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Virtual Experience - Izuku M.

Have you ever loved someone so much you created a fantasy virtual world to have sex with them? No?…..Okay.

Izuku Midoryia x Reader

Rating: mature, smut

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“Going stupid on that cock huh?”

You couldn’t speak, your body stuffed with Izuku’s cock. He relentlessly pounded into you while you held onto his shoulder for dear life.

He groans into your ear. ”Answer me baby.”

“Yes-yes- mhh!” You struggled to moan out, some drool coming out your mouth. Your nails start to poke into Izuku’s back. You're unable to see and only hold onto Izuku in hopes you won't get lost in the abyss of pleasure you were in.

You can hear Izuku chuckle, “relax baby you're gonna make me cum too fast.”

You close your eyes, doing your best to breathe while relaxing your muscles.

“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 6:00PM, NOW SHUTTING DOWN”

The word goes black as you're brought back to reality. You remove the headset from your face, wiping some sweat from your forehead.

“How was that?” The intercom turns on, Mei Hatsumes voice speaking into it.

You look over at her through the glass doors, a smile on your face. “It felt so real Mei, your work is amazing.”

“Our work,” she corrects, pressing a button to release cold air into the chamber. “And of course it is a VR sexual experience you can actually feel, now that’s the future.”

The door makes a loud click as it unlocks. You grab a towel before exiting and heading up the stairs towards your shared office.

“So you're gonna tell me why you chose Deku as your male participant?”

You pause as you enter, looking at Mei with a shocked face. “You looked at the code didn’t you?”

“Duh! Now tell me everything.”

You sigh in defeat as you slumped into your chair, “so maybe being able to feel him up everytime he rips his suit was kinda getting to my head.”

“So that’s why you wanted to make this,” Mei allows a smirk to come over her face. “Pervert!” She shouts playfully, pointing a finger at you.

Pouting as you let out a small whine, you cross your arms. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so bad, but it was just out of reach?”

“You two are pretty close, so why would he reject you?”

“Have you seen the curves on Uraraka-san? You should have seen them in UA, it was disgusting how obvious it was that she was crushing on him,” you stare at the framed photo of you and Izuku at graduation.

“Doesn’t mean he liked her,” Mei mutters, shrugging her shoulders before abruptly turning your chair to face her. “Use the VR again.”

You raise a brow, “huh? I just got off and it’s 6:30.”

“Just go!” She persists, pulling you out the seat and pushing you out the officer door. “I wanna try something so get going!” She gives you one last push before slamming the door, you huff before going back down the stairs.

“Mei, can’t this wait for tomorrow?”

“Is someone talking?” She blankly ignores you, opening the glass chamber to the VR testing room.

“Mei!” You groan, reluctantly going into the room. “Whatever your testing, it better be worth it.”

She locks the door as you place the body pins on your chest, you take a deep breath before putting on the headset. The system loads you up before eventually you're placed in a different reality.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The system specs in your eyes, loading as you get used to your surroundings. “Oh! Yes, I’m fine,” you blink a few times as your vision clears.

You're in a fancy restaurant, one that was illuminated by an orange light setting. Across from you is Izuku Midoriya, dressed in a fancy black suit. He smiles at you, a little bit of concern in his eyes. “Are you sure? Maybe you had too much wine?”

You giggle at his caring nature, “It’s nothing Deku, I just spaced out a bit”

He places a hand over yours. “Please...just call me Izuku.” Your face heats up at the contact, and a smile melts onto your face.

The waiter comes up to the table, a few more behind him. “Here is your check Mr and Mrs, and a complimentary champagne on us,” the waitress places a tray down, smiling at the two of you.

They walk away and you reach for the check, but Izuku grabs it from you shaking his head slightly. “What type of man would I be if I let you pay?”

“Oh, it’s okay Izuku, you do so much for me already….let me pay you back at least.”

He places his card in the checkbook, placing it down by the edge of the table. “You can pay me back later, tonight.” His voice is deep, hotter than it was before.

“O-oh” You flush.

“Y/n? Hatsume-san?”

Mei slams her laptop shut as an uninvited guest enters the office. “Deku! What a surprise, come here for some more testing?”

Izuku shakes his head with a small chuckle, “I’m here to see Y/n, she wasn’t answering her phone.”

Opportunity rushes into Mei's head and her grin widens. “Y/n is just testing our latest invention,” she points out the large window and Izuku walks over to look out.

He arches a brow, “is there something wrong with her?”

You were a sight to see, sitting down on a couch with your legs spreaded. Neck craned back with your mouth opening from time to time.

“We're still working on the name but introducing Fantasy VR, this baby allows you to have sex with anyone of your choosing.”

“Like..transportation?” Izuku asks.

“Illusions, nobody’s actually in there. Just Y/n’s subconscious, and the code of whoever she is doing it with. ” Mei explains, watching your trembling body. “I wonder who it is.”

“Me too,” He whispers.

Your heart rate spikes up, sounding an alarm on Mei’s closed computer. The girl grabs a nearby tablet before turning off your simulation. Izuku watches as you pull the headset off, brushing the sweaty hairs out of your face.

“This is literally the best thing ever Mei, we gotta make it portable.” You let out a laugh of amusement, “having sex with I-”

“You have a visitor!” She interrupts you, pressing the AC button. Confused you look at the window, the man that had just “fucked” you standing next to your best friend.

Shit.

The door clicks as it unlocks and you pull it open before exiting. It was like the walk of shame as you went up the stairs, with every step more embarrassment built within you. “Heyyy Deku…” You enter the office, grabbing the towel you left at your desk. “What brings you here?”

You try your best to act nonchalant, despite the blush that creeps up your cheeks. Izuku raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. I was just worried. Are you okay?"

“Fuck, it’s friday isn’t it.” You facepalm, groaning into your hand. “Shit, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, it seems like you’ve been busy.” He jokes, chuckling slightly at your flustered state.

You give him a sheepish smile, using the towel to wipe off the remaining sweat from your face. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was... testing out a new VR invention Mei and I have been working on.”

“Hey lovebirds calm it down a bit, I need to use Deku,” Mei interrupts the two of you, patting her plastic model of the VR headset. “I haven’t tried this baby on a male yet, since he’s here at perfect timing.”

You shake your head at her with a disapproving look, “no, it’s still just a prototype we don’t know what the after effects could be-.

“Sure.”

You turn to Izuku shocked, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Deku, you don’t have to do this, it’s just a prototype, the effects-.”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine, I owe it to you guys for always fixing my suit.” He glances out the window, “besides, I’ll be locked in a quirk-proof chamber, it’ll be fine.”

“Testroom 5” Mei tells Izuku as he exits.

“Are you insane?!” You whisper yell once the door shuts.

“This is your chance to see who Deku wet dreams about” She says suggestively, typing quickly on her laptop.

“I don’t want to invade his personal privacy,”

“You already invaded it when you made a device to have virtual sex with him.” She continues to type, “I saw an opportunity and I took it, you’ll stay single forever if you don’t take chances.”

“What if it fails, and he likes someone else…” Your voice drops, looking down to the floor.

“Then that’s it, at least you’d know”

“Hey, you guys ready?” Deku's voice interrupts the two of you, Mei clicks the mic button before speaking.

“Sending Y/n in to help you with the body pins”

“What is this fucked up romance going on in your head?” You question, crossing your arms at her. “Expect me to just confess my overlonging feelings for him as I help him with body pins?” You walk over to the office door, before mocking yourself “oh Deku, I’ve loved you since high school and I created a whole sexual fantasy land because of how badly I wanted to have sex with you, yeah that sounds fucking romantic.”

Mei spins to face you, “it’ll be something like that.”

You scoff at her before exiting and marching down the steps. “Alright hot stuff you know the drill, shirt off.” Deku complies immediately, tugging his shirt off overhead and giving you a view of his abs. He throws the cloth onto the couch in the room and you walk over and smooth a hand over his chest before placing the clips.

“So how does this work?” He breaks the silence.

You stick on the last pin “you can have sex with anyone of your choosing, just think of them while the VR loads your subconscious into the programmed reality.”

“Hey, I’m going to get some takeout,” Mei’s loud voice booms in the chamber, scaring the both of you.

“Okay!” You shout back, grabbing the headset and handing it to Izuku. “You’ll be in there for 30 to 60 minutes, and nothing will happen to you here…besides the moaning and whatnot but, that’s why we have soundproof chambers.”

He places the VR above his eyes, and you help fit the strap to his head size. It was hard trying to keep his green curls out the velcro strap, you have to note to make an easier way to put the headset on. “Also, try not to get into stressful situations, the headset will kick you out if your heart rate goes up too high, don’t want you to have a heart attack.”

He nods. “You said it could be anyone right?”

“Mhm!” You finished tightening it, stepping back a bit with a victorious grin. “You could have sex with Dynamight if you wanted-...” Izuku doesn’t look amused at your joke. “Yeah…that sounded better in my head- okay! So enjoy and I’ll be up there keeping an eye on your vitals.”

He lets out a hum before sliding the headset down, a second passes before you leave. You tug at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Did Mei lock you in before she left?

“Fuck-fuck, Mei! I’ll kill you for this!” You shout, still roughly trying to open the door which still wouldn’t budge. “Aww fuck me” You curse, walking over to the couch in defeat. Now you’ll have to listen to Izuku fuck who ever he wants. “I’m going to murder you Mei Hatsume!”

As you sit on the couch, frustration and embarrassment wash over you. You can't believe Mei locked you in the room, leaving you to listen to whatever is happening inside the virtual reality chamber. You look at Izuku, who stands in front of you still unaware of your presence in the room. You should wake him up, savor the little bit of his privacy you haven’t invaded.

But…you’ve never tested interrupting the fantasy while the VR was still active. It could have very dangerous effects. Shit.

A bead of sweat drops down Izuku’s chest, and his fist clenches. You watch through your lashes, staring at the bead as it slowly moves through the maze of Izuku’s chest. How lucky.

Eyes landed on a boner sitting in Izuku’s pants, gosh and he was packing. Your eyes widen and you place a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.

“Puppy-” He groans out, his fist clenching again.

You feel a spark in your pussy, as you clench around nothing. He groans again, making you moan at the feeling it brought to you. “Shit-” you curse, crossing your legs before chewing on your bottom lip.

His hips seemed to thrust every now and then and more sweat rolled down his chest. It was a heavenly sight to see and you had a front row seat, but the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.

You uncross your legs and hand drifts in between your legs, pressing at your clothed clit to try and relieve some of the pressure. You moan, clasping a hand over your mouth before looking over Izuku to see if he had heard you.

He remained the same.

You hand teases the waistband of your sweat pants, and your eyes darted at the glass wall from time to time, making sure Mei wasn’t back at the office yet.

“Y-your such a good girl- taking my cock like this- ah..fuck.”

You unconsciously whine, allowing your fingers to do as they please as you listen to Izuku’s grunts and cries. It felt heavenly, the risk of getting caught adding more pleasure to it all.

“THE TIME IS CURRENTLY 8:30PM NOW SHUTTING DOWN”

Damn, you glared at the speaker. Taking your hand out your pants, still unsatisfied. Izuku should have taken off his headset by now, but he remained still.

“Deku?” You squeak, afraid of the questions he might ask.

The male remains unresponsive.

You arch a brow, swallowing your pride and getting up to take his headset off. “Hey, Deku…are you okay?”

You pull the VR above his eyes, and his dark green orbs immediately meet with yours. “Deku?” You ask again, but there still isn’t a response.

You're cut off when Izuku slams you against the glass wall of the chamber, the sound of the VR headset crashing to the ground making you cringe. “Midoriya-?”

“I’ve always wondered why you never call me by my first name.”

His mouth traces over your ear as he whispers into it, a shiver goes down your spine leaving you at a loss for words. “I don’t think you understand what you do to me Y/n.”

He moves so his face is in front of yours. His eyes were filled with lust, so different from the way he’d always look at you. “Say it.”

“W-what?” You quiver, feeling tiny in between Izuku’s arms and the wall. “Say what?”

“My name!” You squeeze your eyes shut as he shouts. He mutters an apology, taking a second to breath. “Please. Say my name.”

“Deku?”

“No.” He says in a faint whisper, “my first name.”

“I-izuku,” you hesitate, unable to figure out what could be the cause of Izuku’s sudden actions. It had to be a side effect from the headset, but what could you do? It didn’t seem like Izuku wanted to hurt you, so what..-Your lips never felt anything so warm and soft, your eyes widened as Izuku’s sudden kiss made your knees feel weak.

He caught you before you could fall, slotting himself in between your legs. Hypnotized by the drunk feeling his scent gave you, slowly you parted your lips and allowed Izuku’s tongue to slip inside.

He pulls away, moving his face into the nape of your neck. You gasp for air as finally you're able to think, but your thoughts are stolen from you as Izuku presses his boner into your clothed pussy.

“Ah-! Izuku-” You squeak in surprise, holding onto his shoulders.

“Who did you fuck?” He continues to rub himself against you, staring you directly in the eyes. “Come on puppy, tell me who you fucked with that damned machine.”

You can’t think, looking up at the ceiling as all the built up pressure from before was finally being let out. It felt wonderful, fantastic, so good you wanted to pull away from it.

“Who.” He stops humping you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look down at him, “did you fuck?”

You hesitate, feeling embarrassed but Izuku wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. He presses himself up against you roughly, making you speak out. “You!” You shout, “I made the whole thing for you!”

He groaned in response, “gonna make you feel so good.”

Your back hits the soft couch in the room, Izuku’s body never straying too far from yours. He tugs at the ends of your sweatpants, and you lift your butt up to help him pull it off.

The garment is tossed to the side and his hands run up and down your thighs. He brings his face in between your legs, nudging his nose into your panties and taking a huge sniff. You let out a small gasp before he’s sliding your panties off.

He doesn’t wait before he starts to devour you. His tongue licked up the slit of your pussy as he pushed your thighs up against his shoulders.

“Oh shit-!” You squeak, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch his green curls bounce as his head moves in between your legs. He sticks a finger inside of you before starting to suck on your clit making you drop your head back with a loud moan.

You drop onto your back, filled with helpless pleasure as your hands begin to reach for something to hold onto. Your hands find themselves in Izuku’s hair and you swear you can feel him smile into your pussy.

A feeling begins to coil in your stomach, you were close and Izuku wasn’t planning on stopping yet. You started to push his head down, moaning out desperately from him to make you cum.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling inside you finally comes undone, Izuku laps up your juices before tapping on your leg to let him go. Once he’s released, he crawls back over you with a sweet smile on his face, one that looks so innocent in contrast to his recent actions. You're both catching your breaths, chests heaving up and down in sync.

He kisses you, the taste of yourself still on his lips, but you're too spaced out to care, caught up in your own pleasure and excitement. Your hands begin to travel down his chest, starting to tug downwards at his pants.

He chuckles. “Can’t wait, can you?”

“Shut up and lose the pants.”

He pulls away slightly, pulling down his pants and taking his boxers with him. Your jaw slacks when you see his dick, it was bigger than how it looked on the VR. He takes pride in your reaction, a smirk reaching his lips as he crawls back on top of you.

“I never want to see you use that machine, ever again,” his mouth hovers over your ear, “when you want sex, you come to me, not some fucking piece of plastic.”

His hips move slightly before you feel the tip of his dick poking your entrance. His right hand comes up to lace fingers with yours, the two of you just staring at one another intently. Slowly his hips move forward and he starts to enter you. Your grip on his hand tightens and you hold onto his arm, pain seeping within your body as he ventures deeper inside.

He bottoms out inside you, staying completely still as you adjust to the size within you. His face is in the crook of your neck, distracting you with kissing and sweet nothings.

You gasp out the breath you hadn’t known you had been holding, a small string of curses coming out of your mouth.

“God fuck,” he whispers. “Waited too damn long.”

The feeling of pain subsided into an uncomfortable sensation, and your legs wrapped around Izuku, forcing him to move further into you. You both moan from pleasure, and Izuku takes it as his sign to start moving, going slow in case you're still adjusting.

You cry out for him, holding onto his arms as you pleaded for him to move faster, “please Izuku, god please.” He had you hypnotized, drunk off his kisses and intoxicated by his smell.

“Ah-mhmm, haaa-” You're unable to speak, your mouth hanging open as Izuku rocked in and out of you. He captures your mouth again, the kiss is messy which only adds more to your fantasy.

“Mm fuck” he curses as he pulls away from the kiss. You start to whine out broken praises, feeling the warmth of your upcoming orgasm starting to build up. You can’t think, not a single thought is able to process in your mind, tears begin to flow out your eyes and you cover your mouth with your hand.

Your voice threatens to scream out and the lack of oxygen makes you feel slightly light headed, the room spinning around you. He groans at your now muffled whimpers, his finger going down to your clit and starting playing with it.

It felt like time slowed down as your building up orgasm tumbled down, you stared Izuku in the eyes as your entire body just stopped functioning. He doesn’t stop though, but you can feel the long thick streams of cum spurt from his cock inside you, both of you sweaty messes.

A couple more thrusts for good measure before he collapsed on top of you. The world doesn’t come back to you yet, you basically been fucked dumb. You start to catch your breath, struggling with the heavy weight on top of your body.

“Izuku?” You whisper. No reply.

You move your head to look at him, the man was knocked out. A small groan escapes you as you start to wiggle, accidentally pushing Izuku off the couch and onto the floor when you attempt to lift him.

“Shit,” you curse.

Looking around the room, you had almost forgotten where you were, what you were doing, and you totally just took advantage of your best friend as he was not in his right mind. He was under the influence of the side effects of the VR and you completely took advantage of that!

Your hands begin to run through your hair as a million thoughts processed through your head at once. Holy shit, you actually just had sex with Izuku Midoryia, who is not only the number one hero, your best client, and your literal best friend.

Would he be disgusted? Mortified, maybe he would feel bad for you. “Fuck!” You curse again, hopping off the couch and searching for your clothes. Oh shit, Mei! Who knows how long you had been in here with him, what if she had seen you?!

You quickly put your clothes back on, before grabbing Izuku’s boxers and attempting to put them back on him. It was the least you could do, after you exploited him. You fold his pants up and place them neatly on the couch before walking over to the door and pulling at it again. It still wouldn’t budge!

Wait a minute…this was test chamber number 5 right?

Instead of pulling at the door, you give it a small push and it opens easily. “No…fucking-” you mutter under your breath.

You quickly exit the room, giving Izuku’s unconscious body one last look before you swiftly make your way to the exit. He’d be fine, those test chambers were one of the safest places in Musutafu.

“I’m sorry Izuku.”

It had been a week, a whole week of you arriving to work stupidly early and leaving just before Izuku’s patrol schedule would give him enough time to stop by. A whole week of ignoring all the messages you’d been receiving on your phone, most of them from Izuku.

It was a Wednesday morning, Mei would be coming in quite late since she had to run some errands across town. You were currently on a small break, taking small bites of your oatmeal as you watched your favorite show on your laptop.

But you couldn’t focus. A million thoughts and each of them were about Izuku, the way he made your body feel, the sounds that came out of him, how his tongue felt in between your legs.

There was no way you could ever look at Izuku the same again. How could you ever apologize for what you did, and to make matters worse, you just left him half-naked in that chamber.

What could he possibly have to say to you?

“Hey.”

You clicked the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the show and turning over to the door of your office. Izuku stood there dressed in his regular clothes with a bag strapped over his shoulder.

Your eyes widen but you're quick to mask your look of surprise with an awkward smile. “Hey.”

A moment of silence passes before you clear your throat. “It’s um, very early, what are you doing here?”

He doesn’t say anything, almost like he forgot himself. “Oh yeah…My suit, it’s um…ripped.”

You hate that Mei isn’t here so you can’t just throw this onto her. With a small sigh you get up from your chair, tossing your blanket aside and walking over to Izuku. “Come on, let’s get that fixed up.”

No matter what happens between you and Izuku, you still would never want him to go somewhere else to fix his suit. It’s like cheating on your hairdresser.

It was unbearably silent between you two. Your plan was to act like Friday never happened but it was easier said than done, just seeing Izuku made you want to clench your legs together.

“You haven’t been answering my messages, or calls.”

There it was, the elephant in the room. How were you supposed to act like nothing happened between you two, when you’ve been ignoring him for the whole week!

“My phone has been acting weird, I think it might be broken,” you mutter out a lame excuse as you take Izuku’s suit out the bag and lay it out on the table. Like hell he would believe that. Your best friend could make a whole new brand of phone that would be 100 times better than any phone you could buy now.

He only clicks his tongue and nods and you begin to look over the suit for the damage. “It’s over here,” you almost squeak as you feel a chest press up behind you, Izuku leaning over you to point at where the rips were.

“Thanks,” you mutter out breathlessly, his actions not helping to the throbbing in between your legs. The way his abs felt pressed against your back reminded you of how he held you up against that wall, humping himself in between your legs to pleasure himself and you.

You stop yourself before you lean back into Izuku, moving away from his arms and over to the waist of the suit. If you didn’t know any better, you could say the marks looked intentional. Just too clean to be from a battle, and too straight to not have been done on purpose.

Should you say something? Why would Izuku cut his suit on purpose? No, no, just fix the suit and get him out of here.

You walk over to the nearby computer, typing in a few codes before the table you had set the suit on begins to move, it descended into the floor before it was covered by a glass panel. Some robot hands appeared out from the side before beginning to work on the repairs.

You finish typing on the computer, “alright, should be about 5 minutes.”

“Can we talk?”

A strong smell of bleach enters your nose, the process of repairing is almost done, and is now on the cleaning cycle. The smell is so strong you can’t find yourself to reply to Izuku. “Is it just me, or does that bleach smell really strong?”

“No-”

The smell irritates your mind, it doesn’t help that your heart is racing too. “Geez, that smell is strong,” you breathe out, stumbling out of the cleaning room for some fresh air. Izuku follows behind and though you’ve left the heavily scented room your mind is beginning to spiral.

“Y/n, please, I just wanna talk-” he pleads, but you couldn’t listen if you wanted to run down by fatigue.

“Yesh, yeah, we can talk, just wait here” you put your hand up to stop him. “I’m gonna go get some water.”

He stands still as you make your way to the cafeteria in the building. The cleaning room was quite a ways away now but the annoying smell of lemon bleach clouded your nostrils. You don’t even make it to the cafeteria before you sprint into a nearby bathroom and start to puke your guts out. You attempted to keep your hair from falling into the toilet bowl, but it was quite difficult as you emptied your stomach into the toilet.

You weren’t used to throwing up, you never really drank to that point, and your stomach was normally quite strong when it came to bad food. You stop puking, and rest your face onto the side of the toilet as you catch your breath.

You rub your stomach, it was strange for you to just become sick all of a sudden. Weakly your hand comes up to flush the toilet, and you carefully lift yourself up off the floor. You trudge out the bathroom, leaning against the wall as you take a second to catch your breath.

A weird smell hits your nose, making you want to vomit all over again, and it was coming from outside the bathroom. You walk over to the door and open it, catching one of the building workers who was carrying a plate of food off guard. “Ma’am?” She asks.

“What is that? It smells terrible.”

She brings the plate in front of you, before taking off the cover to show a very beautifully plated breakfast. It looked absolutely delicious, but the sight and smell of it was going to make you throw up again.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you quickly run back into the bathroom as your mouth waters, starting to vomit into the toilet again. The worker follows, placing her tray of food onto the bathroom counter before walking over to help.

She grabs your hair and holds it up, a smooth hand running up and down your back. She lets out a small chuckle, “I was the same way when I first got pregnant.”

Pregnant?

“But--” You try to speak in between breaths, “I’m not pregnant?”

The worker only shushes you, continuing to rub your back. Her words still don’t leave your mind, and now that you think about it, you and Izuku definitely didn’t use a condom, and he was too out of his mind to pull out.

It’s way too early for you to be showing signs this heavily though right?

Right?

The vomiting stops and you sit there and take a moment to catch your breath. The worker stands up, “I’m going to get you some soup, my mother used to make it when I was pregnant, it doesn’t have any strong smells so you’ll be able to eat peacefully.”

She opens one of the cabinets in the bathroom and grabs you a few small white towels, placing them next to you before exiting. You flush the toilet again before slowly standing up, grabbing one of the towels and running some warm water on it.

You drag the cloth over your mouth, wiping away any residue that might be left from your previous puking session.

Pregnant? This couldn’t be real, the universe had to be just toying with you, punishing you for taking advantage of Izuku.

As you stand there, the weight of the possibility settling in, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. Thoughts race through your mind as you try to process the implications of the situation. The worker returns with a bowl of soup, and you gratefully accept it, hoping it will help settle your stomach.

The take out bowl, lifting the lid she had put on it to glance at the soup. She was right, it was odorless, and looked delicious. "Thank you," you manage to say, your voice still shaky.

She gives you a kind smile. "You're welcome, dear. Take your time and eat slowly. It'll help you feel better."

You leave the bathroom with the soup in hand, avoiding the cleaning room where you had left Izuku and entering your office.

Mei turned to you, her laptop was still closed which meant she probably just got here. “Whoa you look like shit.”

“Thanks,” you say swifty, grabbing your bag from a nearby couch. “I’m not feeling well so I’m gonna go home, I have a really bad stomach bug.”

Mei eyes you suspiciously, she had gotten into the habit of doing that after your refusal to tell her what happened last week. With the damages to the VR set, and your constant avoidance of Izuku, it was hard to say nothing happened.

“And this has nothing to do with Deku, who’s currently coming up to the office now.”

Shit. “Nope, nothing! Okay bye!” You burst out of the office and hurried to the elevators, spamming the button so you could get down to the garage floor.

As you anxiously wait for the elevator, your mind races with thoughts of how to handle the situation. You can't face Izuku right now, not when you're still processing the possibility of being pregnant. The elevator doors finally open, and you step inside, relieved to have a momentary escape.

Once you reach the ground floor, you rush to your car in the garage, hoping to make a quick getaway. You start the engine and speed out of the parking lot, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on your shoulders.

Driving aimlessly until you find yourself on a quiet street, parked by the side of the road. Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to come to terms with everything. You feel mixed emotions. What will this mean for your relationship with Izuku? And if you are pregnant, what choices will you have to make?

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. It's clear that you can't continue avoiding Izuku or the situation at hand. Things had just gotten very serious and it was time to face the truth and have an honest conversation with him. You reach for your phone, intending to call him but stop when it rings. He was calling you.

You hesitate. Maybe you should wait. Just until you have some more information. The uncertainty of the situation weighs heavily on your decision-making process. Once Izuku’s call ends you quickly grab your phone, opening your search browser and searching up how early signs can show, and what the symptoms were.

The internet seemed to make it worse, listing each of your symptoms in many different articles. Before you know it you’re starting to cry, small sobs leaving your mouth.

You stared at one of the articles, a huge text practically mocking you. ‘It’s going to be okay!’ But it wasn’t, it was not going to be okay.

Was buying a pregnancy test always so awkward?

The long line on the one register that was open, the simple music they play to drown out the silence in the store.

Standing with a hoodie pulled over your head and a stack of pregnancy tests in your arms, each a different brand, you can't help but feel self-conscious. The aisle you found yourself in seemed so distant from your usual shopping routine, and the music playing in the store only amplifies the awkwardness of the moment.

The weight of your situation hangs heavily on your shoulders while you wait for your turn to make the purchase. You glance around, hoping that no one you know sees you here. The line seems to move at a snail's pace, prolonging your discomfort. Each passing second feels like an eternity as you become acutely aware of the cashier's gaze and the potential judgment of other customers.

You were next in line, but the grandma that was in front of you just decided she wanted to take her sweet time. Pulling out her phone in request that the cashier explain the store’s mobile app to her. You let out a small groan of frustration, starting to tap your foot on the ground.

“Y/n?”

You freeze. Hoping that maybe whoever called your name would figure it wasn’t you.

You almost jump at the small tap of your shoulder, slowly turning around to meet the face of Uraraka.

“Ohhh heyyy Uraraka,” you extended out the words, trying to act surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I was just patrolling around and wanted to grab a snack,” she says with a sweet smile. “What are you-“ she glances down at the unmistakable items in your hands.

You drop all the pregnancy tests onto the conveyor belt, “I’m just grabbing some items for a friend!” The transaction feels like it takes forever as you fumble for your wallet, your fingers seemingly incapable of functioning properly.

“You know, Deku has been asking about you.” Her voice turns into one of worry, “he says you haven’t been answering his calls.”

You feel a mix of relief and anxiety as Uraraka believes your hurried explanation and doesn't press further about the pregnancy tests. However, her mention of Izuku only adds to your growing unease.

"Yeah, I've just been really busy lately," you reply, attempting to sound nonchalant as you finally locate your wallet and pay for the items. "Lots of stuff going on, you know?"

Uraraka studies your face for a moment, her concern evident in her eyes. She reaches out and gently touches your arm.

"Y/n, if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me," she offers, her voice filled with sincerity.

“Well, I really have to go.” You tell the cashier to keep the change, grabbing your plastic bag. “Bye Uraraka,” you say quickly before walking out the store.

The one thing that could have gone wrong, went really fucking wrong. Uraraka would definitely tell Izuku that she saw you here. You purposely came out into the store when you knew Izuku would be across town patrolling so you wouldn’t have to run into him.

You look at the tests in your bag, it felt like the word ‘pregnancy’ that’s printed on the box was just mocking you. You throw the bag into the passenger seat of your car before getting in, leaning your head on the top of the steering wheel.

“Fuck…fuck!”

You contemplate your options, the right thing to do here was to stop being such a coward and tell Izuku straight up. But you weren’t going to do that, not yet. So you decided on locking yourself in your home until you gained the courage.

While navigating through the street you mind seems to torture you with all types of different sinarios , each of them ending with Izuku finding out and hating you forever.

You step out of the car, once you arrive home, and retrieve the bag of pregnancy tests from the passenger seat. As you enter your apartment, you close the door behind you, creating a barrier between yourself and the outside world. The familiar surroundings offer a temporary sanctuary, shielding you from the uncertainties that have been plaguing your mind.

You toss the bag onto the table, walking over to your fridge and taking out a gallon of water. You were going to need a lot of pee. As you chug down glass after glass, you find yourself pacing back and forth, your thoughts consumed. It is important that you stay honest with Izuku here, but fear grips you tightly.

Sitting down at the table, you reach for the bag of pregnancy tests and carefully examine them. Each test represents a potential answer to the question that has been haunting you. The longer you keep this secret, the harder it will be to face the consequences and find a resolution.

You take the bag and head to the bathroom. Filled with anxiety and hope, you follow the instructions carefully and lay out the multitude of tests you had on the counter.

You sat on the edge of your bathtub, biting down onto your knuckles as you awaited for some form of answer, but your wait was swiftly interrupted by a knock on your door.

Startled by the knock on the door, you quickly stand up, leaving the pregnancy tests on the counter. Your heart races, wondering who could be at your door at a time like this. The interruption adds another layer of tension to an already overwhelming situation.

Your heart almost stops as you peek through the peephole, it’s Deku and he’s holding many brown bags. You want to ignore his knocks, pretend like you weren’t home. But he calls out for you.

“I know you in there. Just open up please.”

Despite the fear inside you demanding you to say no, you opened the door to your friend. “Hey.”

"Hey, Izuku," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "What brings you here?"

Izuku shifts nervously, his gaze flickering from your face to the ground and back again. "I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been answering my calls or messages," he says, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I was really concerned. Are you okay?"

You swallow hard, the weight of your secret pressing heavily upon you. You're not ready to face the potential consequences and the impact it may have on your relationship with him.

"I... I've just been dealing with some personal stuff," you manage to say, though your voice quivers slightly. "I needed some time alone."

Izuku's concern deepens, and he steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Y/n, you know you can always talk to me, right? I'm here for you."

His words are filled with sincerity, and a part of you longs to open up and let him in. But the fear of his reaction and the uncertain future holds you back. You can't bear to lose his friendship, especially not now. You change the subject.

“What cha got there?” You point to the brown bags in his hands.

“Oh- these, some grocery, figured we could make some dinner together.” He says sweetly, walking inside and placing the bags onto the countertop. “I got all the ingredients to make your favorite.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you step closer to inspect the contents of the bags. Izuku's gesture brings a sense of comfort and normalcy to the moment.

As you unpack the groceries together, a sense of ease settles over the room. Throughout the cooking process, conversation flows easily between you. You discuss everyday topics, while he shares villain stories, and engage in laughter that momentarily lifts the weight from your heart.

“You should have seen Mei’s face, she looked more pissed than Bakugou” you chuckle as you chop the carrots. Izuku's laughter is warm, his peace bringing the same butterflies you felt in highschool to your stomach.

"She does have that fiery temper, doesn't she? It must have been quite a sight." He says, standing over by the large pot. You glance over at him, he looks silly with the apron you forced him to wear, but you couldn’t love him any less. It's in these moments that you realize how much you cherish his presence and the connection you share. But there is something important hanging in the air between you.

But for now, you choose to enjoy the simplicity of the present, relishing in the familiar banter that has always made your friendship special. Until a sharp pain shoots through your finger as your hand slips and the knife almost chops your thumb off.

“Shit!” You curse at the pain, holding your hand up and seeing the crimson blood flow out the wound.

“What happened?” Izuku turns around immediately, grabbing a paper towel to help you with the bleeding. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

“The bathroom,” you say, putting pressure on the wound as he leaves the kitchen and walks down the hallway. The pain throbs through your finger, causing you to wince, but none of that matters when you remember what you had laid out in the bathroom.

The pregnancy test!

You follow Izuku's hurried footsteps with your eyes, cursing him in your mind for his quickness. The pain in your injured finger momentarily fades into the background as your thoughts are consumed by the pregnancy tests laid out in the bathroom. But it’s too late.

He’d paused in the bathroom doorway, eyes set on the multiple pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. You peaked over his broad shoulder, they still had yet to show results.

Izuku turns his head slightly, glancing at you with surprise, concern, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but the words seem to escape him, lost in the moment. His brows furrowed in confusion, searching for an explanation that you have yet to give.

He finally summons the courage to speak. “You’re pregnant?”

“I-I don’t know yet,” you mutter.

He’s fully turned around now, looking at you with an intense eye. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me? If you thought I wouldn’t take responsibility-”

“Wait- you remember that night?” The words escape your lips before you can stop yourself.

Izuku's expression softens. "Yes, I remember," he replies, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've been trying to reach out to you, to talk about it, but you've been avoiding me."

Guilt gnaws at you, and you lower your gaze, unable to meet his eye. "I didn't know how to face you, Izuku. I was scared and confused. I took advantage of you…."

“Took advantage?” He repeats humorously. “Y/n…I was well aware of what I was doing. If anything, I took advantage of you.”

Now you were at a loss for words. You stutter as the guilt and self-blame that had been weighing heavily on you start to dissipate. “No, no, it was a side effect, from the VR.”

“Well, maybe it influenced me,” he shakes his head. “But it was you I had in that simulation, and when I saw you in the room with me, I couldn’t help myself.”

You stand there, stunned by Izuku's words. "Izuku," you say. "I didn't know. I thought I had crossed a line, that I had taken advantage of you."

He reaches out, gently wiping away a tear from your cheek. A wave of warmth spreads through your chest. The barriers that had kept you apart crumble, and a renewed sense of closeness envelops you both.

But the moment is interrupted by a loud beep from one of the electronic tests you had bought. With a quick glance at each other, you both swiftly made your way back into the bathroom, each test fading in a result.

Not Pregnant.

You could almost pass out from the relief you felt, another tear slipping out your eye. You begin to laugh at yourself, a self-deprecating laugh.

Izuku puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close. “What’s so funny?”

“I was so stressed out for nothing,” you say with a sigh. “I literally thought my life was over.”

He pouts, “and what’s so life ruining about being pregnant with my kid?”

You can't help but chuckle at Izuku's playful response, his words easing the tension that had built up inside you. You lean into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort enveloping you.

"You're right," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Being pregnant with your child doesn't sound so bad after all."

“Great.” He says, lifting you up easily into his arms. “Then you won’t mind trying again.”

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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3K follower Boba shop event-My hero academia edition

Inspo:bestbakubros

Guidelines

Start: March 1st 2023 End: March 20 2023

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Order:

Size

Base

Flavor

Topping

Dessert

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Size:

Small-Headcanon

Large-Imagine

Base:

Milk tea-fluff

Green tea-angst

fruit tea-Smut

Flavor:

brown sugar-Shoto todoroki

Matcha -Izuku midoriya/Deku

Strawberry-Mina ashido

Green Apple-Tsuyu asui

Orange-Tenya Iida

Lemon-Denki kaminari

Lychee-Eijiro kirishima

vanila-Mezou shoji

Plum-Kyouka Jiro

Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu

Taro-Tamaki Amajiki

blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami

Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki

Watermelon-Himiko Toga

blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki

Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami

Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi

Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu

Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso

acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata

Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama

Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan

Raspberry-Mei Hatsume

Topping:

Boba-Gender neutral

Popping boba-Female

Jelly-Male

Dessert:

Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss

Macarons- “I love you”

Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

Cannoli-hero x villain

Tarts-“Come back to bed”

cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!"

Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Brownie-Cuddling

cake pop-Sick

S’mores-Birthday

Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”

Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”

Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Churro-“You promised!”

Cinnamon Twist-Praise

Cookie Dough-Patching them up

Cotton Candy-Wedding

Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”

Caramel Popcorn-spy

Carrot Cake-Fake dating

Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”

Waffle-only one bed

Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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i spy with my little eye | (s)

inspired by this drabble.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: smut

words: 3.6k

summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it

warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language

“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”

Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”

He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)

“What are you looking at?”

Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.

“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already.

“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”

Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.

“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.

Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.

Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.

“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”

Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”

“Yep, see ya!”

The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.

It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated.

He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere.

“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”

“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.

Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.

Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.

You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful.

Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.

“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”

Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?

He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.

You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink.

“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?”

He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears.

Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand.

Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences.

It’s not enough, though.

The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel.

This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself.

Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”

Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.

Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.)

“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”

“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.”

Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.

The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.

“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.

Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.

Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.

The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest.

His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.

Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?

He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles.

“Shitty hair.”

You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.

“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”

“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.

He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.

He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.

“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”

Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.

You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.

You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.

“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”

“Oh.”

Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”

His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.

“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.

An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.

He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado.

“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.

“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."

You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”

Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.

The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes.

The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.

You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with.

“Kirishima…”

“Call me Eijirou.”

Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)

It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.

“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”

Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.

“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”

You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff.

Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.

“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”

Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? This is for me.”

Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers.

“Who do you want?”

Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”

“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?”

The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.

He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.

“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity.

Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.

Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he’s forced to take it all.

Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk.

His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.

“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”

Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”

Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes.

“But you have to fuck her!”

Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.

“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”

You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.

“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.

“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”

Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.

Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself.

He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.

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sukislady · 2 years

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sending your girlfriend horny memes out of the blue

ft. ochaco uraraka, mina ashido, momo yaoyorozu, kyoka jiro, tsuyu asui, mei hatsume

cw. smut. absolute smut. plus sending memes back to back with mei

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 3 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Izuocha #♥#Izuocha #Bakucamie #Todomomo #🎈#✨#⚤#R:G #A:Nanaloveskiri #Fluff

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Hello! I’m a 19 y/o genderfluid person. I’m looking for a fandom romance plot? I’m looking for someone 18+ to play one or more (if you played two or more it would either be a love triangle or poly relationship, we can talk about which would be preferred) characters for my oc. If discussed, I’m not opposed to doubling up. I’d play a girl OC. Please be open to smut with build. I will not do bxb smut. This will have mainly romance and drama in it. No one liners. I’d like at least 1 paragraph and for it to be in 3rd person. I don’t have any specific plot in mind, but I’m down to discuss one. I’ll definitely take suggestions for how you want the plot to go and we can brainstorm more ideas together. I roleplay mainly on discord, but I am new to roleplaying on there, so if you’d prefer somewhere else, that can be discussed. Like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out!

The fandoms I do and who my character can be paired with (beware, there’s a lot, I’ll put a ❤️ next to characters I prefer):

-Haikyu (Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Kenma Kozume❤️, Tetsurō Kuroo, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryūnoske Tanaka❤️, Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara❤️, Tooru Oikawa❤️, Hajime Iwaizumi❤️, Keiji Akaashi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima❤️, Chikara Ennoshita, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō❤️, Eita Semi, Kenjirō Shirabu, Kentarō “Mad Dog” Kyōtani, Akira Kunimi, Morisuke Yaku, Yūtarō Kindaichi, Taketora Yamamoto, Yūji Terushima, Lev Haiba, Tsutomu Goshiki❤️, Issei Matsukawa, Atsumu Miya❤️, Shinsuke Kita, Rintarō Suna, Osamu Miya, Kanji Koganegawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Takanobu Aone, Kenji Futakuchi, and Kiyoko Shimizu)

-My Hero Academia (MHA) (Shouta Aizawa, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida, Ochaco Uraraka❤️, Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Kyoka Jirou, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou❤️, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu, Dabi❤️, Hitoshi Shinsou❤️, Hawks❤️, Tamaki Amajiki, Mei Hatsume, Neito Monoma❤️, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mezou Shoji, Natsuo Todoroki, Spinner, Miruko, Himiko Toga❤️)

-Fruits Basket (Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Isuzu “Rin” Sohma, Kyo Sohma❤️, Shigure Sohma❤️, and Kakeru Manabe)

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#haikyuu roleplay #haikyuu rp #my hero academia roleplay #my hero academia rp #fruits basket roleplay #fruits basket rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc x cc #dead dove

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dabislilbaby · 2 years

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I Will Always Find You

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Dabi x f!Reader

A/N: I would just like to say. I don't understand why a minigun is called a minigun when there's absolutely nothing "mini" about it.😐

When I was picturing this scene in my head, I knew what the imagery was that I wanted to create, but I didn't know what the weapon was called. Googled it. And I was upset bc I was worried that my imagery wouldn't come across the right way since the name didn't match what it looked like😭 so I hope ya'll know what I'm talking about when I mention it lmao

Also, idk how often this is used or not but just in case, I wanna clarify that v/n means villain name :) or just use ur real name if you want lol

Anywaysss, as always feedback is appreciated and I hope u guys enjoy❤️

@haru-x-ren

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, kissing, groping, fingering choking, biting, hair pulling, rough/aggressive, begging, dacryphilia, praise kink mentions of blood and bruising.

Summary: After a mission gone-wrong, Dabi is taken away into police custody and you don't see him again for 3 years. When you do, he's a little different. Reconsidering his villain path and how it affects you. But most importantly, he's needy to feel what he's been missing out on for so long.

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Y/N quirk: "Vision". When activating your quirk, you can see and hear thru objects that abstruct your view. For example, you can see thru a wall and listen to the conversation happening in the other room as if you were standing there yourself. Your irises glow (any color you'd like) when activated. It's not a very flashy quirk but very useful to your partner in crime. It makes getting Intel so much easier as well as thoroughly planning out attacks. But to make up for the lack of flashiness, y/n likes to tinker with support items, much like Hatsume.

"Ready?" Dabi asked, raising a brow. You nodded your head with a big smile on your face. "You remember the signal?"

"You should know better than to come at us alone" You recited the line the two of you had gone over multiple times, mocking his tone of voice. The corner of his lips turned up into a small smirk. "Good girl." He paused, adjusting the metal cuffs on his sleeves. "Alright, let's go make some chaos, baby" he pressed a heavy kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping towards the door of the large building. You lifted your right arm that held a device you made yourself, strapped to your wrist. A grappling hook released from the small cannon and hooked on to a ledge a few floors up. "Hey" you called out to him one last time. He turned his head to look at you. "Be careful, okay?" He smiled at you in a way that said "don't worry, everything will be okay." And he gave you a wink. With that, you clicked the button on the inside of your gloved palm, sending you up to where your device was hooked to.

Once you reached the ledge, you peeked thru the window, assuring that no one was in the room. Thankfully, the window was unlocked so you didn't have to make any extra noise by breaking the glass. Once you slipped thru the window, you snuck out of that room and into an empty hallway. You'd memorized the floor plan for this building, determining that a small broom closet on the second floor was right above where Dabi would be. You found said broom closet, double checking to make sure no one was there to see you. You closed the door to the small, compact room. You pulled out another, bigger device from your backpack. The one you always had on hand at every mission, full of all your little projects. This weapon is about as big as your torso, and very powerful. You position the legs of the weapon on the floor, and raise your hand to your neck. You press a small button on your necklace. Dabi's matching one vibrated against his collar bone, alerting him that you were in position. You activated your quirk, looking thru the floor and seeing the small group of people below. Pro-Heroes Kamui Woods and GunHead were in the room, surrounded by a few smaller up-and-coming heroes.

You watched as Dabi waltzes into the room below, catching the attention of the heroes. You angled your weapon so that once it breached the floor, it was headed straight at the two pros. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Dabi spoke in a cocky tone of voice. That attitude of his you loved so much. "Dabi!" Kamui called out. He began to extend his tree-like arm in an attempt to capture him before he had a chance to attack, but Dabi was too quick. He immediately put up a wall of blue flames, separating him and the pro Heros. "Come on now. You should know better than to come at us alone." That was your cue. You pulled back the lever on the weapon in front of you, and hit the small red button on the side. There was a loud noise and you knew you had breached the floor. Your hit evidently missed GunHead, who had stepped out of the way only moments before, but hit Kamui head on.

He was on the floor, bleeding, and missing an arm. He cried out in pain and you grabbed the weapon, dropping thru the whole you had created. Once you landed with your knees bent, you stood up straight right next to Dabi. You grabbed the handle on the side of your weapon, holding it like a minigun and aiming it in their direction. You pulled the lever back in its original position, switching the weapon to rapid fire. You smiled wide. "Miss me?" GunHead started shooting in your direction, but Dabi was quick to extend the blue wall. Surrounding you both in flames. This was so none of the heroes could see you and pin point your exact location in the room. Of course a heros first priority is to keep people safe, so you knew full well that he wouldn't fire aimlessly into a room full of people without a definite target. But with your quirk, you could see thru the flames just fine. You immediately started firing your large weapon at the heroes, taking them all down so easily.

You and Dabi made a great team. When the two of you met, you were just joining the league of villains. Tho he had already been a member for well over a year at that point. Dabi trusted no one. But he somehow opened his cold, chained up heart and came to trust you immensely. Almost more than he trusted himself even. The two of you were true partners in crime. Creating more chaos together then either of you ever could have under the control of the league. You both had become feared among the majority of the population, with your relentless attacks against hero society.

We'll bring them all to their knees.

Something that had become almost a motto for you and Dabi. And neither of you could have ever imagined getting as far as you have.

As soon as you thought you're mission was over. Goal accomplished and message sent, someone came busting thru the wall to your left. An unexpected participant. You didn't have much time to react as you watched the hero students from U.A. coming in your direction. "Shit." You mumbled under your breath.

Dynamite was the first to charge you head on, throwing a blast that knocked you across the room. Deku wasn't far behind, managing to land a blow on Dabi. He got to his feet quickly and started fighting the young hero. Throwing balls of fire at him left and right.

You didn't plan for this. The two of you were supposed to be gone by the time any more heroes showed up. It threw you off and suddenly you couldn't focus. Dynamite charged at you again and suddenly a wave of blue flames knocked him from your trajectory. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" You heard Dabi scream as he threw Dynamite away from you. The look on his face was demonizing. He was angry. Angry that anyone dared to lay a hand on you. You were his. And he was extremely protective over what belonged to him. You were the only real home he'd ever known. And he'd be damned if he was gonna let some punk kid hurt you.

Shit was going south. You watched, tucked in a corner, as the look on Dynamite's face shifted to something more psychotic. "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU, SCAR FACE" He screamed, charging at Dabi. You finally come to your senses as you realize your boyfriend is facing two heroes all by himself. You start to internally panic, but keep your calm on the outside. You stagger to grab the weapon you dropped when being flung across the room. You aimed it high, rampaging the two of them with hot bullets. It distracted them just enough for Dabi to blast them both backwards and put up another wall of flames. You grabbed his arm and rushed out of the building. As soon as the two of you get just a few feet away from the building, you pressed another button that was hidden in the waist band of your pants, connected to your belt. It set off all of the bombs you hid in the building a few days prior. Dabi groaned in pain as you pulled him into a back alley way. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you doll?" He coughed on his words, spitting up blood in the process. "That should buy us some time, but not much." He clenched his abdomen where you noticed blood was starting to pool on his white shirt.

"shit, baby are you okay?" You put your hand over his on the wound. He coughed again. "I'm fine, but you gotta get outta here." Your gaze left his bloody torso and met his half-lided blue eyes. "What?" You said, confused. "I think they went this way!" You heard a faint voice calling in the distance. Dabi heard it too. His expression was unreadable. "You have to-" he coughed up more blood. "You have to go y/n."

"What? No! Touya I'm not leaving you here!" He was quick to retort. "I said GO!" He yelled at you. "...I'll be alright." His voice switched to a softer tone. You looked at him with wide eyes, a tear falling from one of them. "I'll find you, okay?" He put his hand to your cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "I will always find you." He kissed your forehead with a heavy breath from his nose.

"Now leave and get somewhere safe, please." He pushed you away, and as he said those words, a few more heroes came around the corner into the alley way. Without taking even a second to hesitate, Dabi bursted out the biggest cloud of blue flames you'd ever seen him make. He was straining himself, pushing far past his limit. You could see it on his face. "GO!" He screamed. You didn't have time to think so you did as he asked. You ran.

You made it behind a building and used your grappling hook to get to the roof. Once on the rooftop, you peered over the edge. You weren't ready to leave him there, not yet. Even if he did beg you to go.

You watched as Dabi continued to push himself, and suddenly his flames died out, black smoke pouring from his skin. Dabi slumped over and fell to his knees. You were confused for a moment, and then you realized. You watched Erasure, hair defying gravity and eyes glowing red, wrapped Dabi in his white scarf. Dabi didn't have the energy to resist. He was badly hurt, and now vulnerable without his quirk. Tears began to well in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your hand, not daring to make a sound.

Dabi smirked with his head hanging low. "Long time no see, old friend." Erasure stepped closer to him. "Where is she?" Dabi stayed silent. Erasure tightened the hold on him, making him groan in pain. "Where. Is. She." He demanded, punctuating every word. Dabi laughed hysterically, lifting his head to meet Erasure's gaze. He spit blood in his face before he finally answered. "You'll never find her."

You heard the sound of a helicopter and frantically hid behind some stacked crates on the rooftop. Your breathing was shaky as you rummaged thru your bag, grabbing a black hoodie and quickly pulling it over your head so you couldn't be recognized immediately. Tears stained your cheeks as you thought about Dabi, down there all by himself. Sacrificing his freedom to protect you.

You managed to make it home, undetected. You walked into the little hideout that you and Dabi shared. It felt...empty...coming home without him. When you stepped thru the door, you noticed that one of you had left the tv on before heading out on your mission. The news was plastered on every channel.

Footage of Dabi being put in quirk-canceling cuffs and thrown into the back of a police car, hauled away to God knows where. The headline read "Infamous villain, Dabi, finally taken into police custody." You sat down on your couch, listening to what the female reporter had to say.

"Today there was yet another attack on a hero agency. This time pro Heroes GunHead and Kamui Woods falling victim to this week's attack." The camera panned to an ambulance with Kamui being lifted in on a gurney. You had a small smile at the sight of the hero, helpless and in pain. "There have been no deaths reported this time, but many injuries, including Kamui, Woods being badly injured in the attack." The camera panned back to the female reporter. "U.A. hero students, Deku and Dynamite, thankfully we're nearby on patrol when the attack occurred. The villain Dabi was captured by Erasure and is currently being taken down to the station for questioning." You sighed as the screen switched to someone's cellphone recording of Dabi being put in the police car again. "Whereabouts of his partner, v/n, are still unknown. Police are currently not releasing much more information than that. Stay tuned for more updates on the situation." The tv switched to a commercial. You put your elbows on your knees and buried your face in your palms. You gave a deep, pained sigh, letting a tear fall from your eyes, picturing Dabi right before his flames gave out. He fought so hard to give you a chance to get away. And in a way, you knew that was him reminding you how much he loved you.

You had a realization. Now that they had Touya...they wouldn't stop looking until they got you too. You wiped away your tears and walked into the bedroom you shared with Dabi. His clothes were still strewn all over the floor from that morning, bed still unmade. His phone charger still sprawled across the nightstand and his shirt that you slept in laying on the mess of sheets.

You walked past it all, not wanting to think about it. You dug thru your closet, finding a dark blue suitcase and a matching duffle bag. You began to pack it full of things. Clothes, toiletries, your tools and a few other items. You went into the back of your closet and removed the part of the wall that led to a hidden compartment. You grabbed the large stacks of cash and the fake ID's the two of you had prepared Incase you needed to run. You left his, and a couple stacks of cash there, just in case.

You threw all of the things in your bags and stared at his shirt that laid on the bed. It was his favorite shirt. For no other reason than the fact that you bought it for him. Even tho you ended up wearing it far more than he did, but he didn't mind. You grabbed the shirt and held it up to your nose. His scent was prominent on it.

No matter how many times you washed it, or how many times you wore it, the smell of him lingered on the fabric. You decided to take it with you, throwing it in your bag with everything else. You grabbed the burner phone you kept in your night stand and shoved it in your pocket. Then proceed with removing the SD card from your current phone and powering it off.

As you walked back out into the living room, you heard the news still going. The reporter was holding a microphone to the two young heroes. "WHEN I FIND THAT PSYCHO BITCH IM GONNA KILL HER!" Dynamite yelled into the mic, raging. Deku pulled him back by the arm. "Uh I- I think what Dynamite means is that we're gonna do our best to find v/n and keep this city safe" He beamed into the camera. You picked up the remote and turned off the tv before leaving out the back.

It was getting late and the sun was starting to set. You pulled your hood over your head and put on a face mask. You would have put on sunglasses too, but that would be suspicious at this time of day.

You walked to the nearest convenience store. Not very many people were inside, but just enough for you to be cautious. You quickly grabbed a few snacks and drinks, a bottle of ibuprofen and a box of hair dye. once up to the counter, you fake coughed a few times. Attempting to make them not question why you were wearing a face mask. You put all your stuff on the counter and picked a pack of gum from the lower shelf, as well as a blue lighter from the case next to you. "Can I get a pack of those too, please?" You pointed to a box of cigarettes behind the cashier. They turned, grabbing what you asked and scanning it. "Going on a trip?" The cashier gestured to the suitcase next to you, making small talk as they continued to scan the rest of your things. "Uh, yeah. Going home from visiting my parents." You lied. They just nodded their head and put all of your items in a bag.

"three thousand yen" they spoke, looking up at you. You pulled out your wallet and paid in cash. You headed out the door quickly with your bag, on your way to the nearest subway station.

You got there just in time for the last train to show up. You went up to the ticket counter, doing another fake cough like you did in the convenience store. "One ticket for Hiroshima please." You slid the money in the whole of the bullet proof glass, already knowing how much the ticket would cost. He handed you the ticket, not paying much attention to you. The train arrived shortly after and you got on with a small group of people.

You found yourself a seat in a back corner somewhere where there weren't very many people. Once your ass hit the seat, you let out an exhausted sigh, followed by a yawn. You check the time on your burner phone. It was 11:30 pm. You got comfortable and prepared for your 8 hour train ride out of the city.

This was a back up plan you and Dabi always had in case you ever needed an out. Neither of you ever thought you'd need to use it, but still kept it ready to go just in case. Although...you never thought you'd be sitting on this train without him.

You stared out of the window as the train began to move. Now that you had finally stopped moving, your adrenaline was wearing off and your entire body started to feel sore from being thrown across the room earlier in the day. You reached into your bag and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and Gatorade you just bought. You pulled down your mask and popped two pills in your mouth, taking a swig of the drink. You swallowed the pills and relaxed into your seat. Before long you ended up passing out from pure exhaustion and an adrenaline crash.

By the time you woke up, nearly all of the people that got on the train with you were gone, and it was an entirely new group of people. The sun was shining through the glass window, it was morning. You checked your phone. 7am.

"Next stop, Minami Ward, Hiroshima Prefecture." You heard a female voice call over the speaker. Your stomach was screaming at you, having not eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. You reached into your bag and grabbed the chips you'd bought at the convenience store.

After finally making it to your stop, you found a nearby motel, showing them your fake ID and paying for the room in cash. Once in your room you turned on the tv, searching for all the news channels. You were desperately trying to find anything about Dabi, but there was nothing. But you weren't completely surprised, why would any news channels cover something happening 7 prefectures away?

You were tempted to look it up yourself, but you didn't think it was safe yet to power up your cellphone. You dug thru your bag again, pulling out the box of hair dye you bought. You went into the motel bathroom and sighed. You opened the box, dumping its contents onto the counter. You didn't bother reading the instructions and just started mixing the products that you knew went together.

You stepped out of the shower, droplets of false color running down your skin. You stood in front of the sink and stared into the mirror at your new look. You felt your necklace vibrate, and out of habit you got excited. Did he manage to get away? Was he coming to find you? You pressed the button and vibrated it back. You waited a few seconds and hit it again. Still nothing. Your expression saddened, realizing that he was probably still in cuffs and with the police.

You'd hoped he'd have a plan and would come to find you soon, however long "soon" was.

~3 years later ~

It's been a long time since you've seen Dabi. After about 3 weeks, you bought a new phone and stopped using the burner. You went online and looked up the incident in Musutafu. The number of headlines and articles about Dabi being arrested were countless. You found out that they sentenced him to life in prison for all the people he's killed and destruction he's caused. There were YouTube videos of him in court and they made you cry. You knew you'd never be able to see him again and it shattered your heart. But there wasn't anything you could do about it.

After leaving the city, you spent a couple weeks at the motel. You considered getting back in the game after a while but it just didn't feel right without Dabi by your side. So you eventually settled on just living like a normal person. You got a job and an apartment with your new identity. All of your coworkers and neighbors have no idea who you truly are. They think you are some quirkless girl with a big family back home. The exact opposite of the truth. You hated this version of yourself but it was your best and only option. You'd gotten used to it after a while and after 3 years, it just became normal.

It was a Tuesday. It was like any other day. Wake up, go to work, come home, and do it all over again. It was late, around midnight when you'd finally started to be on your way home. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just go to bed. As you were getting in your car, you felt your necklace vibrate. You always wore it because it, and his shirt were the only things that you had. You paused. This necklace hadn't vibrated in years. You put your hand on the necklace and you were about to hit the button to vibrate it back, but you didn't. You knew it wasn't him. There was no way it could have been him. The battery must have been acting up, or it's just shorting out because it's old. You made up excuses and waved it off like nothing. You ignored it and just headed on your way home.

You unlocked your apartment door and you walked in, it was freezing. Maybe you left a window open? Or forgot to turn the thermostat up before leaving? You flipped the light switch and set your bag down on the kitchen counter, throwing your keys next to it. You walked into the small hallway next to the kitchen and checked the thermostat. "63 degrees? Jesus" you mumbled outloud to yourself. As you were turning up the temperature, you heard something. It sounded like a groan coming from the other room. You froze. Was there someone in your apartment??

You turned around and activated your quirk that you haven't used in over a year. You peered into the living room, thru the wall. The lights were off. You saw that the window was open, and the silhouette of a person on your couch. You started to panic a little. You stepped back into the kitchen and grabbed one of your biggest knives.

You held the knife in front of you defensively and walked slowly back into the hallway. You turned the corner and quickly flipped the lights. You froze as the intruder on your couch raised his head to look at you. Your breath got caught in your throat and a tear fell from one of your eyes.

"Hey doll, miss me?" His words were strained and he clenched his abdomen in pain. You immediately dropped the knife, making a thud when it hit the carpeted floor. You ran over to the couch and landed on top of him, pulling him into the tightest hug imaginable. He groaned in pain, and you tried to pull away, realizing that you hurt him. But he wouldn't let you go. He tightened his hold on you and pulled you back into him, letting you know that he didn't care about the pain and just wanted to hold you.

You sobbed into his chest and he caressed your hair. You lifted your head to look at him. "How are you-" you began, but he answered before you finished. "You didn't think I'd let them keep me locked up forever, did you doll?" He smirked. You paused before asking him another question. "How did you find me?" You sniffled. He raised his hand to your face and wiped away your tears with the back of his knuckle. "Like I said, I will always find you." He pulled your face to his, forcing you to push up on your toes, and pressed a kiss to your lips. His hand tangled in the back of your hair and pulled you in to deepen the kiss. You relaxed your weight on him and he groaned again. You pulled away from the kiss and this time he let you. "You're hurt" you stood from the couch. He sat up straight, holding his abdomen again. "It's nothing serious, just got a little beat up on my way out" he laughed and then groaned in pain again. "Come here, let me help" you held out your hand and his gaze lifted to meet yours. He sighed and took your hand as he stood from the couch. He let you lead him to the bathroom. You tapped the counter top twice, signalling for him to take a seat while you dug thru the cabinet for your first aid kit.

Dabi sat up on the counter and proceeded to take off his shirt, letting out yet another groan when he lifted his arms. You looked over, and your face turned a light shade of pink. It had been so long since you'd seen him, and you were still just as attracted to him as you used to be. He leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes, relaxing his previously tense muscles. You took out all the supplies you needed and set them on the counter next to where he was. Your eyes roamed his torso, noticing all of the dark purple bruises that littered the healthy portions of his skin. The small drips of blood that leaked from where it was sewn together. You grabbed a soft wash cloth and soaked it in warm water. You leaned over him and gently cleaned the blood. He opened his eyes and they roamed your features, studying you. "You look different." His voice was calm. Your eyes darted up to his for just a second before returning to his torso. "Yeah, so do you" you gestured to his now white hair from the lack of dyeing it while in prison.

a small smile crept up on his lips. "You still look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you, y/n." Your words got caught in your throat and your face turned red. All you could do was give him a smile while you put the bloody rag in the sink. You proceeded to put some pain revealing cream on all of his bruises, making him flinch in pain every time you put a little bit of pressure.

"There, that should help." You wiped off your hands with a clean rag and stood up straight. Without hesitation, he pulled you into another hug. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed tight, burying his head in your neck. "I missed you so much baby" his words sounded pained. You'd never heard him talk like that before. Like he was afraid to let you go. You leaned into the hug and kissed the skin on his shoulder where your head was buried. "I missed you too, Touya." He let out a deep sigh, hearing you call him that. You were the only person he allowed to use that name, or even knew about it, and he hadn't heard it since the last time he saw you. "Don't ever leave me like that again, okay?" A tear began to roll down your cheek. "I promise, I won't." He squeezed you a little tighter.

The two of you stayed that way for a little while before you finally pulled away. "You're probably starving, let me order some food." You wiped away the tears that stained your skin and walked out of the bathroom. Dabi hopped off the counter and followed close behind you. You made your way into the kitchen where you'd set your bag and began to rummage thru it, looking for your phone. "I know how much you like wings, and there's this chicken place around the corner that is just SO good." He watched as you opened your phone and started ordering food, smiling at your excitement.

"Oh my God, those were so good!" Dabi boasted about the food. "I know right? Some of the best wings I've ever had" you picked up both your plates and took them over to the sink, beginning to wash them. You heard him stand from his seat and begin to walk towards you. "I missed eating real food" he joked. You let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I don't imagine prison food tasted all that good." You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his chest press against your back. "You know what I missed even more tho?" His voice got quiet, almost a whisper. He pushed your hair aside and laid a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. Your face immediately flushed as you shut off the water. "W-what?" Your voice was a bit shaky. He immediately bit into the soft skin of your neck, forcing a whimper from your lips. "Those pretty sounds you used to make for me." He smirked against your skin and kissed the bite mark he left. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes as you felt his hands trail up the sides of your body. He grabbed at your hips and tugged you backwards into him, pulling your ass against the growing bulge in his pants. He kissed your neck again. "Every night, I pictured that adorable look on your face when I used to fuck you dumb." His voice was a low growl, digging his fingers into the Doughy skin at your hips. "Tell me, doll..." His hands slipped inside your shirt and his hips pushed you against the counter forcefully. "...how often did you think about me?" He found your breasts and palmed them thru your bra. "e-every day" you let out a small moan and leaned your head back against his shoulder. "Every s-single day Touya." Your face was bright red and you felt the slick gathering in your panties. You clenched your thighs together when you felt one of his hands push past the waist band of your pants and dip into your folds. You hadn't been touched in so long and his warm fingers felt like heaven. He rubbed slow circles around your clit and you pushed your ass against his crotch. Letting out small quiet whines as he worked your sensitive bud. Your hand curled around his arm and held on for support, gripping at his muscles. He loved the way your body responded to his touch, always so sensitive for him, and only him. He continued kissing your neck, marking his territory. "Can't wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours fuck-" he whispered in your ear, breathing out a small moan at the end just from the thought. "All mine" he growled, shoving two fingers inside of you and making you moan loud. He loved watching you whine and squirm under his touch. It was his favorite thing.

He continued shoving his fingers in and out of you, your first orgasm approaching quickly. Your body was slightly quivering and he wrapped an arm right under your breasts, keeping you up straight. He shoved his hand inside your bra and started twisting your nipple between his finger and thumb. He felt your walls clench around his digits and he knew you were close. He curved his fingers and that was enough to send you over the edge. "ngh- fuck!" You yelled, breathing heavy and continuing to moan as you rode out that orgasm, creaming all over his fingers. His pace slowed and then he pulled out of you. He dragged his hand out of you pants and shoved those two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. And you did so gladly. He smirked and whispered in your ear once more. "Always so good for me, even after all this time." He kissed the base of your ear and then gently tugged on your lobe with his teeth.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and turned you around to face him. He could tell your legs were a little weak, so his hands cupped the back of your thighs and he lifted you to straddle his waist. "let's finish this in bed" you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him as he carried you to your bedroom, peppering soft kisses on his neck the whole way there. You landed on the bed with him on top of you. He pressed a heavy kiss to your lips, shoving his wet tongue down your throat. Your hands snaked into his white hair, pulling him closer to you. The kiss was hungry, like you'd both been starving for each other the past 3 years. And you were. His hands slid inside your shirt again, fingers grazing over your familiar soft skin. He pulled your shirt over your head, and unclipped your bra, pulling it off as fast as he could so he could return his lips to yours. Once your breasts spilled free, both of his hands cupped them and squeezed while your tongue continued to dance with his.

He grinded against you, dragging his clothed erection across the growing wet spot on your pants. He moaned into the kiss, desperately looking for friction. He pulled away from you again, practically ripping your pants off. He threw them across the room and then eagerly removed his own.

When he pulled down his boxers, you watched as his dick bobbed under its own weight. The same piercings lining his shaft, just like you remembered. You bit your bottom lip, remembering what the metal bars felt like dragging against your walls. His lips crashed on yours yet again, like he couldn't get enough of you. You felt his tip slide against your wet folds, coating himself in the sticky liquid before you felt him breach your entrance. The sound he made while going in was heavenly. he gave a throaty moan, feeling you so tight around him. And you were indeed tight, not having felt him in so long. You whimpered as you felt his large member stretch you open to accommodate his size. Only half way in and you were already seeing stars. He pushed in more, bottoming out as you both cried out in pleasure. He didn't move for a minute, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside you. You flexed around him a few times, walls fluttering. He was trying desperately not to cum on the spot.

"Fuck I missed you so much ngh-" his words trailed off as his lips connected to your neck. He began to pull out of you, struggling bc of how tight you gripped him. He moved slow at first but it didn't take him very long to grow impatient. He stood on his knees and grabbed your legs, pushing them as far up as they would go, folding you in half. You cried out very loud as he began an ungodly pace. "Nghuh fuck- oh fuck-" he whimpered, wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed tight and your breath caught in your lungs. Your mouth opened wide, letting out strained moans of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he leaned over you, spitting in your mouth. You swallowed it and then stuck your tongue out for another, which he graciously gave you. Normally, he didn't rush. He'd edge you and make you beg him to fuck you. But right now? He felt like 3 years was a long enough wait and both of you deserved to feel good.

He was approaching an orgasm quickly, and the way he was abusing your g-spot, you were not far behind. "Ugh fuck- Touya, please I'm g-gonna- NGH-UH!" You screamed, cutting yourself off with the massive orgasm that plagued your body. The way you cried out for him sent him over the edge and he filled you to the brim with his white, sticky cum. You both panted heavily as his pace slowed just a bit. He removed his hand from your throat, leaving a bit of a bruise behind. He leaned down to kiss you again, not as aggressive this time. "I'm not done with you just yet, doll" he pulled out of you and flipped you over on your stomach. He watched the cum leak out of you and groaned at the sight, making his dick twitch and stay hard. Feeling a bit more satisfied from one orgasm, he decided to tease you a bit. He rubbed his tip over your clit, ghosting over your entrance. You moaned and pushed backwards, trying desperately to get him back inside you. He smacked your ass hard, making you yelp and turning the skin red. He squeezed it with both hands, kneading it like dough before smacking it again. Tears started to well in your eyes and you pushed back on him again. "I w-want more" you whined. He continued to rub against your clit. "What's the magic word?" He teased. "P-please" you said quietly. You felt him grab a chunk of your hair and yank you backwards. "say it like you mean it doll," the tears fell down your cheeks as you cried out for him. "PLEASE! Please ngh-" before you even got to finish your words, he was buried all the way in you once again. "Good girl" he praised, pounding into you. The sound of slapping sweating skin filled the room along with your cries of pleasure and his loud moaning. He held on tight to your hair and smacked your ass again and again. The sensation he was creating was overwhelming and another orgasm was coming fast. The squelching sound of your already cum filled pussy being pummeled was getting louder.

He leaned over you, pushing your face into the mattress, his chest flush with your back. He reached around and started rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your walls tighten around him and you screamed out again. "That's right baby, cum all over my dick fuck-" He sped up, making your orgasm last longer then it should have. He whined as you milked him and he reached his second orgasm. He repeated a sting of curses as he filled you up once more. Watching it pour out past him at the sheer amount that he released. You continued to cry and whine, still coming down from the last little bit of your climax. He pulled out of you slowly, he felt so sensitive. You were absolutely weak beneath him, just the way he liked it. That same adorable fucked-out expression he remembered plastered all over your face. He ran his hand over your ass, giving the red skin a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left the room and came back with a warm wash cloth. He continued to watch as your pussy pushed out all of his cum and watched it drip onto the sheets. He wiped it away and got you all nice and clean.

You were too fucked out to be coherent on your own, so he turned you back over to lay on your back, getting you under the blanket. He made sure the door was locked and the lights were off before coming back to the room.

By the time he came back, you'd gained a little bit of sense and could form words. He climbed into bed next to you and you snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arm around you and let you lay on his chest.

You could hear his steady heartbeat and it was the most comforting sound you'd ever heard. "Hey, Touya?" Your voice was quiet. "Yes doll?" He turned his focus to you. You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him. "Are you planning on getting back in the game?" You asked, referring to the devious things the two of you used to do together. He let out a sigh, thinking about his answer. "I think we should lay low for a while... But-" he paused, finding his next words. "I don't ever wanna put you in that kind of danger again. Or have to leave you again..." He sighed again, trying to figure out how to explain himself. He shifted a little bit, facing more towards you. "I don't wanna give up on our goal." He tucked some hair behind your ear. "But I wanna keep you safe. You are the most important thing to me, y/n" he gave you a weak smile. He didn't used to talk like this. Being in prison and away from you for so long must have really done something to him. You nodded your head and laid back on his chest, hearing his heart beat again. "I'll go wherever you go, so we'll figure it out together. But no matter what I'll still be by your side, okay?" You closed your eyes, getting comfortable. "Okay." He smiled, rubbing comforting circles on your shoulder. what did he do to deserve someone who was so loyal to him and willing to follow him anywhere. He didn't know, but he was happy he found you nonetheless.

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