The Man Behind the Screen

In Their Own Words

MIDORIYA'S POV

As my eyes fluttered open, I felt Kacchan's arm tighten around my waist. I also felt his boner that he was shoving against my ass. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and checked my texts. I still had two hours before Daiki was dropped off. Himari was next door with Sakura, and I had no text that she was coming home soon. We were both off for the day, so we had nothing to do until after Daiki got here.

We had plenty of time for this.

"Good morning," I mumbled with a smile on my face.

"Morning," he replied quietly. "How'd you sleep?"

"Mm, fine. As much as I don't like waking up, I'm always happy to wake up to this," I said while shoving my hips backward, grinding my ass against him.

His fingers tightened on my stomach as he concealed a groan. "Do we have time?" He asked.

"Yeah, plenty of time," I smirked before pushing my hips back again. He didn't try to conceal the groan this time as his hand moved up my stomach and past my chest. He didn't miss his chance to tug at my nipple before roughly grabbing my chin and turning my head.

He pushed himself up and pressed his lips to mine, wasting no time shoving his tongue into my mouth, claiming every area. I don't even bother to fight him for dominance anymore. He can have whatever the hell he wants and win whatever he wants.

As he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from mine, his fingers trailed up my chin and to my mouth. "Suck," he ordered in a firm voice.

I opened my mouth and let him shove his fingers in. "Make sure you get them nice and wet," he whispered. "This is the only lube you're getting for prep."

After he said that, he attached his lips to my neck, sucking on my skin softly. Instead of sucking on his fingers, I started coating them in saliva. It definitely hurts more when he doesn't spend time prepping me, but it wastes too much time. Two fingers for a minute or two is enough prep for me. It still stings, but sometimes, I'm not in the mood for foreplay. I just want him to fuck me until I forget my name.

When his fingers were coated in my saliva, he pulled them out of my mouth before shoving my boxers down just enough for my ass to hang out. Without warning, he pushed his two fingers inside me.

I hissed at the sharp pain, but it dissolved as soon as he reached my prostate. He's so good at overriding the pain with pleasure.

His fingers moved in and out slowly, stretching me as his lips continued moving against my neck. When he picked up the pace and nailed my prostate every time he thrust his fingers inside, my moans grew louder. "I love hearing the sweet sounds that come out of your fucking lips," he mumbled against my neck. "You're so fucking sexy."

I wanted to respond, but he had me too high on pleasure, which was common with him. "Hmm, should I have you ride me today? Or do I want to dig my nails into your hips as I stretch you open with my cock from behind?" I moaned loudly at the thought of his nails digging into my hips while he watched himself slide in and out of me.

"I guess I know which one we're going with," he smirked against my neck before slowly pulling his fingers out of my hole. "On your knees with your cheek on the mattress, hands behind your back." When he scooted away from me, I immediately did what he said while he grabbed the lube. I could take two fingers with just saliva, but there's no way I could take him. He's too damn big.

With my cheek on the mattress and my ass in the air, I slid my hands behind my back. It wasn't long before he was lubed up and pressing his tip against my entrance. It took everything in my power not to push myself back and swallow every inch of him. However, I know that when I'm impatient like that, he draws out the process.