Jezza's Plethora Of Straight Smuts

No Blood Please (Himiko Toga)

Shit. What the fuck happened?
You knew you got knocked out, that much was sure, knowing your villains, you assumed Toga.
You started to check for cuts, scrapes and sure enough, scars on your wrists, healed?!
You've been here a while then, fuck.
???: Oh you're finally awake.
Says a young man with a deep and somewhat raspy voice.
???: He's awake. Go for it.
You hear skipping.
Y/N: Let me guess, Himiko Toga.
The skipping stops.
Toga: You know me?
Y/N: Yes. You're a League of Villains member, A-rank, able to outdo the likes of Shota Aizawa in terms of agility. You're hard to not notice.
Toga: I'm flattered.
She sits on the floor in front of you.
Y/N: So what are you going to do?
Toga: Hehe. I've been a little bored.
She rubs her legs together.
Toga: I think I'm in need of a little something there.
She points to her legs.
Y/N: What? A hand? Another leg?
You meant another leg in the purest way.
She runs her fingertips over your shaft.
Y/N: Oh. That. Tell you what. I'll do it, if....
Toga's eyes widen.
Y/N: You don't kidnap me again, you put the knife away and uhh that's it.
Toga: But then I can't do it again.
Y/N: Just approach me normally if you want it. Just make sure no-one sees you.
You would stroke her chin but your hands are tied up at the moment. Literally.
She untied your hands, not your legs, and jumped into your lap. She drops her knife on the floor.
Toga: As requested. Now, hands on my butt or I'll pick it back up.
You comply, moving your hands and thumbs, caressing her ass.
Toga: Ooo yes.
She plants her tongue straight into your mouth. Her movements vicious, you couldn't keep up.
She set a fast pace of thrusting into your the general region of your shaft.
You keep caressing her, moving to her hips before moving back down.
She picks up the pace even more, getting really rowdy with you, the chair almost breaks.
Y/N: (muffled) shit I'm gonna...
She stops.
Y/N: What? Shouldn't you keep going?
Toga: No. I need you to need me.
You feel the fleeting feeling of pleasure and it's replacement.
You make a noise, showing your struggle to keep the feeling there.
She laughs manically.
You go soft.
Shit.
She gets on top of you and starts the process over again.
Toga: I'll let it happen this time.
Toga hammers your region with her own, your hands frantically find something to grab.
You resolve to her ass in one hand, tit in the other.
Toga: Go on.
She says, saliva making a line between the both of your mouths.
You start to grasp firmly, with both hands and move your hands.
Toga: Ooo. Ooo. Oh my- oh.
She starts to slow down, feeling every moment with you.
Toga: Oh yes, oh my.
You try to trap her mouth in your own, and fail.
She sees it and does the same and succeeds, she slows to a crawl, every millimeter of movement felt by the both of you.
You are rock fucking hard. About to blast all over. You had a bit of a problem with how much came out.
The inexhaustible liquid finally poured from the hose, staining both yours and Toga's pants.
Shit.
She takes them off, revealing herself.
Toga: Not satisfied.
You offer your fingers.
Toga: I'm close, don't worry.
You insert a finger, wiggling and worming its way in her walls.
Toga: Oh my. Fu-!
You go the whole nine yards and practically shove your whole hand in there. Every finger going in a different direction.
Toga: Oh shit. Oh fuck. Ooooooo.
She instantly blasts her juices on your finger.
Toga: Told you.
She lays down, and you sit back.