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luna-indigoduh · 1 year

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Baby fever

word count: 2492

CW: Breeding kink, cursing, oral (Femal receiving)

AN: Hey guys I’ve been gone but im excited to release this. I suddenly had muse at like 3 Am and want to start being active more so ill be posting more headcanons and getting fics out when im not busy. Feel free to send headcanons or even small prompts would really like to interact with mutuals again. Anywho enjoy

Touya had never thought about having kids. There was nothing that was in him that had ever made the male wonder or dream of having kids of his own. Between his family trauma and the fact his quirk was one he wouldn't wish on to anyone (besides his father). He feared he would be just as good of a father compared to his father, which was like saying he'd be the best at being the damn worst. With the same rage, stubbornness and passion that endeavor carried through his veins being in his there wasn't any guarantee that his child wouldn’t face the same amount of neglect or abuse he faced as a child . Then when it came to his quirk, he knew his own fucking body couldn’t handle his quirk. He knew for sure that a child that had the chance of gaining a much more powerful fire quirk and his weak frozen body, he’d be putting a death sentence on that's child's back even before birth If it was up to him the todoroki bloodline would be put to an end with his siblings.

Sadly he had no control in that seeing he sat face to face with his nephew that you had been babysitting for the weekend. Natsuo had asked if you two would be willing to watch his son for him and his wife. Touya could still remember how unsure his brother was when he asked him. He was positive that had the same matching looks on their faces as he held the babbling baby in his arms. Touya was reluctant of course when he asked. Plus he was positive he was only asking him due to Fuyumi being out of town for vacation and Shoto being too busy with her0 work. He couldn’t muster up any words and could feel as his nerves would boil over any second. That was until he felt your hand on his shoulder that instantly felt himself cool down .

“Of course we will,” you said cheerfully with a smile ever so bright .

You hadn’t told Touya but you had been going through baby fever heavily . You found yourself looking in the baby aisle more than usual as you did your daily errands. You also have been going over that baby list of names and even scrolling through cute family tiktoks that could only make you imagine having a family with Touya. Sadly you knew about his past and what he had been through. As much as you were ready for a baby you understood his stance on children and you wouldn't push your want for a family onto the male. You respected him and accepted that at the moment your two cats would be just enough for the both of you right now.

Touya would agree with you also, up until this weekend. At first he had decided that he would have as little interaction with the child as possibly. It at first sounded like an easy task,but once he realized that you would be using this time to have as much fun with the child. If he wanted anytime with you, he was going to have to be with the baby. Nothing about the baby had given him the idea that he wanted his own. Especially with the fact he had cried for over an hour once his parents left. If anything he was sure it would be the best birth control that you guys had ever had. Then you had managed to calm the baby down and that had begun to ignite the spark in him that made him crave to put his own kid in you. Watching as you rock as you rock the small baby as it rested its head against your chest was an image he did not know he needed to see. He could only think about how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how beautiful you would look with his own child in your arms. From there that spark in him only grew more as the days carried on. While you cured your fever by playing with the child, feeding and caring for him it had seemed that this baby loving illness was contagious because Touya was positive that he had come down with a case of it and there was only one way it could be cured for him. By the end of Saturday night Touya had easily fallen into a domestic role. He took the time to do your guy’s typical household chores such as the laundry or cooking dinner for you guys . He also gave you chances to relax as he fed the baby or rocked him to sleep. Of course after he let you show him he would hurt the small human in his arm. It was as if you guys had been playing house all weekend,but sadly the fun was coming to an end .

He watched as the child giggled and smiled reaching out for him, a new sound that made his chest warmer than any fire that he had ever weld in him. “You know you weren't so bad,” he said, picking up the child from the floor where he was originally playing. “How would you like a little cousin?” he asked the small child as he tickled the boy who erupted into a fit of giggles that were only stopped once the door bell rung causing you to quickly move from your bedroom where you where getting the baby’s things together (plus a little extra things you guys had bought when you guys took them shopping with you). “Hey, Natsuo ,” you said as you quickly answered the door with the baby bag on your shoulder. “ I knew you'd be here soon.” You guys chatted a bit before he asked how the weekend went knowing that watching a kid could be a handful. His worry had been dismissed once his older brother came in his view with his son who had the same striking white hair as the two of them. “It was alright, this little stinker is welcomed any time,” Touya spoke, giving the baby a smile just as bright as the one on the smallest Todoroki’s face. It was a pleasant surprise for all of you.

After your guy’s goodbyes and coming back anytime was given the house fell into a peaceful silence for you. Only you. Touya was doing his best to get over the emptiness within the house,but he couldn't shake the need to want to have a child with you. Later that night you and Touya decided to cuddle and watch a movie wanting to make up for the lack of solo cuddles you guys had gotten. While your mind was focused on the movie that played on your bedroom tv Touya seemed to have other plans for you guys . His soft lips found the skin on your neck as he gently placed kisses against it before leaving each kiss with a playful nip at your skin. As his hands began to wander under the hem of your shirt you couldn't help but to hum from his touch. He always knew your body. Where to touch, how to touch and exactly to make you want him more than you typically control.

He rolled you over on you back easily pulling his shirt that your smaller form swam in over your head being glad to see you opted for no bra and just a beautiful blue thong that contrasted against your melanated skin that had him and his dick practically drooling for you before he could even get to touch you the way he wanted. “Fuck your gorgeous doll,” he said softly before pecking a kiss to your lips, going back kissing your now warm skin. You hadn't expected this attention from him but god you were not going to turn him down for a second. You watched as he trailed his fiery intense kisses down your body. Each one leaving a marking of love that made your body look like an art piece that was covered with every inch of passion the male had in his body for you that made him feel like an artist. Once he reached your soaked cover pussy he couldn’t help, but top lap up a taste through your panties with kisses following right behind them.

“Touya,” You gasped as your hips bucked, wanting more friction. Hating that he wouldn’t just take the stupid thong off of you. It wasn’t usual for him to move slow and take his time with you, but he sure as hell was going to tonight.

“Just relax for me baby, let me take my time,” he said softly as he sat up to take off his own shirt leaving him in his boxers before finally relieving you from the drenched fabric.

He couldn't stop himself from spreading your folds watching how your sticky lust connected them together. Touya was sure he had died and went to heaven at the sight. He rubbed slow circles against your clit watching as you clench around nothing just begging for more. You were sure he was going to ignore how you whined for him to give you more before you heard the sound of him collecting saliva in his mouth as spitting on your pussy the easily meeting your eyes as he lapped it back up then eating you like his dinner he had wasn't enough to settle his hunger. He needed dessert. It was hard to control the way you squirmed under his touch with how he didn't seem to let up against you. Switching between sucked your clit, small kitten licks that had you melting into the mattress and fucking you with his tongue. He gripped you thighs wanting to keep you close as he got lost in the taste of you. It would explain how he didn't hear you first say his name.

“Please, I-I need to… fuck , “ moans slipped past your lips as your head fell back into your pillow before feeling a harsh smack against your thigh causing him to gain your attention back as you whimpered.

“You wanna cum? Then you’ll keep those pretty brown eyes on me doll.”

With ease he went back to eating you watching you just as intensely as he tasted every inch of you. He always loved how you came undone right in front of him. The sound of your moans made him believe the heavens gave you the voice of the most beautiful angel that had. He wished he could hear it every second of the day. Once you finished he looked at you standing taking in the sight of you. The lust filled look in your eyes that had your pupils blown with the combination of thin layer or sweat that made your body glisten like gold as your juice continued to leak from you made his mind race. In that moment the image of you round with his spawn made his chest swell. He was going to make you a mom, you were going to have his baby and hell he was going to be the best goddamn father/ husband he could be. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was the sight of you getting on your knees reaching for the hem of his boxers before he took a hold of your wrist.

“Wanna make daddy feel good too,” You said licking your lips as seduction fell into your words.

Any other night he would love to see your full lips wrapped around him as his tip hit the back of his throat, but tonight he had a goal in mind.

“Not tonight baby, you just let me take care of you tonight ok,”he said softly before kissing your forehead. Something soft was brought out in him and you didn't have time to figure out what it was as he laid you back down. He removed his boxers leaving you both naked as his dick sprung out. Tip red and angry while dripping with his arousal, you licked your lips with anticipation as he pumped himself a few times before folding you in half in a mating press letting you legs rest on his shoulders. With you prepared properly and your pussy having been fucked to fit him over the few years he was easily able to fit. He didn’t take a second to wait to fuck you. The sound of how sloppy your pussy dripped for him was enough to encourage him to carry out fucking his baby into you.

Long deep strokes made you gasp with sweet moans leaving in between. You loved feeling with each thrust how his tip kissed your cervix. All you could do was beg for him more and more as your arms wrapped around his neck. He leaned down placing hot kisses into your neck as he found his thrust picking up with each second he felt you clench around him. He couldn’t control himself anymore as his mind was only focused on the feeling of you and the thought of giving you a baby.

“God you're going to be such a pretty mommy,” he rasped as he slammed deeper into you. “I’m going to fill this sloppy pussy over and over tonight until you're so full with my cum.”

His words earned a whine from you before you found your fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it to make him look at you .

“Cum in me Touya,” you begged as you looked at him with soft eyes. “I want to have you baby, please give me a baby. I’ll be a good mommy.”

Between your words, your cheeks stained with tears of pleasure and how easily you were taking him, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. After a few more thrust that became sloppy with each second you both finished together causing you both to cry out each other's names.

He pulled out looking down at you taking in your after sex beauty as his eyes traveled over you before seeing how his seed dripped out of you. He watch proudly as he used his finger to take the mixture of you pushing it back inside wanting to be sure you didn't lose a drop before placing a kiss against your clit.

“I love you doll,” he said softly looking back to your eyes knowing this was a big next step for you guys.

“I love you too,” you said just as gently.

Just like he promised Touya spent the rest of your night fucking you into the sheets to be sure you were filled with him. For the next few days Touya was happily showing you the same amount of attention. It was a month later that the two of you had found out your non-stop loving had accomplished exactly what he wanted.

You were going to have a baby.

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7inaa · 1 year

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dabi hours ??!!?!!!?i need dabi to sneak through my window being all needy and asking for a hug but in a way that doesn’t come across as needy but you guys both know he really misses you and home life is becoming too much for him and your literally his peace-

“what no hug, aren’t you excited to see me baby?” spoken through his lazy grin AHHHHHH

yea dabi hours

#dabi imagine #x black reader #vinathots #vinawrites #entering my dabi phase again #touya todoroki #dabi drabble #dabi x black reader #dabi x reader

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wild-flower1 · 5 months

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Dabi x Black reader x hawks pt 2

Dabi x black reader x hawks pt 1

The next few weeks you didn't see hawks, but you did continuously see someone else. Ever since you witness that incident, they were always lurking in the shadows, clearly following you around, stalking your every footstep.

You felt uneasy and unsafe; you had your house on lock down. You paced around your room looking for your other heel. You knew going out wasn't a good idea, but you needed some way to actually relax instead of being cooped up in your house; binge watching a bunch of shows until 5 Am. A habit you've been trying to break.

Anyway, you continued to get ready. Finishing up your makeup and grabbing your purse. You waited for your friend to text you.

Despite the uneasy feeling you decided to go out to a party with some friends to ease your nerves.

Maybe you'll feel safer in a small crowd of people.

A couple of minutes later and your friend is outside waiting for you.

Opening the door, you give your friend a puzzled look. You look behind them but don't see their car. "Where's your car?" your friend rolls their eyes, "We're walking to the party it's close to your house, two blocks down the road to be exact." Your friend hands you a pocketknife before could speak.

You close and lock your door, double checking everything before leaving.

As you and your friend walked you couldn't help the uneasy feeling slowly coming back.

You sat at the bar watching everyone dance, grind and making out.

You aren't really a hard drinker, mostly being a wine drinking kind of gal but there were rare moments you'd drink a bunch. Unfortunately, you felt too uneasy to drink your worries away like you usually would when life got tough.

But you don't mind that much, considering you'll be walking home alone since the friend you came with will be driving the others home; being too drunk or high out of their minds they won't be able to even walk straight let alone drive.

you excuse yourself from a conversation with someone and walk outside. Breathing in some fresh air. Your about text your friend to let her know your leaving early, when your hea-

BOOM! BOOM!

You fall to the ground as your ears ring and vision blurry, you look around for your friends, but you can barely see with all the smoke, dirt and debris everywhere. You try to get up but fall back down as a surge of pain shoots through your leg.

You hiss as you push the debris off your leg.

"Y/N!"

someone's voice rings through your ears. you tried your best to stay awake, but you pass out. The blaring of sirens was the last thing you heard.

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Hawks paced around the waiting room, "Calm down! Y/n is fine. They just need time to rest from surgery." Mirko quietly yells at him. Hawks stopped in his tracks and looked at Mirko, giving her an annoyed look. "I know that! but it's my fault." Hawks sits in a seat next Mirko, "He's targeting them" Hawks whispered. The Bunny Hero rolled her eyes "When is he not targeting people."

Before the two heroes could finish their conversation, a nurse walked over.

"Are you two Y/n's family?" Hawks quickly stood up "no, they live far away from their family. their family won't be here for another hour" The nurse nodded "they're in room 104, in Wing B"

The nurse walked away as the two heroes grabbed their things. Mirko and Hawks enter the room.

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Sorry, this is short, but I'll be working on part 3 tomorrow. Hopefully you guys are happy with this part 2. I'll make sure future parts are much longer. I just needed to get a part two out there since it's been a while since I uploaded the first part.

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captaindsina · 2 years

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So I had this thought a while ago where I was just thinking of Touya and how if he fell in love he would literally love so HARD. Keep in mind I write with a black reader in my mind. If you have a problem with that I ask you to keep it yourself and keep it moving. I thought I would have more to say but....

Introducing my first work on this blog...

Touya Todoroki x afab reader (still gn, reader just has a uterus)

Word Count: 613 (I'll write more in the future this is just a lil sum sum I got encouraged to write)

"Shit- that hurt" you say after stubbing your toe into a chair that was awkwardly out of place.

"Y/n you okay?" Touya says sprinting towards you making sure you're okay and all in one piece.

"Yeah I just hit my toe hard as hell on this chair...." but before you can continue speaking your words get cut off "Touya why the hell did you do that?"

"You said you hit your toe on this chair so I helped fix your problem" he says standing over the pile of ash while shrugging.

"That didn't mean destroy it dumbass" you say reaching for the broom but before you can Touya grabs it.

"Nope you are not lifting a single finger. I said this when you told me you were pregnant"

"Yeah but I can still move around. My bump isn't even too big yet"

"Yet. You need to save up all the energy you have. Cause pretty soon" he crouches down and speaks to your stomach "our little munchkin is going to eat all that up and then we're going to wreak absolute havoc, aren't we little buddy?"

"Do not give our child bad ideas. You're enough of a headache already"

"Can you say that again for me?" He says still crouching down hugging you with his face against your stomach.

"Say what?"

"What you just said love"

" 'Do not give our child bad ideas. You're enough of a headache already' That?" you feel his body warm up against yours and see him grinning against your tummy with his eyes closed.

"I love when you say that, 'our child'. It sounds so nice. God I love you" he says saying the last part quietly.

You feel your stomach begin to bubble and heart throb in your chest. "Babe...you're going to make me cry" you say pouting.

He sits up quickly "why? I didn't hurt you did I?" the warm sensation of his body wrapped around you quickly leave you but just as quick you grab the sides of his face and pull him into a kiss. A tear slowly finds its way out of your eyes and down your cheek coming in between your lips. He wraps his arms back around your body pulling you in deeper. He pulls his lips away to wipe your tear off your face.

"I love you so much. I hope you know that" you say stroking his face with your thumb with a small smile on your lips. He leans back in and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I love you too."

You could stay this way forever bodies wrapped into each others while staring at each other with so much love in between you two. You feel warm. You feel loved. You feel...happy and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world

Reluctantly pulling away, you turn away hiding your face from Touya wiping tears out of your eyes. "What's for dinner babe?" Despite your tears there's a smile on your lips.

He turns you around wiping your tears from your face. "How about we go out tonight to our favorite food truck and then that ice cream spot by the beach?"

"Sounds like a plan. Let me put on my shoes so we can go" you smile up at him with a derpy and doughy looking smile- one that makes Touya melt into a puddle- and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

As you walk away into your shared bedroom all Touya can see, smell, and hear is you. You're his ball of light; his love, and he would do anything to keep you with him even if it meant setting the world ablaze or jumping into a pit of fire, he would do it.

#touya fluff #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #touya x reader #dabi x black reader #dabi x black!reader #touya x black reader #touya x black!reader #touya todoroki x black reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki fluff #my first mini-story after not posting any content on this account at all💚💚

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Hades and Persephone/Greek Mythology AU but make it MHA 🤔

Touya Todoroki “tricked” by his younger brother Shoto into a life of seclusion in the underworld while he ruled at Olympus. Even their brother Natsuo—a lesser god with unimpressive abilities—was granted the sea and sunshine. Shrines were built in their honor and reverence for them spanned through the land while Touya was regarded as vile and dangerous. Shoto had deceived him, said that there’d be great honor in governing the land below while guarding his father, Endeavor, and the other titans that fought alongside him—when there was nothing but desolate waste and bleak emptiness. The cunning King of the Underworld that only received prayers of mercy when souls boarded the ferry, begging that “oh great Lord ‘Dabi’” would grant them passage to beyond lest they be damned to float in the River Styx for eternity. He understood their desperation.

Eternity is a long time indeed. Doomed to wander aimlessly with no hope of light. Until one day a foolish girl with a bright smile bites off more than she can chew 🖤

#teaser 🖤#mha fantasy au #dabi x chubby reader #dabi x black reader #touya is dabi #mha x black reader #dabi smut #dabi fluff #dabi angst #potential series 🤭#shall we continue?

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 1 year

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READER IS BLK CODED AND AFAB Dabi is fucking annoyed with your moisturization routine

He does not understand why you have all these different cremes, lotions, salves, whatever the fucked the whipped butter shit is. He doesn’t get it but he tolerates doing your shit with you. Even your smelly, fru fru shit. On occasion he will buy you some but not very often. He isn’t trying to encourage you too much. The last time he did you went out and bought snail slime extract to help with his burned skin. Snail Slime Extract. After that bottle was done, he never let you buy another. He will try many things like that disgustingly made yet deliciously flavored civet coffee. He does enjoy the lotion gloves that the both of you own. He loves how silky his palms feel after use. And your hands feel like satin on his flesh after a round with them. He might also enjoy all the rubs he gets as you insist that he take part as his skin “Could use all the help it can get. Keep on like this and you gonna be ashier than Shiggy, ya hear?” Shigaraki is amused at your concern for his well-being. Dabi is still trying to figure out what the fuck Ashy means. He knows he can’t say it but you keep calling him an ashy ass mf’er so whatever it is must be bad. So, Lotion, body whips, butter and whatever else it is! Bonus! He bought special oils to use on your skin type. He wants you to feel special and pampered without being overt about it. He just shows up at your place one day, demands you lay down nekkid and begins to rub you down. Shit feels good. And don’t you know it? Those oils are dual purpose! He gets to feeling frisky when he gets to your ass and mentions this to you. 10/10 def would use those oils again.

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nasty-quillz · 2 years

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Nut Videos vs. Dick Pics: Dabi

AO3

tags: Dom/sub, dirty talk, talk of non-consensual nudes

summary: The result of a poll, because I couldn't decide between Dabi or Tomura

The young men of the League don't understand the appeal to Nut Videos.

“So what good are they if they “Don’t do anything for you”?”

“I don’t know, you guys are the ones that send them.”

You walk out into the common area of the latest of the League’s bases confused, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “What are y’all arguing ‘bout now?”

You stand there staring at the group before you. Spinner and Magne are sitting in front of a TV, controller’s forgotten in their laps. Toga’s sitting upside down in the grey arm chair to the left, somehow managing to paint her nails.

On the floor next to her, sat Dabi, leaning his head back next to her and across from them sat Tomura, legs folded in his loveseat, Switch in hand.

Toga smiled manically before answering.

“Dick pics!”

Magne and Spinner nod sagely, at the same time that Tomura and Dabi scoff.

You look at them, before shaking your head and going to leave.

“Wait Big Sis!” Toga almost falls out of her seat in her flailing. “Can you please explain to the men that dick pics are lame,” she says as she side eyes Spinner.

Pinching your brow, you take a deep breath. “Where are the rest of the adults?” you mumble under your breath wishing any of the tree older members were present to derail this ridiculous conversation.

Steeling the nerves you knew were about to get jumped on, you look back up. “Explain.”

The excitement in Toga’s eyes brightened and she quickly fixed herself to upright. “So the creepy older barista at the cat cafe I frequent, slipped me his number. And I message him, thinking he might have some yummy blood to steal-”

“She hit him up at like 3 AM. I tried to explain to her that those are Horny Hours.” Spinner cut in with a groan.

Toga, haphazardly threw a knife in his direction, before continuing. “After some super stale small talk, he just sent me a dick pic!” Her face was awash with disgust and irritation.

You nodded zenly. “Cool, so we gonna go beat the shit outta him.” Magne shook her head.

“Already way ahead of you. Got Toga a good blood supply to last a while too.”

You nodded. “Cool, wish y’all included me, but go off.”

Toga grins. “You can come on the next one Big Sis!” You shake your head in fake exasperation.

“So y’all are arguing about him?” You ask ready to cuss every male present out, if they are indeed on that fuck shit.

“No, we were arguing about if dick pics are sexy to women or not,” Spinner says sagely, folding his arms next to Magne.

“Oh. Oh fuck no, they aren’t.” You say with a tone as if it were obvious.

The men folk seem to take offense to that.

Dabi is the one who keeps the conversation going. “But women send nudes, so what’s the difference in appeal?”

Your roll dark eyes looking at the flame user. “Well first of all y’all are usually very vocal about wantin’ some nasty shit to be sent to you in the middle of the day, so there’s the enthusiastic consent that happens wit that.” Tomura and Spinner have the decency to look a little embarrassed, while Dabi…

Dabi sat on the floor, smirking up at you.

You glare at him annoyed. “Got something to add, TeeTee?”

His jaw ticks in irritation at the name, but he looks at you grinning crookedly.

“I don’t know, I’ve gotten some pretty enthusiastic replies.” He manages a roguish smile. “Haven’t had any complaints either.

Scoffing you shake your head, “If you're referring to sexting, we literally don’t even be tryin’ half the time. Hell, I did that shit in the middle of cooking last week. You niggas be sprung.”

You make your way across the room to the kitchen to get yourself something to snack on.

Dabi wasn’t letting up though.

“So continue telling us the difference then. If y’all don’t really fuck with dick pics, then what do you fuck with?” The challenge in his voice is clear. He doesn’t think you’ll actually answer him. Thinks you’ll back down from a challenge.

Little does he know, he’s played himself.

“Tuh-huh, nut videos.” You say, not missing a beat, looking through the cabinet. Somewhere behind you Tomura chokes on his water. The silence from Dabi felt like victory.

“What did she sayyyy?” Turning to Spinner you saw green scales flush purple.

One hand rests on your hip as you turn around, popsicle in hand.

“Nut videos. More specifically moaning nut videos. That shit hit different . Like…” The League watches as you get this far off look on your face, before coming back to yourself.

You look at the men of your group and they all seem to have crossed their legs while Toga and Magne are giggling behind their hands.

You hold back your grin at their discomfort. “Does that answer your question Dabi?”

The tops of the younger man’s cheeks are pink as he shifts his legs awkwardly. “ So you’re telling me women want videos of men jerking off? To-to what? Porn?”

He tries to keep his voice even, but you can hear the embarrassed astonishment in his voice.

You laugh as you look at the lost look on his face. It’s a dark low thing that seems to make all three villains shift where they sit. Their cheeks grow darker and your laughter pitters off, before you speak.

“Oh you poor sweet summer child.” You shake your head as him, tsking patronizingly. “Any man who gets the privilege of my attention, is already well trained to know what I’m tryna see.” A slow smile spreads across your face as your eyes track across the blushing men, only to stop on Dabi.

“B-But what’s the point?!” Tomura’s pale scared face, was flushed an attractive red as stuttered out his question. His head was turned away as if he was trying to act nonchalant, but he was scratching his neck in that agitated way.

The grin on your face grew sinister, sending a shiver down the men’s spines.

“Well personally it’s the power of it all. I mean who wouldn’t enjoy someone being so desperate for them that they can’t even keep it in their pants, before they’re touching themselves and recording it just to show you what you do to them?” You made a noise like you tasted something delicious and you watched Dabi, dig his fingers into his thigh and his dick jump in his sweatpants.

You give Dabi a quick heated look, that has his face darkening, before turning on your heel and heading back to your room.

“But ya know that’s just my preference. Anyway I have raids to win, bye!” You scamper back to your room, having sewn your chaos for the night.

“Thanks Sis!” Magne and Toga call after you.

Dabi stared at the ceiling of his room as he laid spread out on the bed. His mind couldn’t forget the topic of conversation earlier that night.

Sitting there listen to you explain the personal appeal of nut videos was a special kind of torture. He’d sat there the rest of the night, watching the rest of the League cycle through video games, half hard in his sweats. His mind, repeating your words.

As soon as Toga’s “Family Night” was over he’d come back here to take care of himself.

Only he couldn’t seem to get in the mood, because all he could hear was the sound of your game through his wall.

His phone lay next to him, playing some generic porn as he stared disparagingly at the ceiling.

He closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind, but all he can hear is your voice drifting through the walls.

“Oh yeah I was a little late. My...lil sis wanted to torment our roommates. Had to explain to them that nut videos were better than dick pics.”

More clicking buttons. “Yo I’m over by the graveyard, need assistance!” More silence.

“Yeah, I think I got my point across. The look the cute one had on his face was something I wouldn’t mind seeing more often.” Another pause as the clacking of the joystick took up the room.

The Grungy Emo cute one. Yeah, that's the one wit da piercings- woah! Oh fuck, someone come heal me, I got trapped by one of the tanks.”

Dabi’s eyes burst open. She thinks I’m cute ? ‘

“Yeah thanks fam, just keep moving to the checkpoint.”

“How should I know if his dick is pierced?! Jeez you buncha thots.” Seemingly angry button clicking now. “Yeah I’m gonna ask my hotter than burning, mildly surly roommate to send me a nut video-It doesn’t matter if I wouldn’t object!”

To say Dabi was shocked was an understatement.

Here he lay, now fully hard in his briefs listening to you talk to your friends about how hot he was.

How you wanted to watch him jerk off until he came all over scarred hands.

His hands were pushing his briefs down, before he knew what was happening. Hick dick slapped against the flat of his scarred stomach, beading pre-come at the tip.

He gently runs his fingers up the ladder of barbells spanning his length, as he listens to your voice through the walls.

Dabi let his hands stroke up and down, moaning softly as more pre dribbles out and starts to slick his hand.

“F-fuck yeah.” He listened intently. Hoping to hear even a small detail on your attraction to him.

“Huh? Oh fuck y’all I gotta take this...Nah I’ll be able to concentrate just fine. I’ll just mute my mic.”

Dabi snorts, but lets himself listen to the cadence of your voice as it mixes with the low moans coming from his phone.

“Hey Hunny, you’ve been good for me?” The purr in your voice was foreign to him. “Oh yeah? Lemme see.”

Silence stretched a moment before he heard you again. “Oh that’s hot Hunny. You that hard just for me?”

Dabi damn near swallows his tongue at your words. He most definitely hadn’t been expecting that.

“Mmm, look at how desperately you stroke that fat dick for me, Sweetheart. So damn sexy.”

Dabi groaned low in his throat. You were on some kind of video call watching someone jerk off and it sounded like it wasn’t the first time.

“That’s my good boy, stroke it ‘til it’s messy. Let me see that pre drip Hunny.”

Dabi choked back a moan as he let his fingers trail up the ladder of piercing trailing the length of his dick, as he reached with his free hand to stop the video from playing to hear you better.

Shit he wished you’d talk to him like that.

His hand swiped over his hard flesh as he let himself fall into the fantasy you were talking to him.

“Look at how flushed my favorite toy is, it's so pretty. Is it because you haven’t come in a month Hun? I hafta say if this is the result I might make you edge yourself for a month again.”

There was a length of silence. Dabi assumed it was the guy you had on the phone, speaking.

“Oh my sweet boy. I’d kiss you all over. Leave my mark all over that beautiful skin.”

Dabi tries not to wince at that. She’d never be able to say that about him.

“You think I care about some burn scars? Oh honey if only you knew.”

The villain’s breath catches in his throat, trying desperately not to think of what that could’ve meant.

“I’ll bite and suck hickies into all that beautiful skin, Baby. Wouldn’t you like that? Wearing my marks across all that pretty skin? Looks like you do from the way you're leaking babe.”

Dabi let the hot heady feeling bubbling from deep down envelope him. It was near consuming.

His mind focused on your words. He could picture your soft brown lips running over the unblemished skin of his body. The dark purpling marks left by harsh teeth and tongue marking him up as yours .

“Fuck Y/N.” He whines out as the fantasy takes him.

“That’s it Hunny, say my fuckin’ name while you stroke that pretty dick.”

His hand speeds up on his cock, pretending that you responded.

“Look at how heavy those balls are, are they full for me?”

Black hair sways as he nods and his other hand fondles his own balls.

“Ooh look at them draw up like that. They look ready to spill all that hot come all over you Baby boy. Hmm bet you'll be pretty all messy.”

He grunts, swearing. “Fuck wanna be pretty for you, Y/N. Just ask and I’ll be anything-”

He’s cut off by your voice again.

“Yeah Baby, that’s it. Nut for me Hunny, wanna see you buss all over those pretty hands.”

Dabi moans at your words and damn near loses it right along with whoever you’re talking to. He circles his finger and thumb around the base of his dick last minute.

He’s breathing raggedly, but still listening to the lulling tone of your voice.

“That’s it, good boy. That’s what I wanna see. Spurt all the messy nut Baby.”

Dabi bit back his groan and shut his eyes. When he opened them again they fell on his phone sitting next to spread legs.

A shaky hand he grabs for it and unlocks it. Immediately he opens the camera and switches the camera.

With a shaky breath he presses record and starts stroking himself again.

Dabi lets himself relax into the heat of his palm, stroking up and down his dick.

He lets out moan after moan, watching himself through the camera as his dick leaks dribbles of pre-come.

Pre falls from his tip in thick white strands, staining black sheets and his phone catches it all.

“Fuck Y/N, wanna wear your marks.” The sound of him stroking grew louder as more pre coated his dick.

His mind filled with the muffled sound of your voice praising your anonymous caller. The thought of you praising him caused heat to erupt across his skin. The hot pulling feeling building in the pit of his stomach.

A scarred hand caresses his length as he whines your name. His voice breaks and fills the room around him, distracting him from anything else.

Dabi pictures himself under the desk of your gaming setup. Imagines kneeling under it, fisting his dick, while you sit there refusing to touch him. He can see you with your legs spread wide, the seat of your panties clinging to the juicy lips of your pussy.

He could imagine sitting there being taunted with what you wouldn’t let him have.

How’d you make him play with his weeping cock as he nuzzled into the dark skin of your thighs.

If he concentrated hard enough, Dabi could smell the soft scent of shea butter as he imagined it mixing with the unmistakable scent of pussy.

Dabi would press his face into the wet crotch of your panties. Let his tongue lap at wet fragrant fabric, chasing what he knew would be the best pussy he’d ever taste.

He could hear you so clearly.

“That’s my Baby. Ooh look at how you drip for me. Such a slut and just from licking and sucking my juices from my panties?”

The heat was coiling tight now. Deep in his belly, knotting up, ready to burst. He nodded to your imaginary words.

“Wanna lick you out. Let me-Oh gods lemme eat it.”

It was there in his mind's eye, your pussy. How gorgeous and wet it would be. Engorged and gushy, just waiting to be eaten.

“Wanna drown in it, Y/N. Wanna feel your cunt quiver on my tongue~” He voice was going high, breathless. He whined knowing he was close.

He thought back to how you demanded the faceless stranger finish. How filthy your voice sounded through the paper thin walls.

“Nut for me Hunny, wanna see you buss all over those pretty hands.”

Dabi let out a ready whine as the coiling he in his core erupted. Hot come shot out across the sheets and covered his hand. It spurted from the flushed tip of his cock and ran down the ladder of piercings spanning his shaft.

“Oh ooh shit, Y/N- Yesyesyes!”

Dabi milked himself dry as he collapsed back into pillows. He found the strength to end the recording and let himself bask in his afterglow.

He breathed easy as he listened to you through your wall, clearly having returned to your game.

“Oh shit shit shit! Move that’s a Witch! Fuck I’m down. Someone please heal me.”

Letting the relaxing sound of your voice soothe him, he turned his attention to his phone and opened your message strand. Not letting doubt make him second guess himself. He clicked attachments and found the video immediately.

Clicking it, he hit send and threw his phone on the other side of the bed in a burst of embarrassment that he was really doing this.

He let his eyes fall shut and let the blessed grip of sleep take him.

“Making that nut video was most definitely better than taking a dick pic.”

You sat in your room, concentrated on the game displayed on your monitor. You were almost there! The raid was almost done and you and your homies were in the lead. You were in the middle of hunting for whoever was camping when your phone went off.

Crispy! Crispy bacon

Knowing Dabi’s notification tone, you grab your phone to see what your ornery crush could want, as you split your attention. You see he sent you some sort of video, and click play before letting your phone drop into your lap and returning your hand to the joystick.

You can’t hear all that well through your headset, until actual words are spoken.

“Fuck Y/N, wanna wear your marks.”

The controller falls from your hands as you get killed by the camper you finally found.

Agents of Seasoned Chaos: @endeavours-jockstrap @bookwormsenpai @ramenaddicted @risque-schadenfreude @namjoonswifeyy @tenyaiidasslut @thicksimpx @yes-i-am-a-sinner @pervysenpaix @plussizeficchick @sintiva @dabilovesme @dejwrites @headcannonxgalore @luna-indigoduh @xogabbiexo @chaoticevilbakugo @vixenpen @bl--ankhaeji @blkchxrryblyss

#Dabi x black reader #touya todoroki x black reader #bnha smut #mha smut #mha x black reader #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #black fanfic writer #cross posted on ao3 #black reader insert smut

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kryptid-quilz · 2 years

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MOVING ALL MY READER FICS TO A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT. THEY WILL ALL HAVE THE SAMES TITLES, BUT WILL BE MOVED TO A DIFFERENT AO3 AS WELL

#black fanfic writer #bnha smut #mha smut #black y/n #black reader inserts #black reader smut #bnha smut headcanons #dabi smut #mha smut headcanons #dabi x black reader #yandere asahi x black reader #yandere asahi #haikyuu smut

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mentallynotstable · 2 years

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the hurt of self betrayal

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kleftiko · 11 months

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❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

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sanrioluversincebirth · 2 years

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Dtm, black people are poc, and the fact that it keeps you up at night that someone may be reading fan fiction of a fictitious character is concerning, there are more problems we’re facing in real life as black people than this, come on now

My first question is, are you black? Until you answer that I’m not giving you a response. And tbh your not even worth my time if your going to be anonymous 🤭 stop Hiding, show who you really are 😉

Anyone want to bet this person is not black ? 💀

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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cw: breeding

dabi who practically explodes when you call him his real name while fucking. the revelation that it’s not just the villain you love - it’s all of him - the villain, the tortured child, the man who loves you - every part of him.

your mouth lets out a weak “touya” while he’s inside you and suddenly he loses all control - hips rutting ‘nd bucking into you like a dog. he practically cums on the spot, shaking and grunting loudly through a world-shattering orgasm.

then, he’s practically drooling; doing and saying anything to hear it drop from your lips.

“say it again, babygirl. c’mon, say my name.” he moans - dick as deep as it can go, before sliding out all the way to the tip and shoving back in, kissing your most plush, sensitive spot with every stroke.

“t-t-touya~” weakly rolls its way out of your lips as white cream from just before spills out of you onto the sheets below with every thrust.

“no, louder baby, c’mon… say it for me”

“t-touya-”

“that’s it. who’s making you feel good?”

“you are, touya~” you squeal, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs to push you further into a mating press.

“whose pussy is this, doll?”

“yours, touya. it’s j’st for you!”

“that’s right. all mine. and i’m the one you love right? i’m the whose baby you want - whose cum you need, aren’t i?” his blue eyes stare down at you in a mix of possessiveness, love, lust and desperation.

“yes. yes it’s you, touya - I love you, touya. want you, touya. want to have your baby, touya.”

dabi touya swears he’s never cum harder in his life.

#smut #touya x reader #touya todoroki #dabi #dabi x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #x poc reader #x black reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #mha x reader #kirby thirsts 😫💦#touya todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader

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chosaya · 7 months

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1-868-SPOOKTOBER FEST !

you’ve reached 1-868-SPOOKTOBER HOTLINE! where ghouls and werewolves to vampire bats lurk, good luck! try your best to survive…

welcome to kinktober

MURDEROUS MASQUERADE !

— demon toji x reader

synopsis : your invited to a halloween party but thing start getting unpleasant when your friends starts disappearing one by one?

kinks: overstim, bondage, semi public sex.

BLOOD HUNT !

— vampire geto x bounty hunter reader!

synopsis : your hired to get rid of a vampire terrorizing the streets, Geto was cursed many years ago forcing him to become a vampire for eternity..

kinks: mild(blood play), fingering, etc.

THE NEIGHBORHOOD STRIKER !

— ghostface dabi x neighbor! reader

synopsis: uh oh! your neighbor has been acting weird lately, you suspect him as the masked killer known as ghostface?

kinks: manhandling, pussy eating, fingering, etc, voyerism.

THE UNINTENTIONAL PACT !

— incubus choso x reader x incubus toji

synopsis: you accidentally summon two incubus now they won’t leave your home you tried everything to get rid of them which they tell you they only can leave if you fuck them?

Kinks : 3 some, manhandling, fingering, etc, pussy spanking.

@kazushawty @hoshigray @ryukenzz @zarihaaa @vampress7 @omgeto @hqkalon @luvfaries @littlemochabunni @suguruplsr @dprkento @marimogf @dgrymn

#★ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 #kinktober #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi todoroki x reader #choso x black!reader #choso x you #choso x reader smut #choso x y/n #choso x black y/n #dabi smut #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x you #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 9 months

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DRABBLE: YOU'RE THE CUTEST BIMBO HE'S EVER SEEN (18+) (MHA) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Idk...I like the bimbo shit. I might make a fic with a bimbo!reader one of these days. Btw, some of these drabbles are meant for chubby/plus-sized readers, but I'll just put that as a note. Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!HITOSHI - Note: Reader is Chubby

When he sees you for the first time, he is as intrigued as he is rock-hard the very moment he sees you in your little pink thong bikini.

He is down the shore with Denki after being forced to take a trip to get out of the sweltering, congested Tokyo heat for a while. Don’t get him wrong; a nice trip down the shore to get away from the villain activity and constant rush of the city is definitely a nice change of pace. But to walk around semi-naked people isn’t is idea of a relaxing vacation. It’s uncomfortable for him, walking around and seeing so many women with strings up their asses.

“You just need some company,” Denki said when Shinso voiced his concerns to his friend. “This place is swimming with plenty of pretty babes for the choosing, ‘Toshi! Who wouldn’t want to spend some time with the top underground hero in Japan?”

Though Denki's compliment works somewhat, Shinso isn’t concerned with meeting someone for a hookup. He isn’t even really interested in sex…until he meets you, at least. While Denki is busy trying to flirt with some girls standing by a hot dog stand, Shinso slinks away into a nearby trinket store. His eyes roam over the seashell fridge magnets and snow globes with the fake snow replaced with sand. He thinks about which gift would be good for Eri, his little sister, until his eyes land on you.

There you stand a few feet away at a shelf of trinkets, standing on your tip toes with one of your chunky arms outstretched. You’re trying to reach for a pink seashell-shaped purse on the top shelf, and though you know damn well you can’t reach it, you still try.

Shinso is no longer interested in checking out the store items now that he’s got a look at you. You’re the best thing in here, from your plump little frame to the pink clothes you wear…if you can even call them clothes.

You’re really wearing just a mesh pink cover-up dress with a hot pink bikini underneath. The bikini top ties around your neck and back, exposing your rolls, while the bottoms are stuck in between your luscious, plump asscheeks that all Shinso wants to do is shove his face in. While he’s still uncomfortable seeing you in a thong, it's a different kind of discomfort now. He can feel his cock chub against his shorts, uncomfortably so.

“Excuse me?” It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking to him because of how dazed he is from your ass. You’ve turned around to face him now, showing your front, and dear fuck, does he wish you wouldn’t have. He can now see how the bikini top barely covers your big, juicy breasts and how your tummy bulges slightly over the string waist of your thong. Your lips, kissable and soft, shin in pink, glittery gloss and your cute little fingernails and toenails are coated in pink paint. Everything about you is pink.

He decides that the color fits you especially well when you open your mouth to speak again. “I'm so sorry,” you giggle sheepishly, giving him a smile that feels like a punch in the gut, “but could you help me reach that bag up there?” You point one chunky hand up towards the top shelf. “I’m just too short to reach.”

Shinso blushes at the sound of your voice, so sweet and innocent-sounding. He wonders how you’d sound moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside of you. “Uh, sure,” he replies, his voice sounding dry and gravely. He can barely breathe. You excitedly clap your hands, thanking him profusely for his help. “I was so sure I’d end up tripping over these,” you giggle, pointing down at your pink sandal wedges. What a pretty princess, you are.

“It’s whatever,” Shinso deadpans as he walks over to you. “Wouldn’t want nothin’ to happen to those shoes.” He glances down at them. “Steve Madden, huh?” he asks, loving it when you flush shyly at his observation. “I had some extra money,” you confess. “So I splurged. But they’re cute, right?!”

‘So, so cute,’ he thinks, but he isn’t referring to the shoes one bit. When he steps beside you to reach for the bag, he catches a whiff of your body spray. It is sweet and delectable, like whipped cream or sugar. God, could you get any cuter? As if answering him, his cock throbs painfully in his shorts. He barely has to stand on his toes to reach the bag, causing you to cutely gasp at his height. “Wow!” you say, shocked. “You’re so tall! I’ve never met anyone as tall as you.”

Shinso chuckles when he grabs the bag and holds it out to you. “Well, now you have. And you’re welcome…” He trails off, wishing you’d take a hint and spill the space in with your name. He watches as you gulp and stare up at him with those big, doe-like eyes as you take the bag from him. When you do, your fingers brush against his, sending an electric shock through him as if Denki just used his quirk on him.

“T-Thank you,” you softly stutter. “And I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr…” You trail off too, cutely puckering your lips. “No Mr,” Shinso chuckles. “Just Shinso. Or Hitoshi. Whichever you want.”

You tap one painted nail against your chin thoughtfully. “Hit-o-shi,” you carefully pronounce. Shinso has to suppress a groan at the sight of your soft lips forming his name.

“Can I call you ‘Toshi?” you ask, hope in your eyes. And something more. Mischief, it looks like. Hitoshi’s interest reaches its peak when he realizes that there is a whole other side to you than the cute, innocent persona he’s seeing right now.

He copies your move and thoughtfully taps his finger against his chin, earning a sweet giggle from you. “Only if I can call you princess,” he replies smoothly. “And maybe buy you somethin’ to eat? I’ll admit that I’m not too familiar with the boardwalk though.”

You look rather shy from the pet name, but you don’t let that stop you from conversing more with him. “Is it your first time here?” you ask, gasping when he nods. “Oh, you’re gonna have so much fun! They have the best funnel cakes and pizza here! I’ll tell you what, ‘Toshi: I’ll treat you to food for doing such a good deed and helping me get my bag. Deal?”

You reach your hand out for him, peering up at him through your thick, doll-like lashes. All Shinso wants to do is fuck you silly while you look at him like that, but instead, he takes your hand, smirking at the way you bite your lip. “It’s a deal, princess,” he huskily says.

SHIGIRAKI - There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing to people. There’s just no way! Do you know what you’re doing to him?

These are the thoughts that run through Shiggy’s head when you step into the dimly-lit, crowded bar with Toga by your side. The two of you giggle to each other, looking like the best of friends in your little sundresses and tiny purses that hang off of your wrists. The only difference between you and Toma the combination of innocence and sexiness you seem to ooze.

Toga had said she was inviting a friend of hers to the annual bar hop adventures she, Shiggy, and half of the LOV always have at this exact bar. Dabi knows the guy so they get drinks half off and the cops aren’t called despite them being out and about in the city. He sits with Dabi, Mr. Compress, and Twice (who won’t shut the fuck up) now, a whiskey in his hand that he knows he’s going to need when you finally come up to greet him.

Shiggy was initially against Toga bringing a stranger into their activities. “What if she talks?” he hissed. “How can you be so sure she won’t blab to the police about us? How do you even know this girl?” Toga barely gave him a glance as she poured herself some juice in the kitchen in their lair. “She’s an old childhood friend of mine,” she explained. “And no, she’s not gonna talk because she hates cops and heroes. I promise you’ll love her! She’s got a wicked streak to her.”

When he sees you, he can’t tell what about you is so ‘wicked’. You look like the cutest package of candy in your short, pink sundress that barely covers your ass or your tits that jiggle enticingly. He doesn’t even think you’re wearing a bra. You paired the dress with some pink heels, a charm bracelet, and two high pigtails that he envisions yanking on while his cock is buried deep in your–

“Hey, guys!” Toga giggles when she finally makes it to the stools. Shiggy nearly jumps out of his skin, earning a low chuckle out of Dabi. “This is my friend, Y/N. The one from my childhood? I told you I was bringing her tonight, remember?” She gives you a toothy, excited grin, allowing you to introduce yourself further.

“Nice to meet you all,” you say in your sugary, sweet voice that washes over Shiggy. “I hope I’m not interrupting your night out, but Toga insisted I meet you all.” Twice is the first one to make an impression, hopping out of his seat to greet you. “Not at all!” he brightly chirps. “I’m Twice, by the way. This here is Dabi, Spinner, and Shiggy.”

Spinner gives you a nod while Dabi only glances and Shiggy glares at Twice. “Shigaraki,” he corrects his friend. Toga rolls her hazel eyes while you giggle to yourself. “Ignore him,” she sighs. "Come, sit right here with me! I’ll order us some drinks. Do you like those fruity ones?”

Eagerly, you nod, making you even cuter. You then turn to him, your big eyes stopping him short of breathing. “Um…is this seat taken?” you ask, pointing one red-painted nail at the empty stool. To anyone else, he would’ve said something smart, but he can’t even muster words with how soft your lips look and the sweet smell of your perfume filling his senses. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself. He’s never had any woman make him feel this way before. He thought these kinds of feelings were long gone.

He nods, earning a blinding smile from you as you take a seat. As you do, the hem of your dress rides up, revealing a sliver of thigh that has Shiggy’s cock throbbing uncomfortably in his sweats. From his right side, Dabi leans in towards him. “You’d better snag that before someone else does, Shig,” he teasingly whispers. “That someone bein’ me.”

Shiggy glances at his friend, irked at his attempt at pushing his buttons. He knows Dabi also has a thing for innocence; especially ruining it. He turns to you, already finding you looking at him. “You listen to Nine Inch Nails?” you ask, quiet excitement in your voice. Shiggy blinks, confused as to what you mean, until you point at his band shirt. “I like them too! Have you ever been to one of their shoes?”

It takes Shiggy some time to process words, but he doesn’t keep you waiting or questioning yourself. “Uh, yeah,” he replies. “Two years ago. You listen to metal like that?” His eyes graze over your outfit and your body, picturing you without clothes. “‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.”

You giggle, adorably scrunching you nose. “It doesn’t,” you agree, “but yeah! I’m into a lot of hard metal and rock, but not too much screamo. That doesn’t keep me out of Hot Topic though.” Shiggy smirks at your confession and nods down at his wrist. You look down, gasping at the spiked Hot Topic bracelet sitting there. “It’s like we’re one and the same,” you softly laugh, smiling at the bartender when he lowers your pretty, fruity drink down.

Shiggy watches you sip your drink, your gloss stain on the glass rim making him want to cum all over your mouth. “Are we really?” he asks, but not unkindly. He is actually very curious and interested in you. What is it about you that Toga likes?

He gets his answer when you turn to him, a mischievous, dark glint in your pretty eyes. Despite your cutesy appearance and pretty clothes, you now appear before him as someone else. Someone darker. “We could always find out,” you suggest, a slight purr in your voice. He doesn’t know if it’s an accident, but your knee slightly brushes his when you shift in your seat.

Those words are all Shiggy needs. After one too many drinks and the whole “getting to know you” shit, you find yourself underneath him in his bed, your legs up by your ears and your pretty, pink dress on his bedroom floor. Shuddery moans and grunts leave his lips every time he drives his cock into you again and again, his hands wrapped around your ankles. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me, slutty girl.”

You whine for him, your lipgloss smudged off of your lips and pretty breasts jiggling for him as he fucks you into the mattress. “It feels good!” you babble, your mascara smudged. “You feel so good, Shigaraki!”

“Tomura,” he grunts down to you. “Call me Tomura.” Realization clears in your dazed eyes and your pretty face splits into a smile before he swoops down to swirl his tongue with yours in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

A sudden bang comes from above the wall above your head where the headboard bangs against it. “Could you two shut the fuck up?” Dabi yells. “I’m tryin’ to sleep off this whiskey.”

“Yeah!” Toga agrees. “I brought my friend tonight to get to know you, Shiggy, but not like this! You’ll ruin her!” A light giggle leaves your lips as Shiggy continues to rock his hips into your wet, tight walls. You lean up, your sticky lips at his ear. “I’m already ruined,” you whisper. “Can you ruin me more, Tomura?”

Shiggy didn’t need you to repeat. The entire night he spent ruining you over and over again, covering you in his cum until the dawn. Now he thinks you could be an extra good addition to the LOV crew.

PRO!BAKUGOU - Note: Reader is Chubby

He could’ve blown his fucking load when Mina brings you along for mini golf one night.

It’s just an ordinary summer evening where he and the squad are playing mini golf and slurping down milkshakes before you show up. Initially, Bakugou is irked waiting for you and Mina to show up, hating when people are late. “Where the fuck are these two?” he huffs. “They’d better not be doin’ their hair or somethin’ ‘cause I’m gonna be pissed if they are.”

“You know how girls are, ‘Suki,” Kiri chuckles, watching Denki try to aim his ball at a hole surrounded by gnome and fairy statues. “Mina takes forever to do her makeup sometimes, but it’s all to look nice for us. I’d think her friend is doing the same thing.”

As if on cue, Sero announces their arrival from his seat. “Look!” he exclaims, a chocolate milkshake in his hand. “They’re here! And damn, does her friend look good.” Each boy turns to look at you and they can all agree. Especially Bakugou.

He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you strut up with Mina, arms hooked in one another’s. You’re wearing a low cut, white crop top with a push-up bra that make your breasts look immaculate and delicious and a tiny, pink tennis skirt that starts at the waistband of your pudgy stomach and stops right at the top of your thick, jiggly thighs. You paired this outfit with white Nike low tops and pink knee socks that make you look more innocent than the cute little smile on your face that gets wider the closer you get to him and the guys.

He can’t stop staring at you, especially when you get closer and he gets to drink in all of the other details to you––how short you are compared to him (you barely graze his chest!); the Fenty gloss on your plump lips; the tiny bow clip in your hair; the scent of fruit on your skin that makes him dizzy.

Are you fucking forreal? How are you going to show up like that as if it’s normal? Are you trying to tease him? Are you playing with him? Bakugou can’t help but be irrationally angry from how cute and sexy you are. How is it possible to be both cute and sexy? All he knows is that his dick knows the answer judging by how it’s pushing up against his briefs at the sight of you now.

Mina stops you right in front of him despite his raging hard-on. Just his fucking luck. “Fellas,” she says with a smile, “this is my friend, Y/N. We work together at my agency and she was just dying to meet you guys.”

You flush, becoming shy at Mina’s teasing. “C’mon, Mina,” you softly whine, bumping your hip with hers. God, what Bakugou wouldn’t give to feel those hips in his big hands! Would you let him? There’s no way you wouldn’t. Your short skirt says that you want his hands all over you.

“Oh, really?” Denki asks, raising a brow. He struts up to you, already putting on the charm. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he purrs, shaking your hand. “I’m Denki, by the way. You probably know me as Chargebolt.” He raises your hand to kiss it, but is stopped by Bakugou tossing a golf ball at his head. “Kill the flirting, perv,” he grumbles as Denki rubs his temple, glaring at him.

“Sorry about them,” Mina sighs, but you just giggle. Bakugou’s ears perk at the sound. “That’s Kirishima and Sero aka Red Riot and Cellophane.” Kiri gives you a friendly wave while Sero gives you a wink that Bakugou doesn’t particularly like either. “And Bakugou already made his grand introduction,” Mina sarcastically says.

You finally face him entirely and he sees your smile falter somewhat when your eyes land on his. Bakugou notices immediately. Do you not like what you see? Are you intimidated by him? He backs up to try and give you space, realizing how small you really are…small enough to break…small enough to toss around in a bedroom. His bedroom, preferably.

“Nice to meet all of you,” you sweetly say, though your eyes are still on him. “I'm exposing myself here, but I am a big fan of you guys! I’ve got all your posters and merch!” Everyone except Bakugou laughs at your cute little confession. “Oh, yeah?” Sero asks, raising a pierced brow. “So who’s your favorite hero, Y/N? It’s okay, you can tell us.”

He, Kiri and Denki look at you, interested despite your obvious shyness and discomfort. Even though Bakugou won’t admit it, even he is interested. Even so, he decides to come to your rescue, shocking every single one of his friends. “Ignore them,” he murmurs as he passes you a golf club. “You want next game or what?”

You stare up at him with those big eyes, looking shocked he’s even saying much to you. You wrap one hand around the golf club, giving him a look at your pink manicure. He can’t imagine how they’d look on his cock while you’re stroking it for him. “I would,” you say, “but I’m not much of a player. I wore the right outfit for it though!”

You swish your hips around in your pink skirt, making Bakugou’s cock even harder when he thinks he catches a glimpse of your inner thighs. “Show her, Katsuki!” Kiri shouts from the sidelines. “She is our guest, after all.” The redhead gives him a knowing wink which emits a growl from Bakugou.

“Whatever,” he huffs. Despite being pissed that his friends know he is whipped, he leads you over to one of the golf holes located up on a hill surrounded by wooden fans. You stand to the side, your tongue thoughtfully licking your bottom lip and giving him some awful thoughts about your mouth. “Am I doin’ it right?” you ask, even bending your knees though it’s still the incorrect form.

Bakugou nearly laughs at your cuteness. “Nah, but I’ll give you points for your eagerness. Want me to show you?” You peer at him from over your shoulder and nod. Without even realizing how this looks, he stands behind you, putting a good distance between his front and your back to avoid giving you a taste of his raging bulge.

“Stand with your hips square with your feet,” he explains, doing his best to not breathe in your shampoo. You do so before his hands cup yours over the golf club. “Take it back once, aim for the ball, and…” He helps you swing the club at the ball, your body twisting with his as you do. The ball goes soaring up the hill and into the hole, never missing.

From the sidelines, the gang applauded you. “I did it!” you excitedly shout, turning to him. “We did it!” You jump up and down, giving Bakugou a great view of your breasts jiggling and bouncing about. You’re not making this easy for him at all, especially with that pretty smile on your face. “And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you confess.

Bakugou scowls at you, confused. “Huh?”

You look down at your shoes, suddenly shy. “The guys asked me who my favorite hero was out of all of you,” you softly say. “And it’s you ‘cause you’re so sweet.” Bakugou’s brain short-circuits. Sweet. You think he's sweet! You, the sweetest little thing he’s ever met. Suddenly, the air between you changes to something more open and flirtatious. He wants to know everything about you now.

“Well,” he replies, a smirk on his lips, “maybe you can tell me more about how sweet I am over a milkshake?” You look up at him, excitement in your pretty eyes. “And over a phone call!” Denki calls from the sidelines. “Give her your number, dude!”

Bakugou swears if looks could kill, his friends would be dead by now. But he does, in fact, give you his number at the end of the night.

PRO!KIRI - Note: Reader is Chubby

‘Mine.’

That’s all he can think when he sees you for the first time at the gym. As soon as he sees you in your tight, pink sports bra and shorts that cup your shapely, plump ass so nicely, it’s a fucking wrap for him. You pop up on the treadmill next to him and he immediately notices despite him jogging. So far, he’s at five miles. Another five to go.

He knows he can’t be distracted by anything that will ruin his workout, but so far, the distraction is winning. You glance at him and offer a smile that makes your little cheeks and baby face even cuter. The sight of you nearly knocks the air out of him. He manages to smile back at you, trying his best to not seem menacing with his sharp teeth, but you don’t seem too disarmed.

He then pretends to go back to what he’s doing (working out), but all the while, he pays attention to your every move. He watches as one of your chunky fingers presses the buttons on the treadmill, your fingernail pained a glittery pink. Then you start walking along the moving convator belt, your high ponytail swishing behind you and reminding him of some very naughty things, like wrapping his fist in it while his cock is buried in the delectable pussy that he knows hides behind those shorts.

He’s admittedly never dated a woman of your size or shape before. Honestly, he hasn’t had too many girlfriends due to his demanding job as a pro hero. But looking at the way your breasts jiggle in your sports bra and your soft, chubby waist behind your shorts is making him think differently. Not to mention how short you are. He’s got a thing for short girls. Maybe it’s because of the whole protection thing. He likes feeling tall and big enough to protect his girl from everyone and everything, you? You definitely fit the bill.

These thought scare him slightly. Why is he pining after a whole stranger in a gym and thinking that you’re his? He’s eyeing you down like you’re a piece of food and he’s starving for it. He immediately turns away and blushes as red as his hair. ‘This is so unmanly,’ he thinks, criticizing himself for his behavior.

But goddamn, are you too fine! Most of the men in here seem to think so too. He notices their eyes crawling across your body, stopping on your ass and boobs. He glances at you worriedly, wondering if you notice it too. But you’re too busy singing along to the music in your pink AirPods, your voice making him crack a smile. You’re just too cute!

He doesn’t make his move on the first day though. He waits for about a month before he actually says something to you. Every time he comes in on the weekends, he does so on the same day at the same time hoping to see you. And he does. You strut in wearing your short, tight gym attire with your J’Adore Dior duffle bag, your ponytail bouncing. You greet each other with smiles before he watches you get into your workout, paying close attention to the way your body moves and any gym rats who may want to bother you.

The day he actually makes a move isn’t one he planned on. It’s a Saturday morning and he’s busy with his cool-down stretches, pretending not to be looking at you in the mirror squatting with a kettlebell between your chunky hands. His eyes marvel at your body, wondering how you’d feel in an embrace or underneath him. Those thoughts quickly dissipate though when someone walks up to you.

He is buff and about the same height as Kiri with tattoos and a muscle tee. Immediately, Kiri switches into protection mode and strains to hear your convo. “Hey,” the guy greets you. You pause with your workout, lowering the kettlebell down. “Hi,” you sweetly greet, giving him a smile. Kiri bristles. Those smiles are meant for him only!

“I’m Trent,” the guy says, offering his hand for a shake. You take it, still the sweetheart. “Y/N,” you introduce yourself. Kiri notices that Trent’s hand lingers a bit more than necessary before it drops from yours. “That’s some outfit, y’know,” he chuckles, leaning against one of the machines as he attempts to put the charm on.

“Thanks!” you giggle. “I bought this week. I just love pink. It’s such a pretty color.” Trent nods, his eyes trailing lustfully over your body in your tight one-piece unitard and cropped hoodie that stops just above your sternum. You don’t notice but Kiri does. “You know, I could always help you with this workout,” Trent suggests. "Help you get deeper into those squats.”

You blink at him, obviously confused. “Are you a trainer?” you ask innocently. Kiri feels his cock stir. God, you’re just too cute! Trent smirks down at you. “I can be that and more,” he purrs. “Here, let me get you a mat!”

“O-oh, that’s okay,” you protest. “I-I’m not–“ But he’s already moving to get you a mat and bends down to put it under your feet, eyeing your thighs and calves as he does so. You look so, so uncomfortable.’That’s it!’ Kiri thinks, irked to no end. He’s watched for long enough. He can't stop himself from rising to his feet and storming over to you and Trent, anger stirring within him.

When he stops near you, you’re the first one that sees him. He thinks he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile but he isn’t too sure. He stares down at Trent, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I think she said she’s fine, Trent,” he firmly says, practically spitting the guy’s name. “You should listen to her.”

Trent pauses and glares up at Kiri. “What do you care?” he scoffs. “So I suddenly can’t be a nice guy?” Kiri glares back at him, his red eyes sharp. “We both know what you’re bein’ nice for,” he almost growls. “And I’m not about to sit by and watch you bother this girl just for some nookie. Leave her alone before I call security.” He eyes Trent down, daring him to fight this.

Trent stands, his jaw tight and eyes sharp. He glances at you before scoffing to himself and storming off, heading for the locker room. Once he’s gone, you sigh in relief. “Thank you,” you say with gratitude. “I have no idea why he wanted to give me a mat. I didn’t even need one!”

Kiri relaxes, but only slightly. You’re talking to him. You two are really talking! “Don't thank me,” he chuckles modestly. “Not that I don't think you can handle yourself, but I saw him tryin’ to spit game and you not enjoyin’ it too much, so I just had to step in.” He dares to look down at you and almost creams on the spot at the sight of your cleavage. “W-Well, I’m gonna go and let you–“

“I’m Y/N,” you instantly say, twirling the drawstring to your hoodie. You offer him a gloss-lipped smile that gives him butterflies. “Ejirou,” he replies. “Kiri for short.” You giggle to yourself. “I know; other than you being Red Riot, I hear your name all the time here.” He blushes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a regular here. It’s one of the only gyms that are safer for pros like me.”

“Well, I’ll keep your secret,” you giggle, “but only if you agree for me to buy you lunch for your good deed.” From the way you slightly rub your thighs together and peer up at him through your lashes, he feels like you’re thinking of a lot more than just lunch. And he wants to know just what.

He smirks down at you, trying hard to ignore his dick chubbing in his basketball shorts. “Maybe,” he replies, playing along. “I think I’d need your number for that though. I mean, just to tell you what I like…for lunch.” He almost kicks himself. You giggle to yourself, already pulling your rose gold iPhone out of your pocket. “It’s a date then!” you chirp.

After leaving the gym with your number in his phone, he can’t help but nut to the thought of you while in his car minutes later, the vision of your pretty lips and body coated in his sticky cum making him fuck his fist a little harder. Call him unmanly, but goddamn, he can't wait for the real thing!

DABI - When he first sees your cute little self in your mini skirt that barely covers your ass, he just wants to follow you around and scare anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way.

And that’s exactly what he does. ‘Cause what the fuck are you doing strutting around like that in this club? Don’t you know how you’re dressed? You’re dressed like you want to get fucked. Though he can’t see you from the front, he can tell you’re wearing a halter top judging from the tie around your slender back. And no bra? Those titties must be bouncing everywhere!

As you can damn well tell, Dabi likes the innocent girls…or the girls who look innocent. Something about ruining them and bringing out that nasty, dark, devious side to them that he knows lies deep underneath their soft, pink, sweet personality. And you’re no different.

So he lies deep in the cut and watches you laugh and chat with people, blushing cutely when they compliment your clothes and being completely oblivious to the guys who stare you down like they want to eat you alive. He sips on his drink and eyes your legs, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for this little game to come to an end. You step outside for some air and he’s right behind you, but he doesn’t go out immediately. He watches as you lean against the wall and dig into your pink purse for your bubblegum. Finally, he comes outside, feeling blessed that he can finally get you alone.

You don't even flinch when he comes up to stand beside you, taking a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket. In fact, you give him a smile as you chew on your bubblegum, your pink lips forming an O for a big bubble. He imagines those lips forming an O when you moan while his tongue is buried deep in your cunt that lies beneath that skirt. From his angle, he can finally see the rest of your outfit––a glittery, pink halter top paired with platform boots and luscious, curly hair that makes you look like one of those early 2000s movie stars.

“Want some?” you ask, holding the box of gum out to him. His eyes flick from the box to your big, doe-like eyes rimmed with mascara to make them look almost like a doll’s. Like his pretty little doll. “You’re askin’ a stranger whether or not he wants your gum?” he asks, raising a curious brow at you before puffing on his cig.

You giggle adorably, almost ditzy-like. “You’re not a stranger, silly!” you protest. He blinks down at you, confused. “I saw you when I came into the club with my friend…and while you were following me around.”

Dabi blanches. Fuck, he’s been caught! How did you even notice? “Accept my apology,” he sighs, smoke billowing from his lips. “Couldn't help myself. You just look too damn cute to be in there not bein’ looked after.”

At this, you become shy and advert your eyes as a bashful smile adorns your pretty face. “You know, smoke is a bad habit,” you softly say. He nods, agreeing. “What’s your point?” he asks, paying close attention to your body language. He notices how tight your thighs are pressed together and the way your fingers fiddle with your skirt. You’re wanting something.

“Because…” Your eyes slowly trail back to his, now hooded and lustful. “Nicotine breath ruins kisses,” you purr. “And I’d really like a kiss from you. I have to thank you for watching my back in there, don’t you think?”

Dabi swears he’s never been harder in his life. He’s also have never ditched a cig that wasn’t a stub yet either, but the promise of finally getting your lips on his makes him toss the cig down and crunch it under his shoe.

Several minutes later, your glossy, soft lips are on his, the taste of strawberries in his mouth, while his cock is buried deep in your soft, wet pussy. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he grips your hips, your skirt hiked up and your lace panties pushed to the side to give him all the freedom to fuck you as he pleases. And he does so.

“You’re just like a doll,” he grunts into your ear, growing harder with every breathy moan that leaves your lips. “Are you my pretty baby doll tonight?”

All he gets his a broken moan of his name in response. He chuckles to himself as he lifts your leg up slightly and continues to fuck you silly behind the nightclub. He knew you had a devious side.

NATSUO - You were just the cute girl in his class that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

You would walk in wearing the cutest outfits known to man, all of them with pink tossed in. His favorite one was the cropped pink sweater and white skirt that swished around your legs and hiked up slightly in the back to give him a sneak peek of your thighs. That was the first day you two met. You had sat in front of him and rummaged around in your backpack, oblivious to Natsuo burning a hole in your back.

You sighed adorably and turned to him randomly, your glossy lips in an adorable pout that had his cock stirring in his jeans. “Hi,” you say with a smile. “Sorry to bug you, but I forgot my pen at home. Do you have one I can borrow?”

It took a minute for Natsuo to answer because he was too busy staring at your lips move, envisioning his dick between them. “U-Uh, yeah,” he finally replied, idiotically so. He dug into his backpack and handed you one of his best ink pens.

You happily smiled as you took the pen from him, your soft fingers grazing against his. “Thanks!” you chirped. “I promise I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day.” And you did. That is when your friendship began. He begins letting you borrow your pens while you send him notes from class if he’s too tired to pay attention and falls asleep during class, dreaming of himself bending you over one of the desks.

When you first asked him to help you study for your midterm exam, he can’t believe his luck. “You’re just so smart,” you whine as you two walk alongside each other in the hall. “I can’t afford to fail, so I need your help. Meet you at your dorms this weekend? I’ll bring snacks!”

He was helpless to refuse you, but the idea of being alone with you this weekend made him want to bust and hide under his bed at the same time. He didn’t have that much experience with girls, especially pretty, cute, adorable ones like you. He spends the whole day cleaning up his space and gargling down Listerine mouthwash before you arrive.

When you do, it’s at 5 PM after you get off your shift. You show up at his door in a pretty, baby pink dress carrying a bag of snacks and sodas. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you say after Natsuo invites you in and get you situated at the table in the middle of his dorm. “I just know I’m gonna pass with you as a tutor.”

He blushes at the compliment. How is it you’re so sweet? “S’cool,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I’m happy to help. Thank you for the snacks though.” He ogles at the all of the snacks you pour out of your bag––Pocky boxes; chips; cookies; biscuits. You embarrassingly giggle, picking at your pink nails. “I, uh…like snacks,” you shyly confess.

‘Oh, God,’ Natsuo laments in his head as his cock surges in his sweats. Why the fuck did he wear sweats?! Why the fuck are you so cute?! This is not going to be easy.

It doesn’t get any easier for him as the night goes on. He gets distracted at some points at the crumbs dusting the corner of your mouth or the way you swipe your gloss over your lips. He tries not to freak out when you lean in to point out words you’re having trouble remembering the definitions for, the scent of your birthday cake body wash and the feeling of your bosom against his forearm. Are you doing this on purpose?

Despite him explaining and breaking down the study guide for you, all he can think about is dirtying up your dress with his cum or plunging his cock in and out of the gushy walls of your pussy. It’s impossible not to. He’s practically sweating halfway during the session so he has to strip himself of his hoodie, revealing his blue tee underneath that stretches across his muscles.

When you finally finish the session, it’s around 7 PM and you’ve correctly remembered most of the guide. When Natsuo gives you an approving smile, you squeal and jump on him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you cheer, wrapping your arms tight around him. He blushes, feeling your breasts pushing against his chest. “You’re such a good tutor! I’m gonna ace this exam because of you!”

Natsuo laughs at your cuteness, giving you a one-armed hug in respect to you. “It’s no problem,” he says. “It helps when you have such a great student.”

You pull away from him, peering up at him with those big eyes and that pretty face. “You know,” you say, your voice suddenly dipping an octave but still oh-so soft, “I’d hate to leave here and not repay you for such great work.” Your hands find his and you begin playing with his fingers, his cock stirring as you do. “Is there anyway you can think of, Natsuo?” you ask, batting your lashes prettily at him.

Oh, does he. And he knows you exactly what when he has you lying down in his bed with your dress hiked up on your hips where his hands are and his tongue finally fucking your pussy. “Fuck, Natsuo!” you whine, your hands in his snow-white hair. “Please!”

He moans as he pulls his tongue out of your wet hole and stares up at you. “Stop what, honey?” he asks, smiling at your blissful expression. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To repay me?”

His thumb finds your clit and begins slowly rubbing it, relishing the way you squirm for him. “Well, now you can.”

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