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Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a "tits over ass any day" kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

"They're just so... Squishy... -a-and soft-"

That's exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You're proud of your body, the self love that you'd been teaching yourself rearing it's head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they're yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He's just doing it for fun - just because it's there, really, but that doesn't explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

"Hey babe, what's up?...

"I want-... I- I want-.… To fuck them..."

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn't mean...

"You wanna fuck who, now?"

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

"No, silly... I wanna fuck your tits..."

Huh. Well at least you're not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what's brought this on.

In reality, he's always fantasized about fucking your tits. It's the very image that gets him off when you're not there to help him, but he's finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

"... Alright. I don't see why not~"

He's almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you're stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he's kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He's never came so quickly in his life, but you don't mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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Day 19 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Izuku is just a little disappointed that you broke his promise to not touch yourself, but that doesn't mean he wasn't happy watching.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help, be sure to give 'em a follow!

551 words.

It's not like you knew he was watching. You didn't even know he was back. Sure, you should've kept the promise that you made to him, but it was just too damn hard.

He had made you promise not to touch yourself.

But he had also sent you pictures of himself every day. Pictures of him working out, meeting other famous heroes that he had fanboyed about... You feel selfish for wishing that he hadn't left for another country for this urgent mission. He must be having so much fun right now.

Unbeknownst to you, he is.

He had wanted to come home early and surprise you, so he took extra care to scout the house and make sure he wouldn't be spotted coming in. He had even left his luggage out in the car so he wouldn't have to fuck around with it.

Only, he was the one who got the surprise. The door was opened just a crack as he went to investigate what was happening. Apparently, since you're 'home alone' you would be as loud as you wanted.

He already knew what was happening even without having to look, being very... Well aversed with the sound of your moans. He was just curious. He had faith that you wouldn't ever be cheating on him, so he's disappointed in you for breaking your promise.

He also wanted to see what you looked like while breaking that promise for... Research purposes.

So, he stands with his arms crossed, the muscles in his forearms bulging and his biceps sturdy in that skin tight shirt you always love to see him in. His stance is assertive and radiates an air of superiority that he doesn't quite own up to while he watches you rub your clit with glistening, slick-coated fingers. How interesting.

You were so, so close to your orgasm when the life is frightened out of you. The door is finally opened fully as your husband knocks on the door with a blush, seemingly hypnotised by the sight of you. As dominant as he can be, he had never stopped being blushy and bashful when he saw you naked like this. Not that he got to stare for very long, anyway, since you had just practically torn the sheets to pull them over you so quickly.

You cover your body, embarrassed and confused, but happy nonetheless. Your husband is back, even if he's a dirty little voyeur.

"I- Izuku?-... I thought... -tomorrow?..."

Surely you hadn't gotten the dates wrong, you had been looking forward to tomorrow since the minute he left, you would've noticed the dates...

"I wanted to surprise my wife, is that not allowed?..."

You're not really in a place to squint at his sass-filled reply, but you do anyway.

"I just didn't realise that you were busy. -Busy, breaking your promise."

Okay, now you feel bad.

"Look- I just missed you- and you looked so good in those photos- I- I just couldn't take it anymore babe-... I missed you."

This is when he melts. How could he be mad at you for this? Besides, he sent those particular photos on purpose. He could deny that this was his plan to get his fill of you as "punishment" all day and night, but he would be a liar.

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Day 26 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: you just wanted to talk to Yoko, but he had something else planned once he saw how you longed for him.

695 words.

You love your boyfriend. It doesn't matter whether he's Shuichi or Kurama, you love him nonetheless. But getting to see him as Shuichi every day makes you think that he's hiding from you.

You had been wondering for a while now, why you never really got to see Kurama. Was he just more comfortable being Shuichi? Or did he think that you were more comfortable with Shuichi? Whatever the reason, you wanted to get it sorted out. Anything, just to get your hands on those soft silver ears of his one more time.

"Shuichi, baby? ... Why do I never get to see Kurama?..."

Oh boy, here it comes. The dreaded question that immediately has him bowing his head in exasperation as Kurama stirs inside of him. Hearing the longing tone of your voice does nothing but stir the spirit inside of him, and Kurama starts to fight for his place in the spotlight. If his loving, doting girlfriend wanted to see Kurama, then that's what you would get.

"uhm... Well- you can see him now, if you would like that. It's just... I tend to be a little more possessive in that form-"

He's hushed by your dismissal as you tell him that everything's fine, and that you just wanted to see those fox ears one more time.

Boy, were you wrong.

Because sitting in front of you now is a fox demon who's all too comfortable with staring straight into your soul. Those ears, though... They're just irresistible.

His eyes widen and he stares up at you as you suddenly start to pet at his ears, kneading them with your fingers and massaging them in ways that has him relaxing every tense muscle against you.

So you don't necessarily see it coming when you're pounced on by the fox, and a strangled yelp is all you're able to release as he secures his teeth into your neck. The pain stings and radiates down your body like an electric shock, and you arch your back, clinging to him while he mounts you.

His eyes are hungry, and his tail swishes around behind him in slight agitation. There's a tent in his baggy fighter's pants too, which you hadn't expected.

He growls in an attempt to get your attention back, his soft hands trailing over your eager body in an attempt to pull you from your thoughts. He doesn't like it when all of your attention isn't focused solely on him, apparently. The next few minutes pass by you in a haze, and you willingly spread your legs for your boyfriend, letting him go to town.

The silver fox is feral for you, growling and biting, and as he fishes his leaking cock from his boxers you can't help but get excited. Of course you've entertained the thought of having him in this form, but you didn't want to be the one to propose it, so you consider yourself as a very lucky woman right now.

Your underwear is soaked, and upon feeling this with clawed, pale fingers Youko smirks at you, cooing and peeling the fabric away.

"so wet, already? What a good girl"

There are no words to explain how that just made your belly jump with arousal, and you're so distracted by his smooth, buttery voice alone that when his cock prods at your waiting cunt, you can only moan into his neck while he fucks into you slow.

The stretch is harsh but you push through the pain, needing to feel his arms around you as he pistons his hips against your own.

But pleasure is almost replaced with confusion when he pushes far enough inside of you for you to feel... Resistance? It's like he's suddenly gotten much bigger and you fear that he won't fit, even as he pushes harder into you.

"Ah-! Owh- what is that? Kurama?-"

He merely chuckles in response, licking at the bite marks he's left on your neck affectionately, shushing you and calling it his knot. Through his mumbles you finally manage to catch what he's saying, and your eyes widen comically before a lewd scream is torn from your throat, much to Yoko's satisfaction.

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I will slowly be uploading content for the next few weeks, but I'm in the process of moving house again and leaving all of my friends behind, and my job is very taxing since I work with the mentally ill, so I hope you guys can give me a chance to make it up to you.

Oh I'm so glad it helped! I go through phazes of hate for my boobies as well lmfao so this was equally as therapeutic for me ksllalskxhbx

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Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he’s always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a “tits over ass any day” kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

“They’re just so… Squishy… -a-and soft-”

That’s exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You’re proud of your body, the self love that you’d been teaching yourself rearing it’s head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they’re yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He’s just doing it for fun - just because it’s there, really, but that doesn’t explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

“Hey babe, what’s up?…

“I want-… I- I want-.… To fuck them…”

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn’t mean…

“You wanna fuck who, now?”

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

“No, silly… I wanna fuck your tits…”

Huh. Well at least you’re not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what’s brought this on.

In reality, he’s always fantasized about fucking your tits. It’s the very image that gets him off when you’re not there to help him, but he’s finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

“… Alright. I don’t see why not~”

He’s almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you’re stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he’s kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He’s never came so quickly in his life, but you don’t mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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Day 25 of Kinktober

Summary: iida is a tease. It's too bad for him that you are too.

465 words

He knows what he's doing.

When his thick, strong hand, about twice the size of your own clutches your thigh so gently under the dinner table, he still knows what he's doing.

He is by no means oblivious to your subtle fidgeting, and the way you casually grind against the seat to get just a hint of relief.

Just a couple of hours, he said. Only a couple of hours until the two of you get to go home and you get to ride him until he cries. But for now, you must be patient.

He's been giving you subtle looks throughout the day, eyeing you up in your pristine red dress and working out how you can achieve such balance in heels like that. Dark, ocean blue eyes longer on your legs as the cross, and skim over your bust and the curve of your hips that he loves to hold in the privacy of your own home. He doesn't mean to be so ungentlemanly by staring, but you're the one thing that has him throwing his sense out of the window.

Upon noticing this, you decide to have a little fun with it. Throughout your date your arms are constantly being crossed and uncrossed under your bust, pushing them up while you watch him crumble. The two of you are teasing eachother at this point, you can't help but be just as entranced as he is.

By the time that you're both on your way home, Tenya has to restrain himself from grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you into a kiss in the car, still parked in the driveway, but he knows that doing such a thing would result in some rather... steamy windows.

In the end, he's forced to carry you to your shared bed, not concerned with undressing under the premise of needing you right this second. It's always date night like these that you both have the most fun.

You finally get to feel the warmth of his skin against yours after hours of anticipation and needy whining in the quiet of your private booth. His hands drag over your body as if mapping it out even if he's seen it so many times before, like he's trying to burn it into his memory.

It makes you feel appreciated in every way, especially as you grind your hips against his in a little circular rotation, and he releases the moat broken moan you've ever heard from the man as you feel his warmth filling you up.

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