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dorimena · 3 years

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I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

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kumzume · 3 years

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glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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Kinktober day 9

Camgirl w/ Enji Todoroki

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Listen. I don’t want to fuck Endeavor, I do not! I don’t care if by the end of this fic you’re like “damn Maddie seems a tad bit horny for flame-o-hot man,” it is not true. he’s stinky.

warnings: Sex work, cam show, masturbation, cum play, sugar daddy themes,

word count: 1,300 (about)

summary: If you ask any hero nerd they’ll tell you that Endeavor’s biggest weakness was over heating, but in reality his biggest weak spot was actually pretty girls

Enji was a rich man, which means he was allowed to be particular. He got the best of everything. Best of Food, Clothes, and Porn. God did he love some high-quality Porn.

He didn’t like the scripted stuff He preferred camgirls. He had gone through quite a few girls before settling on you. He liked how deceptively innocent you were, he almost felt dirty each time he watched you shed your innocent facade to fuck yourself stupid. Your schedule also matched his fairly well so he never had to miss a stream.

Enji got comfortable and watched the timer tick down until it finally hit zero and your face filled the screen.

Cute was the only way to describe your set up. Soft lighting and baby pink bedspread covered with stuffed animals and small throw pillows. you were dressed in white lingerie and matching stockings. He could see the outline of your nipples through the lacy white fabric, a promise of what was to come. you smiled and leaned closer to the camera letting everyone get a long look at your chest. “Hey everyone it’s been a while,” you purred sitting back on your knees. the messages came in steadily, horny men just like him waiting for you to give them a show.

I missed you, Baby girl

Is that a new set Princess? naughty

Hey Sweetie~

Enji never typed his own messages, it wasn’t worth the effort, but something was amusing about seeing others so desperate for your attention.

“Did you all miss me?” you asked cheekily pulling your full lower lip between your teeth, suddenly your face went cherry red, one of the messages catching you off guard.

“Of course I missed you all, I always cum so hard during these shows,” you mumbled squirming uncomfortably. Enji’s cock twitched hardening in his pants seeing you flush so cutely.

“What should I do first?” you asked reading the chat.

“take off your bra,” he muttered to himself. you seemed to read his mind trailed your hands up and down your chest, palming your breasts through the painfully thin fabric, your nipples hardened under your touch making Enji growl,

“tease,” he snapped, punching the donation button with one hand and pulling out his cock with the other. The comments were flooded with people begging for you to just do something. Enji stokes himself and watched as you finally reached for the clasp.

You undid your bra letting the straps fall from your shoulders. Your arm crossed in front of your chest catching the cups before they fell. Enji waited with bated breath as you slowly pulled the clothing away revealing the perfect globes of your breasts, topped with pebbled nipples. Fuck you were gorgeous.

your eyes skimmed the comments as you pinched and tugged at your breasts. You smirked and read one a loud “Take that pink pillow and hump it,”

This time you didn’t bother teasing your audience. you fit the tiny pink pillow between your leg and slowly rolled your hips. As cute as these panties were they did nothing to stop your wetness from leaking right onto the pillow.

You moaned at the feeling and dropped your head, hunching your body over the pillow.

“F-Fuck it feels so good,” you moaned biting your lower lip arching back showing off your body as you rutted your hips back and forth.

Your tits bounced with every thrust of your hips and Enji could see a dark spot forming on the little pillow.

“Should I cum on this pillow what do you think?” you panted

If it were just him, he would have edged you longer and made you beg to orgasm, but he was overwhelmed by people telling you to cum. you did as they asked claiming the first orgasm of the night. Enji grunted squeezing tighter around his own cock you were gorgeous when you came, your skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, your breasts heaving as you caught your breath. you pulled off your soaked panties showing the camera the dripping fabric.

The message board was filled with people begging to buy those panties from you, you smirked and slide the fabric into your mouth sucking your juices and moaning at the taste. Enji’s hand move on its own faster and faster up and down his cock imagining the taste of your wetness for himself.

“what next? you asked pushing your hair out of your face. you turned the camera a selection of toys, vibrators, but plugs and dildos but only one caught his eye

The Endeavor one

Use the Endeavor one

that big blue one

You picked up the heavy toy, easily ten inches long and as thick as a soda can with a bulge in the middle before tapering out at the base again, it was the same design as his hero costume, mostly blue with a flame design along the silicone balls. It was a special limited-time item, they had sold out in minutes, it seemed you had been lucky to get one. you slowly ran your fingers over the toy-like you were jerking it off, worshiping it with your hand.

“Big toy I don’t know if it’ll fit in me,” you whined, before reaching for a bottle of lube and slicking the cock. “You think He’s this big in real life?” you asked thoughtfully. then giggled “I’d pay for Endeavor to fuck me,” you bit your lower lip again “bet he’d fucken brake me,”

Enji gulped on the other side of the screen. the blood pounded in his ears. what a fucking coincidence. You fingered your pussy wide for the camera before lining the toy up with your hole.

“What do you say everybody should I put it in?” you asked only to be flooded with messages and donations.

Enji slowly slid his hand down the length of his shaft timing his motions to yours pretending it was his cock being shoved inside of you instead of that hunk of plastic. You took the length so well, the toy filling you up as you screamed in pleasure.

He muttered deft praise into the camera stroking you up in time with your own thrusts. He couldn’t help but imagine how well you would take his cock.

your head lolled to the side and you read the comments. Some telling you to rub your clit or show more of your ass, but one comment caught your eye. you couldn’t help but laugh

“if I’m going to fuck an Edevour toy I should call out his name too? is that what you want you freaks?” you snorted. the chat seemed to agree, you threw your head back and lifted your hips shoving your cunt into the camera as you fucked yourself.

“Endeavor Endeavor! Oh Fuck Endeavor,” you screamed. bucking your hips with a fever.

Enji had wanted to time his orgasm with yours but hearing you scream his name had made him cum on the spot. For a second he just looked at the sticky white substance as it dripped from his fingers. He hadn’t cum like that since he was a teenager. He cursed, the spell broken, and whipped up the spilled seed from his abdomin. He watched mesmerized as you shoved the cock, his cock, deeper and deeper into your drenched cunt until you reached your own climax. His cock was hard again, aching to be touched. He gulped and began palming his cock again.

“W-well I think that’s enough for uh for one show yeah?” you asked sounding completly wreaked before bidding your audience goodbye before shutting off the stream. Fuck, he’d never been blue balled like that. He grunted and slid into your private messages. He needed more, he needed to hear you moan for him again.

How much for a private show?

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todoroki + inasa

You are the luckiest girl in the world.

You must be. You have to be.

You hadn’t meant to catch two of them at once. You didn’t even think that one of them would want to stick around. Not with a civilian, at least, so below a Pro Hero’s class that it’s not even funny.

And yet, as you have long come to accept, both men, born of money, power, status, of refined tastes and the ability to have anything they could ever want, chose you to smother with affection.

You were shy at first, dancing around Shoto Todoroki’s attempts at taking you out, constantly keeping a hand on you, making sure your dresses sat right and that your hair was pinned correctly… because at the same time, you were also seeing Inasa Yoarashi, who would often try to overshadow Todoroki’s affection and care with the demand that you take a break from being someone’s show pony to sit on his lap and smother his face with pink chapstick kisses, meeting your lips every so often to give you tongue whenever he thought your attention was... elsewhere.

Both of them are needy for your affection, attention, anything… Desperate to love you the way that they wish they were, taken care of, unconcerned, such that they are now show-offs; the both of them always competing with each other for you to the point where you finally had to make the agreement you barely managed to work out between the three of you months ago.

They’d give you anything, everything you could ever want, if you only gave them your love.

And in your stupor, overwhelmed by gifts and kisses and the devotion of two attractive boys who wanted nothing more than to make you the happiest girl in the world, you found yourself unable to decide, saying that you wanted them both.

And since it was you, since it was love, they had agreed to share.

Inasa yoarashi has the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Inasa Yoarashi is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken.

And it’s currently shoved so far down your throat you’re sure you’ll be coughing up cum for a week.

You watch as his heavy chest heaves from where you kneel below him, your pretty, hickey-covered tits on display as you gag on his cock, one of his big hands resting on the back of your head, helping to steady your up and down bobbing as you do your best to give him the best blowie he’s ever had in his life.

His grin is wide, primal, eyes glazed over as he watches you take him, nose pressing into the knuckles of your hand as you attempt to stroke what your mouth cannot reach.

You are gorgeous, small compared to him, as practically everyone is, and he is delighted, enraptured at the sigh of you below him...

However, he is not the only one looking at you with hungry, impatient eyes, as the moment is ruined by a soft voice and even softer eyes.

“Move over,” says Todoroki, contrasting the loud lilt of Inasa’s own voice, a deep whine escaping his lips when you pull yourself off of his cock to flutter your eyelashes in Todoroki’s direction. You watch as he moves to take a spot at Inasa’s side, the hand that’s gripping the shaft of his aching cock telling you that he’s absolutely sick of waiting for his turn.

Though his dick is smaller, it’s not by much, and you can’t help but reach out to replace his hand with your own, giving his length a few pumps at least to prepare him for your mouth.

When you do start to take him, kissing his shaft before moving to suckle the tip, it’s not long before he’s hitting the back of your throat over and over, all the time you spent sucking off Inasa having prepared you for this moment.

And Todoroki can’t help but sigh, using one of his hands to smooth back your hair gently as Inasa desperately rubs the tip of his cock across your cheek while you work him, his large hand having moved from the back of your head to get himself off in the absence of your mouth.

“Baby,” he coos. “Look at me.”

He is almost desperate, always in the way he begs for your attention, as if one day Todoroki will steal you away for himself and never let him see you again, despite the fact that he never wants to make you sad and you love Inasa, too.

Though you’re still working Todoroki’s cock, you meet Inasa’s eyes, your crows feet wrinkling as you smile up at him in an attempt to soothe the aching pain of missing your mouth around his cock.

Todoroki, though ever the patient soldier, isn’t fond of your attention being elsewhere, at least in a moment of intimacy such as this, and he can’t help but puff up his chest.

“You’re distracting,” he complains, glaring at the ever-widening smirk that Inasa has on his face for stealing away your attention, before suddenly pulling out of your mouth with a pop.

Confused and panting, you knit your eyebrows together, before the hand Todoroki laid on your head moves to cup your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your bottom lip.

“Tongue out.”

Immediately you obey, letting the wet muscle dip past the curve of your lips, and it’s almost instantly that Todoroki presses his hips closer to your face, using the opportunity to slap his cock against your tongue, watching as your eyes roll back and drool drips down your chin.

“Pretty girl,” he coos sweetly, enjoying the warmth of your hands on his thighs while he savors the fleeting bits of your attention, aware of the way Inasa has started reaching out for your face again, as well.

“Back to me,” he says, almost dragging you away from Todoroki, your vision now blurred from the whiplash that comes with pleasing both of them.

With your tongue still out, you only hear the way he hawks before he’s leaning down and squishing your cheeks together. Letting a glob of spit drip from his mouth into yours, he watches as it bubbles in the back of your throat until he’s pressing his tongue against yours and letting your spit mix in an attempt to french you feverishly.

Though one might say that they’re too much, their hands and lips too bruising, their cocks too big to constantly be stuffed down your throat, and that nobody needs to be spoiled with the amount of money and power they spoil you with, you can’t help but feel so loved.

Especially when, after romantic escapades such as this one, Inasa always kisses the cum off your lips and Todoroki tucks you into bed.

“I like the pink one.”

Todoroki stands next to you in front of one of the luxury store’s well-polished shelves, watching as you worry your lip between your teeth, glancing back and forth between two designer bags.

“Why don’t we just get both,” Inasa says from behind you, fiddling with the tiny smartphone in his hands, stretched out on the white plush of one of the room’s couches, his massive form taking up almost the entire thing. “One from each of us.”

You nod, slowly, turning to glance between their faces, but Todoroki is quick to catch your attention and dip his face to yours in a kiss so as not to let you look at your other boy.

When he departs, your cheeks warm and his eyes intense, he plucks the pink leather bag off the shelf and plops it in your arms, the decision almost final.

However, you still can’t help the concerned look you sport.

“Shoto, it’s just... you got me a new purse last week.”

As if the air in the room is gone, everything is silenced at your words.

Todoroki’s eyes slide to your face, but Inasa is even quicker to respond.

“He did?!”

Instantly, as if he’s not 6’2 and almost 250 pounds of pure muscle, he’s at your side, thrusting the other little bag in your arms to match Todoroki, who has since crossed his arms at the gesture.

You can’t help but blush, once again squeezed between the both of them as they glower at each other, knowing that later, when all three of you are back at your apartment, a new purse in each of their arms, you are going to be sore tomorrow.

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