. The moments when he would lean into you and you'd feel how big he is, those moments when heād lift you up to kiss you and forget how much smaller you are than him, and the moments when heād really let go and fuck the shit out of you.Ā
He kissed across your hips and lower belly slowly, his tongue trailing beside the waist of your pants, teasing you. You tugged on your wrists, his hand gentle but still tight as he sat up to eye you, smiling as he leaned back up your body to meet your lips with his own. You melted beneath him, completely forgetting yourself as your lips moved together, his body against you again and your legs around him, holding him close. His kisses were getting faster, letting you know how much he wanted you too. He let go of your hands and your arms wrapped around his waist, hands trailing his muscular back and down to his hips, moving your legs enough to let your hands hold them and gently grope his ass. He chuckled softly into the kiss and leaned back a bit to eye you, your grin innocent and sweet as you smacked his ass softly. He leaned back enough to lift his weight from you, suddenly flipping you over and tugging your pants and underwear down and swiftly off. You gasped softly and peered over your shoulder just enough to see him smile, hands trailing over your ass and cupping it, squeezing gently as he pushed you into the bed.Ā
You giggled softly, hiding your face in your arms as he smacked your ass suddenly, making you gasp again. He leaned over you and kissed the back of your shoulders and neck gently, you could feel the grin on his lips.Ā
āI love your laugh,ā He whispered and you blushed, thankful your face was hidden. You felt him shifting around and heard his underwear drop to the floor, making you bite your lip and peer over your shoulder at him, almost turning your body over to reach for him. He was quicker, lifting your hips up and pushing your legs apart a bit, pressing his body against you so you could feel his erection between you two. You sank forward, your back arching as he adjusted your hips, one hand going around you and between your legs to slide between your folds and feel you. You gasped, whining as his fingers ran along your wet lips, searching for and then circling your clit with enough pressure to make you moan louder than you were expecting. He let out a small sigh, a sound you were familiar with as you knew he would sigh before he moaned. He toyed with you for a while, long enough to make you whine and spread your legs even further for him, but not so long as to keep you waiting. You felt him lean back a bit, his hand guiding the tip of his cock against you, prodding at your now dripping sex.Ā
āOh,ā He sighed softly, feeling how wet you were as he pushed against you, stretching you just a bit but not going inside yet. You arched your back further, far needier now than before, almost ready to beg him for it. His hands were so gentle as they now trailed your sides, his tip firm against your entrance when he suddenly took hold of you, holding you in the position he needed as he slowly slid himself into you.Ā
āOh fuck!ā You moaned, already feeling the stretch of your walls against him, his tip pushing against your ending before he was even all the way in. He held for a moment, letting you melt down into the bed and whimper as you got used to the feeling, gently bucking your hips back against him when you were ready. He was always careful but you could tell this time he was just as needy as you, rolling his hips carefully against yours before he started to really fuck you. You moaned loudly, barely able to hear his own soft moans as he pounded into you, filling you perfectly with every thrust. He adjusted carefully and stood at the edge of the bed now, assuring neither of you slid away as he fucked you, but there was something that was off. The mattress was sliding a bit and suddenly you heard a snap.Ā
āOh shit,ā His voice was apologetic as he slowed, listening to see what had made the sound when suddenly the legs on the side of the bed gave out, cracking as they broke away from the bed and you both stumbled as it fell. It was just the one side, leaving the bed tilted at a very odd angle as you sat up suddenly to eye the opposite side of the bed as he carefully pulled out of you and lifted your body to let your feet rest on the floor, both you now standing above the broken bed staring down at it.Ā
āIām so sorry,ā He said, already grabbing clothes from the floor, āI can fix it, no problem at all, you have tools right? If not I know I do, and I can-ā You stopped him as he tried to hand you your pants, covering his lips with your hand as you stood up onto your toes and stared into his eyes.Ā
āTogata, I need you to finish fucking me first,ā You said sternly and he nodded, mumbling against your lips.Ā
āI can do that,ā He said and you smiled, your clothes back on the floor as he dropped them and quickly picked you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him as he pushed your back against the wall, adjusting himself carefully under you as you shifted on his hips to allow for his cock to press against you. You bit your lip as you held onto his shoulders, one of them hard and flexed as he held a hand against the wall to keep you steady, the other guiding his cock back inside you. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as you felt how he fit in this position, your body sliding down against him to take, even more, prodding against your end as you were tight around his cock.Ā
āOh, wow,ā He moaned out, almost surprised at how good it felt to be inside you this way. He leaned his body carefully, making sure to keep you against the wall, shifting his now free hand to hold onto your hip as he held you back and up at the same time. You whimpered as you felt him start to thrust, his hips leaving yours for only a moment before you felt yourself back on top of him again, his cock stretching you and pushing against your insides, making your eyes roll back again. You held his shoulders tightly, whimpering and moaning as you tried to open your eyes, wanting to see the look on his face as he fucked you. He always looked like he was concentrating but also giddy like he couldnāt hold back a smile. He was watching you intently now, kind of enjoying the fact that his dick was so good your eyes rolled back. Your mouth hung open, long strings of moans coming out as you squeezed his shoulders and his cock. You felt so good and he loved the look on your face.Ā
āOh, oh!ā You whimpered suddenly, your legs shaking as he tried to adjust to moving his hand between them, searching for your clit to make you cum harder. You gasped when he found it, his fingers pushing against it and rubbing it quickly as he thrust. You couldnāt hold back, arms wrapping around him suddenly to tug him against you, his thrusts slowing as your chests pressed together and he helped you ride out your orgasms. Your moans were so sweet against his ear as you held him tightly, unknowingly milking him as he bit his lip and came with you.Ā
āCan you stand?ā He asked sweetly against your shoulder, leaving fluttering kisses across it as you both were still against each other now. His cock was still inside you and slowly going soft, making you blush as your legs held onto him.Ā
āYes,ā You said, āMaybe,ā Clarifying as he gently moved his body back, keeping you against him but off of the wall now as your legs unwrapped and reached the ground. The feeling of his cock sliding out of you always made you giggle and he smiled sweetly, loving the sound of you.Ā
āI can fix your bed now,ā He said, hands slowly rubbing up your sides and waist. You laughed, standing back up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his chin.Ā
āIāll help,ā You said and this time he laughed, nodding as he grabbed your clothes.
ą«®Ė¶įµ ą¼įµĖ¶į synopsis ā when your job as your teacher takes you halfway across japan, you donāt expect a little boy and his father to change your life nearly as much as they do. or the five times in which you encounter mirio togata and his son, yoshi.
ā warnings ā please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, single-parenthood, mention of hospitals, mentions of reader being smaller than mirio, unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, choking, dacryphilia, auralism, scratching, biting, creampie, squirting, fingering ( f!receiving ), praise!kink, daddy!kink, size!kink - fem!reader, teacher!reader, single-dad!mirio.
the first time you meet mirio togata, itās oddly warm for the seasonā the usual bite to a late autumnās day nowhere to be found. sunshine beats down on your back, only adding to the heat simmering and rushing through your body as you work to unload moving boxes from the van youād hired. though, youāre sweaty, and tired from hours of travelling across the cities of Japan, youāre excited for your fresh start. a degree hanging from your belt, plenty of experience behind youā the world is now your oyster.
cardboard filled with knickknacks and memories from your parents, childhood and all your school years sits heavy in your palms before you place it on the sidewalkā knowing that your host in this city will help you move into the gated community nearby, a room with your name painted into the blank white walls already set up for you.Ā
āthasāa cool snow globe!ā a childish, boy-ish voice squeaks from beside you once youāve set the box downā daring to tug your gaze upwards to meet a child who perhaps embodies the same sunshine thatās giving you warmth today. his eyes are a brilliant blue, gaps in his teeth where his adult ones just about break through the gums. the boy points a finger tip covered in blue marker, no doubt, towards the trinket in your box with glimmering matching eyes.Ā
smiling softly, you take it out of your box, thumbing the embossed logo of your university before shaking it and handing it to the tiny blonde. āisnāt it?ā you whisper to him like youāre sharing a secret, leaning in real close and cupping his hands in your own. theyāre warm. āif you hold it up to the sky, just rightā¦ā you add, pushing your hands upward with his to hold the snow globe under the sun. āthe light catches on the glitter inside, making a snowy little rainbow!ā
āwoaaaah! thatās even cooler!āĀ
the boy grins, eyes scintillating like the pearlescent flecks mixed into the water of your snow globeā little bits of white covering the two happy caricatures stuck inside.Ā
āyoshi! how many times do i have to tell you not to run ahead, buddy?ā the little boy, that you now know as yoshi, freezes in placeā candescent azure eyes shooting over to his father as if heās been caught in the act. he knows theyāll be late for swimming if they donāt keep walkingā¦but your snow globe is just so cool. if you thought the kid was bright, the man before you is even brighterā¦the centre of your solar system, a warm heart lodged between his two juicy pecs and a chiselled jaw. he looks like heās walked straight out of a movie, sending your brain into a tizzy.Ā
heās stunning and your words come out jumbled as you address him. āis he yours?ā you ask, body struck with the heat of the pro hero before you, the sun above you too.Ā
you feel a bit silly for asking the question, the uncanny resemblance between the two becoming even more obviousā as with the fact that itās lemillion youāre talking to. the elder blondeās hearty laughter echoing between you both on the side of the street. āyes, heās mine. all my own flesh and blood,ā mirio responds proudly. youāve always loved children, but you never thought the pro hero would have one of his own.
and you never thought youād wanted to mother someoneās children as much as you did his. mirio togata, desirable, handsome and good with kids.Ā
āintroduce yourself buddy, be polite.āĀ
the little boy nods eagerly, bowing to you with respect after beaming at you warmly. āi-iām yoshi togata! nice taāmeet you maāam!āĀ
you giggle and mirio grins. youāre cute, endearing almostā and he finds himself laughing with you.
āitās lovely to meet you too, yoshi,ā you reply, sticking your hand out to shake his tinier one as you give them both your name kindly.Ā
sweet, just like you. mirio likes the way you interact with his son. he likes you, so far.
before mirio can introduce himself back, the driver in your moverās van honks loudly. āmove it lady! iām not waitinā out here for you all day or iām uppinā the price of your service.ā you give the pair an apologetic look in response, offering a high five to yoshi and a shy wave to his dad, scurrying off to finish unloading the van.Ā
and mirio watches you go, for more than one reason.
the second time you encounter mirio togata, is after a disasterā his very reason for existence, his sunshine, little yoshi, nearly loses his light.Ā
you had always wanted to teach. nurturing children into the faces of tomorrow was your callingā guiding them to be good and help others without questionā¦and as it turns out, the graduate teaching position youād been hired for took in a lot of students who were the children of pro heroes, and the little blonde raised by his almost identical father just so happened to be a student in your kindergarten class. yoshi togata had taken an instant liking to you as his teacher, a child-like wonder akin to magic from fairy tales emitting from the little boy whenever you looked at him, helped him along in reading and solving calculations in the dreaded maths classes.Ā
yoshi absolutely adored you.Ā
he wanted to sit with you at lunch time, tucked himself into your side during nap time and screamed your name the first time his quirk ever activated. as much as the darling boy looked like pro hero lemillionā his quirk was scarily similar to it as well.
yoshi wails the whole way to the hospital, the lack of air he received after slipping through the concrete in the school yard while scraping his knee, a little beyond the school nurseās jurisdiction. youād already gotten someone to cover your class, speeding to the nearest emergency room with hope that someone had alerted his father of the situation.
when mirio arrives, yoshiās cheeks are luckily smeared with chocolate pudding cups instead of saltine tears and heās surprisingly cheerful for a kid attached to a small IV dripā dressed in his own red-riot themed hospital gown, with you resting beside the bed in his ward.
āhow ya feelinā buddy?ā lemillion whispers, tone on the edge of worry as he slips off the cape to his hero costume. āheard you got your quirk today.āĀ
the bouncing baby boy with sunshine in his eyes shuffles onto his knees, wobbling over the edge of his bed before being snatched up by his dad, bright laughter bubbling on his lips when he nearly slips through the beefy manās arms. āuh huh! anā miss got me puddinā cups! said i was real brave.āĀ
āyou were kid, but we gotta get this quirk under control! dadās gonna have to teach ya!ā
togata turns to you next, appreciation evident on his matured featuresā radiating around you warmly. āh-he really was brave,ā you say sincerely, sitting up and a little more awake now the pro hero of your dreams is looking deep into your soul. āi was so worried! but yoshi behaved just like a pro.ā you cringe a little at your choice of words, but the strapping blonde before you only takes your hand, lips brushing across the back of your knuckles in such a way that tingles run down your spine.Ā
sapphire orbs flick upwards to make yours as you feel the heat of the sun simmering underneath your cheeks.Ā
āthank you for looking out for him,ā he says, voice cheerful and like honey in your ears. āi never got to properly introduce myself, even after all this time. iāmāā
ālemillion, i-i know.āĀ
āmirio. togata, actually. and itās a pleasure to meet you.ā mirio cuts you off but the gentle smile never leaves his handsome face, and youāre sure you might pass outā embarrassed by his forwardness and flirting in front of his son, your student ( whoās too occupied by pudding cups and old cartoon reruns to actually care. )Ā
thereās a knock to the door before it opens as the two of you share a moment. āmrsā¦togata and lemillion, sir! i have an update on your sonās vitals and quirkāā suddenly, the doctor enters the room like a hurricane disrupting a quaint little farm.
and you jump back from the pro hero, bashful and shy. āo-oh! no. iām notā¦weāre not!ā gesturing between yourself and mirio, you shake your headā trying to dispel any wedded-couple vibes the pair of you might give off. āiām just the teacher.āĀ
the doctor raises a brow, looking up from his sheets on the young togataās vitals and then hums. āmy apologies then,ā he turns to mirio. āyour son seems to be doing extremely wellā considering the circumstances and shock to his body he mustāve experiencedā¦.āĀ
the doctorās words fade into nothing but static as you attempt to calm your beating heartā sending reassuring smiles in yoshiās direction from time to time while his father and the medical expert discuss the next steps to take regarding his quirk.Ā
but you donāt think youāll get your heart to calm down tonightā¦ not with the way mirio still holds your hand, thumb brushing over the back of it fondly.
your third memorable encounter with mirio togata falls on the day of your schoolās winter fundraiser.Ā
lemillion had made himself a permanent fixture in your humble little life as a teacherāsomehow acquiring your number from the school offices to constantly text you throughout the day. you knew that the pair of you were crossing the boundaries of professionalism, parent and teacher, but it couldnāt be helped. your heart fluttered at every message you exchanged, pictures of yoshi enjoying himself at school and some of mirio on patrol being sent back and forth.Ā
and so, you were beyond excited when the winter fate rolled around, the children of your class volunteering with their parents to help out at different stallsā yoshi had been sure to sign up to help you with the bake sale, roping in his dad as well. the two stayed up all night prior, baking pro hero themed cupcakes decorated with hundreds and thousands and dollops of tubed colourful frosting to sell, though messy, it only warmed your heart having their company.
āremember yoshi, i donāt want you phasing through the tables to steal the merchandise from the bake sale!ā you remind the younger togata sweetly as he helps you set up the various baked goods for display. he shakes his head in affirmation, golden curls bouncing over ocean eyes and freckled cheeks despite the crumbs residing on themā evidence of his crimes. āthough, iām sure your dad will boost our donations! since heās a pro hero and all.ā not to mention all the mothers and single teachers are ogling the hell out him right now, youāre sure that theyāre plotting your murder too.Ā
wiping yoshiās mouth, you shift your attention to his fatherā rolling your eyes amusedly at the bags under his own from staying up late to bake. āi certainly must be givinā you an ego boost helping out too, having a pro hero do all your dirty work.ā lemillion teases, voice lowered and huskyā though grateful when you pass him a hot coffee.Ā
āoh please mister togata,ā turning on your own flirty charm, you send a wink the pro heroās way. āyou adore being my little helper, iām sure youāve missed having a woman boss you about like you need.ā the second half of your words are whispered, almost sultry as you cross more boundaries in your unique and blossoming relationship.Ā
mirio flushes, and in the tight space of your bakesale boothā presses his broad and molten-warm chest against your back, coffee in one hand while the other sits in a calculated manor on your hip.Ā
you allow yourself to be distracted by the children, yoshi included ā who must have snuck off using his quirkā playing dangerously close to a heavily decorated Christmas tree that threatens to topple over as they weave around beneath it, and rush off to stop themā leaving the darling lemillion to deal with a swarm of hungry mothers and staff, desperate for a slice of his pie and not the cake your booth has to offer. he canāt help but watch you longingly, the way you bend down to speak soft to the children, holding their chubby little hands while giving them a gentle reprimand.Ā
youāre so good with kids, good with yoshiā and mirio would be lying if he didnāt say you were good with him too.Ā
you didnāt judge him for having a child before marriage, when he was still making a name for himselfā you were kind to him, sweet and oh so understanding.Ā
and perhaps heād come to like you for reasons more than just being good with his son.
though his fantasises of having you close, having you to himself and making you a part of his family are promptly cut short by the intrusion of his long time friendā¦izuku midoriya. when the number one, his competion from way back when, seems to appear from nowhereā joining you with the now squealing children, giving them a lesson ( no doubt ) on how to be a good hero. or some mushy crap like that.Ā
you seem impressed, smitten at how good deku is with your students, ruffling their hair and holding them up high above the green ringlets that make everyone go crazyā¦including you. mirio doesnāt miss the way your eyes light up brighter than those on the Christmas tree as izuku plays with your kids, puts his hand on the small of your back and whispers way too damn close to your ear.Ā
since when did that shrimp have moves? the blonde canāt help but wonder. why do you like him so much?
your smile is near blinding when you return back to the bake sale booth with izuku on your armā rambling about how much it took to get him to come, how good for the school it will beā¦ as if togata hadnāt been standing right there the entire time. it bothers mirio a little bit, just how bright you shine when this other man is around, despite the budding romance you both might be sharing.Ā
so he really canāt help himself, jealousy boiling over, when he blurts out. āare you two dating? am i missing something, number one?ā in a strained, faux happy voice.Ā
āo-oh! god no!āĀ
āw-what? mirio no! midoriya is my cousin.ā youāre quick to dismiss the idea, shaking your head while the number one hero turns bright red. āi invited him along today because heās obviously a hit amongst single parentsā freckles like this are sure to bring in the big bucks.ā you cheer, punching your relatives star spotted cheeks.Ā
izuku is rendered embarrassed for the remainder of the fundraiser, mirio absolutely mortified and you extremely amused but the rest of the bake sale goes without a hitch until closing and clean up time. yoshi sleeps on a bench behind your booth ( ultimately crashing from a sugar high ) as your cousin serves the very last of your eager customers trying to tempt him with their cookies instead of buying the ones izukuās girlfriend makes for a living.
as though not to disturb his sleeping son, the elder blonde shoots you a quick text.
mister togata - 5:45PM : I definitely was not jealous earlier.Ā
mister togata - 5:46PM : So pls disregard me making a fool out of myself in front of your cousin.
you stifle a breathless chuckle like music to mirioās ears, before looking back to see if yoshi is still resting peacefully and shoot another text in response.
yoshiās pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : oh i dunno, donāt think i can forget you mistaking my cousin for my boyfriend.Ā
yoshiās pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : but maybe i can make an exception for you.Ā
that familiar crack of heat flitters in the air when you both look up from your phones and catch one anotherās gazeā suddenly aware of how small the space in booth is, how close you both areā¦how if you stood on your tiptoes you might be able toā¦
to kiss him.
to kiss one another.
but the moment is soon lost, wanting energy dissipating within the air as yoshi stirs to mumble tiredly. ādonā get too close to daddy miss!ā the baby boy utters your name once, rubbing his eyes. āheās got cooties.ā
itās only then that you truly realise how close you to the manā¦to this pro hero whose son is someone that you teach. itās wrong, unprofessionalā¦ and losing your career isnāt worth kissing togata, no matter how much you want it.
so you back awayā treating mirio togata as if he really does have cooties, putting up a wall between you both.
the fourth time you cross paths with mirio togata, youāre wet.Ā
and not because of him.Ā
the rain from an unexpected storm after work soaks you to the bone as you desperately call out to deku from your shared front porchā pleading and begging with the gods for him to be home since youād forgotten your house keys back at your office on campus.Ā
neither of you had realised it at the time, but when youād first met mirio on your move-in dateā youād made arrangements to bunk with your cousin, izuku, in the same gated community that mirio lived in. the one where he just so happened to be neighbours with the top hero too.Ā
the sunshine-like pro hero had spotted you shivering like a purse dog outside while home with a sickly little yoshi and despite the frosty awkwardness that built up between you both after the bake-sale, mirio knew it would be cruel of him to just leave you outside like that. ācome inside,ā he frowns, as if to scold you the same way youād do with your students. āyouāll catch a cold like this if you donāt. and iām not taking no for an answer, deku is on patrol, wonāt be home until late.āĀ
you look defeated, like a kicked puppy as you trudge into the togata household, clothes heavy with water. āiām sorry,ā you pout, as cute as everā stealing mirioās heart right from where it beats in his chest.Ā
ādonāt be, head upstairs and take the first right into my room. you can grab a change of clothes and stay here until your cousin comes home. iāll fix you something to eat.āĀ
it has the manās stomach in knots how easily you follow his command, how beautiful you look with raindrops clinging to your skin. youāre even more so when you come back down dressed in an old sir night-eye shirt of his, heading over to join a pleased yoshi on the couch who canāt stop talking about how how he hated missing school and being sick and how glad he is that you came to visit.
yoshi trusts you so much, and thatās more than enough to drive mirio insaneā¦but seeing you in his shirt too? itās icing on the cake.Ā
the rest of the evening is spent with you making funny shaped homemade pizzas with the younger togata and picking a book for him while his father and lemillion draws him a bubble bath. after washing up, you read yoshi the story until his eyes droopā¦ and you canāt help but be a little jealous of how long his golden lashes are as they brush the freckles on his chubby cheeks. mirio spends that time avoiding eye contact, staring at your bottom when it peeks out from under his shirt and thinking of you in the most unholy ways.
when the time comes, you tuck the darling yoshi into his dinosaur and suneater themed sheets alongside his father before letting the elder togata guide you to the guest bedroom just one floor up and two doors down from his own. āsleep tight,ā you murmur to the man, just a breathās width apart in the doorway. āi-iāll head back to midoriyaās in the morning. s-so thank you for tonightā¦ā
he wants to say thank you back, for spending time with his son and teaching him so well, but lemillionās words are lost on the way you look up at him with such bright doe eyes and a sleepy sweet smile. you chuckle breathlessly and slip away into the room, leaving mirio a flustered statue in place.Ā
neither of your nights end there, however.
crossing the lines of professionalism once more, surrounded by all of his scentsā hazelnuts and burning woodā¦youāre overcome with desire, thereās a familiar twitch between your thighs and a throb at your clit that you have to soothe. every neuron in your brain screams at you to stop, though your fingers circle your nub from over the crotch of your panties and thoughts of mirio above you, inside of of you and all over you ebb at your moral judgement.Ā
itās wrong, to moan mirioās name into his sheets that smell like himā¦for you cunt to drool selfishly through your night clothes against the warm blanket heād provided you with. the blonde hears you through the paper thin walls, cock swelling more and more with every mewl you let out. ones that are promised to him and him alone.Ā
mirio chokes on groans, fists his cock and spreads his precum all over his expensive bed linen, humping his duvet as he imagines your supple, heated flesh beneath him. youāre like the sun, pulling him into your orbit and incinerating him from the inside out. he calls your name like itās a prayer, half hoping you can hear his wanton for you echo across the hall, too busy jacking off to burst into your room and pump you full. make you a mother to his second and third child.Ā
itās far from appropriate, the pair of you getting off to one another in the middle of the night like thisā but neither of you can think to stop, minds clouded by lust and orgasms that breach the horizon of the early morningā¦ the tastes of each otherās names like sins on your tongues.
the filth and final time you encounter mirio togata like this, youāre like a lamb being sent to the slaughter.
pretty prey walking into the lionās den.
you learn from yoshi during pick-up time that his father had fallen sick with the winterās coldā¦explaining why you hadnāt seen him much between the special encounters after your night of sin. suneaterā or mister amajiki, a close friend of the togatas, picks up yoshi under the guise of a play date while mirio recovers from a particularly serious cold and flu he caught on patrol.Ā
āyou should go see daddy!ā yoshi babbles before bounding down to his uncleās car. āhe calls out for you a lot!ā the cluelessness yet enthusiasm of a child will never cease to amaze you, and you have to control your stutter when hesitantly agreeing with your student. you know why mirio calls your name so much, that night hadnāt been the only time youād gotten off to one another, nor would it be the last. youād even walked in on the pro hero fisting his cock with your name wet on his tongue but neither of you had said a word at the time.Ā
once all of your students have been sent off with their parents and carers, you make sure to swing by the closest mart to make somewhat of a care package for mister togata. some cough drops, cold medicine, heating pads for his hands and several tins of soupā all with the hope of helping him feel better.Ā
youāre not nearly prepared for the sight youāre given when knocking on mirioās door later on.
he says your name as soon as he opens up, hoarse and almost sultry,, and the man is half naked tooā golden skin radiating with heat, coruscating with sweat and a slight flush from the fever. āfuck, pretty girl. youāve come tātake care of me, hm?ā mirio slurs in a slow and sexy way, swaying on his feet and collapsing onto you right on the front porch. āwhaādāare ya doinā here gorgeous?āĀ
embarrassment floods your veins, tangling with the heat burning from mirio against you. āl-lets get you inside, youāre sick.āĀ
ālovesick, baby, been missinā you all week.āĀ
his words shouldnāt send your brain into a flurry as you push the pro hero back into his house but they do. you struggle with avoiding how he slobbers all over you like a horny dog, how he smirks cockilyĀ while you push him to sit against the livingroom couch. āwe need to bring down this fever,ā dismissing the blonde, you rush to his kitchen for a tall glass of water and boil the kettle to make him one of those medicated hot drinks. āyouāll be better soon, mister togata.ā
blinking over at you with reddened lined eyes, lemillion keeps a predatory gaze on you despite how ill he is. āusing formalities with me, sunshine?ā he coos in response, distracted when you return by attempting to tug off more of his clothesā¦or his pants, rather. āthatās not what you were calling me the other night when you phoned to let me watch you shove your tiny fingers into that tightā¦pretty pussyā¦moaning my nameāāĀ
āmirio!āĀ
ājust like that gorgeousā¦ fuck, say it again, baby.ā you know that the man is delirious with his flu, but the low voice he drops deep, dripping with honey, filling you with that familiar lust you got off on whenever the two of you met up in secret. āāmirio, m-mirioā¦oh fuck! mirio!ā you get so cute when you whine for me like that.ā heās playing you for a fool and youāre falling for itā like an easy game of cat and mouse, mirio coyly flirting with you as you desperately try to keep his sweatpants on. bundling him up in blankets and filling him up with cold water to calm down his fever.Ā
youāre about to check his temperature again while pressing the back of your hand to his forehead when large and calloused hands grip the fat at your hipsā tugging you straight into mirioās lap like a lion dragging around its prey before the kill. ād-doesnāt look like youāre hot anymoreā¦ā you squeak, quivering in his grip and feeling every ripple of his thighs and abs beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself against him.Ā
āfever went down ages ago baby,āĀ he grins, all toothy and pearly whiteā pinching your waist, slender fingers cupping the curve of your ass to pull you back and forth over the growing bulge in his lap. āyouāre just so fucking cute, dotinā all over me, sunshine.ā biting your lip, you fall apart easilyā bearing witness to tousled golden locks and a smirk that sets a fire alight in your lower belly. āyou wanna kiss me, donāt you?āĀ
then youāre nodding your head, any logical thought cleared from your mind ( even the ones about not spreading germs that you usually tell to your students )ā you want to know what the sun tastes like, if itās as warm or as hot as science makes it seem. a heavy hand cups your throat without squeezing and brings you down for a passionate lip lock, your own finding the thick tresses of light and fiery hair as mirioās tongue glides over the seam of your lips after pressing against yours. you moan at the sweet taste of honey and ginger on his lips, whimper in the form of begging for the man to let you in and consume you whole until youāre nothing but stardust.
neither of you part, lungs burning for oxygen like youāre lost in space with no air to breatheā grinding and kissing like your lives depend on it. everything is sloppy, spit-slicked and full of the admissions of feelingsā you like each other. need each other like the earth needs its light and the sun needs something to shine down on. mirio sucks on your bottom lip, takes it between his teeth and slowly pulls away from you, but you follow him, chasing your own personal ecstasy.Ā
āso needy, sunshine,ā mirio coos, a certain deep rasp caught in the ridges of his throat. āso pretty like this too, so cute, all small in my lap. with my hands around your darlinā little neck.ā cobalt eyes, as luminous as the skies on a clear day flicker up to meet yours, swimming with tears of desperationā a craving for more of mirio togata carved into each fleck, drowning your dilated pupils. ādo you want me to fuck you?āĀ
you nod again, the world around you spinning and your thoughts intoxicated with the golden boy hero beneath your thighs that tremble with each compliment he feeds to you. āyesā god, please.āĀ
āplease, what?ā togata asks you, voice stern as he works on pulling you out of the layers of your clothesā blouse and bra gone before you can even register it.Ā
pouting, you whisper a needy. ām-mirio?āĀ
shaking his head as if chastising a child, the man tuts and mocks your pout all while working on plucking off your skirt next, leaving you in nothing but your innocent cotton panties. āthatās daddy when iām with you,ā he tells you like itās a promise with his fingers once again fumbling between your bodies and underwear to toy with the pearl between your puffy pussy lips, dragging the newfound wetness over your clit. clear strings of your arousal seep through your panties and leave a dark spot on his sweats. ādaddy, when i have you like this, you got that?ā
āy-yes,ā you mewl eagerly, shifting on your knees so youāre better spread over mirioās lapā giving him better access to prep your sweet hole as it flutters around his thick digits, earning a breathless chuckle from his wet lips. āyes, daddy.āĀ
āgood fucking girl,ā he says proudly, gaze fixated on between your pretty thighsā watching you quiver from the praise before mirio relents, easing two fingers past your soaked entrance and scissoring them immediately. stretching you wide to take his girthy cock. āoh fuck, my little sunshineās so warm, so wet for me.ā he groans, drawing his name against your silken walls, thumb painting wide sloppy circles into your clit.
your face feels hot with tears, something that mirio enjoys seeing, especially when they clump in your eyelashes. āpleaseā¦i want more,ā i want you. is what you mean, nails lightly cutting into mirioās shirtless shoulders as you ride the digits pumping in and out of your slick cunt, squeezing tight around them as you gush into the seat of his palm. ād-daddy!āĀ
āshhh, i know little sunshine, daddy knows,ā he hums softly after pressing down on your g-spot, carefully pulling his fingers out of you to push you onto your back on the couch. ābe good fāme and donāt cum yet, kay? want you to hold onto that until iāve got you on my cock. yeah?ā mirioās words are tender, though domineering, while he shifts to hover over you, hot tongue burning against your skin as he licks a trail from the hem of your panties, between your arching back, bare breasts and budding nipples until he meets your lipsā drooling into your eager open mouth as you pant out for more. āso fucking perfect, sunshine.āĀ
cool air rushes over your pulsating, glistening pussyā mirio having pulled your underwear aside, only causing you to cry out from the lack of stimulation. ādonāt cry, pretty baby,ā you manage to hear him over the blood pulsing through your ears, body tingling all over at the feeling of mirioās girthy cock pressing against your inner thigh through layers of fabric. āām gonna fuck you now, donāt worry. daddyās gotcha.āĀ
he hikes a thigh of yours up over his hip, shoving down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his mushroomed and seedy cockhead press into the heat of your pussy. you dig your nails into mirioās sweaty scalp, mouth hanging open and hips rising from the sticky leather of the couch covered in your juices. the man above you is the centre of your universe, you think. though your relationship may be somewhat taboo, you feel the care and affection he has for you in every single one of his touches. calloused hands moulding your body into the perfect shape to fuck, to make love to and makes you feel like jello as his fat, veiny dick pushes deeper into youā big for the slickness of your pussy to resist him.Ā
ārelax for daddy, sweetheart, let me inā¦cāmon, fuck. open up fāme,ā mirio simpers, rolling his hips slow and sensual until your walls tremble around himā welcoming his dick home, bathing him in all of your arousal. he throbs inside you, finally sheathed in all your warmth as if youāre the core of his earth. āthatās itā¦my good girl, oh fuck. fuck, you feel better than i ever imagined. so fucking tight baby, gonna let daddy fuck you right, huh?ā you can tell that heās losing himself within you, now forcing your knees into your shoulders to put you into a mating press and wasting no more time setting a rough, feverish pace to his hips and pounding into your sweet cunt.Ā
you cry and squeal and claw at togata, the world spinning on its axis around you while the blonde fucks you into a stuporā his tip smearing copious amounts of thick precum along your velveteen insides until thereās a white ring of your mixed arousals cuffed around the base of his blue veined cock. ād-daddyā¦sāgood. so fuckinā good,ā your own juices splash up against the pro heroās stomach and and every time his hips slam down against your ownā wet skin slapping on skin in a rhythmic and sensual tune.Ā
galaxies twinkle in your pretty eyes, your teeth sinking into mirioās golden and broad shoulders while you scratch at his back. the sound of sex clinging to the air in the room is primal, animalistic as lemillion cups your throat againā tilting your head so that he can mark his claim into your sweat tainted flesh. the fabric of your panties pushed to the side rubs deliciously at his soaked, creamy shaft and the waistband of his pants rub your clit raw, the effect the clothing has on you both leading you to believe that neither of you will last much longer like this.
āām makinā you see fuckinā stars, arenāt i sunshine?ā he asks you, each word punctuated by a harsh thrustācum-loaded balls tapping against your ass, the sound mixing with your squeals to make a lustful song. āwant this pretty pussy to cum for me. can you do that, my good girl?ā mirio moans heartily above the couch squeaking beneath your bodies that dance together in rough and passionate movements.
he smiles again, nice and bright when you nod and start to circle your hips upwards as best as you can into his. āām close, can cum for daddy. wanna cum for daddy. please donāt stop, pleaseā!ā
āalright baby, i gotchaā¦look at you. so cute and needy for your daddy. for me.ā mirio gunts back into your mouth, falling apart at the sight of your lovesick and teary face, crumbling at the way your cunt clamps down on himā refusing to let him pull out in an attempt to milk him for all his worth. youāre tight around him, practically choking mirioās cock as his fat milky tip bullies your insides and harshly bares down on your g-spotā sending you headfirst into your orgasm. āthatās itā¦fuck look at that, pretty lil pussy cumminā around daddyās fat cock. s-shit.ā
soft praises are expelled into the buzzing air between you both, with you gasping for breath and squirting on the blondeās dick so hard that heās forced out of your pulsing walls before he cums in hot waves over your raw moundā painting your ravaged pussy lips white with his hot and thick seed.Ā
youāre both left panting and sticky messes on the couch as you come down from your highsā your mind running a mile a minute when you realise whatās just happened, what youāve done with the father of your student. no less.
ām-mister togata, i-iāmāā you start to apologise, coming too, heart rate spiking in your chest.Ā
but mirio is quick to stop you, forehead and sweaty blonde locks pressed to your own with a dreamy and satisfied look on your face. ābefore you say anything more. i want you to know that this wasnāt just a hook up for me. nor were the times before that.ā he explains,blinking up at you with unadulterated affection, perhaps even love. āi like you, a-and i like how you look out for my son. and i know our relationship has been far from appropriate, iād like to take you out for a proper dateā do things right instead of sleeping with you to work up my courage to ask you out.āĀ
āmirioā¦ā you smile, brushing back his hair. āiād love that, a lot actually.ā
āyeah?ā he asks, timid for a man who just fucked you to the high heavens and back before linking your fingers. āsay you mean it, or youāll be breakinā both mine and yoshi's hearts.āĀ
āyeahā¦ā you murmur through a laugh, leaning up for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.Ā
the fifth time you encounter mirio togata, you walk into the lions den, but come out with him hand in handā your hearts belonging to one another.
mirio is the definition of rough because he doesnāt realize just how big his body is compared to you.
heās really trying to be soft whenever he pushes in, honest! always praising you he loves missionary because he can look into your eyes and smile. āyouāre so pretty, sunflower. yer taking me so well - so well! just a few more inches, okay? my baby would tell me if it hurts right?ā
" āwould. feels good.ā is about as much of a coherent phrase as you can form, nodding and drooling as his tongue mixes against yours. you know heās trying to be slow and gentle and you enjoy his attempts but mirio has a tendency of getting too pussy whipped to think the second he pushes into you.
he canāt even tell youāre trying to squirm because his weight is keeping you still. he doesnāt even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. heād already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.
he pants like a dog. he ruts and grinds into your soft, plushy walls, huge hands digging and pressing into your rolls of fat or your tender arms. despite having had more experience itās something about you - about how tight you are, how you trust him, how youāve trained yourself for him and how you shivered when he first made your virgin folds tremble and cum.
āsorry, pretty. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.ā just his sincerity as his hips fold to yours and stutter by the time heās halfway in make your eyes roll back a little. by the time he buries another inch in heās babbling reassurance, voice almost breaking as your tight hole squeezes and clenches. āyouāre getting so wet!ā he almost cries, and you canāt tell if your bruising pussy is trying to swallow more of him in or push him out.
āmiriā!ā you sniffle, nails trailing his huge shoulders. ā ās big!ā
āwanna stop?ā he sounds so concerned as you pout - you can feel your walls trying to expand to take more of him.
āno!ā whether thatās a āno more, too much!ā or āno, donāt stop!ā your foggy brain canāt tell. both of you are too far gone and he slips in further, further than you ever thought he could.
āās okay pretty girl, itās gonna be quick. just gānna use my babyās sweet hole for a little while. yā feel good. god you make me feel so good. i love you, yāknow that?ā he strokes your face softly, a contrast to how brutal your lower parts feel once he finally pops his full size in completely.
āālove you too, lemillion.ā
he canāt tell if itās because that you used his hero name or if itās because heās finally bottomed out in you or because heās so thrilled whenever you say those three little words in ur tiny voice - whatever was in mirioās brain empties out, it completely shuts down. he's whining and whimpering, fucking drooling all over you - babbling out nonsense about how good he can make you feel, how his fat cock will make you cream so well.
I would murder for more Aizawa but that's not what this ask is about tee hee~
My boy Mirio except it's him and reader's first time and reader can't keep up with his stamina šš½šš½
Ah yes, my golden boy. My golden retriever. My goodest boy award winning champion. Mirio Togata! Your request is cominā right up! ā” not proof read!
With those eyes. The ones that sparkle and say ālook at how cute I am!ā while a pink hue covers his cheeks.
You pointedly ignore the look, resuming work on your laptop while he sulks over on the couch. You werenāt going to give in, heās had a long day of patrols as a pro-hero, and needed to be prioritizing sleep. Hence, why youāre working even though your boyfriend arrived late in the evening to see you. His face popping through your front door to announce his presence nearly sending you to an early grave.
āHey babe! I brought Thai foodā,ā
āKyaaa!ā Youād thrown the cup youād been washing right at him. The ceramic mug neatly caught in his hand, also coming through your door. His boisterous laugh only earning him an earful as you repeat your request for him to knock like a normal person.
āSorry, I always forget! I just get so excited to see you!ā You can imagine a golden fluffy tail wagging behind him and droopy ears on his head. His attitude akin to your neighborās dog.
āWhatāre you doing here so late Mirio?ā Your pointed look had him deflating, and it makes your chest feel stuffy to see him so.
āI just wanted to see youā¦?ā How were you supposed to send him away?
āWhen is the last time youāve had a full nightās rest? You need to sleep Mirio.ā Your worry far greater than anything else as you fret over him. He sets the food down in the kitchen, moving his tall and imposing frame towards you. Youāre quickly wrapped in his strong arms, squished gently to his chest as he just breathes you in for a moment. Itās impossible not to relax, to let him take a little weight despite it being him who needs the burden lightened. āI just want you to take care of yourselfā¦ā your sweet confession has him nearly dropping to one knee, but well aware a marriage proposal so quick to your new relationship might have you scampering away.
āHmm, then, could I stay the night here?ā His words have you tensing up nervously, aware of the implication and not naive to what it can lead to.
You donāt mind, really, but once again your thoughts stick to his lack of sleep and self care lately. Heās been working nearly 18 hours a day for the last week! Itās a criminal offense, those hours.
Thatās how youāre here now. Finishing up work and trying to pointedly ignore Mirioās soft blue eyes glittering for your attention. Despite his size and figure, his face makes even children trusting of him, looking incapable of bringing harm. You fell in love with the man for far more than just such simply reasons, but it certainly wasnāt a disservice that your boyfriend was so cute.
You donāt notice heād snuck up on you, only startling as thickly corded arms snake over your shoulders and chest. He leans his head on top of yours, looking down at your work.
āMirio, you can stay here, but go to bed pleaseā,ā
āAre you scared?ā His questions pauses your rant, and you tense under the weight heās leaned on you. The slight change in demeanor is all he needs to drop his arms, and youāre a little embarrassed and ashamed when he moves away from you.
Only for his hands to grip the bottom of your chair and turn you completely around.
Heās crouching down now, though with his height and size, even with you sitting heās nearly eye level with you. His face, normally like sunshine and smiling, is uncharacteristically stoic. His gaze somewhat darkened as he seems to silently command your full attention.
āSunshine,ā you try not to show how the pet name makes your heart flutter, āIf my presence is making you feel pressured in any way, I promise it is no big deal for me to go sleep on the couch, on the floor, or go home.ā You go to open your mouth, defensive because you didnāt want him to leave or sleep anywhere but on a comfortable bed. Heās quick to gently wrap a large hard over your jaw, hushing you as making you look up at he stands to loom over you.
Itās not threatening. Even with how big and bulky the blonde is, his aura of protection and kindness is undeniable.
āI want you, all of you, but do not doubt for one second in your mind that I am a man who canāt wait. I have never loved a woman like I love you, Iām nervous and scared too, Iām not experienced nor can I confidently say Iām going to always be able to keep my excitement in check butā¦ā he leans closer, you can feel the warmth of his breath and smell his cologne. āI will always respect what you want.ā
He finishes so firmly, no room for any other thoughts but his sincerity, that you feel your eyes water and lip wobble. How many losers had you dated before, who grew vicious and mean when you rejected them? How many said hateful words and comments like thatād make you any more open to sex? How many left you because you wanted to get to know them as a person before you let yourself be so vulnerable?
āI love you too,ā your voice is a little hoarse, but you wrap your hands around his wrist, keeping his touch on you as you let yourself relax. You look up, to his soft shining eyes and sweet smile, and you canāt help mimicking it. Letting your lips tilt up because even though your heart is so full it feels like itāll overflow, you are happy and so sure of him. Youāve been sure of him, but the topic and approach just lost on you. Heās been so busy working as a hero as well, saving lives and people, that youāve felt guilty taking time he could be resting away from him.
āYou arenāt tired?ā You feel so shy, despite knowing him and always being so comfortable around him. It feels different.
āNot even a little.ā He chuckles, and youāre truly gone as you move one hand away from his wrist to curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. Tugging him down further, so you could kiss him. Slot your lips against his thin and soft ones, and further solidify your resolve.
āLetās go to bed Mirioā¦ā you break the kiss, to really look into his eyes. They widen slightly, and his face flushes deeper than youāve ever seen before as he stutters out, āA-are you sure? Likeā¦ uh, just bed orā¦?ā You giggle, grinning as you feel your nerves evaporate in the presence of his.
This big strong pro-hero, stuttering and blushing while waving his hand in panic, because you invited him to bed.
āNo, not just bed, unless you lied and you really are tired?ā Your sly smile and quirked brow set him off, his huff and grumble as he scoops you up into a Princess carry adorable.
āNot tiredā¦ā he grumps, marching you nearly mechanically to your room, toeing the door open and setting you down on your mattress. He nervously rubs a hand on the back of his neck, not looking at you as he mumbles a bit awkwardly.
āOkayā¦ so you said not just bed, but could you possibly sayā¦ it?ā Heās sheepish and you feel overcome with the need to tease him. You bat your lashes, looking coy and so beautiful he really finds it difficult to swallow as he looks down at you before averting his eyes again, trying to stay on topic.
āSay what Mirioā¦?ā You sit up on your knees, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him closer. You hardly have to use any strength, his body automatically following your nonverbal orders perfectly. Your head is at his chest like this, perfect height to run your hands softly over his torso and slip under his jacket to push it off his shoulders.
He lets you. No fight or push back in him as you feel yourself becoming emboldened. He makes you feel confident. Like whatever youāre doing, however youāre doing it, is right in his book. Maybe itās just right that youāre touching him.
āSay that I love youā¦?ā Youāre clearly teasing, your smile too saccharin and eyes too mischievous. He chuckles, soft and quiet, keeping his hands off you but allowing you full access to him. Itās on purpose.
āI love you too pretty girl, but not quite what I meantā¦ā his jacket drops to the ground, and youāre working on his shirt next, shivering at the feel of his solid muscles beneath your finger tips.
āOh? Say that Iām so lucky youāre mineā¦?ā He wants to touch you, but he also doesnāt want to ruin your fun. Itās a battle of will for him at the moment. When your soft small hands canāt reach any farther to push his shirt off and he has to help you, his jeans feel too tight.
āFuck, Iām lucky youāre mine, my girl who loves to tease me.ā You giggle again, feeling jittery and aroused as he throws his shirt next to his jacket, upper body naked and in full view for your eyes to feast on. Youāre hands arenāt innocent either, and while youāve felt him up plenty during your make out sessionsā¦ once more it feels different. Warmer and more passionate.
āMhmā¦ then, say I want you to make love to me? That I want you inside of me? To touch me?ā He moans, shivers racking his body visibly as he finally gets his permission to touch you.
You squeal in excitement as he pushed you, your back hitting the soft sheets as he leans over you with a wicked grin. He looks victorious. āYou said,ā is all you get before heās kissing you like lives depend on it, lips parting for his tongue to invade and swirl around your own. Nipping and sucking on your lips as his calloused hands run up your sides and squeeze you. You moan up into the kiss, muffled as you wrap your arms around his neck to anchor him to you. Your hands naughty, moving to run through his soft locks and tugging.
He groans, pulling away and grunting when you do it again, his gaze darker than before as he smiles. āKeep teasing me baby, you look so pretty like this.ā You gasp in pleasure as he grips your sleep shorts, yanking them down and swiftly off your legs. Theyāre tossed to the floor as he does the same to your shirt, leaving you beneath him in only a thin bra and panties.
Itās the most heās ever seen of you.
You donāt get a chance to feel anything but purely embarrassed as he moans, his forehead connecting with your chest as he grips your arms tightly. āS-sorry, justāyouāre so cute. I need a moment.ā You heat up, stomach filled with butterflies as you huff a laugh. His display dramatic but endearing. Itās not hard to make him sit up, as your hands go to his jeans and work on opening them up, setting off a whole new display of theatrics.
āFuck, fuck, your hands look so cute, do you want me to help? No? Oh, oh fuck so soft, waitā,ā you donāt wait, not when he sounds so desperate, no when youāre so desperate. Just to touch him. Feel him. Make this powerful pro-hero adored by the masses crumple under your hand, because of you. You try not to make a face, as your hand finally does feel and wrap around himā¦ and your fingers donāt quite all touch around. No, you try not to flinch or show your astonishment because only pornos had actors this big, but Mirio is hanging on to your every reaction. He doesnāt miss it. You wince, lips parting a bit as his pants hang off his hips and you hold his hard cock in your hand.
Itās hot, physically hotter than the rest of his body, and youāre slightly clammy as you give a few experimental jerks like youāve seen in videos.
āAh, mhm, here baby, like thisā¦ā his hands are so much bigger than your own, itās more obvious as one wraps around yours to show you how he likes to be touched. He tightens his hold, moaning a bit as he watches and essentially uses your hand like a sex toy. Harder and faster than youād done it, working his uncut cock up further and somewhat strangling to tip before dropping back down. Youāre enthralled, watching the reddened head leak all over you both, his pre-cum copious, helping as a lubricant to make the movements easier.
āDoes it feel good?ā You canāt help it, as he semi leans over you and masturbates with your hand, you ask a somewhat rhetorical question.
His smile melts the anxiety like the sun melts ice. āI feel like Iām going to die Iām so close to coming.ā His honest answer has you simmering. āIs that okay? Can I cum for you?ā His breathing is labored, little grunts and moans mingled but he doesnāt look away from you or the soft skin revealed to his eyes.
āY-yesā¦ā you feel silly for the words which nearly came out, but he seems to see right through you.
āI need you to say it more clearly.ā Heās moving his hips now, pushing more of his fat cock through the grip of your fist and making the muscles in your hand ache, but you refuse to release tension. You swallow the embarrassment, because this is Mirio and even if he did laugh, wouldnāt you follow too?
āI want you to cum for me Mirio, cum in my mouth.ā It sounds like a line torn from a sex tape, but itās a line which apparently has him seizing up because suddenly your yanked forward into a sitting position. His cock right by your lips, his hand using your own to work himself furiously as you instinctively open just before he gasps and his load shoots in spurts onto your tongue and lips. āSo hot, fuck youāre so hot, so pretty like thisā¦ah,ā his head is thrown back as he slows his vicious abuse, your concern for his well being unnecessary as he comes down from his euphoria. You swallow, and while youād heard horror stories of how men taste, you note itās mild and a little salty. He doesnāt taste bad at all.
Your hand is sticky and wet as you pull it off him, shiny strings of pre-cum and actual cum breaking off his softening erection as peer up at him.
Despite having a redder than usual face, Mirio looks the same. Grinning and proud looking as he shuffles off the bed to fully remove his clothes.
You really thank whatever star granted you such a man. His entire body sculpted and powerful, each muscle on display and you giggle as he flexes dramatically for you, climbing back onto the bed and encouraging you to lie back. āThank you sweet girl, but donāt you think I also deserve a taste?ā His innuendo not lost on you. Your heart picks up, but you nod with a nervous smile as you let him strip your remaining undergarments off so he could have full access to you.
Like with everything about Mirio, he isnāt shy.
Quick to use those big hands to spread your thigh, keeping you open with his own as his hands smooth up your hips, over you soft belly and up to your breasts where he leans over to capture a nipple in his mouth. You canāt quiet the noise it draws from you, your hands tangling again in his hair as you moan. His tongue lavishing your hardening nipple, wetting it and sucking as he stares and tracks every little piece of information you give to him. Like learning the moves of a villain in battle, Mirio is consciously memorizing your movements and habits to see what makes you react more.
Your hips move against nothing, his thighs keeping you spread and your wet cunt exposed to the cool air in the room as you twist and writhe beneath him. Heās gentle, even as he nips and sucks bruising marks onto your chest and up as he kisses to your jaw. āMirioā¦ā you mumble so sweetly it makes his teeth ache, and he doesnāt stop himself from sinking into your neck a little roughly with his teeth. Your sharp gasp turning into a moan as he licks the sting away.
āYouāre so cute, so precious, all mine. Iām so lucky, arenāt I?ā Heās murmuring against you, finally bringing his lips up again to kiss you deeply. His tongue and scent distracting as he lets a finger trail through your slick, jolting you with the shock of pleasure as he brushes over your clit. āDoes it feel good?ā His teasing voice is right beside your ear, and while you canāt see him, you know heās enjoying the payback. You huff a laugh, hardly focused on his words as youāre forced to accept the minuscule stimulation heās giving. Teasing and not enough.
You turn your head, using your grip in his hair to make him stay while you whisper in his ear. āIt feels so goodā¦ but itād feel better inside me.ā He groans, his cock once again aching and hard as he rests his head in the crook of your neck while he allows his finger to push inside your pussy. If youād thought his cock was hot, you had no idea how warm inside you were. Mirio momentarily stunned by the intensity of your body temperature as heās forced to imagine the tight wet space stretching to fit him.
āI think Iām going to lose my mindā¦ā his whisper is barely audible, and you donāt get a chance to question him as he adds another finger, this time you feel the stretch. āMirio, oh,ā you tremble beneath him, hands leaving his hair to wrap around his free hand braced on your hip. You canāt help but watch, feeling so wound up felt both incredible and frustrating all at once. āI want to cum, Mirio, please,ā your little whines and moans were already leaving him dizzy, but your begging with those wide watery eyes made it hard not to get rougher with you. Your pussy soaked his hand, the wet squelching of each thrust of his fingers inside of your gooey walls making you twist and grind your hips onto him.
āMāgonna cumā¦ā the build it up quick and slow all at once, Mirio finally hitting a spot inside that had stars bursting in your eyes. The tight coil in your belly snaps as you shake and come apart for him. āThatās it, so goodā¦ā heās working you down slowly, easing the speed and intensity as you come down, kissing your forehead so gently.
You drowsily look up at him, as he brings his fingers to his lips and noisily sucks each one clean as he holds eye contact. You huff in embarrassment, trying not to show how arousing the display truly way. āDo you think you could cum on my tongue next baby?ā His serious expression was enough to have you focusing despite the lull of your body.
He wants to make you come again?
You couldnāt help but feel giddy, nodding and letting out a happy giggle as he kissed your cheeks, nose, and lips. āThank you pretty girl.ā He never ceased to amaze, because should it be you who was thankful? It hardly mattered as your attention drifted to his lips traveling down, leaving marks in his path to your sopping wet pussy.
āSo pretty,ā he chuckles as you shy away, feeling odd having him just stare at you. His hands moving to spread the lips of your cunt to stare at your twitching hole he wanted to fill so badly. His blue eyes are nearly black, his pupils blown wide and face so flushed he appears intoxicated. āDonāt just stareāoh!ā Heās on his elbows the next moment, hooking around your thighs and spreading you wider as he comes within an inch of touching your pussy. His mischievous gaze holding your own as he sticks his tongue out to lick one fat strip up your folds.
āFuck,ā you shudder, the foreign feeling consuming. So much softer than any toy or time youāve used your fingers. Itās feather light at first, ticklish and textured as he laves at your clit lazily, letting you adjust to the sensations. Itās not long before your hips are wiggling, your little moans getting louder. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt naughty and arousing to your ears. Your hands were back into his hair, trying to pull him closer as he experiments with pressure, speed, and location.
Direct kitten licks to your clit drives you wild, the soft little sweet sensations making you shiver and gasp. His tongue delving inside of you makes you grind harder against him, soaking his face. When he sucks on your clit though, you come almost instantly, crying out in panic as he tears a viscous orgasm from you too quickly.
āMirio! Hgh!ā Your back arches off the mattress, and you nearly tear his hair out as he watches up in amazement as you jerk in his hold, further soaking him as you come. He didnāt expect such an intense release, but as you twitch and gasp for air he kindly wastes none of your release. Licking you up and moaning as the mental video of you shattering beneath him plays.
āThat was perfect, you did perfect, thank you,ā heās kissing you senseless, pushing the taste of your own release into your mouth as he knocks your thighs almost painfully far apart and settles himself between them. You felt so small like this, caged in by his enormous frame and kind eyes. His hair messy and falling a bit into his face as he traces his thumb over your cheek. Letting you fully catch your breath.
āHow do you feel? Are you tired?ā His question sparks a bit of rebellion in you, as you eye him with the same pout heād aimed at you earlier tonight and the same words, āNot even a little.ā
He laughs, boisterous as he pulls you into a hug so familiar and like Mirio, nuzzling into you and kissing you with such affection it makes you laugh as well. āI love you sunshine, you know that?ā
āI do now,ā you quip, kissing his nose as he grins.
āGood,ā he kisses you deeper, pulling your focus to his lips as he grips his leaking cock and lines himself up, letting your slick coat his tip as he pressed forward a little.
The sting is a bit sharper than you expected. Gasping into the kiss and making him pause as he checks on you.
āMāfine,ā youāre forced to verbally assure, least he stop and you wouldnāt put it past him to do so.
āYou tell me if Iām hurting you, promise?ā You nod, doing your best now not to let even a peep even as you feel the stretch and burn of him pushing inside. It doesnāt hurt but itās a strangely new sensation as your muscles spasm and clench around the hard cock splitting you open.
āSo tight,ā your eyes lock onto his ruined expression, taunt and twisted as he whines, finally letting his tip press up against your cervix where youāre left out of breath and panting. He bites his bottom lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood as he waits, because thatās what it said online and heād be damned if he hurt you by being impatient.
Itās you who has to initiate movement, wrapping your arms around his neck as the burn inside you fades and the need for friction increases, your hips moving and cunt clamping down. It drags another hissed moan from his lips, his hips automatically bucking a little and making your voice mimic his.
āYeah? Feel good sunshine?ā Heās breathless, already close to an orgasm but refusing to give in before you do. You nod, clinging to him and the feeling of being so full and pressed against his hard body as he begins to rock into you.
āYou feel so good, made for me arenāt you baby? Made for my cock.ā You arenāt ready for his words as you shiver, his thrusts slow but gaining in power as you relax and allow him in deeper. āYou sound like it feels good, should I go faster?ā Heās speeding up before you even nod, delirious and pussy drunk as he holds you close, arms around your back and head as he pants into your ear, licking the shell and moaning for you as you mewl and lock your legs around his waist.
You feel the coil winding up in a new way, less noticeable at first but building and drawing your attention as you begin really crying out. His cock slamming into you, hitting inside just right that it leaves you scrambling for even a single thought as pleasure consumes you both. Heās lost in you more so, overcome with delight and pleasure as he ruts into you. His focus only on getting you to come so he can too, his energy mounting despite his strenuous efforts.
āM-Mirio~ māgonnaā again, oh please, I needā,ā your voice is hoarse as you cry and moan for him, babbling adorably as you try and plead for him to give it you. To let you cum for him.
āFuck, you need to cum? Go ahead sunshine, all over my cock, cum for me.ā Heās smiling but itās more of a flash of canines as he moves a hand between you, thumbing at your clit and giving you the final push over the edge as you do cum. āInside me, cum inside,ā your voice has him losing reason as he fucks you. Balls slapping at your ass as he pumps himself into you fast and hard now. Pussy gripping him as he moans, crying out into your throat as he finishes right behind you. Spilling his hot load deep into you, but his hips donāt still.
āFuck fuck, you feel so good, so good sunshine, fuck, could die like this, so good,ā heās senseless, coming apart as he just keeps moving.
āM-Mirioā,ā itās too much.
His cock doesnāt soften. His hips working in short hard thrusts but theyāre beginning to lengthen you realize. The pleasure is blinding but as it drags on, you panic, stuttering through your words as you try to grab his attention.
His eyes are half lidded, hair covering one up as he licks his lips and focuses down where youāre both joined. Mesmerized by how your little cunt takes his cock, how wet you are, how good you feel.
āSātoo much!ā You sink your nails into his forearms, but heās just fucking you harder, moaning and losing himself as you feel another orgasm approaching. āMirio please I canātāoh, wait Iā hah, please!ā You feel light headed as he continues pounding and screwing you stupid, your body jerking a bit with the force of his thrusts as he grips you tight to keep you from getting away. You realize heās mumbling under his breath, sweat dripping down his face and body as he works you both into overstimulation and another orgasm.
āGonna fill you up, fuck, see you dripping my cum for days, fuck,ā heās unfocused as he sits up, pulling you almost into his lap as he grips your hips and angles them to better sink into you.
āmācomingā!ā your vision goes dark for a moment as youāre wracked with another orgasm so close to the last, losing logic as he keeps going, moaning and whining as he grits his teeth and comes again soon after.
āShit, Iām coming,ā he nearly crushes you with his weight as he once more pulls you to his chest. This time he stills, and you feel his cock twitch every few seconds, his warm cum painting your walls as he kisses your neck and face. Your tired limp body in his arms too weak to really reciprocate much.
āThank you baby, so good for meā¦ā youāre ready for sleep to pull you under as Mirio showers you with affection, but your eyes snap open in panic as his deflated cock starts to harden again. āFuck just need you one more timeā¦ one moreā¦ā you whine, hand pushing as his face but his hips are already moving and sliding his thick cock out of you before pushing in.
āMirioā,ā
āOne more time, you can do one more for me right sunshine?ā His soft eyes, sweet smile, so charming and disarming. You nod unconsciously, not understanding your tired mistake until heās flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up, realization dawning as he slams back inside and leaves you reeling. āFuck, thank you baby, so tight shit,ā heās gone.
You learned two things that night.
Mirio is a liar, and one more meant three moreā¦ and he gives incredible massages, which you found out in the morning after you woke up sore and angry.
while gaza is much bloodier, gaza has journalists reporting daily. as a journalist you will be targeted viciously but it's a delayed risk because the enemy isn't on ground. your enemies are cowards who plot and kill you from afar.
in sudan it's impossible to report anything because the enemy is walking down your street (if not in your house) like rabid dogs. you will be shot on sight. it's an immediate risk. there is no time to capture or comment on anything. whatever information you put out will be your first and last.
in sudan, the updates come from the warring factions filming themselves, not from civilians. and you can imagine the bias and inaccuracy of their egotistical daily vlogs and official statements.
which is why it's more imperative than ever to follow Sudanese creators and journalists who do report on the little information that does come out.
here's a post on where to get daily updates about Sudan
disclaimer: palestinian press also deal with immediate risks when confronted with IDF on-ground.
Not to be poor, but we're out of food and almost out of drink. If you can spare anything, even a dollar, that would be immensely helpful, moreso than you know.
I'm going to sleep now, so hopefully I'll wake up and be able to get food for breakfast come the morning š„¹ Thank you
Hi yes hello this is the case again, got about $12 to our name, so if you're in the holiday spirit and wanna help us make it through the new year and into 2024, that would be both amazing and totally tubular of you
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Right now, my gf and I are struggling greatly with burnout, busy schedules, care taking and school work. On top of all of that my gf is losing their health insurance on the 30th and needs their medication. We need $125 ASAP aka today for transportation costs to support my gfs disabled elder, and to be able to get their meds hopefully by the end of today 12/18/23
Bills have put us into the negative and we have until the 21st to get out before they restrict our account. Pls lend a hand if u can, we've been going through it this month and need all the help we can get!
if you're still taking prompts can I ask for "Smoothing your fingers down your lover's tie, fixing where your lover couldn't tie it right." with Jason from the prompts list?? I just finished bruised strawberries and I have terminal Jason brainrot lmao
A/N: I feel you on the Jason brainrot š Glad you liked BS tho!!
You move Jasonās trembling fingers away from where he fiddles with his tie. You take over, your movements slow and precise as you fix his wonky suit. Fingers trailing over his outfit, you give him an appreciative onceover.
āPretty as a peach,ā you murmur, shooting him a sweet smile.
Jason swallows thickly, chin dipping as he tries to hide from the compliment. You brush upwards, fingertips grazing his cheekbones and twisting around the lone white curl that hangs over his forehead. Heās so, so very attractive, and his nervousness has always been endearing as hell.
āThereās still time to call this off,ā you say, voice barely above a whisper, as if anything louder would shatter the delicate atmosphere of the room.
His eyes shoot upwards hastily. āNo, Iāā Jason sighs softly. His hands come to rest on your shoulders where he toys with the sash that rests there. āI want this,ā he says. He thumbs at a sewn-on golden coin, dazed because he knows that in the next hour youāll share a last name. He never thought heād see the day.
Then, Jason snorts with a shake of his head. āBesides, you know how much shit my family would give me for being a runaway groom?ā
With a roll of your eyes, you give him a light punch. Youāre practically eloping with how small of a crowd thatās invited. Neither of you could face the swathes of Gotham at a ceremony. āYouāve never let them stop you.ā
His mouth pulls up at the corner. āTrue.ā
Itās at that moment that Dick knocks and pops his head between the ajar door. āTheyāre almost ready for you two,ā he says, and visibly, he looks far more excited than he should be considering itās not even his wedding.
You look at Jason. āLast chance.ā
He grins. āNo way, sweetheart. Youāre stuck with me.ā He chases his words with a kiss to the temple as he ushers you out of the room.
š Requests open for Pietro Maximoff, Jason Todd, and Roy Harper.
Hey lovely, Iāve been having a rough couple of weeks lately. How do you think Pedro would help his S/O who was experiencing this?
Hey, sweetheart! Iām so sorry you are going through difficult times.Ā š I hope everything is going to be all right soon! I know it is not much but you can always send me a message if you need someone to listen. š¤šš¤
Pedro would do anything to make you feel better.
He would make you your favorite beverage, tuck you into bed and sit across from you so he could give you a foot massage while you are telling him what hurts you.
He would be a very good listener and a very bad masseur.Ā šš But his caring touches on your skin, his playful kisses on your leg, the loving look in his eyes would instantly make you feel better a little.
After you finished your drink he would lay beside you and pull you into his arms, squeezing you into a comforting hug. Then he would tell you how much he loves you and that no matter how long the dark days will last he will never stop loving you and will never stop doing whatever he has to do to make you happy.
Because seeing you broken like that is the worst for him.
He would tell you he understands how hard is it to be strong but what you are going through now is only temporary. There will always be worst days and there will always be better days in your life but he will always be with you and he will always love you more than anyone in the world.
He would want you to talk to him, message to him anytime you need him and he would send you funny or cute pictures every hour while he is away from you so he can ask how are you doing at the moment. Only to make sure you are all right.
He would promise that every end of these difficult days he is going to surprise you with small things he knows you love so there always be something you can hold on to survive the day.
So every day you would come home to a pillow fortress with popcorn and a movie or a nice bath with wine or a romantic dinner with your favorite dessert.
And every night before sleep he would snuggle up to you in your bed so he could whisper against your neck how lucky he is to have you in his life because no matter what, you always be his happiness.
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