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He doesn't know how to stop it, pumping load after load into his own fist, crying out your name as he whimpers in agony.

He won't admit it but he humped your pillows, ruined your clothes, came in his own pants, yet he still couldn't stop his cock from twitching and throbbing all over again each time he busted to the image of you in his head.

If only he had the strength to pick himself up and go to your place, just break the window open and latch onto your tits as he grinds his dick against your pussy.

Every muscle in his body is urging him to move, but he just simply can't, the need to empty his cock over and over again making it almost impossible to even stand up, his wings weak and trembling each time he tries to sit up.

Maybe you weren't even home, you didn't pick up his calls or answered his texts, probably not even bothering to open countless voice messages he left in his hurried and desperate state.

He can even vividly see you in the doorway, scolding him and belittling him as he coats his chest in his cum, the mare second of relief washing over him as he looks around the room only to find it empty.

Yet he can hear the soft clacking of boots climbing up the stairs, the pacing of them perfectly familiar, and the smell and taste of you already embedded on his tongue as you near the door.

Fuck, if you open that door he knows he won't be able to stop himself, knows how much he needs your tight little cunt squeezing around him and he's already rushing to greet you before you open the door.

You open it with a gentle smile plastered over your face, his naked form making him vulnerable, his muscles flexing and his wings flapping excitedly as he tries not to pounce on you.

"Hi sweetheart, you go-"

"Pleasee!" his desperate cry reaches your ears, your arms grabbing ahold of his face and pushing your lips against his, your tongue delving into his mouth as your hips grind against his, the sticky liquid staining your skirt.

You listened over every single voicemail he left, your hands moving to unclasp the front of your bra.

Shigaraki's hands already hiking your shirt up and latching onto your tits, humping your leg as he pulls at the bud between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue as you push his face against you.

Lacing your fingers through his messy hair, you let out small whimpers and moans, coaxing him into letting go and having his way with you.

"Go ahead baby, take whatever you need from me. I'm yours..."

his hands rushed all over your body as soon as you said the words, his antennas tickling your face as he hungrily nibbled at your skin.

God how much you adored him, how bad you craved to have him stuff you full, the desire to make him feel good and loved clouding your mind.

One pair of his strong arms lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his back as he pushed you against a wall.

At this point you couldn't understand his incoherent mumbles, your own language becoming foreign to him as he pushed your panties to the side, your skirt held up by another pair of hands.

He looked at you for the last time before sinking his cock into your cunt, your throat closing up as you winced in pain.

His lips ghosted over your cheeks, leaving small pecks as he urged himself not to move yet.

Your walls accommodated to him, a feeling of greed and painful arousal overpowering you.

You don't know how or why, but you ended up trying to sink yourself down onto him, his tip pushing against your cervix as you swallowed him up.

You could feel the ridges of his cock molding your sex into his own shape, your walls clamping down on him, barely letting him move.

A sudden wave of shame hits him when he feels his cock spasm, pumping his seed into you before he even had the chance to fuck you properly.

His head moves to the crook of your neck, a series of small sniffles snapping your attention back to your lover, your mind hazy from the intoxicating burn of his hot cum.

He thinks the ground will swallow him up when he feels your burning lips pressing against the shell of his ear.

His arms tightened around you, trapping you against him like he was scared that you would run away.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders reassuringly, wiggling your hips as you feel the sticky liquid threaten to spill out.

One of his hands goes to your hole, collecting the few drops that dripped down his stiff length, smearing it over your puffy clit in an attempt to please you.

"Fuck Tenko...I know you have more of that for me, I need every single drop baby..." you beg, trailing a hand down to the junction of his wings, tugging at them as his cock slowly slides out of you, his cum dripping onto his cock and pooling around his shaft.

"That's right baby, fuck it into me, gonna breed me nice and good? Can you do that for me?" you coo, sliding his cock between your lips before trying to push it against your tight hole.

You hear him take in a large gulp of breath, blinking away the tears that stung his red eyes.

His hands hold onto you tightly, slowly guiding you onto his length, his eyes now glued to the way your pussy stretches open for his cock. Your creamy pussy swallowed him up so perfectly, making it so easy to just ram into you.

His attention was snapped back up to your face when you mumbled a soft and breathless "right there" before leaning your head against the wall, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as spit smeared over the corner of your mouth.

There was something erotic in the way he could manhandle you, delving into you with great force as he practically used you as a flashlight, your shaky voice filling his ears as you moaned his name over and over again.

You could feel the pressure of one of his hands dipping between your folds, pressing only lightly as he buried his head into your breasts, gliding his tongue across your skin before latching onto your rosy bud.

Your nails dug into his shoulders once he bit down, growling against you when you felt his cock twitch again, your pussy clamping down on him while you bite your lip, chasing his fingers ghosting over your clit, so desperately wanting to cum with him.

The knot in your tummy snaps, white clouding your mind as you dizzily bump your forehead with his, looking at his blissed-out face with adoration.

You cling to him still, knowing that your legs have gone numb from clutching around him this whole time, refusing to move when he tries to let you down.

He smiles lovingly, his own knees trembling a bit before he places you on the bed, kissing your cheek and settling his head between your legs.

"What are you-?" you mumble, tiredly placing your hand over his head as he dives face first into your heat, lapping up at your sensitive hole and gulping down your release, his tongue going across your slick covered thighs.

He tastes his own tangy seed on his buds, pushing the slowly seeping liquid back into you with his fingers, mumbling a soft "momma" against your skin.

You blush at the thought, pulling him up and placing his head against your chest, chuckling when his fingers dive into your pussy, lazily playing with it as he leaves open mouth kisses along your breasts, his thick length poking your leg.

You look at his red cheeks, his eyes "innocently" peering at you.

Who were you to deny him?

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Artist Marissa Bernstel painted over Pokemon cards to create extended artwork

thank you!

A Vision Come to Life

Song: “Pintame” by Elvis Crespo

Author’s Note: I always had this story idea in my head after listening to this song. It was different, and I just had to write it out. Not sure why it took me forever to get it done. Probably because I don’t know much about painting and really did not want to make a fool out of myself (I’m sorry if something is wrong, I tried my best with the research 😭😭😭). 

On another note, this is my first story for Sero so yay! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1.6K+

Sero felt alive again.

He rushed into his private art studio, nearly tripping over the blemished tarp covering the floor. Both sleeves hastily rolled up past his elbows. Sero swiveled nonstop and panicked when he couldn’t find the cart filled with the art supplies. Ah, it was at the far corner; he wheeled it closer to the center. Precious time was fleeting, and so was the inspiration that came to his head just now.  

After being stuck in a rut for almost a month, Sero was itching to paint something. Or more accurately, he was dying to paint a certain someone. And that person was you—a stranger he’d never met in his life. Yet, you managed to invade his dreams every night for the last two weeks. It was like a game; you waltzed in, giggling up a storm, and Sero ran after you. He saw your back, but never your face; he would wake up just when you’d turn around to show yourself. That was how all his dreams ended.  

Until this morning.

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