look you brought this onto yourself with that ask you sent me lmao
smutty drabble feat. keigo pretty please? if you're not comfortable writing keigo, that's cool, i'd be happy with anyone you pick.
(except endeavor. fuck endeavor.)
So, you want to fuck endeavor? I'm kidding. The man is an asshat. Um, I want to write so badly for you a little something about Hawks. But I only know of him through posts on here and internet research. I'm just at the part on MHA where Midoriya and Todoroki went up against each other to weed out the crowd. So I don't know anything of Keigo's character =(.
I will however, come back to this when I have learned more about him. In the meantime, here's this. Hope it will hold you over! Thank you for your ask!!
*aged up characters 18+*
A BRIEF BATTLE OF THE SEX
Midoriya gave you a spare key today. He wanted to take that next step in the relationship.
"My home will be your home now. Whenever you want, ok, sweetie?" He said as you peppered kisses all over his face.
You were so excited for this.
So excited in fact, that you were sneaking in after midnight. You wanted to surprise him with a little treat.
A little sexy treat.
You slowly open the door, careful not to make any noise. You tiptoe to his bedroom.
You enter, closing the door behind you. You smile as you see him lying in bed. His hair was in a state of disarray. His lips slightly parted as he breathed through his mouth. Deep, slow breaths.
It occurred to you that maybe you should just crawl into bed with him and hold him. But he just looked too good there with the sheets draped over his body, covering only up to his waist.
You pull the covers off his body, revealing his boxers. You lean over him and lick your lips. You take hold of his dick through the fabric of his underwear and gently squeeze it.
Midoriya stirs, but he doesn't wake up. You continue to stroke him.
"Mmm.." he shifts a little and moans quietly.
You pull down his boxers and take his dick in your hand. It was already hard. You smile to yourself. He must be dreaming about something good. You take him in your mouth and start to suck.
"Mmmm.." he groans as he slowly wakes up. He runs his hand through your hair as he pushes you further down his length.
You moan as his cock hits the back of your throat. He starts to thrust his hips upward, forcing you to take more of him.
"Good girl." He says softly. "Fuck, you're so good at this."
You feel his fingers tighten their grip on your hair. He starts to fuck your mouth harder.
"Ohhhh....fuck yes.." he groans.
You pull back and look up at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure. He looks so sexy right now.
You stroke him faster with your hand as you take one of his balls in your mouth. You gently suck on it, making him moan loudly.
"FUCK! YES! SUCK ON MY BAH - HALLS!" he yells.
You do as you're told. You take the other one in your mouth and suck on it hard.
"FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!" he shouts.
You feel his body tense up. He grabs you by the hair and pushes your face down on his dick. He thrusts hard into your mouth as he cums, shooting his load down your throat.
You swallow it all.
"Holy shit.." he breathes. "That was ... Jesus, Uraraka."
You look up at him and smile but then you realize what he just said.
"The fuck?" You ask, as you start to hit him with an open hand.
"I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!!" He laughs as he pulls you up and kisses you hard. "I know it's you, y/n. I'd know your mouth anywhere."
You relax and laugh a little at his shit joke. You know his heart (and cock) belong to only you.
"And anyway, she only comes by on Thursdays."
“Ok, you little shit …” You climb up onto his face and wait until you're about to cum and say "Oh, Kachaan, you know just how to get me off. Hoh, baby boy, fuck yes!"
Midoriya stops licking your clit and says "Wait ..."
You burst into laughter, falling off his face and onto the bed.
"Hey, THAT'S not funny!" He pouts.
"It was." You giggle and kiss him. "Now, please finish eating my pussy. I want to cum on your face."
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I've just had this scenario thats been stuck in my head for ages about prohero deku meeting you after graduation, five or so years later and he still has the same heart thrombin' crush on you after all of these years.
As the hero scene can be brutal, especially for the top 10 and as much as Izuku is the peak of the billboard chart, he hates it when people cant keep their phones in their pockets as awestruck gazes look upon the pair of you conversing.
I mean, it is the first time the pair of you even spoke a word towards each other ever since you hauled your life and belongings all the way up to Sapporo.
And...staring at you now, Izuku can't fathom why you're standing only a few steps away from him, much less he can't fathom why you're down in Tokyo of all places.
So out of curiosity, he asks "How are you even here?" Rolling your eyes and smiling just slightly, you respond back saying "I got a plane to Tokyo instead of taking the train, duh?"
Chuckling and nodding his head, he vaguely recalls a small memory of you being terrified of rush hours on the train, before you asked if he wanted to go to that one cafe that he was took you to in high school as “friends”.
Although we both know, he didnt want to be friends, he wanted to be more.
I guess this is his opportunity to ready his shot ;)
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Yakuza Bkdk: The Credit Card Switcharoo Part 1
It’s a chance encounter where Katsuki bumps into skinny, green haired guy that looks like he hasn’t slept for days. The resulting collision results with both of their wallets and the contents to spill onto the ground.
Katsuki curses while the skinny man apologizes profusely.
He ignores him, hoping his dragon and tiger tattoos would spook the man off as he gathers his stuff. Gladly they did, the green haired man hightails it away from the blond Yakuza member. After this, Katsuki goes to buy himself cigarettes… Only for his card to decline.
“What the fuck…?!” Katsuki glances down at his card and notices that while it has the same All Might print, it’s not his name on it.
It belongs to a Midoriya Deku.
He grinds his teeth, thinking back to the green haired man he met earlier.
He must of rammed into Katsuki on purpose and stole his card!!
Katsuki’s going to find that bastard and get his fucking card back before that thief drains his bank account.
Meanwhile, Midoriya Izuku, in his sleep deprived mind after working 8 days straight at his crummy warehouse job, is attempting to get himself something to eat from a hot meal vending machine.
Izuku wonders why he even bothers. His card always gets declined even if he attempts to get the cheapest thing on the machine.
To his surprise, his transaction goes through and he almost cries when he gets his favorite flavor of cup ramen. The warmth of the broth and noodles fills his stomach up.
Stomach satisfied for now, he believes it’s a fluke from the machine and it giving him a free meal.
To sleepy to pay attention to the name on the card as he slips it into his wallet, he makes his way to his home.
Which is his car that has seen better days.
Laying down in the backseat that is uncomfortably lumpy all over, he uses a bag full of shredded newspapers as a pillow.
He snuggles underneath a thin blanket and an extra jacket he knows to keep warm.
Not knowing his world is going to completely change…
It’s been three days since Katsuki’s card had been stolen. He had planned on locking his card, but he wants to see what this thief is buying and where he is buying the items from to get a better location.
So far, to his surprise, most the purchases are from cheap vending machines.
One vending machine even being one of those hot meal ones.
Besides those, no exuberant charges are placed. For a thief who stole a card with an account with over 3,000,000 ¥, he’s seems to be cheap.
And so far, no one has been able to locate a Midoriya Deku.
“Are you sure you’re reading the name right?” remarks his right hand man, Kirishima. “You may be good with guns, mathematics, and other things, you are not the best at… reading well.”
Katsuki glares at him.
“Fuck off.”
Kirishima shrugs. “At least let me see the card and read the name.”
Katsuki begrudgingly hands over the card. The red haired man takes it and glances down at it, reading it. Then he clamps down his lips, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. But a few giggles slip out.
The blond doesn’t take to kindly to this. “What?! What’s so damn-“
“His name isn’t Midoriya Deku, it’s Midoriya Izuku.”
Katsuki feels like he’s falling into a pit of embarrassment at such an error. And it seems it doesn’t end because Kaminari, Kirishima’s boyfriend, is also sitting at the long table Katsuki situated himself at to investigate. It doesn’t even take a second for the electric blond to start laughing his ass off.
“Oh my Gods!! Hahaha!!” Kaminari laughs, holding his stomach. “The great Bakugou “The Red Eyed Dragon” Katsuki making such a blunder is hilarious!! Hahaha-AHHH!!!”
He couldn’t take it the moron’s laughing. Katsuki practically launches across the table at Kaminari, about to strangle him. But the little shit is quick and hightails it to hide behind his mountain of a boyfriend.
Katsuki seethes. “Come out from behind him, you coward!”
“Kirishima, protect me!” yells Kaminari, still hiding behind his boyfriend to get away from Katsuki’s clutches.
“Whoa! Whoa!” says Kirishima, holding his hands up in order to placate the red eyed blond. “No killing boyfriends here. What we have to focus on is that we now know this thief’s true name.” He clasps his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, giving him a sharp toothed grin. “So we can go and find him much faster and easier than before.”
Katsuki begins to calm at this.
Right.
That green haired thief will pay for stealing what’s his!
There’s no telling by now what this thief is cooking up to buy with Katsuki’s money next.
“Alright. Tell everyone to look for a Midoriya Izuku and report his whereabouts to me ASAP!”
Kirishima and Kaminari nod their heads.
“Yes sir!”
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Izuku sneezes.
“Achoo!!” He covers his mouth with his elbow, sniffing a little.
“Bless you!” says his coworker Hatsume Mei. Both of them are covered in grease from loading car parts and other metal objects into boxes; they should be shipping out right about not to their destinations. “Someone must be talking about you.”
He playfully rolls his eyes. It’s an old superstition that people still spread about.
“Don’t know who would be talking about me though…,” he mumbles to himself.
But then only one person comes to mind…
And it makes Izuku’s skin crawl.
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