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bratinc · 2 days ago
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+ full piece. 2, 386 words.
+ contains. sero hanta x reader x denki kaminari.
+ warnings. threesome, fem reader, unprotected sex, creampies, anal, cunnilingus, praise kink, degradation, praise, face fucking, double penetration, competitive themes, slight dumbification.
+ note from val. both of them arguing have over who gets to fuck you really just.. damn.
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Your eyes were heavy as they attempted to stay trained on the colorful TV screen as your mind drifted further and further from the boring plot of the random sci-fi movie that Denki and Sero chose.
Your body was tangled up with theirs, legs intertwined, one person on top of the other, various arms wrapped around each other, yet it was comfortable, their presence making you feel at ease. Though, all of you were on the verge of collapse due to the lack of genuine entertainment.
Another yawn escaped your lips before Sero finally spoke up, “Denki, the movie you chose was shit dude. Seriously, what the fuck is even happening right now?”
He doesn’t bother answering instead giving Sero a lazy shrug. “No clue. I haven’t been watching since they got off the ship.”
You groan in response, tired of hearing their complaints. “If you guys are so bored, why don’t we find something else to do?”
“Yeah? like what? I don’t know if you guys know this but there aren’t a lot of places open at 3 in the morning.” Sero says, sitting up in the process giving you both a deadpan look.
Denki jokingly puts his arms around your shoulders and brings your face close to his. “I can think of a lot of things I’d like to do.” He spoke in a teasing tone but you knew he was serious, you could see the lust hidden in his eyes.
You feel his hand brushing up your leg, travelling up your thigh, moving closer and closer to your clothed core. His sensual touch made your breath hitch, your arousal beginning to build up. You knew what he wanted and maybe, just maybe, you’d give in to the temptation.
Just for tonight,
Without any warning you cup his face, pulling him into an unexpected kiss. His eyes widen as he lets out a sigh against your lips, the action surprising but not unwelcome.
His hands finding their way into your hair, the kiss making you feel breathless at the way he’s treating you like you’re made of glass. Never once tightening his grip, his soft touches only made you ache for more.
You pull away with a shaky breath, giving him a small smile as he stares at you with a dazed expression. You were quickly broken out of your trance at the feeling of Sero’s finger underneath your chin, tilting your head in his direction and making you look up at him. “Don’t forget about me, pretty girl.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
He takes charge of the kiss, smashing his lips against yours, biting and nipping at your bottom lip. It felt different from the one you just shared with Denki, this one was filled with more hunger, desire and passion. His lips tasted sweet like citrus, the flavor making you melt into his presence. You both pull away from the heated kiss, his rough hands now gripping your waist.
While Denki sneaks up behind you, his hands running up and down your sides as he presses soft kisses along your jaw, whispering into your ear. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart.”
His hushed tone sends chilling vibrations shooting throughout your body. His breath fanned at your neck as he spoke, his deep voice making you squirm with every word that slipped effortlessly past his lips.
That’s how you ended up here. Legs spread apart as Sero’s tight grip on your trembling thighs kept them in place. His face buried in between your legs, sloppily teasing your cunt with his skilled mouth.
You harshly tug on his hair, making him smirk into your pussy at the desperate whines escaping your lips. The lewd, squelching noises only making him want to shove his tongue deeper into your dripping hole.
Little whimpers were coaxed out of your throat as Sero’s firm tongue pressed against your slit, licking a teasingly slow stripe toward your clit.
His eyes were locked with yours, studying every one of your perfect little reactions and movements. Every sound you made encouraging his eager tongue to wander, thirsty for every ounce of your flavor. He wanted to hear more of you, taste more of you, feel more of you. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t be greedy.
Denki wanted you too.
His cock was throbbing for you. He couldn’t let Sero have all the fun. Leaning over your body, he pressed his cock to your quivering lips. A smug smirk formed on his cheeks as you looked up at him. The hungry look in his eyes was intimidating, but you wanted to feel him too. “Stick your tongue out, pretty girl. Show me how much you want me.”
You happily obliged, letting his cock rest against your bottom lip before lapping at the precum oozing out the slit. “You gonna let me fuck your face, baby? Gonna let me shove it down that cute throat of yours.”
You desperately nod in agreement and he smiles at your eagerness, his hands gently caressing your cheek before tangling themselves in your hair. “Such a good girl— fuck!”
A hiss escapes his lips at the feeling of his cock being enveloped by your warm mouth, your tongue pressing against the sensitive veins running along the side of his length.
He gives you no time to adjust as he jerks his hips, forcing his member into your throat. The sudden motion making you gag around his length, tears streaming down your face. “Look at how beautiful you look—ngh, Taking my cock like a fucking slut -fuck!”
The stretch of his cock made your throat burn but the moans and expressions he made was worth the uncomfortable feeling, the sight of his eyes rolling back fuels your arousal. Sero snickers at the feeling of your thighs tensing and tightening around him. “You like that, slut. You like it when Denki fucks your face? Look at how wet you are, naughty little thing.”
The dominance and teasing tone of his voice made you whimper, sending vibrations to Denki’s cock, making his thrusts falter. “oh shit-,”
Sero’s rough hands firmly grip your ass, trying to keep you in place as he works his tongue at your entrance. the pressure of his warm muscle just barely pressing into you. Your flavor was intoxicating.
The pad of his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your clit as you rolled your hips for more, he obliged. Licking a stripe through your folds, lapping up your juices in the process. He replaced his thumb with his wet tongue, the sudden switch accidentally making you squeeze your thighs together. He caught your legs, forcing them open with a disapproving sound.
He hummed in disapproval of your action, making you jerk your hips up once more. His tongue slipped out past his bottom lip for a second, using his lips to suck as he detached his mouth.
He didn’t waste any time getting back to work, as he immediately went straight back to flicking your clit with his gentle tongue, knowing you were about to meet your release. As your muscles tensed, he applied more pressure, and made faster movements, coaxing out your orgasm.
The feeling of your tongue massaging Denki’s hard cock had moan after moan falling past his lips. Everytime his tip pressed at the back of your throat, it sent pleasure exploding throughout his body.
You could feel his hips staggering and his words turning into mindless mumbles, a telltale sign that he was getting close. He roughly grips your hair, using you like some kind of fucktoy as he gets lost in the pleasure, pushing his cock as far as it can go before cumming down your throat with a grunt.
Having Denki’s warm seed dripping down your throat and Sero’s ministrations against your lower lips has you desperately shaking. Reaching your high as a combination of high-pitched cries and whines escape your lips at your mind shattering orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah. Take it all, baby. Don’t waste a fucking drop. You hear me?”
He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth, the sensitivity making him shudder as he looks at you with a satisfied expression as you try your best to swallow his cum.
With hardly any time to catch your breath you feel a hardness pressing against your ass, looking up to meet Sero’s eager gaze, His lean body all on display for you as he lazily strokes his cock. “Enjoying the view, princess?”
He pulls you closer, moving you into a more comfortable position which gives him a perfect view of your waiting pussy. You feel his cock, pressing against your entrance, your body tensing and waiting for him to shove his cock inside you. Denki grabs his wrist, giving him a harsh glare, his voice taking an offended tone. “What do you think you’re doing, man?
“I’m gonna fuck her, obviously.” Sero says, realigning his cock and slowly pushing it into you.
“And why do you get to fuck her?” Denki argues. The possessiveness in their voice furthers your need, wanting— needing to be fucked by them.
“I made her cum, I get her first. Wait your fucking turn.” Sero growls out. Not waiting any second longer as he shoves his cock into your tight cunt, making you shake and tremble underneath him. He groans, feeling your pussy clench down on him.
Not bothering to let you adjust instead pulling out and thrusting into you at a brutal pace. The delicious feeling knocking the breath out of you as he drives his length deeper into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
Denki watches from the side, frowning at the sight. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the reason for those pretty moans and gasps escaping you.
“Pick her up.” His demand directed at Sero.
“Tch, I’m not just gonna let you have all the fun. Trust me, she’s gonna like it.” Sero gives him a confused look which morphs into a sly grin at the realization. He slowly pulls you into his lap with a bruising grip on your hips.
You tense at the feeling of Denki’s finger pressing into your ass, exploring and teasing your puckered hole. He slides a single digit into you, letting you relax and get used to it. He adds another one in, gently pushing in and out of you, stretching your asshole out with his fingers. “Relax for me, baby. I’ll make you feel good, alright?”
You hiss as he stirs your insides around in an attempt to loosen you up.
He steadily slips his cock into your stretched hole, making sure you feel every inch of his pulsing cock. You immediately tighten your grip on Sero’s flexed bicep, overwhelmed by the new sensation of being stuffed so full.
You weren’t used to the feeling yet but nonetheless it was still intoxicating. You wanted to indulge in the feeling forever, feeling a sense of pride at the way they reacted, groaning into your ear. Their cocks rubbing against your walls perfectly, reaching further than you thought they could.
You feel Denki pressing soft kisses against the nape of your neck, his own way of comforting you and distracting himself from his need to fuck you stupid.
The impatience radiated off of his body, the lust overpowering. He started to move, earning a gasp from you at the sudden roll of his hips, thrusting in and out at an annoyingly slow pace. Sero quickly follows using his grip to pull you into them. The contrast between their paces and techniques made everything all the more intense.
You whimper at the motion as it gives you a combination of painful pleasure. Your mind going blank as they sped up their thrusts, tips perfectly angled to hit your g-spot making strangled and muffled moans leave your lips.
They weren’t doing much better either. A string of loud curses and grunts of your name escaping them. You were tightly gripping their cocks which felt like heaven.
You could feel their holds on you tightening, their muscles tensing— they were close, you could feel it from their throbbing lengths.
You bite Sero’s shoulder, teeth digging into the soft skin forcing out a surprised grunt from his throat.
“C-Close!” He manages to choke out. Denki reaches around your waist, hands desperately rubbing at your clit, wanting you to reach your high before them.
“Come on, cum for us pretty girl. Cum on our cocks, baby.” His words sent a jolt of arousal to your core, finally feeling the knot inside you snap as you reached your high. Crying out their names— clawing at their backs as your nails left crescent shaped indents on their bodies.
“Cum inside me, want you both to fill me up.” You felt their bodies stiffen, thrusts getting sloppier as they chased their release. Finally reaching it with a loud grunt, hot spurts of cum spilling into you as your walls milked them for everything they got.
You could feel their bodies slumping against yours, staying in that position to catch your breaths, their softening lengths slipping out of your sore, abused holes.
You fall into Denki’s embrace as all of you flop back into the bed, your head resting against his chest, the fast beating of his heart a reminder of what you did moments ago. Sero presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring praises into your ear while Denki nuzzles his head into your shoulder still enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“You did so good, baby. So… so good. Maybe next time you can take more than just two cocks.”
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bakakugo · a day ago
Can you write about reader trying to escape from yandere katsuki and saying they hate him? Thanks
i took a loooot of creative freedom with this, i hope you still enjoy! i'd love some feedback, this is my first time writing a yandere like this! <3
warnings: implied kidnapping, cursing, gaslighting??, soft obsessed yandere katsuki, slight suggestive themes, angst
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Pure rage clouded your vision; or wait, maybe those were just tears? You were tired. Tired and hopeless and driven up the wall despite your best efforts.
You've spent months, hidden away in his penthouse, surviving on what were proven to be sweet nothings and empty promises. The more you tried to win his favor and regain your freedom, the more tightly he wrapped himself around you. You couldn't handle it anymore; his claws were digging into your skin, tearing away at the remaining bits of your sanity.
There was a time you loved him. You truly did. When did it get this twisted? When did you start bending over backwards to make him happy when the mere thought of his lips on your skin filled you with dread and disgust?
He never went as far as to raise a hand on you or use his quirk, but it was undeniable he was the one in control. You didn't get to go out, meet your friends or have any contact with them. You were solely dependent on him to the point your stomach churned at the fact you could hardly wait for the blond to return home and shower you in affection. Whether it was gasping for air or a false sense of normality, you couldn't do it anymore.
You know he's seen horrible sights and his hands, no matter how strong and powerful they were, didn't always get to win. He was convinced the blood would never wear out and his shortcomings were far too great to allow any risk to your safety.
That's why he took you far away from any threats, that's why he got rid of anyone who could possibly pose a risk to giving away your location. He'd be damned, he'd be damned to hell if he'd allow anyone to harm you.
Early on did you realize no amount of broken dishes or cruel words could sway his decision. In his delusional, twisted way he truly believed this was the best option.
Perhaps it's a matter of time. Perhaps it's a matter of trust. You allowed yourself to believe, because if you didn't, you'd have no ropes to grasp at and you'd be no better off than a shell of your former self. Not that you were currently coping any better.
You'd clean up the place, decorate it to the best of your ability, prepare his favorite meals and talk to him late into the night. You'd let him put his hands on you and you'd kiss his scars, please him until your name was a prayer on his lips and the pleasure coursing through you made you momentarily forget the golden cage you found yourself in.
No more. You gathered the courage- or foolishness- to finally escape. Truthfully you didn't care if you succeeded, you only hoped that if he were to catch you that he'd offer you a smidge of kindness and end you as a punishment for betraying him.
No such luck.
As you found yourself staring at his crestfallen expression, cornered between his looming frame and the cold wall, you broke down. Curses upon curses left your lips, each one worse than the first. You knew your rage fueled fists would do nothing more than tickle the hero, but you still needed it. You needed to get it out and he allowed you to.
"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" it was the last straw for the both of you; as you erupted in sobs, he leaped forward, grabbing hold of you.
His expression was unreadable, or rather, you didn't care to pay heed to it. He doesn't deserve your pity after what he turned the man you loved into.
"You. Hate me?" he repeated in a patronizing matter in an attempt to mask the hurt, the heat of his body against yours becoming entirely overwhelming, "You have the balls to say that you're the one who hates me? Look what the fuck you've turned me into!"
Your eyes widened at the accusation, his fist barely missing your face as it crashed into the wall behind you, "I'm always on edge, I'm always so disgustingly terrified of something happening to you while I'm away. I can't eat, I can't focus, I can't function!"
His booming voice engulfed you, you felt frozen in spot as he continued, "Do you even know that I've been ranked the number one hero for the past few months? I didn't. I fucking had no clue, I was just overworking myself into oblivion chasing down villains so that none of them would come after you."
"I never asked you to-" you tried to counter, but the sternness in his gaze made you halt. In fear, in terror. He had you chained to your spot.
"Shut up! Shut. the fuck. up. you ungrateful brat!" you were certain his composure was cracking, "I don't want to hear it. You don't get to leave after turning me into ruins," he barked out, desperation lacing his voice. He wasn't shaking, the ground beneath him was. Nonetheless, it didn't stop him from keeping you firmly pinned against the wall, his palms now clenching your wrists.
If he were to let you slip out now, his knees would be the first to give out.
"You turned me into this- you don't get to leave when you get bored! Take some goddamn responsibility for what you've created," it's funny- in the midst of your terror you could swear he was pleading. He wasn't begging on his knees but somehow this was even more horrifying.
Streaming hot tears pressed against your shoulder as he attempted to nuzzle into the crook of your neck," Because you know what? I hate you too. I hate you so much I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you."
Hesitantly, you pulled him away despite his meek resistance. He could have stopped you if he wanted, you know it. But it was a kindness he would grant you.
Perhaps... Perhaps through small, similarly insignificant passes could you build up your way out. By his side. Perhaps all you need is a little more time. If he's a beast, he's a beast of your own making. At least he seems to see himself as such. Won't he meet you half way if you show him your resolve?
Even if you were to escape, you're his and the world won't forget it no matter how hard you might try. Bakugo was right about one thing- you truly would be a target, but not with him by your side.
The blond was a moment away from breaking down when you cupped his face and wordlessly placed a peck upon his temple. A moment you wouldn't allow. He'd protect you from the world, you'd protect him from himself.
Words were too heavy and you were certain there were no right ones. So you persisted. You trailed pecks down his jaw, working your way up to meet his eager lips, the saltiness of his tears coating your tongue.
Words were too heavy and he's used all of them up anyways. He was tired and hungry for the taste of you, for the feel of your skin against his as he makes sure this is real.
And it was. Because there you were, pulling his shirt off before gently, teasingly so, peppering kisses down his chest as your hands worked at his belt.
This was real. And the only thing escaping that night were the moans you shamefully couldn't suppress as he pounded into you, his grasp on you so uncharacteristically gentle. His kisses as sweet as the need behind them was possessive.
And this damned cycle would repeat, you'd resent both yourself and one another but that's the thing that would keep you both going. In this twisted manner where i hate you means i cant imagine tomorrow without you.
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Dating Tenya IIda would include...
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Here's the Dating HC for Tenya IIda!!
Much like the other HCs I'll have to edit, reorganize, etc. this one. Won't really have to add very many things to this one since this one is so long, so yay!!!
Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this HC for Tenya IIda!!!
The next HC will be for his brother Tensei!!! (Which I am currently working on as we speak!!!)
You and IIda had first met on the first day at UA.
“Hello, my name is Tenya IIda.”
“Hi, it’s very nice to meet you, IIda. My name is (Y/N) (L/N).”
When IIda was first getting to know you, he was so nervous - constantly babbling, making sure that you’re okay, sometimes even turning a blind eye when he was class rep.
He’d let you get away with the occasional dress code violation, he’d slip you his answers if you were falling behind, and he’d even defend you and try and justify your actions on your behalf if you got into any serious trouble with anything.
This led to the rest of Class 1-A to grow suspicious of his feelings for you and what your relationship was.
Everyone apart from you could clearly see that he had feelings for you, you just thought he was being nice, and doing his job as class rep - everyone else found it hilarious that you got special treatment.
When he finally confessed his feelings for you, you were a little shocked, but grateful for his honesty - his special treatment towards you had led you to develop a crush on him that you feared would be unreciprocated due to his mannerisms.
Once the two of you were finally official, neither of you really told anyone, other than Midoriya and Uraraka, so the four of you became an inseparable quartet, as everyone else would just watch and assume that there was an immense amount of sexual tension between you and Iida.
Dating Iida normally consisted of the obvious, many study sessions, home dates, and unspoken conversations.
In training, Iida refused to spar with you out of his fears of hurting you, or getting distracted, or that the two of you wouldn’t be able to take anything seriously.
That was until you finally got him to cave, and then he realised how wrong he’d been and how your quirk compliments and challenges his own quirk perfectly.
Although he seems like a very serious guy, he’s an absolute sweetheart to you
He has a thing he does where he would find a new joke every day and make sure he tells you as soon as he can to make you laugh.
He gives the BEST cuddles, the best thing is being wrapped up in his embrace as he rests his chin on your head.
Word finally broke to the class when you kissed him in front of everyone without thinking about 4 months into the relationship.
All hell broke loose as you realised then that no one actually knew about the two of you. He just smiled sweetly at you before calming everyone down and addressing the situation in an all too professional manor
His family loves you, especially Tensei!
Tensei loving when you both visit him in the hospital after the Hero Killer incident.
Tenya always has your favorite juice and/or food when you need it.
Tenya’s not one for PDA (we all know that considering his mannerisms!)
The only form of PDA that the 2 of you actually do during school hours (even though he would probably be very against it at first, and we all know it) is hand holding and him giving the occasional kiss on the forehead.
He gets a little flustered when you return the favour, but that’s gonna be something he always does. He’s just really happy to have you.
He’s more lenient to PDA outside of school hours though, that’s to say he’s still strict on what he’ll allow.
Touches are limited and kisses are chaste.
The only time he’ll let you have full reign is in private or around your closest friends or family.
Anywhere else would be improper.
You always playfully poke fun at IIda’s seriousness.
Tenya would absolutely protect you with his life if he needed too.
Tenya opening up to you about his insecurities.
He’s insecure about you being with because of his past.
But, you always tell him that you love him no matter what.
Forehead kisses (as I already mentioned)
He gets flustered pretty easily.
He most definitely died from embarrassment and happiness when you held hands for the first time.
Eating lunch together everyday.
Fancy dinner dates.
When the 2 of you are full on Pro Heros, you would definitely go to Pro-Hero balls together wearing the most elaborate outfits.
Everything you say is of the utmost importance to him and he’ll remember most things you say even if it’s only something mentioned in passing.
Here are a few examples of what he would do:
If you say that you saw a pretty necklace when you were at the mall he’ll go buy it for you and save it for a special occasion.
If you mention being interested in a new restaurant that’s opening soon he’ll book reservations as soon as it opens.
If you compliment him on wearing a certain color he’ll make it a point to wear it more often.
It never ceases to amaze you that he can remember things you’d thought were so inconsequential when you mentioned them.
Everything you and Iida do together is special to him. So he takes all of your firsts very seriously.
Iida gives such good cuddles.
They’re always so warm 🥰
Good morning texts.
He’ll sometimes invite you to train with him in the morning before class.
Goodnight texts.
He will remember important dates and prepare for them weeks in advance.
Since students aren’t allowed to leave campus unless you have a legitimate reason (and apparently dates don’t count as legitimate reasons) you’re limited for the time being as to what you can do. But you make the best of it! On the weekends he’ll sometimes pack a lunch for you guys and find a nice shady spot on campus for a picnic, or you’ll curl up in one of your rooms to watch a movie on your laptop.
Even little things like walking to class together, or sitting beside each other during group hangouts make him happy.
The first time he kisses you, it’s a little unexpected.
The 2 of you had just arrived back at your house/apartment after taking a walk in the park that’s nearby, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole time. So, without much warning, he cups your jaw and kisses you gently.
The kiss is short, sweet and chaste, but his lips are warm and soft. His cheeks are tinged red, but he’s not super embarrassed. He’s very sure of your relationship, and of your feelings for each other, which means he’s very sure of the fact that he wants to kiss you.
I’m not kidding when I say this, but he’s your biggest cheerleader.
Whether it be in class, in study sessions or in training. He sees a lot of potential in you, and he wants to support you in becoming the best Pro Hero you can be!
What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t want you to succeed and achieve your dreams?
He’s a good friend, and a loving and supportive boyfriend.
He’s a safe space for you, and will help you out no matter what.
He cares about you deeply, dare I even say loves you, and will stand by you always.
He can’t imagine his life without you in it now, and is probably already (secretly) planning for your future together.
He respects you as a person, as a hero, and as a partner.
Tenya has big arms → warm hugs and cuddling against his broad chest.
A relationship with Tenya Iida will not only be luxurious, but also a strong, comfortable one.
If someone dared to insult or harass you → scary, protective boyfriend mode ACTIVATE → the glasses are off and he holds you close while he gives the opposing male a beat down, a lecture on respecting women, and a recipro burst to the face
Tenya doesn’t mean to be overbearing when he asks if you can sync your calendars, he just wants to be prepared and on the same page.
He is normally a very docile boy and prefers to keep fighting out of the relationship.
He isn’t a big tease and he doesn’t like making you angry so your household is rather peaceful.
You challenge him to races, but you always lose (unless you have a speed quirk or something that would cause you to win).
You like to hide his glasses.
He’ll scold you if you get bad grades.
Tenya won’t hesitate to spoil you.
Tenya prefers to be the big spoon, but if he’s upset about something or he’s had a tiring day, he’ll collapse into bed in nothing but his boxers and rest his face in/on your warm breasts.
He works so hard to please you, live up to his own expectations (and the Iida family name), plus the added strain of staying a top-ranking hero.
With all the stress he puts on himself, Tenya will eventually collapse from exhaustion and guiltily take a day off from work.
At that point, it’s your turn to scold sonic the hedgehog for overworking himself.
When this finally happens, do everything for him. And I mean EVERYTHING!
Make him breakfast, cut it up, and feed him while he lays propped up against a pillow.
Take a hot bath together to ease his muscles.
Massage him until your arms seize up.
Remind him that you’re so proud of him, you love him, how handsome he is, and what a great hero he is/he will be 50 times each.
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astralwaifu · 2 days ago
hi hiiii!! i hope ur having a good day!!! i feel like i request a lot of platonic stuff and it feels weird bc everyone focuses on ships but i recently realized im aroace so i hope all the platonic requests are understandable!! but i have another request for you if you don't mind!! could you do platonic shiggy comforting teen fem reader who has been really sad these days? she is usually happy and cheerful nut nowadays she is so tired,cries all the time and just sad :( also they are close and he is worried about her:( have a good day/night and take care!!!! 💘💘💘💘
hi!!! firstly i wanted to say that i’m more than proud of you, i know it takes a lot of courage and patience to come to terms with yourself, and it can be difficult at times! 💞 you have all our encouragement and acceptance and just know that if you have a bad day or feel down you can always text me - you don’t have to be alone through your journey. Anyway this is your Shiggy comfort, i hope it will make you smile! (´っω=`) !!
Shiggy comforting teen reader
genre: comfort with a little dash of angst
pairing: Shigaraki x f! teen reader that’s depressed
warning: none
wc: 782
Requests are still open!
Shigaraki saw that you were at your lowest fairly soon. He is usually an observant person and never misses any detail about the people he cares about. What he lacks is the capacity to act according to that.
That’s why, when he saw your puffy cheeks and red eyes, he didn’t know what to say. Anything could go wrong: just the wrong choice of words and you could end up even worse. He didn’t want that, no.
So Shigaraki waited. The man wanted to see if this is just a passing event or it’s something that really bothers and upsets you.
It has been a week since than and you were obviously not better.
Shigaraki mentally cursed himself for not talking to you sooner. His heart and soul were breaking at the sight of your slumped frame and drooping shoulders walking aimlessly around the base. The empty stare in your eyes frightened him to the core, even though recently you didn’t even look him (or others) in the eyes). You were just glaring down at their hands. And it didn’t help that Shigaraki was full of them.
He should talk to you, no! He WILL talk to you. ‘What is this sudden urge of confidence? You can’t even tell what you yourself feel 90% of the time’ he thought to himself. Enough making plans, he should just go and start talking.
‘Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea’ he frenetically thought when he approached you. Isolated from the others in your room, you just finished crying. Again. ‘Hell, where does she get all those tears from….’
“Ahem… y/n… can I come in?” he knocked on your door even if it was open and you could see bits of the inside of the room.
You quickly rubbed your palms on your eyes and face, trying to wipe the tears away, but he already entered and saw you. Shigaraki wasn’t wearing Father today and frankly, it made you feel somewhat better, those hands always creeped you. Part of the reason you only looked at them for the past week -it was also easier to focus on them instead of your own emotions.
“You are not ok.” he said bluntly. Damn that didn’t sound right. “No, no, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to come that harshly”. He was exasperated at this own incapacity to form coherent comforting words. “…do you want to talk about what you are feeling right now? It’s ok if you don’t, I just want you to know that your feelings are valid” he slowly said, accentuating every words, as if he memorised them.
And he did. He also found them on google, after searching how to comfort people. The site also said to smile understandingly at the said person, so he tried the best, but ended up with a strange grin.
You were borderline terrified, which he saw. Stopping to smile, he apologised again.
“It’s ok, really, Shiggy…I just…haven’t been well recently. A lot of things have gathered inside my soul and it’s just tiring to keep it all together. I’m…i’m tired.” you finally looked up to him, all doe eyed. “I’m not ready to talk about it now, but when I do, i’ll come to you”
He then did something that surprised the both of you: he hugged you. He wrapped his long arms around your torso, mindful of keeping two fingers up.
“It’s ok, i’m here” After a few seconds, he added “Hey brat….y/n! Let’s go out.” “Out?” “Out.” “But it’s dangerous and we are villains and-“ “And what? Do you think some ops can stop me” You giggled “Never”
And that’s how Shigaraki Tomura, Japan’s most dangerous criminal, was walking down the streets of Kamino Ward, risking to be seen by the pro-heroes on duty, just to see one of your precious smiles.
The night felt easier as the two of you wandered around the lanetern lit alleys, Shigaraki occasionally cracking a joke, talking about the future, about your wishes and plans, everything that his mind came up to. And you did look more content, happier would be too much to say, he knew that the source of the problem was still there. But as long as you were by his side, he wouldn’t stop looking for your smiles.
And how could you not smile when you saw him try so hard? Who knew he cared so much about you? Well, let’s just say that even in his lack of comforting capacities, he did care for you and your well being, even more than you could ever imagine.
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duckymcdoorknob · 2 days ago
How about Iida? 👀
Iida would take you to do trivia!! As you get more and more questions right, he remembers why he did in the first place, and experiences falling in love with you all over again
Send me a character from one of my fandoms and I’ll give you a date night headcannon!
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vantastic210 · 21 hours ago
a/n: thank you @cryinginthefxxkingclub for being my first commission, im so glad you enjoyed it and grateful you let me share it with everyone else here. this was so much fun :P enjoy freaks
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summary: shin nozomi is an ex-pro hero who lost her quirk in a battle with afo. after being badly hurt, hawks sees this as an opportunity to get shin to become closer with him. in her state of vulnerability, she misses all the signs and finds herself locked in an apartment with a cunning, volatile psychopath. 
warnings: nsfw 18+ minors dni, yandere!hawks (he’s a lil mean at the end but mainly just craycray), mindbreak, breeding, noncon/dubcon
Big violet eyes flutter open to the sights of… a lot of white. She turns her head to the sounds of machinery beeps, her sense of smell coming back too as the scent of bleach and alcohol immediately overwhelms her nose. She’s in a hospital and is beginning to vaguely recall why. The details are fuzzy, but she remembers being in a fight, a bad one. She lifts her hand to initiate her quirk but it doesn’t work - that’s right, she lost it. All For One - she’s certain now, he was the one who took it from her. Tears begin to well as her predicament finally sinks in but quickly refuses the urge to indulge in a crying session when she notices Hawks.
He’s sitting there over her bed, watching as she slowly comes out of her slumber. “Hey, you’re awake!” he says. He’s got a few scratches on his cheeks and light bags under his eyes, but nothing that would indicate he was hit as hard as she was. She can’t say she isn’t happy to see him, she did value his companionship as a partner, but was a little confused as to why he was in her hospital room.
“Hey,” she says. “What are you doing here?”
“For you, of course. Though I knew you’d come back to us eventually, but I thought you may need some help so I stuck around.”
“‘Help,’ what do you mean?”
“Shin, do you have anywhere you can go?” His tone is still light and playful as always, but there’s sincerity in his question, genuine concern about her livelihood. Or perhaps he is so used to perfecting his tv personality that anything he conveys feels like the truth. Never once has Shin - nor anyone for that matter - seen him stutter or hesitate. It’s impossible to tell whether he really does care about her or whether it’s all a perfectly rehearsed act, that charming facade is the cherry on top of his theatrical performance. In a play, it is only the actors and the director who can differentiate from an improvisation and a premeditated line. Shin, however, is but an audience member; front row, no less, but her closeness to Keigo doesn’t change the fact that he is and always will be a character in a show.
Shin takes a moment to think about his question before answering with a slow shake of her head. Keigo tries to hide his grin but the muscles in his cheeks tense from delight. She’s making this too easy for him, but he won’t complain. “In that case, if you need to you can crash at my place until you get back on your feet.”
Her eyes go wide with surprise. Suddenly the spotlight is on her. She has plenty of options, but with him staring into her eyes like that it feels like all she can possibly say is “yes.” This isn’t like her and she knows it. Shin is the kind of person who has a good grasp of boundaries, most of it established out of necessity from her line of work but her personality also lends itself to being independent and unapologetic. Perhaps it’s the fear of the unknown that would encompass her as soon as she leaves the hospital, but for whatever reason she dismisses the underlying threat in his stare as him offering a kind gesture, one that may never be offered again.
Of course that’s only what she thinks because Hawks would offer again, and again and again and again until she says yes. It may not be an explicit question the next time, it may take the form of him asking about her plans after she’s emitted, or maybe he’d start a conversation about how large yet incredibly lonely his loft is at night. Or maybe he would even go so far as to forge her documents for her and list himself as her emergency contact so that she has no choice but to be released with him. 
But it doesn’t come to that. It could be the painkillers mixed with the uneasiness of having to deal with her illnesses alone, but even Shin isn’t so stubborn as to reject help when she needs it most. So when the time comes in the next day or so, Shin is ushered into Hawks’ car and driven to her new home.
When they arrive at his apartment, Shin takes a moment to take in her new living space. It’s large, but not as big as she thought it’d be considering the kind of money Hawks has. He takes the few bags she got from her apartment and settles them down while showing her around his place. He’s already got sheets on the couch for her and a blanket folded neatly on the corner.
Shin warms up to living with a roommate quicker than she intended. Sharing a bathroom and kitchen as it seemed wasn’t all that hard, not when Hawks did most of the housework and cooking anyways. Well, all of the housework and cooking, Shin wasn’t allowed to walk without his supervision let alone clean or cook. It was a fine enough arrangement for the first few days, but the endearing sentiment quickly turned into a lingering besetment.
One afternoon when Hawks is preoccupied in his own room, Shin takes it upon herself to attempt a run to the pharmacy. She tugs on the doorknob but it only quarter-turns. There must be something stuck in here, she thinks. After a minute of jostling, the handle still refuses to give. She wiggles it some more until she notices a keyhole next to the knob. It can lock from the inside? That’s… weird.
“What’s up Shin?” She jumps at the sound of his voice. He sounds like his usual calm and cool self, but there’s a hint of something threatening in the way he says her name, maybe even malice.
“Jesus, you startled me!” she gasps. She’s not sure why this situation feels so awkward, like she’s a little kid being passive aggressively scolded for getting in some kind of trouble. But I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? 
“Heh, sorry, just a habit from all those recon missions.”
“Ah, I see.”
“What are you doing?” It’s an innocent enough question, reasonable considering she’d been fiddling for the knob for a few minutes, but Shin sensed something other than curiosity in his tone. Is that a warning?
“N-nothing,” why am I so nervous I was just trying to go outside for Christ sake, “I just wanted to go grab some more painkillers.”
The corner of his lip tugs into a half smile as he takes a few strides towards Shin. “Ah well no need to worry about that, that’s what I’m here for right?”
“You’ve done enough, Hawks, really, thank you. But I can walk on my own now and maybe some fresh air would be good -”
“-’fresh air’? Is it too warm in here, should I crack open a window?”
“No, no it’s fine, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” There’s that strange tone again, something that almost sounds like genuine concern but is too low and unwavering to be anything less than upset.
He’s leaning over her now, balancing himself on one shoulder as he leans against the door frame hunched over her tiny body with crossed arms. She’s not sure if he’s just toying with her or if he’s waiting for an apology. Normally, this would be the point in the conversation where Shin would snap back with something snoody like “Well what did you think I meant?” but her Hero’s intuition is ringing an alarm that she should go about this very carefully.
“Look, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just need some Advil.”
“Alright, Advil it is, I’ll be right back.” He flashes her a smile - a different one this time, a full, happy smile - before turning on his heels and jumping off the balcony. He disappears just as quickly as he left, leaving behind feathers that loosened from his wings. Shin watches as the winged man flies off and then turns her head back to the door that has now evolved into an object of mystery. Questions of “why doesn’t he want me to leave?” and “what was with his weird attitude” swirl around in her mind, but as she glances at the knob the question that is begging the most attention from her is “where is the key?”
But the pain she described to Hawks was a lot worse than she let on, she didn’t have the capacity to go on a wild goose chase for some key, let alone walk to the store. He was right, she was still too weak whether she wanted to admit it or not. Staying put was for the best for now, so she forfeited her intuition for a bit of rest.
Except she couldn’t relax.
So when Hawks came back a few minutes later she was in the kitchen trying to put something that resembled dinner, but Shin wasn’t much of a cook. She could do the basics - fry an egg, grill a chicken breast, steam some rice - but anything beyond that must be accompanied by a recipe for her to make anything remotely edible. Plus, the body aches and sores she was feeling made it near impossible for her to do much, but she was determined to at least do this one thing for herself. 
There was a can on the middle shelf of the cupboard that she couldn’t reach so she pulled out a chair but even then she had to stretch. Hawks flew in just in time for her to lose her footing and nearly hit her head on the kitchen tiles.
“Jesus, Shin are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she spat with annoyance. “I just slipped.”
“You could have really hurt yourself. You should let me do the cooking.”
“No!” she yelled out. He placed her on the floor gently but kept her in his arms. “I don’t need your help!”
“I said I don’t need it, okay? How…” her tone recedes as her words trail off into a mere whisper. “How could I call myself a veteran if I can’t even make fucking dinner?” She’s trembling in his grasp, her body doing the most it can to stop from sobbing. “When did I become so pathetic?”
“Hey,” he coos as he grazes her cheek gently, “you’re not pathetic, don’t say that. You just need a little extra hand right now. It’s not a sin to rely on someone, you know.” He smirks at her with the same smile he shows the television and although it may have been fake, she can’t help but sigh of relief from the familiarity.
He continues: “You’re a strong person, you’ll get through this. But not without help, not without…” he holds her a little closer, “... not without me, alright? Just let me handle things around here so you can focus on you. I promise it doesn’t bother me, I like taking care of ya. It gets lonely living by yourself, I’m sure you can relate.”
She can, he’s absolutely right. Even when she was perfectly well and healthy there were nights when she wished she had someone to look after her, to ask her how her day was, to clean her apartment when she was too tired to do it herself, to bandage her wounds after a long shift. 
To hold her.
Shin had resisted Hawks’ care since the moment he took her home with him, but it wasn’t until she felt the warm embrace of his strong arms and the gentle caress of his feathers that she realized how comfortable she felt with him. Her previous suspicions of his odd behaviour were all but dismissed by this simple, practical gesture.
She’s still too proud to face him so she turns her face into his shoulder to conceal her emotions, but it’s too late - he’s already bathing in this image of her shuddering in his embrace, leaning on to his arms as she desperately tries to cling to whatever string of independence she has left. It’s not much, and whatever is still left he will be sure to yank it from underneath her feet in due time. “Thank you, Hawks.”
“So how about dinner? I got your Advil by the way, you want some now?” And so he feeds her and medicates her for the night, tucking her in on the couch with a blanket as he watches her slowly fall asleep.
He thinks she glows in the moonlight, her bubblegum hair shining pearly in the luminescence. He thinks about going next to her and stroking her cheek, wondering if he could guess what she dreams of by the skip in her breath, wondering if it’s about him. As lovesick as he may be, Hawks isn’t naive enough to trick himself into thinking she cares about him as much as he does. She will eventually - he’ll make sure of that - but not yet. He has dreamed of her, though. Many times in fact. She’s nude in all of them, but never with him. In fact, in his dreams she never even looks his way. Sometimes she’s in the shower lathering her hair, other times she’s swimming alone at a beach. One time she was in his bed, sleeping as she is now but there was no blanket or night rags to conceal her lewd body as her chest rose and dipped with every heavy, sleepy breath. He always reaches out to touch her but can never move more than a couple of inches and when he does seem to get a rhythm he wakes up to an empty bed and a painfully hard member.
He aches for her, both literally and hypothetically. He lusts for her even outside of his dreams, tempted to lift her shirt when she’s asleep early on nights like these to know if she looks like how he envisions in his slumber. But Hawks is a patient man, he knows it’s best to wait until he can truly savour her everything, devour her whole being with all he has when she has finally submitted to him completely. Only then could he truly enjoy her.
But it’s not just lust that Hawks feels towards Shin. There’s something else, there’s a reason he chose Shin out of all the other girls he could have had. Underneath her emotional armour is a caring, nurturing woman, the kind of person you’d settle down and watch the sunset with. Hawks couldn’t even fathom sharing a space with any of the fans he’s slept with, but Shin? She’s been here for a few days but it feels like she’s been here forever, like she belongs here, belongs to him. He wants to make her his, to fuck her until she’s full of him, until she can’t take anymore. He wants her to fully consume him and show the world how he made her his by showcasing her swollen belly. It’s what he thinks about on nights like this where he watches her rest on his couch. Part of him is tempted to start now, to take her when she can’t fight back and apologize later, but again he restrains himself.
“In due time, in due time.” 
The next few days go a lot smoother for Shin. The awkward tension between Hawks and her that was left over from leaving the hospital together has nearly completely settled because she has begun to accept that perhaps having help isn’t such a bad thing. Perhaps codependence is actually nice. Perhaps I actually like living here, she often entertains. She’ll still slip in a complaint every now and then whenever Hawks brings her a glass of water or makes her breakfast or runs to the pharmacy for her, but her bickering always ends with her smiling into her shoulder. 
She’s also beginning to know more about Hawks. For example, his eyes aren’t just brown, they’re hazel almost but that still doesn’t quite capture it. She’s spent so much time with him she’s actually counted the rings of colour that swirl around his pupil; strings of orange that highlight the darker chestnutty shadows his pretty lashes produce. Now, she would probably describe his eyes as an amber, but not a yellow amber, an amber that’s still brown with a gloss of gold.
When she’s bedridden and is awake to steal glances at his eyes, she also tries to count his feathers, but she’s usually too drowsy to get past 40. His wings are usually full, she knows that much, but sometimes - and she’s only noticed this on times he’s left the apartment - the top edges of his wings look lighter, like they’ve lost a few feathers. She doesn’t know where they would go though because she never sees them reattach, but that unmistakable sharpness that is familiar in pictures seems to be absent whenever he takes off. It could be he loses a few every time he flies, especially since the apartment is on a higher floor, it’s likely the force of gravity from him shooting into the sky so fast could loosen them.
“‘The victim maintained bruising on and around her throat indicative of strangulation. The case is being investigated as foul play,’” some cheesy Law & Order-type crime show plays in the background.
Hawks approaches Shin with a bowl that must be hot because he’s scurrying over with fidgety fingertips to place it on the coffee table in front of her. Dork, she thinks. “Hey, I made you some ramen.”
“‘Where was the victim last seen?’ ‘She was at one of the suspects' residence.’”
“Oh thanks, I’m not feeling too hungry though.”
“‘When was the last time anybody saw her?’ ‘She’d been gone for a couple of weeks. Street cameras show her entering the complex at 1:36 pm Saturday, November 20th, but there is no footage of her leaving the apartment the entire three week period she was there. No signs of interaction or communication with others, even the neighbours didn’t know the suspect had a guest over.’”
“Oh really?” he asks with a puppy-dog pout. “But it’s almost seven, you should have some dinner.”
“You brought a big lunch, remember? I don’t think I even finished my sub,” she snickers. God, she looks so cute when she laughs like that. He thinks the dimples in her round cheeks dance when she smiles.
“Heh, that’s right. Well it’s here when you want it, I think I’m gonna crash early tonight. Long day at work.”
“‘Nobody saw her for three weeks?’ ‘Not a single soul.’”
“Goodnight, Hawks,” and with that he winks at her and shuffles lazily down the hall towards his bedroom. Turning in early sounded like a good idea, but for some reason Shin wasn’t tired. So she stayed up and continued to watch the crime show marathon until it was nearly midnight and she was still awake as if it were the afternoon. Strange, she thought, I’m usually out around eight o’clock, right after…
And then it hits her harder than she’s ever been hit in all of her years fighting.
… right after dinner. Dinner, dinner, dinner. She didn’t eat, but was somehow feeling more energized than usual. Something wasn’t adding up. A person in her condition should be weak without food, but what if it was the food that was making her so sluggish?
Nonono, she scolded herself, don’t go jumping to conclusions. There’s nothing wrong with the food, I’m just a bit hyper today, that’s all. But no amount of injury or exhaustion could wittle away her frighteningly acute intuition. She was lying to herself, she knew there was something up, she just didn’t know why.
Shin turned a lamp on the table to the side of the couch and leant over the coffee table to look at the ramen. It looked normal enough; if Hawks did drug it, it’s likely the powder or pill or serum or whatever was in there would have dissolved by now but still, Shin didn’t want to chance it. She couldn’t very well accuse the person who had been nursing her back to health of a crime either, a Pro Hero no less. If she was going to act on her intuition, she was going to have to tread lightly and do her own research.
So Shin gets up from the couch - quietly, quietly she reminds herself - and tiptoes around the living room looking for… well she isn’t sure what she’s looking for, just something that could make all of this make sense. She keeps the TV on for company, a voice to ease her creeping anxiety as she turns over papers and rummages through drawers.
“‘You’re sure the house is empty?’” the picture-perfect detective asks. “‘Yeah, we have a warrant anyways.’”
Half an hour goes by and she still comes up empty. Her anxiety is now replaced with irritation that she’s wasted time doing something so foolish. Ugh, I think the stress is getting to my head, I’m going to grab another tylenol and head to bed.
“‘Hey, come look over here, there’s something you should see.’”
Shin shuffles over to the bathroom. She reaches for the vanity drawer when something catches her eye in the mirror above the sink. Behind her, a bit of red peaks out of the bathroom cupboard. Is that… is it blood?
“‘What is it?’”
Shin wearily turns around and opens the cupboard door. She jumps when something surprisingly light and soft falls out. It’s not blood, it’s a feather. That dork is always leaving his shit everywhere, she laughs to herself. But her relief is quickly shot when she takes a closer look into the cupboard to find a half-empty skinny orange bottle labeled DAYVIGO SLEEP MEDICATION, TAKE WHEN NEEDED.
“‘Oh my god. What are we going to do?’”
Shin knows she needs to find a way to leave immediately, but she can’t bring her mind to accept that this is happening. She’s been fooled, and worst is she saw all the signs. His trick smiles, his venomous stares, his eager readiness to take care of her. Unlike the victims in the crime marathon, Shin knew she had made a mistake but was tricked nonetheless. If anything, she’s more upset with herself than she is at Hawks, angry at her stupid, pathetic, naive self to have allowed her body to have been injured so badly that there was even the possibility of being in a situation remote to this. Except there is no measure of probability about how utterly fucked Shin will be, there never was one. It was fixed this way, part of a script.
Shin shakes her head to try to steady her breath. She’s on the balls of her feet, ready to sprint but then realizes she has nowhere to go: the door is still locked from the inside and the apartment is too high for her to jump off the balcony.
Her only choice is to find the key.
But her journey comes to a stunted end all too quickly. She shuffles her feet again, mentally preparing herself to move, when she feels a sting on her ankle. She looks down to see the feather that had fallen out of the cupboard shaking violently on the ground and then she remembers something that almost makes her throw up. The missing feathers from his wings weren’t lost in the wind from take off, he was hiding them around the apartment. As if on cue, Shin whips her head forward and he’s already there looming in the doorway. She can’t read his face, though he isn’t expressionless. There’s something boiling under the surface she can’t place, too modest to be anger yet too passionate to be annoyance.
“Shin,” he says in a dangerously level tone, “what are you doing in here?”
Fuck off you goddamn pyschopath! Silence.
He takes a step forward and she matches one back. “I thought you were asleep.”
I would have been if I ate your drugged fucking ramen. Silence.
Another step forward, another step back. “Are you alright? Did you have a bad dream? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Get away from me! Silence.
She walks backwards until her heel bumps the wall. She doesn’t remember being this panicked even when she was fighting AFO. Although she wasn’t certain Hawks would kill her, it felt like her life was at stake in a much more frightening way, in a way that she’d be indebted to him forever, that she’d never see outside again other than the view his balcony awards. She’d rather death, but she was so scared in this moment she couldn’t bring herself to risk her life either. It was a Greek tragedy; she knew the ending, but found herself speechless nonetheless.
“It looks like you’ve had a long night, let’s get you back to b-”
“I know.”
“I know, I know Hawks, I know what you’ve been doing.”
He scoffs like she just told a corny pun. “And what is it that I have been doing?”
She opens her palm to hold out the sleeping pills. “These, these you’ve been putting them in my food, I know you have.” She’s talking so fast her tongue can barely catch up.
“What? Nono, those are for me, sometimes I have a hard time getting to sleep. You know how stimulating the force can be.”
“Then what about the key?”
“What key?”
“The door, why is it locked? And why are your feathers scattered around the house? Are you spying on me?!”
He’s close enough to her now that he can put his hands on her shoulders that tremble under his touch. He rubs her arms sympathetically, soft warm palms comforting her goosebumps. “Shin, my feathers malt sometimes, I can’t control that. I’m not ‘hiding’ them but I guess they do leave a bit of a mess,” he chuckles, but she can’t find it in her to laugh with him. “As for the door, it’s just extra protection from the press, I’ve had a few security issues before. But if it would make you feel safer, I’ll show you where I keep it.” She nods like she has rust growing under her jaw and reluctantly takes his hand as he leads her down the hallway to his room.
She’s never been in his room before, but it looks almost identical to the living room; most of the furniture is wooden, stained that suede brown that almost matches his hair. Her heart is still beating out of the chest but the familiarity soothes her anticipation a bit.
“Over here,” he says, guiding her to the opposite end of the room where his nightstand is. As she walks towards him she notices it, but it’s too late: another inside lock.
Feathers flock past her with precise agility and slam the door shut behind her. She pulls at the knob in panic, but she knows she isn’t going anywhere.
She looks back towards Hawks whose back is facing her with his head hunched below his shoulders. He turns slightly, shadows darker than night covering his face. “You know, it didn’t have to be this way.”
She’s finally found her voice but it’s too screechy and high for her to recognize it. “What do you mean ‘this way,’ where is the key Hawks, what is going on? I just want to go home.” Her chest breaks into a sob as she says home, missing her life for the first time since entering this nightmare. She took her life for granted, and now it wasn’t her life to take for granted anymore.
It was his.
“‘Home’?” he asks with a quizzical brow, now facing her. “This is your home.” In no time he’s in front of her, Shin’s small body cowering underneath him against the door. “You’re with me now.”
He continues: “What kind of life did you have before me, anyways? What would you have done without your quirk, who would have been there to protect you?” He crouches down slightly so that he’s eye level with her, though she refuses to meet his gaze. He wipes a tear from the corner of her eye that was threatening to fall down her cheek. “You can’t go living on your own, you know that, don’t you? Besides, we have a whole future together.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. “‘F-future?’”
“Yeah of course, I mean you live here now right? And I know, I know, you may not feel the same way I do right now but you will eventually, and by then we’ll be a family.” “A-a family? I don’t want kids with you you fucking weirdo!” And with that Shin did the most reckless, stupidest thing she’s ever done in her life and smacked Hawks right across the face and tried to make a break for his bedroom window. It was in vain, of course, but Shin had tasted the last few seconds of freedom in her run to the window she would enjoy for the rest of her life. Before she could make it to the wall, she was caught by the fabric of her clothes by a hoard of feathers and effortlessly lifted onto his bed. In their retreat, the feathers had destroyed the pyjamas she had on, the material now torn to shreds and surrounding her near-naked body on the bed.
Hawks walked towards her rubbing his cheek and held the feathers at bay so they were far away enough to encircle the radius around him and his bed, but close enough that they could draw at any moment. “Now why,” he said as he began to unbutton his pants, “would you do that? I wonder if it’s smart to push away the one person you have in the world.” His pants drop to the floor as he shreds his shirt revealing a lean and toned back the moonlight bounced off of like manufactured spotlight. He turns, sharp eyes softening at the sight of Shin finally, finally, naked in his bed. His dreams have finally come to fruition; though premature, this was the moment he was waiting for. There would be others, but the first time had to be now when she was on the verge of breaking. He couldn’t wait to have her build herself up again, he had to act now, to extinguish any spark she had left.
He climbs into the bed with her to which she cowers, her arms moving instinctively to her chest but he swiftly catches her wrists. “Darling, I know this is a lot right now but don’t annoy me. You’ve already hit me - which I haven’t forgotten by the way - so let’s take a minute to think this time, yeah?” He moves fast, his mouth already planting suckles and kisses on her neck as she tries to repress the squeals aching to get out of her throat. She’s trying to wiggle free but he’s too big and she’s too small.
He has a leg in between hers and a hand holding her wrists over her head. He’s effective in reducing her struggling, but he can’t get her to kiss him back when he presses his lips on hers. She tries to bite him but he’s too quick with a dodge of his head. He recedes his lips back to her face, pressing against her cheek that’s wet with tears. 
His fingers trail down to where her thighs meet her hips drawing circles in the dips and crevices. “Shh,” he coos. “It’s just me.” And that is exactly the problem, that it’s only Hawks and only will be Hawks for the rest of her life.
His callous digits find their way to her precious folds which - to Shin’s embarrassment - are glazed with slick. He rubs tenderly around her clit, teasing the sensitive area with a gentle thud that vibrates against her swollen lips slightly. Insidious guilt begins to fill her stomach; this is bad, this is very bad I can’t be enjoying this.
But if this experience has taught her anything, it’s that no bad thing is only bad. Hawks for all the manipulative, monstrous, malice things he is also helped her during her time in need and cared for her in ways she could never provide for herself. Maybe he’s right, maybe the only future she’d really enjoy is one that would involve him. The old Shin would be kicking and screaming the whole time even if it would end up getting her killed, but after having her life nearly ripped from her once before, she figures settling for a future with someone who is dedicated to loving her maybe isn’t the worst thing.
So she does her best to relax her muscles and breathe through his artful pulses as he slowly finds his way to the back of her cunt, curving at just the right spots. Her breaths heavy and stutter against his skin and he smiles in response into her neck. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” 
She wishes she had a say in all of this and wasn’t being taken against her will. She’s terrified for her life, that if she makes another wrong move she might get sliced to pieces. Even if she tried to reject him, she wasn’t convinced her body would follow suit; the tension between her legs was already building despite her earlier attempts to suppress it. Hawks was too persistent for her body to catch up with.
She’s nearly spilling over his fingers when he leans backwards releasing his grip from her wrists to pull his boxers off. A feather slides in between them and holds its place at her neck. “In case you had any more crazy ideas,” he says through a wink. When he’s completely naked he leans towards her once more and plucks the feather from the air to trail it lightly down her chest settling at one of her nipples. Her breath hitches at the tingle and then hiccups again when she feels his fat tip kiss her entrance. He had spent some time prepping her, but she wasn’t certain it would be enough. Shin was just so tiny compared to him, she was easily overwhelmed; even his fingers had stretched her to the point she had to claw at the sheets to cope with the initial discomfort.
“W-wait,” she says, “can you at least put on a condom?”
His lips turn into an almost-pout as if he was genuinely offended she would even consider such a thing. “But how could we ever start a family if you’re not swollen with me?” She tries to protest again but he hushes her by bottoming out to which she nearly screams from the sudden intrusion. “You don’t need to worry your little head about anything else from now on, alright? Just let me do this for you. Just take me.”
He doesn’t have to tell her because that’s all she can do other than silently sob and plead under her breath. He’s still upset that she hasn’t completely come around, but he does forget it when he looks down at her small body tucked neatly underneath him with her legs spread around him as if she’s begging him to take her, to fill her, to complete her. She isn’t of course, but it’s so easy to imagine that her tear-stained face is wailing in pleasure than in fear when her pussy is squeezing him so tight. Her cunt is screaming at him to keep going until she’s brimming with his seed with every sickening squelch of her juices as his hips shck against hers.
She struggles out of reflex but for the most part she just lays there as Hawks does as he pleases, laying there feeling her own body betray her as the tension in her core builds and builds. “Fuck baby, just like that. Take it, take it,” he tells her, not that he needs to because that’s all she can do.
He grips on to her thigh firmly to give himself more leverage as he tries to fuck into her even deeper. “T-too much,” she tries to tell him, but her quiet complaints are drowned out by his groaning.
“S’close, baby,” he breathes, “gonna make you mine,” and in her temporary euphoria it doesn’t sounds so bad, not when he’s hitting all the right spots in her cunt, not when he holds on to her leg like a life saver, and not when he looks at her like she’s the only person in the world. It all makes sense for the few moments leading up to her high that she actually relaxes her muscles and gives in.
She doesn’t tell him when she cums, but he knows from that unmistakable grip on his cock and the uniquely pitched sounds that leave her mouth. Finally, he thinks, she’s relaxing here a bit. He couldn’t be more delusional, but nonetheless the thought of Shin reciprocating his love for her is just enough to push him over the edge as he spills into her sore cunt. They both look at each other with half-lidded eyes, mouths panting, begging for air. 
Surprisingly enough, it’s Shin who breaks the silence. “How-how often are we going to do this?”
“As many times as it takes, lovebird.” She was afraid he’d say that. She’d wish this was more of an escapade, that she was just some whore he kept around to toy with every now and then. She feels guilty for fathoming something so degrading, but being subjected to being Hawks’ baby maker somehow is even more insulting. She had purpose before her fight with AFO, and now that too was taken from her. She can’t say Hawks hadn’t provided for her in some way, but she also exchanged everything he gave for something irreplaceably precious. 
So she lays there unable to move - partly from the exhaustion, partly from the terror - as he stands up suddenly. She doesn’t say where are you going or why are you leaving, instead she asks: “Y-you’re going to leave me?”
And there it was. She wasn’t broken, not entirely, but shattered just enough that despite all the terrible things he had done to her, she still relied on him. He grimaces as he puts his shirt on, leering down at her with those amber eyes. “Not for long, love, just going to get your pillows from the couch. You’ll be sleeping with me, here, from now on. Isn’t that better?”
She nods slowly, unsure of what to think about her arrangement, but what she does know is she can’t be alone on a couch tonight, even if the alternative is being in bed with the same person who has taken everything from her. She has succumbed to the fear of being Hawks’ pursuant that she has settled for becoming his lover, a dangerous relation no less, but safer than being part of the hunt. At least she has already been hunted and the grievous chase and gruesome death is over, all that is left is to be consumed, to be picked at until there is nothing left but a carcass. Perhaps there is still time for her, perhaps she isn’t destined to such a carnivorous end, but our endings are only as good as our choices, and what Shin chooses now is ease.
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sukunababy · 2 months ago
𝕳𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙 𝕯𝖊𝖚𝖘 || 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 2021
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“𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚”
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𝗙𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲/𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 ⇨ 𝗝𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻, 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁, 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗮, 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻, 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂!!, 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗼 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗠𝗮𝗻
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𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
♰ 𝟭. 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿/𝗣𝗲𝘁 — 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗮 ⇨ After Party
♰ 𝟮. 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗹 — 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 ⇨ New Pleasures
♰ 𝟯. 𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 — 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗮 ⇨ Daddy’s little girl
♰ 𝟰. 𝗗𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 — 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗝. 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 ⇨ Crybaby
♰ 𝟱. 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Late Night
♰ 𝟲. 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 ⇨ Dance in the Dark
♰ 𝟳. 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 ⇨ Movie Night
♰ 𝟴. 𝟲𝟵 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 ⇨ Daddy knows best
♰ 𝟵. 𝗚𝘂𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 — 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗼 ⇨ Harley & Joker
♰ 𝟭𝟬. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Halloweed
♰ 𝟭𝟭. 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗦𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 ⇨ Mirror on the wall
♰ 𝟭𝟮. 𝗦𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ Endorphins
♰ 𝟭𝟯.𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 — 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 ⇨ Stockholm
♰ 𝟭𝟰. 𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰— 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗺𝗲𝘀 ⇨ Swan Lake  
♰ 𝟭𝟱. 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 + 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Daddy’s best friends
♰ 𝟭𝟲. 𝗘𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺 — 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗼 ⇨ The Meeting
♰ 𝟭𝟳. 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆 — 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Blades
♰ 𝟭𝟴. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 ⇨ NNN
♰ 𝟭𝟵. 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 ⇨ The Babysitter
♰ 𝟮𝟬. 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿 ⇨ From Fuck You to Fuck Me
♰ 𝟮𝟭. 𝗢𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Smile ‘n click
♰ 𝟮𝟮. 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗠𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Pillow talk
♰ 𝟮𝟯. 𝗖𝘂𝗺𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗢𝗚 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ The Queen of Curses
♰ 𝟮𝟰. 𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 — 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 ⇨ In the Mic
♰ 𝟮𝟱. 𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗞𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝘆𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗷𝗶 ⇨ Engine faults
♰ 𝟮𝟲. 𝗗𝗣 𝟭 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 — 𝗢𝗚 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ The King
♰ 𝟮𝟳. 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 ⇨ My handyman neighbor
♰ 𝟮𝟴. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 — 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘂𝘆𝘂 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼 ⇨ Sweet dreams
♰ 𝟮𝟵. 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ The Cabin in the Woods
♰ 𝟯𝟬. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 ⇨ Spring Riding
♰ 𝟯𝟭. 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼, 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂, 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 & 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ Welcome to the Party
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itsruiblue · a month ago
Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou
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Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles
Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  
(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)
Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18
Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 
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When you agreed to date Katsuki Bakugou, you’d honestly thought you’d been prepared for everything. The ash-blond was probably as explosive as a single person could ever get and one needed nerves of steel to simply remain in the same room as him for an extended period of time and not get blown up. And, considering you’d had this down for far longer than you’d actually been in a romantic relationship with him, you’d assumed there’d be nothing he could do that could ever put you in a perpetual state of shock.
You were proven suddenly, violently wrong one evening towards the end of your UA career when Katsuki came storming into your dorm room with a look on his face that would probably have caused some poor old lady to keel over from heart failure if she caught sight of it.
You, however, were somewhat tougher than some old lady and so, when the door of your bedroom slammed open, you merely gave your boyfriend a mild look from where you were lying on your stomach on your bed.
“What’s up?”
Katsuki didn’t reply immediately. Rather, he stared at you, his face curling in an odd mixture of disgust and embarrassment that you had never seen before. His cheeks flushed pink in such a way that you might have thought he’d been working out, (despite the fact that you knew he hadn’t). His gaze moved, slipping from your face to the book you had propped up on a pillow that you’d relocated to the foot of your bed, to the UA uniform you had yet to change out after the school day. His jaw clenched as he seemed to steel himself.
Then he said, “Let’s fuck.”
You choked. The air in your lungs had suddenly turned to cement at your boyfriend’s unexpected proclamation and it felt like all you could do was gape at him, your mouth opening and closing like some kind of confused fish.
Katsuki glowered at you heatedly, obviously choosing to ignore the way his cheeks were practically glowing from his furious blush. “Don't look at me like that. You look ugly as fuck."
"Fuck you, Katsuki!" Your mouth snapped closed and suddenly you could breathe again. Katsuki took absolutely no notice of your indignant words, however, only turning to close your bedroom door before going right back to staring at you intently.
You glared back at him, now in a thoroughly bad mood. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Let's fuck," Katsuki repeated, taking a step closer. "Right now."
 You gave him a disgruntled look, your face doing well at hiding the absolute shock and surprise that was still coursing through your body like acid. 'Let's fuck,’ - What did that even mean?
Katsuki let out an annoyed grunt and crossed his arms over his chest as you continued to sit in silence, thinking. Then he rolled his eyes heavily.
"Look, if it disgusts you that much, then it's fine, we don't have to." He started to turn away, his expression still stoic but you could tell immediately by the look in his eyes that he was hurt.
You were on your feet before you even had time to think, reaching out to grab hastily at the back of his school shirt. Katsuki felt your grip on the material and stopped, however, he didn't turn around. His hands were at his sides, clenched into fists and shaking just slightly.
For a moment the pair of you stood, silent, as you thought about what it was you wanted to say. Then you sighed.
“That’s not what I meant,’ you said in a very quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. “I want to, Katsuki. I just… I’m confused.”
Katsuki exhaled softly. “Confused?” he asked in a tone just as low as your own.
“Why do people fuck?” He turned around then, one eyebrow arched as he gave you a very questioning look. “I thought you were smart, nerd.”
You slapped lightly at his bicep. “No, dipshit, not like that. I mean… why now? Why do you suddenly want to do this?” You dropped his gaze. “I’ve brought it up before but you didn’t seem very interested. I thought you didn’t want to… you know, with me.”
“You dumbass,” Katsuki mumbled. “That’s not…” he ground his teeth together in frustration before placing his hands on either side of your face. You stared at him, surprised, as he turned your head upwards forcing you to look into his sharp ruby eyes. “That’s not it at all. I just wanted to be sure we were both ready. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Really?” you mumbled. He nodded earnestly.
A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. You poked him lightly in the chest. “Wow, look at you being considerate.”
“Tch,” Katsuki scowled at you, annoyed. “I’m always fucking considerate, you nerd.”
“Yeah, sure.” You continued to poke him, grinning properly now. “’Considerate Katsuki’, that’s definitely you.”
“Fuck off!” He shoved you away from him, glowering. You stumbled back, laughing, though not before you grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him with you. The pair of you collapsed unceremoniously backward onto your bed.
You relaxed at the feeling of Katsuki’s familiar weight pressing your body into the mattress. Reaching your arms up, you linked them around the back of his neck, sighing happily as Katsuki nosed his way into the crook of your shoulder. For a moment, the pair of you remained there, still and quiet, listening only to the sound of each other’s breathing. Then you turned your head slightly, glancing down at the shock of pale hair tickling your ear.
“You never answered my question. About why you wanted to do it now?”
Katsuki shifted; you could feel him scrunch his nose into your collarbone. Then he mumbled something, a jumble of words none of which you could make out, muffled as they were in your shoulder.
Frowning slightly, you turned your head further to look at him. “What was that?”
“I walked in on Shitty Deku and his girlfriend.”
You froze, eyes widening in shock. “You mean...while they were-?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki mumbled. “Fucking gross.”
You couldn’t control your giggles. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” Your chest heaved as you laughed. “That’s awful! Poor Midoriya.”
Katsuki raised his head to give you an incredulous look. “Poor Midoriya?” he repeated in a tone so disgusted it sent you in a round of fresh giggles. “What the fu- Poor ME!” He gave an exaggerated gag, seemingly reliving the experience. “I don’t wanna see that shit! It’s their fault for not getting a room!”
“Where the fuck were they?” you asked, wide-eyed.
“The goddamn training room.” He sniffed, unimpressed. “Shows how smart that fucking extra is. The fuck did he think was gonna happen?”
You were practically in tears, you were laughing so hard. “And you seriously just walked in on them?”
Katsuki shrugged, incredulous. “I didn’t know they were there! If I had I wouldn’t have gone in.” He gave you a disgusted look. “Do you think I wanna see Deku’s junk? Fucking gross.”
“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, wiping at your eyes. “Because it’s not like you two bathed together when you were little, right?”
Katsuki shoved your face into the pillow, muffling your relapse of laughter. “You promised you’d never bring that up!” he screeched, steam practically coming out of his ears as his cheeks burned bright pink. “I fucking knew I should never have told you.”
You were fully prepared to continue teasing him, your love for the boy beginning to sink beneath your overwhelming desire to make him squirm. However, when Katsuki started to get up, absolutely fuming, your laughter stopped immediately.
“Wait,” you whined, making grabby hands in his direction as he pulled himself off you and backed away from the bed. “Nooo, where are you going?”
“Away from the bitch who’s tryna squash my self-esteem,” he mumbled back, although you could tell from the low tone of his voice that he was jesting, just a little. Sitting up, you reached out for him again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop laughing,” you pouted, fingers wiggling in his direction. “Please don’t leave.”
Katsuki watched you for a minute, seemingly contemplating his options. You knew it was highly possible he’d ignore your complaints completely and walk out just for the sake of being petty. After all, Katsuki had never been one to be swayed by puppy eyes.
However, he seemed to want to stay just as much as you wanted to keep him, and so after a few agonizing seconds, he came traipsing back towards the bed. You waited until he’d flopped down beside you before climbing into his lap and looping your arms around his neck once again. Katsuki glared at you as you smiled down at him, however, he didn’t push you away. Rather, his hands came up to rest on each of your hips, holding you in place with one of your legs on either side of his body.
You leaned down to give him a light peck on the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry.”
Katsuki scowled. “You should be.”
“And I promise I’ll forget that you and Midoriya bathed together when you were three.”
Katsuki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. “You’d fucking better,” he snarled, which had you hiding your smile.
(You knew you’d never forget it. But you weren’t particularly inclined to tell him just yet)
For a moment, the pair of you sat in silence, simply looking at each other in the dim light of your dorm room. You’d already closed your curtains; the darkness of the evening being kept at bay only by the warm yellow glow of your desk lamp. Katsuki’s eyes were calm as he watched you, his expression relaxing as one of his thumbs began to brush circles into your hip bone. You made up your mind.
“So…” you said, quietly willing your voice not to shake. “You still wanna fuck?”
The widening of Katsuki's eyes was so slight it was almost indiscernible. Almost. He let go of your hip and leaned back to rest his weight on the heels of his hands behind him, studying your face with a blank expression on his own. You looked right back at him, refusing to let your features give anything away. However, despite the both of your causal attitudes, there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there moments before. And it was mounting.
Katsuki tilted his head slightly to the right. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze flicked up and down your body. Then he shrugged one shoulder.
"I mean, if you wanna."
You were on him in a second. Chest to chest, you drank in his scent, his taste, as your mouth met his in a bruising kiss. Katsuki let out a small grunt of surprise but didn’t shy away from your enthusiasm. In fact, his arms came up to wrap securely around your body and pull you even closer on his lap as he himself collapsed backward until his back was flat to the bed.
You slid a hand into his thick hair to grip at the blond locks, fingernails scratching along his scalp. Katsuki’s mouth was furious against yours; you could feel the tension spilling from him into you as his lips molded with yours and his arms trapped you flush against his chest. His tongue slid between you, begging eagerly for entrance to your mouth, and when you failed to open up for him, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your bottom lip.
You pulled back with a slight squeak and gave him an annoyed look. “Quit doing that.”
“Quit teasing me then” was all he had in reply before one of his hands came up to grab the back of your head and forced you back down to him. You didn’t resist and your lips smashed into his again with an eagerness that had you both groaning. Taking advantage of the situation, you were quick to nip Katsuki back, and when his lips parted in slight shock, you slid your tongue between them to meet his. Katsuki groaned, loud enough that you felt it vibrate through his chest. Without warning, his hips thrust upwards and you gasped a little as the bulge of his semi-hard cock pressed into the flesh of your thigh.
“Fuck, sorry.” Katsuki pulled back with a grimace. “I didn’t mean…”
You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. In fact…” you pursed your lips, trying to stifle your nerves, and then gave an experimental roll of your own hips. “Keep going.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened in earnest and he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave it bright pink. “Fuck,” he mumbled in a low voice as his hands slid to grip your hips once again, holding your body in place over his crotch. You ground down on him again and Katsuki groaned, his head falling back against the bedcovers. “H-holy shit.”
This wasn’t foreign territory for you. Despite not having gone all the way yet, you and Katsuki were well acquainted with the idea of dry humping; heavy make-out sessions after particularly frustrating training exercises had become the norm for you, the second that mutual comfort regarding each other’s bodies was developed. You’d learned enough in those few instances to have a good idea of what made your boyfriend tick, and now, as you rutted your hips back and forth against his, you said a silent thank you to the universe for it.
Gaining confidence, you sank one of your hands back into Katsuki’s soft hair and pulled it just enough to force his head back and to the side. A shock of satisfaction rushed through you as the smooth skin of his neck was exposed for your hungry eyes and then, unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to trail kisses down the line of his jugular. At the same time, your free hand slipped between where your torso was pressed against Katsuki’s and snuck quietly under the hem of his shirt to trail absentmindedly over his muscled abdomen.
You felt Katsuki’s entire body shiver under you, a soft moan falling from his lips. His fingers dug deep into the divots of your hips and then, without warning, he took control, moving your body back and forth of his own accord against his now fully hard cock.
You sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, a shock coursing through your nerves as your clothed clit dragged against the front of Katsuki’s crotch. Your boyfriend seemed to notice this and a small smirk caught at his lips as he repeated the action, forcing your hips towards him and then down along the bulge in his pants. You keened into his shoulder, unable to ignore the way heat flared between your legs, and then, frustrated by the change in dynamic, sunk your teeth into Katsuki’s sweet spot.
“Ah fuck.” He moaned at the feeling, unable to control the way his hips instinctively rutted up.
Your own pleasure was becoming distracting now. With the sound of Katsuki’s whines in your ears and the way his constant thrusting was stimulating your clit (though not quite enough), you were finding it difficult to focus on anything other than your continued assault of his neck. Katsuki usually didn’t permit hickeys, considering the idea of people knowing he felt any emotions other than “strength” to be disgusting. However, you judged by the way shivers were rushing up and down his body in tandem with your licks against his neck, that he had no objection now. This was only confirmed further when one of his large hands left its place on your hip to palm the back of your head, physically preventing you from pulling away (not that you wanted to).
As you worked on his neck, the hand that had snuck under his shirt was exploring. Your fingertips brushed light as feathers across his abdomen, the barely-there scratch of your nails against his skin driving the boy under you absolutely insane. His muscles flexed every time you brushed over them, probably more out of instinct than anything else, and when you laid your palm flat against his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heart beneath it. 
Tilting your head upwards slightly, you gave a light nibble to Katsuki’s earlobe. He suddenly stilled, both his hands going to grip your hips hard enough to slow your movements as his entire body stiffened. You pulled away from his neck then, confused, to see that his eyes were squeezed shut so hard it almost looked painful and his jaw was clenched into a sharp line.
Propping your torso up against his chest, you gave him a concerned look, a spike of worry shooting through you that maybe you’d somehow made him uncomfortable. “Katsu? Are you-?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, cutting you off as his muscles began to relax once again. “Just…gimme a second.”
He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s all good. I just… almost came in my pants.”
You blinked then grinned. “Aw, Katsu, you must really be enjoying this, huh?’
“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled, blushing. “You’re enjoying it too, you little shit.”
You couldn’t lie; you were enjoying it. Especially now that you knew Katsuki had almost hit his climax just from you grinding on him; it sent a special kind of fizz right to your core and made your legs clench a little closer together around Katsuki’s hips.
Katsuki himself seemed to have recovered somewhat because his eyelids fluttered open and he raised a single eyebrow at you, sharp eyes gleaming.
“You still wanna do this? Not scared?”
“Course not.” You gave him a sly smile though your heart was pounding in your chest. “Are you?”
“Tch.” Katsuki scoffed and gave you a look as if to ask ‘are you dumb?’ “What the fuck do I have to be scared of?”
You shrugged and sat up once again. “Pussy?”
Katsuki coloured deeply but kept his scowl as he pushed himself up to grab your hips again. “Fuck no. Your pussy better be scared of me, dumbass.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Considering you’ve never once gone near it.”
You’d expected him to be embarrassed, a ploy to get him to show off his pretty blush even more. But to your surprise, a smirk began to curl across Katsuki’s lips and you realised his interpretation of your words was very different to your own. A shock passed down your body when his hand slipped, sliding from your hip downwards until he was gripping your thigh.
“Do you want me to?” His voice was low, barely more than a growl, and you could feel the vibration of it rumbling deep in his chest through your hands. You gave a sharp inhale in tandem with a jump in your nerves. Something throbbed between your legs.
“I…” you mumbled, flustered enough that your words tangled on your tongue and it took you a few seconds to unravel them. “I mean… i-if you want.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly and he gave your thigh a hard squeeze. Your jaw went slack as you let out a soft gasp.
“None of that crap,” Katsuki growled low, leaning forward so his mouth was just centimetres from the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “What do you want?”
The words came before you could process them. “Touch me.”
And then his mouth was back on yours, tongue sliding immediately between your slack lips as his hand kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his palm warm and rough against your skin. You kissed back fervently, one of your hands immediately flying back to his hair while the other cupped the side of his jaw, holding him as close as you possibly could. Katsuki groaned into your mouth as your hips rolled instinctively and his grip on your hip tightened, forcing you to stop moving.
“No fucking way,” he mumbled as best he could through your flurry of kisses. “I‘m gonna touch you, and you’re gonna sit still.”
You didn’t even have it in you to object as the hand on your thigh finally moved, sliding up and up, the skin beneath his touch burning. With every centimetre closer his fingers drew to your core, you could feel your arousal growing. You were sure your panties must already be wet through.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Katsuki’s hand finally disappeared beneath your skirt and you hissed as the pads of his fingers pressed right up against your clothed cunt. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the feeling and cursed softly under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You could only exhale shakily in reply, nerves already jumping at the feeling of Katsuki’s long fingers brushing back and forth against the dampness of your panties. Even through the material you could feel their light pressure against your clit; the feather-light touches were agonising and the feeling, combined with the continued building excitement, was beginning to cloud your head.
Katsuki, who had definitely noticed the way your torso went just a little limp against his chest, grinned. “I haven’t even touched you properly and you already look like that? Fuck, princess.”
You scowled as best you could. “S-shut up, a-asshole. You’re fucking teasing me.”
“I can stop?” His smirk was cruel as he pulled his hand back. You let out an uncontrollable whine as the feeling of his fingers disappeared completely, and slumped forward so your forehead was pressed into his shoulder.
“Nononono, please don’t stop,” you slurred into the material of his uniform shirt. Your hips rolled uncontrollably against his crotch. “Please, Katsu.”
His expression softened just slightly at the nickname, his inability to say no to you battling with his deep desire to tease. He kept his hand back for a long moment, watching as you became more and more desperate on his lap, your whines almost turning to wails. Then his resolve crumbled and he brought your face to his with a firm hand on the back of your head, lips meeting yours roughly.
You couldn’t help it; you moaned into his mouth as his hand snuck back under your skirt, bypassing the teasing this time to rub up and down your clit. Your kisses grew sloppy as the feeling overwhelmed you, the parallel processing of kissing Katsuki and grinding your hips down on his fingers suddenly becoming too much for your brain to handle. You broke away from him with a gasp, your entire body twitching as he increased the pressure just slightly.
Katsuki was blushing hard; his cheeks glowing a bright, rosy pink as he explored your most intimate region. Even so, his eyes were burning even more, bright and focused, and he seemed to eat up your reactions like they were his last meal.
It didn’t take long for his thumb to hook into the band of your panties.
You bit down on your lip, hard, and let your head fall back to his shoulder as you felt his fingers slide up and then down, slipping inside the now-soaked material of your panties. Both of you sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips stroked down your slit proper.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes widening at the feeling as your heat pulsing beneath his digits. “You’re so wet!”
The expression on his face was almost comical; eyes round and mouth slack-jawed with surprise, and you probably would have laughed if your head wasn’t so fuzzy from the feeling of his middle finger rolling over your clit. All you managed was a slightly disgruntled, “No shit.”
“What…” Katsuki started, then swallowed. His heart was beating incredibly hard through his chest, something you could feel through your own. “What feels good?”
You bit back a whimper as his finger ran over your clit again, too fast. “Here,” you mumbled, unwinding one of your arms from around his neck to slip your hand down to join his beneath your skirt. “I’ll show you.”
Your grip moved from his wrist to the back of his hand and then you spread your fingers out, your hand covering his. Gently you began to direct him, moving his fingers with yours.
“There,” you mumbled as you maneuvered his placement. “Rub there… like this.”
Katsuki seemed to be concentrating hard, his eyebrow furrowed and his mouth set in a small frown as he took in the way you moved his fingers. He let you control his digits for a moment, rubbing small circles on your clit using his middle finger while he spectated. Then, once he felt confident by himself, he gently took the control back.
“Like this?’ he asked quietly, mimicking your movements without your help. You could only nod as your back arched, chest pressing closer to his as the tingling of pleasure shot down your spine.
“O-oh fuck, Katsuki.”
“Shit,” Katsuki mumbled and his voice trembled almost as much as yours. “Don’t moan my name like that, princess.” Unprovoked, he moved his hand further down to slip one of his long fingers up inside your cunt. You keened, eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” your boyfriend mumbled, almost to himself as he experimentally began to pump his finger in and out of you. “I… holy fuck, princess.”
You suddenly became aware of the fact that his whole body seemed to be trembling beneath you, his muscles tense as he marvelled at the feeling of your inner walls pulsing around his digit. His finger moved without resistance, coated in a thick layer of your slippery arousal as your pussy practically gushed around it.
You could feel his cock straining against his uniform slacks, its bulge pressing into your inner thigh. He hadn’t made any kind of suggestion for you to touch him since the earlier grinding, and while you appreciated the fact that he was focusing solely on you, you didn’t want to leave him out either. It was this that prompted you to slowly slide one of your own hands down his chest, path set on the tent made in his pants by his hard cock. You moved slowly, giving Katsuki fair warning should he want to stop you. However, as your hand brushed down his chest to his abs to the buckle of his belt, the only reaction he gave was a sharp intake of breath.
Your fingers were curling around his belt, ready to undo it, when a shock of pleasure shot through your entire body and you slumped forward with a muffled moan. A second of Katsuki’s fingers had slipped inside you and he’d curled them, stroking along the spongy inside of your cunt with surprising precision for someone who had absolutely no experience. At the same time, his thumb had moved to your clit to continue rubbing slow circles there and your whole body trembled at the feeling, a sudden knot becoming apparent in the base of your stomach.
You bit down on your bottom lip and forced it back. No fucking way am I gonna cum before I get to touch his dick.
 Katsuki groaned as you undid his belt buckle and then the button and zip of his slacks. His cock was straining against his briefs beneath, a spot on the grey material already damp from pre-come. You didn’t pull the clothing away yet, mind too hazy to think as Katsuki pushed his fingers even deeper and hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck!”
“Baby,” Katsuki whimpered as you moaned, the word slurring slightly on his tongue. “Baby, you’re so…”
You didn’t give him time to finish, reaching down to palm his cock directly over his briefs before the sentence was complete. Katsuki let out a muffled grunt of surprise and then his head fell forward, coming to rest, much like your own, on your shoulder. You could feel his heavy breath against your collarbone.
The tension in your abdomen was building now, a constant pressure that reminded you of the high Katsuki was slowly drawing from you. Your moans were sweet, constant, but now they were joined by Katsuki’s groans of pleasure as you rubbed up and down his length through his underwear. He was rutting his cock regularly into your touch, his abs working as he forced his hips upwards despite your weight holding them down. “Katsu,” you found yourself mumbling over and over, although you weren’t sure if it was a result of his fingers still pumping in and out of your cunt or the way he seemed so desperate for you to keep touching him.
And then suddenly, his fingers were gone, pulled from your cunt and your panties as Katsuki groaned loudly, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he mumbled as you let out an almost painful whimper, devastated by the loss of stimulation. “I’m sorry, baby, just… let me” he began to claw at his shirt, undoing some buttons and breaking others until the entire front was undone and open. “s’too hot.”
You helped him push the garment from his shoulders, all too eager to expose his torso for you to ogle. The dim light of the room had his already tanned skin glowing golden, while the dips of his muscles were thrown into even greater contrast. Without thinking you leaned down to kiss his defined collarbone, nipping gently at the soft skin as you tried to distract yourself from the desperate ache between your legs.
Thankfully Katsuki didn’t let you go unattended for long. After throwing his shirt somewhere into the depths of the room, he grabbed at you once again; taking a few seconds to massage your thighs before his hand snuck beneath your skirt and dove back into your panties. There was no hesitation as he slipped his fingers inside you this time. In fact, he seemed more confident, curling them upwards almost immediately to bring all the burning tensions rushing back. Your head fell back at the feeling, lips parting in a moan. Your hand stilled on Katsuki’s cock for a second, mind too clouded to fully process everything. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind, however, he was too busy staring up at you with hearts in his eyes as a whine of his own tumbled from his tongue.
“Fuck,” the boy mumbled before leaning forward. His mouth was so hot when it met your neck, tongue practically burning as it laved along your skin and sent you into an even higher state of pleasure “You’re… so…fucking…hot,” Katsuki mumbled between kisses, punctuating his words with a thrust of his fingers. “D’you think you’re gonna cum?”
You bit your lip. “Maybe.” Your voice was high and shaky, pleasure turning the corners of your mind fuzzy and unfocused. “K-keep going.”
And so he did, pushing you higher and higher as his middle and ring fingers thrust into you while his thumb drew figure-eights on your clit. Your hips ground rhythmically into his hand, instinctively looking for more friction as your moans grew steadily higher. You could feel it building, the heated tension that held back the waves of pleasure. Your desperation, too, was growing, spurred on by the way Katsuki groaned softly every now and then, just from looking at you. Finally, you were sitting right on the edge, legs shaking and hips jumping as you pushed further and further, searching for that final something that would send you tumbling into the haze of your orgasm.
Thank fuck Katsuki knew what that something was.
Pulling his head from your neck, he rested his chin on your shoulder so his mouth was right against the shell of your ear. For a moment, he pressed soft kisses to the skin beneath it that had your whole body tingling. Then he leaned impossibly closer and whispered, his voice just a little scratchy, “You’re doing so well, princess. Come on, cum for me. You can do it.”
Your body seemed to buffer for a moment, the shock of his unexpected praise sending every axon into overdrive. Then your head tipped backward in a silent moan as your orgasm crashed through you, the tension finally snapping and sending you into a haze of pleasure so intense your senses deserted you for a few seconds.
You had never once felt that before.
Katsuki worked you through your orgasm, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he kissed up and down your jugular. When you finally drifted back to yourself, eyes fluttering open to give him a hazy look, he grinned, far too smug for his own good.
You stared at him for a moment, brain struggling to place what had happened. Then the slightest semblance of a scowl crossed your face 
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I didn’t say anything, dumbass,” he replied, still smirking. “You just fucking came, didn’t you?” He pulled his fingers from your cunt as he spoke. When he held them up to the light, showing off the way they were coated in liquid, so much so that it was dripping from his fingers down the tendons on the back of his hands, you felt yourself flush. Cheeks burning furiously, you hide your face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, refusing to show him your embarrassment.
Katsuki laughed, not maliciously, and rubbed his clean hand up and down your back. It was comforting, despite his teasing, and you couldn’t help the way you relaxed into him, loving the way the bare skin of his shoulder was so smooth against your hot cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was low as he spoke, tone serious enough that you knew he wanted you to trust what he was saying. “That’s was fucking amazing, you dumbass. Please tell me you liked it.”
You almost laughed. “Of course I liked it. I mean, fuck, Katsuki. Where on earth did you learn to do that?” Your eyes suddenly narrowed and you raised your head to give him a piercing look. “Have you been practicing on someone else?”
Katsuki wiped his fingers on your bedsheets – a move that had you making a small, outraged noise – and then flicked you in the centre of the forehead. “Who the fuck am I gonna practice on, huh? You’re the only shitty girl I can stand, you loser.”
“That’d better be true,” you threatened, glaring at him. “Otherwise, I’ll cut your dick off.”
“As if you could-ah!” his words dissolved into a low moan and your hand slid between the pair of you to squeeze his still-hard cock.
It was as if the both of you had suddenly remembered the fact that Katsuki was still painfully turned on. Even the lightest brush of your hand over his length had your boyfriend practically writhing beneath you, his eyes wide and hazy as he grabbed onto your hips in search of support.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Katsuki whined as you stroked the full length of his cock, still through his boxers. “Baby, please...”
“Please what?” you whispered to him as your pussy throbbed between your legs, sparking back into feeling as Katsuki panted beneath you. He thrust up erratically and whined when you withdrew your hand.
“Please what, Katsuki?” you repeated, your voice stronger this time. It wasn’t often you would get Katsuki like this, shaking and desperate beneath you, and you intended to take full advantage of it in the limited time you had.
Katsuki gave a choked swallow at your assertive tone and buried his face in your shoulder. You could feel his erratic breaths against your skin. “Please,” he whispered, and his voice was so desperate, so needy, it gave you a headrush so strong you had to bite back a moan of your own.
“What do you want me to do?” you whispered to him. “Tell me, Katsu, otherwise I don’t know.”
“Make me cum.” His answer was immediate, quiet but strong, and you knew that was as close you would be getting to having Katsuki on his knees begging for.
A smile curled across your lips as you pulled him into a deep kiss. “With pleasure.”
His briefs gave without much resistance, your fingers eager to slip them down and allow his length to spring free. You didn’t waste time staring at it, equal parts too nervous and too excited. Instead, you reached out immediately to stroke him, admiring the way his skin felt soft as velvet beneath your touch.
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath at the raw contact, his eyes rolling almost immediately into the back of his head. “O-oh,” he mumbled softly, his tone weak, and for a moment you thought he was going to collapse backward onto his back. Then his grasp tightened on your hips, stopping him from falling away. You smiled slightly, grip teasing up his length.
“Good?” you asked. Katsuki jerked as the pressure of your fingers increased just a little.
“Good,” he confirmed, nose hiding in the crook of your neck. “More.”
You gave him what he wanted, your pace increasing. You could feel the veins that ran up the side of his cock, pronounced with the constant blood rush. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, running down his length and making your hand slip smoothly along him. Katsuki was rocking his hips in time to your pumps – most likely instinctively – as he pushed for his own pleasure, his moans muffled into the soft skin of your neck.
The angle was a little awkward, your wrist having to flex in a way it wasn’t accustomed to in order for you to reach all of him. But you continued anyway, already drunk off the way Katsuki was falling to pieces under your touch.
“Shit.” Katsuki’s shaky whimper snapped you from your thoughts. “I’m so close, fucking hell.”
This encouraged you further and you increased your pace, twisting your hand to try and stimulate more of his nerves at once. As your thumb slid over his head, Katsuki keened; a long, low whine slipped from his lips as you felt his whole body tense beneath you, preparing for release. Using your free hand, you tugged his head from your neck by his hair and smashed your lips to his in a searing kiss that had both of you moaning. Suddenly, it felt like all the muscles down Katsuki’s torso rippled, and then, finally, he came with a long groan, muffled by your tongue.
You pulled back to let him breathe, your heart beating so hard it felt like your whole chest was vibrating. Katsuki’s forehead fell against yours as his shoulders heaved with panting breaths. He was trembling slightly.
For a moment the pair of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Then a small smile broke across your face.
“You’re so cute.” The words slipped from your tongue before you could reel them back in. Almost immediately, any sense of fucked-out-ness disappeared from Katsuki’s expression and he gave you a filthy look – one that had you grinning harder to yourself.
“M’not fucking cute, you little shit,” he spat angrily, sitting up straight to glower at you properly. “No fucking way.”
You pouted at him playfully. “But Katsu… You’re so sweet when you moan for me.”
The look on his face was indescribable, a mixture of shock, horror, and pure unbridled rage. You couldn’t help it as you began to giggle, the deep flush of his cheeks spurring you on despite the voice at the back of your head telling you that you’d definitely regret it later.
Katsuki growled. “Say that again.”
You were stupid. You dismissed the warning in his tone. “You look soooooo cute when you’re moaning for- mff!”
Katsuki had grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand – the hand covered in his cum – right at your face. Your eyes practically fell out of your head as he stuffed your dripping fingers right into your own mouth, smothering your tongue in the taste of him.
You choked, shocked.
“If you’re gonna fuck with me, you’re dealing with eating my cum off your hand,” Katsuki practically snarled right up close to your ear. There was a feral glint in his eyes as he watched you choking on your own fingers that you didn’t recognise; it was humiliating and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your pussy throbbed at the dangerous tone of his voice.
Obediently you licked at your own fingers, collecting all remnants of Katsuki’s release from them. It didn’t taste as bad as you expected, salty but not to a degree that had you gagging. Your eyelids drooped as you focused on what you were doing, feeling the burning glare of your boyfriend as he watched your every move.
Finally, once every drop had been swallowed, you pulled your fingers from your mouth with a resounding ‘pop’. Holding them up, you showed them to Katsuki as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. The ash-blond inspected your digits for a few moments as if confirming for himself that your work was up to his standards. Then an evil smirk curled across his face and his eyes met yours again.
“So,” he murmured, leaning in as his crimson eyes pierced through your own. “Am I cute now?”
You shook your head, eyes wide. Katsuki grinned. “S’what I thought.” His hands ran up and down your sides for a second as you continued to stare at each other, the gravity of what was to come next somehow beginning to sink in.
Then Katsuki asked, quietly, tentatively, almost as if he was scared to hear the answer, “…you wanna keep going?”
You didn’t bother giving a verbal answer. Instead, you leaned in and kissed him.
Katsuki’s hands were on you within a second. Rough palms sliding up your sides to your chest, fingers pawing at the material of your school blouse, grabbing as much as they could of your breasts through the material of that and your bra. You arched your back into his touch, chin tipping back at the feeling of his hands on your body. It was addicting, the kind of high you’d never once thought you needed but now that you’d had a taste, you wouldn’t be able to forget it for a while.
Languidly, Katsuki began to pop the buttons of your blouse, eyes drinking in the sight as more and more of your skin was exposed to the open air. His mouth dropped to the swell of your breast, accentuated by the cup of your bra, before he’d even fully discarded your blouse. His lips were feather-light on your skin, barely a soft reminder of his worship of your body. However, it was enough to make you squirm; you could already taste the tang of excitement and pleasure on your tongue and it had butterflies storming your stomach. Your hand slipped into his hair.
“You’re…so…fuckin’…perfect…” Katsuki mumbled between nibbles at the skin of your breast. Your blouse slipped from your arms, forming a heap on the floor somewhere behind you, but you didn’t care. In the dimly lit room, with only Katsuki’s sharp ruby eyes on you, you felt completely comfortable. More than that; you felt valued. Your heart swelled with warmth and love as Katsuki focused on kissing as much of you as he possibly could.
His fingers snuck round your back to grab at the clasp of your bra, inexperience causing him to fumble. Without a word you unhooked the thing yourself, and let the thin straps slide down your arms until the garment had joined your blouse on the floor. Katsuki groaned aloud.
“Fuck,” he mumbled lowly, eyes wide as he stared at your chest in wonder. His hand snuck out, hovering over you for just a second before touching you properly. Katsuki went practically bug-eyed at the feeling of your bare flesh in his palms.
“They’re so… squishy,” he mumbled, teasing at the point of your nipple. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Well, what the fuck did you expect them to feel like? Rocks?”
“Shuddup,” Katsuki grumbled, flushing. His hands cupped both, palms enveloping each breast fully, and he seemed to marvel at them for a second before looking up at you again. “I like them.”
You leaned down, eyes half-lidded. “A teenage boy likes boobs,” you mumbled sarcastically into the air you two shared. “Shocker.” Then you kissed him before he could complain.
It was a soft moment, a kind of calm before the storm, that both of you took time to revel in. Katsuki’s hands slowed their frantic movements just a bit, and his tongue was slow and languid as it rolled with yours. He seemed to drink you in, your taste, smell, feel, as if he wanted to drown himself in you. And you reciprocated gladly, in turn enveloping yourself in all that was him.
Then Katsuki’s fingers found the zipper of your skirt. He yanked it down and rid your body of the material, leaving you sitting in just your still-soaked panties beneath his hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as his fingers hooked into the waistband at your hips. “C’mon, get these off for me, yeah?”
You began to wiggle out of them before a thought struck you and you froze. “Wait,” you mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “We need to switch positions.”
Katsuki’s gave you a confused you – a look that told you he was fully prepared to fuck you right then and there. “What? Why?”
You frowned at him. “Because I’m not being on top my first time, dipshit! Now roll over!”
Katsuki frowned right back at you. “Well, why should I have to be on top my first time?” he countered. It was a valid enough argument, but you could tell his resistance was due to pettiness over you bossing him around and not an actual aversion to being one top. Still, you chose to play to his narrative.
“Because you’re big and strong with ungodly amounts of stamina, and I’m weak and powerless.”
Katsuki laughed outright at that, “You’re so full of shit,” he told you, squeezing slightly at your sides. “The fucking last thing anyone would call you is ‘weak and powerless'.”
He was right of course but your point still stood. Looping your arms around his neck, you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please, Katsu?”
He cracked immediately, you could see it in his face. Even so, he scowled and looked away from you, eyebrows furrowed as he struggled with his pride. “You so fucking…fine! Whatever. Just don’t complain about back pain or some shit later.”
“Back pain?” you snorted. “I don’t think you could fuck me hard enough to give me back pain, Katsuki.”
You were on your back before you had time to realise just how badly you’d fucked up. Katsuki loomed over you, propped up with his elbows on either side of his head, his eyes dark and dangerous as he smirked.
“Is that a challenge?”
Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your chest, your windpipe suddenly feeling like it was filled with ice. A shock of pleasure zipped up your body as you stared up at your boyfriend; he suddenly seemed so much bigger than you, like his entire presence was squashing yours as his body pressed you back into the mattress of your school bed. It would probably have been scary if you couldn’t see his eyes and the complete unadulterated love that shone through all the lust in his expression.
There was no warning when his lips smashed into yours. Your hands slipped around his back, trailing across his defined muscles as you kissed him back. Then you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers hooking back into the band of your panties.
The suspense was suffocating as he slowly slid them down your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, nuzzling to hide your face into the crook of his neck when he pulled away from your lips to look down at your naked body properly.
There was a moment of silence during which a million and one thoughts seemed to rush through your head; ranging from ‘holy fucking shit, I’m naked!’ to ‘What if he thinks I’m ugly?’
Then Katsuki cursed low under his breath and the word was so strangled, so broken, it sent tingles rushing across your skin.
The sound of light scuffling suddenly reached your ears and you blinked your eyes open to see that Katsuki was struggling to rip his own pants and briefs off. His gaze was still fixed on your body, running up and down your skin, looking in a way you could only describe as ‘awestruck’. It sent a flush of warmth through your chest and calmed your raging insecurities enough that when Katsuki let out a stream of garbled curse words, you only giggled.
Once Katsuki was dressed in nothing but his own skin, you pulled him back down to you. His hips slotted between your thighs and your eyes widened slightly when you felt the hardness of his length rub up against your slick folds. Katsuki too groaned at the feeling and pressed the bridge of his nose into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply.
“You still sure you wanna fuck?”
You snorted. “Isn’t it a bit late to back out now?”
Katsuki shook his head. “S’never too late,” he mumbled into the skin of your shoulder. “Tell me to fuck off and I will. Don’t wanna if you’re not comfortable.”
You smiled softly and nosed at his thick hair. One of your hands found his against the bedsheets and your fingers laced with his. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured. “But for now… c’mere.”
You pulled his mouth to yours and Katsuki groaned, giving an experimental roll of his hips. His cock pressed against you and both of you let out low gasps.
“M’gonna….” Katsuki slurred and his free hand slipped down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock, lining himself up. You braced yourself as his head breached your entrance.
It felt weird at first, the stretch far too much to be comfortable. Then it began to burn and your lips opened in a small yelp of pain. Katsuki tensed, prepared to stop, but you shook your head violently and ran your fingers down his back. “Keep going,” you mumbled to him, determined to take the pain – if you were honest with yourself, you had a feeling if he stopped you wouldn't have the courage to continue.
Katsuki gritted his teeth and did as you asked, although his face contorted slightly with each whimper that fell from your lips as if he was being hurt too. Despite this, his eyes were clouded with lust and as he sank further into you he seemed to have a harder and harder time controlling his movements.
Both of you let out long exhales when he finally bottomed out, Katsuki’s of pleasure and yours of pain. He stopped moving then, his entire body stilled as you gripped at his back and bit your tongue, trying to muffle your noises of discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” Katsuki mumbled softly, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Fuck, m’sorry.”
“S’kay,” you mumbled back, your brain hazy. The pain was still there, like fire in your abdomen, but so was a slowly growing feeling of satisfaction, as well as the intoxicating sensation of having Katsuki so close. You bit your lip.
“You…you can move.”
Katsuki visibly gulped. Then he nodded shakily. “Okay.”
When he pulled back, the pain flared again and you clenched your jaw as tears beaded in the corners of your eyes. Katsuki went slowly, though not as slowly as when he’d entered, and despite how wet you were, each ridge and vein and bump on his cock seemed to catch on your insides. However, in one of the oddest combinations you’d ever experienced, it also felt good.
When Katsuki had pulled out enough that only his head still remained inside you, he gently rolled his hips forward, breaching your inner walls once again. The reaction was immediate.
Your head fell back, a garbled mixture between a yelp and a moan escaping you. At the same time, Katsuki let out a choked, “Fuck” and attached his mouth to your neck. 
From there, his thrusts became regular as the pair of you settled into an inexperienced rhythm. The pain was subsiding, giving way to an inexplicable pleasure and with each roll of his hips, Katsuki seemed to grow more confident.
The first moan you let out was long and low, and you felt a physical shiver rush down Katsuki’s spine at the sound. “Fucking hell,” the boy himself muttered and gripped your hand tighter. “Holy fucking shit.”
“Katsuki,” you whispered into his ear. Your hand snuck up into his hair and then pulled impossible tight as you felt his fingers trailed across your abdomen to rub slow circles into your clit. Your whole body seemed to tremble.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” Katsuki gasped. “Fucking hell – I can’t – s’too fucking- fuck.” His words were jumbled, not making much sense and yet you had to agree with him. The pleasure was building; you could feel the tip of his dick nudging up against the sweet spot inside you and it was sending all of your senses into overdrive. Your back arched upwards.
“Please don’t stop,” you whispered into the darkness of your room. “Fuck, Katsu, please.”
Katsuki was practically whimpering. Sweat was beginning to form a light sheen on his skin, dampening the roots of his blond hair, and when he raised his head to kiss you, his eyes had a hazy, fucked-out look that had your entire body thrumming in pleasure. Katsuki moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him.
“H-holy fuck, baby,” he choked out when you broke apart. His hips slammed into yours at a pace you had absolutely no clue how he was keeping up. “Fuck, fuck fuck, you feel s’fucking good.”
It was all you could do to moan his name in reply, your head beginning to grow foggy as pleasure coursed through your veins like acid.
Katsuki’s eyes suddenly widened and he thumbed harder at your clit, causing your whole body to jerk. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I think… fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
You stroked a hand down the side of his face. “S’okay,” you whimpered to him. “Cum for me, Katsu.”
But Katsuki seemed to be forcing his orgasm back, his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as he pushed himself to the absolute limits. “How …” he stuttered, his voice trembling. “How close – fuck – are you?”
You shook your head. “Not there you,” you mumbled, still only just able to feel the beginning of an orgasm in your lower belly.
Katsuki’s expression hardened, his mouth settling into a line and suddenly he shook his head. “Absolutely fuck no.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, about to ask what he was talking about when suddenly his thrusts stopped. Your eyes widened in confusion and then a small squeak dropped from your lips when he pulled out of you completely.
“Not fucking happening,” Katsuki mumbled, probably to himself, shooting you a disgruntled look when you keened at the loss of contact. Before you even knew what was happening, he was sitting up and pushing his body downwards, no longer draped out on top of you.
You started to prop yourself up on your elbows. “Katsuki, what the f-?” and then your eyes widened as his head snuck between your thighs and his mouth met your pussy. Your words dissolved into a surprised moan.
Katsuki seemed almost angry as he forced his tongue between your folds, using it to fill the empty space his cock had left. He held your thighs apart with his large hands, forcing you to spread out for him as he devoured you in a way you could only describe as ‘feral’.
“No fucking way,” you could hear him hiss between slurps. “No fucking fair.”
“Katsuki?” you managed to get out, trying desperately to fight through the haze of pleasure as he licked eagerly at your clit. “What-?”
“I’m not cumming until you do, dumbass,” Katsuki grunted as he pulled a moan from your lips. “Just this once… I’m not gonna be…fucking first.”
He flicked at your clit with his tongue and you choked, your back arching up away from the bed. Without thinking, one of your hands came to grip his hair.
“Y-you don’t…” you gasped between moans, not wanting him to force down his own needs for the sake of yours. “You don’t need to – ah fuck, Katsuki – I’m f-fine, I – oh fuck!”
Katsuki raised his head to look you in the eye. “No way. I’m doing this shit properly.” His gaze was dark and dangerous, so focused it sent heat rushing up your legs. “Now lie back, loser. I’m going to make you see fucking stars.”
And he did. Katsuki had always been a ridiculously fast learner and it took him no time at all to figure out exactly what had you practically crying beneath him. His tongue was highly skilled despite his inexperience and you could feel him smirking against you as he sucked at your clit, forcing you to squirm and cry out his name.
It didn’t take long for the familiar feel of an impending orgasm to come crashing down on you. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, rushing up your legs and causing your thighs to tremble around Katsuki’s head. You’d collapsed backward, your back flat to the bed, and couldn’t help but roll your hips into his face, the desperation to reach you high clouding your mind.
Katsuki too seemed to understand, not missing the way your pussy clenched harder around his tongue or the way your moans shot up an octave, your chest heaving with exertion.
“You close now?” he mumbled through a smirk, lips and chin glistening with your slick. You nodded frantically.
“Yes, shit, so fucking close Katsuki.”
“Good,” was all he said before hauling himself up your body again. “Now, I’m gonna finish this properly.”
Your mouth fell open in a slight moan as he sank his cock inside you in one thrust. You were so much wetter now, your cunt still pulsing from all he’s done with his mouth, that you barely felt the stretch this time round. Instead, an overwhelming wave of pleasure tore through your nerves as, almost immediately, he squarely hit your g-spot.
Katsuki himself moaned aloud, eyes clouding immediately. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled as he began to thrust regular again, chasing both of your highs now. “Oh god, you feel so good, Y/N.”
You dragged your fingers down his back, too far gone to fully register his mumblings. The pleasure was almost unbearable now, your lower belly too tight and only getting worse as Katsuki continued to pound into you. All your muscles were trembling.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki choked out above you, his eyes squeezed tight shut. “Holy shit, I’m gonna…fuck, fuck, fuck. “
His desperate pants pushed you on, nudging you closer and closer towards the edge. You were crying out his name over and over again, begging him to get you to your high. And then, as his hand slipped between your sweaty bodies once again to circle quick figure-eights on your clit, you felt the damn wall crack.
You hugged him close as you came, face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you felt the wave of white-hot pleasure rush from your toes to your head until you really were seeing stars.
Katsuki himself didn’t take long to follow. As your cunt pulsed and clenched around him, he bit down gently on your neck, muffling the desperate moan that escaped him. With one final thrust deep inside you, he felt the wave of his own climax crashing through his body as he hugged you just as tight, ropes of cum bursting forth inside you.
Silence fell as the both of you clung to each other, bodies trembling in the aftermath of your highs. Katsuki kept his face buried in your neck, his chest heaving as he struggled to breath with his head foggy and clouded. You held him tightly, sure he could feel the fluttering of your heart through his own chest as the tension in your body gradually subsided.
Eventually, Katsuki lifted his head to stare down at you. You stared right back, eyes wide and full of stars.
Katsuki swallowed, looking lost for words. “Holy shit,” was all he seemed able to say, cheeks still flushed and chest heaving. A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips. 
“I…” Katsuki pursed his lips. “You… what…why the fuck did we not do that before?”
You laughed aloud at that and reached up to tug his head back down until his nose was pressed to your collarbone.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
Katsuki grunted as you carded your fingers through his sweat-slicked blond hair. “No shit.” Then he shifted backward slightly and raised his hips to slip his softening cock from inside you. You groaned slightly at the loss of his warmth and pressed his face even closer to you.
All was silent for a moment as you basked in the warmth and the feeling and the scent of Katsuki. Then you turned your head to press a kiss to his temple. 
“I love you, Katsu.”
Katsuki sniffed in the way he always did when you expressed affection. However, his hands around you tightened.
Eventually, he mumbled, “Love you too, dumbass.”
Your eyelids were growing heavy as you lay quietly with him. Katsuki too seemed to be drifting off, his breaths becoming slow and even against your skin. Then he muttered something, his voice low and so muffled that you almost didn’t catch it. Almost.
“Stupid fucking Deku. He’s not gonna beat me.”
Silently, you smiled up at the ceiling. You’d have to remind yourself to thank Midoriya later.  
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iwasbunny · a month ago
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# headcanons. 568 words.
# warnings. afab reader, groping, degradation, riding, sadism, choking, fem reader, fem reader, dumbification, dacryphilia.
# contains. bakugou, shigaraki, dabi.
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he has absolutely no shame.
loves to grab your ass while you’re riding his fat cock, just squeezing and caressing the soft skin in his large palms.
it just feels so nice and perfect in his hands, he can’t help but let them wander there.
the sight of it bouncing while he fucks you had him weak, just imagine the sight of it.
your face into the mattress and back arched showing off your perfect little cunt and ass all on display.
it makes him lose his fucking mind
“look at you, slut. just lettin’ me use you however i want.. just want to be stuffed, yeah? stop whinin’, i’ll fuck your greedy little cunt.”
he does, in fact he’ll take advantage of your vulnerability and fuck both your holes.
and you don’t mind in the least because you’re his good little girl, one that was made to take his cock and please him.
his hands always find themselves wrapped around your pretty throat.
he gets off to the danger of it.
the thought that you were completely under his control and his mercy.
there’s a certain look in his eyes that just tells you how much he loves taking you like that, and he knows you enjoy it too.
listening to your slightly breathier whimpers and whines, he loves them.
“you like that, princess? you’re squeezing down on my cock so much, mm.. your pussy’s just beggin’ to be fucked.”
whenever you get too fucked out he’ll give your throat a little squeeze, bringing your attention back to him.
“stay with me, pretty. m’not done fucking you just yet.. i can’t be the only one feelin’ good, you’re gonna cum for me again, understand?”
when you give him that little nod, he knows you want more and he can’t say no to his dumb little slut, can he?
$. DABI — mouth
he’s a sadistic little fuck
just loves to see you struggle in any way, from choking on his cock to begging for him to finally let you cum.
it’s not a surprise that he loves your lips either, plump and red just waiting to be taken.
and that’s what he’ll do, dabi loves to have his fingers stuffing your mouth.
the sight of you choking on his fingers and drooling all over his, all teary eyes while you’re sat on his cock makes him groan.
“you know what to do, baby. you’re a fuckin’ natural at this, right? suck.”
sometimes he’ll make you clean them off
telling you to lap at your own arousal because you’re the one who made them so dirty—so fucking filthy.
“clean them off, princess. it’s the least you can do after creaming all over my fingers, yeah? tell me how it tastes, slut.”
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planetsano · 8 months ago
premature ejaculation
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SYNOPSIS 𖦹 he cums too fast.
CHARACTERS 𖦹 bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, denki, tamaki.
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BAKUGOU — doesn’t want to talk about it because his ego is a little hurt.
He hasn’t nutted that fast since his first time.
Don’t poke him at him, though. Poor baby woke up with a raging hard-on that morning and didn’t have enough time to take care of it.
It was hard as a rock, pulsating, and resting against his lower stomach oozing clear precum.
The only thing he could think about that whole day was pinning you face down, ass up, while he fucked into you.
Lord, when he finally got you into his dorm, it was over. He was so fervent and eager that he couldn’t care less about stripping naked.
He hiked up your school skirt, pulled down those panties, pulled out his cock, and got to ramming.
Don’t worry, it feels fantastic, but you can’t help but notice he’s actually moaning. no dirty talk, no groans or grunts, he’s moaning like a little bitch.
Before you could tease him and say something slick, he pulled out so fast and jerked his cock until he painted your ass white, only letting a strained groan of “jesus christ..” escape his lips.
He notices your confused yet very entertained look as you looked back at him. Biting your bottom silently saying “well what was that all about?”
all he says is, “don’t say shit to me.”
KIRISHIMA — has excellent stamina, this boy could fuck you for hours without cumming. Real manly shit.
But all that is out the fucking window one night when he has you on your knees in a cramped bathroom at a party.
Number one, you guys were taking body shots. Number two, you were bouncing your ass back on him to some Cardi. (he’s for sure watching you twerk on him while taking sips out of a red solo cup, you can’t tell me otherwise)
But number three really got him. You whispered that you wanted to suck his dick.
That’s how you ended up on your knees in the bathroom, slapping his hard dick against your tongue. He’s swears you’re giving him the best head he’s ever received.
He’s gripping the bathroom counter so hard, damn near activating his quirk.
The second he feels you take him in your throat he cums.
“H-holy shit, baby— hold on, wait-!”
It’s too much. You look so hot with your nose his buried in his pubic hair while you’re looking up at him through your fake lashes.
You’re not upset, you’re actually feeling a little confident you got him to finish so fast.
“Goddamn, babe. That’s the fastest I- What are ya doin’?”
“You should really trim this bush, Eiji.”
(side note: his carpet does NOT match the drapes)
MIDORIYA — is embarrassed, to say the least.
Listen, he had a long week. He was stressed, tired and needy. It honestly felt like he hasn’t seen you in weeks because the both of you have been so busy with school and work-study there wasn’t really any time to see each other.
It made him sad, but he was so excited when he opened up his dorm’s door to see you standing there as cute as can be in your pj’s holding your pillow.
a couple of hugs and kisses later, you end up on his bed in a heated make-out session.
You’re on top of him, lips locked on his moving in sync while you dry-humped him.
He’s moaning and squirming underneath with his big rough hands alternating between gripping at your thighs and ass.
You’re about to go feral at this point, so you lift yourself from his lips with your hands resting on his chest.
You’re looking down at your flushed boyfriend with the most intense bedroom eyes and say, “want you to make me cream, zuku.”
Midoriya literally can’t take it anymore, and he cums in his sweatpants moaning your name so pretty.
You weren’t sure if he did what you think he did but pulling down the front of his sweats and looking into his boxers, you saw the sticky white mess he made.
Honestly, he needed that. Just clean him up and let him be. Cuddle with him a bit and tell him that its okay.
TODOROKI — has no clue why he came so fast. He usually lasts around 20 minutes. So why was today so different?
Maybe it was the fact you got him really worked up in the common area without you not even realizing it.
Frustrated, sho whispers to come back to his dorm to “help him with something.”
chile, he’s fucking you in missionary, your legs hiked up from the back of your knees by his hands.
His thrusts were sloppier than usual, but it still felt good.
You noticed he looked really flushed in the face, like really lost in the feeling. His mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape, and hair covering his eyes slightly.
After a couple more thrusts, he just? Pulled out? You were confused, so you called his name softly, seeing that he was looking down and panting.
When you looked down, you saw his cock twitching, probably the most you’ve ever seen before he shot his load on your stomach, completely untouched.
He mumbles a soft and breathless 'sorry, I don’t know what came over me’ before settling himself between your legs to go down on you. You really think he was gonna nut and leave you without your own high? He’s a gentleman.
DENKI — is the king of ’did you cum?’ and like our queen, Megan said, ’you know I ain’t cum boy if you had to ask me.’
you’re not too annoyed though, it was expected. He got hard during lunchtime when he saw you lean over the lunch table to give Mina the tiniest peck on the lips.
The boys didn’t believe the girls when they said they had no problem sharing a little sugar with their close girlfriends from time to time just because you were just that comfortable with each other.
Denki was shocked but still turned on. & on top of seeing two pretty best friends kiss, he was sitting right next to you, so when you leaned over the table, your skirt rode up, exposing so much of the back of your thighs.
The curve of your ass just looked banging, and you were thigh highs too? Oh, he was hard for sure.
He tells you about his dilemma when you sit back down, and you take pity on your dear boyfriend.
The next thing you know, he’s pounding you in a quiet unisex bathroom on campus that no one really used.
He’s maybe 3 minutes in before he cums inside of you. You can only roll your eyes when he kisses your temple, promising to make it up to you later.
All you say is, “whatever, kaminari.” before pulling up your panties. he really wasted 3 minutes of your lunch for a couple of pumps. But hey, that’s your king, right?
TAMAKI — is a sensitive little thing. inside and out.
Please don’t tease him because he’s trying his best, okay?
When you guys usually have sex, he lasts a good while but still tended to cum before you.
It’s okay, though, because he continues to rut into despite how sensitive he is to allow you to finish. you end up cumming a few seconds after he does.
This particular day though, you just wanted to play with him. the entire day, you were teasing him, touching him, whispering in his ear, playing with his ears.
He was on the verge of breaking point when you saw that and decided enough was enough. It’s time to fuck.
You both ended up on his bed with your hand lazily stroking up and down his shaft.
You whispered dirty things into his ear, making him squirm and buck up into your hand.
The fun didn’t last too long though because you say whisper he really likes and he’s shooting his load in your hand, a whimpering mess.
“tama… did you like it that much..?”
He can’t even look you in the eyes he’s so embarrassed. But it’s your fault for riling him up so much, of course he’s gonna finish fast!
Just keep rubbing his dick, his refractory period is insane. He’s sensitive but you know he likes a little overstimulation.
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bakuhoes-dumbass · 8 months ago
‘Aberration' Masterlist
"Ah, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information I’m going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.
And may I remind you...
These individuals are extremely dangerous.”
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In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier...
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9
Aberration Bonuses:
Cannon ‘HC’:
Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]
How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]
How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you ‘Sweetcheeks’ [asked by anon]
What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog​]
Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]
How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]
How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]
Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same
Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrhea​
Various MHA x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.
Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival
© bakuhoes-dumbass 2021 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.
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bratinc · 18 hours ago
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( $35 ) — self-ship or match-up package
match-up example; izuku midoriya.
match-up example; sugar daddy sakusa kiyoomi.
self-ship example; miya osamu.
explanation ( couple paragraphs )
four mini-moodboards
a short fluff/smut drabble of your choice
how you met headcanons
first date drabble
a set of songs that matches your ship
relationship headcanons
a short love letter from the character to you
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killsaki · 7 days ago
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touya hates the couch in the living room, but for you, he’d sit on it every second of the day.
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touya todoroki x f!reader
cw/tw: quirkless au, college au, roommates/bestfriends to lovers, shitty frat/rich boy!keigo, reader tells keigo no & he ignores it, soft, sweet, consensual sex w touya.
6709 words. | minors dni.
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“don’t be a fucking idiot.” you hear your best friend yell over his shoulder from his seat on the couch that doesn’t belong to you nor him but somehow made its way into the apartment that the two of you share.
“i don’t think that’s something you can call someone who has a higher iq than you do.” you laugh back, expecting his usual disgusted face that you usually get when you poke at him. instead you’re met with a death glare from over his arm that slung over the back of the couch, something you physically react to, which earns a scoff from him as he turns back to the tv.
“if you’re so smart, you’d know he’s just going to try and fuck you.”
you know touya’s just trying to look out for you, in his own stupid way. and you also know that keigo doesn’t have the best reputation when it came to relationships. not that most girls minded, because that one night with him was seemingly enough for most of them, that is until he stopped replying to their messages the next day.
but you also know that touya is no better than keigo is. so even if all the things keigo has filled your head with in the past two weeks is bullshit, all the sweet texts and late night phone calls, at least you’ll be trying something new. instead of sitting in your room listening to your roommate fuck some random’s throat on that same couch.
“don’t call me to pick you up when he starts being a fucking creep,” he stretches his tattoo’d arms, not bothering to look back at you. “i’m having bitch over, so i’ll be busy.”
“because it’s so hard for you to get up from a blowjob?” you say nonchalantly, slipping your jacket off the hook and onto your body.
“exactly.” he glances up at you again when you reach for the door, only making eye contact for a second, that permanently bored look etched on his face as his eyes drag down your body, more than likely judging your outfit choice, before he snaps his head back to his phone. “now fuck off, she’ll be here soon.”
you can only sigh before securing your shoes on your feet and leaving out the door, being met with the bright smile and even brighter red car that both belong to keigo takami. you watch as he pushes himself off his car, phone shoved into his pocket, freeing both of his hands to rest at your waist.
“you look..” he starts, eyes dragging down between the two of you before meeting yours again, that pretty grin never once leaving his face. “god, do i feel underdressed.”
“stop it.” you shake your head, resting your hands against his chest that’s adorned with a tight black t-shirt, fingers playing with the gold chain that rests on top of it. “i think you look great how you are.”
“oh, you think?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“i think.” you confirm, letting go of the pendant and tapping his chest. “you ready to go?”
“i thought we could just stand here for the rest of the night.”
playfully, you swat at his chest, laughing when he lets out the fakest of groans, clutching his chest dramatically. once he finally ‘recovers’, he opens the passenger door of his car for you, letting you settle inside before closing it behind you and jogging over to the driver's side.
the rest of the night seems to go just as good. with him as chivalrous, just as sweet; he lets you play whatever you want on the aux, even nodding along with it, though there’s no way in hell he’s ever actually heard half of the songs that you play. he’d opened all your doors for you, pulled out your chair at the restaurant, and of course paid for your food despite the way you insisted you could pay for it on your own.
“everything tonight is my treat,” he smiled for the umpteenth time, something that you’ve found to be progressively harder to deny; something so sweet that it distracts you from the possible venom behind the next words that fall from his mouth. “you can always pay me back another time.”
it’s fine after that even, or it seems to be. after dinner, he insists on ice cream. the desert menu at the restaurant was just a bit too pricey for either of your liking, so the local mom and pop’s shop would suffice, if not exceed the fifteen dollar small plate of chocolate cake that you could’ve had.
“it feels so good out tonight.” you hear him say, one arm resting around your frame. “we should drive around and eat.”
the breeze does have plenty of warmth to it, so much that you actually ditched your jacket. you agree without much thought, smiling and leaning into his sturdy frame. as the line moves up. he starts chatting you up about one of the bands you played on the ride over, going on about how every other song seemed to be by them. the two of you talk music until you’re back in his car, then you’re having to struggle to eat because he just won't stop making you laugh.
you’re so caught up in the charm that you don't even notice whenever he pulls into the empty parking lot and rolls the windows down before he kills the engine.
“you’re so easy to talk to.” he rests his head back on the seat, before rolling it over to look at you. “thanks for hanging out with me.”
you can feel warmth creep on your cheeks as you play in the last bits of your now melted ice cream.
“why wouldn’t i?”
he laughs, raising an eyebrow. “i don't really see you hanging out with anyone.” he shrugs, glancing down to the cold cup that’s still nearly full in his hand.
“well, i’ll have you know,” you furrow your eyebrows playfully. “i hang out with my roommate whenever we’re in the living room at the same time, and that’s at least twice a week.”
you can feel yourself soften into the seat at the sound of his soft laugh, warmth blooming in your chest when his deep dimples show in the dim light from the parking lot.
he stares at you for just a moment, golden eyes glancing down to your lips back up to meet yours again. he leans in without another word, meeting your lips with his own and you can taste the vanilla ice cream on his tongue before he even slides it into your mouth.
his free hand comes up to cup your nape, fingers digging into your skin to pull you deeper into the kiss,
“d’you wanna get in the back seat?” he nods behind him as if you needed to know where it was.
“actually, keigo.. i don’t want-”
“fuck!” he jumps back, pulling at the crotch of his pants to keep the now spilled cold and runny ice cream from touching his skin.
“holy shit how did you-”
“is- i gotta- fuck, it’s gonna stain.”
you can’t help but laugh at the whine in his voice at the idea of his precious khaki pants staining with white, his head snaps over to you struggling to hide the sound.
“you think this is funny?” his eyes widen, as he looks back down to the mess in his lap. “i gotta go change.”
he starts the car again, one hand still holding the material off his skin the best he can manage as he maneuvers his way back to the big blue house with unreadable greek letters on the front. you find that it’s quiet, light chatting coming from the living room, and some gun fire playing off the tv, but not much other than that.
“you can come and wait in my room if you’d like, i’m just gonna shower.” he motions his free hand up the stairs, smiling when you start padding behind him.
another thing that catches you off guard is how clean his room is. not that he comes off as a dirty kind of guy, and it’s not like any of the rumours about him ever included his decor choices, but it was just so neat. no clutter, no cups, not even a sock hanging out of his laundry basket.
letting yourself fall onto his perfectly made bed, and almost instantly regretting it when the comforter wrinkles underneath you, you finally check your phone, finding messages from your roommate you must've missed the vibrations from over twenty minutes ago.
stinky bastard: | hows it going? |
stinky bastard: | not that i give a shit |
you nearly snort at the time stamps, how they were sent within the same minute and all you can think about is how fast he tried to recover from showing that he does in fact give a shit.
sent: | thought you were busy? |
after you press send, you lock your phone. it had been nearly half an hour ago since he sent that, so if he wasn’t then, he most likely is now. you’re most likely not going to get another reply for another thirty min- ding.
stinky bastard: | dont avoid my fuckin question |
stinky bastard: | but i’m getting my dick sucked as we speak |
sent: | make sure you clean the couch this time when you’re done |
stinky bastard: | spit that has been on my balls is an upgrade for this couch |
you audibly laugh at that, remembering all the times he’d be in his boxers, and you’d catch him walking from the bathroom with a wet rag about to wipe up the mess left on the couch seat, mumbling about how he should just ‘throw the fuckin’ thing out.’ as if the two of you could afford a new one.
sent: | what do you have against the poor couch? |
stinky bastard: | a lot, actually. |
you hover your thumbs over the keyboard, shaking your head at your roommate and his imaginary beef with the inanimate object before the sound of the shower turning off catches your attention, but another buzz brings you back to your phone.
stinky bastard: | he being a creep yet? |
sent: | touya, no |
you stand, though you’re not really sure why. tapping the corners of your phone, you walk mindlessly over to the dresser, glancing up at your reflection before turning to lean against it.
stinky bastard: | she’s not too good so i could come get you if you needed |
sent: | i’m fine, touya |
“sorry,“ you hear keigo apologize as he enters the room. “i forgot to grab some clothes.”
you look up to see him draped only in a white towel, one that’s tied loosely around his waist, looking like it’s going to fall any second as he closes the door behind him. heat creeps it’s way back up into your cheeks and you’re sure you look insane with how wide your eyes have gotten.
“don’t worry, i’ll go get dressed in the bathroom.” he laughs, no doubt trying to put your crazy expression at ease.
“right, yeah.” you mumbled, nodding, trying to look anywhere but at his toned chest, or at the way the water was still dripping from his hair down to the dips of his sculpted stomach, or even at the line of dirty blonde hair that leads below the towel to only god- and twenty something girls on campus- know what.
you feel him before you realize that he’s actually there. standing in front of you smirking as he looks down at you, and you can feel the heat off of his body, for a second you just stand there wondering if he’s always that warm or if the warmth of the shower is still sticking to him.
“you know,” his hands find themselves on your waist once again, his head tilted down as he leans his lips to brush against yours. “if you didn’t want me to put any clothes on, you could’ve said that.”
you gasp when you realise where you’ve come to stand and that you’re quite literally blocking the man from putting anything on.
“i’m sorry, i-”
he shushes you, nudging you to look up at him with his nose.
“it’s okay,” his voice is soft, then same as his lips as they press against yours once again. slowly, you ease into it, just like you did before. but the weight of his hands feel heavy, like sandpaper against your skin as they dip under your clothes and drag against your skin
his mouth makes it’s way from your own down to your chin, where he leaves open kisses against your neck. “i’d just end up taking them back off anyways.”
you feel him part your legs with his knee, hands gripping into your softness to pull you closer to him, to control your movements as he tries to get you to grind down against him.
“keigo, i don’t-” a sound escapes you at the worst possible moment when he starts to suck on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck. and the sound of his voice, soft and condensing in your ear makes you want the floor to swallow you whole.
“sounds like you do to me.”
you push at his chest to no avail, his sturdy body locking you into his own.
“keigo-” you groan as the uncomfortable feeling of him sucking your skin between his teeth. “please,” you plead, though you’re not even sure he’s listening. “stop.”
“i’m sorry,” he pulls back finally, leaning his forehead against your own, one of his hands coming to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “you’re just so pretty.”
“thank you, keigo, i’m just-” you can feel the shake in your voice as you speak and your face grows hotter when you know he can hear it.
“what’s wrong, dove?”
you’re sure if the situation wasn’t what it was, that pet name would make your heart soar.
“i’m not comfortable.” you admit, hoping he would drop all of it so that you could go back to the light hearted conversations that started the night.
“right.” he nods, pulling back slowly. “the bed’s probably better anyways.” that smile plasters itself back on his face and you feel your heart sink into your stomach when he tugs you by your wrist with him.
you thank whatever deity is out there watching over you when a crash downstairs stops him in his tracks. though the feeling of relief is quickly washed away with the grip he still holds on you and look on his face as snaps his head over to the door with naked anger, the cracks of his nice guy facade stripping down.
“you can’t fucking go up there!”
a slam follows the shout, and another after that.
“watch me.”
there’s heavy steps up the stairs, sounds that echo through the otherwise quiet house. just as keigo begins to let go of you, to approach the door to his room, it swings open and your roommate stands at the entryway staring back at you.
“can i help you?” keigo chimes in, stepping in front of you, trying to break eye contact between you two.
“nah, piss stain, you can’t.” touya quickly retorts, not sparing him a look, still eyeing you over the shorter man’s shoulder.
“what are you doing here?” you blink, words barely above a whisper but you know they both hear you.
“you didn’t text me back.” he shrugs.
“we’re busy.” keigo makes it a point to adjust his towel slightly before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. “isn’t that right?”
you can’t miss how touya’s lip ring twitches, a habit he’s picked up when he’s trying to bite his tongue.
“no,” you let out meekly, bumping shoulders with the blonde as you walked past him, hoping touya’s presence would spare you from another bruising grab at your wrist, and lucky you, it does. “we weren’t.”
you miss the deathly glare they give one another, but you do turn around in time to catch a glimpse of keigo’s back tattoo as he throws his phone into the mattress. you think about how all the other girls described the wings to be so beautiful, how his muscles flexing only added to the serene scene, and now you start to wonder if any other part of their stories were just as fabricated.
“thank you.” you sigh as you lean your head against his back, hands wrapped firmly around his waist as he moves to start the bike’s engine.
“i wasn’t doing anything anyways.” you feel him shrug before he hits the kickstand with this boot and heads out onto the street.
there’s something comforting about being this close to touya, despite how just minutes ago you felt like you needed to scrub your body clean and you never wanted to be less than two feet away from anyone ever again. the way touya relaxes under you, how he breathes calmly despite being on a two wheel death machine, the smell of his three in one clinging to his skin, it makes you want to fall asleep right there. and you almost do, if not for the, again, two wheeled death machine.
he doesn’t say anything when the two of you make it back to the apartment, or whenever you get out of the shower, he leaves your favorite snacks on the counter without even asking if you wanted them. and when you come into the living room, you find him in his spot on the corner of the couch with the fuzzy blanket of his that you always threaten to steal right next to him.
you sit down, taking the blanket and wrapping yourself in it. two of you sit in silence for a while, save the sound of you digging into the plastic that holds your snacks and the show that play quietly on the tv. but there’s not much that you can really find the energy to say. slowly, you start to lean into his warmth, thankfully humming whenever he drops his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest.
“i’ll kick his teeth in if you want me to.” he whispers against the crown of your head.
you breathe a laugh out, shaking your head.
“or i could get some money off my old man and pay someone else to do it.” he rubs your arm slowly, his warm hands, as callous as they are, feel like silk as they brush against you. “since you care too much about me getting into trouble.”
you let out a small giggle out that time, a weak smile creeping up on your face.
“and why would you think that?”
you know your voice sounds broken, that all the crying you did in the shower took its toll and that it would be obvious now, but with touya, you can’t find a reason to care.
“because i know you.” he leans his cheek against your head, pulling you a little closer to his side. “you care too much about everything.”
you sigh, relaxing further into his hold.
“you think that’s why i wanted to go with him?” you ask, not really expecting an answer. “‘cause if everything he said was true, if he really meant all the sweet things he said to me-”
“you thought it would hurt his feelings.” you feel touya’s head shake slowly. “guys like that don’t even have feelings.”
“you don’t have feelings either though.” you joke, looking up at him whenever you feel his weight lift off of you.
you’re met with those bright blue eyes looking back into yours.
“and what makes you think that?”
your breath catches in your throat when you realise how close the two of you are, how much different it all is with him compared to the piece of shit you’d been with earlier.
“all the girls you have over..” you start but the sight of him twitching his lip ring catches your train of thought and you can’t find any words to finish the sentence.
“they come willingly.” he states, brows furrowing like he’s thinking over his words. “but i guess i don’t feel anything with them,” he rolls his head back towards the tv, lip rings swinging back and forth before he speaks again. “not unless i picture them as you.”
your mind swims with too many thoughts to even begin to process what he could mean by that.
“i’m not some kind of fucking creep, and i wouldn’t try anything after the shit you’ve been through tonight, i just,” he throws his head back on the couch staring up at he ceiling as he sighs. “i don’t know why the fuck i opened my mouth.”
“touya,” you squeeze your eyes closed, letting out a deep breath before you move, pushing yourself up to straddle his lap. he doesn’t move an inch, not even to pick his head up to look at you when you settle there. and he probably would just stay like that if you didn’t physically pick up his head and force him to look at you. “what the fuck are you saying?”
he just blinks at you for a moment, those pretty eyes searching for something in yours. you can feel his pulse under your fingertips, his soft, warm skin thumping slightly under your touch.
“i don’t have feelings,” he sighs, leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes still focused on you. “not until it comes to you.”
you open your mouth to speak, but the words leak out of your brain before you can form any kind of sentence with them.
“i can’t say sweet shit to make you like me, or take you to nice ass resturants with those fancy fucking forks,” you start to panic when your heart beats against your chest, afraid that he’ll be able to feel it aswell. “but i sit on this stupid ass couch all fucking day, waiting for you to come in here and talk to me because you’re the only person who makes me feel anything.”
“and i let you go on that date with that fucker knowing damn well how fucking sick he is-”
“touya.” you interrupt, thumbs running over the highs of his cheeks.
he closes his mouth, blinking at you, waiting for whatever else you wanted to say, though he’d be fine if you just said his name again and again until time ended.
“kiss me.”
and he listens, slowly he leans down, giving you every chance to push him away, to tell him nevermind, that you didn’t actually want him to. but it never comes, instead you lean forward, still cradling his face in your hands as your lips mesh with his. it’s soft, slow, each move of your lips against his feels so full of purpose, so full of feeling.
cautiously, like you’re a wild bunny going to jump from his lap at any second, he rests his hands at your sides, just feeling your body above him. only resting the weight of them fully when you start humming happily into his mouth at the contact.
his hands feel warm and light against your skin, setting your ablaze under every inch that they trail over. you melt into him, you go to move your hands from his face, to find perch in his hair or on his shoulders to pull yourself closer to him, but they don’t get far off his cheeks before he’s capturing your wrists and keeping them there.
“don’t,” he warns when you pull back to speak. “just don’t.”
you laugh, leaning back in only to be stopped.
“not here,” he shakes his head, still keeping your hands attached to his face. “not on this stupid fucking couch.”
you lean your head back in laughter, something that brings a small smile onto touya’s face, something only you can do. a moment later, he’s dragging you to the door of his room and leading you in. the hold he has on you is loose, giving you every chance to pull away but you continue to follow him.
he walks over to change the color of his led lights, letting you linger behind him and take in the sight of his room. it’s a little messy, with things thrown here and there, but not too bad where you can’t walk or see his floor. surprisingly enough it smells good, like pine and a campfire.
“stop looking at my mess.” he mumbles coming back to you, pulling your hands back up to his face.
“but, i like your mess.” you say back, watching as his white teeth peek from behind his lips, reflecting the dark blue light in a way that makes your heart skip a few beats.
“you’re crazy, you know that?” he shakes his head, ducking down to pull you into another kiss, the two of you stumbling blindly until the back of your legs meet his bed and you fall out of his hold and on your back.
“then what does that make you?” you breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he picks up your thighs and shoves you farther on his bed.
“if you’re crazy, i’m in-fucking-sane.”
he peels his shirt off by the bottom hem, exposing his tattooed stomach that you can’t remember if you’ve ever paid attention to before. his hands fall just above your shoulders as he leans down over you, nudging you chin with his nose in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. the feeling of his lips dragging up the column of your neck making heat start to pool in your stomach. you whine out something adjacent to his name as he starts to pepper kisses along your collarbone, and you can feel the comforter underneath you tighten with his fist.
a shaky breath is let out against your skin before he pulls himself back up to look into your eyes, resting his against yours and you can’t help but press your lips against his again despite that he definitely was about to say something. when you pull back, his eyes are closed and he’s nearly panting against your lips.
“you sure about this?” his eyes flutter open to look for your response, one that comes in a nod.
“say it for me.” he whispers, so softly that you’re sure if your bodies weren’t pressed together you wouldn’t have been able to hear it.
“i want you, touya.”
and his lips are on yours again, soft and sweet in a way that is anything but touya, but just like him all the same. the kiss is passionate, deep enough to pull sounds from your throat and make you completely dizzy. so much so that you wouldn’t even have noticed when he has started to pull your shirt off if he didn’t ask for permission before he did it, same with your shorts, and every other piece of clothing that you had left.
with each one he strips off of you, he presses kisses to the spot that the fabric had left bare for him, first your stomach, then the top of your thigh, followed by your sternum, then your hips. each press of his lips against your sensitive skin leaves you more eager, fills your stomach with want, and no doubt is leaving you with a mess of arousal between your thighs, waiting for him to finally touch you where you wanted him most.
you groan at the thought of his fingers, the silver that is somehow cold against his burning skin as they graze down your sides, and squeeze at the soft of your thighs. and gasp at the feeling of his lips, soft and also adored with cool metal as he kisses from your navel up to your throat.
“what is it?” he mumbles into your skin. “hm, baby?” his lips find their way to your ear, words hot against the shell of it.
“i wanna feel you, touya.” you whisper, hands reaching around his shoulder to hold him against you.
“but i’m all over you, doll.” he tsk’s back, obviously wanting you to be more clear with what you’re asking for.
“i want to feel you inside of me, touya.” you can feel your cheeks heat with the blunt words but you can’t find a reason to care, not if it’ll lead you to finally seeing how far his fingers can reach.
“oh, is that all?” he lets out a shaky laugh, fake confidence starting to crack as he shifts his weight onto one of his forearms, looking between your face and his hand that traces down the curves of your body until it meets with the apex of your thighs.
“you just tell me when to stop.” he whispers before kissing you, leaving himself hovering just above your lips.
his middle finger comes to slide along your slit, up to meet your clit with a few experimental circles around it. it draws a gasp from your lips, the feeling of the tip of it prodding at your entrance enough to force another out of you.
“did you hear me?” he asks, voice still soft.
you nod in response, not trusting your voice when you’re so doped out on the promise of ecstasy. but, clearly that wasn’t the right answer, you notice as he pulls his hand from your heat to rub at your thigh.
“i heard you, touya.” you whine out. “i’ll tell you when i want you to stop, i swear, please just fucking touch me.”
and again, he listening to your plead, fingers instantly finding their way back to your cunt. the tip of his middle finger starting to prod against your entrance, his lips making their way to your jaw as he starts to press in, his ear as close to your mouth as he could get it without being completely obvious.
pretty little gasps tumble from your lips as he starts a rhythm with it, pushing it all the way into the knuckle, letting you feel the cool metal against your cunt before he pulls back out, turning his wrist as he does so. you have his finger completely soaked by the second time he does this, which only motivates him to give you-
“more.” you whimper desperately.
he adds another, turning his wrist so he can press his fingertips up against that soft wall that has you letting out even sweeter, louder sounds. each flick of his hand has you seeing stars, the knot of pleasure in your stomach starting to fray away already, and each sound you tumble out, each pulse of your walls around his digits, has him grinding harder into the mattress below you.
“wait, wait, wait-” you say with no real urgency, cursing yourself of shaving off your high.
he retreats from your body immediately, leaning up on his knees so that he wasn’t touching you at all.
“you okay? did i hurt you?” he puts his hands up, making it easy for you to grab them and pull him back on top of you before he tries to slip off the bed completely.
you shake your head to answer his question as he eases himself back over you.
“i said i wanted to feel you, touya.”
you can see even in the dim blue light how his eyes widen the slightest bit, the way his mouth parts and you can feel the way his hands twitch again into the blanket by your head.
“yeah?” his voice is shaky, breathier than before. “is that really what you want?”
“mhm,” you hum back, feeling secure with him, knowing that with touya, this was safe, you were safe. “i want you, touya.”
“fuck,” he pulls himself from you, reaching over and digging through his nightsand drawer for god knows what before returning back to you with a shiny package that he bites and tears with his teeth. “you just tell me-”
“when to stop;” you finish for him. “i know, i will.”
he smirks down at you as he tugs the top of his boxers down, not missing the way your eyes dart down to catch sight of the size of him. and god does he revel in the way you lick your lips at the way his cock slaps up against his stomach. your eyes flutter between his face and the way he slowly unrolls the condom down the length of him.
“can i?” you ask, not expecting to hear the groan that’s only muffled by the way he bites his lip.
after he nods, hand retreating from his cock, letting it slap back up against his belly button, you lean up on your forearm, reaching to wrap around it and work the condom down just the tiniest bit faster. you can’t help but try to savour the sweet seconds that his hips jump forward towards your fist, or the way the curve of it feels against your palm. you regret not dragging it out longer because the second it seems to be completely unrolled, he’s pushing your shoulder back into the bed.
“such a tease.” you hum against his lips, one arm coming to rub his shoulders, the other cradling the back of his head. you mimic the feeling of his smile against your mouth, but it only lasts for a moment. the feeling of him rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit enough to make your face drop with pleasure. he takes his time, circling your clit with it before sliding it down to your entrance to push in the smallest bit before pulling his hips back again and repeating the motion all over.
“‘nd i’m the te-” you try to huff, only to be cut off by touya finally pushing past the head into your warmth. even with just a few shallow strokes, you can feel him pressing up against your most sensitive spots.
“were you saying somethin’?” he laughs above you, watching your face in awe as your eyes roll back with each cant forward of his hips. “c’mon,” you hear his voice become breathy once again. “let me hear you.”
and without a second thought, you let your lips part, each sound falling from your throat without a care. you mind too focus on the way his cock stretches you, how the tip of him presses so perfectly against your g-spot, how full he makes you feel and he hasn’t even fully bottomed out.
“‘so good” you whimper out as he drags his hips back once again, the slow, sensual pace making it even harder to work your brain.
he drops down closer to you, lips against your own like he wanted to taste every moan you made.
“‘s good, baby?” he asks softly, hips stuttering for a second but never once losing their gentle pace.
“mhm,” you attempt to hum, a moan making you drag out the ‘m’ longer than you intended. “feel so good, touya.”
his head drops to your shoulder where he leaves open mouth kisses that only make the feeling in your stomach ten times hotter. it makes you roll your hips up into his desperately, trying to get some friction against your clit, wanting just to get over the edge.
“slow down,” he warns, grabbing your hip with one of his big palms. “if you- fuck-” his hips fall flush with your own when your walls start to grip around him, which makes both of you let out ugly noises simountaliously. “tell me what you need.”
“my clit, i just-” you pant, trying again to roll your hips without any luck. “please, please, i need it.”
not a second later is his hand off your waist and his thumb is stuck to your clit, rubbing perfect circles against it that send warmth spilling out of your cheeks and sending it all down to your cunt. he starts his hips again, the extra stimulation almost sending you over already if your throbbing walls and shaking thighs were anything to go by.
“gonna cum with me?” he asks, knowing your far too gone to answer. “we’re almost there, baby.”
his pace becomes sloppier, faster, but never rougher, the sound of his balls sticking against your ass with each deep thrust he gives mixes with the desperate, pathetically needy sounds fill the room as you both start to feel the static spread through your veins, white and blue heat shooting into your vision and making your body spasm together.
it takes both of you a minute to move, to do anything other than hold one another and try to calm your breathing. but once you both finally come down, touya is pulling himself from you with a groan, face full of disgust as he pulls off the condom and ties it. squeezing it just the slightest bit in front of you so that you both could be sure there were no complications with the rubber. you throw your arm over your eyes as touya walks out to the room and flicks on the light to what has to be the bathroom. you don’t even move when he returns, just letting him take the warm wash cloth and clean you up before he retreats out of the room once again.
“aht aht.” he shakes your leg when he returns, sweats hanging low on his hips. “like hell we’re sleeping in here.”
you would laugh at him were it not for how sleepy you actually were.
“but ‘m tired.” you mumble, rolling over into his pillow.
“it smells like balls in here. lets go to your room.” he offers, gently pulling you up off his mattress.
“so your room can’t smell like balls, but the living room can?” you roll your head against him, letting him hold the majority of your weight as he leads you to your room.
“gross.” you retort as he sits you on the edge of your bed. “hey, touya.”
“hey, baby.” he responds back, pulling someone’s shirt over your head.
“why did you bring all those girls over here if you liked me?”
the shirt smells like him, you decide.
“because i’m an idiot.”
you nod, not paying any mind to the way he scoffs at the action.
“and why did you always do stuff with them on the couch?”
“because that’s where i always see you,” his hands come to lay on your shoulders as he pulls you back off the mattress. “it was easiest to picture you when we were out there.”
he pulls down your comforter and helps you ease back into the bed, handling you like glass the entire time.
“i guess that makes sense.” you sigh into the pillow, eyes still closed as he lets himself into your bed.
“it doesn’t.”
you don’t waste a second before laying on his chest, not that he doesn’t welcome you by wrapping his arms around you immediately.
“oh and touya,” you start again, making his heart race. thinking it'd be another question about the girls he continued to bring over like an idiot.
“you think we can get rid of the couch now?”
you can feel the vibration of his laugh from where you lay, and sleepily, you half smile at it.
“where am i gonna sit to talk to you then?” he answers with a question of his own.
“right here.” you pat his bare abdomen, fingers moving on their own the moment after to trace the dips of his muscle.
“i dunno,” he sucks in a breath. “we had our first kiss there, it has sentimental value now.”
you raise up quickly from where you lay to snap your head up at him, though it’s probably less intimidating because it takes you a moment to actually open up your eyes.
“kidding.” he assures, pulling you back onto him by your shoulder. “i can always steal some money from my old man for a new one.”
“and we can pick the new one together?” you ask with a yawn.
“whatever you want, angel.” he hums, kissing the crown of your head. “just, no more leather cushions.”
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Kaminari Denki x fem! Reader
A/N ; My first real Denki fic, and I kind of did the most ahaha. If you know anything you know lately I'm down bad for this cutie and I just HAD to write him for our server collab. Check out the others here; Sucker For You Masterlist.
Summary ; You've never played the pocky game before, and suddenly you find yourself face to face with the guy you've been crushing on for years with a pocky stick between your teeth as you slowly inch towards his lips. Warnings ; fem reader, smut, fingering (f), switching (both), overstimulation (m), thigh fucking (f), cock milking (m), ass-eating / rimming (m), cum as lube, dirty talk (kind of?), use of babygirl / babyboy, UNEDITED, aged-up characters Words ; 6k
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“What’s the pocky game?” you asked unsurely, a light blush tinging your cheeks; even if you didn’t know, you knew it was probably something salacious. You were at a party, after all, one that was hosted by the Bakusquad.
“Ohh!” Mina squealed in excitement, “it’s really fun! Two people place a stick of pocky in their mouths and eat it from both ends, the loser is the one who chickens out first!”
“What if neither person chickens out?”
“Then you get to kiss them and it’s a tie!” She said with a giggle, “Let’s show you hmmm….” Mina glanced around the room, all about people were mingling and meandering and having a good time. People from your days back in highschool, from your time at university, from different agencies and who knows where. Mostly, though, and most importantly, these were people you didn’t know.
The thought of having to kiss a stranger made your blood run cold, that was the last thing you wanted to do and besides that what if he saw? Best not think about that, after all he was… where? You didn’t know. Did you come to this stupid party just to have the chance to see him? Perhaps. Did anyone need to know that? Absolutely not.
“Ah! Kiri, Kami! Come here for a second!” Mina shouted over the music, jumping up and waving to get the respective boys' attention. You watched Kirishima point to where you were both hanging out by the couches, and saw the sheepish smile Kaminari gave him as they maneuvered their way over to you.
You tried to avoid staring, he was just so pretty. At all times. Like tonight he wore his hair back into a tiny, low ponytail, showing off the piercings in his ears; a baggy black, white and yellow shirt with a subtle lightning bolt running along the side and black jeans completed the look. Oh, and the choker. How could you forget about the choker? You felt your face heating up at just the presence of him.
“Okay, she’s never played the pocky game before! You boys down?” Mina asked cheerfully, shaking the box of pocky she pulled out of seemingly nowhere.
“Oh yeah sure! I think I’ve kissed all of my friends because I never back down haha!” Kirishima boasted with a smirk, showing off those sharp teeth.
“Don’t laugh at me, guys, but I don’t think I’ve ever played either,” Kaminari said, scratching at the back of his neck.
“Ohhhh???” Mina cooed, “Even better, then! You two can play together since it’ll be your first time! I’ll play with Kiri~”
“Apologies in advance,” Kirishima chuckled, “I hate PDA as much as the next guy but I hate losing even more.”
You shared a nervous glance with Kaminari, who’d obviously heard of the game before since he didn’t ask the rules. Oh, god. You were going to play with him. With him. The one you’d had a huge crush on since your time at U.A. The one you’d been secretly pining after for all this time. Fuck.
You watched as Mina took a pocky stick between her teeth. As they got ready to play, Kaminari took the seat beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he slouched down. You were going to ask if he was okay, but Kirishima’s voice drew your attention.
“Alright, Kami, can you be the judge?”
“Sure, sure.”
With that, Kirishima took the other end of the pocky stick between his teeth, and the way he quirked an eyebrow at Mina in a silent challenge was not lost on you. They were friends, as far as you knew, nothing more. But that doesn’t mean friends can’t kiss, right? You stole another glance at the blond on your right, his brows were furrowed in thought, his leg bouncing rapidly.
Was he… nervous?
“Alright, go!”
It was obvious that neither of them were going to pull away at the rate they were each devouring the pocky stick. Their lips met in the middle, and like in a movie, Kirishima dipped her back, supporting her weight with his big, strong arms as they kissed. Obviously not for the first time. You looked away to give them some semblance of privacy, but when you looked back to Kaminari you found him to be watching you.
Your eyes locked for a moment, neither of you speaking, both of your minds racing. What if he didn’t back down? What if you didn’t? Would it be a good opportunity to kiss your crush for the first and probably only time? Or should you do the polite thing and bow out early? He seemed outwardly just as anxious as you felt, and doubt creeped up your spine and pooled behind your ribs.
What if he was nervous because he just really didn’t want to kiss you? What if he wanted to kiss Mina or Kirishima instead? And now he was stuck with you as his partner, having never played this game before? Oh… that must be it. You tore your gaze away from him, eyes landing on the box of pocky where Mina had tossed it beside you.
Kaminari glanced at you, then at the box of Pocky, then back at you, and then he reached across you to snatch it from the couch cushion. Even though he was quick, even though he only spent a moment so close to you, it made you reel. It made your face heat up and your heart jump to your throat.
He smelled...good. You could tell from the proximity. Sandalwood and… was that, chocolate? Fitting, considering the pocky in his hand was chocolate flavoured. Would he taste like chocolate, too? Or maybe more like ozone, because of his quirk? Maybe like the beer he was sipping on, actually. Why were you so focused on this?
As you were lost in your thoughts, Kaminari flipped open the package with slightly trembling fingers, taking a piece of pocky out and slotting it between his teeth. You thought, for a moment, he just wanted a snack. Right? Because he didn’t want to kiss you. Right?
He shifted beside you, and suddenly he was leaning in, the chocolate coated biscuit reaching out toward you from between his lips. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration even as a light pink dusted his cheeks. Maybe he didn’t want to kiss you, but he’d play the game at least. Hanging around Bakugou and Kirishima must have rubbed some competitiveness off on him.
Disregarding the hammering of your heart behind your ribs, you leaned in to meet him halfway, taking the chocolate end into your mouth. When Kaminari felt the movement, his eyes shot open and your gazes locked once more, searching the other for… what?
He smiled, then, a boyish grin that always had a way of making you melt. Taking the initiative you took a bite of the biscuit, and almost dropped it at the way his face immediately turned from confident to embarrassed. Fresh pink bloomed and spread all the way to his ears as he realized that you were actually playing for real.
He took a bite, then you, then him. You moved slower than Mina and Kirishima, the nerves and tension between you palpable as you work your way closer and closer to the other’s lips. Who would give first? Who would claim the loser title? Or would you actually meet in the middle and share your first kiss?
You were so close, you would be able to feel his breath ghosting on your lips, if either of you were breathing. The anticipation builds where you stall, one bite away from the other, though both of you were too nervous to close the distance. Your hands were trembling, your mind was racing, and you realized that you were the one to take the loser title.
And so, you pulled back, immediately standing to take your leave. “Sorry,” you muttered over your shoulder to a very shocked and confused Kaminari, “I can’t kiss you knowing you don’t want it.”
Before he could even react to what just happened you were gone, and he was left alone on the couch with a half-eaten pocky stick hanging out of his mouth. Why did you think he didn’t want to kiss you? Was he that good at hiding it, or were you just dense? Hadn’t you noticed all the longing glances he sent your way? All the times he lost himself daydreaming and staring at you? Did you not overhear Kirishima moments ago hyping him up?
You thought he didn’t want to kiss you when in reality he wanted so much more than that. God, he’d spent so many nights awake, pathetically fucking his fist or humping his pillow to the thought of you. So many nights whispering your name into the darkness in a desperate plea that somewhere, somehow you were thinking of him, too.
And, most nights, you were.
“Well, don’t be stupid, man, go after her,” Kirishima said from the other sofa. Mina had disappeared, apparently finished with their make-out session. Kirishima was right, this wasn’t the time to get lost in his head, and Kaminari bolted after you without a second thought.
The cool autumn air felt wonderful against your heated skin as you leaned against the chilled brick of the house. You had gotten so close… too close. You weren’t as competitive as the others, so bowing out and being the loser didn’t matter as much to you. Not as much as almost kissing him.
DId you want your first kiss to be over a stupid game, anyway?
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back against the wall, letting the air breeze through your hair and rustle your clothing. No, it was better this way. Now you know for sure that he-
“Hey! Why’d you run away?” It was Kaminari, jogging over to you with a hand waving above his head to draw your attention. The sight of him immediately flushed your cheeks and warmed your body. Why did he come after you? Why couldn’t he just let it go?
“I… I didn’t want to force you into anything,” you said, studying the sky instead of him. It was cloudy, and dark, no moon was visible and the only thing illuminating the two of you was the light from the window.
“Force me?” He chuckled nervously as he came to stand before you. “Why do you think you were forcing me?”
Your head snapped to look at him then, the questions burning in your eyes. He gave you that crooked, boyish smile you loved, then winked. The action of which scrunched his nose in the cutest way; making your heart flutter again.
The way you were looking at him, wide-eyed and hopeful, told Kaminari everything he needed to know in the moment. You wanted him to kiss you, maybe just as bad as he wanted to, and he wasn’t about to let the chance pass him by again.
Stepping forward, he took your hand in his; much larger and far warmer than your own. His expression softened from playful to … what was that? He looked down at you with lidded eyes, darkened cheeks and a soft smile. You’d never seen such a face on him before.
His other hand came up to gently caress your cheek and cup your jaw and you could do little more than watch him owlishly as he slowly pressed his lips to yours. In that moment, time stood still. Your breath halted in your throat, your mind blanked, when did you start clinging to his shirt? When did his arm wrap around your waist?
You were lost in the other, the kiss growing more and more heated by the second. His lips were so, so soft. He tasted like beer and chocolate in the best possible way, and his body was so warm - so hot against yours.
Kaminari pulled away, panting, eyes still closed as he processed what had just happened. He kissed you! Finally!! After all this time!!! He felt like he could conquer the world just from this.
“You kissed me…” you breathed, “Why?”
“Because you looked like you needed kissing. And because I wanted to. Have wanted to. For… a while.”
You blinked, your mind refusing to process his words for a moment. He wanted to kiss you? For a while? Maybe it wasn’t all in your head?
“Can I kiss you again?” Kaminari asked, though he was already leaning in with those citrine eyes focused on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into him as he crashed into you. He swiped his tongue out and along your bottom lip, which you responded to by opening your mouth and meeting his muscle with yours.
He moaned into your mouth at your taste, he just couldn’t help it. He’d wanted this for ages, and you felt better than he ever imagined. Kaminari was more than okay with letting you take the lead in the kiss, because as soon as he did, he was pressing you against the wall, trapping you. Not that you minded.
His hands found purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gently and pushing up your shirt until he found his prize : the soft, suppleness of your bare flesh. He moaned again, feeling you shudder under his touches and when he slid his palms up your belly you inhaled sharply.
“Fuck,” you whispered into his mouth, and you tangled your fingers in his hair to tug his head back. The motion ripped a grunt from his throat, a low, feral sound. Did he… like that? “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
He grinned down at you, a devilish and mischievous look. “Do you?”
“I’m not playing games, Kaminari. If… if you want this-”
“I want this. I’ve wanted this,” you watched as his tongue darted out to taste the remnants of your kiss on his lips, “For a long time.”
You let go of his hair at his admission, finally hearing the words you’d been desperate for. “Me too.”
“Well, we can’t exactly… out here. What do you say we go back inside and find ourselves an unoccupied room?” His expression oozed confidence, but there was a waver in his voice. He was nervous.
God, fuck, he was nervous. This unspoken desire and heat between you was finally coming to a head, the tension was finally about to snap, and the straining of his cock in his pants was nearly unbearable. You wanted him, too, and that’s all Kaminari needed to know. He would finally get a taste of the girl he’s been dreaming about. The girl he’s been fantasizing about and pining over for all this time.
Luckily everyone was too drunk or too focused on what they were doing to notice you and Kaminari slip back inside and snake your way to the back bedroom. Unoccupied despite the numerous couples lining the hallway.
He shut and locked the door behind you, allowing you all the privacy you could want. The room was just a guest room, a simple bed and bare furnishings were all evidence of that. But neither of you could care less about the decorum because as soon as the door locked you were on each other again. Tongues and teeth colliding in a heated and passionate kiss, your hands tangled in his clothing, his on your back and waist.
You pushed him back, back, back until his knees hit the mattress and you toppled into his lap. The feeling of you on top of him made him moan, once again, though your lips never parted for even a moment. He slid his hands back up your shirt, tenderly slipping his fingertips up to the band of your bra which he unclasped with surprising dexterity.
As he did so, you pulled the hair band that had secured his hair in that cute little ponytail, unleashing the golden strands so they fell and framed his pretty face. Kaminari lifted your shirt, taking your bra off with it and you shuddered. The cool air grazing over your skin and pebbling your nipples. You dove back in for another kiss, but he stopped you with both hands on your shoulders.
“P-please-” he stammered, face flushed and pupils blown wide with lust. His eyebrows furrowed in the middle as he drank you in. “Let me… Let me admire you.”
Heat flitted across your cheeks, down to your shoulders at his reverence.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” his voice carried on a whisper, soft, and full of awe. His hands slid from your shoulders, caressing down your arms to rest on your waist. From there he flattened his palms over your belly causing you to shiver. Leaning forward slightly, he looked at your face with a serious and determined expression. “Can I touch you?”
Unable to speak because of nerves, you nodded. Kaminari returned his attention to your body, the tip of his pink tongue poking out from between his lips in concentration as he trailed up to your chest. As he gently kneaded your breasts, he exhaled a shaky breath causing you to look down at him.
The bulge in his pants was obvious and straining against the fabric, begging to be released. You wondered how big he was, what he looked like, how he’d feel in your hands. But as soon as you started to reach for him, he rolled your nipples between his fingers, causing you to gasp and moan.
If you kept reacting like that, Kaminari realized, he wouldn’t last long. He’d been waiting for so long, wanting you for so long, and now you were here, literally at his fingertips. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and he tried so hard to ignore the aching in his cock. He wanted to focus on you, on how you felt and the reactions you’d make. He wanted to explore you and get to know you and what made you tick.
He darted that tongue out to wet his lips, still looking up at you with adoration like you were the most important person in the world to him. You watched as he dragged his palms down the expanse of your belly, to the waistband of your bottoms. Kaminari looked up at you, a silent plea for permission to which you nodded once. In an instant he’d removed the last bit of clothing keeping you hidden from him. He licked his lips again, eyes raking over your now exposed body.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. God, I can’t believe this is happening. Are you sure? I-I mean… With me?”
Instead of replying verbally, you pressed in on him, kissing him sweetly, slowly and with as much love as you could pour into it. Of course it’s you. It’s always you, dummy. I don’t want anyone else. He seemed to get the message because he moaned softly into your lips, such a lovely sound that reverberated from his throat.
You slid your hands up and under his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it off. When you brought your arms down, you secured one palm on his neck, holding him gently to you, and let the other explore his body.
He gasped feeling your fingertips flitting over his skin, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth again. Massaging his muscle with yours, swirling around to taste every part of him you could while simultaneously pushing him back until he was flush against the mattress making him moan again. Your thumb drew sweet strokes along his cheek while the rest of your fingers cradled the back of his neck.
You felt along his chest, the soft skin there pebbling under your fingers, down his torso to touch his lean and taut belly. When you slipped a finger beneath the waist of his pants he moaned once more, louder and more desperate than before.
Kaminari must have been lost in you, in what you were doing, because his hands stayed still on your hips when before they were overeager in their exploration. Not that you minded, he seemed fine with letting you take the lead, and you were just as fine doing so. You broke the kiss, finally, a string of slick saliva connecting you.
He was so fucking cute, you realized, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed red, chest heaving all combining into a needy and desperate picture. It made you want to spoil him, but as you started to work the button on his pants, you were flipped. Not that you put up any fight, but his strength surprised you.
“I… I want to touch you first. Please?” Kaminari’s voice was light and breathy. He felt up the length of your right thigh, supporting himself with his other arm as he did so. His fingers were delicate, but put enough pressure to make you hum at the feeling.
When he got to the valley between your heat and your leg, he paused, splaying his fingers over your belly and rubbing along the skin there. So close to where you wanted him most, but too far. He surely could feel how hot you were, how wet you were, but he still waited on your permission. “Kami if-”
“Call me Denki, if we’re doing this, we should use given names, yeah?”
“D-denki…” you hummed, feeling out the way his name tasted on your tongue. At hearing the way it sounded in your voice, he shivered. It was everything he wanted and more.
You cupped his cheeks in both of your hands and smiled warmly up at him, “Denki~” you cooed, making his cock throb again. That was all he needed, all it took to have him slicking his thumb up and down your soaked slit. Causing you to gasp and your back to arch.
“Fuck you’re soaked, babygirl. Because of me?” He continued his slow ministrations, doing nothing more but gathering your essence and making a bigger mess out of you. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough by far and you encouraged him by grinding your hips down into his hand. His words only served to make you needier for his touch, though Denki didn’t seem to want to rush things.
You nodded, swallowing hard and suddenly shy under his citrine gaze. He studied you carefully, with every swipe of his thumb he gauged your reaction, finding out exactly where you liked it most, how he could touch you to elicit more of those pretty moans that he loved. He leaned over you more, pressing on knee into the mattress beside you and kissing up your shoulder to your neck where he planted a series of soft kisses. As he did, a finger found its way to your entrance, and teased in slow circles while his thumb worked around your clit.
His avoidance of giving you what you wanted was intentional, he delighted so much in your neediness and desperation that he didn’t want it to end. After all, who would have thought you would be here with a guy like him? Letting him have his way with you? Letting him touch you like this? It might be the only chance he’ll get, so he was going to make the most of it.
You let your legs fall apart to give him better access and you could feel him smirk against where he kissed at your throat. “You like that, babygirl? You’re so fucking wet for me, god I can’t believe it.”
With that he dipped that finger into your core, pressing into your clit at the same time which caused you to squirm and moan, finally getting some relief. “Ngh- D-Denki-” you hummed and that was too much for him. Hearing his name moaned like that in your voice? His cock was aching, it hurt from lack of attention and he wanted so, so badly to just rip his pants off and bury himself deep in your cunt. To fuck you until he was seeing stars like he’d fantasized about doing so many times before.
But no, he wanted it to be special this time. Perhaps the only time. So he’d deal with it for now by focusing on you and your pleasure. As he added a second finger, curling them both up to hit your sweet spot while also thumbing over your clit, he also started suckling on your neck. He managed to hit the perfect spot with his mouth, right where it felt the best for you and at all the stimulation you felt yourself succumbing to that boiling hot coil that tightened in your belly.
Feeling the need for some attention on your breasts, and since Denki’s hands were busy at the moment, you massaged them yourself, pinching at your nipples and pulling slightly just the way you liked. And it was as if the stars aligned in just the right way to send you suddenly hurtling over the edge of pleasure, because he curled his fingers just right, swirling around your clit to hit just the place, his mouth was so hot on your throat… It was the perfect storm and your orgasm hit you hard and out of nowhere.
“Oh, fuck, baby are you cumming?” Denki asked, coming up from your neck with a small slurp to clean off his saliva. One look at your expression told him all he needed, your mouth lulled open in a silent shout, eyes closed, brow furrowed as your cunt fluttered and pulsed around him. He worked you through it, watching you closely. Engraving the beautiful sight before him into his mind to treasure forever.
It was the first time he made you cum, and he never wanted to forget it. From just his fingers, no less! You must either be really horny or really into him; Denki hoped for both. Your body relaxed once the waves of pleasure ebbed, and he pulled his hand away from your cunt. “Damn, you didn’t even warn me, but fuck that was hot.”
He popped those two fingers into his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them and tasting all of you with a smirk that caused his nose to scrunch. You were still catching your breath as he moved to take off his pants. Finally you’d get to see that cock you’ve been dreaming of.
“Sorry, babe. I just… I can’t wait anymore. Is it okay?” He asked even as he positioned himself between your legs, hoisting you into his lap slightly with those impossibly strong arms. At the moment Denki was not concerned with things like condoms or birth control, he just needed some relief on his cock, he’d figure it out later.
You glanced down, finally coming to your senses, and you were not disappointed with what you saw. His dick was long, slender, and pretty. The head wasn’t very prominent, and there was a pleasant upward curve to it. He had short, groomed blond hairs just at the base that trailed all the way up to his belly button; at the thickest part there was a little black streak. The most surprising thing about his cock was the piercing that sat right at the base of his head on the underside, it made you bite your lip.
Fuck that’s really hot.
He slid the head of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick and lubricating himself to prepare. But with each pass, he shuddered. You were still so wet and you felt so divine after being so hard for this long that he thought he might bust just from rubbing against you.
“Denki~” you whined, reaching out to him and pressing just the tips of your fingers into his hips, “I need you, please? Please fuck me.”
God, you were begging for him now. For him. He couldn’t take it, he was going to explode and ruin everything and your first time together will have been wasted.
“Y-yeah, sorry I just… fuck you’re so perfect I don’t think I can last.”
Maybe he needed a little coaxing? You pressed him backwards so that you could kneel in front of him, putting you at eye-level. Shuffling forward to close the distance between you, you kissed him again and his hands immediately found your waist, sliding around and up your back to pull you flush against him.
His cock was so hard against your thigh, you almost felt bad for him. It must have been painful. You let his tongue into your mouth, and then wriggled your hips so that his dick slipped between your thighs, causing him to groan a soft ‘fuck’. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, pulling his hips more towards you and slowly you started moving. He jerked involuntarily, the friction of your thighs in combination with the slick of your cunt felt so fucking good.
He broke the kiss to lean his head down on your shoulder while you fucked him with your thighs, and you could feel just how close he was in the way his arms shook around you, the way his breath came out in ragged pants, and the soft mewls he let out. Denki was downright pitiful, and you played idly with his hair as you brought him closer.
“You like this, baby? You like fucking my thighs?” you cooed, “I want you to cum for me, Denki. I want you to cum just from this. Can you do that babyboy?”
He nodded, unable to form coherent words. He started bucking into you with intention now, chasing his release as he found purchase with palms flattened on your hips. He sputtered, rutting in an uneven pace as he drew closer and closer and -
“NNgg-fuck! I’m - hhhahh hhhnnn c-cummi-ng!” his words were broken and cut with loud, throaty moans as he spurted seed all over; between your thighs to add more lubrication, over the sheets behind you, on your calves… Everywhere, even dribbling down your legs to pool between your knees. Denki came a lot, and he wasn’t sure he'd ever come that hard in his life.
When he tried to pull away, you trapped him against you, continuing to rock your hips and overstimulating him. His body jerked and convulsed, high-pitched whines and gasps choking out of his throat.
“T-too much- hhhahh please-” he whimpered, but even as he was desperate for you to have mercy on his sensitive cock, he felt himself start to harden again.
Maybe it was just you, the effect you had on him, because he’d never managed to cum twice in the same day before despite his best efforts. Would this time with you be his first?
“You’re so sexy, babyboy, cumming for me so pretty.” You cooed again, right beside his ear. “Can I make you cum again?” You asked sweetly and it was all Denki could do to nod.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me? I wanna see your pretty ass on display.”
Denki’s heart jumped to his throat, what exactly were you planning? His body moved on it’s own to obey you, but he was nervous. What were you going to do? He hadn’t prepared to get pegged today, even if he wanted it. His face hit the cool linen of the pillow, his back arching to display himself for you with knees spread.
This was a very vulnerable position, and his cheeks darkened considerably. He was glad he could bury himself in the pillow so that you couldn’t see such an expression. The bed dipped behind him, he could feel your hands knead into the plush fat of his rear and he whined. Oh god, what were you going to do to him?
“So fucking gorgeous, Denki.”
Why’d you have to dote on him so much? He wasn’t used to all this praise, all these sweet words that somehow sent even more heat to his cheeks.
You meant it. He was all hairless down here, his hole tight and pink, his balls soft and plush, his cock just as pretty. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.
You bent down, ghosting your breath right over his core while you wrapped your fingers gently around his length. He jolted, his groans muffled by the pillow only growing louder when you laved your tongue over his hole. “Fuck….” he breathed, his cock throbbed in your hand and you knew then he was even more into this than you’d expected.
Slowly you circled his pucker with your tongue, stroking him languidly to keep his cock hard. Pre dribbled out of his head, dripping down between his knees and you started pumping faster as you pushed your tongue inside.
He tasted as you’d expect, salty, metallic, not wholly unpleasant, but his reactions were worth every swirl, every thrust, every wriggle of your tongue as deep as you could get it. With fresh vigor, you ate his ass mercilessly, delighting in the way his cock throbbed and pulsed; in the way his thighs shook and twitched. His body had such a delicious reaction, but his sounds were the cherry on top. Whines and moans and whimpers and gasps, ragged sighs and soft swears, all unbridled and stifled by that pillow.
Denki had lost all composure by now, getting lost in the way you worked over his hole, milked his cock, massaged his balls gently. He was going to cum again, and it was going to happen fast. He’d never been treated like this, he’d never experienced this before even if he’d fantasized about it. You were the first person to touch him like this and he hoped you’d be the last.
You could tell he was getting close, bucking down into your hand with shaking hips, moans growing louder, muscles taught and ready. You worked him to the edge, and rode along the edge until he exploded. His orgasm hit him hard, so much more intense than the first. Cum spurted out in thick ropes and coated the sheets beneath him, his ass fluttered around your tongue, and a long, deep groan rumbled in his chest.
He panted, unable to think straight as you gently pulled away from him and scrambled to find something to clean up with. It wasn’t perfect but you found an old-looking shirt of unknown origin in the dresser and used it to wipe him down; your touches far too much considering how sensitive he was. Once he was clean, you helped him roll over and away from the cum-stained blankets, one arm covering his eyes as he tried to recover.
You pulled the soiled sheets aside to lay next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. Denki was still breathing heavily, reeling from the intensity of not only cumming twice but also cumming from something he’d never done before. And with you, the girl he’s desired for so long.
“Are you okay?” you asked after a moment of letting him gather himself.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m okay…” he whispered, moving his arm so he could look down at you.
The expression on his face almost made you cry, it was so soft, so gentle, so full of… love.
“Sorry, I’m sorry it wasn’t good for you…”
“What are you talking about? It was perfect.”
“But we didn’t even-”
“We didn’t have to, Denki. I’m just happy to be with you. Besides, it's not like this is our only chance.”
“I meant it when I said I wanted you… for a long time. I don’t just mean this, I mean I…”
You swallowed hard, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you were too afraid to say it. What if it drove him away? Made him nervous?
Denki rolled over to face you, resting his arm around your waist just as you’d done to him and levelled you with those gorgeous yellow eyes. “Me too.” he whispered, catching your lips in a tender and soft kiss. And that was all you needed to know.
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sunascumdoll · 3 months ago
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+)
ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ: ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ), ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!
ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
a/n: i had another thought and ran with it! i'm very whoreknee for pro!hero husband bakugou. thank you @shdwgarden for beta reading!
ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʜᴀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
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a week. it’s only been a week since katsuki left for his mission, but it feels as if he’s been gone for an eternity. his explosive voice, combined with soft touches, made you desperately miss the ash blonde. but you weren’t the only one suffering, katsuki was missing you just as much, if not more.
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ecstatic didn’t even explain how you were feeling at this very moment. home, your loving, doting husband is finally coming home. you look up from your bright phone screen, finding the digital clock that reads 6 pm, ‘he’ll be home soon.’. you toss your phone onto the bed and rush out of the bedroom into your considerably large kitchen. he’s gone a week without your cooking, so why not greet him with his favorite meal?
an hour passes, and the handle of the front door jingles. the sound of pots and pans clashing masks the sound of metal keys clanging together behind the other side of the door. it soon swings open, and there stands katsuki. he deeply inhales, a smirk plastering his face before tosses his house keys into a bowl by the front door. he slips his shoes off and walks to the kitchen, stopping to admire your silhouette dressed in his clothing in front of the stove. he hums as he approaches, sock-clad feet walking across the tile of the kitchen before wrapping his arms around you. he leans down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, leaving an abundance of wet kisses on the sensitive skin. the kisses were desperate; he was desperate, craving the feeling of your pliable flesh in his hands, mouth, and between his teeth.
“mm, hi baby, missed you.”
you jump, your body tensing in surprise only to loosen up once his familiar voice sings in your ear. you quickly turn around, “katsuki! i wasn’t expecting you to be home this quickly! i’m not even finished cook-”
katsuki crashes his lips onto yours, grunting as the two of you move in sync, large hands reach down, grasping at the back of your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. he walks you over to the kitchen table, lays you on top of it, and leaves a series of kisses from your lips to just below your navel.
“i don’t care about the shitty meal. i have my mindset on eating something else,” he grumbles, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up to expose your stomach, “you look so fucking beautiful in my clothes.”
katsuki peppers kisses along your tummy, making his way down to your clothed pussy. his tongue swipes across his pink lips, wetting them, before pressing a tender kiss along with a lick to your clit. your eyes lock with his, your bottom lip trembling as you let out an impatient whine.
“relax,” he retorts, “i don’t have the patience to tease you anyway. i need to taste you, need to remind myself of that flavor i adore so much.”
katsuki hooks two of his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanks them down your legs, and discards them off to the side. he hums, taking both of his thumbs and spreads your pussy lips open, mumbling ‘so fucking pretty,’ before attaching his lips to your clit. his head shakes from side to side as he pushes his face deeper into the cunt, his tongue rapidly swiping across your clit. loud slurps and moans permeate throughout the kitchen. your hand fishes down between your legs and grabs hold of soft blonde locks, tugging at it from the root. katsuki groans at the sensation as a mixture of slick and saliva smears on his chin. he pulls away, spitting on your cunt before standing up.
“i can’t wait anymore. i need to feel your walls flutter around me, baby.”
katsuki pulls his pants and boxers down, them bunching around his knees as he grabs your hips and draws you towards him. he holds the base of his cock, collecting your slick on the tip and tapping it against your clit, before bottoming out inside you. a low rumble expels from his chest as your pussy pulsates around his girth. he establishes a steady pace, the head of his cock grazing your cervix. rough hands grip onto your thighs once more, dragging your up hips along his shaft, meeting each of his thrusts. fat tears of euphoria stain your cheeks as your husband's cock stretches you in all the right ways.
“kats, the food is gonna burn-ah! g-gotta turn the stove off!”
“ignore it,” he counters, “pretty little thing like you doesn’t need to worry about that. you just need to focus on taking my dick like a good little girl, right? don’t you wanna be my good girl?”
your mind goes blank, focusing only on the sound of katsuki’s hypnotizing voice. his good girl? of course you want to be his good girl. your mouth falls slack to speak, only for incoherent babble to come out. you simply nod, giving up on forming those meaningless words to focus on the pistoning cock between your folds.
katsuki coos, “look at you, too fucked out to even speak, hm? that’s okay, baby, daddy doesn’t need you to speak.” he looks down, watching his dick pump in and out of you, before spitting down on your pussy, “ rub your clit. i wanna watch this pretty pussy break because of my cock.”
without hesitance, you follow his command, your fingers trailing down your body to lazily rub at your swollen nub. you can feel the tension in the pit of your stomach growing, the immense pleasure from your beloved husband’s shaft, and your slender fingers working your pearl, pushing you further to your breaking point, and in an instance, you’re tumbling past that point. your legs begin shaking in katsuki’s hold as you cream and coat his cock with your essence.
“good fucking girl,” he groans, pushing your hand away from your clit and replacing it with his, drawing out your orgasm, “gonna breed this tight little cunt, yeah? gonna make you all pretty and round for me. got a week's worth of cum for you, make sure you take it all.”
katsuki growls, his hips moving sloppily inside of you as he empties his balls, his warm seed coating your inner walls. his hips don’t stop but speed up instead. his eyes are glued to your messy hole, his mouth salivating as he continues to fuck the spilled cum back inside of you.
“c’mon baby, you can’t waste a drop,” he whimpers, “gotta put another load in you.”
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duckymcdoorknob · 2 days ago
Deku? :3
Izuku would take you ice skating! Regardless of the season, he loves to hold your hand as you both gracefully(or not so gracefully) glide across the ice.
Send me a character from my fandoms and I’ll give you a date headcannon!
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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 17 days ago
The MHA Characters Responding to “I Can’t Sleep” | Pt.1
Pairing: MHA boys and girls x f!reader
Notes: As promised, I have a new starter series for the MHA characters! Next I think I may do “Guess who just failed their math exam,” that was one of my favorites to write for my Haikyuu series because I am so bad at math and I like comfort. I hope you all enjoy this chapter 💛
In this part I have: Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Iida, Shinso, Momo, Mina, and Hatsume!
If you want to check out my masterlist for the MHA texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!
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sukunababy · a month ago
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Day 13. Yandere
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Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x f!reader
Synopsis: In order for you to be safe, he had no choice but to subject you to his will, making you a real doll 
Warning: Yandere!Dabi, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, dubcon, deepthroating, blowjob, hair pulling, f. masturbation, cum eating
wc: 0.9 k
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Kinktober m.list
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"Good morning, doll" he smiles as you blink a few times to adjust your eyes to the light in the room.
Your head aches as you sit up, "where ..." you try to say but he shushes you, "it's okay" he murmurs laying a finger on your lips, "you're safe here".
The chain around your neck jingles as you try to move, "what ..." it feels like days you've been standing still in that cage.
"Dabi..." big tears start to flow down your cheeks, "I want to go back home" you pray that the man in front of you will listen to your pleas but he gives a sadistic smile before opening the cage door and undoing the chain, "come out baby" he says in a soft voice.
You are forced to crawl to get out of your little pink cage, and when you are outside he sits on the floor spreading his arms wide to let you sit down, "you know I can't, doll" he whispers in your ear, "it's for your own good, I am the only one who can protect you".
You still remember how sweet he was the first time you dated, candlelight dinners, walks in the woods, moonlight sex on the beach. But soon that slight obsession with you had turned into something bigger.
Dabi had gotten into the habit of checking your mail, your phone, following you when you went to work and when you went out with your friends. When you decided it was time to put an end to it he set your entire apartment building on fire, "to make it up to you, I'm going to let you stay with me" he had told you, "I'm so sorry" he whispered as he dressed the wounds his flames had given you.
"Drink," he said when, once at his house, he handed you a glass of juice.
You remember how after one sip your head had started to spin, and then darkness.
When you opened your eyes again then you were inside a cage, pillows, blankets and stuffed animals kept you warm. You don't even know how long it was, every time you opened your eyes and started to cry, Dabi would cuddle you and then give you a drink, after that you would always collapse into a deep sleep.
"Dabi please" you cry as he keeps stroking your hair with his thumb, "it's okay" he hums kissing your forehead, "here drink this" he says handing you a glass filled with juice.
"Nooo" you yell hitting his hand and causing him to drop the glass which shatters on the ground. He is calm when he looks at you, "did you see what you did?" he asks pouting.
His pout soon becomes a smirk as he stands up and pulls down his jeans, "you know what you get when you disobey" he says starting to pump his cock into his fist.
"I want to go home" you whimper wiping your tears with the back of your hand, Dabi clicks his tongue before answering, "but honey, you don't have a home anymore" he murmurs with a smirk, "you only have me".
He taps his cock on your lips when the tears stop running down your cheeks, "open" he orders pushing himself inside your mouth.
His piercings are cold as they stroke your tongue, and his big head scratches at the back of your throat as soon as he pushes his hips against you, "be a good girl, come on" he says pressing his hand behind your head and shoving his swollen cock down your tight throat.
Drool runs down your chin as you pull your tongue out for more room for his cock, "so good" he moans as you start to bob your head back and forth, suppressing sobs and gags taking him deeper and deeper.
The words die in your throat as you remain breathless, "slow baby" he chuckles pulling out of your moist lips slightly, "you're my pretty little toy aren't you?" he murmurs moving back and forth, your hair in his fist as he fucks your throat mercilessly.
As he continues to use you as if you were his own personal fleshlight his words keep buzzing in your head, "I don't have a home anymore" the tears begin to flow down your face again, your throat begins to burn after the several strokes Dabi inflicts on it, - "I only have him," you grab his shaft with one hand as you slide the other into your shorts, - "he's the only one who can protect me."
"Mhp ..." you moan with your mouth full, you rub your nub quickly as you run your hand over his cock, "good you finally got it" he smirks throwing his head back, "don't stop" he urges you as you run the tip of your tongue along his thick vein, "shit, doll" he moans.
Your juices wet your thighs as you cum on your fingers, "you came, good girl" he praises you - "that's what I want" his big cock twitches as you suck the tip, you make him cum slowly in your mouth, swallowing sip after sip of his seed.
"You're my good girl," he murmurs as you quickly swallow his cock one last time and sit back on your heels.
Satisfied with your new attitude Dabi leans over you, his blue eyes in yours are bright, "do you still want to leave?" he asks with a smirk. - "no Dabi" you murmur batting your eyelashes, "why not?" he asks rubbing his calloused thumb over your lips, "because Dabi is the only one who can keep me safe" you suck his thumb into your mouth when he leans over his knees, "that's my good girl" he murmurs pushing you into your little pink cage.
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itsruiblue · 2 months ago
MHA Boys Catch Mineta Perving On You - Pt 3
Ft. Amajiki, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki x fem!reader
Warnings: Sexual harassment, sexual assault, violence, mentions of death, swearing, Mineta hatred (I just love hating on that bitch)
Notes: Apologies its so late. This is very rushed and bad and pretty boring but I caved and wrote a part 3 to celebrate @fanficpandayt reading the first part on YouTube (go check it out)
Spoilers for Dabi’s backstory!
Part 1  Part 2
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Tamaki Amajiki
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Being a third-year at UA high, it had become the norm that you demanded the respect of the classmates below you. 
That was just something that happened- the other students themselves seemed to understand this. You were going through the toughest hero course in the country, you were dealing with the stress of not only academics but juggling what was basically a position as a sidekick at your work-study agency and to top it all off, you were regarded as part of the UA's Big Three. There weren't many people who decided to test you. 
At least, that's what you thought. Until you had the misfortune of meeting one such person. 
It was the end of the day and you were dead tired. Not only had you been up until 3 am the previous morning trying to clear up a mess that had occurred during your work study, you also had exams fast approaching and the hours upon hours spent studying were weighing heavy on your shoulders. 
You were, to say the least, not in the mood to deal with anyone's shit. And you would have thought anyone who saw you making your way through the school hallways would be able to tell. 
Unfortunately, you just so happened to encounter someone who was not only disgusting but also incredibly stupid. 
You thought you were alone in the hallway. Your boyfriend had been trailing somewhere behind you, however, he seemed to have been carried off by Mirio, leaving you to make your way back to the dorms by yourself. Your eyelids were drooping as you walked, you vision slipping in and out of focus as you put all your attention on just getting your tired and aching muscles to move. 
You almost didn't notice when your skirt was suddenly pulled upwards. It was only when you heard a low whistle that your attention snapped to the feeling of an unnatural force stopping your skirt from falling as it normally did against your legs. 
Instinct took over and you spun around, yanking your skirt away from whatever was grabbing it in the process. For a moment your eyes scanned the hallway, finding no one. And then… 
"Nice ass." 
You jumped and looked down. A boy who looked to be even less than four feet tall stood before you, a smirk you guessed was supposed to be sensual on his pig-like face. 
"E-excuse me?" You asked, completely in shock over what had just happened. 
The boy's grin widened. He winked at you and you were suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to bleach your eyes. 
"I said, nice ass." 
You stared at him, jaw slack with pure shock. 
"I like your panties," the kid continued. "They're purple. Like my sticky balls." He wiggled his eyebrows. 
You were unable to explain how the colour of your undergarments was, in fact,  a running joke between you, your boyfriend and your boyfriend's best friend. You were also unable to tell this disgusting creature to shut his little mouth and remove himself before you did something that would get you expelled. 
In fact, all you were able to do was stand, eyes wide and muscles limp as you wondered when the fuck had pigs been allowed to enroll in UA and if so,  has one really just sexually harassed you right in the school hallway?
"It's a shame though. I would have preferred if you were wearing no panties. I'd sure like to get a look-" 
Thank fuck before the kid could finish his sentence he was cut off sharply by a loud thwack! 
You blinked, finally snapping out of your shock to see that a very recognizable tentacle had wrapped itself around the neck and chest of the child, lifting him into the air. 
You peered past your harasser to see your boyfriend, who had evidently just rounded the corner, standing at the end of the corridor. 
"Hey," Tamaki replied shortly and you realised it was one of the rare occasions he'd actually sounded confident in his own voice. 
The grape gasped, eyes bulging as he tried to sturggle against Tamaki's iron-grip. The older boy stepped forward.
"There's no point trying to struggle," Tamaki informed him, his usually soft eyes cold. He was staring at the younger boy as if he'd never seen anything more disgusting in his life. "My tentacles are incredibly strong and they're made of basically pure muscle. You're not going anyway." 
"Tamaki," you repeated, an edge in your voice now as you continued to stare at the smaller boy. "What're you-?" 
"Just… showing him something," Tamaki replied. You were sure you saw his grip on the tiny boy tighten. "I've heard about this guy from Kirishima. Apparently he's a real scumbag." 
Your eyes flickered from him to his victim and back again. Your expression darkened. "You can say that again." 
The initial shock of the encounter was wearing off now, leaving behind a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly you couldn't look at the boy, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with Tamaki and a good book. Shakily, you shuffled around so you were shielded behind your boyfriend's body. 
Tamaki's gaze flickered to yours and without needing you to ask, the fingers of his free hand linked with yours  
"Are you okay?" he mumbled in a low voice. "I heard what he was saying. Did he touch you?" 
"He… looked under my skirt." A shiver ran up your spine as you spoke the words aloud and then you leaned forward to press your forehead to the muscles of Tamaki's back. 
Tamaki squeezed your hand, reassuringly. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry." 
"It's okay. Just… can we go?" 
You could see Tamaki's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye. However his grip on your hand remained tight and supportive and then he was retracting his grip on your harasser, his dark eyes flashing. 
"You," he spoke up so the boy could hear him from where he was cowering on the floor, coughing. "If you ever look at her again, you're getting more than just a few bruises. Scumbag." 
Without another word Tamaki turned and began to lead you away from the kid. You went with him, following the feeling of his fingers in yours blindly until the pair of you had reached another empty hallway. 
Then Tamaki turned and drew you into his arms. 
"Ah, that was scary." 
You chuckled weakly against his shoulder, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you held his body close to you. "I think he was more scared, Tamaki. Well done for being so bold." 
"This isn't about me," Tamaki mumbled. Then he sighed. "Honestly I saw him talking to you like that and I couldn't… it was like suddenly I didn't care about being anxious anymore. It was weird." 
You tilted your head upwards to kiss the underside of his jaw, which had him flushing pink. 
"Well, I really appreciate it. Thank you." 
"Of course. You're worth way more than social anxiety."
"I don't think that's how it works," you mumbled into his neck. You couldn't stop your smile though. "But thank you. I love you." 
"I l-love you too," Tamaki murmured and you felt his arms tighten around you. "And I promise I'll never leave you alone like that again." 
Keigo Takami / Hawks  
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It wasn't unusual for you to give talks at hero schools. Being in the top 10 on the hero charts, there were people all over the country scrambling to get even a second of your time. And you yourself felt it was most beneficial spending those seconds educating the future heros of the country. 
Of course, the students of the UA hero course were taught by top-class heroes every day. However it wasn't often they had someone as highly commended as you coming to give them a special training session - naturally both you and the students were excited. 
The training had gone smoothly, for the most part. Class 1A was definitely the most talented bunch of young heroes you'd ever seen, and despite the fact you were barely over six years older than they were, seeing them trying so hard to achieve their goals ignited a fire inside you about your own work. 
The clock was ticking towards seven when you started to wrap up the class. Most of the students were still going strong, however you knew you’d be held accountable if none of them could wake up for school the next morning. With this in mind, you called everyone in the centre of the training hall for a final debrief. 
“Great job everyone! You guys are improving so quickly, it’s amazing!” you grinned at them. “I’m really proud of all of you!” 
The students smiled back tiredly - evidently, they were also proud of themselves.  
With a final wave, you dismissed the class. “That’s it for today, you guys. Go shower and get a good night’s sleep, then we can pick up tomorrow where we left off, yeah?”
The students began to trail out of the room, talking quietly amongst themselves as they did. You watched for a moment before turning to start packing up the training centre for the night. After stacking the equipment away and doing a final sweep of the floor to make sure nothing was left behind, you made to switch off the overhead lights. However, you suddenly felt something brush across your leg that definitely was not supposed to be there.  
You jumped and looked down. 
The small boy smiled up at you, although his eyes weren’t on your face. “Excuse me, sensei, but I was wondering if you could help me?” 
You blinked at him in surprise, trying to ignore the way your skin was crawling. “Uh, sure. What was it you needed help with?” 
“Well I was havthing a litte bit of difficulty earlier.” His hand was on your leg again and you jerked away as his fingers squeezed at your thigh. “Your costume doesn’t do the best job of showing off your boobs, so I was wondering if I could get a closer look.” 
Your eyes widened as his hand suddenly slid upwards and on instinct, you jumped away. “Mineta!” 
“Don’t worry, sensai,” he smirked cruedly. “I won’t tell anyone.” 
“Mineta, that’s disgusting, I-” 
Before you could finished your outburst, you heard a dark chuckle emitting from the doorway of the room. 
“Well, what exactly is going on here?”
Both you and Mineta turned, you in search of the familair voice that almost instantiously helped to calm your pounding heart, and Mineta in a state of absolute fear. 
It was no secret that you were dating the Number 2 hero, Hawks. Your relationship had been made public almost from the moment you got together and Keigo liked to flaunt the fact that he was with you in every way he possibly could. You were usually a little more hesitatnt - after all Keigo was the kind of hero who had screaming fans following him wherever he went and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated whenever someone brought up his hugely public persona. 
However, right now, you couldn’t have been more grateful about how openly possessive Keigo was with you - seeing the look of cold terror on Mineta’s face when he realised he’d been caught assaulting you by none other than your boyfriend was all worth it. 
Keigo left his place leaning against the doorframe and sauntered casually into the room. His face was relaxed, an easy smile on his lips. However his eyes were slits and you could tell he was holding back the full force of his anger by the smallest thread. 
“H-Hawks,” Mineta stammered, his face paper white. “W-what’re you-?”
“I was on the way to pick up my girlfriend,” Keigo told him lazily. One of his eyebrows quirked. “Although it’s not really of your place to ask that, kid. “ 
You retreated from Mineta and moved towards Keigo, uncocniously seeking his comfort. Keigo gave Mineta a cold smirk. 
“Let me give you a piece of advice.” He leaned a little closer to Mineta, who was visibly shaking now. “Keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, you might just end up losing them.” 
Mineta looked like he was about to pee his pants. 
"Keigo," you said softly and tugged at the back of his jacket. "Come on, you're scaring him." 
"That's the point, Little Bird." He met your gaze and his pupils dilated immediately, wide and worried. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." 
"It's fine." You shook your head, although the unsettled feeling in your stomach remained. "Let's just go." 
"Aww, can't I keep threatening him?" Keigo pouted. You gave him a look. 
"Unfortunately no. He is still my student." 
"He's a fucking asshole." 
"...true. But it’s not right for you to hurt him. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble over a scumbag like him." You grabbed his hand and began to pull him away in the direction of the door. "Let's just go home. We can cuddle and watch something nice." 
Keigo looked at you for a second, considering your proposal. Then he shrugged. "Okay. That sounds nice." One of his hands slipped around your waist. "Let's go, little bird." 
You pretended not to notice the way one of his scarlet feathers remained curling around Mineta's head as the pair of you turned and headed out of the training hall. 
Pro hero!Touya / Dabi
(I couldn't make it fit with the narrative so I wrote him as pro-hero!Touya. Hope that's alright)
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Most of the time, you accepted this. He'd been like this for as long as you'd known him and you respected his work ethic and dream to reach the top. However, that didn't mean that when an opportunity to get away from it all did make itself known, that you didn't snatched it up immediately. 
It was incredibly rare to get free time off to spend with your boyfriend. Not only was he the son of the Endevour and a top pro-hero in his own right, he was also a chronic workaholic and opted to spend every free second he had doing his hero duties. 
Today was one such exceedingly rare opportunity. Every single shift at Touya's agency was covered, every job taken care of, and to top things off, you had gotten a day off from your own work. The stars had aligned and you refused to squander your chance. 
Touya had wanted to spend the day in bed, however, you had refused. Instead you dragged both him and yourself to the beach with plans to fully utilize the day you had together. And while Touya grumbled and complained, he could never say no to you and so followed you reluctantly. 
The first few hours were heaven on earth. Lounging in the sun with sunscreen lathered skin, soaking up the summer heat with nothing to distract you but the smell of the sea, dragging your boyfriend into the water to mess around in the waves, dousing him with a monster splash when he wasn't looking - you couldn’t find words to describe the amount of fun you were having. 
It was only once the sun began its descent that things took a turn for the worst. 
From the start, you’d know it was only a matter of time before Touya was recognised. Not only was he in the Top 10 and one of the most prolific heroes alive, he was also incredibly gorgeous. The stupid man had seemed to have gotten the good genes from both his mother and father’s side and it meant that even those who didn’t already know his name would be bound to stop and stare. 
Although, despite its inevitability, you couldn’t deny the fact that you got salty when it happened. Sitting back sulkily on your towell, you watched ad Touya was swarmed by fangirls and boys alike, each of them clamoring for autographs or pictures. 
You knew it wasn't Touya's fault. Still, it upset you nonetheless. 
That is, until your attention was turned to something else. 
While your head was turned, you felt a very small, very gross hand come to rest itself on the curve of your hip. Letting out a small yelp, you jumped sideways, your head snapped round to stare in disgust at the culprit. 
A small boy was kneeling in the sand next to you. He was incredibly short and had a series of purple balls for hair. He was also wearing the most hideous smirk you'd ever seen. 
"Thank god, I thought he'd never leave." 
You blinked at him, confused. "What?" 
"Your boyfriend," the boy said, eyes flickering in Touya's direction. "He was getting in my way." 
"You stared at him. "Y-your way of what?" 
You didn't need his answer when his eyes dropped to stare directly at your chest and then down the rest of your body. Almost immediately you recoiled inwards, your back hunching as your body tried to fold in on itself. 
"Doesn't your boyfriend touch you?" He asked the question with so much confidence it made you splutter. 
"I bet he doesn't. I bet," the kid leaned closer. "I bet I could touch you so much better." 
Your disgust was evident on your face at this point and yet you could barely move, frozen in pure shock. 
What the fuck was wrong with this kid? 
Before you could formulate an answer, however, a shadow loomed over you and the boy. Then a hand brushed lightly against your bare shoulder. The touch was so familiar that you relaxed instantly, although your eyes never left the pervert in front of you. 
"Is there a problem here?" Touya's voice was quiet but serious and you knew that he was very much aware of the fact that there was a problem. 
The boy's eggplant coloured eyes flickered up to him and he seemed to judge Touya silently for a second. 
Then he said, "I could fuck your girlfriend better than you." 
Both you and Touya stared at him, mouths open in shock. He didn't back down, a crude smirk curling across his lips. 
"She needs some discipline. How can you let her lie around in that bathing suit? She looks like a slut." 
You knew you didn't know this kid and really, his words should hold absolutely no weight. However, hearing that comment stung. Immediately you began to wrap your towel around yourself, head ducked as you blinked back tears. 
Touya's firm hand on your wrist stopped you.
"First of all," your boyfriend began, his eyes still trained on the disgusting pervert in front of you. "I don't let her do shit. Because she's her own fucking person, and not my property. Second-" his voice dipped into a growl. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" 
The kid shrugged. "I’m just saying, dude. You gotta treat your women like you treat your dog-" 
He was cut off by a whoosh! of hot air as Touya's hand - the one not touching you - ignited. You stared up at him, almost feeling a little scared at the look of pure white-hot fury burning in his blue eyes. 
"Don't," Touya snapped a voice like getting nails, "call me ‘dude’. Do you have any idea who I fucking am, dipshit?" 
Silence followed his question. For a moment you thought the kid was coming up with another snarky comment but then you turned to look at him and realised the opposite was true. 
The boy's skin was practically translucent, as all the blood had drained from his face. He was staring with a kind of horrified fascination at your boyfriend's burning hand and you could practically see the puzzle pieces falling into place behind his eyes. 
The fact that this kid hadn’t recogniesd Touya as Blueflame was shocking - especially considering he’d just had about twenty people chanting his name not even five minutes earlier. However, you couldn’t help but be glad. After all, if he had known who Touya was from the start, you wouldn’t gave gotten to see the look of absolute terror in his eyes. 
Touya had evidently seen the kid’s expression too and the cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah." 
"I ...I…" the boy stammered. His entire body was trembling. 
Touya tilted his head down, staring the kid directly in the eyes. "I think you'd better run now. Before I turn you to ash." 
The kid took his advice and bolted immediately - you were sure you spotted tears in his eyes as he turned away and it almost made you laugh. Then you turned to look at Touya, who was watching the retreating figure of the pig with a dangerous glint in his pupils. 
Without warning, you leaned up to kiss his cheek. 
Touya blinked in surprise and looked down at you, his gaze softening immediately. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “What was that for?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Protecting my dignity, I guess.” 
Touya frowned. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Or talking about you. Like you were just some thing.” His jaw clenched. “Fucking disgusting.” 
You kissed him again, if only to try soften the anger in the lines of his face. “Well, thank you. It really means a lot.” 
“Mm, ‘course, baby.” Touya flopped down to sit beside you on the sand. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back, giving you ample opportunity to card your fingers through his thick white hair. “Now come gimme cuddles. I wanna watch the sunset with you.” 
Who were you to say no to that?
Tomura Shigaraki 
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That had been a condition from the start of this endeavor - you boyfriend could do whatever the fuck he wanted, whether it be screwing hero society, killing All Might or traumatising heros-in-training. You couldn’t give a shit. The one single rule you’d set was that you wouldn’t get roped into anything to do with UA. 
Primarily because you were once a student there yourself. But also because you didn’t want the trouble of having to deal with hawking teachers and hysterical parents whenever something was done. 
You’d told Tomura before, you’d told him, that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the UA brats. 
That had been your one rule. Just one. 
And yet here you were, dragging a half-councious brat with purple balls for hair and dressed in that fucking UA uniform back towards the League Of Villain’s newest hiding place. 
Anger was boiling inside you, anger at Tomura, at the kid and at yourself. Because how the fuck had you let yourself get in this deep? 
It was all Tomura’s fault, you thought angrily as you struggled to carry the kid. If he hadn’t made you love him this much, none of this would have happened. If only he was more hateable. 
(Obviously, your opinions on such matters were skewed, however, you weren’t going to admit that) 
Thankfully the entrance of the newest hiding spot was just a few metres away at this point and it took only a few more huffing steps to haul the bound-up kid through the doorframe. 
Once the door had swung shut behind you, you allowed your grip on the UA student to slip and sent him tumbling to the ground, still barely conscious. Heaving a heavy sigh, you stumbled further into the room and collapsed on a chair. Letting your head hang back, you closed your eyes and let out a long sigh. 
All was quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of your own breathing. 
Then your captive shifted and groaned. 
You were tempted to knock him out again immediately. However every muscle in your body was aching from dragging the fucking child for at least five kilometers, and so you decided against it. 
What the fuck could the kid get up to all tied up like that anyway?
Your head jerked upwards, eyes snapping open immediately. 
The UA student was awake, though groggy, and was staring up at you with wide eyes. 
"You have nice boobs." 
You stared at him. "I'm sorry… what?" 
The kid shrugged. 
You leaned forward in your seat, annoyance beginning to bubble beneath your skin. "Did you really just say what I thought you did?" 
The kid shrugged again. "Yeah. You have nice boobs." 
"What the fuck?!!" You stared at him. "Do you even know where you are right now?" 
The kid looked around, eyes still dull and groggy. For a moment he seemed unbothered by the fact that he was sitting smack bang in the centre of a League of Villains base. Then the realisation sank in. 
"Waaaaaaahahhhhh! What am I doing hereeeeeeee?" Thick tears began to well up in his eyes as he shrieked. The look of fear on his face was almost pathetic and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you slid from your seat and went to crouch down before him. 
"God, could you shut up?" you grumbled, pulling at the gag that you'd had in your pocket. "You're going to wake up the entire hou-!" 
You froze. 
The boy had lurched forward, whether intentionally or not, and had slumped against you. Usually, you'd be upset by the amount of snot and tears he had running down his face and how that was probably being transferred to you now. 
However, this time you were more distracted by the way the kid had pressed his face right between your boobs. For a second you thought that maybe he’d passed out again. But then, suddenly, his entire body shuddered and he let out a sigh that had your skin crawling.
"Hey, baby, I heard someone yelling. What's going-" 
You looked up as a third voice spoke for a moment and then cut itself off as the door that led to the bedrooms opened. 
Tomura stood in the doorframe, one hand raised in the action to, you assume, rub at his eyes. However he froze as soon as his gaze fell on the scene before him. 
For a long moment, the pair of you looked at each other, both frozen by the fact that some child currently had his face buried in your cleavage. 
Then Tomura straightened, allowing his arm to fall back to his side. "What the fuck is going on?" 
You opened your mouth, ready to explain, when the boy sturred. You thought he was going to push himself away but he did quite the opposite. One of his hands slid upwards and then your eyes shot wide as he gave your breast a harsh squeeze. 
Everything seemed to happen at once. You recoiled with a yelp, not expected his sudden assaultt. Tomura lurched forward, an angry hiss escaping him. And the kid let out a long, gurgling whimper that sounded horrifyingly like a moan. 
"Ah fuck! Get off me!" You shrieked, delivering a hard slap to the boy's face. The force sent him reeling backwards, finally rolling off you. But it was too late and you skin was already crawling. 
"You little brat!" Tomura had reached your side by now. "You disgusting little-" 
He was cut off by a loud squeal. The kid had been slapped from his daze and, without the distraction of your chest, had been reduced to a trembling, sniffling, snot-covered disgusting mess once again. 
Tomura stared at him. Then he looked at you. You shrugged in reply. 
"Waaaaaaaahhhh," the boy continued to cry, Loud and obnoxiously enough to have a vein in Tomura's forehead twitching. He scowled at you. 
"Why did you have to get the most useless of all those brats?" 
You glared at him. "What the fuck, you were the one who told me to?!" you hissed in anger. Shivers ran up your spine. "Do you think I like getting sexually assaulted, Tomura?" 
Tomura blinked. Then his expression softened a little and a flash of guilt crossed his face. 
"You're right. I'm sorry." He reached out to smooth down a strand of your hair with two fingers. "He's just so… ngh, he makes me itchy." 
"He makes me sick," you mumbled and hugged your arms against your chest. "Can we just kill him?"
"Let's leave him for Dabi to find. That guy is pretty disgusting looking, hopefully, the brat will die of shock when he sees him." He held out a hand to you and tugged you to your feet. Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 
Turning to look at the wailing student, Tomura sniffed. "Can you shut your mouth? Otherwise, I'll dust you, and I don't feel like having to go find another brat right now." 
The student did shut up. Closing his mouth, he stared at you and your boyfriend. Tomura flipped him off. "Stop looking at her, you nasty brat." Then he began to lead you back in the direction of the bedrooms. 
You glanced back at the boy, a little worried."Are you sure it's okay to leave him here by himself?" 
"Yeah yeah, he's tied up. Where’s he gonna go?" Tomura tugged you a little harder. "Now come on, let's go play Minecraft."
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# headcanons. 694 words.
# warnings. afab reader, exhibitionism, daddy kink, teasing, praise, degradation, groping, fem reader, edging, dirty talk.
# contains. bakugou, denki, kirishima.
# author’s note. this.. yes.
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he honestly doesn’t see the appeal at first, probably gave you a nonchalant shrug the moment you gave him the remote.
but boy, oh boy, did you unleash something in bakugo.
his teasing knows absolutely no boundaries, he’ll turn it on whenever he feels like it and he doesn’t care who’s around.
loves the way your thighs shake and quiver from all his teasing, leaving you barely able to keep yourself up.
“Don’t make too much noise, baby. Unless you want to get us caught, mm? Bet you’d fuckin’ like that wouldn’t you, slut?”
whispers the filthiest things in your ear with his low gravelly voice, and he loves to grab your ass whenever he can.
he’ll let his fingers graze your panties before a growl leaves his throat as he finally feels how soaked you are.
it doesn’t take much more for him to finally breaks as he pushes you into the nearest bathroom.
“Tch, so needy for my cock. You’re practically dripping, don’t worry, m’gonna take good care of you, baby. Strip , now.”
he’s so excited, actually, he was probably the one to suggest this.
and he definitely got the idea from some hentai manga he read, or even some random twitter video he saw.
there’s no holding back when it’s him with the controller, he just has a cocky smirk on his face as he slips it into his pocket.
loves to turn it on at the moments where you least expect it and has the audacity to say something like,
“Babe, are you okay? You seem a little.. flushed? did’ja need me to get you anything?”
he has no shame either, even as you’re practically begging him with your eyes to turn it off since you’re so close he’ll just grin and pull you closer.
“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.. show me how much of a slut you are.”
that doesn’t just happen once either, he’ll make you cum over and over again till he thinks you’ve had enough teasing or until he can’t hold himself back.
“What do you say we head home, sweetheart. You can feel how hard I am for you, can’t you? Mhm, you gonna let me fuck that tight little cunt, mm.”
he was really excited when you first suggested it, but also nervous, poor baby didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
at first, he’s really hesitant, keeping the vibrator on the lower end which was just enough to pull soft moans out of you.
but the needier you get, the bolder kirishima got too.
“That feel good, pretty girl? You want to keep going, hm.”
it’s not his fault—you just looked so pretty, desperately biting your lower lip to try and muffle your moans while your thighs were tightly pressed together.
“You want me to make you cum where other people can see you, yeah—I didn’t know my princess was so slutty.”
his praises had you melting into his hands, you were turning into a needy mess and he loved every second of it.
but that just wasn’t enough for him, seeing your face contort into pleasure from a toy, not good enough.
“Mm-mm, don’t you dare cum yet, princess. You’re only allowed to cum on my cock, you hear me? Yeah, you’re daddy’s good girl, arent’cha?”
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