HighSchool!Cartman X Reader Smut

grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

she’s mine ; george x reader

(L-R) John Lennon, George Harrison, Pete Best, Paul McCartney and Stuart Sutcliffe at the Indra Club, Hamburg, 17 August 1960

request: 25. w/ George? 25- “You so much as touch a single hair on her/his head, I will tear your spine clear out of your body.” a/n: why do i always have the same plot???? like ur friends with a beatle and surprise, they like you lol pairing: george x reader summary: you visit george, your friend, in Germany and his bandmate, Stuart flirts with you. george doesn’t like that and he reveals something warnings: swearing year: 1960 word count: 785

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(THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING DELAYS I'VE HAD WITH THIS FIC IS INSANE.)

☆ Quit undressing me with your eyes!!

Yandere! '12 Michealangelo x Reader

Tws/cws: Yandere behaviour, AFAB reader, sexual innuendos, obsessive/posessive tendencies, sexual content, masturbation, nonconny thoughts, rape fantasies, Mikey got mad intrusive thoughts :3

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Even though he's a teenager, Michealangelo never really got any sexual thoughts, that until he met you.

He's never ever thought or Shinigami or Renet in such lewd ways, but you...you were different.

He can't even look at you without being plagued by the thought of bending you over the nearest ledge and fucking you absolutely stupid.

Your beautiful face, your lovely curves, your bubbly personality - literally EVERYTHING about you got his dick hard.

But like, how could he not? You just looked absolutely gorgeous just sitting there comepletely oblivious to every fucked up and lewd thought going through his head.

You have no idea how much he wants to shove his cock down your throat, or force himself into you, with you holding onto him grabbing and clawing at whatever you can, begging him to stop, screaming for help only for no one to come to your aid.

Your teary eyed expression full of dread turning into one of ecstasy. Your sobs turning into pleasure filled moans, motivating him to fuck you even harder.

.

.

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"Mikey?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. You were smiling at him with a bit of concern plastered on your face. "You're staring again, heh.." you laughed nervously, darting your eyes to the couch, "Hey, I bought you guys pizza!"

Quickly forgetting the vile imagery of you in his head, he grinned and bounced in the couch excitedly at the thought of his favourite food.

"Aww thanks dudette!" The turtle pulled you into an embrace, freezing as he feels your tits agaisnt his plastron.

Oh what he'd give to breed the fuck out of you right now. ♡

You pull away from the hug after a moment and pat Mikey on his head. "I'm gonna go hang out with Donnie in the lab, cya man!" Yeah that's probably be best for your safety anyway. Michealangelo doesn't think he could hold himself back much longer.

"Cya later dudette!" He waved at you as you left the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

Oh.

And a box of pizza!

Whew. That took a lot out of me to finish 👁👁

Alright I hope y'all enjoy lmfao

bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact 

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening. 

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up. 

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

I have this theory that the reason why Barbatos' and MC's relationship is so slow burn in the main story is because Barb already knows what's going to happen. He can see the future, he knows that inevitably he's joining MC's harem, so he's just enjoying the little things in their interactions. The other characters are so thirsty and possessive/kinda selfish over MC because they're human and they're scared of their mortality. But maybe Barbatos is already at peace with that. He probably knew he was going to fall in love with MC since the exchange program was being planned, so he's had plenty of time to just accept it and grieve before even meeting them

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I agree!! I always thought Barbatos knows he loves MC / is going to love MC and just..accepts it.

He doesn't mind if he isn't selected as their lover or not, he knows there's at least one timeline out there where the two of them are together. He's okay with it if this timeline isn't one of them. As long as there is at least one future with you he doesn't mind. Sure, he isn't the lucky Barbatos from that timeline but that won't stop him from watching them intently and dreaming about the "What if"

He knows Diavolo loves you. It'd be selfish for him to make moves on you. He's just a humble butler, you could have any other suitor. Barbatos has been dedicated to the young master since he was a child. He wouldn't throw that away for a human.

The only way the human could be with Barbatos is if they made a point to select him as his lover. I can't see him making any passes at MC. He'll never do it.

Even if he can't have you, there's always your next life. He will wait as long as it takes, he sees no point in rushing this. Good things come to those who wait. There's a lesson where he gets hit with a spell that makes him be affectionate with MC and call them his darling and he fucking apologizes. On the surface it's a "Sorry I didn't ask for your consent." But maybe he was apologizing because he knew the timing was right/ he knew you were going to be unobtainable in this timeline.

It's gotta suck for Barbatos on lesson 16. Especially if he knows he's going to fall in love with MC. Knowing his beloved is about to die and he can't save them without breaking time and space? My dumb heart, owie!

Barbatos has always been the most mature to me. I respect and fear him. He's a breath of fresh air, I don't know how Barbatos fans survive given how little he is appreciated.

This is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I like to imagine Barbatos and his lover living hundreds of lives together. That or a God like MC that has lived just as long as he has and they've been together for thousands of years, they have an off again on again relationship. Not because they fight or hate each other but just because life gets in the way. He and his lover will spend hundreds of years together being completely inseparable and then they'll go thousands of years without seeing each other before they see each other again and they go right back to doting on each other as if no time has passed. Neither of them have taken on new lovers while they were split. They only need each other.

Ahh, it's just so sweet. The concept of them being able to have completely separate lives and still being able to love and trust each other despite everything just makes my brain go brrr. I have a habit of listening to sappy love songs and imagining this scenario T^T

MORE, MORE, MORE

— mammon x f!reader

syn: One orgasm is never enough for Mammon, he’s greedy for it. Well, he’s the Avatar of Greed after all. He lives up to the name, of course, proudly so.

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, unprotected sex, implied multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cervix fucking, demon fucking, implied cum eating, pet names (my sweetheart, my treasure, my darling) divider: cafekitsune.

word count: 1.2k

notes: this is a repost from my deactivated acc + now cross-posted on my ao3 !

“Ma—ah fuck. . ! M-Mammon, can’t—ngh!” “Aah shit. . ! Just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” Mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. Your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, and earning groans from Mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘Just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes Mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it was almost painful, his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

Your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. You’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times Mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch.

You could feel your legs trembling as Mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it. It was sticky, damp, and stuffy.

The mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. Mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

His king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. Another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. His horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

Mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form due to the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size.

“Aah. . Mammon . . !” “Haah! T-that’s it, my treasure. . Moan for me.”

Mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. Fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

Before you could close your eyes shut from the way Mammon’s blunt tip repeatedly hit your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. It didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

The white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, Mammon was in his full demon form. It was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming.

His wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. Mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. A small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

Mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. The sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

This time, it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. Your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream.

Mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

The thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. His muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. He moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him.

The two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. Mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

You didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—Mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress.

He gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and Mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip.

How filthy.

“I’m far from being done with you. .” Mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. You opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was.

“Mhm, I’m going to suck this out of you.”

He gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. Mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“Just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” Mammon whispered against your skin. “Mhm—aah! Y’so greedy, M-Mammon.” you moaned. He couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“Now, I’d be worried if I wasn’t.”

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casual horniness because it's halloween n i love werewolves ☁️

imagine ur werewolf bf being the runt of his litter. he's shorter, more submissive, not terribly strong, more like a cute puppy than a fierce wolf, n dying to just be in charge for once! you, his beloved mate, are all he's ever wanted! you're so sweet n so soft compared to his skinny roughness.

imagine it finally being a full moon n him going completely feral for your ample hips n waist. he's gripping everything he sees while eating you out, long tongue drooling all over your cute cunt while you scream out in ecstasy <3, he's not gonna stop eating till you've cum at least three times from his tongue alone :)))

once you've cum enough he's pushing you back onto the bed with a deep growl, almost daring you to challenge him n pressing his heavy, dripping cock to your soaked pussy. he's so slow abt giving you what u need too!! what a bug meanie :(((((

ofc he could never leave his mate hanging! a few gentle thrusts against your hole n he slid in with easy, letting out such cute lil awoos from how wonderful you feel around him :))))

imagine him going so feral that his mind goes blank n he starts using u like a living pocket pussy :))), he's got his arms around you, watery eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth wide open for him to drool n tell u how good you are, how tight ur pussy is, n how much he loves u <3333

imagine his thrusting only getting rougher as he begs u to keep scratching his ears n petting his back, the thick knot at the base of his cock swelling n ready to tie you both together,,,ofc he's gonna cum inside! cumming anywhere else would be blasphemy!

his hug gets even tighter as he holds u still in order to knot your tight hole <3 n once he squeezes in???? sweet boy is throwing his head back for a big awoo with his tail wagging rapidly behind him.

once down from his high, he's kissing ur neck n apologizing like the good wolfie boy he is, all while shyly asking if he can fuck you like that again once his knot goes down <3

happy halloween, babies! get that free candy n stay safe <3☁️

totally wasn't thinking about gorou n tighnari from genshin impact when i wrote this tho- definitely wouldn't let them both blow my back completely out <3

18+

wally clark that’s a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly he’s all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that can’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.

wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when you’re trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. “you look so fucking pretty under me, baby”. wally clark that’s like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. “what’re you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?” “gonna say it was you” “you’re fucking right you will, baby”

STUDY BUDDY.

An easy afternoon date with your favorite tutor <3

tutor izuku 🥺 + fem reader. cunnilingus + size kink + pussyjob. messy relationship dynamics (is he ur tutor? is he ur bf? we don’t know anymore) but ur in love w him ok? insp by @oh-katsuki & this post by @kazuwhora ♡

betaed by my baby @ihatebnha :3

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

your eyes flicker up from the pretty girth of Izuku’s neck. you can’t really help yourself—all of him is just so pleasing to look at. the swift curve of it leads into the broad stretch of his shoulders. shoulders that blend into thick arms that give way to a pair of hardworking hands. they’re covered in scars, his hands. palms and knuckles, alike. he must’ve been a fighter as a kid.

the thought of nearly makes you burst into a fit of giggles. izuku? a fighter?

he wouldn’t hurt a snake if it bit him.

you smile at the frown settled into ‘zuku’s mouth. your fingers bat away at a few stray strands hung over his eyes. he lets you.

you sigh sweetly, adoringly. little hearts beat in your eyes. “your hair’s so much longer now.”

Izuku sighs, exasperated as he leans into your touch. the unfortunate frustration in his voice is a symphony to you.

“i know it’s complicated. let me walk you through the steps, okay? it’ll be so easy after that! i promise.”

you groan, shifting forward on the blanket to sit next to him and smush your face into his shoulder. your whining comes muffled against the cremé cashmere of his sweater.

the study date is in the middle of a field near your college campus, both of you entangled at the legs atop a large pink blanket you’d brought from your dorm. you’re curled into his side, humming a pleased little moan when he shifts closer to you.

it’s a multipurpose field. normally, it’s buzzing with laughter and vibrant energy when you come out here. but oddly enough, there aren’t a lot of eyes out this Wednesday afternoon. but you suppose that may be a good thing. the sun showers the earth in gold, easy winds surf through the air, and you and izuku soak it all up for yourselves.

“i don’t care about statistics, izuku.” you nudge his knees apart with the your achilles—he jumps. squeaks in surprise when you nudge your way onto his lap. his hands jump to your hips reflexively, and he eases you down into his lap as if he’s done it a million times before.

izuku’s always been very patient with you. lenient and forgiving; he indulges in your whims more often than he cares to keep track, but what can he do when his favorite little minx is just so—

“can’t you just do it for me?” you whine, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck. he’s slumped enough that, like this—kneeling at the top of your knees—you could give him a face full of tits.

pretty tits. your tits.

“tutors don’t do the work for you.” he chastises, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. he’s happy enough to simply sit and soak in the warmth you give, settled comfortably into his lap and curled around his torso. he’s content enough just looking at you. with pink blush dancing across your cheeks. and your hair pinned up so pretty. and your lips, so glossy and sticky..

if you…

izuku swallows.

if you leaned in, even. just—just a liiitle more. he could—no, izuku. stop that.

he tries again, “don’t you wanna learn how to do it without me?”

you mull over his words. weigh your options carefully for two, maybe three seconds before you lean up again to wrap an arm around the top of his shoulders. the other gently sweeps his hair back to reveal his forehead. adrenaline rushes through you when startled viridian eyes blink up into your own.

izuku doesn’t move an inch. he doesn’t even breathe.

finally, you pout, then pull back to cup his chin and gently tilt his mouth up towards your own. it’s harmless, really. just a girl having a tiny bit of fun with her tutor.

heh.

“i don’t wan’a do anythin’ without you, Izuku.” you promise like the good girl you are, batting your lashes and lovingly groping him all over. a sweet squeeze to his bicep, a hand over his pec, fingers pressing along his stomach. he’s yours to touch, after all.

izuku gapes up at you.

you, he riots to himself, you little—you damn succubus!

your warmth caresses his skin, melts into his entire body when you wrap around him like predator around prey. you feel as soft as you look. body so achingly soft, izuku let’s you take up all of his space—as much as you want. his eyes flutter shut when you lean your face down to bump your nose to his. he parts his lips for you, then, instinctively. a soft groan rumbles through his chest, and finally, he cups the back of your neck and lurches up to meet your mouth with his own.

“mmf!”

izuku doesn’t let up, doesn’t pull away until he’s had his fill. a thick, wet tongue greedily licks into your mouth. his fingers—thicker, rough, but they feel so good—sink into your hips to keep you still. but they’re everywhere, cupping your jaw, sliding up the delicate curve of your spine to bring your chest into his, to curve your body against his. once he’s impatient enough, he starts squeezing at your thighs to shift you even closer.

“wait,” you whine, helplessly clinging to him. a string of spit connects your lip to his after he finally remembers he has to breathe. “izu, izu—,”

“mhm?” he hums, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. like he’s reminiscing, lost in the memory of the feel of your mouth opening so prettily for him. his hands slide to cup the curve of your ass cheeks and gently lift. the lower half of you slides just the tiniest bit up his stomach as izuku bends his legs in at the knees to sit criss-cross beneath you.

“yeah? y’okay? did i hurt you?” he snaps out of his stupor. his hands massage up your spine, lulling you in by the waist as his eyes urgently flicker over you. “c’mere, let me see.”

izuku is strong. you’re not sure if he plays a sport—you don’t think he does. what kind of male college sports player does their own homework? let alone helps someone else do theirs? but he practically manhandled you into his lap earlier! and you’re not the easiest to lift and just plop down. you can tell just by looking at him that he’s stacked. but feeling it? that’s a completely different story.

“m’fine,” you huff, a hand at izuku’s chest to keep at bay. he’s so fussy. you’re just.. a little frazzled. the softer parts of you ache just a little from his wandering fingers. your mouth is buzzing, your nerves frayed. “didn’t think you’d—you’d—,”

“yeah,” izuku sighs wistfully. his fingers lightly stroke at your tummy from beneath the hem of your shirt. “me neither.”

you can feel his heartbeat kiss your palm from over his tit—feel it come in quick, eager thumps. he’s excited.

izuku wraps his fingers around your wrist. “knew you liked me,” he grins. “at first, i couldn’t tell. but then kacchan said i was real dumb if i didn’t see it.”

“kacchan?” who?

warm fingers give a quick squeeze to your thigh. “my roommate, baby.”

baby. your tummy flutters. “oh.”

izuku huffs a chuckle at the lost look in your eyes.

“you’ve seen him before,” he reassures you. his hair flops as he leans his forehead down to rest it on yours.

“the blond one?” he whispers, like it’s some big secret between the two of you. “gives me a hard time when you’re late for our sessions.”

“uh huh.” you nod. you remember him—vaguely. he hasn’t spoken much to you, but you do remember the fleeting sensation of being pissed off because of him.

there’d been an astringent of foul names—mostly including “shitty deku,” and a few minutes of loud pot-banging, followed by something snarky like, “someone’s always in the fucking kitchen when i need to fucking use it.”

“i don’t like the way he talks to you,” you scowl, matching the serene quiet of his tone.

izuku smiles at the irony of the serious twist in your face and reaches a large hand to engulf the side of your face. big fingers gently stroke down your cheek as a thank you, for worrying about him.

“i don’t like you either,” you say pointedly, around the thumb he has pressed to your lip. just to see the smugness in his eyes come falling apart. “you make pretty girls do math instead of just doing it for them. that’s’a crime.”

“i know,” he coos, bringing your hand to his chest, eyes glittering and a lazy smile curls across his face. “i know. m’sorry. don’t know what a villain like me was thinkin’.”

“you should be.” a quick huff to accentuate your distress. it’s hard to keep it up when he’s so adamant on touching you, feeling you, trying to lure you in and kiss you silly all over again. s’difficult to think anything when you can feel him all over you, with every inch of your skin fiending for his attention.

s’hard to focus on anything but izuku when everytime you shift your hips, everytime he adjusts beneath you, you feel it pressing into you. shamelessly bulging and throbbing against your panties.

“mhm,” izuku innocently bumps your jaw with his nose. “on my knees, begging for forgiveness, even.”

“you’re hard,” you whisper, almost petulantly. satisfaction blooms in your chest when izuku goes still against you. his mouth falls open, freckled cheeks budding hotly with pink. “and you have been. s’been sticking into me since i sat on you. don’t y’think you should handle that instead of mocking me?”

one beat.

not a lick more than one.

“izuku—!” you shriek lowly, toes curling as he suddenly throws himself forward to lay you down backwards. the palm of his hand at the back of your head cradles it from any thumps.

“how am i supposed to handle anything with you?” he pants over you, eyes dark and attentive, still so sweet on you as he frowns from above.

“you’re evil,” he groans, even as you tug him down to kiss up his jaw. “bring me out here to study, then sit on my lap? i can’t keep lettin’ you toy with me, baby.”

“s’not my fault.” your breath hitches. izuku hooks his fingers in the waistband of your skirt, uses it to jerk you off the ground by your hips, then smoothly yanks it down. while all you do is stare up at him with stars in your eyes and a hand balled in the neckline of his shirt.

“someone’ll see,” you whisper. you feel so small laid out beneath him like this. but your toes curl at the thought, the implication of being caught—someone finding you here, fucked open and stupid and dripping onto your pretty pink blanket in the afternoon sun under izuku midoriya of all people.

“they can watch,” he mumbles back, pressing his hands into the backs of your thighs. “they can watch me take you apart. can’t let you wiggle away f’rm me again.”

he trails a messy line of kisses down your neck, your chest, pauses and places one on both of your nipples—for good luck—and then suddenly, he’s having a showdown with your pussy. his warmth concentrates over your panties, and all you see of him is a sea of wavy green.

izuku ducks his head. his fingers clench at the plush yield of your thighs as he drags you closer to his face, buries his nose into the damp cotton of your cherry-patterned panties. your thighs clamp nervously around his ears—he almost misses the pitched, little “yeah,” you whimper in return.

something unintelligible rises from izuku’s chest when the smell of you wafts through his nose, when the ghost of your taste fills his mouth. he bumps his nose closer into your clit, and flicks his tongue up against your leaking hole through the cotton when you whimper about it.

“what’re you…?” your hands spring to twist in his hair when izuku tilts your hips upward and gently sucks at the material covered in your slick. “you’re so weird!”

but the man pays your embarrassment no mind. izuku breathes you in, hefty, deep gulps of your cunt. blunt nails pinch into your ass cheeks, then he drags you by the hips to pull your cunt over his face religiously. his eyes roll up at your assault on his senses. you’re everywhere, making his mouth water and destroying his brain cells—a vixen. but all of you sounds so sweet. you start to keen and whine when his nose bumps your clit over n’ over again, n’ izuku knows he’s addicted.

“thought you hated me,” he shudders. “so this—this is—,” his forehead burrows between your hips, fingers curling around the crotch band of your panties. he almost tears ‘em apart when he goes to tug them aside. when green eyes burn black and his grip on your thigh tightens enough to make you whine out loud, you think maybe he’s forgotten what he was going to say.

broad shoulders shift and flex under your legs. just this angle of izuku is enough to get your pussy flowing even messier, clenching around the tough muscle of his tongue. all you can do is hang on and cry when the man leans forward so much, he’s raising the lower half of your body into the air. sucks greedily at your puffy cunt, and you can feel it all. your toes curl, eyes rolling into your skull as izuku takes and takes and takes, swallows every wave of slick, meets every roll of your hips to smother your pussy against his face like a pro with a forceful slurp of his own.

your voice trembles, like the rest of you. “yeah, well, this’s why, y-you freak.”

soon, he’s pulling his other hand from your ass to wiggle your panties down your thighs, then off your ankles. the cotton falls from your toes and plops onto the far bottom of the blanket behind him, then izuku’s attention is lavished entirely onto the junction of nerves between your thighs.

green eyes fall low, dark and focused as he presses his tongue into your cunt without another word. he brings a thumb up to gently lift the hood of your clit and takes everything you give him, the saltine sweat and the tangy taste of pussy—the entire lower half of izuku’s face is sticky.

“y’mean that?” he asks, husky.

you don’t have much of an answer to give him, still twitching and huffing with aftershocks of a not-quite orgasm.

and when you can’t make words, izuku dips back down to plant kisses that flutter along your skin. sweet sucks to your slit, quick nips to the insides of your thighs, he takes his time carving the memory of you into his mind. wants the softness of you to imprint against his body. to haunt him for all his days and all his nights.

“so pretty,” he rasps, throaty and raw. in desperate need of oxygen, izuku has somehow managed to tear himself away from your cute, puffy pussy. one hand rubs soothingly at the curve of your waist, the other stationed next to your cheek to hold his weight over you. “knew this pussy would love me.”

“what?” you gasp, eyebrow twitching at his audacity.

“think about you so much,” he coos, grins real dreamy when your eyes find his. “how could i not? i just.. wanna be covered in you. want people to look at me and know m’all yours.”

“sh—shut up,” you whine, thighs clenching nervously around his torso. his eyes flutter at the feeling. “shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“i know, i know,” he sighs. “stupid izuku, what’s he even talkin’ about?” a dopey grin curls at the corner of his mouth when he shifts up your body just a little more to press his lips to your mouth. you welcome him, even chasing after the taste of you on his tongue when he pulls away too quickly for your liking.

izuku leans backwards to sit straight up and brings you with him with his hands splayed across your spine. follows the first kiss with a second, and then a third. and another, and another, and another, while he cradles you in his lap again. chaste, and sweet, and lovely. he’s in the heat of your fourth kiss, this one a little less tame and more tongue than the others, when you gently force your cheek to his and nudge his mouth.

“i wanna feel you.” you pant, eyes wide and begging as your breath fans over the one side of izuku’s freckled face. your arms tighten around his shoulders.

“what?” he sputters, eyes bulging from their sockets. he adjusts you in his lap with the arm around your waist, the other below your ass—you keep slipping because he’s kneeling, not sitting.

(“sit back, baby,” you purr in his ear, low and cool enough to not disrupt the meltdown he’s undergoing.)

“are you—are you sure?” he wheezes, fidgets around until you nearly slip out of his arms. “shit. sorry. i just don’t—i don’t have any condoms. i could pull out, if you really wanted? no, i want that.”

you bounce as he sets you down on the blanket in front of him, then, head hung in shame, he follows suit and plops back down to sit across from you. “and s’not safe. and i’m.. not the most reliable.”

“your pull out game’s weak?”

“what?” he stops twiddling his fingers immediately. his head snaps up to you.

“hush,” you wave him off. “lean back s’more, i’ll make it work.”

“whatever you want,” izuku softens. he plants his hands on the ground and shifts back to give you space. “could have anythin’ from me’ y’know that?”

“hm,” you hum, crawling forward to get your sticky little paws on the button of his jeans.

“a car?” you pop the button with a swift, little pinch.

“i can take you to class,” he offers instead.

“you do that now,” you tag down his zipper and pout. “sometimes.”

“you should say thank you every once n’ awhile,” he teases. radiant veridian eyes gaze down on you sweetly.

your fingers tug his jeans apart at the opening. you shimmy his jeans down his hips and reach forward to peel back his tiddy whites next.

“never,” you grin. “what would i ever thank you for?”

izuku’s cock flops out of his underwear quick enough to scare you. it throbs in the air for just a moment before slumping down n plopping onto his abdomen. it’s curved, you realize, stars spawning in your pupils and a greedy little grin curling in your mouth. you tuck the band of his underwear beneath his balls, fat and heavy under your fingertips. the contact makes izuku shiver a little.

the ardent wonder of it all dissipates slowly when you realize, subsequently, just how stupid fat it is.

you inhale sharply, eyebrows pinching at the intimidating mass of cock before you.

“why is it so…?”

“…yeah?” izuku looks down at you. a subtle frown in his mouth and a worried pinch in his brow. too—small? he’s not the biggest.. he knows that.

“so, what?” he presses, tries not to sound too forceful or anxious.

it’s heavy, you decide, finally taking the appendage into your hands. heavy, and daunting.

he’s hard, unmistakably. izuku groans when your hand stretches around the base of it. he mutters something about how soft your hands are, and the hulking, throbbing mass of veins and muscle between his thighs throbs in agreement.

“th-thick.” you frown.

izuku hisses when you grip him, cheeks flushed pink at how you faun over his cock—like it’s.. like it’s a pet, or something. his hips buck. your mouth waters as it leaks from the tip, your fingers becoming sticky after just a few pumps.

“i’m—will it—would it fit..? inside?” you gasp apprehensively, eyes skirting away at the thought of izuku being too big for your poor kitty. he’d—he’d ruin it, wouldn’t he?

you crawl back into his lap and give an experimental roll of your hips. izuku’s cock pulses against your pussy. drops of precum splatter across his navel. his hips buck up, his cock slots hungrily between your lips again, then again. it’s like he can’t stop himself.

your gaze flickers up to his face. your cheeks puff with the pout in your mouth. “you’re too busy humping me to answer.”

he yelps when your fingers find his nipple under his sweater and twist.

“i—,” izuku’s tongue becomes cotton. it’s so soft, he thinks. softer than he ever could’ve imagined. and he’s tried. “of course, it’ll fit, baby…,”

his lashes beat against his cheeks. his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as your pussy flutters along his cock. up, to the leaky tip, then down, to the wide base. your cunt spills and kisses all over the twitching muscle without mercy—you’re gonna kill him. “just gotta—gotta stretch you on m’fingers first.”

you lean back and rock your hips the way you want to. you build a steady, consistent rhythm, one hand at your clit and the other tweaking at your nipple. you make sure to roll your hips up and grind them back so your clit bumps into the head of izuku’s cock—the pressure is direct and delicious, strikes of pleasure roll up your navel and make your cunt drool over the rest of him.

you hunch forward, reaching a hand down to keep his dick in place, to make sure you can hump at it as much as you want. the soft, tightened grip makes izuku shiver. with every bump of his cock to your clit, a surge of heat splatters from your fluttering pussy.

you’re soaking him.

your eyes roll up as your chest heaves, and you even pull your hand away from the nub of nerves to unconsciously sink your nails into the thick of izuku’s chest—you need something sturdy to hold on to.

“knew you were trouble,” izuku squeezes you, utterly hypnotized. his breath fans over your cheek. “knew it when—when you’d show up to our sessions and practically sit in m’lap.”

you whine.

“always wanted to keep you there, too,” he grunts. “give you somethin’ to bounce on, right in my lap—since you wanted to be there so bad.”

something desperate escapes the back of your throat. it’s all you can do to appease him. something mean tightens in your gut, sits and swells in the deep of your pussy long enough to make tears spring to your eyes.

“but—,” you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. your heart softens at his confession, but petulance flickers across your tongue. “but you didn’t?”

izuku groans when you tighten your grip on him and drop your hips to get closer. it pulses uncontrollably in your hand, all while you hump over the top of his cock like a kitty in heat.

“wanted to take you out first,” he admits. “have you get all pretty for me. swing you around, hold your hand. make you mine.”

“izuku,” you gasp, trembling with the aftershocks.

you find your breath as your orgasm wanes. you pull your hips back to sit over the base of him. your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. pussy juices slates along the top of izu’s shaft. a cute, little snail trail.

“oh,” izuku breathes, eyes widening at the tale tell signs of your trembling pussy. “look at you. fuck, are you cumming? shit, baby.”

the coil snaps. you hump and cum and gush all over izuku with a broken wail of his name. dark waves pull and tighten in your tummy, and your entire body shudders. the hand at izuku’s chest slackens in grip, and soon follows suit is the rest of you.

“m’sorry lucky,” the words are drenched in izuku’s encouraging voice. he rumbles it right into your ear. “the prettiest girl in the world is fucking cumming all over me. god.”

you whimper, rolled tightly into his neck while the aftershocks clatter up your bones. you’ve taken refuge against his chest. the side of your head thumps with his every heartbeat. izuku’s hands flood warmth over your hips, your back. he rubs you gently, carefully easing you back down from the high of cumming all messy and drenching him in it.

you’d fall asleep if it wasn’t for his cock poking your ass.

“was it good?” izuku murmurs cheekily, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed.

“looked so pretty from down here—ugh!”

you slap his abdomen, right at above his navel, then reach down to smear the tip over his cock over your gooey entrance.

“i wanna feel you cum now,” you demand. “inside.”

“in—in—? fuck,” the words slip from izuku’s mind as you lower your hips. his cock pops through the ring of tightness at the entrance of your cunt, slick and slippery with your cum.

izuku is melting. you’ve got one hand on his abdomen to keep balance, the other wrapped meanly around his cock. you pump furiously at the base of him. in, out, in, out—your pussy clenches around the tip. hot beads of slick roll down the thickness of him, gifting your fingers a little lubrication to stroke harder beneath your pretty hole. the sight of you is a gift.

“just—just a little,” you whine, toes curling at the stretch on the inside of you. you give another roll of your hips, your nails pinching into izuku’s tummy. “can’t help m’self, m’sorry.”

“i know m’mean, but i don’t mean it,” you sniffle, press a hand to his stomach, and rock backwards on your knees.

“l-like you s’much, izu—uu!” a cry escapes you as you sink down more than you meant, the entire upper half of his cock spears into your cunt. the shock of suddenly being stretched so much sends you spiraling. you cum, again, with izuku’s name falling from your tongue religiously, mixed between squeals and squeaks.

izuku gazes up at you, fresh tears at his waterline. tries to blink them away as he gnashes his teeth together. he’s overwhelmed still, so easily—and you. you’re nothing if not overwhelming.

“fuck,” he growls, mouth pulled into a snarl. your eyes roll up at the wide, pulsing stretch of his cock. he reaches a hand for your cheeks and drags you down quickly. mwah, mwah, mwah. one kiss, two, three—and now he’s to return to splitting you open.

he grunts, “can’t believe you’re lettin’ me—sweetheart, i can’t—,”

his thighs flex. he spreads them apart beneath your weight, and bends his knees to plant his feet on the ground. leverage, that’s what he needed.

izuku plants his feet on the ground and humps greedily into your cunt until it’s stretched around too much of his stupid dick. your eyes cross as the sudden girth piles in and out of you. the sound of your own sloppy, shlurping pussy makes your body burn hot. your velvet walls flutter helplessly, the rest of you bouncing in likeness while izuku uses you. he’s just so big and heavy and strong—you know the inside of you is going to be so sore.

“you’re so deep,” you cry, tossing your head back. all of you trembles, rolling with aftershocks and overwhelming rolls of pleasure spiraling up and tightening again just beneath your navel. it drives you crazy enough to claw at izu everywhere you can get your fingers on him.

“m’too sensitive,” your nails claw at his knees.

“forgive me, baby,” izuku begs, “promise i’ll make it up t-to you, uhn.” he thrusts deeper, hits the top of your pussy as thick, hot ropes of milk fill your cunt.

“so cute when you try to be mean, y’know?” he rasps. “just to make a mess on me like th-this.”

the tears welling in his green eyes roll down his rosy, freckled cheeks. his head tilts back, stomach clenching sporadically under your fingers.

“i’m cumming,” he gasps, whines, coos. twitching and shaking underneath you, grabs a hold of you tight to ground himself. “c-cumming, m’cumming, oh no. oh no.”

there’s so much of it, goops of it spilling back down over izuku’s shaft and splattering onto the blanket below.

you fall forward with a whine, spread your thighs a little farther so izuku can get as deep as he likes. his arms come up to wrap around your waist immediately. he holds you there, thrusting helplessly as his cock pumps load after load of cum.

“s’so warm,” you sigh dreamily into his ear, lightly running your nails over his forearms. his cum pools beneath you, strings of it attaching your cunt to his cock as he jerks himself in and out of you.

“how d’you feel?” he mumbles in the come down, low and soft. a big hand soothes circles into your spine.

“m’all sore now.” phantom aches of what’s to come curl across the softer parts of your body—your thighs, your hips, your cunt. you stretch your chin up and snag the lobe of his ear by your teeth. it’s meant to be mean, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“what else?” green eyes focus intently on your face. his other hand slithers up to cup your cheeks from beneath your chin, to tilt your head to him and make you look him in the eye.

“i—,” you blink. what’s he looking for? “what are you asking me?”

his lip curls up at the directness in your tone. “ah,” he smiles, but it’s twitchy. nervous. “just wanted to make sure you don’t hate me.”

“oh.” you blink, again. just a little dumbfounded at the relief in his voice. “no,” you whisper, tender and soft and gooey. “never.”

izu’s head thumps backwards onto the blanket. his chest rises and falls as you lay across him, and even when you wiggle around, he just won’t let you pull away.

“but i will start hating you if you make me do this math homework.”

the man groans, miserably.