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Let's Watch the City Burn🔥

Dabi/Todoroki Touya x F. Villain Reader x Hawks/Takami Keigo

When Hawks finally sees the light about how corrupted things are around him, he and Dabi come to an understanding. They also come to terms with their feelings, and the sexual tension surrounding them in the aftermath of war. Meanwhile they decide to include the person they both fell for: you.

Note: Unedited for the time being. So brace yourselves.

Inspired by: 'City' by Hollywood Undead

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; Pyrophilia; Threesome; Double Penetration; Oral sex(Performing/Receiving); Marking/branding; Mentions of arson; Mild degradation; Praising; Fingering/Scissoring; Barebacking; Creampie; Alluding to prior sexual encounters. [18+ | NSFW]

Pyrophilia: when a subject derives gratification and heightened sexual arousal associated with fire, fire-setting and arson.

"Let's watch the city burn, from the skylines on top of the world. Till there's nothing left of her. Let's watch the city burn the world." -Hollywood Undead

You stirred in your sleep. The first thing you registered as you came to was the cool breeze blowing gently across any exposed skin. Then you realized you were laying among red silk bedding. Where were you? You held your forehead as your brain attempted to access your most recent memories. Your body felt heavy and exhausted, even though you were obviously just waking up. What the hell happened to you?

You vaguely remember a fight. A group of vigilante Heroes. They singled you out and recognized you as a PLF and former League of Villains member, specifically having worked a lot with Dabi. You recalled knowing you were outnumbered but were still ready to die teaching those idiots a lesson. They were on the wrong side of a war, the losing side.

All For One may have been defeated, but the villains still came out on top. Hero Society collapsed so abruptly there was no time to save it. You recounted holding your own in the fight until they started getting the better of you. While they were kicking you when you were down you swore you remembered hearing Dabi call out to you. Him calling your name followed by seeing a flash of crimson before everything went dark.

Was that a dream, though? You sat up and to your dismay you saw you had bandages wrapped around your forearms. You were also dressed in only a tank top and sleep shorts. As you gathered your bearings you realized you were in one of the most luxurious bedrooms you'd ever seen. The thing was you had seen it before. You knew this was Hawks' bedroom. You'd been here before, after all.

As you looked around your attention was brought to the French doors leading out to the balcony. One was cracked open and that's how the breeze was coming in. Only now you noticed hushed voices carried in with the wind through the doorway as well. You pulled the sheets aside and drug your tired body to the edge of the mattress where you attempted to stand. Your legs wobbled a bit before being able to stay upright without bracing the edge of the bed.

You carefully stepped closer to the balcony doors. You could only make out some of the words being said until you got closer. Immediately you recognized Dabi and Hawks conversing outside. Dabi sounded nonchalant while Hawks' tone sounded a bit more upset. There seemed to be no real bite behind his words, however. You peered through the opening and seen the two standing almost side by side. They were looking out towards the horizon as they spoke.

" -nd you didn't have t' go that far. Ya burned my damn wings!" Dabi seemed to shrug at Hawks' comment. "You're fine now, ain'tcha? Quit bitchin' 'bout it." Keigo scoffed in disbelief over his words. "Well, it hurt like hell, Dabi!" Dabi glanced over to his feathered acquaintance, giving him a pointed look. "Hey. 't got the point across, didn't it? You saw the light. That's what matters." That's when Keigo went to open his mouth, but nothing came out before closing it again. You could only assume he knew Dabi was right about the topic.

You slowly pulled the door open a little further and noticed Hawks stiffen up and his wings bristled a bit. "Think our guest is finally awake." Dabi spun his head to look in the direction of the doorway. "Well, well, well, Sleepyhead. Welcome to the land 'f the livin'. Ready to join us?" Figuring you'd been caught you rubbed the last bit of exhaustion from your eyes before stepping out to stand with them.

"Took ya long enough.", Dabi playfully scoffed. Of course Hawks was quick to your defense. "Aww, come on Dabi. She needed the rest. Put up a good fight, after all." As you walked over and closed the distance between them and yourself you noticed the skyline glowing a beautiful light blue. It wasn't until you were at the edge of the balcony that you realized what you were really looking at.

Entire portions of the city before you were on fire. "Woww..", you gaped in awe at the sight before you. The beautiful blue fire gave off an ethereal glow. It was one of the most beautiful sights you'd ever seen. Dabi felt pride swell in his chest at the look of wonderment in your eyes. "You like it?", he questioned as he leaned into you. All you could do was nod as you admired your surroundings.

"Think she's speechless. Good work, Buddy." When Hawks interjected it broke you from your stupor. "It's beautiful." Your voice was soft as you turned to Dabi who was already looking at you. You couldn't pinpoint his expression, but it was the sincerest you've seen. Even more so than he's had during those intimate times you've shared together.

"Thought you'd like it, Doll. When you weren't wakin' up I thought I'd have to pull your ass outta bed so you wouldn't miss it before there was nothin' left to burn." Dabi took a drag of his cigarette, still locking eyes with you, before slightly turning his head to blow the smoke away from you. "I love it.", you replied happily, "You did this all for me?"

"Course we did, Babybird!", Hawks interrupted. Dabi scoffed as he took another drag. "Don' get ahead of yourself, Birdbrain. There was no 'we' about it." Keigo simply rolled his eyes. "It was my idea too.", he announced proudly. Dabi just responded with a quiet "whatever".

You couldn't help but smile at the two. Sure they were doing their usual bickering, but there was an underlined kinship you were able to pick up on. "Glad to see you two not tryna kill each other.", you giggled. At your comment the two became quiet but shared a look. Dabi was first to speak and break the short silence. "Well. I guess ya could say we are gettin' along much better now."

You watched him shrug as you heard Keigo chortle on the other side of you. "Just 'gettin' along', Dabi? I think ya can be honest with our Chickadee here." That's when you were finally able to read the room. They were together. You weren't sure as to how official they'd label it, not until they filled you in some more, but it was obvious things had certainly developed between them. "Oh. That's great!", was all you could think up to reply with. You'd hoped the delight you feigned for them would throw them off of your real feelings.

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel a pang of heartache strike you in the chest at the realization. While you had sexual experiences with both men, you had found your feelings growing for each of them. You still cared for them, of course. Those feelings would be hard to do away with anytime soon, but they were still your friends. You couldn't hold it against them if they didn't feel the same about you. Besides, it would be impossible for you to pick one over the other. You couldn't do that to either of them, and just wanted them to finally find the happiness they deserved in their lives.

Even if your face displayed no disappointment, Dabi was an expert at reading people. He knew you were crushed right away and hated seeing you like that. So he made sure he was quick to make you understand what they intended. "I think our Babygirl is sad she thinks she's being left out." Even as you felt Keigo's strong hands rest on your shoulders, your eyes shot up to Dabi's. "Aww, Babybird. Don' you dare think we plan on leaving you out."

It was hard to break your gaze from the turquoise eyes of Dabi that seemed to glow in the night, but you looked from one to the other in disbelief. "W-what d'ya mean?" Keigo pulled you against his hard chest as Dabi stepped up to you, closing you in between them. "We wouldn't dare dream of leavin' you outta things.", Dabi commented as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

All you could do was blink up at him. Did they really want you? Both of them? As your brain caught up to what they were implying Dabi had begun to lift your shirt over your head and slowly lower your panties and shorts. As they dropped to the floor Dabi dropped to his knees along with them. You grew wetter as he stared at your heated core. "So beautiful.", he stated quietly as if entranced by you. Suddenly you let out a gasp when you felt his tongue run back and forth through your folds.

"Oh God...." You felt like you could melt into a puddle, but Keigo had a firm grip on you to keep you steady. "You like that, Babybird? 'm sure ya do." You mewled at his words. Hawks was right, he usually was. Dabi definitely knew what he was doing. He's demonstrated that on you time and time again. This instance seemed much more sincere somehow. You were their girl now. Dabi was working on you like he wanted to make sure he really showed you how he felt. How they felt, and what you meant to them.

You took white strands of hair in your grip as you rode his tongue, grinding on Dabi's face. He gave off soft moans himself, proving he was loving it too. As he continued you looked out at the cityscape around you. "He did all that just for you.", Keigo whispered in your ear. You could feel your cunt throb at his words. Not only did you love his fire, but you loved the simple meaning behind it.

'He'd burn down the world for you.'

Dabi loved that you knew that, too. You understood him in so many ways he didn't even understand himself. You were patient with him. You cared for him and made sure he took care of himself when you weren't there to. Even without being an actual couple before, you showed him the love and affection he missed out on experiencing in his life. All the same could be said for Keigo, as well.

When the sexual tension between Dabi and him finally came to a head they experienced a heated encounter together. Afterward they discussed their situation, as much as two emotionally stunted men could. They knew they wanted to be together now that they could admit it, and they both wholeheartedly agreed they wanted you as part of the package.

As you admired your surroundings your gaze suddenly shot down when you felt intense heat. You looked to see Dabi's hand with a tight hold on your thigh as it began to emit steam. It was only for a moment before he pulled it away, but he'd kept his eyes on you the whole time. Dabi watched you cum from his ministrations and his branding on you. Your sweet juices flowing over his tongue.

"Such a sweet pussy.", he commented as you came down from your high. Dabi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose to his feet. Meanwhile Keigo gripped two handfuls of your ass as he brought his lips to the shell of your ear. "Why don' you show Dabi how much you love my cock." Hawks had locked eyes with the burned man as he spoke and Dabi's own cock twitched in his pants.

You nodded before you were spun around to face Keigo. "Lemme get a taste of those candied juices of yours.", you heard him say as you dropped down and Dabi leaned over you to kiss him. It was heated and messy, tongue and teeth, and it had you nearly cumming again. You gently took Keigo's cock in your hand and into your mouth as he groaned into Dabi's. You stroked his shaft in rhythm with taking in him into your wet cavern.

Now Keigo had gripped the hair at the crown of your head and forced you lower onto him so his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued to bob your head obediently and you could tell he was getting closer by the feeling of his cock twitch inside. With your eyes on his blissed out face you watched his head throw back as he enjoyed your performance for him. "Gonna cum..." was all he was able to let out before Dabi bent down and grabbed your chin. His fingers pinching your cheeks inward to hollow your mouth and pull you off of Hawks.

"W-what the hell, man. I was so close." Keigo was panting hard but Dabi just chuckled lowly. "I know Big Bird, but you're gonna be a good birdie and cum inside her..." That's when Dabi forced your head to the side to look at him, still holding your chin in his strong grip. "...just like I am."

As Dabi pulled you to your feet you had to rub your thighs together for some friction. "Look 't her, Keigo. She sure is such a cumslut for us." Hawks let out a dark laugh. "Yeah. She's our little slut, after all." Dabi nodded at Keigo before he instructed him to haul you up. Hawks smoothed his hands down your body until they reached your outer thighs and he lifted you up into the air with his strong arms.

You were still pulled up against the wall of his chest as he kissed and licked at the side of your throat with his eyes locked on Dabi and his movements. Your legs were spread wide in the air keeping you in quite a lewd position, but you loved it. You watched Dabi step up to you and kiss you deeply before taking your lower lips between his teeth after a few long moments. He groped your chest before lowering to tug and play around with your pebbled nipples with his lips and tongue.

Soon after he ran two fingers through your folds before thrusting them into your hot core to begin scissoring you. You were practically dripping now, so Dabi pulled out and slowly slid the same fingers back to your puckered hole at your back entrance. You tensed a bit and Dabi kissed you sweetly, catching your whines and whispering reassurances to you, as he infiltrated your backside and started slowly scissoring once again. "Just gettin' ya ready, Dollface. Relax. Doin' so good f'me. Know you'll be our good girl like always, won' ya?" You nodded and attempted to loosen your body as best you could.

Finally, when Dabi felt it had been enough, he pulled out and unceremoniously wiped his fingers on the side of his jeans before undoing his belt and dropping them down to this thigh. When he sprang out from the waistband of his boxers your mouth watered. It usually did with these two. Dabi was large and long while Keigo was just a tad shorter but still girthy. Both had splendid cocks that they knew how to use, that's for sure.

Dabi stepped closer and with his large cock in his hand he ran it through your folds to gather a bit of your juices before he lined himself with your cunt and eased himself in. The stretch was divine and the moan that echoed off of your lips sounded like pure sin. Keigo could hardly contain himself. "C'mon man.", Hawks whined and Dabi simply laughed. "Aw, is the birdie about to blow- nggh!" He barely finished his sentence when he cut his words short as he bottomed out inside of your pillowy walls.

Giving you a moment to adjust, Dabi carefully took you out of Keigo's grasp to hold you up for him to enter behind you. You heard him spit and from glancing back to see his head down in your periphery you assumed he was self-lubing his dick. You had inadvertently started to tense a bit again when you felt the head of his cock reach your rim. "You heard him, Babybird. Relax, you got this my love." Dabi scoffed and you felt him grip you just a tad tighter. "My love?", he questioned snarkily. Keigo rolled his eyes at his other lover. "Doin' this right now, my guy? Okay, okay. Our love."

You looked to Dabi who simply smirked at you as he leaned in and whispered "damn right" before kissing you again. He kissed you deeper as Keigo began to slowly push into your tight hole. "Gah- you're so tight, Babybird. Gonna drive me insane!" He made sure to keep moving in carefully as to not hurt you. Dabi spent the time calming you with kisses as he had before when he worked you back there.

Finally Keigo was fully inside you from behind. The two waited for a few moments for you to be ready. "You go ahead and tell us when to start, Dollface. We wan' ya to feel good, too" Dabi's striking eyes held alot of emotion as he spoke to you. You took in a deep breath and swallowed thickly. You readied yourself for a new and interesting experience with your two men. "Okay...", you replied breathlessly, "...'m ready."

The two began to slowly pull in and out, attempting to get a steady rhythm going before they could go any harder. Plus they wanted you to be ready for them to go for it like that. It was a new sensation for you. To have both of them at the same time. While it hurt a bit at first and was certaily a tight fit, they were patient with you. You nodded to give them the go ahead to do more and they began thrusting harder in sync with one another.

Their groans and grunting were turning you on. You looked down at you felt Dabi rub a hand to the center of your midsection. The mark of his hand before was no longer an angry red but a softer pink on your leg. You could tell he was trying to concentrate on the movement of his finger as well as his cock plunging into your pussy hole. The heat was felt before you noticed the steam rising into your line of sight. When his fingers stopped you looked to see he had burned the characters for their names down your middle.

When Dabi was finished he gripped your ass once more as Keigo still clung onto your thighs. Dabi licked along your collarbone with small bites here and there. Keigo went back to working your neck with his kisses. You looked out over the horizon once more at the beautiful glow of the fire and felt your orgasm creeping up on you. It was obvious they were close as well when you noticed their thrusts becoming staggered and sloppy and you felt their cocks twitching inside you.

Suddenly it was all too much and you came with little warning except for a loud shriek and both of their names echoing into the night. The two seemed as if they were trying to hold out, unsuccessfully much to their chagrin. "G-gonna cum first, a-ain'cha birdie?", Dabi questioned in broken words. Keigo shook his head because he knew he there was no way he could think of giving a clever remark right now; even if he could, it would be too obvious Dabi was right.

It didn't matter as they both seemed to finish together with load groans. The three of you stayed in your positions for a moment as you all caught your breath. First Dabi pulled out and helped Keigo lower you to your feet before he was able to pull out. Both men leaned to glance at your combined fluids leaking out of you and dripping onto the balcony floor. "Now that is a sight I like to see.", Dabi commented first. Keigo placed a finger on your chin to gently turn your head towards him to he could kiss you. "Our girl never disappoints."

"Agreed.", Dabi replied as he pulled up your panties. "Gotta try and keep you filled a bit." He chuckled as you gave him a pointed look full of amusement. When Dabi had your shorts back up and Keigo pulling your shirt back on the three of you stood there in your post-sex glow as the city itself continued to glow around you.

You couldn't help but smile as your men wrapped their arms around your shoulders and your waist and you three stood there enjoying the moment. You had once read that villains were better capable of romances, even epic ones. They could put their loves over the greater good, unlike Heroes. You would always be second place, at best, if you were with a Hero. Instead, here you stood watching the city burn.

It was certain they'd destroy the world for you. Burn it to the ground and raise a world to your liking from the ashes. All the while you'd stand side by side with them. Where you belonged.

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Killer Queen💀

Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko x F. Reader

You have a crush on a certain Super Villain and he's the only one to make you feel a certain way.

Warnings: Smut ahead💋👇🏻; Autassassinophilia kink; Oral(Giving); Degradation; Praising; Choking; Barebacking; Creampie [18+ | NSFW]

Autassassinophilia: a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by the risk of being killed.

"Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder." - Octave Mirbeau

It takes some goading to Giran before he finally relents and gives you a "see what I can do" answer. That's better than him blowing you off anyways. It isn't all to preserve his reputation, believe it or not. You're trying to get close to things you shouldn't be anywhere near. Sure, you're used to working with "bad guys", but this one in particular tends to take the cake.

You're Giran's assistant. While he acted aloof around you, as he did with most people, he actually gave a bit of a damn about you. He'd known you since you were a kid. The daughter of a guy he'd grown up with. He groomed you for the broker business. While you never made the deals, he was the face of the business after all, you helped him procure things that were requested of him. Be that items or people.

He'd give you the details and you'd fetch whatever the customer was looking for. You'd also keep an eye out for anything that may benefit Giran in the long run. You were always in the background, but you loved the life. No matter how glamorous it tended not to be. You were even the one who found Toga. Well, she found you technically. Though you never went to all the meets, especially when it came to the League of Villains, everyone knew you worked with Giran.

He'd never bring you along to those dealings if he had his way. Giran knew that would become harder to do once you knew of the existence of Shigaraki Tomura, however. Even with Kurogiri present Giran knew that Shigaraki was unpredictable and wouldn't risk having you in his sights. A seasoned vet like him even bolted as soon as he got payment.

You knew your luck was changing the night Giran got the call. It sounded like a regular one, Giran responding with "yeah" and "uh huh" now and then. Suddenly he sat up straighter, much more tense than before. Finally, he ended the call with "Alright. I'll let her know. Thanks." Your head snapped to him and you watched intently as he hung up. He sighed and immediately pulled out a new smoke. "Well?!", you commented with unbridled excitement.

"That was Kurogiri." Your eyes widened. Your giddy feelings dialed down a bit, knowing that you might be turned down. Giran took another drag before continuing. "Says he had to clear it wit' the big guy in charge first, but ya can head over tomorrow night. Apparently the League has a few days off to lay low for a bit."

You briefly wonder what the All For One thinks about you wanting to visit with Shigaraki, but he must think it's something alright for the villain. Those thoughts don't last too long with your excited nerves already building. "Thank you!", you squeal as you leap over to Giran and pull him in close for a hug and kiss his cheek. "Yeah, yeah.", he sighs but you can see the workings of a small smile on his lips. "Don't say I don' do nothin' for ya."

The time finally comes despite it seeming like the hours ticked by slower than normal. You know it's just your excitement building, but it was torture none the less. You park down the street and take a few deep breaths to ease your nerves. Before you get out of your car you notice a few figures walk out of the very bar you intend on walking into. You recognize them as League members, and you figure they've been let go for the night to enjoy the free time you were told about. Some leaving together, like Toga and Twice; others heading out alone, namely Dabi.

You exit the vehicle and head over to the bar door. You steel your nerves and find whatever confidence you can to not seem so anxious. When you step inside it's pretty much what you were expecting. Nothing to write home about. A man with black smoke where his head would be turns and focuses his yellow eyes your way. You can only assume that's Kurogiri.

The very man you came to see sat quietly at the bar facing him. You notice a few newspapers laying around the bar top nearby, as well as a glass of amber liquid. You can't help but stare at the slender figure of the guy you've come to have a crush on. "You must be the young lady Giran called about." You nod as you take a few timid steps closer to the pair. "Yeah, that's me."

"This is Shigaraki Tomura.", he says as he extends his hand to point him out even though he's the only other person in the room. You give your name and wait for Shigaraki to acknowledge you. That turns out to be a number of excruciating minutes later. It's when Kurogiri clears his throat and lowly tells him "Don't be rude." Finally, Shigaraki sighs as if he's being burdened and turns his head in your direction.

He sits up a little straighter after taking in your appearance. He still has Father over his face, but he actually removes the hand to get a better look of you. You notice his ruby gaze move over your form, but he doesn't make any expression that shows he's impressed. However that turns out to be just the case. He is impressed.

You're infinitely cuter than he expected.

After staring at you for a few moments you finally hear him speak. "Giran said you like video games." His voice is higher pitched and raspy, but you can't help but find it cute regardless. "Yeah, I do.", you reply happily. You internally facepalm at your reaction. You must seem like a lame fangirl. It is almost too hard for him to take your bright eyes and girly admiration that's clear on your face. Almost.

"Well...Wanna play?" You nod your head emphatically and watch him rise to his feet. He places Father on the bar top for Kurogiri to look after. He eyes you one more time before turning to walk in the direction of a doorway towards the back. He doesn't say anything as he goes, simply waves you along after he starts walking. "Come on, little girl." Though you're elated he's willing to hang out with you, you narrow your eyes as you hurry to follow after him.

Shigaraki walks through the doorway and turns to head up a narrow set of stairs. "I'm not a little girl.", you chide him and he turns to glance back at you. He's almost appalled at the fact you're challenging him but can't seem to help find it endearing. He's not sure yet if he likes that you're growing on him after just meeting you.

Shigaraki simply replies with "whatever" as he turns back and continues up the stairs. He leads you to a room at the end of a bleak hallway. It's pretty bare: nothing on the walls, a single twin bed with crumpled white sheets, a closet and door that was ajar enough to show a small bathroom. One corner stood out as noticeably different than the rest.

There was a small flat screen television that's hooked up to a state-of-the-art gaming system. A few quality controllers sit next to it, and a nice, comfortable gaming chair topped off the area. "Woww.", you whisper in a hushed breath. Shigaraki takes in your impressed expression and feels the swelling of pride begin in his chest. Right where his heart would be to be exact. He wasn't even sure he could feel things in that part of his body anymore.

He points towards a plethora of games stacked in piles nearby. You find the collection he has both extensive and impressive. "Kurogiri said I should let you pick first. Something about being the guest." You nod and look over the titles. "How 'bout we start with this one?", you question as you pull the case out of a stack to show him the cover.

It's an older game. A first-person shooter zombie killing game to be specific. To his own surprise he's genuinely pleased with the selection you choose. It's 'an oldie but a goodie'. Definitely a classic that just so happens to be one of his favorites. He just nods and instructs you to set it up. You think about how he must be used to ordering people around as you work. Somehow only finding it more attractive of him.

Shigaraki goes over to a mini fridge and pulls out two sodas. He's once again confused when he comes back over and asks if what he pulled out for you is alright. Why does he even care? You accept the offered drink and finish setting everything up. Of course he takes the gaming chair after sliding a worn-out bean bag chair over for you to sit in. Naturally. It doesn't bother you, though. The two of you then begin a campaign that grows in intensity as time goes by.

You end up playing together longer than either of you expect. He loves how enthralled in the game you become, and you just so happen to be better than he even anticipated. He watches you out of the corner of his eye during the gameplay. You're certainly funny and make even cuter faces the more you get into it, especially when you're concentrating.

He doesn't seem to notice you doing the same as you take the opportunity to watch him in your peripherals. You already know he's cute, so you take notice of his hands. He grips the controllers with a pinky on each hand raised. It amazes you how much of an expert he is in doing so. It doesn't even seem to bother him in the slightest.

After yet another playthrough he sets down his controller and stretches his arms over his head. You do the same as you rise up off the bean bag. Afterward he pulls out his cellphone and you watch as he seemingly types out a text. "Do you drink?" The question catches you by surprise and you mumble out a quick reply with "Uh, yeah, I do."

His phone is already away when a minute later there's a single knock at his door before it's pushed open to reveal Kurogiri. He steps into the room and puts a tray down on the end table beside the bed that has a bottle and two empty glasses resting on it. He straightens up after filling the small glasses and he looks over to you two. "I do hope things are going well." You feel your face heat up slightly but nod still. "Yeah, fine.", Shigaraki says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Kurogiri takes that as his que to leave and nods before walking out. Leaving the pair of you alone once more. Shigaraki suddenly finds himself nervous and begins scratching his neck. That's when he realized that it was the first time he's done so since coming into his room and playing with you. Why were you able to do that to him?

Shigaraki doesn't allow the atmosphere to become awkward. He isn't sure what to say so he goes over to pick up one of the drinks Kurogiri poured. He only takes a sip or two before he sees you looking at him and he waves you over to join him. You make your way next to him and pick up your own glass. His eyes widen as the liquid seems to slide down your throat with ease.

After taking a gulp you place your nearly empty glass back down. You watch as Shigaraki keeps his own gaze locked onto yours. He brings the edge of his glass up to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and takes a larger gulp just as you had. You found yourself getting lost in his crimson eyes. Before you could register what you were doing and stop yourself you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Shigaraki immediately froze at your actions. He gasped and you were able to slide your tongue inside his mouth to engage with his own. He was clumsy with it. Clearly evident that he was inexperienced. You cracked open your lidded eyes slightly to see him staring down at you wide eyed. Still in shock you mused to yourself.

With your eyes closed once more you felt him tilt down to the side and heard the click of his glass being put down. That's when you felt it. His hands tentatively placed on your hips. After a few moments their grip gets a bit tighter before you feel him smooth them around your back to pull you impossibly closer to him. Even with his hands behind you, you could feel his four fingers of each hand.

When you finally part for breath, he doesn't take long before he's chasing your lips for another kiss. After a hearty make out session you sense him start to lower himself onto his bed. You stop kissing and look down when you hear the familiar clicking of a belt buckle. Shigaraki lets out a low chuckle with a dark look in his eye. "Why don' you be a good little slut 'n suck my cock. I'd like that, 'n I jus' know you'd like it too."

Your hot core instantly throbs at his words, and you grind your thighs together before you lower yourself to your knees. He's right, after all. You slide his pants and boxers down in one go. His legs are slim but toned. It's obvious he's strong, but unassuming looking. You think about how Heroes could underestimate him and come to find they're sorely mistaken.

When his cock springs free into your face your mouth waters. It's long and slim, like him, but curved just right. You gingerly take him in your hand and give him a few preliminary pumps to test his reaction. As soon as you take him in your hand it's obvious he tenses and give the subtlest jerk of his hips. He's already panting in anticipation and you've hardly started. You can't wait to see how else he'll react.

You give him a moment to gather himself. That's when you go for it and lick up his long shaft before pecking his tip and gathering the bead of pre that was present there on your lips. You hear the hiss he lets out as he sucks in a breath through his teeth at your initial motions. You watch him, keeping his ruby eyes locked with yours, as you sink down and wrap your mouth around him as low as you can at first. It's not balls deep quite yet, but you'll get there.

You bob up and down, sucking him off for the first few minutes. Then you bring yourself down as low as you can to get him as far back into your throat as possible. You're still looking up at Shigaraki as you watch his head throw back in ecstasy. Then you feel him grip hold of your hair at the top of your head. He's got a fistful as he pumps your head up and down to throat fuck you.

You picture it in your head with your eyes closed at first. The slight sheen of sweat beginning to gather along his forehead. His eyebrows narrowed in concentration. The clump of hair he's gripping onto with a raised pinky. One wrong move of him lowering the digit, especially while he's distracted like this, means the end for you. Painfully.

That's the thought that makes your pussy wet to the point it could pool on the floor underneath you.

He's doesn't lower it, though. Even with his mind fogged with lust and concentrating on not finishing in your soft, wet mouth too soon. He's grunting so much you could tell he's close, especially by the twitch of his cock in your mouth. Suddenly he's squeezing your shoulders and when you stop and look at him he's slowly pulling you off him. You're about to ask if he needed you to do something different, or stop all together (to your dismay), but he simply tries to catch his breath before speaking. "T-take off your clothes. Then you're going to stand up 'n bend over the edge of the bed when I tell ya."

You let out a mewl at his instructions and obediently rise to your feet. That has the spark of life going right to his cock, keeping him ready and twitching without your sweet mouth satisfying him. You really are his little obedient slut, aren't you? He couldn't be more satisfied with the decision to allow you two to meet. If it's half as satisfying to fuck into your heat as it was your mouth, he's going to have a harder time concentrating on anything else important.

Shigaraki swallows hard when he sees your naked form, timid and shy before him. He doesn't know where to look first. He figures he'll start with your beautiful face and work his way down your sexy body. He runs his tongue over his dry, cracked lips. His cock twitches yet again the way your eyes are shining with elation at him and how it's clear you're waiting for his next command.

"Good girl.", he coos as he takes one finger and tugs a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You hum in response and wait for him to continue. To tell you what you should do next. "Go on 'n bend over now. I want your ass on display." You nod and obey as you get right into position and Shigaraki resists the urge to groan at how good you're being for him.

Once you're bent over, resting on his bed with your forearms and your ass up, you wait to see what's going to happen next. You jolt when you feel him swipe a finger up through your folds and gather some of your slick. Since he's behind you, the only evidence of what he did next was the hum of delight and the pop when he pulled his finger from his mouth.

"You taste real good, Player Two." That had another mewl coming from you and the grinding of your thighs at his words. Your heart was beating rapidly and you're sure if you opened your chest up it'd go soaring. He actually thought of you as his "player two". Suddenly he was groping handfuls of your asscheeks. When he slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his hands away you jolted again when you felt one of his hands fly down to swat your ass.

The moan that came flying out of your mouth would've been impossible to repress. Shigaraki let out a dark chuckle as he leaned closer to your ear. "You're still lovin' this, huh?", he questioned with a teasing tone. Out of nowhere, another spank. This time of the other cheek. Afterward, he smoothed his hands over the reddening area.

You could hear him chortle as he did so. "I noticed you were lookin' at my hands." His voice was more hushed now yet still raspy. "You get off on the fact that it's so dangerous to be around me." Another slap on your ass. "Spanking is jus' as dangerous. One wrong move. Just one time I come down too hard and that pinky could fall. You love that, huh?"

Another spank, followed by a loud, unholy moan from you. He was right, you already knew that. Shigaraki could kill you on any one of the swings he does. His index and middle fingers slid down to run through your soaked folds. "I knew it. You're a danger slut. Aren'cha?" Suddenly he gripped the back of your hair and pulled you up to stand in front of him with your back against his chest as he kisses your neck.

"I knew you were special. Master said I'd have a playmate, but I didn't believe him. I should've known he'd make sure I'd have a sweet thing like you."

He turned your head to the side so he could vigorously kiss your mouth. When a few seconds were up he roughly pushed you down onto his bed. You look back at him and see that he's working his hard length once again. "Lay on your back. 'M gonna fuck you now." You crawl up his bed and flop onto your side before rolling over onto your back. Your legs still rubbing together for some friction.

Suddenly you see him standing at the edge on the side of his bed. He's scratching his neck and it's obvious he's trying to say something, or at least convey something important. Finally, he speaks when he lowly states that, "I-I don't have a c-condom." His cheeks are red with embarrassment that spreads to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

You simply hum in understanding before you lean up and cup his face to reply to him. "That's okay.", you comment in a sincere tone. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just finish whenever you feel like you're ready." He eyes you for a moment and allows you to pull him in for a short but sweet kiss. He nods this time and crawls over your body to lay over you.

Shigaraki sits back on his knees and watches as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds as it gathers an abundance of the delicious slick. That's when he aims it at your tight hole and begins to push inside you, sometimes having to thrust to give it an extra push into your core. He feels your gummy walls tight around him and he swears it's the best thing he's felt. He's sure he could blow any time now.

So he steels himself, bringing his hands to hold under your thighs and push them up a bit. "Think I'll lose track 'n drop my last finger down?" You know he's taunting you, but it makes you wetter and clench all the same. The clamping down on him has him reeling as he bends over you to place one hand down next to your head. He has to give a few more thrusts before he's mostly inside you. "Fuck, you're so wet.", he exclaims before figuring 'screw it' and plunges his cock balls deep into your guts.

"Such a good Player Two. Taking me so well. You're gonna lay there 'n take it 'n scream like a good girl, right?" Any words were long gone for you to respond with. You'd hardly gotten started, and your brain was already fuzzy. You can't even imagine how you'll be after he fucks you senseless.

You simply did what you could and nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame. Even though he was kind of clumsy it was obvious this was a first time for him, or one of his first times anyway. He was a fast learner and had little trouble satisfying you. Especially once he learned about that kink of yours.

Shigaraki stared into your eyes and then kissed you roughly. As he pumped his cock into your tightening cunt, he brought a hand up to your throat. One pinky raised yet again of course. That's when he saw your eyes roll back and felt that pussy of yours clench him like a vice. "You love how dangerous I am. How I could kill you in the blink of an eye. There'd be nothin' left of you. Nothin' left of this gorgeous body of yours. Nothing." He chortled as if amused but seemed to carry a different aura about him as he went on. "That'd be a real shame. You're my 'Player Two' after all. Givin' me your body so freely."

"Yes, yes, YES!!", was all you could scream. It was true anyway. All of it. He drove you wild, especially like this. You wanted him and could only pray he'd have you to take again and again. "Such a slut. My little cum slut, right?" You nod again, briefly this time, knowing his hand was still on your throat.

He picked up his pace as he bullied your tight pussy. "Oh God!", he commented breathless and panting. "Such a sweet obedient girl. Ready to take her Master's cock." He feels your pillowy walls tighten around him and encourages you to continue. "Cum on my cock sweet thing. Do it." As he drilled into you, you were on the verge but still hadn't cum yet. He knew just what would send you over the edge.

With a stern voice, he once again demanded you cum on his cock. "...Or I'm gonna dust you for good measure.", he growled. That sent you over the edge and you clamped down the hardest and began to milk him dry. "Gah..c-cum-cummin'!" He was lost in his own post sex haze as he filled you with his seed, branding you his. "G-good girl.", he pants. "That's my good girl. All mine."

Your heart swells at his words and once the two of you come down from your highs, he slowly pulls out of you with a hiss. You're left there on your back, a panting mess when he rolls off you and awkwardly hands you some paper towels from nearby so you can wipe yourself up. You quickly do so and see him reach his hand out to take them back.

Watching closely, he walks over to a trash can and dusts the now tarnished rags he holds to let them fall into the can. You had begun to sit up and look around for your clothes when he clears his throat. "You, uh, you can stay if ya want." You head flies to his direction and a smile begins to pull at your lips. "I'd like that."

Slowly and apprehensively, as if giving you the chance to change your mind, he climbs into bed. He lays his arm over your head for you to curl into his naked body so he can wrap that arm around you. You glance up to him to see him eying you timidly. "Thank you." After a few comfortable moments of silence Shigaraki speaks up. "I think I should be thanking you, Babygirl."

You giggle a bit into his skin before looking up to meet his eyes again. Now it's your turn to be timid. "Am... A-am I really you're Player Two." That's when Shigaraki was caught off guard. He scratches his throat a bit. He was fine with considering that of you, especially during the act. With one finger he moves a strand of hair that had fallen over your forehead and into your eyes. "Yeah, I guess ya are. Wouldn't mind it as long as it's you anyway."

The smile you gave him in response had his chest twisting in a way he never had happen to him before. He'd need time to figure it out, but he knew he wanted you close regardless. Especially after the excursions that just occurred. He tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to rest on him.

After a few quiet moments, you broke the serenity surrounding the two of you with a simply question. "Does this mean I'm gonna be meetin' the League?" Shigaraki groaned and ran his free hand down his face. "I'd like to keep ya all to myself a little longer if that's alright with ya." You widen you smile before tucking your head back into his chest to nuzzle into him. "If Dabi were to try anythin' with ya I swear it'd be the last thing he does.", he quietly grumbles. All you do is simply respond with a quiet "yours" before sleep begins to overtake you.

Shigaraki didn't know what to do but just hold you against him. He'd hold you for as long as he could. He'd try to keep his finger positions in check, and hold back his overwhelming need to kill to keep his scratching in check. No matter how much you liked being so close to death.

No matter how attracted you are for him being someone who could kill you with such ease.

#bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #mha smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shimura tenko #tenko x reader #tenko smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober '22 #tw: autassassinophilia

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This...just-omg...😳🥺❤❤

Bakugou’s first love who’s who’s temper and passion matches, no, exceeds his, because you had to fight twice as hard to earn things he was given, had to fight twice as hard to get a seat at a table he was born to. His first love, who’s outcast by hero society for carrying too much anger, for being too rough, too much.

For being Quirkless.

He never said it was love, but it was. He could feel it, knew you could too. Or at least, he hopes you could.

So after you disappear, there’s not a single day that goes by where he doesn’t think of you, well into adulthood. Little things like the flowers in the florist shop window that are the exact color of your old car, the way the city glows after a rainstorm.

He thinks it would be easier to forget you, to not have to carry the weight around with him all the time, and he hates himself for thinking it at all. Hates that he feels burdened by your memory instead of thankful he could tell someone exactly where every mole and birthmark sat on your skin, the different colors in your eyes.

It’s that perfect memory that confirms his worst suspicion when history begins to repeat himself, a new group of villains unhappy with society rising from the ashes of the last.

You’re clearly different, but he knows you. Knows the way you move, the tilt to your voice when you’re hiding that you’re wounded.

It’s the first time that his heart is at war with his sense of duty, but he keeps quiet about his suspicion regardless, needing to confirm everything for himself before he spoke up.

It’s a thin line he’s walking, but he assures himself he won’t cross it, no matter what.

And yet, when he finally catches you, unmasked and pinned beneath him, bloody teeth bared, he finds himself lifting enough for you to escape. He wants desperately to give chase, to catch you again, but he knows it’s not so he can bring you in.

It’s that realization that wakes him up, makes him take extended leave so he can track you down. Except he doesn’t have to.

You show up at his apartment one night, covered in shadows near the open window as he comes in, absently listening to Kiri worry about him over the phone. It takes everything in him not to hang up on his friend immediately when he sees you, freezing in place.

He should be angry, should be insulted that you, a wanted villain, had the audacity to show up in his home and silently watch him, but he’s not.

Part of him believes he’s finally lost it, chasing ghosts, so he calls out your name quietly, more of a breath than real words, but he can see the way your body reacts to it immediately, and all he can feel is relief crash around him.

There’s a heavy silence for a while, and then he takes a step forward. You stiffen, and in a blink, you’re gone, the only sign you were real to begin with a note telling him to stay away.

But he doesn’t. And neither do you. He knows you follow him, can feel watchful eyes on him, even if he can’t see you right away.

And then you show up in his apartment once more, clearly ready for a fight in the middle of his kitchen. There’s a glint of a knife in your hand, and he’s careful to move slowly as he sets down his groceries, hands splayed to show you he’s unarmed, as if he couldn’t kill you with one flick of his wrist. He calls out your name again, softly, like he’s talking to a wounded animal, and you can’t help the way your heart begs you to respond, even after so many years.

You shift, hesitate, and he straightens, takes a chance, and takes a step towards you. Your hand twitches, but you don’t raise it, don’t charge him. So he takes another. And then another. And then he’s within striking range, and your eyes are hard, angry in warning, but wide, like you’re lost.

So he steps closer. And you step back, knife falling from your hand and clattering to the floor. He presses forward until your back hits his kitchen island, and he’s leaning over you, knuckles white with the way they grip the marble.

You look panicked, fear brewing in your gaze when he raises a hand, eyes squeezing shut so you don’t see the blow coming.

Instead, he brushes your hair away from your face, and your eyes fly open in surprise, the large pro drinking you in, his eyes flicking over your form.

“I thought you were dead,”

His voice is softer than anything you’ve ever heard, rolling over you and bringing back memories long since repressed. He cups your cheek, thumb sliding over your skin as if to make sure you’re real, and you hate how good it feels, how much you’ve missed him, and then his gaze dips lower and he freezes.

Now that’s he’s able to be close to you, breathe you in, he sees what he’s missed before, hidden under stealth suits and large hoodies. From beneath your top curl ragged scars, curving and licking up along your throat and across your shoulders, more abundant than unmarred skin.

Your breath hitches as his fingers leave your face to trace over the scars on your collarbone, his face filled with anguish. His searching takes him lower, to the collar of your shirt where he pulls away, shaky hands falling to the hem as he begins to lift it slowly.

Your hands circle his wrist in warning, and he spares you a glance, his pretty eyes filled with silent pleas, and you give in to him, as powerless to him as you were when you were stupid kids believing you were in love. Your fingers fall away from his skin slowly to let him continue, heart hammering as you let the man you came to kill undress you.

He hesitates, inhaling deeply, steeling himself for what he might see before he tugs the cotton upwards once more.

His stomach twists in knots as you’re revealed to him, arching scars covering most of your torso, some clearly old, but far too many new, deep, and he can only imagine what you went through to earn such markings across your skin.

He can hardly find those moles and beauty marks he used to be able to map perfectly, now replaced with thick and jagged lines. He looks tortured, struggling not to let it show, but you see it anyways.

You can’t help the noise that bubbles from your throat when you lift your arms for him, a fresh wound beneath your left breast pulling painfully tight with the movement, and he clenches his jaw at the sound of your whimper, brows drawn low over his eyes.

When his palm lays flat against your stomach, measuring the expanse of your scars to his hand, the former reaching out far further, you squeeze your eyes shut and tilt your head back.

You never wanted him to see you like this, and in that very moment, you wished you were dead like he’d assumed, rather than a broken shell of who he used to love.

He’s silent as his hands wander, their warmth seeping into your skin and settling on your hips, fingers splayed wide. He lets out a shaky huff and you finally peel open your eyes as he drops to his knees, his breath warm over your skin, moments before his mouth presses over your flaws.

He doesn’t miss the way you inhale sharply, hazy eyes focused down at him kneeling at your feet, mouth ghosting across your body.

He traces a path upwards, his hands keeping you grounded as you arch against him, goosebumps rising in the wake of his ministrations. He deviates from his path only once, to press a feather soft kiss against your newest wound, and you hiss, fingers flying to tangle in his hair.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but his mouth feels like a brand, his nose brushing along the underside of your breast, lighting a fire within you that you had assumed died long ago. He murmurs out something you don’t quite catch against your skin before he returns the drag of his mouth between your breasts, up until he’s pressing kisses against your jaw, his forehead bumping against your cheek as he shakes his head.

He exhales shakily again, and you tilt your head ever so slightly, needing to see him, needing to see the disgust, the pity in his eyes. You need him to give you a reason to push him away, a reason to hate him so neither of you start something you can’t finish.

But all you see is a quiet fury buried in those crimson eyes, smothered by a emotion you’ve only ever seen in those very eyes the last time you’d seen him. You’re not ready to admit what it is yet, denial flooding you even as your mind supplies the word.

Love.

It’s like all the air rushes from your lungs, and you’re sure in that very moment, if it wasn’t for his firm grip, that you’d simply crumple under the weight of your realization.

He draws you back to him, nose bumping yours when one of his hands cups the back of your head, fingers burying themselves in your hair. He opens his mouth and immediately closes it again, breathing in sharply through his nose before he speaks again, eyes shutting.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

And just like that, you can’t resist his pull anymore, closing the distance as the first tear rolls down your cheek.

#pro hero dynamight #bakugo katsuki

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Up in the Air

Skateboarder!Touya, who always picks you out among the crowd at the skatepark. Whether you just got there or been there for a little bit, he finds you. It's hard for him to take his eyes off of you. That is until it's his run. He drops down the quater pipe and picks up speed to head right to the other side of the park, past the pyraminds, where you stand gathered with your friends. Whether he pulls a 'benihana' or an 'indy grab', he's throwing you a wink when he gets air. Right in the middle of his trick. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and glance to your left and right in the event it wasn't directed towards you. Only it was.

It always is.

The first time or two you weren't sure it was. Those turquoise gems are hard to look away from, after all. Even if you're trying to admire his maneuvers and his form. Now it'll be damn near impossible knowing he's pulling stuff like that. You never saw him wink at anyone else. So that must have some meaning behind it, right?

Touya lands himself next to BMXer!Keigo when he's finished. Landing a last-minute trick for good measure. He turns to look back at you and the grin on his handsome face only grows wider when you have to look away from being so flustered. Keigo witnesses it all, and of course is not one to be outdone by his long-time friend. Not when he likes you just as much as Touya does. He eyes you checking out Touya and makes a mental note to make sure he gets you to notice him.

He doesn't head right for you as Touya does. Keigo opts to keep you in his periphery. He takes the opportunity to do a tail whip or two. Finally, he heads your way and does a bar spin when he's in the air before you. He doesn't wink but he puckers his lips as he blows you a midair kiss. Your eyes widen and you feel the familiar heat in your face once again. First Touya, and now Keigo. What the hell was happening?

Keigo finishes his run and plants his bike near Touya who doesn't look amused. The latter has his eyes narrowed in annoyance at his friend while the former has a lazy smirk on his face. You watch as Keigo says something to Touya and Touya scoffs as he crosses his arms. After a few moments of interaction between the two they both turn to look at you with a different look on their faces now. You knew in your gut things were possibly about to get a lot more complicated...

...but a lot more interesting.

#bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #todoroki touya #takami keigo #touya x reader #keigo x reader #mha ficlet #touya ficlet #keigo ficlet #prequel ficlet?#part one ficlet?

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chaoticorganizedmess · 2 years

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This entire thread.❤️‍🔥💔🥺😵

You are all masters of the craft.

Thinking about being childhood sweethearts with Bakugo.

About first crushes and awkward hand-holding, of stolen kisses and sweaty palms; of realising just how thin the line between ‘like’ and ‘love’ can feel at sixteen.

In the blink of an eye, you’re almost twenty-five with the whole world in the palm of your hand and a partner that you know almost better than yourself. You’ve seen Bakugo grow, helped him, eased his ego and pushed him to be everything you knew he could be and he’s done the same for you. You’re a powerhouse of a couple - almost ten years strong and the envy of all of your friends. There’s no question that there’s so much more ahead of you: a ring, a house and white picket fence, children?

He’s your person and you’re his.

…Maybe that’s why neither of you see it coming.

Falling out of love can be like that.

#i doff my cap to you

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💖💖💖

the only video that matters

@ thesingulardave on tiktok

#damn straight #masculine men attending princess parties #the only parties that matter

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chaoticorganizedmess · 2 years

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🤣🤣🤣🤣

This motherfucker was walking around Comic-Con in a hyper-realistic Walter White/Bryan Cranston mask

guess who was underneath this Bryan Cranston mask

fucking Bryan Cranston.

#bryan cranston #fucking bryan cranston #omg i love this #i love him!#breaking bad

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Rain On Me💦

Bakusquad Fellas x F. Reader

The guys of the Bakusquad find they all take a similar liking to you. So one night they take the opportunity to show you.

Note: Character masterlist links at the end.

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; Bukkake; Stripping; Fingering; Facials(Obviously), Picture taking. [18+]

Bukkake: a type of sexual activity in which several men ejaculate on another person.

"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything." - Friedrich Nietzche

Some people may wonder how they ended up in a situation like this. Not you. Nothing excited you more than being in the position you were currently in. You were on your knees with your bottom nestled between your ankles on the floor. Above you were four beautiful cocks in the grips of their equally beautiful owners. Their faces marked with various degrees of pleasured expressions. While you sat patiently beneath them waiting for them to finish.

More specifically, to finish on you.

You were completely naked. The result of a striptease you had begun to perform for them. It wasn't your first time hanging with the "Bakusquad", but certainly your first time like this. Mina and you had been friends since you were little. You went to different schools, so you unfortunately hadn't even met Kirishima until they were all graduated from UA.

After the first time they met you, the guys were infatuated. Some made it obvious, like Kaminari; others were less than forthcoming, like Bakugo. Tonight everything had come to a head. (Pun intended?) After the last party that Kaminari had thrown, they saw your wilder side. Though nothing that night compared to right now by any means.

When they sat around discussing the party Kirishima would be throwing next, it was Sero who chimed in first. "Mina, why don' you bring that cute little friend of yours." The other boys knew who he was talking about before your name even left his lips. Mina giggled and agreed to invite you. Unaware that the guys intended to see how wild you actually liked to get. Even Bakugo was sporting a smirk as he thought about getting to see your naughtier side.

The party wasn't large by any means, but the crowd was a good size. You were buzzed towards the beginning of the night. However you opted for water as the night went on. It was actually Bakugo and Kirishima that suggested it. They wanted you sober and willing at your own accord. Mina did not stop drinking, though. She ended up passed out on a couch in the empty living room once the rest of the guests called it a night.

The boys and you were downstairs in Kirishima's "mancave". It was obvious by the look in their eyes that they wanted you. Hearing their compliments for you had your self-esteem soaring. First you stood up and quietly enjoyed their surprised expressions when you started seductively dancing. Their eyes trained on you and only you. It was more intoxicating than the alcohol.

When their eyes widened as you first removed your shirt it did little to hinder your choices about your behavior. If anything, it made your core throb. You knew if you felt yourself you'd be wet as hell. You loved being the center of attention for these hot men. These were men who could take on the world, and now were reduced to simple fanboys of yours as they readied you to bedevil their lives. Their mouths watering as your thumbs slid into the waist of your leggings right before sliding them provocatively down your legs.

The bulges in the pants of your captivated audience wasn't hard to notice. Kirishima tried to shift in his seat and Bakugo adjusted his pants as to not suffer from hindering his growing length. Kaminari and Sero were less inclined to hide the fact that they were so turned on. Well, Sero seemed to be too engrossed with you he hadn't even noticed it was obvious yet and Kaminari had his hand resting over his crotch.

"You're so beautiful." Sero commented to a chorus of agreeing responses. As you unhooked your bra, you rested your hands over your breasts before letting it fall. "If I'm gonna show myself, why don' you boys show yourselves as well. Hm?" The guys looked at each other in surprise. "Y-you want to see our...", Kirishima began to stutter out as his face became as red as his hair. He just wanted to kiss that cheeky smile right off your face.

Bakugo, rarely holding back from a challenge, stood up before Kirishima could try and finish. "Oi! You heard her, Dumbass. She wants to see us.", he replied as he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Now he stood baring his gorgeous upper body and flashed that cocky smile of his showing off his pearly whites. "Let's give the pretty girl what she wants."

Clicking from the couch next to his had you turning your head in the direction of the noise. Kaminari was already shirtless and beginning to undo his belt. "Hell yeah! Let's do this!" His excitement had you giggling and you watched Sero follow suit. Kirishima seemed a little more reluctant. You raised your eyebrows at him, silently encouraging him to continue. "Go on, Kiri. You don' wanna be the one who keeps me from showing myself, do ya?" You could see all three heads of the other boys turn to look at him.

"Come on, Dude!", Sero whined. Kirishima knew he'd give in to the peer pressure they'd lay on him eventually so he conceded. With a sigh he rose to his feet and took off his shirt before going for his own belt. As the large Hero got caught up to his buddies, you took the time to ogle the other men before you. Bakugo still had his boxers on but was lazily stroking his half-hard cock. Kaminari was completely naked and you noticed Sero was trying to kick off his pants to join in like so. "It's only fair...", Kaminari commented when he saw you taking in the sight of them, "if you're nude we should be too, right?"

Bakugo scoffed at him but never took his gaze away from you. You locked eyes with him, rubies darkened with lust as they roamed your body. Finally Kirishima was finished but had decided to stay in his boxers as Bakugo had. Seeing them on display had your own mouth watering. None of them were small. Some longer and some wider, but none of them had anything to be ashamed of.

You noticed they were waiting with bated breath, and it was your turn to show your goods. The bra dropped to the floor and your nipples immediately pebbled at the cool air they were exposed to. You could hear quiet gasps that only spurred you on to continue removing your underwear. The guys couldn't be more grateful you were so uninhibited.

They were all hard now as they watched your naked form sway to the music Kirishima had turned on prior to the start of your dancing. Your hands moved over your body in ways they had been dreaming of doing. Suddenly Bakugo stood once more and stepped closer to you. He rested his hand on your cheek, his palm hotter than you expected. That should be no surprise given his quirk, though.

After taking a moment to stare into your eyes he moved his hand to the back of your head. He took the hair there into his grip and brought you into a messy kiss. You felt his other hand on your hip before it slowly moved to your front. Finally pulling his mouth from yours he watched your reaction as he approached your pussy. "I bet you like this. All this attention. Hah?", he quietly inqured, still panting from the kiss.

As he ran his finger through your folds, he felt all the slick that gathered on them. He let out a laugh before continuing. "Look at that. You're lovin' it." You let out a whimper and let your eyes fall shut as he sunk a finger into your heat. You could hear Bakugo still talking even though it was hard for you to register with your mind fogging up. "So perfect. Our pretty girl."

He was right. You were their pretty girl. You wanted a piece of all of them. To experience all of them. As if he was reading your mind, Bakugo turned to look at Kirishima. "Got any condoms, Shitty Hair?" Kirishima paused his ministrations on himself as he thought for a minute. "Uh...actually I don' think I have many left. Many one for two." Bakugo sighed as his head dropped in defeat. You would suggest taking them bareback had you been on the pill.

You made a mental note to get on that in the event of something like this happening again.

Bakugo looked to the other two. "Well? Either of you two dumbasses got any?" Kaminari and Sero simply shook their heads. The ash blonde let out a low growl as he turned his attention back to you and thrusted a second finger inside your gummy walls. "We'll think 'f somethin'." You rocked back and forth on his hand as he expertly fingered you. "Finish on me.", you suddenly blurted out in a hushed tone.

They had heard you loud and clear, however.

"W-what?", Sero questioned. Though it was quiet the excitement in his voice was evident. You let out a moan when Bakugo kissed your neck. "I knew you were naughty...", he spoke against your skin. He then started moving his fingers at a faster pace as they curled to hit that special spot inside of you. You moaned loudly in response to him. "That's it. You love me hittin' your sweet spot." All you could do was nod. No words would come to mind with how he was working you.

"Let's get you there first. Cum on my fingers Princess, then we'll cum on you." The thought of that going down sent you over the edge and you did as he told you to. You rode out your orgasm as you grind down on his fingers. Bakugo spoke words of encouragement as you came down from your high. "That's it. Good girl."

Once finished you took in a deep breath as you opened your eyes to meet Bakugo's. That smirk was back on his handsome face. "You ready?", he asked and you nodded once more. He pulled his fingers from your core and sucked them clean. "You taste so good. Next time 'm gonna have it from the source." You mewled again and had to rub your thighs together at the promise of his special treatment in the future.

His other hand rested on your shoulder as he gently began to push and guide you down to your spot on the floor. "Our turn.", he growled before kissing you once again. You could taste a hint of your own juices still on his tongue. Finally, you got comfortably in position. The other guys stepped closer to you, and you couldn't help but notice they were all hard as a rock now. "You ready?", Sero questioned; you nodded your head as you readied yourself for what was to come. Oh boy, were you ready.

Ready to take their seed all over you.

Kaminari used his free hand to place a finger under your chin and gently tilt your head back. "Look up f'r us, Princess." You obediently complied and not only tilted your head back but opened your mouth some too. "You really are perfect. You know that?", Kirishima asked. His usual bright smile was gone and his red eyes were darkened and clouded with lust. Some of the boys looked like they were ready to blow any second now.

"Fuck...gonna cum!" was all the notice you had from Bakugo as he came and painted ropes of white over your mouth and nose. The grunts and groans he made were the best and you'd pay money to hear them again. The rest of the guys groaned as they watched their friend defile you first. A loud moan was heard to the side and your gaze shifted to Kaminari. He braced himself as he began to cum, and his seed fell over your eyes and forehead. Sero would be next as his cum flowed over the opposite side of your face.

The first three took their spots on the couches as they tried to catch their breath. All that was left was Kirishima. He stood before you, one hand stroking himself fast as he neared his completion. His free hand rested on your shoulder as he held you in place. "You look so pretty like this.", he whispered before raising his volume with a loud groan. "Gah- Cummin'!" is all he says right before he shoots his load over your bare chest.

Once he's finished he simply drops onto his ass, cock still in hand, as he tries to steady his own breathing. A click is heard, and your eyes snap to Kaminari who's holding his phone up. "Don' worry, Princess. It's only f'r us. I swear!" You breathe a sigh of relief as he brings his cellphone screen back to his face. Kirishima is putting himself away and you take note that Bakugo isn't in his spot.

Before you can wonder where he went off to, he appears beside you with a wet washcloth. "Here, Pretty Girl. Lemme wipe ya down. Get ya cleaned up." You hum in reply and let him get to work as he gently wipes your face and chest. When he's all done he extends his hand for you to take so he can help you up. "Let's get ya dressed." Kirishima peaks out from behind him, now on his feet, having grabbed your clothes off the floor next to him. "Here ya go, Sweetheart.", he says with his beaming smile.

You smile back and him before thanking him and his best friend. The boys and you dress and Bakugo pats the spot in between him and Kirishima, suggesting you take a seat there. You happily oblige and plop down in between them. "Can I get ya anythin'?", Kirishima asks and you reply about having a beer. He quickly gets up to grab one out of his mini fridge across the room and returns to your side with it.

"I... wouldn't be opposed to that happening again.", Kaminari chimes in and the rest of you laugh. You give him a warm smile. "Me neither." Just as you comment a groggy Mina appears in the doorway as she rubs her eyes.

"What's so funny? What'd I miss?"

Masterlists: Bakugo | Kirishima | Kaminari | Sero

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Omg...this, just....omg🤤🥵😳😵

MDNI

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The first covert mission Bakugou goes on after you start dating is a rough one. He’s not allowed contact, he’s not allowed to check in, he’s barely allowed to tell you he’s going to be gone for a bit.

It’s two months of torture, and he’s never been happier to be done with something in his entire life.

The entire debriefing meeting afterwards, his leg is bouncing impatiently, arms crossed and checking the time every two minutes.

The second that he’s dismissed he’s heading to collect his personal items from storage, cursing out the idiot interns who didn’t bother to keep his personal phone charged while he was away. He doesn’t stop to change out of his hero uniform, either, not wanting to endure another hour without you.

He’s lucky not to have been pulled over with the way he speeds home, the lights of the city whizzing past him on his bike, too desperate to hold you again after so many days missing you.

His hands are shaking with excitement by the time he reaches the door to your shared apartment, cursing himself when he drops the keys not once, but twice, in his haste.

But it’s so worth it to see you standing there in surprise, a laundry bin perched on your hip, your hair haphazardly pulled back with a clip. You’re wearing one of his shirts, the faintest hem of your pajama shorts peeking out from underneath them and it’s all he can do to remember to close the door behind him before he’s on you.

His hands are everywhere at once when he pulls you against him and lifts you, mouth pressed hungrily against yours. He growls when your legs wrap around his slim hips, fingertips digging into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he walks the two of you to the couch, settling down heavily with you in his lap.

He barely lets either of you breathe, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, hands siding under your shirt to grip your hips.

You’re just as desperate as he is, though, tugging on those blonde locks, panting against his mouth. Even when you try to pull back, try to calm yourself and tell him you have time now, he chases you, pulls you flush against him again. He’s got you pressed right over the prominent bulge in his hero suit and gives a roll of his hips that has you whining into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.

He’s desperate to hear it again, his hands guiding you to grind down on him, his own hips following your rhythm. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and you can’t stop the streams of his name followed by ‘please’ and ‘don’t stop’ that flow from your lips when they’re not pressed against his.

His hands slide from your hips to beneath your shorts, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he plants his feet on the coffee table and adjusts his body lower, your clothed cunt now dragging entirely over his length, clit catching with every roll of his hips.

He stops kissing you now, both panting as he looks at you from his place beneath you, your eyes squeezed shut and hair falling around your face. Your mouth is parted, fingers digging into the material of his suit that’s bunched around his chest and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He wants to encourage you, wants to tell you to use him, let yourself go, but you don’t need it. He can tell by the way your pace is getting sloppy, the way your legs are beginning to shake around him that you’re close. He gives one more sharp thrust of his hips, and it’s all you need to fall apart, teeth clenched and body trembling and he can’t help himself, especially when you call out his hero name.

The sight of you coming undone so completely over him, for him, without his cock pressed up inside you has him cumming, hips rising as he throws his head back and groans low in his throat, holding your cunt down against his length as white coats the inside of his thigh.

You lean forward to settle your head into the crook of his neck as you both come down, still panting as he presses a shaky kiss to your hair.

You force yourself to tilt up, eyes still hooded. “Did we both…?” You ask, cheeks red with embarrassment and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, sweet girl. Looked too damn pretty cumming in my lap,” he admits. He expects you to look disappointed but you don’t, shifting instead to press a much sweeter kiss to his lips than the ones before.

“Shower with me?” You ask quietly, biting on your lower lip as if you’re nervous that he’d ever turn down that offer, and he feels his cock twitch against his thigh.

“Oh, sweetheart, I plan on doing a lot more than just showering with you,” he promises lowly, silently vowing to make up for the last two months.

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #Dynamight x reader #dynamight smut

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🥵🥵🥵🥵

Kleptolagnia - Hawks/Takami Keigo x Reader

𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐚 - 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: There’s been a spate of burglaries of Pro-Heroes homes over the last few weeks, and no one knows that you’re behind them. Unfortunately for you, Hawks is there to stop you during your most daring yet.

Pairing: Hawks/Takami Keigo x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, dub-con, blackmail, fingering, blowjobs, facials, cum swallowing, dirty talk, semi-public sex, still not proof-read sorry!

Word Count: 3.1k.

“Well, well, well.” Hawks stopped you in your path as he fluttered down from the building he’d been perched on, watching you exit the house, “You don’t strike me as a Dynamight fan.”

The words had your blood running cold, freezing in place as you contemplated whether to try and make a break for it. If you dumped your bag, you could probably make it a couple of blocks down, maybe even to the subway. But there was no telling whether there were more people positioned in your path to stop you, wondering just how many people had managed to catch you red-handed. You tried to hide your bag full of stolen goods behind your back as you avoided meeting his gaze, already looking for a way out of this situation.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You hummed nonchalantly, picking at your nails to try and avoid their gaze.

“We both know you weren’t invited in, sweetheart.” He hummed, “And this isn’t the first time either. I’m sure you watch the news?”

It was the rush of endorphins that flowed through you whenever you committed a crime, especially when no one would ever suspect you. Reading the news articles the next day whenever a new Hero’s house would be hit, the media addressed the irony that the very heroes that were supposed to be protecting our city were the ones that were being hit.

The more properties you managed to break into and rob, the braver you felt. It had been weeks since the spate of burglaries had begun, and as you read through the news headlines and Twitter feeds it was clear that no one had a clue who was committing these crimes.

But of course, bravery can make you cocky, and cocky gets you caught.

You’d had a good run, in the last few weeks your small studio apartment was now full of trophies from your break-ins, like a museum dedicated to the various heroes you’d stolen from. But you hadn’t been prepared to get caught, and now you were terrified.

“I should hand you into the authorities right now.”

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#hawks x reader #hawks smut

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Self-Conscious😶

Dynamight/Bakugo Katsuki x F. Reader

Bakugo dwells on dark thoughts within him while you two attend an event.

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; Softer Bakugo; Car sex; Oral sex(Giving); Praising; Riding; Barebacking; Creampie [18+]

Bakugo Katsuki had grown in the near decade since his first year of UA. While he could still be brash and a bit abrasive, he mellowed out a lot. That didn't mean he still wasn't intimidating. Everyone knew he wasn't one to be messed with, and that meant by both civilians and villains. He'd grown in those ways, but there were factors that were too important to ignore.

He's a veteran now. Not only that but he had died on the battlefield. Actually DIED. He was more than grateful for the second chance at life he was given. Thankful to be able to live and become the Hero he always wanted. Moreso, he'd be forever grateful to have you by his side.

You weren't officially dating that first year at UA. Between him honing his skills and then war breaking out too much had been going on. There was always a closeness with you two. Bakugo tolerated you much more than the rest of those extras. What they didn't know is that you were the one in his room those late nights after you got his text about having another nightmare. You were the one hugging him close so he could hear your steady heartbeat and breathing when he was having a panic attack.

He'd never say it but he was always impressed with you. You sparred with him one on one like it was nothing for you. Always showed him no fear, even had a sharp tongue to handle those quick responses to the hothead.

After the war, when all was said and done and you were unsurprisingly at his bedside at the hospital, by his side, he weakly pulled you in for a kiss. It had shocked you, especially with Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki right there. You quickly reciprocated it though. The two of you were too wrapped up in your first kiss you didn't even notice the trio creep out of the hospital room. Smiles etched on their faces.

That was years ago. Things had changed outside of his growth as a person and a Hero. You two became a couple and once your careers had truly begun after graduating and you established your routines and schedules you took the next step and moved in together. You were so supportive and loving. He never felt he deserved you, having the best girl in the world.

You also didn't seem phased by his appearance in the least. He was still in one piece after all that happened, despite what that bastard had done to him in battle. He would always be proud of whatever scar he acquired. To Bakugo they were his trophies. Proof of defeating his enemies, giving his all in the fights and importantly that he pulled through.

However there was some scarring that he wasn't very fond of. While Katsuki would always be confident in his abilities and skill, it was the wounds he took to the face that had his mind over-thinking sometimes. A large portion of the right side of his face was scarred. Not like Shouto has with discoloration over his left eye, but rough scaring. His eyes were no longer both the same vermillion color. Once his healing was over his right eye was now a light red, a variation of the color salmon.

The two of you were going to a Hero event. It wasn't as formal as a gala, but still "casual dressy" you would describe to him. It was only a midday fundraiser. You wore a sundress while he wore dark jeans and a black polo shirt. You had to admit how nicely his muscles looked in that top. He had met you outfront by the car as he waited and you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed each side of his chin before planting a kiss to his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and returned the kiss before pulling away. "Come on, Shitty Woman. Let's git goin'. I wanna get this over with." Despite his words and movements Bakugo could never get enough of you.

You always assured him he was handsome as ever to you. Your eyes displayed such adoration for him. You never looked at him with pity, or disgust. Not in any negative way actually. You already put up with his ass and his crap attitude and emotional constipation. No matter how far along he's come or how much he'd gotten better with it. (He's got you to thank for that, too).

Sometimes he felt he held you back. There were times he wished you didn't have to deal with any of it. With his demeanor. With his appearance.

With him.

The location the organizers picked was an attraction with beautiful botanical gardens and ponds interconnected with small streams. They had a large field reserved with a few giant tent canopies set up with the tables for food and drink. Some were empty underneath, simply overhead to give some shade for those that wanted or needed it.

Now he's sipping from his beer with the damn nerd and Icyhot on his tail. Kirishima had been standing with him but sunk back a bit as he chatted with Kaminari and Sero. It didn't matter who was around though. All conversations were drowned out as he stared at you. Eyes focused over the glass bottle as he drank it's contents.

You were ethereal as you stood glowing in the suns rays. Mina, Round Face and Ponytail were standing around you, but you weren't chatting with them anymore. Someone had tapped your shoulder and pulled your attention from the girls. Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he watched the interaction.

When you felt the tap on your shoulder you turned to see a young man with a sheepish smile. He introduced himself with a bow before righting his posture. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously he went on to tell you that he had been such a huge fan of yours since he was still in high school.

You were an inspiration for him and apparently that even helped him get up the courage to try out for a spot as a student at your alma mater; obviously leading to success because he became an alumnus of UA just like you.

It wasn't all gushing and accolades from him, though. He politely asked if he could speak with you about technique, what it's like to transition from Sidekick to full-fledged Hero and other similar topics. He actually had a similiar quirk to you, so it made sense that he wanted to pick your brain.

He was nice to chat with. Hell he was even funny. When Bakugo saw you let out a genuine loud laugh at him his chest tightened. It wasn't just that you were talking to another guy. You were unquestionably faithful. Loyal to a fault. He trusted you completely: with his love, his heart, his soul, his life.

He trusted you with everything.

It was seeing you next to this guy that was hard to take. You two would make a good looking couple. Could he even make you laugh like this guy? Obviously he has made you laugh before, but it has to be more of a chore to put up with him and his bullshit.

You could be happier with someone else, even this Sidekick extra. Bakugo couldn't help but note that this guy was admiring you a bit more than professionally the longer your conversation. You were only a little bit away so he couldn't hear the entire conversation taking place, but there were some things he could catch. He was definitely being polite, but it's hard to get things passed Bakugo Katsuki. He knew this extra was checking you out as you guys talked, even subtly taking a quick glance at your cleavage.

Bakugo still puffed up full of pride. You were his and everyone knew it. If this guy didn't he better catch on quick, especially since everyone knew you two were an item. He loved that you were such a beauty and admired by many. Not that looks were important to him, you were strong and brilliant and had so many wonderful things about you. He loved it all, even the faults or imperfections you think you have.

He tensed as his chest squeezed tighter and his mouth went dry despite just imbibing his second bottle of beer. Sure he was worthy of being a top Hero. Just as he was worthy of being top of the class back in UA. However, he held you on such a pedestal that in this moment, as he had at different times in the past, he had to wonder if he was worthy of you.

Seeing you with this other man, even just chit-chatting, was getting to be too hard to watch. He could see for himself this guy was objectively handsome, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself discussing whatever-the-hell this guy brought up. It didn't help things when Hawks tagged along when Tokoyami stopped to greet you in passing. Christ, he's one of Japan's most eligible bachelors. It seemed as though even the Winged Hero was making heart eyes at you before they moved on to mingle some more. He hated thinking any way like this, but it was kind of hard not too. Not just due to his insecurities. You were always on his mind in some way. He just wanted you happy and healthy. Truly content with life.

You always said as long as you had him you were set for life in the happiness department. He tried for you, he really did. He wasn't always pleasant but of course you'd say "you knew what you were getting into" when you started dating him. Knew how he was and it didn't matter. You loved him for him.

It was that very moment, as if you could tell what he was thinking(he figured you probably could no doubt), that you turned his way and flashed him a bright, loving smile. Only one corner of his lips curled up but he couldn't fake a big smile. Not with you. Not when he was thinking of the possibility you could be happier without his ass.

God he loved you so much. He didn't deserve you. He really didn't. He knew he was just feeling self-conscious. Taking a rare moment to doubt himself. You deserved the best; while he'll always say he is the best and stand by it, when it came to you he felt you deserved better.

He tossed his bottle into the closest trash bin as he turned on his heel and headed towards the parking lot out back where the valet brought everyone's cars. There were large bushes surrounding the premises and a little gate to exit. That's where he headed. He couldn't help it. Bakugo was drowning in his negative thoughts and couldn't have any of that near you. He needed to get away for a bit. He needed space from everyone.

"K-Kacchan? You okay?" Concern was evident in Midoriya's timid voice. Bakugo heaved out a heavy breath as he sighed, continuing on his way without looking back and shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Yeah, 'm fine, Nerd. Just need some air."

Still standing next to Izuku, Shouto tilted his head slightly in confusion. He glanced around quickly before locking his gaze on Bakugo's retreating form. "There's lots 'f air, though. We're outside." Katsuki simply growled before replying with a "Shove off, Icyhot."

A minute or two later he'd push the gate open and turned to walk along the brickwall the bushes were lined against. Closing his eyes he sighed as he leaned his back against the rough bricks. It was a little better back there, being away from everyone. It was quieter and with any luck he can start to think better thoughts. That didn't seem to be in the cards for him right now however. He would only be resting there for a few minutes before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Found you!" Bakugo could hear the smile you held just in your tone. He didn't even have to look to know it was there. He stilled opened his eyes but didn't move from his spot against the wall. Simply turned his head and gave the warmest smile he could.

You knew something was up. He didn't seem upset and Katsuki was quite direct if he ever had an issue with something or someone. However you knew him best and could read him like a book. He wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. "What'cha doin' out here?" Bakugo watched your plump lips as you spoke. Watched your head tilt ever so slightly as you questioned him.

He gave a shrug of his shoulders before crossing his big arms over his broad chest. He looked imposing to most, but never to you. "Jus' needed t' get away from things for a bit." You nodded as you let out a breathy sigh. "Yeahh..", you began to reply as you stepped over to him, "..I get that." Suddenly you were in front of him, your hands looking very small compared to the muscular arms they now rested on. "I wanna know what's up with you."

Bakugo shook his head. He hated lying to you and you'd probably see right through it anyway. Still, he gave it a try. "Nothin'." He held you gaze in hopes you'd accept his answer and give up. You wouldn't though. "Don't lie to me, Katsuki." Bakugo winced at the serious tone in your command. "Somethin's goin' on in that head of yours. Tell me. I'm here f'r ya." He already knew that was true. "You don' gotta tell me that."

You simply continued staring up at him expectantly. Finally he sighed and dropped his arms as his shoulders slumped. "Saw ya talkin' to that Extra back there." He waved his hands in the direction of the back exit. You glanced over at the gate before turning to your man with a sly smile. "Aw, 'Suki...were you jealous? That's so cute." Bakugo growled before he kissed his teeth. "Don' call me cute.", he demanded in a low voice. He held your gaze before shaking his head and looking away. "The opposite actually..."

It was obvious he was getting annoyed as he carded his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but your body relaxed once you felt his hands rest on your hips. Bakugo kept his eyes to the ground as he explained his feelings to you as best he could. "Jus' saw ya with him and....ugh, you just deserve so much fuckin' better than me!"

Bakugo knew exactly what you were going to say. Knew you were about to chime in and interrupt in an attempt to reassure him. He didn't let you, though. The hold on your hips tightened a bit as he went on. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous. Smart. Funny. Tough as shit. A phenomenal fuckin' Hero. Look at me. You deserve someone better holdin' you right now."

He took in a deep breath once he was finished. It was when he felt your hands on his cheeks that he brought his gaze up to meet yours. "Bakugo Katsuki. For bein' so smart you can really be such a dumbass, dumbass." Bakugo narrows his eyes at you with no real malice behind them. "I will never want anyone else holding me-...No, I won' allow it." You spread you left hand over his scarred right cheek and he leans into your touch. Your eyes look over his ever-so-handsome face.

"You know you're the best, Katsuki. Always were, always will be. Well, you need to believe me when I say that I know that, too. I love you for everythin' about you. All that you are. I would trade none of it! 'm so proud of you, and so damn proud to be yours." You both close your eyes as you playfully bump the tip of your nose against his. "I love you more 'n more every day and you need to remember that you're my Number One."

"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. My Hero."

When he opens his eyes yours are so full of emotion. Your expression so full of love. You surprise him when you speak up once more. "You'd really become a quitter jus' so I can go date some Extra?" You don't get to hold your cheeky smile for long before he replies with a quick "Fuck no!" before smashing his lips into yours.

The next few minutes is a heated makeout session between you. Hands mapping over each other's bodies. Tongue's performing a sensual dance in sync with each other. You giggle at the little whine that leaves him when you finally pull away for air. His face is flushed with his lips puffy and red, lightly coated in your combined spit. He had no right being that hot. No right.

You glance around at your surroundings. It's void of people with the valet attendants out front waiting for anyone to come or go. It was basically playing the waiting game since no one from the party was doing either for the time being. Seeing there were no people your eyes scanned the lot for a moment before spotting Bakugo's black SUV. "Come on.", you instruct as you grab his wrist and pull him off the wall and drag him along.

Bakugo uses his free hand to adjust his crotch and half hard cock in his pants. "Where ya takin' me, Shitty Woman?" You only give a "You'll see!" as a response. His smile spreads wide when he realizes you were headed towards the spot they parked him in. As you walk up to it you tap on the back window and he smirks when you command him to "Get in."

He chortles at your order as he opens up the door to the backseat. "Yes ma'am." The valet always left the vehicles unlocked in the event someone needed to go out to their car for any reasons. Why would they think they had to lock up any of them in a lot full of vehicles belonging to actual Heroes and law enforcement anyway?

Bakugo slides into the middle of the backseat. His long legs are spread suggestively; he rests his arms over the top of the seats, his hands reaching each of the headrests. He still holds his smirk, but his eyes are glued on you as you climb in to join him. You're pulling the door shut behind you when he asks, "So, what ya got in mind, huh?" You turn to him with a sly smile as you reach to start undoing his belt.

"I'm gonna show you how much I love you." He lifts his hips up a bit as you lower his pants and boxer briefs down towards his knees. His cock is nearly fully erect and so juicy looking you can hardly wait to get started. He sucks air in through gritted teeth when you finally take his member in your hand and give it an initial stroke.

He's hard as a rock after you run your fist gingerly up and down twice. His caramel scent wafts over you, engulfing your presence. When you lean down and take him in your mouth he throws his head back with a loud groan. "God, you're the fuckin' greatest."

Bakugo rests his hand on your head as you bob up and down over his length. As you deep throat him he bucks up into you, fucking your throat. "Love seein' my cock stuff that mouth of yours." Your eyes look up to lock onto his and seeing him so aroused had your panties soaking. With an adequate amount of spit coating him thanks to your deep throating you took the opportunity to slide your underwear down your legs.

You pull off of him with a 'pop', but he doesn't remove his hand from your head. Instead he gently grips your hair and guides you up to another heated kiss. You take charge as you straddle him. You take him in your hand and run his tip through your folds, gathering your slick and mixing it together with his pre. "Gonna show you what you do to me.", you comment as you pull away for air. Your pussy throbs when you see his eyes roll back at your words and feeling you bare and soaked over him.

With your cunt efficiently wet you begin to sink down and impale yourself on him. Inch by inch. He's got thickness with his length and the stretch is always both intense and divine. You feel his tight grip on your hips once again and let out a moan until he's balls deep inside you. "So fuckin' tight. Every time.", he grunts as he smooths his hands up your back from under your bunched up dress.

You don't move for a moment and he doesn't complain just yet. He's enjoying just being inside your gummy walls snug around him. Having you in his arms, pressed up against his chest, Bakugo watches you. His eyes scanning over your beautiful face. Your eyes are closed and your lips parted as you give yourself a moment to adjust to his size.

It doesn't take long. Your insides are guaranteed to be the shape of his cock by now, having taken him so many times for so many years now. You open your eyes to meet his and start to grind against his pelvis. It's slow and intense with your clit being stimulated as you go. "Shit." He's loving how you're taking him, but he knows you'll both want more soon. "Love you so much, 'Suki.", you whisper into his ear. Feeling your breaths on the side of his neck sends shivers down his spine and he physically shudders when you take his earlobe between your teeth.

His hold is bruising around you. As if he has to keep you in such a tight grasp or he'll lose you. He seizes each of your plump ass cheeks, one in each of his large hands, that he uses to guide you as you ride him. You feel even more motivated when you hear him gasp as you begin to lift yourself up and down on him. "You fill me up so much. S'good...so, so good."

You take one hand and run your fingers through his mane until you grip the hairs at the back of his head. Your free hand remains on his shoulder as you rest your forehead against his. His brows are furrowed in concentration as to not spill inside you just yet. "You're so sexy, y'know that?" He slams you down hard at a particular angle and you're seeing stars. "No one could ever compare t' you, Katsuki. You're mine and 'm y-yours. Oh-"

Bakugo suddenly bucks up into you, setting a rapid pace and sending you reeling. You always took him so well. Could always handle him whether it was rough or not. "You drive me fuckin' wild." He barely gets the sentence out amongst the grunts and groans leaving him. "Always takin' me like a champ." Now it's you throwing your head back with tears pooling at the corner of your eyes and letting out one of your loudest moans yet.

He feels you begin to tighten around him and it leaves his head blank. All he knows is he's bringing you close to the edge already. "Squeezin' me so good." Bakugo pulls away a bit to look down where you two are connected. Watches his dick quickly appear and disappear inside of you as he's fucking you. Sees your glistening folds taking him in. "Shit. Katsuki, 'm gonna cum."

His gaze shoots back up to your face and he sees your lidded eyes staring back at him. Your face is flushed and filled with a look that displays the ecstacy you're in. "G'head. Be my good girl 'n cum all over my cock." You did exactly as you were told. There was no way you couldn't hearing his words and feeling his thumb roll over your clit as he spoke.

He loved hearing your screams of pleasure, especially when you're announcing that your cumming. Not that he needed the warning. "Clampin' down on me so hard. Holy fuck- hnng!" You feel his cock twitch inside you before he's filling you with his seed. He looked down as he slowed his speed more and more, watching his exposed length turn white with your cum.

"That's my girl." You can hear the vulnerability in his voice, even with him slighty out of breath. He was saying a lot with those three words. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. He hugs you back as he softens inside your filled cavern. The two of you enjoy the moment being together in the backseat.

You let out a contented sigh as you lift off of him and swing your leg over to sit next to him. He's pulling up his pants and readjusting his belt as your pulling your own panties back up your legs. "You got any tissues?", you ask as you run fingers under your waterline to fix your eyeliner.

You lean to reach for the center console when his eyes widen and he grabs your wrist. "Hang on. I got ya." That's all he says as he pushes his body through the front seats and pulls open the glove box to grab a small pack of tissues he keeps "just in case". (They're really for you and times like this or when you really need them.)

His actions surprised you at first, but you chalk it up to him being chivalrous for you as usual. You dab around underneath each eye as you use the tinted window to see your faint reflection before turning to face him. "How d' I look?", you ask with a hopeful expression. Your makeup was fine, but you'd still look exquisite to him even if it were a mess. "Ya look fuckin' beautiful, Babygirl."

Your smile is beaming in response. You close the space between you and peck his lips. When you go to pull away he doesn't quite allow it as he gently caresses the back of your head. Bakugo kisses you deeper and leaves two small pecks of his own before letting you go. "Let's get back t' the party.", you say as you turn to open the door now that you're both presentable. Bakugo internally relaxes in relief that you didn't go into the center console.

That you didn't find the small velvet box with a certain diamond ring inside.

You tug on the handle and push the door open, but when it does you're startled to see something unexpected. Hearing your shriek Katsuki flies into protective mode and goes to put himself in front of you until he sees a familiar head of bi-colored hair come into his view. "Shouto, ya scared me!", you exclaim as you rest your hand on your chest over your excited heart.

Your friend's face holds no obvious expression, as usual. "I apologize. I came to see if Bakugo found the air he needed." You can't help but giggle at him and the annoyed noise Katsuki lets out in reply behind you.

"Damn it, Icyhot."

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