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A rushed blow, jump, then run is very common between you ( ♂ ) and DEAN WINCHESTER( Supernatural) because there wasn't much time you could spend alone unless Sam is asleep or you two are doing research together. It was obvious you chose the hornier brother as a boyfriend, so there's no question why he always wanted to have sex despite you barely having the chance to. Honestly, it is a miracle there even does come a time you can properly get intimate; basically using any time Sam goes on a solo mission for Dean to perform a quick blow-job, hand-job, or violent riding. You personally don't mind it since it's at least something you can rely on for sexual gratification with your boyfriend, who, meanwhile, despises it. He rather actually gets to relish the feeling of your sweaty body pressing against him as you abuse his hips, but if you are content with the crazy lifestyle all of you are living, then he'll bear through it...for now.
He would always get 10x giddier when there did come time for you to properly be intimate, literally grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward whatever furniture he wanted to do it on. You honestly had no idea why he was so obsessed with having sex to the point that quickly taking off your lower-half clothes and underwear the second Sam leaves became a muscle memory. I mean, it isn't like you don't want to do it a lot since it is something that you can rely on for sexual pleasure, but you feel this would be less of a problem for Dean if he tones down his drive that doesn't even have a wheel to control. Thankfully, neither of you knows Sam knows this is exactly what goes on behind his back between you guys because he opted to keep his comments since it'll just cause embarrassment for everyone. (Or more pleasure. Who knows?)
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GENOS ( One Punch Man) took "mission" in "missionary" too literally. He would put all his focus entirely on the percentage of pleasure based on accumulated data of the most highly rated ways to leave you ( ♂ ) 100% sexually fulfilled. This also meant him constantly asking "do you feel good?" or "am I pleasing you?" throughout the session. It made you feel a little awkward when you'd fuck him since you'd look down at him, expecting to hear moans and see an ahegao face, and catch him with a thoughtful look while mumbling data about what angles would be more efficient for you, how much cum you should release per second, and how long you two should be fucking. Not that a weird part of you didn't find the rants he stuttered through high-pitched moans hot while you just mindlessly fucked him from behind and tugged his arms back by his wrists. You just wanted him to be more relaxed and confident that he could pleasure you on his own, and vice versa, without obsessing over every detail.
The next time you two initiated sex, you decided to take charge before Genos can take out his notebook (he made review notes after every session for future reference). You place a finger on his lips before he can speak another word, already making him feel flustered, and direct him onto your mattress to have him lie flat on his back with his knees up and legs spread apart so you can easily squeeze your head between his artificially thicc thighs. He looks down at you, about to comment on the possibility of you developing a neck strain, but your mouth completely inhaling him shuts him up. You continuously hum against the fake flesh to trigger his sensors that send (literal) sparks throughout his body he arches to feel more of your mouth. You soon add your tongue after garnering substantial amounts of saliva, lapping it around the length, sometimes backing your head away completely to run it over and around the tip's hole before sucking the head and length again. His hips continue bucking up as his metallic fingers tug your hair and his legs wrap around your shoulders. Breathless moans escape him, for once finally letting the natural pleasure you're giving him cloud his system instead of data.
"You're so tasty," you say after licking your lips. Your pointed eyes stare him down and spread his legs farther apart. His flushed expression, drool-covered chin, and curling toes and fingers are proof you succeeded in your own mission to give him a sense of fulfillment. "Is your body ready for me to fuck your world up?" He shakes under your glare. Time to revise that list.
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You ( ♂ ) had REX SPLODE( Invincible ) face-down on your bed, his face covered in a dark red as his tongue lazily rests on his lower lip. He tries cursing at you, calling you a bastard for putting him in such an embarrassing position, but he quickly gets cut off when your hand violently pulls back his hair before stuffing your hard member deep inside him ― no preparation or warning.
"Haaah...f― fuck..." Rex fights the urge to close his eyelids as he already feels his own erection painfully grow between his shaking thighs. Meanwhile, you grin at the satisfying "clap" sound when your pelvis successfully slams against your hot-tempered boyfriend's bottom he unconsciously raises and pushes more against you. He quickly realizes what he's done, though, and blushes a darker red with tears already threatening to fall. "Hnng..." He desperately wants you to move.
"Oh, so Bitch wants Master to fuck him?" you growl with a smirk, slamming his face back against the bed. Yes ― oh god, yes, he wants you to destroy him. "Bitch must be in a bad heat, then." You sloppily lick your lips. "Too fucking bad. Master needs to warm up first before any Bitch can get rawed 'til he sheds!"
