#quirkplay

[vampyrsutton]

TodoDeku/DekuBowl~Stuck in Wall

Summary:

After graduating from U.A., class 1-A isn’t quite ready to part yet so all move into one of Momo’s family’s extra houses, roomed with their other halves and some additions from other classes. One night, during another ill-advised drunken game of truth or dare, almost everyone admits to having a crush on Deku at one point or another, and Midoriya admits to a fantasy of being used by the class during a truth about wildest fantasy. This is how the next weekend, Midoriya found himself shackled in the middle of the living area, ass-prepped, and unable to see behind him. He had to stop agreeing to that game.

Ao3 Tags:

Stuck-In-Wall,, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Kink Negotiation, Bottom Midoriya Izuku, Deku Bowl - Freeform, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Tentaclit, Mina Ashido Has A Tentaclit, Iida Tenya Has a Big Dick, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sero Hanta Speaks Spanish, post-sex cuddles, Cum Inflation, Inflation, Banter, Degradation, Mechanical Tentacles, Consentacles, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Dacryphilia, Polyamorous Relationships, Class 1A Has Graduated, Sero Hanta Is A Whore, Marijuana Use, alcohol use, cock shaming, Hair Pulling, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Oviposition, Kinky Slut Shaming, Praise Kink, ruined orgasm, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Gang Bang, Consensual Mind Control, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Mind Control, Aftercare, Bondage

“Oh, yeah.” Ochako laughs, taking another sip from her cup. “I had a huge crush on him first-year. Aoyama giving me shit about it was actually what made us pass our midterm.”

“Oui, she turned red as a tomato. I can’t entirely fault her though.” Aoyama chimes in with a dramatic sigh. “I used to try courting him with cheese, but alas, I fear I just scared him instead.” He giggles, with a blurry look to the giggling greenette. “Sorry, again, hon.”

“All good.” Midoriya giggles, taking another drink himself. “But wait. That makes Sho, Uraraka, Aoyama, and I know Kacchan when we were little.” He brushes off the half-hearted threat this gets him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say every male-attracted person in the class liked me.”

Mina’s eyes shoot to him with a wicked grin and he suddenly feels like he’s in danger. “A pause on truth or dare! Everyone! Raise your hands if at any point you’ve had a crush on our favorite broccoli boy!”

Midoriya flushes, a bit flustered, but quickly turns red when, along with the already mentioned people, Iida, Hatsume, Denki, Jiro, Sero, Shinsou, Monoma, and Camie (dating Mina) all raised their hands.

“I- w-what? I- uh-” Midoriya just stutters, rendered as flustered as he was as a first-year. 

“Congrats. You’ve managed to render the nerd speechless!” Bakugou cackles from across the circle, leaning on Kirishima who is trying to help him not slosh his drink everywhere. 

“Babe, you raised your hand, too.” Kirishima laughs, finally just taking the cup away.

“Oh my gods, I finally shut the damn nerd up!” Bakugou yells. He had two drinks and was no longer allowed anymore.

Midoriya groans, taking another drink as he looks to his boyfriend for help only to see a look that means trouble and decides to just down it instead. “Sho…?”

“Wait, so everyone here who likes dick, also likes my boyfriend?” Todoroki asks in his usual, seemingly oblivious way. It was entirely an act this time.

“Looks like it, Todo.” Mina laughs, clinking plastic cups with Camie.

“Interesting.” He hums, before changing subjects. “So, it’s Uraraka’s turn now, right?”

Everyone is drunk enough at this point that they don’t question it and continue the game, only succeeding in getting everyone drunker. No one even notices Todoroki texting or Kirishima checking his phone.

 “And that’s how I got the scar over my eye.” Kirishima finishes, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Anyway, Mido-bro! Truth or dare?”

“Truth!” Midoriya answers immediately, having seen the dares the Baku-squad is capable of and wanting none of it.

He regrets it immediately at the shark-toothed grin he gets. “What’s the dirtiest sexual fantasy, our favorite cinnamon roll has had?”

“Nothing about him is a cinnamon roll,” Bakugou mumbles sleepily against Kirishima’s shoulder. He crashed pretty fast once he was cut off.

This gets a few giggles, Midoriya included as he thinks about it. “I mean, second-year I had this dream after falling down a weird part of the internet where I crashed through a wall during training and got stuck, and no one could get me out and then it just shifted to the class lining up and railing me while I was stuck, and yeah was definitely a wet dream. Why the girls had straps during training, I never bothered to question but yeah, it was hot.” He grins with a hiccup. “Locker rooms provided plenty of material. 

The living room is dead silent as many red faces stare at him in shock before multiple eyes turn to the people in the room capable of making this happen.

“Momo!

“Hatsume!” 

“Todoroki!”

“Sero!”

“Please make this happen!” They call in unison, regardless of who they turned to.

Surprisingly, it’s Sero who chimes in as the voice of reason, high rather than drunk and used enough to the feeling to think. “As much as I’m down for tying the bunny up, and fucking him slowly until he cries, maybe we should wait until morning when everyone, especially Mido, is sober. Also,” Dark eyes turn to Todoroki. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’m the one that told Kirishima to ask the question.” Todoroki snickers mischievously. “He told me about the dream so I wondered if he’d actually say it out loud.” 

“Shooo~ Meanie!” Midoriya giggles, leaning over and kissing him. “I love how cool you are with sharing.”

Todoroki smiles, face suddenly a lot softer before he turns back to the other. “I just ask to be allowed to watch…minus Jirou, I know Momo will probably join, and that'd be like watching my sister fuck. I’ll be leaving for that one.”

There’s some whispering, but everyone who wants to be involved agrees to these terms.

“Cool.” Sero nods, standing up with a clap. “Now then, since we’re at the point of arranging basically orgies, I think it’s time for bed. Shins? Mind helping me get the protesters?”

“Yeah, I can help.” Shinsou yawns, putting out his own blunt. “Let me get my blondes settled first, and I’ll be back down for the stragglers.”

“Bet. Thanks, man.” Sero grins lopsidedly. “Anyone who remembers and has the balls to, feel free to bring it up in the morning, and we go over terms. Now,” he drops his voice into a tone that has a few people straightening. “Time for bed.”

As Shinsou and a wine-drunk Monoma drag a crossfaded Kami towards the stairs, Aoyama, Ochako, Hagakure, Momo, and Jirou rush past blushing with their significant others in tow while Sero chuckles muttering something about bottoms before looking to the stragglers. 

This little move just left Mina and Camie who are trying to continue partying, Kirishima and Bakugou with Kirishima gathering the passed-out blonde to carry him to bed, Shouji and Tokoyami who are asleep in the blanket nest Tokyami made in the corner at some point, and Todoroki and Midoriya. Sato and Koda are also still present, but they both volunteered to be the sober babysitters and are trying to wake up Shouji and Tokoyami so they can go to bed since the nest apparently isn’t the best for overnight rest even if movie nights beg to differ. 

Sero watches how Sato offers a grumpy dark shadow a cupcake so he’ll help wake them up, the darker of the couple blinking in irritation before thanking them. He watches the silent couple along with Kirishima and Bakugou head up the stairs before he turns to who will undoubtedly be the trouble makers. 

“Come on guys.” Sero chuckles, walking over. “To bed.”

Midoriya and Mina have been whispering about something and both giggle before they turn to Sero with smirks that can only mean trouble. “Make me!”

Camie bursts out laughing at the dark looks that pass over both Sero and Todoroki’s faces, both obviously affected by the bratty response.

Sero’s eye twitches. “I hope he remembers in the morning. I think a little bunny needs to be taught a lesson.”

Todoroki nods, pulling Midoriya close and smashing their mouths together in a drunken kiss. “I swear, I’ve trained him better.” The heterochromatic man almost growls.

“Well, he’s also drunk.” Sero chuckles, pupils swallowing his already dark irises. “Fuck, I hope you join when I fuck him.”

Todoroki raises a curious eyebrow before smirking. “If you wanted us both you could have asked sooner.”

Sero just gives one of his lopsided grins. “In my defense, you have this possessive air, so if we hadn’t heard about that sort of foursome and now this tonight. I wouldn’t have known and was not looking to get my ass kicked.”

Todoroki nods, picking a giggling Midoriya up as he stands. “Fair enough. Good night, Sero.” He gives a half-lidded look. “And if this happens, I’ll definitely join you.” 

Sero doesn’t even try to hide how he adjusts his sweats as Todoroki turns away to wrangle the squirming greenette to bed. “Fuck he’s gonna kill me.” Sero groans before turning to the remaining troublemakers. “So are you two going to go to bed, or do I need to peel our purple house cat from his cuddle pile? The rest of the party went to bed, and you were cut off hours ago.”

Mina pouts as Camie giggles, giving her a little peck and whispering something. Sero can imagine what it is by the way Mina’s eyes light up and she drags her girlfriend down the hall to the room they claimed when they moved in months before.

Sero just rolls his eyes with a chuckle before he turns to the responsible of the new adults. “Thanks, guys. Sato, the brownies were on point as always.” He laughs, fist-bumping the buffer man. “Want help cleaning?”

“Nah, it lets us recharge after being around all of…” Sato gestures at where the rooms are. “ That for so long.” The sugar hero laughs. “Thanks though.”

“No problem man. Koda?” Sero peeks around the hulking brunette to their resident JSL user. “You might want to have something fluffy ready for Midobro in the morning when he probably remembers what he admitted. He’s probably going to freak out.”

Koda nods, smiling as he signs about the chinchilla he just adopted. 

“Sounds perfect.” Sero smiles before a yawn escapes him. “Good night, guys.”

“‘Night!” Sato calls as Koda signs the same before Sero turns and drags himself to bed. He doesn’t know when he became the emotional support stoner, but he wasn’t really complaining. He liked his new role but knows he’s going to be in for it tomorrow. 

~~~

“Shoooo~!” Midoriya groans, from where he has his head in the toilet nursing a hangover. “Why in gods’ names did you have Kirishima ask that?! Why did you let me answer that?!”

“I would like to blame it all on the alcohol,” The dual-haired man sighs, offering Midoriya a hangover drink and actual water, “but I would hate to lie. The alcohol gave the idea, but you were also staring at Iida’s…dick print?” He nods when he gets a grunt signaling he used that right. “At his dick print when he was dared to strip and I thought you would start drooling when Jirou described the biggest strap they own during a truth. …There was also something about watching Sero smoking a blunt that may have messed with my judgment. I’m sorry, Izu.”

Midoriya groans and Todoroki can see the red tinting his ears even before he lifts his head to accept the drinks with a thanks. “Why are we such disasters?”

Todoroki smiles, placing a kiss on green curls. “If it helps, I heard them talking in the kitchen when I went down to get these and it sounds like they have agreed to not bring it up unless one of us does?”

Izu scrunches his nose, mumbling something about morning breath even as he smiles. “That does, yeah.” He hums, thinking as he drinks the offered drinks, leaning against his boyfriend when the taller sits next to him. “How about we get some food in us first, then I’ll decide if I want anything else in me, okay?” 

Todoroki chuckles, nodding. “That sounds reasonable.”

Izuku nods in return, stretching as Todoroki helps him up. “You do know you can just fuck Sero, though, right? We agreed just let the other know and you want to watch if it’s me so you can go for it, babe.”

Pink colors Todoroki’s left side before he kisses his boyfriend again. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Hmm, I think you’re behind a few hours since we slept in.” Midoriya giggles, before pulling Todoroki after him. “Now come on, Sato probably made his hangover special right?”

“Mhmm, some has already been set aside as a bribe I think.” Todoroki nods, chuckling at how Midoriya’s ears color once more. 

“I don’t have to fight my way to breakfast? Maybe I should be a hoe more often.” The greenette manages to joke even if he looks like he wants to hide under a blanket at the thought.

“That is literally the entire reason you’re able to get through.” Todoroki smiles, chuckling at the way Midoriya’s ears flush.

“Shush!” The greenette huffs as they make it to the stairs. “Should I just get it out there you think?”

“If you want to.” Todoroki hums. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“...Ugh! I really want to, but let’s be real, I’ll probably combust trying to get it out.” Midoriya groans, hesitating at the top of the stairs.

“Want some help?” Someone speaks up suddenly, making Midoriya squeak and spin around before he relaxes when he realizes it’s just Shinsou.

“Oh, good morning, Shinsou.” Midoriya sighs. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. Underground hero stealth is hard to turn off when you had Aizawa drilling it into you for almost three years.” The tired man yawns. “Want some help, though? You’re talking about the stuff from last night, right? Denks said everyone agreed to let you make the first move, but you’re also…” Shinsou trails off, gesturing at the entirety of the fidgeting greenette. “Yeah.”

“I’m working on it.” Midoriya pouts but ends up sighing again. “No, I should probably be the one to say it…eventually…okay yeah if I ask you to can you make me tell the truth?” He groans.

“Not a problem. I’ve been trying to get less…scared I guess of my own quirk, and I’m still too tired to care as much.” Shinsou agrees, yawning again.

“...When was the last time you slept? You’re working mostly nights, right?” Midoriya frowns, slightly stalling but also actually worried, knowing what Shinsou’s dad’s quirk is.

“My blondes have been helping me get better at it don’t worry. Denki’s just a menace when crossfaded and so is drunk Monoma.” Shinsou assures him with a tired half-smile that looks too much like their former homeroom teacher. “Now you have probably two cups of coffee before I’m awake enough to be hesitant so probably figure it out before then.” He yawns again as he starts making his way downstairs. 

“...Are wepositive he’s not Aizawa’s secret-love child?” Todoroki whispers once the new underground hero is out of earshot. 

Midoriya can’t help the surprised laugh that leaves him at his boyfriend’s antics. “Babe, theyliterally did a DNA test to prove your theory wrong. Yes, we are positive.” He giggles, grabbing a chilled hand. “Come on, let’s go down.”

“They could have faked the results.” Todoroki insists. “Aizawa-sensei has underworld connections, doesn’t he?”

“Shooo.” Midoriya groans, chuckling. “It’s Aizawa-sensei we’re talking about. He’s tired and overworked as it is, he’s not going to waste time forging DNA results.”

“But he could.” Todoroki insists, a slight pout on his lips.

Midoriya can’t help but kiss that pout before he pulls the other into the kitchen with him. “Good morning, all.” He grins, trying to ignore the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

“Morning, Midobro!” Kirishima is the first to grin, being one of the few not awkwardly staring red-faced at their breakfast. “How you feeling?”

“Like I was Detroit Smashed and not in a good way.” Midoriya groans in response, sliding into a seat and looking at Sato gratefully when a hangover breakfast is slid in front of him on the table. He flushes as red as Kirishima’s hair, however, when he realizes what he said. “I- um, I mean-”

“Midoriya?” Shinsou asks over the rim of his kitty-themed coffee cup.

“Please.” The greenette groans, flopping his head on the table.

“You sure?”

“Ye-” Midoriya’s eyes fog over as he goes silent.

“Uh…Shinbro? Is there a reason you brain fuzzed Midobro?” Kirishima asks, sliding in across from the spacing out OFA user.

“I offered to help if he didn’t think he could get an answer out on his own. Didn’t think he’d ask so soon, but I don’t think he expected to make a sex joke.” Shinsou yawns, looking back to Midoriya. “Now tell them what you wanted to say.”

“I want as many of you that are willing to rail me until I can’t possibly cum for the next month.” Midoriya mumbles in a monotone. “I wanna be bound and unable to move where any of you can just walk in and use me whether I even get to cum or not and I just have to take it. I wanna be absolutely ruined and dripping and-”

Shinsou releases his quirk, ears flushed red as he drinks his coffee. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I get the point.”

The girls-minus Hatsume-and Kaminari and Monoma are flushed red, but everyone nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, I definitely get it.” Sero laughs, playing with a green curl on the flushed head next to him. “Was it really that hard, conejito?” The tape user hums teasingly.

This time there were groans from both Midoriya and Todoroki. Midoriya from embarrassment and Todoroki from Sero speaking Spanish. This at least got enough of a laugh out of Midoriya to help him back to the conversation as he nods shyly.

“It’s embarrassing.” He mumbles, finally starting to pick at his food. “Not every day you get the chance to live out one of your wet dreams.” A small smirk graces his lips. “Helps that Sho is now in just as much trouble, though.”

"Shush, you." Todoroki huffs, face hiding in Midoriya's curls even as he peeks up at Sero. 

After a few seconds, it's Kaminari who finally speaks up. "Alright-" He squeaks before clearing his throat and trying again. "Alright, um, so if we could maybe stop eye fucking each other right in front of my salad." He jokes, ignoring Monoma's jab at the sugar abomination sitting on his plate. "How we doing this? You wanted to do a stuck-in-the-wall thing right? Well, we got Todobro who can make a literal ice wall- though not sure how safe that is long-term-, Hatsume who can def make something probably terrifying, Momo who can probably make a stockade-type thing, or our friendly dom spiderman Sero. Whatcha think?" Kaminari rambles, obviously trying to ignore his own embarrassment."

"Well, Sho isn't a big fan of using his quirks in the bedroom." Midoriya starts, finally starting to eat and humming happily at the grease. "Fuck, that's good. Anyway, Hatsume might be interesting, though I'd definitely want to see whatever it is first to make sure I'm not going to die." He looks at the pinkette pointedly from across the kitchen. "I don't know how Ten lets you get away with half the stuff he does but the marks you leave are truly scary sometimes."

He can't help but shake his head at the manic grin he gets as Iida tries to sputter out an excuse. "Don't even, Ten. We've all seen Aoyama's neck after you get back from a long mission. You're no saint." 

"Mon Dieu, no more drinking for you." Aoyama laughs dramatically, even as his face flushes bright red.

Midoriya just snorts as he continues answering Kaminari. "Whatever Momo makes will probably be the safest with how meticulous she is." He nods, eyes trailing to the self-proclaimed resident bicycle smirking next to him. "Though I'm sure you have plenty of experience of how to not leave tape burns yourself." It doesn't escape him how multiple people in the room turn red. 

"Plenty." Sero grins. "Though that's half the fun." 

Midoriya blinks for a second before pulling his phone out and scrolling for a second and nodding before switching screens and smirking back. "Neither of us have any photoshoots for a while. Sho keeps pouting he wants someone to go feral on him and apparently I'm too soft on him." He ignores the whine above him. "Think you can fix that, Sero?" 

Mischief sparkles in dark eyes as they trail up to meet pouting mismatched ones. "Oh, I'm sure I can figure out something. I even have a few ideas now if I can borrow him for a bit?" 

There's a needy whine from above him and Midoriya chuckles. "Have at him. He can fill you in on limits and such." 

"Bet." Sero grins, hopping out of his seat and scooping up a very frazzled Todoroki with strength his still slim-looking build does not give away only seeming to fry Sho’s brain further. “Come along, copo de nieve.”

Steam rises from Todoroki’s fire side as he’s carried back to the stairs. He seems to stutter something before just hiding his face in Sero’s neck and letting out a whine even as he gives Midoriya a thumbs up from behind the lanky boy’s back.

Midoriya just snickers, waving to his boyfriend to have fun before he turns to the others, a little more at ease now that his normally stoic boyfriend is equally embarrassed. “So who’s fucking me, and when are we doing this?” He grins, digging back into his breakfast.

Chatter picks back up as people start staking claims and arranging schedules. So far he knows for sure that Todoroki, Sero, Iida, Hatsume, Aoyama, Jirou, Camie, Uraraka, ShinMonoKami, and the Bakusquad all plan to have a go while Momo and Hatsume are talking logistics. Sato and Koda agree to cover for Midoriya and Todoroki so they don’t have to witness this insanity, and by the time breakfast is done, everything is figured out and a shirtless, smirking Sero is coming back down the stairs to retrieve water and fruit. There are multiple whistles as he turns back around and reveals the number Todoroki has done on his back.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about him needing his back blown out, huh?” Mina laughs as she starts helping Jirou with the dishes. “Momo, you might want to make the dummy some cream before he starts showing them off in shoots.”

Momo’s bright red as she wordlessly does as is asked. “One of you should take it to him.”

Kirishima laughs as he snatches the container, heading up the stairs with his own set of hangover drinks and a plate of food. “Thanks, Momo. I’ll drop it off on my way to Kat.”

“Make sure he actually puts it on! Sho is still working on his quirk trauma, and will probably clamp up if those scar too bad.” Midoriya warns, taking his plate to the girls at the sink. “I’ll come get him in a few. He’s like an annoyed cat if he’s pulled from cuddles before he’s ready.”

“Gotcha, Midobro!” Kirishima calls back before the heavy sounds of him running up the stairs sound.

From there, everyone disperses to their various tasks of the day. Some ran out the door for their patrol shifts, others were helping others nurse their hangovers, some doing chores for their rotation, and others just enjoying their day off. This, minus hangovers, is basically how the rest of the week went too. About halfway through the week, Urarak and Jirou were called away on long missions so unfortunately had to drop out, but expressed hope that all went well so they could join in next time. Midoriya was a bit bummed, but every now and then, they would find Momo and Hatsume playing with things in the living room and gradually constructing a contraption that looked as terrifying as it did fun so that feeling didn’t last long. You could definitely tell Hatsume was part of the design and Midoriya had to wonder what half of those things even did, but knew he would find out soon enough.

~~~

“Hey, Midoriya,” Shinsou calls tiredly down the hallway on the decided-upon day. “You ready?”

Midoriya is somehow still able to blush at the thought, but nods. “Yeah. Ready whenever you guys-” He consents before things go fuzzy and he has the out-of-body-esque experience of Shinsou hefting him over his shoulder, and bringing him downstairs where others were waiting to start. 

As he’s strapped into the weird contraption the girls constructed, he can vaguely see Todoroki already relaxing in a chair to the side and internally smiles at how excited his eyes look before a sort of inflatable innertube expands to hold him in place like he’s actually stuck in a wall. Once he’s secured, Shinsou releases his quirk, and Midoriya groans before trying to look around.

He quickly realizes that the weird contraption has it that he can vaguely see Todoroki in the corner of his vision, but can’t see behind him at all. He tries to wiggle and squirm, but the thing just moves and adjusts like there's actual rubble holding him down and he groans again as he lets himself fall limp to await his fate. He hears shuffling and snickering behind him before he feels familiar duel temperature hands playing with the strap of his shorts.

“Guess I get to open you up for them.” Todoroki chuckles from the other side of the wall, mismatched temperature hands sliding the gym shorts down over his ass and taking the offered lube.

Midoriya flushes, knowing over half his class is currently staring at his ass and he tries to cross his legs in a late act of modesty. He doesn’t get very far in this action before not only do his shorts trap him, but Sero comes over to pull them off and tape his ankles to the contraption to put him on full display. Midoriya is so distracted by how red his face has gotten that he doesn’t realize Todoroki lubing up his fingers and spreading his ass cheeks until one of his long fingers is working its way past his rim and a groan is ripped out of him.

Midoriya squirms as he’s quickly and almost methodically opened up, Todoroki seeming to make sure that he works the greenette as close to the edge as possible without letting him cum. It isn’t long before he’s pulling his fingers back and Midoriya whimpers for more. 

“Sho~ No! Please, I’m so close, please Sho, please.” Midoriya whines, squirming in his restraints and groaning as it adjusts to act like moving rubble. 

He just hears Todoroki chuckle behind him before the dual temperatures move away and Midoriya is left completely exposed. He hears some more whispering for a few seconds before a dramatic sigh breaks through the noise. 

“Mon Dieu, I guess I will just have to go first since none of you can decide.” Aoyama sighs dramatically, no doubt strutting over before Izu feels delicate fingers across his back. “You are all free to watch, but otherwise I will be sure to inform you when I am done with mon lapin.” 

Midoriya really doesn’t care who fucks him first at this point, he just wants something in him again. There’s more shuffling, probably of some leaving to wait their turn before Midoriya feels a much larger hand cover the other. 

“I didn’t think you were actually capable of topping with how much of a pillow princess you are,” Iida whispers just loud enough for both men to hear but in a voice Midoriya didn’t think he was capable of that makes a shiver race down his spine. “Honestly didn’t think that cocklet of yours was good for anything other than giving away how much you love crying on my cock.”

Midoriya didn’t think Iida was capable of saying such things but he hears Aoyama moan and puts together this is their normal.

“Guess it will be a good warm-up to take some real cocks as the night goes on, though I’m sure even Todoroki’s fingers did more.” Iida finishes off with a barely audible growl that has Izu wishing he could see the look in the bigger man’s eyes that he’s sure would make him cum on the spot.

Aoyama whimpers and Midoriya can feel his hand shaking now as he apparently lubes up his cock with the other before he feels it pushing into him.

It definitely wasn’t the thickest thing he’s taken and it’s probably barely at average length, but Midoriya groans nonetheless, just happy to have something in him.

“Aww, listen to him try to spare your feelings.” He hears Iida hiss in the blonde’s ear as delicate fingers flex against his hips. “No need to be nice Midoriya. You can probably barely feel it, can you?”

Gods he hopes he talks like that to him later.

“Ten~” He hears Aoyama whine behind him as he starts thrusting when Midoriya wiggles his hips. You can tell he doesn’t top probably ever as he starts up an absolutely sloppy pace, obviously chasing his own pleasure as Iida eggs him on with filthy taunts in his ears. 

“Ah-Aoyama~” Midoriya whines, squirming to try to get stimulation where he needs it and huffing in frustration when the “wall” just keeps adjusting around him and leaving him completely at the mercy of the inexperienced blond using him as a cock sleeve.

“Mido, Izu, nngn~ Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry.” Aoyama whimpers, making no attempt to adjust his pace as he approaches the edge embarrassingly fast. “So good. So warm. Izu~”

“Look at you. Can’t even last long enough to satisfy him. Pathetic. You should know by now you’re only good for crying on my cock with my hand making a pretty collar around your neck.” Iida growls, hand coming up to Aoyama’s neck based on the way the blonde’s breath hitches.

A few more thrusts and Aoyama is crying out with his release while Midoriya cries out in frustration, being nowhere near his but having no choice but to sit there and take it as his ass is filled with the blonde’s cum.

“Sorry, sorry, Izu, sorry.” Aoyama hiccups as he pulls out, a thin line of cum connecting his cock to Midoriya’s hole before it snaps.

“Shhh. You’re okay, baby. Midoriya has plenty ahead of him.” He hears Iida coo now in a much softer voice than before, and Midoriya would be more annoyed if it weren’t oddly cute. 

More shuffling and a huff tells him that Iida’s probably carrying the small blonde away as he promises to come back later and Midoriya is left waiting once again.

His impatience is probably what makes it feel like so long before a warmer than usual hand smacks his ass causing a yelp before it tangles in his hair.

“Kacchan~” Midoriya moans at the rough treatment to his curls. 

“Looks like you get to choke on it this time, nerd,” Bakugou smirks, pulling down his sweats as Midoriya feels a rough hand on one of his ass cheeks that must be Kirishima. 

“Don’t ruin him too much, babe.” Kirishima chuckles from behind him. “Others want to hear him scream too.”

“Tch, I could probably bruise his damn vocal chords and he still wouldn’t shut up.” Bakugou tsks with a roll of his eyes before they train back on Midoriya. “Now open up, nerd.”

Midoriya narrows his eyes, sticking out his tongue before ultimately doing as he’s told when Bakugou pulls on his curls once more and rips another moan out of him that is immediately cut off by a cock being shoved between his parted lips. He does his best not to gag as Bakugou works his cock deeper little by little until Midoriya has to relax his throat so the blonde can burry himself to the hilt.

He almost wants to smirk at the way Bakugou curses when he swallows around him, but, as if the curse was a cue, Kirishima lines up and starts slowly sinking his cock into the greenette’s ass. He moans around the cock in his mouth, making Bakuogu curse again before he starts pulling out to start delivering shallow thrusts to Izu’s throat. 

Midoriya tries to relax as much as possible until he feels Kirishima bottom out and Kacchan looks over the wall. From there it’s a bit of a blur as he’s thrust back and forth between the two, the contraption continuing to adjust to the rough movements so it feels like he’s being fuck out of and back into the wall as the two spitroast him. He moans loudly-or as loud as he can-around the cock face fucking him and screams around said cock when Kirishima finds his prostate and adjusts his angle to hit it as much as possible and make both men moan as Midoriya’s pleasure sends vibrations up Bakugou’s cock. 

He does gag a little when Bakugou grabs his curls harder to hold him still but relaxes again just in time for Bakugou to start face fucking him hard and fast like he plans to make good on his earlier threat to bruise his vocal chord. Midoriya moans at the thought, teary green eyes rolling back as Kirishima brutally abuses his prostate and leaves claw marks on his hips as his quirk rolls through his calloused hands. 

He would beg if he could, for what he doesn’t entirely know, but his throat is acting as little more than a vibrating cock sleeve at this point as he’s used from both sides and he’s so fucking clo-

The world’s most strangled ‘Kacchan’ vibrates up the blonde’s cock as Midoriya finally cums with a blocked-off scream. His vision whites out momentarily and he hears a curse behind him as his ass probably milks Kirishima’s cock before he feels cum fill his ass. He groans before almost gagging when he surprisingly gets no warning before his nose is shoved in blonde pubes and cum shoots down the back of his throat.

Midoriya does his best to swallow it all but some ultimately tries to escape when Bakugou pulls away. The keyword istries as Bakugou just smirks at him before stuffing any escaped cum right into his panting mouth.

“Swallow, nerd.” 

Midoriya does so without question, groaning once more as Kirishima pulls out behind him ad he feels cum start to flow down his leg. 

Or it should be but he hears one of Hatsume’s worrying snickers and silicone-encased tentacles come shooting out of the contraption and he cries out in oversensitivity as a bigger one shoves the cum back inside him andinflates to keep it inside. 

“Hatsume~” Midoriya chokes out in shock as Kirishima and Bakugou wish him luck and scramble away, neither wanting anything to do with whatever the pink-haired inventor has planned.

“I’m sure my baby will have a lot of fun with you.” She responds and Midoriya can practicallyhear the manic grin. 

“W-what does it do?” Midoriya stutters, slightly concerned even if he is curious. 

“Oh, calm down, Zuzu.” Hatsume grins, moving into view with a control box in her hand. “You’ll love this. It’ll keep you absolutely stuffed while the other tentacles will stimulate your other erogenous zones. It’s programmed to monitor your heart rate and learn what drives you crazy.” 

She taps the screen a couple of times and the tentacle keeping him plugged starts moving, targeting his prostate with mechanical precision when he jerks and moans before he screams when a smaller one wraps around his cock to stroke him, and two more move to play with his nipples. Another tap and he cries out as the one inside him and around his cock start vibrating and pushes him directly into over-sensitivity. 

Tears fill his eyes as he squirms and moans, but he can tell Hatsume is paying attention for a safe word even as she takes notes. This fact makes it a little easier to bear as the contraption rips another orgasm from him way sooner than he’s ready and he hangs there limply as the machine continues. He sighs gratefully when there’s another tap of the controls that turns off the vibrating to let him recover some, even if the tentacles themselves are still moving.

“Hatsume~” Midoriya whimpers, tears falling down his face before she seems to take some pity and comes over to wipe them from his face and run her fingers through his curls.

“He is just adorable, isn’t he Todoroki?” Hatsume hums, glancing to their right where Todoroki is sprawled out in his chair, cock in hand as he watches his boyfriend be truly and thoroughly used. “Oh wait, did you want talked to or just a fly on the wall type thing?”

Todoroki groans as he swipes his thumb over his slit, eyelids heavy as he looks over to acknowledge her. “You’re fine, just no one else has.” Heterochromatic eyes trail down to Izuku and his face turns fond. “And you have no idea. He’s my little bunny for a reason.”

Hatsume coos as Izuku sniffles. “I can see why. I just want to bully him more the more he squirms.”

Todoroki hums, nodding in agreement. “He really is just adorable no matter his state.”

“I see that.” She grins, before stepping back away to ramp the speed up and restart the vibrations on the control, snickering as Izuku cries out. “If he likes that, wait ‘til the tentacles cum.” Hatsume hums.

Midoriya lifts his head enough to look at her in confusion and concern. 

“Oh yeah. You can’t see the other side.” Hatsume shrugs. “There’s a tray under where your hangs that’s been collecting your cum to use for the tentacles. Don’t worry, I’m not using any random substances.” She assures.

Midoriya blinks a few times before his face flames red. “You’re making me cum in myself?” He squeaks.

“Yup!” Hatsume grins before tilting her head curiously. “Color?”

Midoriya had seriously never thought of it before and was almost concerned with how hot he found the idea. “...Green.” He eventually squeaks.

Hatsume’s grin returns as she taps a few more buttons and Midoriya’s eyes roll back as Hatsume’s contraption brings quite a few monsterfucker dreams to life and he moans loudly. He’s left hanging there as he wiggles and squirms, unable to escape the relentless tentacles and not at all wanting to. 

Eventually, once Hatsume seems pleased with the amount of cum in the tank out of his field of vision, she lets him cum one more time into the tray before tapping the screen again. The tentacles suddenly stop and the one inside him stills as deep inside of him as it can before shooting Izuku’s own cum deep into his gut and seemingly detaching from the rest of the tentacle to act as a plug and hold it all in.

Midoriya cries out, nails digging into whatever he can reach as he sobs through his orgasm and how full he feels. “HaAaa!” He screams what was probably supposed to be her name. 

She pushes another button to retract all the tentacles but the plug back into where they were hiding and makes a move to Izuku before looking to Todoroki. “Do you mind if I hold him a bit or would you rather come over here?”

Todoroki is currently in the process of cleaning his own cum off himself as he pants, nodding his head. “You’re good.” He assures.

Hatsume doesn’t waste any more time as she pulls a stool over so she can rest Midoriya’s upper body in her lap and comb her fingers through his curls. Her smile is slightly less manic than usual as he nuzzles into the attention like the bunny he was accused of being.

“Need a break?” She asks. “I think Mina and Camie called next dibs, but they’re on patrol anyway. We can message to take their time?”

Midoriya nods, yawning slightly into his lap pillow. “Yes, please.”

Todoroki is already typing when she turns to look for her own phone. “I’ve got them. Just scratch behind his ear a bit. I don’t have nails like you and I’m sure he’ll turn to putty.

Hatsume does as she’s advised, cooing a little over how cute he looks, sounding less crazy for once as she does.

The three stay like this for a while until Midoriya gives the go-ahead, Todoroki going to find him water while he texts the others. 

Midoriya is just finishing off the water bottle when the more deviously chaotic of the girls in the building come running into the building, covered in dirt and grime.

“BRB, babes,” Camie calls as she and Mina race down the hall to their room. “We’re like totally gross rn.”

“Yeah, let us wash up, and we’ll be right over to play with you,” Mina adds before they disappear around the corner.

“Good. Gives you a few more minutes to rest.” Todoroki yawns, taking over for Hatsume with a wave as she leaves to find Iida. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, but I want to finish this.” Midoriya yawns in return.

“You weren’t kidding about wanting to be unable to cum for the next month then.” Todoroki smiles fondly, running his fingers through green curls. “I’ll be shocked if you’re able to cum anymore today.”

Midoriya is about to say something when Mina and Camie come back in, butt-ass naked except for the towels they’re using to dry their hair. 

Midoriya turns almost the same color as Mina.

“Challenge accepted.” Mina grins ferociously, making Izuku fear for his ass maybe even more than Hatsume just did. 

“Uh, Mina? Genuinely asking, not trying to be mean but um what is…” Midoriya trails off, entirely too flustered by the situation and the thought of offending her to know what to say.

“Oh, this?” Mina smirks, reaching down and playing with where her clit would normally be. “It’s my clit. Part of the whole alien vibe I got going I guess.” She shrugs. “At least we don’t have to deal with a harness, though.”

Todoroki can see Midoriya’s practically buzzing with questions as he sighs before returning to his self-appointed seat. “Have fun getting drilled on that later.”

“Eh, only fair since I’ll be drilling him first.” Mina snickers as Camie laughs when Todoroki almost chokes on the water he was trying to drink. 

This time, when Midoriya groans, it’s out of exasperation at Mina’s joke rather than pleasure. “Just for that. I don’t want to know.” He huffs.

“Aww, come on, Midobabe.” Mina damn near purrs, running her acrylics through green curls and giggling slightly at the pout the nickname gets from both men. “I’m sure you’ll get all the answers you need when it’s wiggling inside you and filling you up.” A smirk graces her face as she moves behind him. “If you can even think that is.”

Midoriya goes to open his mouth when something is messed with on the plug keeping him full and he feels it deflate and leave him gaping and clenching around nothing. He whimpers at the feeling but doesn’t get any actual time to complain before something is squirming and wiggling against his rim like it’s pushing the escaping cum back inside and making him moan. 

“Mi-Mina!” He whines, squirming a bit before he feels the tentacle-like clit start working its way in properly and he moans. “Fuck it’s making its own lube.” He gasps.

“Mhmm.” Mina hums behind him, acrylics digging into his hips slightly as the extra sensitive appendage is squeezed by the greenette. “Shit, baby. I should have gone after Prez. You’re still so tight.” She groans, tentaclit brushing his prostate to seemingly prove her point and making her curse at how his hole spasms.

“God are you really that eager to get your guts rearranged by my clit?” Mina asks around a breathy laugh. “Look at you already squirming so much.” She coos, bringing her hips back to slam her clit home in his already sloppy hole and cry out at the tight heat.

Midoriya moans loudly, the tentacle’s whithering managing to find all of his sensitive spots. “Mina, please~”

“Begging already, baby boy?” She laughs teasingly, starting up a rough pace that has both of them feeling every drag along Midoriya’s rim. “Damn, how tight you are, it’s almost easy to forget you’re such a little slut. Begging us to strap you up in the middle of the living room and take turns fucking your slutty little hole like it deserves. Gods you’re going to be absolutely dripping aren’t you? Wouldn’t be surprised if your stomach’s actually inflated after this, looking like a proper whore.”

Midoriya was expecting this at some point, but not from Mina and it had him moaning and clenching around her as he withered and his cock ached for release already. 

“Oh? Like that idea do you? It’s already a mess in here, just how many loads have you already let people dump in you?” Mina taunts, nodding to Camie who makes her way to Midoriya’s front. 

“Ha-Hatsume.” Midoriya tried to get out around his moans. “She- nnghn- she-”

“The wall thing has apparently been collecting his cum as well so that’s what Hatsume shot into him.” Todoroki supplies as he watches Camie start smoothing her own nails through sweat-soaked curls. “Kirishima and Aoyama only came once, but Kirishima fucked one out of him and Hatsume milked several from him before she let him rest so he probably has five or six loads in him.” The dual quirk user shrugged. “I wasn’t paying too much attention.”

Mina blinks before her grin turns feral. “Oh, you absolutely nasty little slut.” She chuckles, focusing a bit more now to make sure her clit is fucking the cum deeper into him and cooing at the way he cries out. “So desperate for cum, you’ll take even your own. You’re going to love the amount of whatever it is that I shoot into you then. If it were closer to my time I could give you eggs too, but probably for the best with all the cum.” Another laugh. “Imagine explaining to the press how a woman knocked you up.”

Midoriya is flushed halfway down his back as he whimpers and moans around the abuse to his insides and the dirty words being thrown at him. He squirms in the contraption constantly shifting hold and when he meets Camie’s eyes as she coos at him, they’re teary and fuzzy. “Ca-Camie?” He slurs a little.

“Shhh, is the big scary dommy mommy being mean to you, sweetie?” Camie coos, long nail petting through his hair and smiling when he nuzzles into it seemingly unconsciously. “Look at you, being such a good boy. Taking them all so well aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Midoriya nods, whimpering at the sweet words. “Hope so.” He slurs a little. “Want ‘em to feel goOd-AH~!”

“They’re feeling so good, bun,” Camie assures. “I’ve never seen Mina shaking to hold off cumming so fast.” A giggle. “Then again, I’m usually edging her until she breaks, but that’d be just cruel to do to someone trying so hard wouldn’t it?”

Midoriya whines, nodding his head a bit. “Wanna cu-nnnm- cum.” He moans when there’s another solid drag against his prostate.

“Don’t worry, baby. We won’t make you wait.” She promises, standing up a little. “Will you make me feel good too, sweetie? I’m like totally soaked listening to you two.” She giggles, some of her normal way of talking coming through her sexy talk. 

Midoriya nods his head quickly, tongue lolling out eagerly as a go-ahead while he whines. 

“Such a good boy.” Camie praises, grabbing onto handles and footholds that Midoriya didn’t know were there until then as she smothers his face in her pussy and gasps when he moans against her. 

A few particularly rough thrusts and a tug on his cock to manage to distract him for a moment as he moans into the wet heat in front of him, but the feeling of Camie grinding her clit on his nose brings him back to his task at hand and he starts licking and sucking like a man lost in the desert.

“Oh shit~” Camie whines, grinding herself down on the invading tongue as she tries not to crush his face in the thighs he’s holding onto for dear life. “Mmngh~ Who taught you to eat pussy, sweetie? Shit, that’s good!” She praises, trembling as he tongue fucks her with precision. 

“He spent years with his nose buried in the internet.” Todoroki provides from where he’s scrolling through his phone, not as interested in the girls. “I thought I was dying the first time he sucked my dick, and still am not convinced he didn’t suck my soul out.”

Both girls can’t help but laugh, stuttering their movements enough to get a desperate whine out of the man between them and shared apologies.

“Well, it definitely shows, mnmm~ So good, baby.” Cami praises, thighs trembling as she grinds down. She yelps slightly when this apparently encourages Midoriya to change his hold so he’s holding her by her hips and entirely supporting her weight with the occasional spark of green lightning zipping around his arms as he dives in deeper, sending vibrations through her core as he moans and whines at the clit ruining him. 

It isn’t long before Camie is cumming all over his face with a trembling cry and her release soaking his chin. She feels him continue to lick it up, and hums happily before squirming when she realizes his pace hasn’t changed at all and the gravity of Todoroki’s words sink in. 

“Any chance you know like how much he knows about women?” Camie asks shakily.

“Um.” Todoroki looks up at the ceiling as though thinking before he shrugs. “I know his mom had the sex talk with him pretty long and Bakugou’s mom gave them both the R-rated version so I imagine a bit.”

Camie’s eyes widen as she looks down and sees evil in those previously sweet green eyes before his tongue dives between her folds and he sucks hard on her clit making her throw her head back in a loud moan. 

“You good, babe?” Mina asks from the other side of the contraption.

“I think the bunny totally isn’t as innocent as he seems.” She whines, whithering at the relentless attention. “He’s like not letting up at all.”

Mina laughs before she groans when he clenches around her. “He tryna get another one out of ya?”

“And succeeding.” Camie whines, walls spasming as another one approaches.

Todoroki is looking over now in confusion. “Uh, I’m definitely missing something?”

Both girls frown at him before Mina remembers something and she rolls her eyes. “I forgot who your dad is. Let me guess, convinced the female orgasm is a myth?”

“I had to go to Midnight in secret to learn anything because he signed me out of sex ed.” Todoroki nods before his face scrunches up as though remembering something and his eyes finally widen. “Oh right.”

“There ya go, candy cane.” Camie giggles before moaning around another orgasm and finally trying to squirm away only for calloused hands to pull her closer, green eyes looking up questioningly as though asking if this is alright.

Camie considers for a moment if she wants to deal with overstimulation. “How close are you, babe?”

“Almost there.” Mina moans around Midoriya spasming as an orgasm is pulled from him and his moans stimulate Camie further. 

Camie yelps and moans, deciding she can handle one more, and settles back in. “Okay, bun.” She coos. “Go on and drink your fI-ill!” She cries out when Midoriya immediately returns to his antics.

Mina snickers at the two before redoubling her efforts to pump Midoriya even fuller. “Don’t forget about me, Mido~” She teases, spreading muscular cheeks wide as speeds up and she feels him tense and spasms around her, gifting her with her girlfriend’s beautiful sounds echoing her efforts. 

It’s not long before she hears her girlfriend cry out for the third time, and she herself tenses as she unloads a slick almost slime into Midoriya that has him crying out as well, even if all his cock does is twitch pathetically. Mina groans at the sounds, grinding into Midoriya through her orgasm until she can finally pull out and quickly slip the inflatable plug back into place. She snickers as she pushes the button and Midoriya groans at the fullness, no doubt feeling bloated by now. 

She listens to Midoriya’s whines, cooing softly as she moves around him to have him clean her up with his mouth, kissing her tired girlfriend while whispering affirmations. Her clit twitches a few more times under the attention of Midoriya’s curious mouth, but she knows she’s done for a bit. 

“You did so well, baby.” Mina grins as she eventually bends down next to him, petting through his sweat-soaked hair as she licks some of her girlfriend’s release off his cheek. “Sorry if I was a little mean. You okay?”

Midoriya hums, nodding happily. “I’m alright, Mina. It was kind of hot.” He admits shyly. 

Mina chuckles, ruffling his hair teasingly as she backs up. “Good to hear, Mido.” She smiles, glancing behind the greenette before she smirks wickedly. “Hopefully I didn’t wear you out too much. It looks like Prez is ready for his turn.”

Midoriya pales slightly, remembering the filth whispered to Aoyama earlier and turns entirely scarlet in the next breath as he remembers what he’d seen in the locker rooms in school. “Pray for me.”

Both girls laugh as Mina takes Camie’s hand to lead her away. 

“Good luck, babes.” Camie giggles with a wave. 

Midoriya hears footsteps approach him but nothing touches him for several long moments. Eventually, he starts squirming under the gaze he can feel before he yelps when a big hand connects with his ass and he moans when the plug bumps his prostate. 

“T-Ten?” Midoriya stutters, squirming more and earning another smack and a moan. “Iida, please! The plug! It’s right on my prostate when you do that.” He whimpers earnestly.

“Knowing Mei, I’m sure it is.” Iida finally hums in a voice much lower than normal.

A glance to his side shows Midoriya that Todoroki is just as affected as he is as heterochromatic eyes widen as his back straitens, pink flushing across his cheeks and ears.

“That’s not an excuse to be such a little cock slut though is it?” Iida continues, playing with the plug to make Midoriya squirm so he can deliver another smack to muscular cheeks. “Look at you, squirming for something to fill you.” A large hand dips below him and presses on his stomach to make him realize that Mina was right about his stomach probably distending from whatever she spewed in him when the pressure made him realize just how full he is. “Already so full and begging for more.” Another smack that makes him hiccup out a broken moan. “Do you have an ounce of shame in you? Where’s your pride as a hero, hm?” A grind of the plug against the smaller man’s already abused prostate. “Or are you good for nothing more than being a hero’s cum dump?”

Midoriya had no clue he was into being talked to quite this harshly but he moans lowly at how hard his cock already is again. He did still have some of his pride though…or wanted to taunt the bigger man. Who knows really? “Not a cock slut.” He did not mean for that to sound so pouty and slurred. “‘M hero.”

Another smack makes him sob and his cockthrob .

“Lying isn’t very heroic, Midoriya.” Iida almost growls, making the smaller man shiver. “All I see in front of me is a little whore wanting his gaping, leaking hole stuffed. Look at this,” He tsks, releasing the plug but keeping it angled to keep everything in. “Doubt you’ll even make a good cocksleeve after this with how loose you are. I almost feel sorry for Todoroki won’t even be able to get any friction from his little toy.” 

Midoriya’s hole spasms around the emptiness almost as though it wants to close, but doesn’t remember how to and is only working to prove Iida’s words right as it trembles before him. Midoriya whimpers in shame, trying to move his legs to shield himself but remembering they’re taped to the wall he’s left completely exposed and at Iida’s cruel, judgemental mercy.

He looks to the side in embarrassment and catches sight of something teasing passing over Todoroki’s face as he opens his mouth before closing it thoughtfully and finally looking at Midoriya questionly. He doesn’t know what the other plans to say but trusts him so nods his head and flushes at the small smirk that forms on that scarred face.

“No doubt your right what with the things the girls have been shoving in him,” Todoroki speaks up, sounding bored even as he suppresses a shiver when dark eyes shift to him. “One of us might as well get use out of whatever resistance is left.”

Midoriya flushes, mumbling something about it not being that bad before he squeaks when this earns him another smack. 

“Don’t even deny it,” Iida warns, big hand kneading red skin as he gets his pants undone with the other. “No better than a public glory hole with how used up you are.” Iida swipes up the little bit of cum and lubricants that tries to escape before shoving it back in harshly and smirking at the moan. “I would suggest putting tallies on your ass like those books Mei reads, but all anyone has to do is take one look at you to know you’re nothing but a little slut.” He hears another whine as he finally lines up, moving the plug quickly when he starts sinking in, and Midoriya spasms around him, moaning loudly. 

“Fuck! Shit, are you bigger than the plug? Wait wait wait slow down I’m gonna break!” He rambles despite his hips squirming like he’s trying to get closer to Iida and further down his cock.

“Doubtful,” Iida says with a roll of his eyes. “Not when you’re greedy little hole is trying to suck me in further.” He gives a shallow thrust deeper that earns him a hiccuped moan. “Unless you meant your mind which having a brainless little cum dump waiting for us when we get back wouldn’t be o bad.” He sheaths himself fully and runs a finger over the puffy, red rim stretched around his length and smirks at the shiver he gets to watch race up Midoriya’s back. “As it stands, you’ll probably already need a plug for the next few days with how much you’ll be leaking, I don’t think even Shouji’s tongue would be able to get it all out of you.” He pulls back before starting up a pace that has Midoriya screaming. “Might as well just stay back and be our perfect little fuck toy with how much we’ve already ruined you. You’re probably more suited for this anyway.”

Midoriya doesn’t know if it's his own exhaustion or the conviction with which Iida says it that has him almost agreeing with what Iida says. The thought of being left for his friends to use to pump and dump and being no more than a toy for their pleasure? Midoriya’s cock twitches hard at the thought and makes him moan loudly when Iida finds and starts abusing his prostate. 

“Ten~ Ten please~ No~  I’ll cum if you keep doing that!” He whines, already so close to the edge, and knowing any more will violently throw him over the edge where he’s not entirely sure anyone will catch him.

“Cum whenever you want.” Iida shrugs, not stopping his brutal pace that was obviously far more about chasing his own pleasure than getting Midoriya off at all. He smirks as he feels Midoriya tense and clench around him at the assurance. “Just know I won’t stop.” 

Midoriya’s eyes widen in horror, but it’s already too late as a hard brush against his prostate and the sudden introduction of a large hand around his cock has him screaming out his release and spasming around the giant currently carving its place into his insides, and fuck it almost feels like that time Todoroki brought up fisting with how stretched he is. His vision whites out as he shoots another load into the tray beneath him and he has to wonder if Iida will be the reason he’s left as nothing more than a loose hole. He’s pretty sure he just came so hard his cock about jerked itself off of his body, but he’s not given time to dwell on that as Iida makes good on his apparent promise and continues to use him at that same brutal pace that leaves his legs shaking and threatens to fuck him right out of Hatsume’s invention if she didn’t apparently know her boyfriend so well and what he had planned for the smaller man’s insides.

“I-Iida~” Midoriya moans brokenly, not sure he’ll be able to cum for any of the others after that. “Hurry~ Please, I can’t! I can’t, Iida~”

Iida just huffs, delivering another harsh smack to the side of his ass cheek that makes Midoriya hiccup out a sob. “Quiet. You’re done when I say you are.” He huffs, making sure to grind harshly against where he’s deduced the smaller man’s prostate is. 

Midoriya whines, hands scrambling against the wall as though to escape the overwhelming sensation, but making no attempt to safeword or action out of it. This earns him another smack and, after a few more, he finally falls limp, forcing himself to relax enough to be a proper toy for the bigger man as he whines. “Y-yes, sir.” Midoriya whimpers. 

He’s pretty sure that’s a growl he heard from the other man or something similar at least, and he can’t help but yelp when his hips are grabbed roughly. He swears he hears engines purring as somehow Iida’s thrusts only get more brutal, and green eyes roll back in their sockets at the overwhelmingness of it all. 

Midoriya honestly loses all sense of time from there and by the time he’s finally being filled with another, possibly larger than average load, he’s pretty sure he’s cum again if the dull throbbing in his balls is anything to go by and now he’spositive he can’t cum again as he hiccups on a broken sob. When had he started crying? The answer doesn’t matter to him as he lets out a high-pitched whine when Iida starts pulling out and he’d probably hook his legs around the other if they weren’t still taped to the contraption. He lets out a low groan when he feels the plug fill him again, and yep. It definitely just had to inflate bigger.

Midoriya doesn’t even realize he’s shaking until he hears some mumbling and suddenly a big hand is cupping his face and he’s forced to look into the kinder eyes that he’s used to seeing on his former class president. 

“You okay, Midoriya?” Iida asks softly, whipping tears away as he puts his cock away with his free hand. “Was I too mean? Yuu does say I can get intense, and while he loves it, I should have assured you understood just how different it is from my everyday personality. I am deeply sorry if I hurt you at all.”

Midoriya’s head spun a bit from the complete change in demeanor as he blinked before giving a tired smile and nuzzling the hand cupping his face. “I’m fine, Iida. Just a bit of whiplash between the two.” He mumbles, having to focus a bit to not slur his words. 

“Are you sure? Todoroki was concerned I did actually break your brain.” Iida asks still looking a bit worried. 

“Ten, I witnessed you try to kill a man. You being a little mean when blowing my back out is nothing.” Midoriya chuckles, whining when this gets his now pouty cheek pinched.

“That was three years ago, will you two ever let me live that down?” Iida huffs, ears stained red in embarrassment. “Would you not do the same for your brother.” He asks, head turning to Todoroki before he realizes his mistake in who he’s talking to and opens his mouth to probably apologize. 

Todoroki beats him to it.

“Technically I tried to do the sameto my brother,” Todoroki smirks lightly as he cleans his hands of another orgasm. “And vise versa from him.”

Iida lightly thumps his forehead in green curls with a groan. “Todoroki,please seek therapy!”

“Eh, why do that when I can cuddle my big tiddy boyfriend instead?” Todoroki shrugs as he walks over to kiss Midoriya’s now blushing face. 

“Sho!” Midoriya whines. “I ambegging you to stop listening to Kaminari.”

“Your reactions are too funny for that.” Todoroki smiles fondly before turning to Iida. “Can you help me get him to the couch so he can stretch and rest for a bit? I’m sure you probably know how this thing works.”

“Yes, right away.” Iida nods with one of his hand motions that shows he’s completely back to his normal self as he hops up to find the control box Hatsume left behind. It doesn’t take long from there to get Midoriya out and cuddled against Todoroki on the couch as the lither of the two massages where he’s been in the contraption for a few hours now. They both thank Iida when he returns with water. “Of course, the least I can do for the gift Midoriya has granted us. “ Iida nods. “Should I go tell Shinsou, Monoma, and Kaminari it should be their turn in about an hour?”

Midoriya hums into his water bottle, thinking about it for a second before he nods. “Yeah, that should be enough. Thank you again.”

“Anytime.” Iida nods robotically albeit with a small smirk that shadows his earlier attitude. “Just let me know.”

Midoriya flushes, nodding shyly before they’re left alone to cuddle and relax.

Or relax as much as they could when Todoroki kept curiously poking his stomach or the plug and making him squirm.

“Shoo~” Midoriya whines, trying to squirm away from who was supposed to be his human pillow. “The break was your idea, meanie!”

“But you’re so cute.” Todoroki pouts, nuzzling slowly drying hair despite the sweaty smell. “I can’t help but want to make you squirm for me.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure ShinMonoKami has something planned and I’d rather be prepARed!” Midoriya yelps as he’s suddenly lifted into arms now used to slinging around body wait and met with teasing purple eyes.

“You look plenty prepared to me,” Shinsou smirks as he carries Midoriya back over to the contraption. He real quick shoots the same look over to Todoroki next. “Sero said he’s coming down to give Midoriya a show of his own, by the way.” He warns, chuckling as steam starts rising from the dual-colored man.

“How are you still so skinny?” Midoriya squeaks as his mass of tightly packed muscle is carried like he ways nothing.

“Have you ever seen me in anything but dark colors?” Shinsou smirks, passing Midoriya to Monoma through the ‘wall’ while Kami presses the button to secure him back in place. “I have a non-combative quirk. These two can attest to the fact that I’m almost even with Aizawa by now.”

Midoriya thinks back to the time that Todoroki’s fire went a little wild during training and burned off half of their teacher’s shirt and revealed biceps that could probably crush their head if he wanted to. He flushes red at the memory, earning a laugh from Monoma. 

“Wow, who knew some muscle was all it would take to take down A class’s golden child.” The blonde teases with a smirk as his voice turns pitying. “Almost a shame you wanted to be stuck in here. You don’t get to experience how hot it is when he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing.”

The flush creeps further down Midoriya’s neck at the thought and he squirms, moving like he’s going to magically be able to see around the wall. “It’s a dark-colored shirt, not a magic cloak.” He whispers in disbelief.

“And he somehow survives on 3 hours of sleep a week.” Monoma sighs with an annoyed roll of his eyes like this was an old argument. “We’ve stopped questioning how the laws of nature seem to bend to him.

“Three hou-Shinsou!” Midoriya scolds, shooting a glare at the contraption that he’s sure Shinsou can hear if the tired sigh is anything to go by.

“Snitch.” Shinsou huffs, probably sending his own glare over the ‘wall’.

“You stopped letting me quirk you to sleep.” Is Monoma’s only response as he shrugs. 

“Yeah, 'cause I have stuff to do.”

“The cases will still be there when you wake-”

“Guys!” Kaminari cuts in with an exasperated laugh that says this definitely isn’t the first time this argument has been had. “I’m sure Midobro doesn’t want caught in the literal middle of you two bickering like an old married couple.”

Midoriya sees Monoma frown apologetically at the same time Shinsou mumbles a sorry from behind him. 

“It’s fine.” Midoriya chuckles awkwardly before whispering. “I am team Monoma on this one though.” Earning him a triumphant smirk from said blonde.

“Do you want to bring up your little idea, Hito, or have some fun first?” Monoma finally chuckles, placated now.

“Oh, definitely having some fun first.” Shinsou hums, hands finally finding Midoriy’as hips once more and pressing his thumb into the plug. “I want to see just how much they’ve dumped in him already before they add any more.”

Midoriya furrows his brows in confusion, looking to Monoma as though their self-proclaimed rival will reveal what Shinsou means. “What? What does he meAN?! Mnmm~” Midoriya tries asking but ends up groaning instead when the plug is ground into his prostate. “Shinsou~”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He apologizes sounding not at all sorry before he lets the plug deflate and gives a low whistle at the amount that tries to escape. “We’re not even going to need to prep you, are we?”

Midoriya flushes red but shakes his head slowly. “Unless you plan to figure out DP, probably not.”

“If we had a different angle, maybe.” Shinsou shrugs, the sound of a zipper accompanying it. “Lord knows Nei loves the power trip of dicking down someone from A class, but he’d probably get too big of a head stretching you that much.” He teases, chuckling when this earns him an offended huff. “I’m mostly kidding, babe.” 

“Sure you are.” Monoma huffs before taking hold of Midoriya’s chin. “What do you say to letting me fuck your mouth, doll-Oh?”

Midoriya doesn’t even notice how he lets his mouth fall open and tongue loll out until Monoma is giving him a crazed smirk and he flushes red in embarrassment. 

“I- uh- I” Midoriya starts to stutter before Monoma is once again holding his chin as he gets his shorts off. 

“Nope, shut up, that was hot.” Monoma decides as he finally kicks his legs free.

Midoriya flushes darker but lets his mouth fall open again, humming happily as Monoma slides his cock in.

“Shit, the others weren’t kidding were they.” Monoma groans as a warm tongue caresses him. “You’re really having fun with this, huh?”

Midoriya hums again in affirmation, eyes shining in mischief when the sound sends vibrations up the blonde’s cock before he straight up moans when Shinsou finally starts sliding into him.

“Mngn~” Monoma moans, hand bunching in green locks as the vibrations shoot up his cock. “Hito~ Some warning!”

“And give you the chance to hide your noises?’ Shinsou scoffs as he gives a thrust after finding Iida already did a number on him. “I don’t think so.”

Midoriya does get a view of the pout Monoma shoots behind him so gives a hard suck that gets the blonde to finally start moving with a groan. 

“Gods, your throat.” Monoma groans, thrusting in and out slowly until calloused hands grab his hips. He glances down, blue meeting green before he feels the other’s throat relax around him and he gets the hint. “You want me to fuck your throat?” He clarifies before cursing when Midoriya moans around him. 

Monoma huffs as though put out as he curls manicured fingers into green curls to start using his throat like a fleshlight. Both men moan, encouraging the blonde to speed up. 

Meanwhile, behind the greenette, Shinsou is thrusting in and out of the shorter man’s sloppy hole as he kisses whimpers, and mewls out of Kaminari’s mouth and nipping at his lips. 

“Fuck, you two are so pretty,” Shinsou growls as he finally pulls away, long fingers petting through blonde locks. “What do you think, baby? Ready to see if there’s any left in him?”

Kaminari might as well be purring under the attention as he nods, quickly dropping to his knees and shuffling under Midoriya to take his cock down his throat in one go, Shinsou having fucked away his gag reflex long ago. If his mouth wasn’t full he would probably snicker at the surprised moan Midoriya lets out that drags one from Monoma as well.

“Mnahh~” Monoma moans, speeding up as his eyes return to Shinsou’s. “Now would probably be the time to a-Ask.” He groans when Midoriya swallows around him.

“Yeah, I suggested that before I got my dick in him.” Shinsou groans, grinding into where he has deduced the shorter man’s prostate is in hopes of getting some friction. “Fuck, we should have gone before Iida. That was before. Pretty sure the aftercare team will kill me if he goes anymore.”

“Pretty sure- mnnm~ that’s his decision.” Monoma huffs, smirking when he sees Sero enter the room from the corner of his eye. “Oh, looks like his treat’s here.”

Midoriya looks up at him in confusion before he hears Todoroki gasp and his eyes dart over to see Sero claiming his boyfriend’s mouth and moans at the sight. 

“Shit!” Shinsou hisses when Midoriya suddenly clamps down on him. “I know, dammit!”

“Then ask before Sero melts the other party’s brain.” Monoma scoffs with a roll of his eyes, pausing his movements to pull out briefly so Midoriya can answer. “Sero, cool it for a minute.”

 They hear a low chuckle and a whine before Midoriya and Todoroki direct their slightly annoyed attention to the throuple. 

“Ugh, fine.” Shinsou huffs, though neither he nor Kaminari actually stops their movements. “Kaminari suggested it as a joke, but I decided to ask what the others thought and they all agreed if you were okay with it, but what would you say to me brainwashing the class and ordering them to fuck you to their limit? A safeword will also cue me to deactivate my quirk, but we heard some of what Iida was saying and thought we should ask.”

Monoma can’t help but cackle at the look on Midoriya’s face as his blush spreads down his back and he lets out a strangled squeak. “He only accepts word, doll!”

Midoriya whines, looking over to Todoroki who has a completely ravenous look in his eyes even as he shrugs. “Sounds hot, but up to you.” Which does not help the heat radiating from his freckled face. 

When he takes too long to anser, Shinsou starts slowing down and he whines.

“Just need a yes or no and I continue either way,” Shinsou assures him.

Midoriya pouts but ultimately mumbles out an answer. “Please?”

“What was that?” Shinsou hums with a smirk the other can't see. He heard him, he’s just being an ass. 

“Ugh! Yes! Fuck that sounds hot!” Midoriya huffs, hiding his face in Monoma’s stomach and whimpering when he’s pulled out of hiding by a manicured hand in his curls. 

“Now was that so hard?” Monoma smirks, sliding back in. 

Whatever Midoriya’s pouty little face was going to say is quickly cut off by the three speeding back up and bringing him back to a moaning mess. 

“Like you can talk.” Shinsou chuckles, looking over to where Sero probably has his tongue halfway down Todoroki’s throat. “Mind texting the chat?”

Sero breaks away for a second to start trailing kisses down Todoroki’s pale neck. “Gotcha.” He assures, fiddling with his phone without even looking at it.

Shinsou scrunches his face, wondering how many times he’s texted the other and he had his head between someone’s legs. He quickly shakes his head, deciding he doesn’t want to know. 

Not long after, Monoma moans loudly, not lasting long in the greenette’s throat before he’s cumming hard before slipping out and realizing Midoriya managed to swallow every drop. “Not bad A class.” He manages to chuckle as he brushes aside sweat-damp hair, and moves to join his boyfriends on the other side. 

Midoriya chuckles, sticking his tongue out before squirming a bit and almost screaming when Kaminari swallows around him. How he didn’t notice the darker blonde was only cockwarming him until now he doesn’t know, but that changes very quickly when Kaminari actually starts trying to make him cum. 

“Ngnn~! Fuck~ Kaminari! Ahh~!” Midoriya cries out, squirming and groaning in frustration when Shinsou’s strong hands on his hips won’t let him thrust into the warm, wet heat.

“Nuh-uh-uh~” Shinsou smirks, finally getting some good friction now that Midoriya is getting close. “Just stay there and take what you’re given until I cum.” 

Midoriya whines, but does what he’s told even if his hips jerk every now and again and he’s sure he almost starts crying when Kaminari starts playing with his balls. “Ahh~ No~! Please! So close!”

“That’s it, Midoriya.” Shinsou hums, grinding his dick against the smaller’s prostate and groaning when he squeezed around him. “Cum whenever you’re ready. Denks can take it.”

Kaminari moans happily as though to prove Shinsou’s point and that seems to be all Midoriya can take. No sooner is Shinsou giving him permission than his vision is whiting out and his body is pulling taught as he cums hard down Kaminari’s throat.

As he’s trying to blink his vision back into focus, he hears Shinsou curse before another spray of warmth paints his insides and he giggles about thinking it was good that the other was able to cum despite how loose he is now. 

Soon he hears footsteps and, despite knowing that he can’t see around the wall, still cranes to try and see only to get the beautiful view of his boyfriend whimpering on Sero’s cock as the lanky man growls something to him in Spanish while he thrusts up into him. He gets to watch how Todoroki’s eyelashes flutter with tears and his legs shake and spasm in Sero’s arms as they hold the long legs open. Todoroki isn’t small by any means so there’s something about watching his cock bob uselessly against his belly as his hands are probably taped behind his back and all he can do is take it, and trust that Sero will tip him over the edge that is so mind-numbingly beautiful that Midoriya has to check that he isn’t drooling. 

They’re putting on such a show, that Midoriya honestly forgets others had come into the room until pink hair enters his vision and suddenly the ‘wall’ is moving until his face is hanging lower than his ass and he feels his ankles moved, and cuffed above him so he’s on full display while gravity does it’s best to keep everything in him. He’s confused for a second until he hears Shinsou ask a question and someone’s cut-off answer before he remembers what he agreed to and he flames scarlet as acrylics dig into his ass and he tries to deduce if it’s Mina or Camie.

This train of thought is quickly pushed from his mind with the first hard thrusts, however, that makes him scream, and he doesn’t get time to collect a thought for a while after. By the time the last person snaps out of it, unable to cum anymore, Midoriya can’t possibly hold any more. His hole is now gaping and sloppy, consistently oozing a mixture of cum and whatever Mina produces that only flows more anytime his hips twitch. He’s long since lost the ability to even whimper, having screamed himself hoarse already and he’s now positive he won’t be able to cum for the next month as he started cumming dry an hour ago when Kaminari’s cock kept zapping his prostate with every grind, and his cock now just lays uselessly against his heavily bloated stomach. 

He looks right and properly fucked, but all he can do is give a sleepy smile when Todoroki comes over to him on shaky legs, Sero's cum dripping out of his own ass as he leans down to kiss him. 

“You feeling okay?” Todorki croaks, having gotten his own throat fucked by what he found out was a pierced cock. 

“Mhmm~” Midoriya hums, nodding as he nuzzles into his boyfriend’s cool hand on his face.

“Ready for the self-appointed “aftercare squad”?” he asks next with a tired smile.

Another nod and Midoriya feels the innertube of the contraption deflate and the six large hands of Shouji pull him out and into a warm hug. He had been curious to try as well, but Tokoyami was a bit more territorial than the others due to his bird traits and Shouji respected that so volunteered for cuddle time instead. This, Tokoyami was apparently okay with as he was already waiting in the arm nest to hold him close to him and Dark Shadow.

If Midoriya were a bit more there, he probably would have questioned if Shouji had another growth spurt what with both of them being able to fit in there, but as he was, the arm nest was warm and he was giggling as he sees Koda angrily signing something to their very embarrassed classmates. He doesn’t get to piece it together, however, as he, Todoroki, and Sero are led away to the baths to soak and get cleaned up a bit before Sato is waiting for them in Tokoyami’snestroom with snacks and water.

‘Overall,’ Midoriya thinks to himself as he snuggles closer to Todoroki’s left side, ‘ten out of ten would do again.’

#dekubowl #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #smut #demisexual bakugou #tododeku #bnha todoroki #todoroki shouto #deku #bnha deku #quirkplay #todoroki x deku #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #todoroki x midoriya #bakudeku #bakugou x izuku #kiribakudeku #kirishima x bakugou x deku #mha aoyama #yuga aoyama #aoyama x deku #hatsume mei #hatsume x deku

[yourlunarspice]

Reconnections

Shinkami Month: Day 2 - Pro Heroes, First Date. Quirkplay

Hitoshi shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked out of work.

It was his birthday, but he had gone to great lengths to ensure that nobody knew about it.

It was just another day; he didn't like being the center of attention.

It was a hot day out - so hot that the drizzle seemed to evaporate as soon as it hit the sidewalk, making a light mist - but Hitoshi was so tired that he didn't mind.

He was so tired, in fact, that he didn't even register a certain electric blond standing in front of him, calling his name.

@shinkami-events

Tags

Shinsou Hitoshi-centric

Aged-Up Characters

Hitoshi Shinsou never got into the Hero Course

Smark Denki Kaminari

Fluff

Alcohol

I spent way too long trying to find cocktails for these guys

But they fit so well

First Dates

First Kiss

#shinkamimonth2022 #my writing #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #shinkami #kamishin

[sero-pairo]

Quirk Play

by your_narratress

Kinktober Prompt for Week #2: Quirk Play

Denki is usually the submissive one in the relationship. Today, he wants to surprise his boyfriend with a different side of himself.

Words: 1970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Kinktober 2022

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Quirks (My Hero Academia), quirkplay, Self Prompt, Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Kinks, Switching, Safewords, Kinky, BDSM

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42394869

#Kamisero #serokami #kaminari denki #sero hanta #kaminari x sero #sero x kaminari #ao3 feed #bnha #mh

[mothwithteeth]

Shocking Encounters

I got the sweetest request to take another virginity, and I can’t resist that! So here we are with another one!

Pairing: virgin!Kaminari Denki x experienced!reader

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, fluffy friendly mostly casual sex, quirkplay

Word count: 2.4k

Hanging out with Denki in your apartment is pretty much a guarantee for disaster. Last time, you were damn close to getting arrested for indecent exposure thanks to your inability to back down from a dare. This time, though, seems pretty chill. You’re both sitting upside down on your couch, watching the 3rd Barbie movie in a row: Princess and the Pauper. “This one is the best, hands down,” you tell him after singing along to yet another musical number. He nods in agreement, but doesn’t say anything, which is odd. You look over to him, but he seems lost in thought; a rarity for him. 

You sit up on the couch, nearly falling over from the sudden headrush. As soon as you recover you lean over him to look him in the eye. “Whatcha thinking about?” you ask him, one arm on either side of his shoulders, but knees together on the cushion. 

“Bakugou was bragging earlier,” he doesn’t even look away from the screen.

“What else is new?” It’s not like that isn’t extremely common. 

“Exactly. Don’t worry about it,” he tells you flatly. You’re going to get to the bottom of this one way or another. 

“Tell me!” you dramatically flop onto his chest, nearly sending the both of you tumbling to the floor. Denki lets out a puff of air as you land on him. 

“He lost his v-card,” he huffs.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” 

“I know right! I’m the only virgin in the group now! How is that fair?” he whines. There’s the Denki you know and love. 

Thinking very briefly about the situation, you sit back cross-legged and help him sit up to. You stay facing him, sitting sideways on the couch with your hands on your ankles. “Do you want to, like, change that?”

“Obviously! I can’t just ask some random girl to fuck, though.” 

“What if a girl asked you?” you ask, hoping he’ll catch on. He won’t, but you really hope you can maintain some kind of decorum in your offer. 

“That’d be different, but I’m not exactly drowning in offers, (Y/N),” he sighs, leaning his head against the back of the couch. 

“I mean, I’m pretty bored. I could help you out. If you wanted, I mean.” You’re not exactly embarrassed to offer, but you also don’t want to freak him out by being too direct or forceful. He looks at you sharply, waiting for the punchline. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, if you want to. I understand if you want to wait for someone more special or whatever, but if you just want to lose your virginity, I’m down.” You can practically hear the sound of the hamster falling off the wheel in his head. He’s just kind of staring at you, jaw slack. “Denki, Earth to Denki,” you nudge his shoulder. “Is that a yes?” He nods dumbly. Great, you broke him. This might be why he hasn’t been able to lose his virginity. This, or his occasional gross tendencies. Either way, that’s not going to be an issue after today. Well, his virginity won’t be, anyway. 

Before you can rethink your decision, you stand up, taking Denki by the hand to lead him to your bedroom. You like your couch, and you really don’t want to have to wash cum stains out of it today. At least your sheets can just get tossed directly into the wash. He follows obediently, still not saying anything. You sit him on the edge of your bed, standing in front of him. “Are you sure you want this?” you ask softly. 

“I- yeah, please, (Y/N),” he answers finally. “Unless, I mean, you don’t want to. I totally understand, by the way, so no sweat if you don’t want to-”

“Hey, hey, hey, dude. You’re fine. I’m a hundred percent okay with this. I just don’t want you to regret losing your virginity, well, like this. You know, just a casual thing.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I want this. I want-” Denki stops himself short. “I want this,” he says again. 

“Cool. I got tested a couple weeks ago, and I’m STI free, but if you want to use a condom, I understand. I have an IUD so like… pregnancy isn’t a concern. But I have condoms if you’d be more comfortable using one,” you explain, trying to keep yourself from getting awkward about it. 

“You- You’d be okay if I didn’t use a condom?” he asks like he’s won the fucking lottery. 

“Am I going to regret this decision?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Wait wait wait no! Please, (Y/N)!” His begging sends a thrill through you. You are going to wreck this man. 

“Alright, alright. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” You give him one more chance to back out, but he agrees eagerly. 

You straddle Denki’s lap, and his excitement is palpable in the hardness that presses into your groin. His hands rise to your waist, immediately trying to get under your shirt. “Eager, aren’t you?” you tease, nipping at his jaw.

“You have no idea,” he answers more sincerely than you were expecting. To cover your surprise, you sit up to take off your shirt, revealing a plain black bra. You weren’t expecting to get laid. You’re just grateful you’ve shaved in recent memory. You’re pretty sure Denki wouldn’t care either way, which is pretty easily confirmed when you catch the absolutely starstruck look on his face. You resist every urge to cover up as you unhook your bra. As you toss it away from yourself, you hear a low whine. Oh, right. He didn’t know about- “You have nipple piercings,” he says nearly under his breath, hands coming up to touch them. You don’t say anything, just let him get his curiosity out of his system. He tugs on one of the barbells, drawing a gasp from you. He looks up sharply, terrified that he hurt you, but your lidded gaze encourages him further. Enough so that he leans forward to take your other nipple in his mouth, teeth closing gently on it. You curse under your breath and lace your fingers in his hair. 

As much as you might like to, you can’t let Denki play with your tits forever. Well, you could, but then he’d still be a virgin, and you told him you’d help him with that. When you can feel little static shocks on your nipples, that’s a good hint to stop him. You don’t think he’s even aware of it. You tug at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. He whines, not wanting to be diverted, but you just tug more insistently. 

Once you manage to get his shirt over his head, you stand up and try to nudge him back. He looks confused and a little worried, like he may have done something wrong, but you give him a sweet smile of reassurance. “Let me take care of you. I got this,” you tell him in what you hope is at least a little more sexy than casual tone. Denki leans up against your pillows and headboard, watching you expectantly. You expected him to be more touchy, not that you had ever considered this before. Never. But if you had you would have expected him to be pushier or something. Having him be this obedient though? You have to admit it’s a hell of a turn on. 

You wiggle out of your jeans before getting back on the bed to straddle his lap again, leaning over to gently kiss him. “You’re certain you want this?” you ask one more time. You don’t want to seem hesitant, but you also don’t want him to regret losing his virginity in a casual hookup. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he fucking whimpers at you, and you can’t possibly resist the sweetness of the request. 

“Just relax, then, alright?” you murmur into his ear, delighting in the shiver that you can feel run through him. He nods, eyes already foggy with desire. “Good boy,” you kiss him again before crawling back to relieve him of his pants and boxers. You really want to take the time to suck him off. He has a surprisingly pretty cock. But not today. You kiss his hip, “Some other time, yeah?” you tease. Denki bucks his hips up and whines in agreement. You could probably say just about anything right now, and he’d agree. Good luck not letting that power go to your head. 

You finally manage to slip off your panties and straddle his lap one more time. You drag your cunt along the length of his shaft, getting him slicked up to finally fuck you. Hovering over him, you line yourself up to sink down on him. “Ready, baby?” you ask sweetly, feeling his cock throb in your hand from the tone of your voice. 

“Y-yeah, god, please,” Denki barely manages to speak through the clench of his jaw. He really looks perfect right now. There’s a thrill that comes with taking his virginity that you can’t quite explain, but it drives you to take that last step and lower yourself onto him, slowly slipping down until your hips are settles flush against his. 

Once you’re settled, Denki grips your hips nearly hard enough to bruise, but you won’t begrudge him that. It’s got to be intense for him. Not to brag or anything, but you have it from pretty reliable sources that you’re a damn good lay. He starts to grind up into you, but doesn’t try to move you. “You’re doing so good,” you croon as you start to lift yourself up on his cock. His fingertips dig in as he whines. Does he really think that you’re done? That’s cute. You sink back down on him, a bit faster this time, and his grip loosens just a little bit. You roll your hips against his to hear him groan for you, and he does groan, a high needy sound that you want to hear him make over and over. You start up an easy pace to ride him. He feels amazing inside you. He’s not the biggest or thickest you’ve had, but he curves just so and the friction is beyond belief. As cheesy as it sounds, it feels like he was made for you. 

As you get more into riding Denki, you slide your hand down to your clit. You don’t anticipate him lasting much longer, and you’d like to get off too, if you can. Your other hand rests just next to his head as you roll your hips against his. He looks up at you on occasion, but for the most part his eyes are either screwed shut against the onslaught of pleasure or focused on where your bodies meet, even moreso with your fingers teasing at you. He’d help you, he swears, but he doesn’t think he could let go of your hips if he fucking tried right now. You’re so hot and tight and wet and nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your cunt massaging him as you slide against him. Good god, he’s seen more than his fair share of porn, but nothing could compare to the simple view of your body moving against his. You’re so pliant and soft under his fingers, and he isn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. 

You get yourself pretty close to cumming by the time Denki approaches his limit, but when you lean in for another kiss, sighing against his lips in bliss, he can’t hold back anymore. His hips strain upwards, burying himself in you as his orgasm overtakes him. He loses control as he fills you up, and electricity surges into you more strongly than you’ve ever felt. It’s enough to lock your muscles, freezing you in place as you clamp harshly against his cock. He keens and you match him with a drawn out moan; high and desperate. You didn’t anticipate this kind of a shock, and you can’t even move to escape it. You’re not sure what happens first, your orgasm or the shock, but they overlap in the most earth shattering way, and you honest to god black out for a second from the intensity. If you weren’t so overwhelmed by how incredible you feel, you might be worried that you’re stroking out, but honestly, if you have to die, it might as well be during the most intense orgasm of your entire life. 

When Denki lets up on the current after seconds that feel like millenia, you flop forward onto him bonelessly, panting for breath. “Shit, I am so fucking sorry. I didn’t know that that was going to happen. Are you okay? Oh, god, I am so sor-”

You cut him off as you gather your scrambled thoughts enough to string together a coherent sentence.  “Holy shit, as soon as I can feel my legs, we’re doing that again.” You rub your face into his neck, still trying to catch your breath. It’s the only thing you can think of to reassure him at this point. Complex thought is beyond you after cumming like that. 

Laughing with more than a hint of nervousness, Denki wraps his arms around you. “You’re insane, you know that?” He drops his head back against your pillows, still laughing. Everything about this is amazing, and he can’t believe he managed to get this lucky. 

The two of you lay there for a bit, just catching your breath and relaxing before Denki speaks again. “Hey, (Y/N)?” You let out a noise of acknowledgement. “I think I love you,” he tells you matter of factly. 

“You’re just saying that because I made you cum like that,” you snort. 

“No, I think I mean it.” He’s sincere. 

“Well that’s good because I’ve never cum like that in my life and I’ll die if you don’t do it again.” You press your face into his chest to hide your blush. God, you’re so bad at feelings. He chuckles at your response, but doesn’t say anything else. A moment of silence passes before you feel the need to say one more thing. “Yeah, I think I love you too.” you let out a disbelieving huff of laughter at your own confession. This is. Not where you saw your day going, but that’s okay. It’s pretty fucking nice anyway.

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Summary:

As usual, Bakugou doesn't know when to stop and is nearing his limit. Kirishima has an idea to relieve some stress.

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Cum Swapping, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Partner Swapping, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Hate Sex, Subspace, Underage Drinking, Aftercare, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Rimming, Spanking, Kinktober 2021

Notes:

This will be the closest to BakuDeku I write btw because it hits way too close to a previous relationship of mine that left both of us messed up but will do my best to keep that out of this. This note is just so no one requests the ship.

“What the fuck are the nerd and Icy Hot doing in my room?” Bakugou growls, glaring at his grinning redhead flopped across his bed.

“Hello to you too, Kacchan.” Midoriya snickers from Todoroki’s lap on the blonde’s desk chair.

“Fuck off! Eijirou?!” Bakugou snarls, wanting answers now. They were wrapping up the year, and the blonde still hadn’t learned his limits so was one ill-placed back-talk away from reverting back to early first year and exploding someone. He just wanted to come back to his room and cuddle with his shark-toothed idiot, but instead, his two biggest rivals were occupying his desk chair looking way too smug to do anything but piss him off more.

He breathes before his palms can start crackling.

“Calm down, Bakubabe.” Kirishima smiles fondly. “They’re here for you, or rather to talk to you. Remember last month when Mina and Denki snuck booze in and you ended confessing a bunch of stuff when we got back to my room?”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, gears obviously turning before it seems to click and his ears go red as he pointedly avoids looking at Midoriya. “What about it?”

“Well, you’ve been working yourself half to death as usual and both of us can tell you’re about to go off the deep end so I thought you would benefit letting off some steam,” Kirishima explains as he coaxes his angry blonde to sit next to him, holding him close when he does. 

Bakugou does not cuddle closer when fingers start running through his hair. 

“What do they have to do with that?” The blonde huffs.

Kirishima’s grin turns wicked. “Your one-sided childhood crush wasn’t so one-sided. Thought maybe we could both take you apart, and help you relax?”

Bakugou’s head shoots up so fast he narrowly misses smacking into the redhead’s chin as he stares at him wide-eyed and blushing. “You fucking told him?!”

“Bakubabe, Midobro told everyone during truth or dar- You were in the bathroom,” Kirishima remembers. “Well, I can promise I wouldn’t have said shit to anyone unless I was sure.”

Bakugou pouts at him before huffing. “Whatever.” He glares at the bi-colored boy behind his childhood friend. “What’s he doing here then?”

“Izu is my boyfriend. I think I should be in the conversation even if I won’t be in the bed.” Todoroki speaks up from where his chin is resting on the greenette’s shoulder. “I’m completely okay with all of this by the way. My only condition is that I get to watch. Izu almost exclusively bottoms and is really soft as a top.” A smirk. “The amount of tension between you two though? I wanna see what my baby looks like when he goes feral.”

“Sho!” Midoriya scolds, freckles standing out against his red face. “He didn’t need to know that! No way is he gonna let me top now!” The shorter boy pouts.

Bakugou, meanwhile, is a similar shade to his boyfriend’s hair as he takes in what the taller boy says and his mind goes wild from there. The other three in the room turn back to him when he lets out a strangled groan. 

“Bakubabe?” Kirishima questions, trying to get a look at the blonde’s face and smirking when he sees the look in his eyes. “You like that idea don’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou huffs, glaring at the smirking fire and ice user and his wide-eyed childhood friend. “...I’m not against it, but boundaries need set first.”

“Really, Kacchan?!” Midoriya grins. “You’re really okay with it?!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Ei is right. I’m stressed as fuck and could do with giving up some control. Boundaries first though.”

“No, of course! I assume you still have your notebook?” The greenette is practically vibrating with glee. 

The blonde flushes at being exposed, but gestures for Kirishima to fish it out of the drawer. “Yeah, I still got it.” He grumbles, tossing it to the nerd. “...I guess Icy-Hot can look too since he’ll technically still be involved.”

“So you’re okay with me watching then?” Todoroki asks as he ends up being the one to catch the book when Deku fumbles it and opens it curiously. Heterochromatic eyes widen when he realizes what he’s holding and stares at Bakugou in shock. “Is this a book of kinks?”

Bakugou flushes darker but nods in answer to both questions with a mumbled yeah as Kirishima grins proudly. “It’s made communication so much easier when bringing things up. I have my own list now, too.”

Todoroki seems to be in shock as Midoriya is now reading the open pages. 

“Are those plans for an Endeavor cuckolding fic?” The greenette asks, immediately snapping his boyfriend back to the present. 

“A WHAT?!” He yells, reading closer. “Endeavor gets exposed-already invested...Jeanist shows him how to-. Why are you writing porn about my dad?! ...Send it to me so I can return some of the trauma.” He mumbles, now invested in looking through the pages. “I assume the highlighters are the stoplight system?”

Bakugou nods, fiddling on his phone until Todoroki’s dings. “Yup. Shows what I like, am okay with, or curious about, and will not do under any circumstances. Sent.”

“Thank you. I will make sure to not read it first. You’re not okay with someone fucking Kirishima without you then?” Todoroki hums as he notices the kink is red.

“Mine.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Fair enough.” The taller shrugs, turning the page. Midoriya is already reading half the book ahead, lifting the pages to see. 

“I knew you were lying when you said you were fine after the slime quirk!” Deku cries out when Todoroki flips to Bondage. 

“...No wonder you were feral during the sports festival. I’m sorry I judged you.” Todoroki frowns.

Bakugou just shrugs as Kirishima holds him closer. “I’m okay with some of it. It just requires a lot more preparation and boundaries.” He grumbles, surprising himself with how comfortable he is sharing this stuff.

The other two furrowed their brows but chose not to ask right now. 

They went on reading, piping up when something piqued their interest. 

“So praise and degradation?” Todoroki asks. “Am I allowed to talk then or would you prefer I stay quiet?”

Bakugou blinks, even more, surprised at how considerate the other is being before thinking about his question. “I never thought I’d be in this situation so I don’t know.  I don’t know you well enough to have feelings for you, but your monotone is kind of relaxing… I’ll tell you if it’s making things weird. As I said your voice is relaxing so if you want to help with aftercare, I should be okay with that.” 

“Relaxing.” Todoroki hums. “I will probably stick to praise if I feel the need to speak at all. I don’t know what Izu will be like so for all we know a balance might be needed.” He shrugs.

“I seriously don’t know why you’re so insistent that I’ll go feral.” Deku pouts. “I don’t go feral.”

Everyone in the room stares at him stone-faced. “What?!”

“Muscular,” Kirishima speaks up.

“Moonfish,” Bakugou adds.

“Literally tried to help Iida murder Stain.” Todoroki hums. 

“Rescuing me at Kamino.” Bakugou.

“Once Eri decided to help, Overhaul stood no chance.” Kirishima laughs.

“Me during the sports festival.” 

“What about-”

“Okay! I get it! I’ve gone feral before!” Midoriya isn’t even trying to hide his pout as the other laugh at him. “No cuddles for you.” He glares over his shoulder as he wiggles out of his boyfriend’s hold, earning a pained whine. “And you.” He points at Bakugou. “Better be ready to not walk.” 

Bakugou turns scarlet and his palms crackle. “I’d like to see you try, Shitty Nerd.”

Something passes through Midoriya’s eyes, and Bakugou shivers when he realizes the hole he’s dug and he can’t wait. 

“Challenge accepted.” The greenette smirks. “Friday after exams?” 

“Sounds good to me.” Kirishima grins as Bakugou nods, refusing to speak out of embarrassment of what sound might leave. 

“Works for me. Can tell father to get fucked...I hate that sentence after what I was just exposed to.” Todoroki sighs. “Not that my input is as important, but I really want to watch.”

“Awesome! Gives us a few days to think and talk more!” Midoriya grins, back to being a ball of sunshine, before smirking as he looks Bakugou in the eye. “Can’t wait.”

Midoriya pulls Todoroki after him as he leaves the room, door clicking behind them before Bakugou finally lets the strangled noise leave his throat.

“Are you trying to kill me, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou yells, flopping back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to scream into.

All Kirishima could do was laugh as he pulled Bakugou into a cuddle. “Come on, let’s relax before you subject me to studying hell.”

“You better not fucking think cuddles will get you out of it either! We finally got you into the top 10 and I’ll be damned if you drop out of it!” Bakugou snarls, even as he sinks into the redhead’s hold. 

“I know, I know.” The redhead chuckles. “But cuddles now, JSL later.” 

Bakugou puts up no further complaints.

~~~

“So he’s definitely goading us, right?” Midoriya asks the day before everything is supposed to happen.

All week, Bakugou had been bordering between being a complete brat and peak seduction, and Midoriya just wanted to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind for no reason. 

“He gets like that whenever he wants to frustrate me so I’ll destroy him so yeah definitely, Midobro” Kirishima smirks as he takes a gear off his shoulder. 

“How do you not have a constant boner?!” The greenette gapes quietly. “He’s even being nice to Sho and I think I caught them play flirting which is not a sight I thought would be so hot, and yet I had the urge to drag Sho away by his tie and have him tease me like that.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shoot up as he let out a shocked laugh. “I haven’t seen that yet, but then again he’s been thinking about this since you were preteens so chances are you’re being tortured so you’ll return the favor. ...confirm that of course, but that’s my guess.”

Midoriya groans into his mouthguard. “You two might have to make do with Sho. I might die before tomorrow.” 

The redhead could only laugh at the greenette’s suffering. “It’s one more day. He’s not going to let you die before he gets the chance to test your strength quirk.”

It’s at this exact moment that Bakugou chooses to walk past in nothing but his jockstrap, and Deku suddenly looks like he’s ready for Christmas with how fast his face flushes red, a strangled squeak leaving his lips.

He doesn’t miss the smirk that decorates the blonde’s, nor the heated look thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s on, Kacchan.” He smirks before turning back to the redhead. “It’s odd how feral he is being on the Ace-spectrum.”

Kirishima just blinks. “I thought for sure you’d already have notes upon notes about that sort of stuff already. I mean I have no room to talk because I had the same idea at the start, but bro, you’re the research nerd.”

Midoriya raises a brow while trying to figure out if he should feel insulted or not. “...Explain?”

“I thought the same way when we first got together and was tiptoeing around everything related to sex because I was terrified of making him uncomfortable and him leaving. That’s honestly the main reason I’m so grateful you two are so similar in your detailed notes and fanboy natures because he eventually got pissed at my ‘pussy footing’ as he called it, and just gave me what is basically a kink dictionary. Hell, Urban Dictionary would probably cry if they saw the level of detail in that thing. He eventually made another notebook on sexuality for me because I had a million questions that, despite writing porn, he was too embarrassed to answer.” Kirishima rambles as he starts getting back into his uniform. “Like, bro, you yourself just called it a spectrum and that’s exactly what it is. Some demis may be just as uninterested in sex as ace people, while others just need a strong foundation of trust before they’ll even entertain the idea. Then you have BakuBabe who’s the second one except he got his foundation and took off running.” He finishes, getting his tie in place.

Midoriya blinks, before looking thoughtful as he stands there in his boxers. “That makes sense. We were at war when he came out so I guess I just never got around to researching.” He nods resolutely before grinning. “Thanks, Kirishima.”

“No problem.” Kirishima gives a toothy smile. “Now go get your boyfriend off of mine. I know damn well mine started it, but I have no clue why yours is entertaining it.”

He laughs as Midoriya whips around to see the smirking duo with Todoroki having Bakugou crowded against the locker. “You’re not the only one who has a little shit for a boyfriend,” Deku grumbles as he goes to drag the two-toned boy away. “Why are you like this?”

“Is it riling you up?” Todoroki asks bluntly as he’s dragged to the toilets.

“I’m not answering something you know the answer to!” The greenette squeaks, choosing to ignore the smirk decorating his boyfriend’s face.

Kirishima and Bakugou meanwhile are cackling at the two. 

“Why you gotta taunt him, Bakubabe?” Kirishima snickers.

“You know exactly why, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou laughs.

“Menace. Absolute menace.” 

~~~

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Bakugou yells, stretching his arm behind his head as he and Kirishima entered the dorms after they were finally released for the year. They all had the weekend to relax before their spring break officially starts, but most were already heading out the doors. 

“I never want to see a math equation ever again.” Kirishima groans, hanging deflated against Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Tch, it wasn’t that bad, drama king.” Bakugou tsks, opening the elevator doors.

“Easy for you to say,” Kirishima grumbles. “You’re stupidly smart.” 

“I just work instead of complAi- AH!” 

Bakugou’s banter was cut off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, and Midoriya is standing there to slam him against the wall next to it. Todoroki is smirking behind him, obviously ready for the show. 

“You, Kacchan, are a fucking ass.” Midoriya snarls, obviously frustrated. 

Kirishima watches as the red of Bakugou’s eyes are swallowed by black even as he’s grinning like a maniac. “Fuck, Deku. I knew you were dumb, but it took you this long to figure that out?” he wasn’t done taunting the boy apparently.

“Big talk from a brat that’s been begging to be fucked stupid all week.” The normally shy boy growls and shit even Kirishima has to admit that is hot as he looks at Todoroki in shock.

The dual-quirk wielder seems to agree. 

“HUH?! As if! I bet I won’t even be able to feel it, damn nerd!” Bakugou sneers. Ah, so he chose violence today.

“The only thing you won’t be feeling is your legs when I’m done with you. Finally make you scream my name for something other than jealousy for once, hm?”

“Ha! Who would ever be jealous of a weakling like you?!” 

As they continue yelling sexual tension-laced insults at each other, Kirishima inches over to a very enthralled Todoroki. “I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually going to be able to get in there or if they’re just going to start clawing at each other before we even make it back to BakuBabe’s room.”

“I have no clue, but I’m going to need to ask Bakugou for some tips on how to get Izu like that,” Todoroki answers, not once taking his eyes off the two who have now started attacking each others' mouths. “Because that is really, really hot.”

Kirishima was used to aggressive blonde by now and knew his methods of getting attention without directly asking so nodded his head in understanding. "This happens at least once a month for me… though with a lot fewer insults obviously."

“I am rather relieved they’re not armed. I think they would have killed each other by now.”

“Don’t give them ideas- hey guys! We’re still in the hallway! Maybe get inside, first!” Kirishima panics when he hears a whine from Bakugou and notices Midoriya’s hand moving suspiciously.

All he gets in response is a groan, and he sighs. “Todoroki? Mind giving me a hand? ...Todoroki!”

Todoroki shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in and nods. “Yeah… let’s get them moved inside.”

The boys move closer and there is a brief scuffle trying to separate them, but eventually, they manage to separate them and drag them into Bakugou’s room. Bakugou clung to Kirishima as he was carried, kissing and sucking and biting along the redhead’s neck to provoke him. After the show they received, it was definitely working and it seemed Todoroki was getting a similar treatment as the two fought to dominate a kiss. 

As soon as the door was closed, Kirishima threw his blonde on the bed and crowded him against the pillows. 

"Fucking hell, Kat. Just how hard have you been pushing yourself to be this damn desperate to be fucked stupid?” Kirishima near growls as he looms over the squirming blonde.

“Just shut up and fuck me, idiots.” Bakugou snarls in response before pulling Kirishima down to devour each other. 

There’s the sound of wood breaking when Bakuogou insults them before the blonde lets out a strangled whine and almost bucks Kirishima off of him as his back arches. 

Kirishima looks down the blonde’s body to find a pissed-off Izuku had taken Bakugou down his throat in one go and was going at it like he was trying to suck the blonde’s soul out of his body and succeeding based on Bakugou’s reactions.

Izuku finally backed off with a pop as he glared up at Bakugou, still stroking the blonde’s length. “Do you really think you’re in any position to be throwing around insults when you’ve been acting desperate for our cocks all week? When I can finally put that mouth to better use than being a little bitch?”

Red eyes glare into green as Bakugou tries to hold in his sounds. “Fuck. You. Deku-Ahh!”

Bakugou hadn’t noticed Midoriya had gotten a hold of lube and now realizes the wood breaking noise was probably his nightstand but doesn’t have time to be mad as the greenette wiggles a finger inside him and draws a whine out of him.

“No, I think that will be the other way around,” Midoriya smirks as he draws his finger in and out, chuckling when he seems to brush the blonde’s prostate and draw out a grasp.

Bakugou snarls but is squirming for more friction. He whines again when Kirishima apparently gets bored of watching and starts devouring the blonde’s mouth and his fingers play with his nipples. 

He cries out again when Midoriya once again takes him whole at the same time he adds a finger. Kirishima takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in the blonde’s mouth and swallow any further sound.

Kirishima’s quirk ripples down his back as Bakugou claws at him while trying to buck into Midoriya’s mouth and groaning when his hips are held down. 

"Dammit! Move, Shitty Deku!" Bakugou snaps, choking on a moan when the only response he gets is another finger added and crying out when Kirishima moves down to start biting and sucking at his neck. 

Kirishima smirks as he bites a particular spot by the blonde's ear and he arches in a way that positions the next thrust of Midoriya’s fingers on his prostate making him moan loudly now. 

Midoriya pauses for a moment before it clicks what just happened and he smirks. "There it is, Kacchan." 

The blonde just groans, already knowing what's about to happen, but still can't stop his sounds as the greenette begins abusing that spot; massaging it with every pass and making the other's knees feel like jelly.

Bakugou squirms, trying to get any of the friction he needs but the nerd and his stupid observation skills seem to have already figured out just how to make the stimulation too much but not enough to give him any release. 

He decides to switch targets when Kirishima made his way down to the blonde's chest and pulls on red-dyed locks. He cries out when this causes a particularly rough bite to his left pec and the redhead attacks his mouth once more. 

There's a surprised whine to accompany his annoyed groan, but he's only annoyed for a second as he realizes the hair-pulling had the desired effect and Kirishima has pulled Deku's mouth off the blonde's cock by green curls. 

Bakugou has to wonder for a moment just what Todoroki and Deku have been doing because the pulling of the greenette’s hair caused the exact opposite effect. Gone was the cocky fierceness as he stared at the others with his pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, and his tongue lolled out, small pleading noises leaving his throat. 

The other two glance at an obviously painfully turned-on Todoroki in amusement.  

"Uh, I think we broke him, Todorbro?" Kirishima snickers. 

"Yeah, I've trained him well. Let go of his hair and probably get them bickering again." Todoroki smirks, trying to be sneaky about palming himself through his pants. 

"Just jerk off normally if you're gonna sit there and watch, dumbass!" Bakugou snapped at the heterochromatic boy sitting backward on his desk chair. 

Kirishima meanwhile had let go of green curls and was kissing some sense back into the other boy. He regained some of his bearings just in time to hear the insult thrown at his boyfriend and was quick to jump to his defense, smacking the blonde's ass with a glare. 

"None of that, fucking brat," Midoriya growls, smirking when Bakugou yelps and whines needily. "We are not shit-talking my already emotionally scarred boyfriend."

"Bakubabe, no. I know what you're thinking, and it’s too far." Kirishima sighs, seeing the smirk trying to form on the blonde's face. 

"Physically scarred, too." Todoroki chimes in, making Bakugou cackle and the other two groan. 

"Read my damn mind, Icy-Hot!" Bakugou snickers.

"My brother suggested using humor for the trauma. 'Laugh away the pain or at the very least at the horror on others' faces.'" The two-toned boy shrugged, a smirk of his own twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Sho, no." Izuku sighs. "Please stop listening to the villain." 

"That one was Natsuo, actually." 

Bakugo burst out laughing again at the frustrated groan this drags from the greenette, but yelps when this earns him another slap on the ass. "Dammit, Deku!" 

This just earns him a glare, but nothing more which just frustrates the blonde more. 

He looks to Kirishima for any kind of help, but the redhead just looks amused. 

‘Fucker.’ Bakugou glares, thinking for a second before smirking. “Are you gonna fucking do something you damn nerd or should we switch out for your boyfriend there?” He grins.

Midoriya glares down at the brat. “Kirishima? He’s your brat, do you want front or back?” 

Kirishima laughs at Midoriya falling right into the blonde’s hands but pretends to think about it. “I mean, I think you’ve been wanting to shut him up for a while now.” 

Izuku smirks in return. “Oh, you have no idea.” He chuckles darkly, grabbing Bakugou’s chin. “Gonna make him choke on it.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you trY! Ah~! Fucking cheater!” The blonde moans as the greenette starts stroking him again to silence him.

“Yup.” Izuku hums smugly before his arms flex and he flips the blonde onto his stomach before pulling his hips and bringing him up to his knees. 

Bakugou attempts to choke down his moan at being manhandled, not wanting to give his rival the satisfaction as the Christmas-haired duo move around him; Kirishima moving behind him and Izuku in front of him. He doesn’t have as much luck with the next sound as Kirishima apparently decides to lean down and lick at the access lube leaking from his ass and wiggle his tongue inside causing the blonde to cry out. 

Izuku takes advantage of the blonde’s now open mouth to pull his head up by his hair and slip inside, groaning when Bakugou’s moan vibrates up his length. “Shiiit.”

Bakugou chokes a little but does his best to swallow and breathe through his nose. Deku isn’t as long as Kirishima, but he is thicker and the blonde’s jaw aches as he tries to accommodate the unfamiliar stretch, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

The sight is enough to make Midoriya throb which draws another moan from the already shaking blonde. Midoriya inches forward more, trying to fit the rest down the blonde’s throat and having trouble controlling himself when the heat swallows and tightens around him. He doesn’t even need to look up to know when Kirishima starts sliding in, he can tell by the drawn-out moan that races up his cock. “Fuck, Kacchan!”

During this, Kirishima had spent some time taking Bakugou apart with his tongue, but when the blonde’s legs start shaking and he sits up, the glimpse of tears forming in red eyes makes him decide he can’t wait any longer and he lines himself up to sink in. He can’t help but smirk when he realizes he caught the two off guard and the greenette curses. “Tight isn’t he?”

“Hot, too.” Izuku groans, gripping blonde locks harder as he thrusts forward more. 

“Wait ‘til you feel back here.” Kirishima smirks, smacking the blonde’s ass and getting another moan from both. 

“Tap system for safe signals?” The greenette hums.

“Snap system. I can’t always feel the taps when hardened.” Kirishima explains, working himself in ‘til the hilt. 

Midoriya opens his mouth, but Todoroki cuts him off, knowing the look in his eyes. “You can play 20 Questions after, Izu.” 

Midoriya pouts but relents. “How do you want to do this? In sync? Back and forth? Or just fuck him onto me like a cock sleeve?”

Bakugou moans beneath them as they decide his fate like he’s not even there, and silently begs for the last one, just wanting to be used. 

Kirishima hums, pretending to think, but really observing the blonde’s reactions. He groans when Bakugou tightens around him at the end of Midoriya’s questioning. “I don’t think he wants to be able to explain why he’s limping tomorrow.”

Izuku smirks. “That can be arrAnged! Shit!” 

Bakugou moans in anticipation before gagging slightly when Deku accidentally thrusts his hips but he doesn’t try to get away just swallows to adjust.

“Hold on then, Midobro.” Kirishima snickers with a sharp-toothed smirk as he slowly pulls almost all the way out, reveling in how Bakugou whines before starting a brutal pace that lurches the blonde onto the greenette’s cock with each thrust, Midoriya pushing Bakugou back every time Kirishima pulls out so he can be forced back down.

Bakugou does his best to keep his throat relaxed as he was stretched from both ends but still gags around the girth occasionally which only makes the greenette go harder as the blonde’s throat flutters around him. 

Tears were streaming freely from the blonde’s eyes at this point but he made no move to stop the activities as the other two continue to use him as their fuck toy. Every time the redhead would brush his prostate, it ripped a moan from somewhere low in his throat which in turn would make the abuse to his throat rougher and cause him to clench around Kirishima’s length which would just spur him on more as well. 

Bakugou could tell when Deku was getting close as his thrusts grew erratic and made it hard for the blonde to time his breathing, making him light-headed and causing his throat to further spasm around the greenette’s already sensitive head. It doesn’t take long at all before Izuku is spilling down the blonde’s throat and pulling out slowly to smear him cum across the other’s tongue. 

An absolutely ruined groan leaves Bakugou’s throat, and the sight apparently leaves Todoroki in a similar state as he tries to hold back his own orgasm and gives Bakugou an idea. He leaves his mouth to hang open so Deku can see his cum collected there as he motions for Todoroki to come closer. 

The dual-colored boy is understandably confused but is too strung out to question it as he rolls himself over on the chair, not trusting himself to stand. Bakugou gives him the hand signal for ‘Trust me?’ that they learned in hero training, and Todoroki nods before he is pulled into a kiss by his half-open shirt. His eyes widen in shock, but he makes no move to pull away and instead kisses back, moaning low when he realizes Bakugou is using the kiss to swap Izu’s cum into his mouth and he grabs the blonde’s hair to kiss and lick into his mouth like a starving man. 

Bakugou doesn’t object as he uses the other for support as Kirishima continues to pound into him, somehow managing to go harder at the sight in front of him and Bakugou’s thighs tremble in their effort to hold him up. 

Izuku. meanwhile, is leaning against the headboard to catch his breath, and is staring at the sight dumbfounded, his spent cock trying to twitch in interest. 

“Fuck, Kat!” Kirishima all but growls as he snaps his hips to smack against the blonde’s firm ass. He knew there was a possibility Bakugou would allow the half and half boy to get involved, but he thought it would be from afar, and even if it included touching, didn’t think it would be this hot as he sees a white string of cum laden spit connect their mouths when they break for air.

“AHhhh~! Ei! Too much! Hurry! Please!” Bakugou croaks, clinging to Todoroki’s half-opened shit as the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto the bed. 

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fu-Ah~! KAt!” Kirishima all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and surges forward to bite into already prettily scarred shoulders, cumming hard into his whimpering blonde.

Bakugou practically sobs as his vision whites out at the feeling of being filled and cums across his stomach and bedsheets, some even managing to make it onto Todoroki’s pants as he collapses into the taller, panting boy. 

Moments later, Bakugou starts to come back to himself when he feels a cool hand wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Still with us?” A soft monotone hums.

Bakugou whimpers, but nods an affirmative, moving the cold hand to just cover his face and help bring him back. “Stelin yer boifrnd, Dku.” He mumbles into the palm. (Stealing your boyfriend, Deku.)

“How does he have any sass left in him?” Midoriya scoffs at Kirishima.

“He just had the brilliant idea to swap your cum into Todobro’s mouth, nothing surprises me with him anymore.” Kirishima laughs, pulling out slowly and cooing at the whimper it causes. “Shh, you’re alright, Bakubabe.”

“Twu empty (Too empty),” Bakugou complains. 

“Aren’t you sensitive though, baby?” Kirishima chuckles fondly, reaching over to play with blonde locks.

“Streshed. Wanna ve full. (Stressed. Wanna be full.)”

“Hmmm, what do you think Midobro? Able to fill him while I catch my breath?” 

Midoriya glances down at his spit-covered half-chub, and strokes it experimentally, wincing a bit in over sensitivity but nodding. “Could use some help but probably?”

“If he’s okay with it, I might be able to help?” Todoroki offers, pulling his hand away from the blonde enough to see his face. “What do you think?” 

Bakugou grumbles in annoyance when the cool hand leaves his face, but considers for a moment before nodding. “You saw the book too so you know what not to do.”

“I’ll make sure not to.” Todorki agrees before manhandling Bakugou into the position he wants so the other two have a full view of the blonde’s leaking hole. This also incidentally leaves Bakugou’s face forced into split-colored pubes and a dick comparable to Eijirou’s in length and thicker next to his face. “You can ignore it if you want. I’ll just use Izu later assuming he has the energy.”

Bakugou is grateful for the lack of pressure and hums in appreciation. “No wonder the nerd is so cock stupid.” 

Todoroki chuckles before reaching down and spreading the blonde’s cheeks open to reveal his hole further, some of Eijirou’s cum dribbling out at the action.

The other groan at the sight, Izuku already stroking a little faster now after retrieving the lube once more. 

“Shit .” He cursed as Todoroki scooped that lube back up, and used it to start fingering the blonde’s ass himself, making sure to scissor him open nice and wide so the other two could get a good view and to occasionally move his own hips so Bakugou couldn’t use them to hide his desperate whines. 

“Come on, Bakugou. If you continue doing that, they won’t be able to hear your pretty sounds.” Todoroki hums, smirking slightly when this gets a moan from the blonde. 

“So long.” Bakugou mumbles, thrusting his hips back to meet the heterochromatic boy’s fingers. 

“So Izuku says.” Todoroki nods, demonstrating by wiggling them deeper until he finds the spot that makes Bakugou cry out and continues to rub the bundle of nerves, drawing more and more whines and moans from once again desperate blonde.

“Ah, fuck, Icy-Hot! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Ahh~! Ple-” He almost manages to drag a plead out of the blonde, but Bakugou catches himself and decides to busy his mouth by dropping it as far onto Todoroki’s cock as it will go, not caring when the other instinctively bucks into his mouth and he gags a little.

“Shit. That desperate to not beg for it, huh?” Todoroki hisses out as he tries to keep his hips still. “I thought your quirk was in your hands, why is your mouth so hot?” He’s failing.

Luckily, Bakugou is much more prepared this time as he relaxes his throat and lets the other work into his mouth little by little, still abusing his oversensitive prostate all the while and making him moan.

Midoriya, meanwhile, is back at full hardness. Oversensitive, sure, but nothing Todoroki hasn’t put him through before. He crawls over to where his boyfriend is knuckle-deep in his rival’s ass and lines the head of his cock up alongside the fingers. He groans low as he slides in next to them and his boyfriend curses from the blonde crying out around his dick. 

“Shit, Izu. You’re gonna break the poor boy.” Todoroki hisses out as Bakugou starts trembling in sensitivity. 

“Good,” Midoriya smirks, and Bakugou moans again, knowing he’s about to be ruined. “Move your fingers, Sho. I’m going to use 1%.”

Bakugou whines around Todoroki’s cock as he does as he’s told and Izuku bottoms out. Both let him adjust to being so stuffed on both sides as Todoroki finally helps work him down to bury his nose in his pube before they even think of starting. 

“Are you okay with me fucking your mouth, or do you just want to cock warm?” Todoroki asks. 

Bakugou hums, thinking before holding up one finger for the first option. 

“Shit, Kacchan. Just how much did you overwork yourself.” Midoriya wonders aloud.

The blonde’s only response is to flip him off which gives Deku all the incentive he needs to power up and pull all the way back out before slamming back in, and making the other all but scream around his boyfriend’s cock.

Todoroki grips blonde hair harshly in response before following his boyfriend’s lead in roughly fucking the blonde’s throat. 

Tears prick at Bakugou’s eyes once more as he works on breathing through his nose, but it’s difficult when the air is being knocked out of him from behind, and Izuku is using those godforsaken observation skills of his to find his prostate almost immediately and nail it almost every time. 

He lets out another choked cry when wet heat closes around his cock, and he realizes Kirishima is laying under him and letting his cock be fucked into his mouth with just enough grip to be too much, but not nearly enough to bring him near the edge.

Bakugou rests his arms around Todoroki’s waist for some form of stability as he’s used from every direction, and he thinks he might lose his mind and he cries in overstimulation. 

At some point, his mind begins to feel like cotton and he goes into autopilot, throat completely relaxing and ass clenching around each pass as the perfect little cock sleeve even as he claws at Todoroki’s back.

Eventually, he cums into Kirishima’s mouth, making the redhead moan before he’s being dragged out by Midoriya who pulls him up into a sloppy kiss, licking into his sharped toothed mouth to get a taste of his childhood friend.

“Fuuuck~” Midoriya groans, lighting pattern around his body growing unnoticeably brighter as he slips into 2% and Bakugou’s fucked out noises turn into sobs of pleasure. 

The added stimulation is what has Todoroki cumming hard down Bakugou’s throat minutes later, and he groans in a mixture of arousal and over sensitivity as the blonde swallows it all with a moan. He rests, slummed against the chair for a moment to catch his breath before he carefully attempts to remove Bakugou from his softening length, only to be met with protests. He’s confused by this until he looks down and sees the unfocused look in the tear-filled eyes staring up at him and realizes the blonde might be in subspace. 

‘Oh.’ Todoroki thinks as he pets through blonde locks instead. “Do you want to cock warm until they’re done?” He whispers.

It takes Bakugou a moment and Todoroki opens his mouth to repeat the question, but before he does he gets a small happy hum between his other desperate noises and bobs his head in a nod.

Todoroki winces at the continued stimulation, but damn him if he isn’t weak for a happy sub. “Okay, you can stay.” He hums, continuing to pet the blonde’s hair. 

Bakugou eventually gives another happy hum when Todoroki’s words finally process before letting his throat relax once more as the greenette continues to use his ass. 

“I think he went under,” Todoroki informs the other two who were still fiercely making out while Midoriya pounded into the blonde.

Kirishima perks at this, pulling away from Midobro to crawl over and see Kat’s fucked out and relaxed face. “Aw, baby.” Kirishima smiles, doing his best to kiss the blonde’s forehead with Todoroki’s stomach acting as an obstacle. “Yeah, he’s going to need a lot of cuddles.”

“KaA-Kacchan’s under?” Midoriya pants, nearing the edge.

“He whined when I tried to take him off my cock. Is he usually like this?” 

“Yeah, he’ll probably want plugged until he comes back if that’s okay with you?” Kirishima smiles fondly, carding his fingers through the side of Bakugou’s hair.

“Plugged?” Midoriya squeaks before groaning. “Shit! AAAaaaH~!” He all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside his rival. 

Kirishima takes that as a yes, going to the closet and coming back barely a minute later with a sizeable plug, lubing it up. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Ye-yeah.” Midoriya pants. 

“Do you want plugged, baby?” Kirishima coos to Bakugou. 

It takes a moment for the question to process but the blonde whines, nodding as best he can with cock in his mouth.

Kirishima chuckles, shuffling behind him as Midoriya pulls out, slipping the lubed-up plug in the sloppy hole before much can escape. “There you go, baby.”

Bakugou whines, wiggling his ass a little and realizing it’s the one with the long, fluffy tail he can cuddle and play with and he hums happily.

Todoroki hisses again before looking to Kirishima for help. “Can I take him off now?” 

There’s another whine, but Kirishima nods. “I’m honestly surprised he even wanted to do that since he hates being gagged in any way. Probably best to not still be in his throat when he starts coming to though.”

“The slime incident?” Midoriya asks from where he’s collapsed on the pillows, catching his breath.

“Yup.” Kirishima nods.

Todoroki looks confused for only a second before he remembers a note in the book from bondage and his eyes widen in internal panic that he may have messed up somehow.

Izuku notices immediately by the way the heterochromatic boy stiffens. “I heard you give him and out and he chose to do that. Kirishima probably just means it’s best not to be like that when he’s still kind of out of it in case it triggers something. If you still feel bad you can apologize when he comes back to himself, but you freaking out will only make it worse for him.”

Kirishima frowns before understanding. “Oh! Yeah, Todobro. I was just referring to the weird between states. He should be totally okay, but if it will make you feel better to apologize, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that extra respect for his boundaries. Even out of it, you wouldn’t have been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to. We’d be treating burn injuries right now if you tried.”

Their reassurance did help him at least not panic, but he was still frowning. “I-...I think I’ll do that. I would like my friend to trust me.”

“Whatever works for you.” Kirishima grins. “But he also wouldn’t have invited near the bed if he didn’t have some level of trust for you already so I’m sure you’re fine.”

Todoroki nods before petting blonde locks until the stubborn suction around his cock releases and he can pull the blonde off of him.

Bakugou whines but quickly curls up in Kirishima’s lap when pulled into a hug. 

Todoroki and Midoriya look at each other, trying to figure out what to do before seeming to reach a conclusion as Midoriya takes off his shirt and Todoroki melts some ice to make the shirt into a sort of damp washcloth. They hand it to Kirishima who blinks in awe before giving the other two a big grin. 

“Well, that’s handy.” He chuckles, beginning to wipe Bakugou down some so he’s not grossed out and annoyed when he comes back down. 

“Clean up is so freaking easy when your boyfriend can just make water.” Midoriya laughs. “Do you want me to just pick him up and carry him to to the bath?”

“Not yet.” Kirishima shakes his head. “He’s just gonna want cuddles right now… Todoroki if you want to bring your warm side over here and just talk about anything, I know he said your voice was soothing.”

Todoroki hesitates, still feeling guilty, but decides to trust the blonde’s boyfriend and does as he’s told, helping Kirishima rearrange them so Bakugou can be curled into the human heater, the warm hand resting on what is sure to be a sore back later.

Eventually, Midoriya slinks over as well and they form a little cuddle pile around the blonde, whispering, and cooing to get happy noises out of him. After about half an hour, clarity begins to return to red eyes, and the blonde yawns.

“Wha habend? (What happened?)” Bakugou slurs, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“You dipped into subspace, baby.” Kirishima whispers, still petting blonde locks. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm.” Bakugou hums, curling further into the muscled space heater next to him. “Thang you.” 

“Any time, baby.” Kirishima kisses his cheek.

“Should I now?” Todoroki whispers awkwardly.

“If you want?” Kirishima nods.

The dual-haired boy nods. “Bakugou?”

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry about the cockwarming thing. I know your book said you don’t like gagged and you were out of it, and I know you did it ourself, but-”

“You’ve been dating Deku too long.” Bakugou cuts him off yawning. “Stop rambling. It’ okay. You gave me the option not to, and I chose to...Thank you though, but stop panicking.”

Todoroki blinks, ignoring Izuku’s offended huff but gives a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Now shush. More human heating pad.”

“Is that all I am to people?” 

“Yup.” Bakugou and Izuku quip in unison, Izuku bursting out laughing as his boyfriend pouts. 

“Brats. The both of you.” Kirishima laughs, kissing his boyfriend again before kicking the soiled blanket away and pulling away long enough to reach under the bed for a clean one. “Come on, I don’t think he’s going to stay awake long enough to clean him right now. Naptime.”

With that, they all arranged themselves so Bakugou had contact with everyone and drifted to sleep, all thoroughly fucked out, but more than willing to try that again.

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #smut #demisexual bakugou #tododeku #bnha todoroki #todoroki shouto #deku #bnha deku #quirkplay #todoroki x deku #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #todoroki x midoriya #bakudeku #bakugou x izuku #kiribakudeku #kirishima x bakugou x deku

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Shinkami Month Masterlist

Here's the linkie to the thingie.

All prompts come from @shinkami-events.

During the whole month, there will be three prompts every other day, two SFW and 1 NSFW. Just because a prompt is SFW, it doesn't mean the corresponding content will be SFW, so be sure to check the rating.

I will be posting all three prompts for each day here, then specify which prompt I chose once I post the actual fic. The NSFW prompts are denoted with red font, in case it wasn't clear which ones were NSFW.

June 29th - Bakusquad Shenanigans, Childhood Friends, First Time

July 1st - Pro Heroes, First Date, Quirkplay

July 3rd - Fantasy, "How are you alive?", Love Spell

July 5th - Mafia AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bondage

July 7th - Movies, Supernatural Creatures, Pet Play

July 9th - Roommates, Stuck Together, Phone Sex/Voice Kink

July 11th - Soulmate AU, "He asked for no pickles", Exhibitionism

July 13th - Royal AU, Blind Date, Clothed Sex

July 15th - Fluff, Parenthood, Omegaverse

July 17th - College AU, "And that's how I met my husband", Friends With Benefits

July 19th - First Kiss, Quirk Shenanigans, Roleplay

July 21st - Music, Mythology, One-Night Stand

July 23rd - Angst, Fake Dating, Make-Up Sex

July 25th - Domestic, "Would you still love me if I was a worm?", Sensory Deprivation

July 27th - Sci-Fi, Videogames, Car Sex

July 29th - Family, Mermaid AU, BDSM

July 31st - Outsider POV, Coffee Shop AU, Power Bottom

#my writing #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinso #denki kaminari #shinkami #kamishin #shinkamimonth2022

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Bound and Free | Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochaco [My Hero Academia]

Mina and Ochaco have been dating for a while now, and Ashido still loves floating just as much as ever.

My piece for the @quirkplay zine, which I can finally post now that the exclusivity period is over! 

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“And… done!” Ochaco claps her hands together as she finishes the last knot of the ropes binding Mina to the floor. She tugs on the ends of the cords with two fingers to test the give of them. They’re tight, but not constricting. “How does that feel, Mina?”

Mina twirls her wrists, one after the other. She wiggles her toes and smiles. “Feels good! Don’t worry about me, Ochaco, I’m fine.”

Ochaco returns the smile and leans over. “Good,” she says. She kisses Mina softly, a quick peck on the lips. Mina smiles and stretches her limbs out, turning her head to watch her girlfriend strip. Ochaco lifts her T-shirt up over her head and tosses it onto the floor a short distance away, then steps out of her shorts and kicks them in another direction entirely. She’s left in nothing but her bra and panties, both a bright shade of pink: Mina’s favourite colour on her. She smiles.

“Ready when you are,” she says. Ochaco places a palm on Mina’s thigh and Mina takes a deep breath in, then exhales in one long sigh. Her muscles tense as Ochaco trails two fingers along her hip, up her side, and around to her chest, lingering between her breasts. A third joins as she moves her hand back down, tracing a line to her navel. Four on the way back up, and finally, all five when she reaches Mina’s collarbone.

Even after all this time, Mina still isn’t totally used to her girlfriend’s quirk. The sudden loss of something solid beneath her, the way her stomach swoops with the weightlessness, like the first seconds of a rollercoaster’s drop… it’s exhilarating, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of it.

She keeps her eyes closed as she floats up, up, up…The long, slow ascent is relaxing, and Mina smiles until she feels a sudden tug at her wrists and ankles. Her eyes pop open and she stops moving up. The ropes are pulled taut, but they aren’t painful. Her body arcs, still trying to float up, but at least like this she has some leverage. She draws her knees into her body and that brings her down just a little bit, enough that Ochaco doesn’t have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her.

Mina turns her head toward her girlfriend and lets Ochaco cup her cheeks, one in each hand, holding her close and kissing her deeply. Her lips are soft, so soft… and when Mina peeks her tongue out to taste them, she can taste her lip balm. It’s strawberry, one of her favourites. But then again, she likes all of Ochaco’s lip balms.

She sighs into the kiss and tries to angle her body to force some more contact between the two of them, but Ochaco steps back, just out of reach -- ever the tease. “Not yet,” she says, and Mina whines, but doesn’t complain. She knows better. And it’s so worth the wait if she gets to see her girlfriend smile like that.

Ochaco steps around Mina and tugs at one of the ropes holding her down. It forces her to straighten her leg out, and as soon as it’s stretched in front of her, Ochaco runs a hand along it. It makes Mina’s skin tingle and prickle in the wake of her fingertips, and sends a shiver all the way from her leg up her spine. But then Ochaco starts to massage her calf, and Mina melts, moaning and sighing happily as her girlfriend works her way up to her thigh.

Until Ochaco slaps her.

The smack to her ass rings out loud in the quiet room, and Ashido’s squeak of surprise is nearly as loud. Ochaco’s smile turns smug, clearly pleased with the reaction she’s drawn out.

“What was that?” she asks, knowing full well what the answer is. Mina swallows hard.

“Nothing,” she lies.

Smack.

Ochaco laughs, light and gentle. “If you say so! Just don’t be too loud now, ‘kay? We don’t want to get caught.”

“Don’t we?” Mina jokes. She throws in a wink for good measure. It earns her another smack, and she half-laughs, half-yelps in response.

“No, we don’t! We’re heroes, Mina! What would people think if they saw us like this?”

“That I’m one lucky girl?” Mina tries. Ochaco laughs and comes around again to kiss her firmly, not wasting any time with buildup. Her tongue goes right to Mina’s lips, prying them open and slipping between them. Mina can feel a hand slip behind her head and tangle in her hair, dangerously close to the base of her horns. She whimpers, wordlessly asking for more, trying to push herself further into Ochaco’s hand. But Ochaco is having none of it; her grip tightens and she tugs, holding Mina firmly in place.

Ochaco pulls away, leaving Mina breathless and wanting more. She just waits, though, unmoving. Ochaco smiles and kisses her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and down, further and further. She stops at Mina’s breasts and takes a nipple into her mouth. She laughs around it as Mina arches involuntarily into the contact, and this time she decides not to pull away.

Mina moans, biting down on her lip to try and keep it quiet. She can feel every flick of Ochaco’s tongue against her pert pink nipple, and it sends tiny shocks of ecstacy all through her, settling between her legs. She can’t keep herself quiet for long, though, not when Ochaco’s hand moves from her hair to squeeze and knead at her other breast.

It’s over all too soon, though. Mina gasps when Ochaco pulls away and blows lightly on her spit-slick nipple. A shiver runs through her and she whimpers happily. She can feel herself getting wet, but it still isn’t enough. Before she can even ask for more, though, Ochaco moves from Mina’s side to stand in front of her, between her spread legs. Mina raises her head to look at her girlfriend and smiles at her.

“You got any idea how cute you look like this?” Ochaco asks. She grins devilishly and slides a hand down Mina’s side to trace up and down her thigh, watching her fingertips as they move. “I could just eat you up.”

Mina’s head falls back and she draws a shuddering breath. “Please…” she gasps. Ochaco’s accent is so cute, and the way it comes out when they’re alone like this…

Ochaco smacks Mina’s thigh lightly. “What’d you say, sweetheart?”

Mina lifts her head again and laughs weakly, just as she feels Ochaco’s hand curve around her thigh and slip between them. “Please, Ochaco?” she breathes. Then, for good measure, adds: “Pretty please?”

She gets what she wants almost immediately. Ochaco’s hand moves up a just enough she can slip her fingers in between Mina’s labia. She traces a line from her opening to her clit and rubs it with one finger in slow, gentle circles.

Mina fights to get closer, but the ropes holding her in place are drawn too taut. She can’t gain any leverage, so the best she can do is jerk her hips. Ochaco’s free hand smacks her in the ass again and she cries out, both from shock and from pleasure. It feels so good - Ochaco’s hand rubbing at her clit, her other clutching and kneading at her ass, and…

Oh. She’s close, she can feel it. Her breaths stutter, each one shallower than the last. Her toes curl, her fists clench - Ochaco’s hand moves again, a finger slipping inside her dripping cunt, curling to rub at her from the inside now --

And she’s gone, all senses momentarily blown out as she reaches her peak. She barely even registers that Ochaco is still crooking her fingers, stroking her through it and trying to get more out of her. But she is, and when Mina drops back into reality, still hazy and blissed out, her hips feebly and involuntarily twitch in response to it. This time, however, she tries to back away.

“Wait… Ochaco…” she pants, but Ochaco moves with her, fingers pushing in deeper. She adds another and wiggles them, causing Mina to whine. “Please! W-wait…”

“What is it, babe?” Ochaco asks. She doesn’t relent, though; she keeps stroking her girlfriend, delighting in the way she squirms. “Don’t tell me ya’ve already had enough?”

“No, no, just--” Mina swallows down another moan. “--it’s just your hands, they--”

“Oh.” Ochaco slips her fingers out and examines them. They’re dripping wet and shining with Mina’s ejaculate. She smiles and raises them to her lips. “Guess they are startin’ to sting a little…”

She slips her fingertips into her mouth, all three at once, and pushes them in slowly, lavishly sucking the juices from them. It’s completely hypnotic; Mina can’t look away, and Ochaco knows it. She looks at her girlfriend and smirks, pulling the fingers from her mouth with a small pop . “You really should try to control your acid a little better,” she chides.

Mina swallows. “Yeah, I know, but--”

“It kinda hurts me, so I can’t imagine what it must feel like for you…” Ochaco moves, dropping to her knees between Mina’s legs. Mina tries to crane her neck to get a better look. “Maybe I should clean you up?”

“Ochaco--” Mina wants to point out that even her most potent acid doesn’t really hurt her, so there’s no way something like this would, but she’s cut off before she can even open her mouth. Ochaco spanks her, hard, just a split second before she shoves her face between her girlfriend’s thighs, lapping up the drops of ejaculate still clinging to them. Mina jerks and twitches at the contact -- it tickles -- but she quickly melts into it as Ochaco’s tongue licks upwards, closer and closer to her pussy.

“Ah…” Mina’s head falls back again and she stops fighting it. Ochaco hums as she slides her tongue into her girlfriend, poking in and out of her entrance for a moment until she decides to drag her tongue to Mina’s clit instead.

Mina’s toes curl. She gasps and moans as that wonderful, wonderful tongue flicks her clit in quick, haphazard strokes, and although Ochaco tries to push her legs further apart, Mina manages to wrap them around Ochaco instead, one foot pressing in the middle of her shoulders to force her to stay in place and tongue-fuck her deeper.

“Yes… yes!” Mina shouts. Her spine curves upward and she feels like she’s flying now rather than just floating. It’s surreal and amazing and she can’t hold on anymore, she can feel her second orgasm approaching quickly, too quickly--

“Ochaco!” she sobs, clenching her fists and jerking her hips frantically. “Please, please, sweetie, I’m so close, I’m al-almost… there…! Aaah! ”

She loses herself for the second time that night, and this time, she’s fully aware of how much she’s gushing. It’s less than half a vague thought in her mind, but she worries about her girlfriend, worries about the acid… but Ochaco just sits there and takes it, laps it up like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

Mina relaxes. One by one, her muscles untense, and she lets herself just float there, unmoving. She almost doesn’t notice when Ochaco pulls away to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand, but when she looks, the brunette licks her lips and smiles at her.

“Wow…” Mina breathes. Ochaco looks taken aback for a second, but then she laughs, and Mina  thinks it might be the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.

And that settles it.

She grips the ropes by her wrists and secretes her acid onto them, burning them away and freeing herself. It only takes a second, but that’s all she needs to fling herself forward at her girlfriend and wrap her arms around her. Ochaco jumps, clearly not having expected Mina to actually break free, but before she can protest Mina smashes their lips together and forces her tongue into Ochaco’s mouth. She can taste herself still lingering on Ochaco’s lips and tongue. Mina has never much cared for the taste, but right now, it’s absolutely intoxicating.

Ochaco’s hands come together, brushing against Mina’s chest. She only pulls away for enough time to say, “Release,” and soon Mina is falling into her arms properly. They tumble to the ground in a heap, laughing and kissing every inch of skin they can reach.

Ashido burns away the ropes at her ankles, too, and hooks her fingers into the waistband of Ochaco’s panties. She leans in close and leers at her, licking her lips. “Soooo, you gonna let me pay you back for that, babe?”

Ochaco grins. “Do your worst.”

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[kacchansass]

Free Falling - Quirkplay Preview!

Hello, hello, hello! It’s ya boy back with a small snippet of my piece for the @quirkplay​ zine!!

I’m incredibly honored to have been allowed to work on such a fun project, and even more honored to be writing some spicy IiChako, my favorite under-appreciated pairing!

Ochaco paws at his clothes once they’re within the confines of their bedroom. “You have to get rid of these first.”

Iida does as instructed, and Ochaco follows suit. They make no show of getting undressed, too eager to get the night rolling.

Iida pulls her towards him and places his hands firmly on her soft hips while gently rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into her skin.

“You’re as beautiful as you were the day I married you,” He hums between the butterfly kisses he places up and down the expanse of her neck.

Ochaco can’t help the playful giggle that bubbles in her throat as her smile only widens.

“And you’re as handsome as you were the day I married you,” She shoots back, managing to capture her husband’s lips with hers once more. Their tongues dance together with practiced ease, lazily exploring the planes of each other they’ve roamed many times before.

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All charms are 2″ double-sided clear acrylic, and come on a lobster claw clasp.

✧ Vlad King (artwork by @siij)✧ All Might (artwork by @allmightismysugadaddy)✧ Ashido Mina (artwork by Melon)✧ Shinsou & Deku (artwork by @servojob)

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[vampyrsutton]

Shinsou X Kami X Monoma~Double Penetration

Summary:

Monoma reads about hypnosis triggers and asks Shinsou to give him some. Somehow all of them forget they have a classmate whose quirk relies on sugar when picking trigger words.

Ao3 Tags:

Double Penetration in Two Holes, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Double Penetration in One Hole, Hypnotism, Consensual Mind Control, hypnosis triggers, a lot of cum, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Sex Toys, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Inappropriate Quirk Use, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), E-stim, electric stim, Threesome - M/M/M, Kaminari Denki Has ADHD

Notes:

Thank Horikoshi for a world where it's a bit easier to ignore human limits 🙏

“You sure you want to try this, Mon?” Shinsou asks for what has to be the millionth time.

Monoma just cocks an eyebrow, looking to Kaminari in question. “Was he like this with you, too?” 

“Isolation does shit to you, man.” Denki just shrugs from where he’s playing on his phone.

‘Don’t I know it.’ Monoma sighs, looking back up at the purple-haired insomniac. “Yes, Shin. I’m sure.” 

Shinsou sighs, deciding to stop beating around the bush. “Okay...Are you su-”

“Oh for fucks sake y-” Monoma’s mind clouds with static as he stares blankly into space.

“Good boy,” Shinsou smirks. “Now we just gotta program those triggers he wanted.” He hums as Kami shows him the list on his phone. “I’m surprised he actually wants one for chilling out.”

“Babe, that’s the one you put for your free space.” Denki laughs at his sleepy boyfriend. “Remember when you were half asleep last night?”

“Oh yeah. I’m just getting tired of having to be the one to reign in Bakugou whenever Kirishima is with Fat Gum.” Shinsou chuckles, taking the phone to look at the list better. “I think I know which one is your free spot.”

“The cooking one yeah. He makes really good ramen from scratch.” Denki hums as he now plays with a loose thread on his shirt.

Shinsou’s head snaps up as he blinks. “I thought it was the kinky one?”

Denki just smirks now. “Nope. That one was all him.”

Shinsou groans as he reads it again, already getting horny with the possibilities. “I think I know why Dad warned me against loud blondes now. You two are gonna be the death of me one of these days.”

“I can still ask Bakugou if you wanna add another~” Kaminari teases.

“I’m pretty sure Kirishima would kill me if you did. Those dating the other blondes are already suspicious enough.” Shinsou chuckles with a shrug. “Back to the triggers though. I think you should pick them since you’re the most likely to shout random words, and we don’t want to set him off without meaning to.” 

Kaminari takes his phone back momentarily to type furiously. It dings a second later. I asked Kendou for a nickname to call her so she still knows to get him if we’re not around, she just doesn’t know it will also subdue him. Kenken can be his chill button.” Denki hums, handing the phone back.

Shinsou raises an eyebrow but gives the small blonde a proud smile. “Well, look who’s using their brain.”

Denki grins proudly as Shinsou programs the trigger, the lighter blonde nodding blankly. “How about Sweetie for the dirty one? No one here calls their S/O that so there shouldn’t be any accidents.”

“Sounds good.” Shinsou nods,  programming it in. “Okay, next.” 

They continued on until they made it through the list, adding a few small ones on the way to really only use if he got himself too worked up. Once they were done Shinsou released his quick and smirked as Monoma blinked at him in confusion.

The lighter blonde kind of looked himself over before tilting his head. “Should I feel any different?”

“Not really.” Denki is the one to answer. “You won’t unless someone uses one.”

“Hmm, okay I guess.” Monoma shrugs with a slight flush on his face as he looked away. “So...are we going to try any of them?”

The other two smirk at him wickedly. 

“Nope.” Shinsou snickers. “Half the fun of that type of trigger is the anticipation.”

“Can I at least know what they are?” Monoma pouts.

Shinsou just tilts his head, smirk not leaving his face. “Nope cause the second you’re feeling bratty, you’ll goad someone into saying them.”

Monoma crosses his arms now but can’t deny it so just huffs. “Whatever. Let’s go, we’ve got joint training in like 15…” His eyes widen as he looks at his phone. “FIVE Minutes?! What the hell?” 

“Calm down we’re right next to today’s training grounds.” Shinsou yawns. “I’ll just use my capture weapon to get us down there in time.” 

Monoma’s eyes widen as he starts making a break for the door. “Hell no, you Spiderman wanna be! I saw you practicing with Tape Boy again and I rather liked today’s breakfast so-” 

“Guava.” 

Monoma freezes, unable to move. “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.” Kaminari laughs as he pulls Monoma over to the window and their waiting boyfriend.

“I want a divorce.” Monoma huffs as he’s hoisted into Shinsou’s hold.

“At least let me put a ring on it, damn.” Shinsou deadpans, bursting out laughing at how red Monoma turns. 

“Shut u-AHHHHHHH!” Monoma screams as Shinsou launches them out the window, Shinsou teasing him the entire time.

~~~

A few days go by since the triggers were added and between homework and training, the trio kind of forgets about them. It isn’t until the next Friday when they’re chilling in the Class 3-A commons that something happens to change that.

“I made treats!” Sato calls from the kitchen where he had finally managed to fight Bakugou out to let him bake. “Anyone want some?”

“Oh! What kind?” Kaminari jumps up from where he was previously draped across his boyfriends’ laps.

“Edible cookie dough! My cousin got ahold of the Sweetie recipe!” Sato grins, bringing a small paper cup out for the excited blonde. 

Monoma, meanwhile, has to clamp a hand over his mouth as the reaction is immediate. As soon as he hears the word heat flashes through his system and his blood rushes south so fast he feels light-headed. He has to fight not to moan as he pants in Shinsou’s ear from where he was previously resting his head on his shoulder to watch something on the smaller blonde’s phone.

“Shin-Shinsou.” Monoma groans, trying to be quiet. “What’s happening? I feel like I’m on fire.”

Shinsou looks at him in worry before he feels something similar to when he uses his quirk and it clicks. “Shit. He said one of the words. Don’t worry, Mon, you’re okay. Just let me grab Denks and we’ll take care of you,?” He waits for Monoma’s shaky nod. “Can you walk?”

Monoma tries to push himself up, but immediately just falls limp. “How word for word did you read the list?” He whimpers quietly, trying not to alert anyone else in the room of his struggle. 

“Verbatim? Wh-?” Shinsou’s eyes widen. “Please tell me you didn’t get it from one of Denki’s notebooks.”

Monoma nods helplessly. “Yeah, why?”

“Which one?” Shinsou sighs, suddenly glad Denki color codes his books so he doesn’t accidentally turn in the wrong notebook again. 

“Uh, red I think?” 

Shinsou sucks in a breath. “Why the hell would you grab something from there?!” He whisper-yells, cursing himself for not paying attention to what he was saying. He grabs Denki’s abandon phone to bring up the list. 

When you hear ___, you will turn into a bitch in heat until you either pass out or can’t hold any more of our cum.

‘I should have listened to Dadzawa.’ Shinsou internally groans. “Why did you pick the horniest notebook? Purple or Green would have been fine, but Red is not where you go for triggers.” He hisses as he pockets Kaminari’s phone and collects the trembling Class B menace into his arms. 

“I didn’t think it’d be this bad.” Monoma whines in Shinsou’s ear. “I feel like I’m going to actually go crazy if I don’t get a cock in me soon.

“For something like that, my quirk will make your body respond however it interprets it. If you had a single dominant bone in your body, even I’d probably have to bottom to get you out of this.” Shinsou sighs, signaling to a very concerned Kaminari that there’s an emergency. 

“Can’t you just hypno it away again?” Monoma whimpers, trying to be sneaky about getting his hand down his pants.

“For something like this? No. It’s not really a part of the brain I’ve trained my quirk in so a reaction this strong wouldn’t just turn off.” Shinsou sighs as Kaminari catches up at the elevator.

“I got each of us a cookie dough. What happened?” Denki asks worriedly once the doors close behind them.

“Sato said one of the trigger words and we apparently both need to pay more attention,” Shinsou explains. “Remember the horny one? Well, neither of us noticed just how horny. He got it from your Red notebook.”

Kaminari’s eyes widen in horror before looking at Monoma in worry. “Oh, baby, are you okay?”

“I feel like I’m gonna die.” Monoma whimpers as he clings to Shinsou, furiously palming himself through his boxers, knowing Shinsou has him hidden from the camera. “It’s like there’s actual fire in my veins and if I don’t get a dick in me soon I might break.”

Kaminari’s face flames red as he movies closer to pet through light blonde locks. “Don’t worry we’ll take care of you, babe.” He looks up at Shinsou. “What did it say again?” His memory not the best in general.

“Front right pocket.” Shinsou sighs, lifting Monoma a little higher so Denki can fish out his phone. 

Denki opens up the list and Shinsou swears he can see steam come from the blonde’s face. “This is from my breeding story.” He squeaks, looking at Monoma in horror. “If you wanted to be fucked stupid you could have just said so!”

Monoma moans loudly at the words, burying his face in Shinsou’s shoulder in embarrassment. “...I didn’t want to chicken out.”

The other two look at him fondly, Shinsou kissing his hair. 

“We could have just tied you up or something, Mon.” Shinsou chuckles. “No need to torture yourself.” They watch the blonde’s face turn even redder as they walk out of the elevator. “Oh?  Was that your true plan?”

There’s no response for a second before Monoma whines. “Denki might have told me about the dildo adventure, but I still wanted to be coherent.” He mumbles into Shinsou’s neck.

Kaminari burst out laughing at the other blonde’s phrasing as he opens Shinsou’s room. “Oops, guess I really am a bad influence.”

“All the time.” Shinsou chuckles. “Though what did we say about leaving notebooks in the open?” He hums as he kicks the door shut behind him, smirking at the knowing chuckle that comes from his shoulder.

Denki gulps, rubbing his neck. “Oops?” 

“Color?” Shinsou hums, laying Monoma on the bed and helping him get his clothes off.

“Green,” Denki says without hesitation before his mind goes blank.

Shinsou snickers as Denki stands there slack-jawed before he looks to Monoma. “Look at that, you have a new toy. What do you need, baby?”

Monoma whines loudly now that they’re in private, already trying to get to the lube in the bedside drawer. “Inside, now. Fuck, honestly you could probably literally break my back right now and I would thank you just please!” He rambles, finally getting the bottle and squirting some on his hand, shoving two fingers in carelessly and keening at the stretch. “Please just get something in me now!” 

Shinsou raises an amused eyebrow as he sits on his desk chair. “Alright. Denki, eat him out until I say stop.”

Monoma’s head snaps to the side to stare at Shinsou in horror, knowing just what the smaller blonde’s tongue is capable of and finally remembering just who his ass is in the hands of. Then he brushes his own prostate and is back to begging, whining when Denki pulls his fingers away and manhandles him to his stomach with his ass in the air. 

Monoma scrambles to get a pillow under him so he’s not at such a weird angle before moaning loudly when the other’s tongue slips inside of him with the help of the lube. He claws at the sheets as Denki fucks his tongue into him, finger slipping when he can to allow him more room, and Monoma yelps when he feels a small zap at his rim. 

He’s mortified to feel his cock at the feeling, and whines lowly. “Ah! Denki! Your quirk! AHHH! There! Please!” 

Shinsou chuckles as Monoma tries to beg the other boy who can’t listen. “Find his prostate, and do as you wish.” He orders Denki.

Monoma has to bite the bedspread to prevent himself from screaming when Denki manages to start tonguing his prostate, occasionally zapping it while he does. “Oh fruk fruk fruk!” He chants into the bedspread, trying to grind back on the tongue in his ass as he nears his orgasm embarrassingly fast. “Cumming! Fuck Den-”

“Chartreuse,” Shinsou smirks.

Just like that Monoma’s orgasm is stopped as he cries out. “NoOoo! Shinsou! Please! Please let me cum! Please, I’ll do anything!” He whines, humping the pillow beneath him as he desperately tries to cum. 

Shinsou just chuckles, leaning back in the chair as he strokes himself at the site of the normally cocky blonde crying and begging for his release. “Oh, will you now?” 

“Anything!” Monoma whimpers. “Please!” 

“Okay. Then don’t move until I say.” Shinsou smirks evilly. “Understand?”

“Yes, please. I’ll stay still. I won’t move. Just please let me cum.” Monoma practically sobs. 

“Periwinkle.”

Monoma’s vision whites out as he cums hard across this pillow, desperately rutting into it as e rides out his orgasm, but comes back to his senses fast enough when the electrified tongue inside him doesn’t stop, and instead another finger is added. “Denkiiii~ Too much!” He whines, wanting to wiggle away, but not wanting to get punished. 

“He was told to continue until I said stop remember?” Shinsou hums.

Monoma’s eyes widen as he looks at him in betrayal. “You tricked me!”

“Yup,” Shinsou smirks, digging in his bottom desk drawer. “Denki catch.”

Denki has no problem catching what is thrown at him and Monoma whimpers when he realizes it’s the dildo he mentioned earlier. The purple one Jirou had gifted Denki as a joke that definitely belongs in the monster fucker category of hentai. “You wouldn’t.” He whispers, knowing full well Shinsou will. 

“Denki stop. Fuck him with it until he cums again… And turn his face to the edge of the bed.” 

Denki mindlessly does as he’s told, moving Monoma so he’s facing the purple-haired boy before starting to work the massive dildo into the other twink.

Monoma cries out as he’s split open, and that’s apparently exactly what Shinsou was waiting for as he grabs light blonde hair and forces the open mouth on his cock. “

Use your safe actions if you need to.” He warns as he sinks into the blonde’s throat.

Monoma whines, gagging slightly at the intrusion but doing his best to breathe through his nose even as the breath is knocked out of him from behind. He swallows and whines around the cock, but by the time his nose is buried in purple pubes, he understands just how badly his brain has screwed him over as he sucks and swallows like his life depends on it. 

Shinosou stares down at him in amusement, positive that if this was one of Kaminari’s stories, the lighter blonde would have hearts for pupils as he tries to choke himself on his cock. “God, you’re such a little cum slut aren’t you, Mon?” Shinsou smirks.

Monoma moans at the words, sucking hard as he begins to fuck back on the dildo that’s buried to the hilt in his ass. He actually whines in protest when Shinsou starts sliding out before gurgling happily when he slams back in, not a care in the world if he’s choking on it. 

“Fuck, you’re so gone.” Shinsou groans, gripping blonde locks tighter to get a little more room before starting to abuse the normally mouthy blonde’s throat. 

Monoma looks like he’s on cloud nine as he lets himself be used, moaning whenever the massive dildo in his ass catches his prostate and grinding back on it to chase the feeling. If he was in his right mind he’d probably wonder how the thing even managed to fit, but right now all he cared about was being full.

Shinsou looks up to check on Denki and the bulge in his pants. “Oop. Denki strip. You can fuck him after you do.”

Monoma moans loudly and Shinsou thinks he might be trying to beg around the cock shoved down his throat, but he doesn’t let up long enough to find out. Even if he wasn’t watching Denki, he would have known the exact moment he sunk into Monoma just by how the lighter blonde moaned around his dick and clawed at him. Monoma has to be gaping from the previous toy, but neither blonde seems to care as Denki gasps, sinking into him slowly. 

Shinsou pulls out of Monoma’s mouth long enough to ask something. “Think you’re stretched enough?” 

Monoma doesn’t even ask what for and just nods frantically while trying to get Shinsou’s cock back in his mouth by pulling on his thighs. 

“Fuck, Mon. This trigger really messed you up, huh?” Shinsou hums, giving the blonde what he wants when he starts whining. “Okay, okay. I got you, baby. Calm down.” Shinsou coos, sinking back into Monoma’s mouth who hums happily. “Alright then, Denki reenact your story.”

Monoma’s eyes snap open in shock before he’s crying out around Shinsou as the other blonde starts pounding into him like a wild beast, biting and snarling included as he makes Monoma arch into the mattress. 

Shinsou moans when this consequently fucks Monoma onto his cock at a much rougher speed and it isn’t long before he’s cumming down the blonde’s throat. 

Monoma whines, sucking and swallowing like he nee the other boy’s cum to live and, if Shinsou didn’t know any better, he would think he might. He notices how Monoma trembles and looks down to find he had cum again and was in the process of being fucked into over sensitivity, but making no move to stop any of it as Denki did his best to lay over him as he fucked him hard and fast. 

“Shi-Shinsou~?” Monoma whimpers, making grabby hands. “Not enough. Need more.” 

Shinsou kneels in front of him and pets his hair as Denki cums in him, but keeps going. “Give me just a few minutes and I’ll help you, okay, Mon?” 

Monoma hiccups, but nods, clawing at the sheets as Denki continues to pound his cum deeper into him. “I-Is he gonna be okay d-dOing this?” 

Shinsou hums, knowing what Monoma means. “He made himself come quite a few times on that dildo when I hypnotized him so he should be okay, but I might be able to help him a little more. I’ve been working on helping to expand limits while people are under my control so allies don’t get hurt when being used as puppets. I should be able to use it here a bit.” He decides, looking back up to Denki and missing the considering look in Monoma’s eyes.

“Denki, fuck him like you’re in Mina’s Omegaverse fanfic and are in rut.” Shinsou deadpans, making Monoma laugh in surprise before immediately choking on it when Denki snarls and goes impossibly harder. 

Monoma’s eyes roll back in his head as his prostate is continuously abused, moaning loudly when Denki moves back to sit on his ankles and pulls the slightly taller boy onto his lap to fuck him at that angle. He’s so out of it that he doesn’t even notice when Shinsou has to start taking advantage of Monoma’s already sloppy hole and start working his way in next to Denki.

Denki, in his hypnotized state, apparently took the rut thing a little too literally and growls at Shinsou before biting into Monoma’s shoulder possessively and making the poor boy cum again. This, luckily, also drew another orgasm from Denki as well waking him relax just long enough for Shinsou to slam in and make both blonde’s cry out. 

Monoma shakes as the boys work orgasm after orgasm out of him and themselves, steadily filling him up and slowly calming him down. He does whine, however when Shinsou has to pull out from sensitivity. 

“I know, Mon. I’m sorry, but unlike Denki right now, I still have to recover.” Shinsou coos, shushing the whimpering blonde. 

“Let-AH!-Let me borrow your quirk?” Monoma hiccups, wanting the other boy back inside him.

Shinsou furrows his brow before realizing what Monoma’s getting at and trying to figure out how he feels about the idea. “...Just a moment. Give me a one-time trigger then release it. I still need to be aware to make sure you two stay safe.” He finally relents, kissing the blonde’s forehead. “And remind me to stop spilling quirk info to you.” He smirks.

Monoma manages to chuckle even as he moans at Denki spilling into him again. “He-Hey, ShinsOu?”

“Yeah?” Shinsou responds before his world goes black for a few seconds and he looks down to a shit-eating grin on Monoma’s face. “If you did anything unauthorized, you will get punished later...actually no you’d like that too much, you’ll just get the silent treatment for a bit.”

Monoma pouts for a moment before the smirk returns. “ShinShin?”

Shinsou about collapses with how hard the new wave of arousal hits. “Holy shit.” He pants out. “What was the exact command?”

“Fuck mE-AHH!-l-like an animal until my trigger ru-rUns out,” Monoma answers without hesitation, knowing it’s a bit more important for the one with experience to know. “Which is probably gOing to be whenever I pass out at this rA-FUCK!-rate! Oh god, Shinsou please.” He whines.

Shinsou growls low in his throat at the plea and wonders if his body decided to copy Denki as he pulls the light-haired blonde’s mouth down onto his cock and actually makes him choke on it this time. 

Turns out, Monoma had a lot more stamina than he thought as he ended up leaking cum and with a full stomach to end his trigger and snap Shinsou out of his so he could stop Denki who looked at the delirious lighter blonde in shock.

By the time they were done, Monoma was drolling and blissed out, claw and bite marks covering his body and cum dripping out of his at this point gaping hole as he slurred nonsense. 

“Holy shit.” Denki groans as he collapses to the side, barely conscious himself now that he was no longer mind-controlled and was just as exhausted as the other blonde after having his balls drained. He has no clue how he even managed to produce that much and wonders if he’ll be able to cum for the next month without Shinsou’s help. 

“Yeah.” Shinsou pants flopped on his back with his legs hanging off the bed. “We’re turning that one off.”

Monoma just gives a shaky thumbs-up, not arguing.

“Monoma?” Shinsou asks.

“Y-yeah?” He manages to rasp before blanking out.

Shinsou undoes the trigger before giving Monoma control of his mind and body again who does pass out now that there are no lingering after-effects.

“New rule. No more sexual triggers without having a full, new kink level discussion.” Shinsou groans, trying to mentally and physically prepare himself to drag his boyfriends to the bathroom for clean-up and aftercare. He groans louder when he gets no response and finds Denki has passed out too. “Dammit, you two.” 

Denki snores and suddenly Shinsou is up and taking care of them, getting them cleaned up (and out) and massaging out what are bound to be sore muscles before wrapping them up in blankets and individually carrying them to Denki’s clean bed to cuddle. By the time he makes sure there are water bottles and the cookie dough on the nightstand, he realizes Monoma did in fact add another trigger and smiles down at the smiling, bruising blonde who is hugging their resident Pikachu close in their sleep. 

Both know Shinsou gets antsy when something delays aftercare so he can’t find it in him to be mad for the unauthorized trigger as he goes to take care of himself. 

“Good boy.” Shinsou smiles, kissing the lighter blonde’s hair when he crawls in behind him a few minutes later. He hears a dazed but happy hum as he pulls the blanket over them before joining them in sleep.

The next morning they’d be met with a very annoyed Aizawa who had to deal with the noise complaint, but not a single one was sorry as they just smirked at the teacher who was muttering about loud blondes and Present Mic calling him a hypocrite. 

Yeah, they had no regrets.

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[plussizeficchick]

Presents│Hawks x Chubby Reader

Y'all!! I am so sorry that I wasn’t able to get this little fic out in time; I had to go home for Christmas and it was nottt giving🙄😭I’ll make it up to you guys I promise😉

warning: smut (oral, quirkplay (implied) kinda subby Hawks?)

Hawks was really looking forward to Christmas this year.

He couldn’t wait to cozy up next to you on the couch, drink cups of hot chocolate and just bask in each other's presence. You really uplifted his mood, always ready to lend an ear to his troubles and offer an encouraging word, you were truly the best thing to happen to him.

Unfortunately, he had to work Christmas day, patrolling the city, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary, and since you both don’t live together(yet), he wasn’t able to see you. But on the brightside, they allowed him to leave early, so his mood brightened.

Flying to your apartment, Keigo welcomed himself by entering through your patio door(which you left unlocked specially for him). Hearing his heavy footsteps, you open the door to your bathroom, having just finished showering. “Kei, is that you?” You call. Heading toward you, Hawks makes himself known. “Hey pretty bird, heading out?”  He asked, secretly hoping that wasn’t the case. He was looking so forward to being with you. Shaking your head, you answer, “No. I just decided to freshen up in case you stopped by. You can just settle on the couch, I’ll be there in a moment with your present.” You smile brightly. Following your instruction, Hawks makes his way to the couch, but honestly, he felt a little guilty. He didn’t know you guys would be exchanging gifts. What was he going to do when you asked for yours? He was at war with his thoughts when you emerged from the bathroom. You were clad in a lacy red lingerie set that fit tight against your waist and chest, emphasizing the softness of your plump frame, along with bright white angel wings clipped to your back. You looked ethereal. “Dove,” Keigo swallows thickly, feeling the blood rush to his cock. “What’s all this?” He asks. You give a shy smile, this was really out of your comfort zone. “I told you,” You say, sashaying over to him. You stop in between his legs, leaning over him, glossed lips close to his ears. “I wanted to give you a present.” You mutter, lips closing around the lobe. Keigo practically moans at the feeling, stress slowly leaving his body. You lower your body between his legs, hands moving to the zipper of his pants. Hawks exhales a breath through his teeth, the feeling of your hands near his clothed erection causing it to grow impossibly harder. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby.” You breathe out, tone sweet like honey. “I’m all yours.” You palm his length, feeling it throb in his pants. Hawks practically melts at the touch, low clicks and chirps bubbling in his throat. “Please touch me, baby bird.” He chokes out, his words catching in his throat. 

You move your hands to the waistband of his pants, having already undone his buttons, pulling them down along with his boxers. His length springs free from its confines, slapping against his lower abdomen. He hisses at the cold air hitting his length, but it's quickly replaced by a groan as you engulf his length in your mouth, head bobbing as you get right to work. He bucks up into the warmness of your mouth, the unexpected move causing you to slightly gag around his cock. “Please, oh-fuck please, baby.” He moans out, fisting your hair in his hands. You swallow around his length, the feeling of your throat contracting around the tip of his cock prompting his release. He cums down your throat, the warm, thick seed sliding across your tongue allowing you to really taste him. He’s panting as his cock rests in your mouth, the feeling comforting as he slowly comes down. He slides out of your mouth and you open wide to show that you swallowed everything. “That’s my pretty bird.” He praises, large hand caressing your soft round face. You smile shyly at his words, leaning into his touch. You were truly an angel, one that he couldn’t wait to taint. Lifting you into his lap, Hawks pressed a messy kiss to your lips, tasting himself on your tongue. You moan into the kiss, tongue sliding along his in harmony. You felt a crimson feather floating near you, caressing your skin. He pulls away slowly, a string of spit connecting you both. “Time for your present, baby bird.” He smirks, lifting you both as he heads toward your bedroom.

Hawks was already looking forward to Christmas next year.

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[aemonds-sapphire]

Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

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