Wisteria here! Time to see if my smut has gotten better! Tried it from the male perspective this time to practice for Dante and Izuku in the future!
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The bedroom door closed with a soft click. Ai's gradient eyes reflected the dim light filtering through the curtains. A small lamp cast shadows across the walls, painting the room in warm amber. The space felt intimate, almost sacred.
"You're sure?" I asked, giving her one last chance to reconsider. To understand what I was offering—what I was asking for.
Ai's answer came not in words but in action. She stepped forward, closing the gap between us. Her hands found my chest, fingers splayed across my shirt. I felt the heat of her palms through the thin fabric.
"I'm sure," she whispered, rising on her toes to brush her lips against mine. "Are you?"
My hands slid to her waist, drawing her closer. "More than anything."
Our lips met again, and the careful restraint I'd maintained crumbled. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly, pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection. Ai responded with equal fervor, her body arching against mine, fingers tangling in my hair.
I walked us backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desperate hands. I caught myself above her, braced on my forearms to avoid crushing her smaller frame.
Ai looked up at me, hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips parted and swollen from our kisses. Something primal stirred in me at the sight—this woman who presented perfection to the world, disheveled and wanting beneath me.
"You're beautiful," I murmured, tracing the curve of her cheek with my thumb.
"So are you," she replied, her eyes tracing my features with undisguised hunger.
I lowered my head, capturing her lips again. Her hands slipped under my shirt, exploring the planes of my back, nails dragging lightly against my skin. The sensation sent electricity down my spine.
"Take it off," she commanded, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
I sat back on my heels, pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Ai's eyes widened, her gaze traveling across my chest and shoulders with appreciation.
"Your turn," I said, voice rough with desire.
She sat up, reaching for the bottom of her sweater, then hesitated. "I've had two kids," she warned, a flash of insecurity crossing her face.
I caught her hands in mine, bringing them to my lips. "And you're perfect," I told her, meaning every word. "Let me see you, Starlight."
Something in her expression softened. She nodded, lifting her arms as I helped her remove the sweater. Her skin glowed golden in the lamp light, the curve of her breasts straining against simple black cotton.
"Perfect," I repeated, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Her pulse thrummed against my tongue like a trapped bird as I sucked hard enough to leave plum-colored evidence of my claim.
Schlurp.
The wet noise of my mouth working her skin made her squirm. Her fingers twisted in my hair—not guiding, not restraining, simply anchoring herself to the storm we'd become.
"Sh-Shiro..." Her whisper broke on a gasp as I bit down where neck met shoulder. The black cotton of her bra strap snapped against pale skin when I dragged it down with my teeth. "The... the kids—"
My hands slid under her back, unhooking the bra. The fabric fell away to reveal breasts that made my mouth water—full and heavy like ripe peaches, nipples already pebbled and begging for attention. "We'll be quiet."
She arched into my touch as I palmed her, thumb circling the taut peak. "You first."
Challenge flashed in her gradient eyes. I took the hardened bud into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her back bow off the mattress.
Schlurp. Schluck.
The obscene wetness of my mouth on her skin filled the room. Ai's breathing turned ragged, her hands scrambling at my waistband. I let her fumble with the button for three delicious seconds before capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
"Patience, Starlight," I murmured against her sternum. My tongue dipped into the valley between her breasts, tasting salt and floral perfume. "Let me worship you properly."
Her whimper became a moan as I kissed lower. The flat plane of her stomach quivered beneath my lips. My teeth found the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down inch by torturous inch. Black lace underwear appeared, soaked through and clinging to swollen folds.
Schlick.
The sound of fabric separating from damp flesh echoed like a gunshot. Ai's hips jerked upward, but I held her firm with a hand splayed across her pelvis. Her scent hit me—honeysuckle and musk and something uniquely Ai that made my cock throb in its confines.
"Look at you," I breathed, hooking my thumbs in the lace. "Dripping before I've even touched you."
The panties tore like rice paper. Ai's pussy glistened in the lamplight, folds parted and clit swollen to a furious red. Her thighs trembled as I spread them wider, the muscles in her legs jumping under my palms.
Drip.
A bead of her arousal hit the sheets. I caught the next one on my tongue.
Schlurp.
Her taste exploded across my senses—sweet as summer nectar with an undercurrent of salt. Ai's back arched violently, her choked scream muffled by the pillow she'd grabbed and shoved against her face.
"Fuh-huck! Right th-there—mmph!"
I lapped at her like a man starved, flattening my tongue against her clit before sucking it between my lips. The vibrations from her moans traveled straight to my cock as I worked her with lips, teeth, and every trick I'd learned across two lifetimes.
Schlurp. Schluck. Pop.
Her hips bucked wildly, but I held them down with iron grip. The first orgasm ripped through her barely three minutes in—a strangled cry, thighs clamping around my ears, hot cream flooding my mouth. I drank her down greedily, not letting up for a second.
"N-no! T-too s-sensitive—ah! AH!"
My response was to slide two fingers inside her sopping cunt, crooking them upward. The resulting gush soaked my chin as her walls clenched rhythmically around my digits. Her entire body convulsed, toes curling so hard I heard joints pop.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The wet noise of my fingers pistoning in and out synced with the slap of skin on skin. Ai's muffled screams took on a desperate, sobbing quality as I added a third finger, stretching her deliciously.
"Sh-Shiro... c-can't... t-too m-m—hnnngh!"
Her words dissolved into garbled nonsense as the second orgasm hit. This one lasted longer, her juices overflowing my hand to pool beneath her ass. I withdrew my fingers slowly, watching her hole flutter around empty air before diving back in with renewed vigor.
The sounds of me devouring her mixed with the creak of bedsprings and the wet slap of my mouth on her pussy. Ai's free hand scrabbled at the headboard, nails leaving fresh gouges in the wood. Sweat plastered her bangs to her forehead, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe through the pleasure.
"G-gonna... g-gonna—"
I sealed my lips over her clit and sucked.
The third climax hit like a tsunami—body bowing off the bed, thighs crushing my skull, her cunt gushing like a tapped spring. I rode it out, drinking every drop until she collapsed bonelessly onto the mattress.
"P-please..." Her voice emerged raw and broken, the pillow fallen away to reveal tear-streaked cheeks. "N-no more... c-can't..."
I kissed my way up her trembling body, licking her essence from my lips. "You can," I murmured against her jaw.
Our mouths met in a kiss that let her taste herself on my tongue. Her moan vibrated between us, hands clutching at my shoulders as if I might vanish. The bulge in my pants pressed insistently against her thigh, leaking pre-cum that stained the fabric.
Ai's eyes flew open, suddenly laser-focused. Her hand slid between us, fingers brushing the head through my boxers. "This... all this time..."
"All for you," I growled, capturing her wrist. "But we need prot—"
"Now. I need you now."
Well, I'm cooked.
Her breath hitched when her fingers brushed the tip, a fresh bead of pre-cum smearing across her knuckles.
"Fuck," she breathed, pupils blown wide. "It's... bigger than I—"
I silenced her with a kiss, positioning myself at her entrance. Her heat radiated against me, her soaked folds glistening in the low light. "Last chance to back out."
Her answer was a roll of hips that sheathed the first inch inside her. We both froze at the sensation—her too full, me too tight, the fit perfect in ways that defied biology.
"Move," she demanded, nails scoring my back. "Or I will."
I obliged with a slow, inexorable thrust that buried me to the hilt. Her internal walls fluttered around me, adjusting, clenching in ways that threatened my already tenuous control.
Schlup.
The wet sound of our joining seemed obscenely loud. Ai's head thrashed side to side, her channel pulsing around me as another mini-orgasm rippled through her.
"F-fuck! T-too... t-too g-good—"
I withdrew almost completely, savoring her desperate whine, before slamming back in. The bedframe cracked against the wall, rhythm established in seconds.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
Her tits bounced with each thrust, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. I obliged by capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave bruises as my hips pistoned relentlessly.
"Y-yes! H-harder! M-mark me—ah!"
The command unleashed something feral in me. My fingers found her throat—not squeezing, just holding—as I fucked her into the mattress with enough force to shake the headboard loose. Her nails raked down my back, the pain only spurring me onward.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
Ai's legs locked around my waist, heels digging into me as she met every thrust. The wet slap of our joining grew louder, faster, more desperate. Her cunt gripped me like a velvet vise, milking me toward the edge with every snap of my hips.
"C-close..." she whimpered, eyes rolling back. "S-so c-close—"
I reached between us, thumb finding her swollen clit. Two rough circles was all it took.
Her scream filled my mouth, cunt clamping down hard enough to blur my vision. The intense pressure pushed me over the edge, my release hitting like a freight train.
Squelch.
Ropes of cum flooded as I buried myself deep, grinding against her spasming walls. Ai's mouth found my shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood as her orgasm redoubled. We collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap, the room smelling of sex and shattered restraint.
Minutes passed before either of us could speak. Ai's fingers traced the bite mark she'd left, her voice hoarse but smug. "Mine."
I nuzzled the bruise blooming on her neck. "Yours."
The reality of what we'd done settled over us—not regret, but awe. Somewhere down the hall, a child's sleepy murmur sent us both scrambling for clothes.
As Ai fastened her bra with trembling fingers, she caught my eye. No words were needed. The smile she wore—sated, triumphant, loved—said everything.