"cut It Out." Tomura Hisses, His Hand Pushing Your Hand Away From His Cock He Hates When You Sit Next

"cut it out." tomura hisses, his hand pushing your hand away from his cock— he hates when you sit next to him during classes.

"whyyy?" you whine, noticing the person on the other side of tomura glancing toward the both of you.

"i don't want some whore looking at my dick." he groans, his hand pulling the strings on his hoodie to hide his face.

you mumble a small 'whatever' n stuff your hand into his pants. of course he isn't wearing underwear, fucking weirdo. you play with his pubic hair, tickling him before grabbing his already hard cock— feeling his sweaty balls slide against your fingers.

you begin to pump his cock fast already causing him to hunch over in attempt to calm himself down—.

"feel good?"

"ye-yeah."

"just yeah?" you hum.

he groans, whispering — "yes, mommy."

Mommy’s milkshake

College au tenko x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, duh, exhibitionism, dubcon kinda, cum in food

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“Hey… p-pst, stop it! I mean it… s-stohaaah, stop iiit.” Tenko whispered desperately, his thighs quaking as you thumbed his slit. You didn’t listen though, no, you just kept driving him crazy while wearing that devious, grinch-like smirk that made him shudder.

You might be asking yourself: what’s going on? Why did Tenko of all people want you to stop playing with his dick? Well, it all started like maybe ten minutes before this, when you and him were walking past the entrance of the cafeteria on your way to the local game store.

You had insisted the both of you get snacks first, craving one of the chocolate milkshakes that were so heavily advertised around campus, to which he agreed mumbling about getting a panini or something.

You got your shake and joined him at the table he found. It wasn’t hard to find him, he was always given a generous amount of elbow room from his frightened peers. Immediately when you took your first sip, you realized something was off. It was just… bland. I mean, yeah, it was sweet but… that’s it. Where’s the bitter in of the chocolate? Where’s the salty of the… I don’t know, salt? It just-it should have more to it than just… sweet.

You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust, which Tenko noticed almost immediately. He took another bite of his sandwich before softly asking “was wong? Don’ like id?”

You could just barely make out what he was saying with the full mouth he had. You shrugged. “Eh.. it’s fine…”

You swirled the straw around in your drink, watching as the dark chocolate lines swirled and swirls until they faded beyond distinction and you were left with a tan brown surface. Then you took the straw out, watching as the blob of ice cream still one it started to sag in the open air, before placing the tip of your straw on your tongue and letting it fall into your awaiting mouth.

Tenko shifted uncomfortably, and seeing the movement in the corner of your eye you turned slightly to look at him, only to see a familiar blush adorning his features. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around the plastic tube then putting in your mouth and swirling it about. He whimpered. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and if you hadn’t been concentrating you would have missed it. But he whimpered.

You smirked, looking down at his lap and seeing what you had suspected. Full mast, just like that. You almost chuckled at the sight, heh, that Tenko and his libido. If you and him were the last ones on the planet he’d have the strength to repopulate the whole world single handedly you suspect. The amount of eager cum in his balls on a daily basis was a marvel of science. Which… gave you an idea actually.

With shaking hands, he returned to his sandwich, expecting that to be the end of it. So color him surprised when he felt a familiar hand groping his bulge. You wrapped your fingers around his bulge and stroked him from base to peak like a scammy claw machine continuously failing to pluck a toy from the mass. Or maybe like an octopus expanding and condensing at it swims. No, no the claw machine was a much better analogy. MOVING ON:

He nearly choked as you caressed his bulge, and his eyes darted around anxiously before settling at you, giving a pleading expression as if this wasn’t what he wanted. Silly boy, you can hear his panting and see his trembling from here. That, and he knew he could just say the safe word. But he wasn’t, was he?

You leaned over to his ear and whispered “Mommy’s milkshake is dreadfully bland. What say you help me give it some of your special flavor, hm? Be a good boy for mommy and I might just reward you tonight. Maybe I’ll use some of my special toys ‘n fill your cute little slutty hole to the brim~.”

His hips jumped at the thought and you chuckled softly. You licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, before you continued. As you spoke, your fingers became harsher and harsher, now whole handedly squeezing his package and massaging it as he tries his hardest to hold in moans.

He shook his head rapidly, his pitch black curls slapping against his temples as he tried his darnedest to resist your temptations. “N-no!” He whisper yelled in between quiet moans. “No so-aah~someone wi-will, hah, see-mmn.”

Your hand stopped and he was ashamed how much he missed your movements despite his protests. “Is my Tenko seriously telling mommy no? That’s not good boy behavior. No, that’s not good boy behavior at all. Does mommy really have to punish you so soon?”

He shook his head, biting his lip tightly as you gave him slow, hard presses with your palm. “N-no mommy.” He whispered back. “I’m y-you’re good boy, I promise.” He gasped as your hand sped up again, now reaching for his zipper.

“Good.” You said. Then you were kissing his neck again, watching as his face got redder and redder, sweatier and sweatier. You leaned back to enjoy the sight of him, your little whore trying desperately not to cause a scene, before you leaned back in for one last comment as you reached down his pants, finally pulling his member out.

“Besides. Even if someone did see you, would that really be such a bad thing? Being known as the guy with a “not giving a fuck” attitude who gets jerked off in public by his super hot girlfriend? Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Cmon, let me be your trophy wife for you.”

He shuddered. Admittedly, when you put it that way, it does sound appealing. Lord knows his reputation is in the crapper as it is, so anything helps.

You were now properly pumping him, your hand going up and down his admittedly long shaft in practiced rhythm. He was oozing pre at this point, making good lube, and the wet slaps that followed were just barely overshadowed by the chitter chatter around you. Every downstroke you were graced with the feeling of his long, wiry pubic hairs tickling your pinky, a welcomed feeling that no doubt would unfortunately make your hand smell musky for the rest of the day.

His hand rose to his mouth, and he began biting his knuckle in the hopes of muffling himself while sinking lower and lower in his crappy plastic chair. You could tell he was getting close, so with one hand you popped the lid off your milkshake and snuck it under the table. His tip hit the rim, a little bit of the cold residue stuck to it making him hiss. But the feeling was soon forgotten as you sped up, licking your lips as you nearly drooled in thirst, thirst for his cum.

“Cmon baby. Cum for me. Cum for mommy.” You once again whispered, and he whined out slightly louder than before, eyebrows curved upwards in a pleading expression as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips were rising slightly, and you knew it was only just a moment till-

“N-nyaahah!”

A hot, thick rope of cum shot out of him, landing on your fingers and making you tsk. Your hand slowed to a more gentle pace as you milked him into your cup, whispering praises in his ear as he trembled. Like usual, there was a lot, and you felt as maybe 3 or 4 good ropes hit the walls of the cup before dribbling down into the brownish cream. When he was finished, you tucked his wang back in his boxers and even zipped his pants back up for him, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaving it looking like it hadn’t been disturbed.

He was a panting mess, hand dropping from his mouth limply and sweat dripping from his forehead. You, on the other hand, remained casual, popping the lid back on your drink then clicking your tongue at the mess made on your knuckles.

Noticing your dilemma, a peer of yours stopped in his tracks as he walked by, offering you a slightly crumbled napkin to help clean up what he assumed was spilled ice cream. “Here sweetheart.”

Agitated by the pet name, Tenko regained full consciousness, about to show this guy a lesson despite his boneless state before you stopped him, declining and instead opting to lick it off. You turned slightly to Tenko, making eye contact as your tongue followed the white trail on your finger, collecting it and bringing it to your mouth. He inhaled sharply, forgetting everything else as the random guy looked at you both confusedly, but in the end didn’t care and just walked off.

With your hand clean and your shake improved, you took a big sip and smiled at the new flavors. Sweet and salty, a little sour, a little bitter, and the nice musky flavor of him. Perfect.

It’s so good that, well, maybe you’ll have to do this again.

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Tada! I did a fic! Yay…..

Idk why but lately my motivation has been poopy, so I’m sorry about that. But I hope y’all liked this. Sorry if I made this a little more “mommy” than usual hehe.

*looks at clock* It’s baby time

dad!Tomura Shigaraki is totally obsessed with those silly gamer baby onesies;

Frame by frame of the Shigadabi soft hour idk I always think back abt this

2 words, Levi + boobs

He's such a pathetic little loser begging to suck and touch them, he just can't get enough. Also imagine waking up in the middle of the night to him sucking them, he just couldn't wait til morning <3

Nsfw!

Two words I love omllllll-

‘n the first part is gonna sound a lil silly- probably- but it popped into my head and I don’t apologize :)

but Levi need to fidget with something 24/7 why do you think he’s always tapping away at his phone? It’s so he has something to do with his hands!!!

So obviously when you start dating his hands are gonna be on you more. Starting small like holding you hand ‘n playing with your fingers but as your relationship progresses….his hands move higher- like when you’re sitting in his lap and watching a new anime or whatever. Levi’s hands just resting on your chest, occasionally squeezing or you’ll feel his fingers pulling at your nipples.

It’s kinda weird he doesn't do it much during sex, but more subconsciously. doing it

Another example is like when you're both scrolling on your phones and you're leaning back against his chest, his hand would slowly, creep under your shirt and start squeezing.

It’s funny when Levi catches himself doing it too- his face burning bright red while stutters out an apology. Just remind him you really don’t mind-

Waking up to him sucking on them!!! >

Like your boobs just feel so good in his hands, so warm and soft~!!!

Levi thinks they deserve all the worshiping in the world and always makes sure to give them extra attention whenever he can. Like right now, while you sound asleep in his bed-

Levi slowly, carefully, crawls on top of you, sliding your shirt up, revealing your bare tits to him. and he just stares for a minute, watching as your tits rise and fall with every breath you take.

It’s looks so tantalizing, it’s like he can’t resist the urge to just…..touch them….just a bit.

so he gives in, his cold palm kneading your warm skin, ‘So, warm and soft…..’ he mumbles to himself, alternating between squeezing them roughly and massaging them almost lovingly.

Levi glances towards your face checking every few seconds minutes to make sure you’re not going to wake up, yet- a soft gasp falls from you lips when he gets a little bold and pinches your nipples,

Fuck it’s like you’re asking him to do this, to take care of them- how could he not?!

Your whole body shudders when little hot puffs of air hit your skin as he leans closer. can’t take it anymore, he needs them in his mouth, against his lips, to show you how much he loves them, loves you.

It’s honestly cute how much of a whining, panting mess Levi turns into as soon as he has a tit in his mouth. Your tits. suck, bite, kiss. he repeated this, kiss, bite, lick, suck…..until you finally wake up, finding an absolute mess of a demon practically drooling on you.

His warm mouth still latched onto your tit as, his big hand squeezes the other, making sure it doesn’t feel neglected until he decides to swap sides.

You can see a flash of fear in Levi’s eyes because you just ‘caught him’ sucking on your tits like a baby….whining too- But you just bring a hand up and push his bangs back, giving him a sleepy smile and sighing.

Fuck he could die happy, he mumbles something like, ‘Sorry I woke you up….’ but it’s muffled by your tit still in his mouth and he reallyyyyy doesn’t look sorry.

‘m not even gonna mention that Levi’s rutting his poor neglected cock against you the whole time and definitely cums in his pajama pants just from sucking on your boobs-