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tw: smut! overstimulation, male ahegao, spit swallowing, do tell if i missed any!
does anybody else think about pro-hero hawks in there on the bed with you in the cow girl position.
you‘ve ridden him with all your might and now his hands are gripping your ass like a fucking vice. his face is blissed out after you‘ve brought out his fourth load of the night.
he‘s surely near overstimulated as he whispers your name underneath his panted breath. sweet calls of your name as he swallows the mix of yours and his saliva.
but you don‘t stop there.
you start riding him once again with your hands now on the headboard, your lust filled eyes looking at him tauntingly as his golden ones widen. there‘s a whine that leaves past his swollen lips as the hold on your ass becomes weak.
but he hasn‘t said the safe word, so you continue.
with every downward movement, his face becomes more and more dumbed out. his eyes are half lidded with hearts on the pupils, his tongue poking out more and more. an abundance of his whines growing higher in pitch with every thrust.
for such a fucked out, overstimulated baby you‘d think he‘d beg you to stop or for him to simply allow you to take over.
but he doesn‘t. it surprises you that he even is still thrusting upwards matching your speed to meet your hole even though his cock is pouring cum with every twitch.
don‘t worry though, he isn‘t broken, you haven‘t broken him in yet. because if you have, he surely would be bending himself over and spreading his own cheeks with the pleas of “please fuck me!” leaving past his lips.
warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
Summary: Oh,how we love the smell of s** in the air *inhales deeply* It’s spring break whores!
Warnings:MINORS DO NOT ENTER: Threesome( MMF) Oral sexx( anal and vaginal, fem Receiving), Fingering( anal and vaginal) Breif choking, Use of ‘Daddy’, Bad words, Lip locking, Subtle Masturbation, Implied Intercourse, Feet kissing, Shoto is the man, Touya serving per usual
A/N: Just Something light since I haven’t posted in a while. Enjoy
Today was a slow day, despite the fast-paced bustling of the city life. The sweltering heat of the Florida weather making everything sticky and lethargic. Ever since you’d moved down here for school March and April hands down, had to be one of the worst and best months. Worst because of all the annoying spring breakers that partied nonstop. Traffic was off the chain and there always seemed to be constant bullshit whenever the horny college students came out. On the bright side this was a wonderful time for your business. People from all around paid insane amounts of money just to get high for the weekend. Not that you were complaining that just meant more shopping sprees and Chik-Fil-A runs for you.
You shimmed your hips to the beat of the tune playing in your head, half burned blunt pursed between your sparkly lips. The billowing of the ivory curtains exposed the green scenery hidden behind the floor length windows. Making the small living room come to life in an ethereal way. The salty breeze from the coast cooled your golden-brown skin, while you stirred the pitcher of lemonade. Cubes of crystallized water clinking amongst the thick glass, calming you. You were expecting company. Now you usually didn’t take house calls. You didn’t like people knowing where you stayed, especially since you lived alone but you’d make an exception for the two brothers.
Having known them for quite some time now, you always had a great time whenever they came around. Getting high and binging tv shows, your favorite pastime. The ding of the doorbell went off, catching you off guard as you rummaged through the overfull fridge. You slammed the door with a loud thud. Your arched brow raised, quietly watching the pair on the rectangular screen of the smart fridge.
The door bell rang repeatedly a few more times. “Aye loser, come open the fucking door.” The older brother demanded. Frowning at the camera with slight irritability, whereas his younger counter part stood patiently, hands in the pockets of his tropical swim trunks. Your eyes widened, doing a double take. Having only seen the boy in his preppy school uniform, he looked way different in regular clothes. Scoffing you shook the inappropriate thoughts from your head, taking your time sauntering to let the pair in.
“Shoto—Touya, you’re early. To what do I owe the pleasure, my loves.” Eyes gleaming mischievously. Your bare shoulder sizzled from being pressed against the hot frame of the door, as you blew smoke in their faces.
Touya rolled his eyes, always amused by your antics while Shoto furrowed his brows deeply not impressed. You loved having the two of them over. Having hung out with them thrice before, you’d gotten to know more about them. For instance, you now knew that they lived right down the street from you in the largest mansion in the area. Their dad apparently was some sort of business mogul and had a lot of money, but that’s all they offered to share about him about him.
Touya went to college at some Ivy League school in California, how he’d gotten in you had no clue. From what Sho explained to you, the guy was some sort of part time arsonist and had run in with the law a few times before. From just a few encounters with him you could tell he was a huge man whore and probably had more bodies than he did tattoos which was a lot. You couldn’t blame him though, the whole low key grunge look really paid off. Touya Todoroki was pretty much text book definition of black sheep.
Now Sho on the other hand was the golden child. The straight A, to himself, well mannered mamas boy. He was graduating high school this year with honors, and entering college as a sophomore to some prestigious private school with a full ride. He was the perfect son. You know, the kind of son most moms coddle well up into his forties. The siblings couldn’t have been more opposite, but surprisingly they still managed to mesh well.
“I brought your favorite loser, now move outta the way.” Touya said, lifting the plastic bag towards you. Letting out a high pitched “eek”. Your stomach rumbled in glee, the smell of the crispy wings wafting into your nostrils had your Cotten mouth watering. “Touya you remembered!” You cheered, quickly snatching the bag to check its contents, pleased that they put the right amount of sauce this time.
“Wrong. You can thank ‘Sho-Sho’ for that.” The lanky boy mocked in a terrible impersonation of your voice, ruffling his brother’s hair before plopping on the couch. His lengthy inked finger’s drumming on the smooth velvet, whilst he searched for shows of no particular genre.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you Sho, you shouldn’t have.” You bombarded him. Having him stop mid step, his leg still outstretched, frozen from your cuddling bikini clad frame.
Unlike his brother, Sho was way more reserved and aloof. The slim boy wasn’t much of a smiler either, he’d always managed to carry a nonchalant aura to him. Whilst the twenty-six-year-old on the other hand wore a different smirk for every occasion.
“…”
You could see the smoke coming out of the younger boy’s ears, as he malfunctioned. He looked so lost, unsure of what to do, his arms hung in the air not wanting to touch your bare skin. Clearing his throat, he offered you a tight lipped smile. “No need to thank me y/n, I was just doing what you requested last time we met up—I know how you get.” He said, hugging you awkwardly. You were taken aback with his newfound gesture. Shoto had never hugged let alone displayed any type of affection to you before, his expression said calm but there was an odd twinkle to his eyes that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Weird.
The afternoon soon turned into early night. The sky now a hazy indigo as you guys zoomed through movie after movie. Your lemon pepper wings were no more. The empty container sitting alone on the living room coffee table, along with the two large bowls of popcorn you and Touya devoured as soon as the munchies set in. Shoto hardly eaten anything, he wasn’t one for the extracurricular activities.
You sat perched on the edge of the pool. Your arms cradling your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. The palm trees swayed dreamily to the whistle of the wind, rippling the cool water around your powder blue toes. The loud silence echoed the chattering of your teeth, your brown skin bumping up. “You cold” Touya asked, floating over to you. Half his face hidden under the water, leaving his electric blue eyes trained on you. His short white hair mimicking a fluffy cloud the way it floated around him.
You chuckled splashing water at him as you watched him creep closer. “Don’t even think about it Touy, I’m not falling for your tricks this time.”
He rose to his full height which put him at waist level with you, with him being in the deeper part of the pool. “What do you mean babe?” The eldest retorted, quickly grabbing your foot before you could retract it from another sudden splash. He studied your freshly painted toes, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin underside.
“No tricks up my sleeve today princess. Just love to see the look on my little brother’s face. Looks like someone’s gotta crush.”
You frowned. Quickly turning your head towards to other end of the pool to catch Shoto watching you intensely. His heterochromic irises narrowed in disbelief. Yet he stayed silent, laying back against the lounge chair. An arm now covering his face as he let out a low exhale.
His dramatic reaction had you realizing the predicament you were in. Sure, you’d flirted with both of the brothers before, but it was all in good fun. Unlike Touya, Shoto always kept his composure, never even batting an eyelash at your sly advances, could it be true that he was actually jealous?
Speaking of jealous, Touya’s arms were now wrapped around your trembling thighs, pulling himself closer to you. His silky hair tickling your skin as he made his head comfortable on your left thigh. It was quite obvious he was doing all of this to get a reaction out of his sibling. You scoffed, shooting glares down at the flirty boy.
“Liar, I find that very hard to believe, Shoto isn’t the type to have meaningless crushes.”
“Oh really…shall we test that theory?”
Your eyes locked on his mischievous ones curiously, making the mistake of arching your brow, giving the boy the perception that you were game for whatever he had in mind. Not that you weren’t, exactly.
“You know— I can see the outline of your pussy so clear from this angle. Been watching it this whole time without you even noticing— and huh, didn’t think it’d be that thick… makes me wonder what you’re really hiding under there.”
The older brother said all this while staring directly at your clothed sex. Which was now pulsing with excitement. He used his hands to spread your legs incredibly wide. Studying his subject intensely. You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him. Your face heating in embarrassment.
“Actually— makes me wonder how you’ll taste in my mouth.”
Your silence was stunned. Shooketh to your core. Your loins burned with lust, dark nipples peaking in tandem. Producing the very sweet slick Touya so greedily wanted to taste. You were conflicted, should you? Would you? Was it to soon? I mean you guys were great friends, you didn’t want to mess that up. But on the other hand, he’d initiated the perfect opening you just couldn’t pass up. Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous.
Whatever was left of your fading high instantly disappeared. You let out a shaky exhale, as Touya’s soft lips met the apex of your upper thigh, gently biting into your buttery brown skin. Tearing into the soft flesh like it was nothing more than a weightless marshmallow. He bit so deep you were sure he’d imprinted his canines for later on. A dry rumble of satisfaction made its way through his reddening chest, as he continued to snack on your flesh as if you actually were the sweet treat.
“God—Touya"
“-you wet for me already?” The boy interjected with a swift slide of your panties, a string of slime following, answering his question. His eyes never left your sobbing entrance. Taking the start of his index finger, he languidly dipped into you, spreading your pussy open. The lower lips squealing with saturated excitement.
He let out a shaky ‘fuck,’ meeting your gaze briefly before attempting to dive in. “Wait.” You pushed at his forehead causing him to let out huff, looking up at you in annoyance. “I- If I’m gonna do this I want him too…I want you both—show me who’s better.”
You could sense Touya was about to disagree by the deadpanned expression he wore. Everyone knew he wasn’t one to share, he was extremely territorial about his lovers. No way he’d share you with his little brother of all people. He studied you with unreadable eyes for a minute before shrugging. “If that’s what you want princess, I’ll go with it this time to satisfy this greedy pussy of yours— just this once though.” His words melted into your skin where his lips and tongue met, electrifying you. That was to easy, there was almost always a catch with Touya.
“But— “
And you stand correct
Only after I beat my brother, do I get to fuck the shit outta you, just you and me.” You inhaled sharply, as he slid the full length of his middle finger deep inside you. Finding the room to squirm in another digit before curling them tenderly, brushing up against your swollen patch of nerves. You moaned softly, as he fingered you into oblivion, your mind turning to simmering mush. To fucked out to conjure up any coherent thoughts. His slow torture beginning to wind the tight coil in your stomach. He was right to call you greedy. With the way your pussy was gobbling up his fingers, you were sure his whole hand would disappear and there’d be nothing left when he was done.
“Look at the way your falling apart Princess, shit. You like me breakin you down don’t ya-—such a nasty bitch creamin my fingers while my brother watches.” Your incoherent babbling for Touya to go ‘faster’ and 'deeper’ echoed through the fenced in backyard. Your back arched in ecstasy, as you withered onto the hard cool pavement. The sight of Shoto’s bare feet had you calling out to the boy. Making him stop in his tracks, almost creeping past the patio doors.
He did an about face grudgingly, removing an airpod as he waited for you to continue. “ShoSho please— ungh—don’t go, I need you.” Your sunken lids assessed the way the corner of his mouth quirked into a frown. Like a little boy. He was definitely jelly. “I- Look y/n I highly doubt that you need me” your heart throbbed painfully at his sarcasm. If only he knew how bad you really wanted him.
Touya tsked, rolling his eyes. Mouth sucking the cream off of his fingers before stuffing them back into your drooling hole.
“Nngh—Sho please, I do need you…my pussy needs you.”
It seemed like time stood still, as Sho stared into your eyes for an eternity. Searching for the sincerity in your pleas, before he was leaning over you. Soft Pink lips hovering over your darker hued ones, the pointed tip of his nose brushing against your chin. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, you could see the excitement brewing deep in his grey-blue eyes. He was practically vibrating with it. He gifted you a small smirk that had butterflies swarming your gut.
His lips met yours in a heated lip lock that was kind of awkward at first, with him kissing you upside down and all. But it didn’t take long for him to get into the rhythm of things. His spread hand scaled its way down your body, coming to rest on your abused cunt. He gave you a gentle smack, squeezing your slick lips between two fingers.
“Shit, Shoto” you whined, bucking up into his embrace.
From the combined touch of Touya’s skilled fingers as he scissored your pussy, his tongue sticking out in stern concentration. And Sho’s slow jerking of your erect bud, the pressure had you about to explode.
“Fuck y/n, ‘love the way I’m fuckin your pussy hmm Princess? Can feel you getting so tight for me, Fuck yeah” Touya rasped dryly. Chuckling erratically, like the grim reaper ready to snatch your soul.
“Ooh—mhm, yes m’ bout to cum, just like that Touy, just like that.”
Shoto grunted disgustedly. Your needy cry for his brother detested the absolute fuck out of him, wether he’d care to admit it or not. Purposely ripping away from your pebbled nipple. He gripped your jaw harshly, smacking a sloppy kiss on your pursed lips. A thin line of spit connecting you two.
“Fine. You better show me how much she 'needs’ me.” He spoke, a threatening undertone to his voice. At a leisure pace, he made his way down your body. Balancing his weight over you in a plank position. His rock hard shaft bobbing in your face, begging to be licked. The only thing preventing you from doing so were his annoying swimming trunks. The passionate urge to taste the salty stain of precum accumulating in his shorts swiftly subsided, once you felt the wet heat of his mouth around your pulsing clit.
You choked on your cries, unknowing of what to say. “Ahh—fuck Sho, I- can’t. I cant, t-to much.”
His, “Just shut the fuck up and cum.” Broke the the dam. The sudden switch of character you’d most likely expect from his brother, had your walls clamping down on Touya’s thick fingers violently. Your eyes clenched shut, tears escaping down your temples, wetting your sweated out edges.
Your whole being felt like it was on fire. A tingly euphoria had you descending into heaven. Your pussy violently forcing out your sweet juice, toes curled stiffly. Another second and you would’ve gotten rigor mortis. You didn’t realize your body was convulsing as hard as it was, crushing Touya’s wide shoulders with your thick thighs. The euphoric state you were experiencing had you floating in and out of consciousness as you came down to earth. Just in time to catch the end of the brother’s conversation.
“ShoSho who taught you how to go down like that, who would’ve known. I always pegged you for a 40 year old virgin”
“…please stop talking.”
“Fuck, that was amazing” you laughed breathlessly.
The older brother grinned sleazily, “You’re welcome Princess, it’s not unusual for me to make em squirt.” he bragged. His chest and lower face covered in said squirt. The liquid shone on his pale skin as it dripped from his lips and chin. Shoto shot his brother a dead glare, before removing himself from on top of you. Placing a tender kiss on your lips and nose before going to get one of the lounge pillows for your aching back.
“Sooo… that was nice and all but— it’s getting late. Thanks guys.” You chirped, ready to climb out the pool on shaky legs until Shoto roughly pushed your shoulders back down. Keeping you in place while Touya held onto your thigh firmly.
“Y/ns so funny isn’t she ShoSho, thinking she can just leave us all high and dry like this.”
“Quite the comedian” Shoto chimed in monotone. Slinking in the pool next to his brother.
Both of them looking feral but in different ways. Touya’s whole face lit up in glee, grin splitting from ear to ear. While only Shoto’s eyes appeared erratic, his lip twitching from its permeant straight line, like a smile was itching its way through. They both gripped one of your thighs, spreading them further apart, their shoulders brushing up against one another. You swallowed thickly. Your smooth nipples now hardening from their hungry gazes. “You said you wanted to see who’s better right, you pitted us against each other now ya gotta suffer the consequences, Princess.” The older brother broke the silence, now gripping your throat. Suffocating you. His smoky breath fanning across your face in an intoxicating haze.
“You got my dick all hard and you think I’m gonna just let you go like that. I’m still hungry baby, so why don’t you lay the fuck down and let me eat.” His voice ended in a growl, as he slammed your head back against the ground, knocking the wing outta you. Thank God Sho had gotten you that pillow or you’d be fucked out and concussed.
Your screams rang through the night sky. The brothers were currently toppling on top of one another, rushing to be the one to do the most damage to your poor cunt. You on the other hand were nearing your second orgasm. Touya was down below, kneading your ass roughly. his blunt nails dug painfully in both cheeks, keeping them spread wide for him. His pierced tongue spearing deep inside your tight sphincter, the cool metal ball tickling you, catching the remnants of saliva mixed cum that dribbled down from Shoto.
Meanwhile Shoto was making a mess of your pussy. His tongue ran flat against your clit, slurping slowly down to your quivering hole and back up again. He kept his eyes on you as he tore you apart. His hypnotic gaze had you wanting to look away. Face heating under the pressure, but you’d learned your lesson the first time you did, causing him to nip your clit faintly. He threatened for you to “keep your eyes on me, watch me devour your pussy” his words not yours.
You knew an order when you heard one.
Your overstimulated genitals clenched tightly, making it difficult for Touya to sneak his long digit inside you. “N-no” you screamed, doing your best to fight off their advances and failing. “Touya—no, ahh-stop, pl-ease!” Your feeble squeaks went unheard, drowned out by your assaulters’ low growls. And yet his throaty rumbles were swallowed by Shoto’s lewd slurps, as he feasted on your pussy like a man that hadn’t eaten in weeks.
No?” The tatted assaulter considered with a deep chuckle. “Did I hear that right Sho. No huh, No, baby?” His finger wormed its way inside, only settling when he reached the hilt. You groaned, your tight ass doing its best to push him out, in the end accepting defeat as his powerful thrusts fought against the strained muscle. “Just ‘cept it princess, take it, gotta stretch you out for later ‘member.” He joined a second finger, pounding into you at full speed now, proving his point.
“Don’t ever let me hear that shit come outta your fucking mouth ever again, am I clear?”
“Y-yes, yes Touy-— Ima take it daddy.” You shrieked. The weird sensation infesting your body, your breathing was haggard from your hyperventilating, causing you to see stars. The brothers switched positions once more. Eventually settling between your legs, both boys attacking your cunt, pulling and sucking on your swollen lips. Their hums, smacks, sucks and slurps were sinfully pornographic as their slimy tongues clashed in dominance over you. It was downright disgusting, and yet it had you about to see Jesus.
Pushing both of their heads deeper into your cunt you fucked their faces. your clit tingling every time it bumped against a pointed nose or swollen lip.
Ohh—godd, f-uuck”, you’re pretty sure by this point you had woken the neighbors a long time ago with your persistent screaming. Your fragile ribs strained against the thin skin that confined them, while you struck the most beautiful arch your weak ass could muster. Mouth open wide in a silent scream.
“Shit y/n that’s right, cum on my tongue, cream it baby” that sounded a lot like Sho, but with the deafening ringing in your ears you couldn’t really tell.
After a brief moment your body relaxed, slumping back down but still shaking furiously. You continued to swim in ecstasy while they finished you off. Lapping up your residue, encouraging you with soft kisses and gentle affirmations along the lines of—“relax” and “you did such a good job” even “we can’t wait to fuck you.” Your coffee brown eyes fell, heavy with exhaustion. Shoto gathered you quickly, carrying you inside and gently placing you on the bed, while Toya straightened things up. Trailing behind you two, a sultry film washed over his face, ice blue eyes low and dangerous. His veins popping out as he stroked his freed dick with earnest. The shiny vertical beads jutting out on either side of Touya’s tip, contrasted very nicely against the deep pink of his sensitive skin. You admired the sexy aesthetic it brought to the boy, not to mention how he was leaking like a faucet. His gesture was saying a lot, and nothing all at the same time. Yet you understood to message clear as day. You weren’t sure what tomorrow had in store nor did you care, all you knew was that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight. This was going to be an interesting break.
Katsuki is the proud owner of a 2022 Mercedes G-Wagon. Painted matte black with black rims and orange leather interior.
His car is super clean and always smells good.
Permanent new car smell — fresh leather and wealth
Keeps a an emergency preparedness bag in the trunk.
He never lets you drive his vehicle — don’t even ask.
The one time you hinted at wanting to get behind the wheel he looked at you like you grew an extra head.
“Hah? You think I’d let your dumbass drive my baby ?”
Doesn’t matter how much you pout he won’t budge but he smirk at you cause your lips look cute all poked out and shiny with glass.
Excellent driver — does that thing where he looks at you instead of the road.
“Ya nervous ?” He’d ask , grinning ferally as he grips the back of your neck with his free hand. Confident as ever as he stares you down, daring you to doubt his abilities. His heart jumps a little when you smile back and say “No , I trust you Katsuki”.
He loves getting head while driving. It makes him feel powerful.
He’ll be cruising down the highway, seat back and legs spread while he pushes you further down his shaft.
Will come without warning and expect you to swallow everything.
If you spill even a drop he’ll be punishing you severely at home.
Eijiro Kirishima❤️
I know for a fact that this man drives a Jeep Wrangler with the doors removed— FIGHT ME.
His car is clean enough.
Lots of empty water bottles and protein bar wrappers.
Keeps extra shirts (sleeveless of course) in case he rips his from his quirk.
His car smells like his cologne.
Never let’s you drive but not in a condescending way , it’s because he’s a gentleman!
“Baby— it wouldn’t be manly to let you drive. You’re my Princess !”
Holds the door open for you to get in and comes around to open it when you get out.
His truck is lifted pretty high so he has to pick you and place you on the seat
Very concerned with your safety so he keeps both hands on the wheels at all times.
He’d never touch you while he was driving but that doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself.
“Spread your legs wider baby. Just like that — fuckkkk~” His knuckles turn white from his harsh grip on the wheel. Erection pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans. He can’t help but bite his lip while listening to your sultry moans. “Come on baby. Two more fingers. No no , don’t whine. You can do it. Wanna be ready for me , yeah ? Wanna be able to take all daddy’s dick?”
Drives home as quickly as possible and encourages you to cum as many times as you want. Pretending to be nice but he really wants you to overstimulate yourself so you can be nice and stupid while he pounds your cunt.
Denki Kaminari
Don’t quote me on this but I can see Denki driving a black mustang with a yellow lightning bolt on the hood.
The car has to be extremely loud and out there. A direct reflection of his personality.
Upon first glance this vehicle is impeccable.
All shiny and bright. Not a scratch or scuff on the paint.
But open the door and I guarantee you’ll find that one sneaker he’s been missing for like a month.
Clothes , shoes , candy , condom wrappers — ALLADAT just on the floor and the backseat.
“Don’t worry about it babe. It adds character!”
No sir , it adds to your chances of getting a ringworm but I digress.
He’ll definitely let you drive if you ask.
Likes to take the time to admire your profile when you’re focused on the rode.
Will push your hair behind your ear and tell you how beautiful you look.
Definitely loves to feed you while you drive.
Most of the candy wrappers are from lollipops that he’d shoved into your cunt two blocks ago then pulled it out at the stoplight and started to fuck your throat.
It’s a fun time.
Sero Hanta
You can’t tell me that Pro Hero Cellophane doesn’t drive a black on black Hummer. ☹️
Fuck the environment— he’s rich and wants to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Much like Bakubro , he keeps his car spotless.
Gets it maintenanced regularly.
Very serious about his vehicle it’s his baby.
Definitely keeps several packs of gum and cologne in his console to mask the smell of
Always hotboxing.
Never lets you drive but loves to rest his hand on your upper thigh while he drives.
Glancing at you out of the corner of his low red eyes and pinching your flesh whenever he turns a corner.
“Somethin’ wrong, mi amor? You keep squirming.” Grinning he squeezes the soft flesh of your upper thigh, skirting dangerously close to the crotch. “Hanta~” you whine, trying to position his hand closer to your heat. The two of you’d been driving for 25 minutes and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from just watching him. The pure neediness in your voice had his dick stirring in his pants. “Okay baby I know what you need.”
Deft fingers would slide underneath the thin fabric to move though your damp folds.
Several Spanish words intermix with r&b music and your soft moans.
You were so wet that he just couldn’t control himself anymore.
So he pulled into a nearby parking tower and drove to the top floor.
Sero kisses you sensually, sucking on your tongue and lips until your mouth feels bruise.
He groans when he sees the line of Saliva connecting you.
Quickly he rids himself of the seatbelt and exits then vehicle and like a gentlemen he comes to open your door ass well.
The hood of the car is still pretty warm from driving so it’s not a problem when he lays you on your back and dives face first into your pretty little pussy.
Doesn’t give a fuck who sees him.
Will suck on your clit until your legs are trembling.
When he feels like you’ve had enough he’ll flip you on your stomach to pound you under the sunset.
Bonus!Hitoshi Shinsou
In my mind Shinny Pooh is an honorary member of the Bakusquad.
Yeah he’s friends with Deku nem but oddly he finds comfort in the rowdiness of this friend group.
So to keep things simple we’re gonna have Toshi driving a motorcycle.
Idk what kind but maybe something like a Harley with low seats the would all him to sit behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder.
Likes to let you hold one of the bars so he run his big hand underneath your shirt and squeeze your tummy.
He’ll whisper in your ear that he can’t wait to fill you up and put a baby in here.
Says he loves seeing your tummy bulge when you’re full of dick and cum.
Smirks against your skin when he hears how heavy you’re breathing — knowing that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.
Waits until you’re at a stoplight surrounded by cars to pull your earlobe between his teeth and whisper “cum”.
Now all these innocent bystanders have witness the girlfriend of ProHero Mindbreak cum untouched.
Friends … Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that’s too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn’t it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk …. pervy
18+NSFW|MDNItw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of “spunk", pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy
Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.
What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?
Anger.
Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.
If I even still have a job in the morning.
Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.
You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!
You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.
“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—
Wait a minute.
Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?
“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”
Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.
Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…
Well, that was a different story.
The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything.That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.
“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.
Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.
“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.
The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.
Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—
“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…
But you had other plans.
You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.
All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.
It was fun too.
He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.
“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.
The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.
Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.
Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.
Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.
He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.
You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.
So imagine if dabi had a long Mohawk that reached his shoulders blades and he usually kept it thrown to one side of his head and instead of burns on his face he had tattoos that covered some of the burns but kept the rest on his body. His hair would always shield the two of you as he absolutely tongue fucked your mouth. So having him fuck you in an alley means no one can see your face but they can see glimpses of your pussy ass he rails you and they can hear your moans and cries as well.
“Shit your so loud now that no one can see your face. Such a little whore for me. I could fuck you in front of the hero commission and you wouldn’t care as long as they couldn’t see how fucked out you look while you take my cock. I wanna see where else I can fuck you at. Pretty cock slut.”
Finally, after long, I am back on my stead (hopefully posting more from now on), but as Valentine’s Day is approaching, I’d like to open my ValentineEvent!Now, the event will be divided in two parts: first part will be a NSFW Match -Up that will have few rules and unfortunately not a lot of opportunities (so grab it while you can - I won’t be doing any request which arrives after the set deadline which you can find in the Rules); and the second one will be a special week-event like for White Day, following the ending of the match up consisting of randomly selected characters and prompts I’ll ask you to send in in the span of a week (more on this in the weeks to come).
#Rules for the NSFW MU ♡
•To participate in the NSFW MATCH UP you have to be 18 or over.
—your preferred fandom (if not specified, I’ll do it to my own discretion within the fandoms I write for).
Optional:
—whether you would like a nsfw visual;
— a kink / fantasy / wet dream - headcanon you have;
—anything about yourself you are comfortable sharing!
And I will match you up with a man who would satisfy your most deep yearnings, not making you get a wink of sleep making one of your hidden fantasy reality instead.
I’ll be taking requests until the 9th of February (8th February 23:59:59 CET). Requests sent in after this date will not be fulfilled.
Thank you for each one of those who will decide to participate.
I have compiled a list of smut prompts/phrases from multiple different lists. For my drabble game, send up to 3 for any member of Ateez. In addition to smut, you may specify an extra genre such as angst, fluff, comedy, or whatever. Also, you may include a trope or an AU, like college au, idol au, neighbors au, coffee shop au, etc., or any existing story universes I have written if you would like. Since these are reader insert drabbles, please include reader’s pronouns!
“I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
“I love it when you moan my name”
“Just a little harder”
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“No panties?”
“I want you now”
“Use your tongue”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I can’t sleep without you here”
“Do you like that?”
“You need a place to stay for the night?”
“Spend the night with me”
“You can get louder, can’t you?”
“Look what you do to me.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Open your mouth.”
“If you want to come, you better beg.”
“That feels so good.”
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Strip. Now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“This is a one-time thing.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Get on your hands and knees, right now.”
“I just want to please you”
“All of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“I love it when you kiss my neck.”
“Don’t be gentle.”
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”
“You wanna have sex with me?”
“You’re not going out dressed like that”
“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”
“Make me.”
“You’re mine.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“This is new.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Like what you see?”
“Stay quiet”
“I told you to stay still.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“You feel so good.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Maybe I need to remind you of your place.”
“I think I’ve made my intentions clear.”
“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know a workout you might actually enjoy.”
“I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I want it to hurt.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
“I just want to feel something.”
“I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door.”
“Wanna join?”
“Mind if I join?”
“I’m either joining or watching, you pick.”
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“No. I’m supposed to make you feel good.”
“Stop teasing me so much”
“Bed. Now.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Did I say you could stop?”
“First one to make a noise loses”
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
“These walls are pretty thick which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.”
“Mine.”
“We can’t do that here.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
“Watch me.”
“If you can’t sleep… how about we have sex?”
“Put that thing away.”
“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“Tell me what you want”
“Y-you’re not…. w-wearing anything under that are you?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?”
“There is no way anyone is that innocent.”
“You taste like fucking candy.”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“You make a sound and it’s game over.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?”
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Want help with that?”
“Shut up!” “Why don’t you come over here and make me!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“We’re not just friends and you know it.”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just…. you’re mine.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me that again.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”
“Say it.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget that guy’s name.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Wanna fuck?”
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”
“How do I look?”
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”
“We’re…. just friends.”
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“Friends don’t know the way you taste.”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“Think you could warm me up?”
“Touch me and you lose.”
“There are people here.”
“I want him to fuck you, so you know I can do it better.”
“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.”
“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”
“I don’t know what to do.” “Then let me teach you.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“Wanna bet?”
“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“If we get caught, I’m killing you.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” “Yes, it is.”
“Show me.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“I forgot my towel.”
“You’re naked, aren’t you?”
“Take it off slowly.”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.”
“I hope you know what that implies.”
“No one can ever find out about this.”
“Are these handcuffs?”
“Miss me?”
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t feel like sleeping.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Why so shy?”
“Will you let us fuck you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel really good.”
“You’re the one who aroused me, so let’s have some fun.”
“Why don’t we move this to the bed?”
“Would you like to go somewhere a little private?”
“I know the fastest way to release anxiety.”
“These are so wet. Aren’t you going to remove them?”
“Is this too much?”
“I need you. Now.”
“This feels dirty…” “Because it is.”
“Fuck.” “Already did.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”
“Move your hands.”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
“I dare you to fuck ____.”
“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one.”
“Hey, you awake?”
“I want you… here… right now.”
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it like you always do.”
“Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”
“Your lips make me wonder what you taste like.”
“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”
“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”
“Lay back.”
“I can’t believe how wet you are already.”
“Oh fuck me.” “That’s the plan.”
“The night’s still young.”
“Did I stutter?”
“It’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later.”
“I just took a shower, but I don’t mind taking a second one with you.”
“The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“I love being with you like this.”
“I know you think about me at night.”
“Choose me.”
“Stop biting that fucking lip.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Can you not keep that damn tongue in your mouth?”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Just once.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“No one needs to know.”
“You were always the quiet one.”
“I had a dream like this once…”
Prompt Smut is back!
How will it work this time?
»I’ll be taking a maximum of FIVE prompts for each fandom, and I won’t be doing repeat characters (sorry!).
Apart from this limitations, you can just pick a character andsend it in an ask, with the number of the prompt you want, (please specify if you want specific pronouns), choosing from the ones here above! Please stay tuned for the requests. And now, enjoy!
Going back home after a night out, dizzy, no worries or inhibitions in your system, to sunder into your boyfriend’s bed, kiss his cheek and find his cock as he stirs awake and you masturbate him, making him harder and harder until he wakes fully up, and deadpan looks at you in the eyes: “You had fun, at the gathering,” he states sleepily but enjoying the attention his shaft is getting from your hand. You smile at him, because you both know he’s right, but the only thing you can think about right know is how must it feel good to sit on his girthy cock and ride him until you’re a panting mess.
“Yes,” you answer hastily, as you take off your clothes. “But my favourite part is just about to start,” you conclude as your lips clash together and it’s a matter of moments that you find yourself being split into, and your boyfriend drilling into your hole as if that was his life call.
Exposure to a tainted batch of a new supplement designed for female heroes - pits Bakugou v Shouto. They’ll be rescued by their mates. Fantastic art by @anowlfulpun
Pairings:Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / minor Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / minor Bakugou x fem!reader x Todoroki
Summary: Katsuki was tired. All he wanted was to relax on the sofa and forget the last sixteen hours had happened but you have other ideas. Shoto’s out of town and there is something you have wanted to try with the angry blond for quite some time. So you placed the dog ears and collar on the bed and waited, already imagining how good he will look on his knees and begging for it.
Part of the Twos Company, Threes a Crowd series. Master list can be found here but can be read on own.
Katsuki was exhausted.
It had been a long day filled with villains that just wouldn’t give up. A large group of about forty lowlifes had swarmed the city. It had been a planned attack, teams of five hitting various banks across the city in hopes of overwhelming the heroes and getting away with at least something.
They hadn’t counted on the hero’s quick reaction time though but they had been caught short with about a dozen of their best hero’s out of town at a training camp for up and coming hero’s. Shoto and Deku among them. It had taken hours but eventually they managed to track them all down and got them into police custody.
Groaning Katsuki slumped back against the lift wall, trying to take some of his weight of his aching feet. He had never been so grateful that they had gotten an apartment so close to the agency as he was right now. The ten minute walk had seemed to take ages but it was a damn sight better than the hour it used to take to get to the old one.
A pained grunt had Katsuki cracking open his tired eyes to watch the women across from him. She looked just as tired as he felt, leaning her side against the wall and her head pressing against the metal. She had her phone in her hand, fingers moving quickly across the screen. Katsuki could only assume she was talking to Shoto, the other man probably having freaked out when news of the attack reached him. He should message him as well, confirm that he was alive and not broken in any way but it seemed like too much effort to drag his phone from his pocket. The lift chimed signalling they had arrived on their floor and wordlessly the two of them shuffled from the lift and made their way down to the far end of the corridor.
Katsuki dug his keys out of his pocket, Y/N still texting away in her phone and not really paying much attention to anything else. Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder what she and half and half were talking about. The other man normally only gave short answers that consisted of as few words as he could get away with. Any conversation with him was normally over in a matter of seconds, not minutes.
Grunting Katsuki shouldered the door open, letting her slip in first before he followed after, closing it behind him with a soft click. He kicked his shoes of and nudged them against the wall as he pulled his jacket off and hanging it up.
He felt arms wrapped around his middle, her small frame pressing against his back. Katsuki lent into the touch, feeling some of his tension start to ease. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I will make some tea”. Her voice was soft as she spoke, not that much louder than a whisper but it seemed to echo in the small space of the hall way. “Yeah. Sounds good” he whispered back, his own large hands coming up to rub gently at hers. She placed a quick kiss to the back of his neck before she pulled away, disappearing around the corner to start her task.
Sighing Katsuki tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he just stood there for a second. It felt like the first time he had actually stopped all day, finally able to relax now that he was home. He was just Katsuki here, Ground Zero left behind on the other side of the door. Just plain, old, ordinary Katsuki, without the expectations of a whole country in his shoulders.
Taking a deep breath he turned to make his own way into the apartment. Y/N had turned the lamp on in the living room, a faint yellow glow making it seem warm and inviting. She was already in the kitchen, pulling cups from the cupboard as the kettle boiled. She hadn’t turned any lights on instead using the dim light of the lamp in the living room to see what she was doing.
“I won’t be long” he mumbled as he walked past heading into the small corridor that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. He went to the bedroom first. He flipped the light on, pulling off his cloths as he made his way inside and stuffing them into the washing hamper. He sent a quick text to Shoto confirming he was okay before chucking his phone on the bed. Rifling through his draws he pulled out a clean pair of sweatpants, chucking them over his shoulder as he made his way from the room.
He walked naked down to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the cupboard as he went. He turned the shower up high, letting steam fill the room before he stepped under the spray. He hissed as the hot water hit his aching muscles, his skin turning pink almost instantly. He braced his hands against the smooth tiles, letting his head fall forward under the spray.
He stood like that for a few moments, letting the water run over him as he just breathed, trying not to think about anything. Eventually he shoved himself away from the wall, turning slightly to grab the body wash and sponge off the shelf in the corner. He was methodical and quick as he cleaned himself of the days’ worth of grime that cling to his skin, the tension easing in his shoulders with every second he spent under the spray. By the time he stepped out of the shower Katsuki felt almost human again. He wrapped the towel around his waist before stepping up to the sink and rubbing the condensation away from the mirror to get a good look at himself.
His hair sat flat on his head, the water weighing it down. His skin was flushed pink from the heat but he didn’t look as tired as he thought he would, the shower clearly having done something to rejuvenate him. His muscles glistened in the dim light, water sliding down his chest and defund abs, disappearing into the top of the towel.
Huffing he pulled the towel from around his waist to dry himself, rubbing vigorously at his hair in an attempt to get it as dry as possible. Once satisfied he pulled on his sweats and made his way back to the bedroom, still rubbing at his hair. Once in the room he dumped to towel in the basket with the rest of his cloths before going to grab a tank top from his draws.
By now Y/N should have the tea made and maybe if he was lucky he could convince her to order take out so the two of them could spend the evening curled up on the sofa watching crappy reruns. The sound of his phone chiming reminded him that he had text Shoto and that the other man had probably replied by now. He pulled his top on as he turned, making his way to the bed, but it wasn’t just his phone waiting for him there.
Frowning he lent forward, picking the other two items up gingerly. “What the hell” he mumbled turning them over in his hands. “There for you” came a soft reply and Katsuki turned to find Y/N lent casually against the door frame. She had changed whilst he had been in the shower, now clad in nothing but one of Shoto’s oversized jumpers. She always wore his clothes when he wasn’t there and Katsuki new she did the same with his when he was gone but it didn’t stop the little hum of possessiveness running though his veins. Every instinct telling him to do something to lay claim to her as well, to mark her and his.
Slowly he turned his head back to the items in his hands, her words not really sinking in. He held a thin black headband with two ash blond ears on top that he just knew would match the colour of his own hair perfectly. They were soft and pointy, almost like cat ears but bigger. In the other he held a red collar, the leather soft under his fingers and Katsuki could tell it was of high quality just from the feel of it. On the side was a silver B and K, the letters reflecting the light from the bulbs above.
Brows furrowed in confusion he turned back to the women in the door, not really understanding what she was after. Sighing she pushed herself away from the door and made her way towards him, talking as she did so. “We made a deal Katsuki and I won fair and square. This is what I want” her voice stayed calm and level as she spoke, as if she was explaining something to a child.
Slowly she plucked the head band out of his hands and stood on her toes to slide it on to his head, humming her approval as she stepped back to admire her work. As if a switch had been thrown Katsuki’s mind finally caught up with what was going on.
They had made a deal. Whoever caught the most villains could ask the other for one thing and they would have to comply regardless of what was asked. Well as long as the request was within reason. She had won, catching fourteen villains to his eleven but the bet had been the last thing on his mind.
In his stunned silence she had taken the collar from him, reaching up to slip it round his neck and pulling it snug against his neck. She stepped back again, waiting for him to say something but he still couldn’t find his words. Slowly he lifted a hand to rub gently over the leather and his neck. It felt odd, the leather feeling strangely heavy, pressed tight enough against his skin that he couldn’t even get his little finger behind it but lose enough not to restrict his breathing at all. “What colour?” She asked gently, a hand coming to cup his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing. Swallowing Katsuki’s eyes locked with her, searching for any sign of ill intent but only finding love and understanding. She was offering him a way out.
Depending on what he said, this night could go one of two ways.
If he said red she would take it off of him, pack it all away and they would spend the evening how Katsuki had imaged, never to speak of this again. But if he said green? If he said green it would mean handing over all control to the women in front of him.
Now, he knew she would never do anything he would be uncomfortable with or could potentially hurt him. Knew that she would make it as good for him as it would be for her. He had seen her with Shoto after all. Seen the way she commanded him and he would melt under her touch and beg for anything she would offer him but when it came to Katsuki he was always the one in control. He had a firm grasp on every aspect of his life and didn’t like it when something was taken out of his control. This extended into their sex life, Katsuki always being the dominate one but was he ready to give that up? If only for a night.
He let out a long shuddering breath, eyes closing as he tried to calm his nerves. Once he felt more in control he opened his eyes, locking them with hers and spoke the one word that would seal his fate for the night. “Green”. She smiled widely up at him before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Katsuki sighed into the touch, enjoying the simplicity of it but too soon she was pulling away from him.
She sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs one over the other. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something but he didn’t know what she wanted from him. “I don’t recall dogs standing on two feet” she huffed out in annoyance, a delicate eyebrow raised at him as she waited for him to act.
Swallowing his normal snaky reply, he rubbed his sweat covered hands on his legs before he sank to his knees in front of her. “Good dog” she purred and Katsuki turned his head to the side, a deep flush spreading across his nose and cheeks. He clenched his jaw, nails digging into his legs slightly from where his hands rested on his legs. “Come here”. It was strange how her voice could stay so light and friendly whilst still being commanding. It had Katsuki turning to her to see that she had uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide enough for him to fit between.
Slowly he shuffled forward on his knees, until her knees were about level with his shoulders. He kept his eyes cast down and head turned to the side, almost ashamed to look up at her. He felt her hand slip into his hair, carefully avoiding the ears so as not to knock them off. She scratched gently at his scalp, her hand slipping down to scratch behind his ear. Katsuki closed his eyes again but this seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Her hand slipped round to his chin, gripping it tightly between her finger and thumb.
“Look at me” she commanded and Katsuki opened his eyes, glaring at her from the corner of his eyes. She wasn’t smiling anymore and Katsuki felt a small wave of panic wash over him. Had he upset her somehow? Ruined her game before it could really get started? Sure he was embarrassed, any one in his situation would be and he was angry about how she had him flushing already but he didn’t mean to ruin this. He didn’t want her feeling that they couldn’t continue. Huffing she used the grip on his jaw to turn his head towards her. “So defiant. Maybe you need a little encouragement hum?” Katsuki frowned, confused as to what she meant but he didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Her foot brushed against his half hard dick, her toes curling around the head through his sweatpants. Katsuki’s eyes widened at the sudden contact, letting out a noise somewhere between a moan and a shocked gasp. He hadn’t even realised he was getting hard, so caught up in his nerves and embarrassment to really notice he was getting something else out of this. She continued to work her foot against him until he was fully hard, his dick tenting the front of his sweats. When she moved her foot he whined, hips jerking forward in a vain attempt for more friction.
She laughed at his pathetic display, shooting him a quick wink before letting go of his chin to lean back again. She started at him for a long few minutes, her eyes dragging over his body and taking him all in. Katsuki tried not to squirm but it was difficult, her intense gaze feeling like a carrels on his skin.
“Somethings missing” she mumbled, brows furrowed in concentration. Suddenly she clicked her fingers, smiling again as she leant forward. Katsuki watched as she rolled up the sleeve of her borrowed jumper to reveal a strip of red leather wound around her wrist. Quickly she pulled it off, Katsuki not realising what it was until he saw the little silver clip at the end.
He leant back slightly, eyes wide and stuck on the leash in her hands. It seemed to match the collar perfectly, the silver clip gleaming in the light but it was the other end that was wrapped around her fist that held his attention. The red stood out beautifully against her skin and he could just imagine her tugging on it in her pleasure filled bliss.
Nervously Katsuki licked at his dry lips, caught somewhere between arousal and shame. Taking a deep breath he tipped his head back slightly, exposing his neck and the collar around it, giving her promotion to continue.
Smirking she leans forward, clipping the end of the leash onto his collar. As soon as it was attached she yanked on it and Katsuki jerked forward, his hands scrambling to her legs to stop himself from crashing face first into the bed. They were so close now, Katsuki’s face just inches from hers. He growled low and menacing as he looked up at her. He couldn’t miss the gleam of excitement that flashed through her eyes if he tried, nor the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
He was breathing heavily, his own tongue mimicking hers as he contemplated his next move. He wanted to kiss her, knew that she would welcome it by the way her eyes kept flickering down to his lips, but the question was for how long? She was supposed to be in charge so would him acting out get him punished? Was a few blissful seconds worth whatever awaited his disobedience?
The choice was taking out of his control by his phone chiming. Instantly she pulled away to sit up, her grip on the leash loosening. Katsuki huffed in frustration, sitting back down on his heals as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was going to kill whoever had sent that text.
“Shoto wants to know why you haven’t answered him”. Katsuki let out a low growl at the mention of the other man, rolling his eyes in a show of his annoyance. She laughed, gently yanking on the leash until he turned to look at her. “What do you say pet? Should we tell him?” Katsuki’s eyes widened at the suggestion, choking on his own spit in his surprise. She lent in closer again, the side of her nose dragging against his. “Or better yet, why don’t we show him?” She purred against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them before she pulled back again.
He watched as she lifted his phone, the small light above the camera flashing signalling that she was recording. “Say hello pet” she commanded but he couldn’t do it, shame at the prospect of the other man seeing him like this swelling in his chest. Instead he turned his head to the side, jaw set and growling slightly. There was a sharp tug on the leash and he jerked forward again, his hands once again going to her legs to steady himself. “Don’t make me ask twice” she sounded calm and collected as she commanded him to obey and Katsuki fucking shattered.
He could feel the blush hot and spreading over his cheeks and nose. He felt so ashamed, humiliated even at what she was asking, the shame of the whole situation sinking into him like a punch to the gut. But he couldn’t deny that his erection hadn’t flagged at all through this. Couldn’t deny that underneath all the other emotions arousal hummed through his veins. His eyes darted up to hers as he growled out his words. “Hello Shoto”. As soon as he said it she smiled wide, the light on the camera going off as she sent the video to the other man.
Placing the phone by her side she leaned in again. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He wanted to snap at her but he bit at the inside if his lip instead, growling softly. “I think you deserve a reward” she sounded so fucking chipper as she spoke but Katsuki was confused. It must have shown on his face as spoke again. “Good dogs get rewards, no?” To emphasise her words she tapped him gently on the end of his noise with her finger. Out of habit Katsuki jerked back from the touch, scowling up at her. Laughing she moved closer to the edge of the bed. She lifted one leg up to drape it over his shoulder and yanked him forward with a quick tug of the leash.
Suddenly Katsuki found himself just inches away from her gloriously bare pussy and he knew exactly what his reward was. Slowly he started to run his hand up her leg, finally glad to be on familiar territory. But it didn’t last long. The leg that wasn’t over his shoulder jerked up, knocking his hand away. “Dogs don’t have hands” she stated matter of factly. Katsuki growled but placed his hands back on his thighs.
Once she was satisfied she pulled him closer, her heal digging into his shoulder and urging him forward. He didn’t need to be told twice what he was expected to do now.
Leaning in closer he placed a few gentle kisses along the inside of her thigh, his teeth just lightly scratching along the delicate flesh as he went. She let out a small moan, spreading her legs just that little more for him. Once he was close enough he dragged the tip of his nose along the edge of his folds, filling his senses with her sweet sent. He licked at his lips, already hungry for her taste.
Slowly he dragged his tongue along her folds, gently pushing down. They both moaned as he got his first taste of her. He felt her shift, her hold on the leash going slack as she feel back to lay on the bed. Katsuki took it as permission to continue.
Hungrily he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in quick succession. She cried out again, the sound music to his ears and spurring him on. He sucked and nipped at her, his hands clenching on his thighs as he fought the urge to thrust two of his fingers deep inside her, just the way she liked.
He didn’t know who it was frustrating more, him or her but he knew how to give her some sort of relief. Curling his tongue Katsuki pushed it inside of her, shoving his face as tight against as he could to get his tongue as deep as possible.
He started a quick and unforgiving pace, switching from fucking her with his tongue to licking and sucking at her clit. She was grinding against his face, moaning and crying out for more. He could feel her walls trembling around him, trying to clench down on his tongue as he worked her closer to her climax.
He was hungry for it, desperate to taste her release on his lips. Just knowing that he had been able to get her off with just his mouth had Katsuki feeling smug. But in his haste he made a mistake, he bit down to hard, his teeth catching on her clit a little sharper than they had before.
She hissed out in pain, the leg that had been draped over his shoulder jerking forward so she could push him back with her foot. Katsuki fell back, sprawling across the floor, only just getting his hands behind him to stop him from falling completely. His chest was heaving as he started to panic. He watched with wide eyes as she sat up and glared down at him.
“Shit! I’m sorry. I just…” he was cut off as she yanked hard on the leash, the soft leather digging in slightly as he was jerked forward. He didn’t have time to cry out though as her hand connected with his cheek, his head snapping to the side. His cheek stung from the slap, leaving him stunned from the sudden blow. She gave another sharp tug on the leash and this time Katsuki did cry out, his hands darting up to brace himself on her legs.
She grabbed his chin, forcing his head round to look at her. She was looking down at him with dark angry eyes, her glair harsh and cutting. Katsuki found himself letting out as small whimper, trying to shrink back from her angry gaze but her hold on his chin and the leash prevented him from being able to move. “Dogs that bite get muzzled” she hissed angrily at him before shoving him back to the floor again.
Katsuki stayed there in a heap, eyes wide and trembling slightly as he watched her get up and go to her draws. He felt the first real tendrils of fear grabbing him as his mind went back to the first sports festival he had taken part in at U.A and the metal muzzle they had forced on him. It had been horrible, humiliating and live on TV for all to see. When it had finally been taken off he had felt sick and had promised himself that he wouldn’t let something like that happen again.
Having found what she was looking for she turned back to him. She crouched down next to him, the harsh look from before having faded slightly too just unimpressed. “Such a lovely colour. It will stand out so pretty against those red cheeks of yours” she purred softly, lifting her hand so Katsuki could see what was in it.
At first he was confused by the black mass in her hand but as she let it go to dangle from her delicate fingers he finally understood. It was a gag of sorts. A thick strip of black leather that did up with a silver buckle around the back. There was a larger piece of leather round the front that would probably completely cover Katsuki’s mouth but it was what was attached to that part that held Katsuki’s attention. One side had a small dick shaped nub sticking out of it, probably only long enough to keep his tongue down and not even wide enough to stretch his lips. On the other side was a full sized dildo. It was probably about as long as Shoto’s dick with a girth closer to Katsuki’s. He swallowed audibly, eyes wide in shock and unable to look away.
Huffing she stood and made her way back to the bed. She sat at the edge again, legs spread and leaning back on her arms. The gag still hung from her fingers, swinging slightly from her movements. She didn’t say anything, didn’t demand him into action or pull him to her with the leash that hung down against his chest. She just watched him, waiting for him to do something.
As he stared back at her, her words finally registered. She had said colour and red so close together and he knew that was her way of giving him a way out. She was waiting for him to decide how he wanted to continue and he was grateful for that. His erection had flagged a little when she had first mentioned muzzle but now that he could see what she meant he was starting to feel the stirrings of arousal again. Sure he was shaking and all his nerves felt frayed at the edges but he still wanted to know what came next. What she had planned for him. The fact that she was waiting for him had him feeling calmer, reminding him that though she was deciding what happened he was still the one in control. He had the power to end this whenever he wanted to.
Taking a deep breath to steady his racing hart Katsuki began to move, crawling over to her on his hands and knees until he was back between her legs. This time she gently curled her fingers around his chin, delicately tipping his head back so she could look at him. Her eyes darted over his face, almost like she was searching for something. Whatever she found had her smiling softly down at him.
“Open” she commanded, her voice soft and gentle. Obediently he opened his mouth wide, his eyes never leaving hers as she leant forward. She slid the small end across his lips and into his mouth, pushing it in until the leather was flat against the bottom half of his face. Once in Katsuki closed his mouth around it, holding it in place as she lent closer so she could reach behind him and do the thing up. She pulled it tight, making sure it was snug against his face.
She pulled back to look at him and Katsuki felt himself blush again. It felt odd having this thing attached to him, the leather soft yet firm against his lips, the rubber in his mouth not uncomfortable just strange. Katsuki had sucked dick before but this felt different. It wasn’t as long and though it was smooth it wasn’t as soft, the material not really giving as he pushed his tongue up. Then there was the taste. He could still taste her in his mouth but it was quickly disappearing, being replaced by the strange bitter tang of the gag.
Smiling she leaned forward, her lips stretching around the end of the dildo as she sank down on it till her nose brushed against his. Katsuki went cross eyed as he watched her sink down onto it before pulling back, leaving a light covering of saliva on it. Katsuki’s dick twitched.
She took hold of the leash again and leaned back, keeping herself propped up so she could watch. She lifted her leg again and placed it on his shoulder, keeping her other one against the bed. Katsuki shifted waiting for her to tell him to go, his red eyes watching her intently. “Hands behind your back”. He growled, annoyed at her request but he still lifted his hands from where they had been stroking her legs to clasp them behind his back, huffing once done. She smiled smugly down at him and tugged him forward slight with the leash. Instantly his eyes zoned in on his prize, the tip of the dildo just a few inches from being able to sink into her.
“Smile” she whispered and his eyes darted up, just in time to see her snap a photo of him on his phone, the sound loud and annoying. He growled as best as he could around the gag but all it got was a giggle from her. “Oh don’t look so put out. It’s only for Shoto” she rolled her eyes at him as she tugged his head a little closer to where she wanted him. If possible Katsuki felt himself blush even deeper, the thought of the other man seeing him like this both humiliating and arousing at the same time.
He felt fingers dancing over his scalp and the band on top of his head shifting as she moved it back into place. He whined, low and pained having forgot the damn things were even there. He couldn’t even imagine how he looked, but whatever she saw she liked. She tipped her head back, moaning gently and tugging him forward again.
Katsuki watched as the tip of the dildo slipped between her folds, the black silicone disappearing into her as he pushed forward. She let out a gasp and Katsuki flicked red eyes up to watch her reaction. Once he was pressed as deep as he could go he stilled, waiting for her to get used to the intrusion. When her heel pushed down in between his shoulder blades he knew he was good to go.
Just as slowly as he had pushed in he pulled out, setting a rather gentle pace. He was concerned about hurting her and trying to maintain his balance. The position he was in was awkward at best, lent forward with his hands behind his back, his legs aching with the strain of trying to keep him balanced. But she was growing impatient with him, the slow pace not really doing anything for her.
Huffing she pulled on the leash again, forcing him to jerk forward and shove the dildo in fast and hard. She gasped, the leg over his shoulder, holding him in place as she ground down. They stayed like that for a few seconds and Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she had cum, but that seemed unlikely. He knew what it took to get her off and there was no way in hell that had been enough for her.
With a groan she collapsed back against the bed, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the leash slipped into the hair at the back of his neck. He fingers gently flexed against his scalp, nails scratching slightly and Katsuki found himself relaxing back into the touch, his eyes closing as he let out a pleased hum. That had been a mistake.
The grip on his hair tightened and he let out a surprised grunt as his head was yanked back, eyes flying open in shock. Mercilessly she shoved his head back down, setting a fast and unforgiving paced as she fucked herself against his face, her hips rolling forward to meet him every time she pushed his head back down.
He felt like an object, just being used by her in her quest for her own pleasure. It was degrading to be reduced to nothing more than a means to an end, a glorified sex doll and he loved every second of it. He wondered if this was how she felt when he fucked himself down her throat. Chasing his own orgasm and treating her like nothing more than a warm, tight hole to cum in. Wondered if she got off on it as much as he was right now.
Groaning around the silicon in his mouth Katsuki surged forward, grinding his face into her groin as hard as he could, his nose only just brushing against her clit. He wanted to make her cum, wanted her to ride his face and call out his name.
With single minded determination Katsuki worked with her to bring her over the edge. His neck was aching and his jaw hurt from clenching it so title around the intrusive object. His legs were going numb and his hands were tingling but he didn’t care, so caught up as he was in giving her the pleasure she was after. It wasn’t long until she got it.
She cums with a cry, his face shoved as close to her cunt as it could get. Her back was arched off the bed and her heals were digging into his back. Her grip in his hair tightened to the point of being painful but Katsuki didn’t care, moaning loudly around his mouthful. His dick was twitching, a damp patch forming on the front of his sweats as it dribbled precum.
They stayed like that for a few moments, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back but eventually her grip on his hair loosened. Slowly Katsuki pulled back, her leg falling from his shoulder as he moved. She let out a small whine as the dildo slipped free, her hand clenching in his hair one last time before that to disappeared.
With a groan she sat up, smiling down at him with a satisfied glint in her hooded eyes. The hand that had been in his hair slips round, two delicate fingers resting on his chin and gently tipping his head up. She leans toward him, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting gently at it. She was so close, Katsuki could practically feel her breath on his face.
“Good boy” she whispered breathlessly before she sucked the end of the dildo into her mouth. Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly as she sank her mouth down, her own eyes slipping closed. She moaned sweetly as she sucked her own juices off the toy and Katsuki couldn’t help but copy her, his own eyes closing in bliss. He felt her nose brush against his before she was pulling back again.
The sound of a photo being taken had Katsuki’s eyes opening, glancing sideways at his phone as she took another photo. She pulled off of the dildo with a pop, smiling widely as she busied herself on his phone. Once the ping of something being sent sounded she placed it back down on the bed and turned her attention back to the scowling man.
She huffed out a sigh as she leant forward delicate fingers making quick work of getting the gag open. Slowly she pulled it free of his lips and Katsuki lifted a hand to rub at his aching jaw. He was still glaring at her, annoyed at the amount of photos she was taking.
“You were so good for me” she purred, her praise making a shiver of pleasure run down his spine despite his annoyance. Leaning forward she kissed him softly on the lips. The faint taste of her had Katsuki kissing back hard, his tongue licking at her lips and asking for permission to enter. Instead she pulled back slightly, her hand gently stroking the side of his face. “And what do good dogs get?”
She looked at him expectantly and Katsuki franticly searched his mind for an answer. Nervously he licked at his lips as he tried to think back on what she had said this evening. She had called him a good dog a few times so far but there had to be something specific she was after. As she watched him she sucked her lips back into her mouth, teeth biting down hard before her tongue darted out to sooth the sore spot. Katsuki’s eyes tracked the movement of her tongue as it slipped back between slightly parted lips before darting back out to swipe across her lips.
As his own tongue darted out to wet his lips Katsuki was reminded of what she was after. “Rewards” he growled out, sounding more annoyed than he had intended but she ignored his tone. She beamed down at him, practically vibrating with excitement as she bounced slightly on the bed, letting go on the leash. “Exactly! Take your clothes off”. Katsuki stared at her in shock, the command and sudden excitement in her voice startling him. Clearly she didn’t like the slow pace as she yanked in the leash again, her other hand wrapping around his bicep and pulling him up.
Quickly Katsuki scrambled to his feet, towering over her as she leaned back on her arms. She was smirking at him from the bed, her legs still spread slightly and the neck of Shoto’s jumper having fallen off one of her shoulders. She had a slight flush across her cheeks and down her neck and her hair was a little messy, almost like she had been running her hands through it. She looked perfect and inviting and Katsuki really just wanted to pounce on her. Devour her and claim her as his.
“Well? Get on with it” her demand had Katsuki moving, not having realised he had been stood there so long just staring at her. His hands went to the bottom of his tank top, gripping it tightly and pulling it over his head. He was carful, not wanting to dislodge the ears from his head. Once clear of the accessory he threw the top onto the floor behind him. He wasn’t so careful about his sweats, yanking them down and kicking them off his feet.
He stood before her naked and unsure what to do whilst she just stared at him, her eyes racking over every inch of him. His dick twitched in interest, his hands clenching at his side in frustration. He hated not know, hated feeling so nervous about what was to come. He wasn’t used to this and he felt like a scared teenager about to experience sex for the first time, unprepared for what was about to be asked if him.
Sighing she stood, close enough for him to touch if he reached out but he didn’t. She hadn’t told him he could and he didn’t want to ruin her game. Stepping forward she placed both her hands flat on his chest and looked up at him, her eyes boring into his. Katsuki was about to reach out to her when she stepped back and to the side, gesturing to the bed. “In the middle. On your knees. Facing me”
She didn’t even look at him when she spoke, her attention on the spot she had just vacated. With a nervous jerk of his head Katsuki complied, crawling to the middle of the bed before turning to face her. He waited for her to do something but she was just looking at him again, her eyes scrutinising every part of him and Katsuki brought his hands in front of him, rubbing gently at his arms. “Interlock you’re fingers behind your head” the sudden command startled Katsuki but he acted anyway, finally glad to have something to do.
He cradled the back of his head, fingers sliding together as he looked dead ahead at her. She was frowning slightly, her eyes seeming locked to his legs. Slowly she walked round the side of the bed and Katsuki tried his best to watch her without turning his head. He felt her delicate hand slip down his back, her caress soft only to pinch hard at his ass. With a startled yelp Katsuki jerked up, his thighs straightening out so he was no longer resting back on his haunches.
“Perfect” she chirped happily as she walked back round to stand at the end of the bed. “You could have just asked” he snapped before he could stop himself. As soon as the words left his mouth he snapped it shut again, panicking about his slip up. He was convinced he was going to be punished now, whatever reward he had earned to be taken away from him.
She carried on smirking at him, a delicate eyebrow raising at his outburst. “I could have” she sounded amused as she spoke and Katsuki didn’t know if to be relieved that she was going to let it go or worried that she was just biding her time. Slowly she leant forward her hand curling around his phone and dragging it towards her. Once she had it in her hands she took a few steps back, lifting it up in front of her. Katsuki snarled as she took photo after photo, moving around the bed to get different angle.
He knew he should move, should tell her to stop but he didn’t. He stayed exactly where she wanted him, staring straight ahead and hands behind his head. Every now and then he would let out a small growl, glaring down at her but she never looked at him, her own eyes trained in the screen of his phone.
Once done she sat down next to him on the bed, her fingers darting across the screen. Glancing down he watched as she attached every single one to a text and he couldn’t do anything but watch as each one zipped of to Shoto. He hopped the perv enjoyed them whilst he could because Katsuki was deleting them the moment the other man got home.
Standing she placed the phone on the bed next to his knee and Katsuki didn’t miss the fact that it was probably for easy access. “It would be rude not to include him in our little game just because he isn’t here”. She spoke so casually as she moved back to the end of the bed, crawling onto it with the grace of a cat. She shuffled forward on her knees, only stopping when she was in front of him.
She looked up at him with a smug smile, placing both her hands on his chest again as she leans forward into his space. He kept looking forward as she placed soft kisses along the edge of the collar and up his neck, nipping gently at his ear before she spoke again. “And just imagine what it’s doing to him. Stuck in a room with all those heroes and Midoriya of all people with no way for him to get himself off without arising suspicion”.
Katsuki groaned at her words, just imaging Shoto trying to hide his erection as the useless nerd prattled on about some shit. He bet the other man was squirming, the fact that he was surrounded by other heroes and he was getting a constant stream of filth sent to him making him harder. He loved shit like this, an absolute freak for doing such naughty things in public. Katsuki had used it against him multiple times just because he liked riling the other man up and now it seemed she had taken to doing the same thing. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance.
Smirking Katsuki hummed his approval, suddenly okay with the photos. “I bet he’s loving it” he growled out and she laughed against his jaw as she trailed more kisses across it. “Oh I’m counting on it” she mumbled again him before pulling back to smirk up at him.
“But that’s enough about Shoto, this is all about you pet” she purred, nails digging into his pecks as she dragged her hands down his chest. Katsuki let out a pained gasp, hips jerking forward as a jolt of pleasure went straight to his neglected dick.
He felt her wicked laughter against his neck, her lips following the red lines she had left behind. Slowly she kissed, licked and nipped her way down his chest, stopping to pay special attention to his hard nipples. He let out a low groan as her mouth sealed around one of the hard nubs, teeth scratching gently over it before swirling her tongue around it, sucking gently. Katsuki cursed, hips jerking forward slight to try and get some kind of friction on his aching dick but she shuffled back slightly, keeping any part of her away from where he wanted it.
She pulled away from his abused nipple with a wet pop and gentle hum, licking her lips with a hungry look in her eyes. She stared up at him watching his chest heave as he pulled in one deep breath after the other. Katsuki’s fingers twitched behind his head, longing to sink his fingers into her hair and guide her head as she worked her way across his body.
Humming she leaned in again, going to his other nipples and flicking her tongue against it. “Shit!” Katsuki cried, his own nails digging into the back of his neck. The muscles in his stomach clench as he tries to stop himself from doubling over.
Her mouth was hot against him, the fact that he can’t touch her is making everything seem more somehow. He wants to simultaneously arch into her mouth and pull away, the sensation too much. Instead he ends up kind of squirming under her, jerking his chest back slightly as she bit down only to arch back into her when she rubbed her tongue over the sensitive spot.
He’s whining, his own pathetic sounds loud in the otherwise quite bedroom. He wanted more. More of something, everything, just more and he needed it now. He was trembling, legs straining with the effort of keeping himself up whilst his hands tingled.
“Please” he gasped out. The fact that he was begging wasn’t lost on him. He was never one to beg and gasp for it, that was always Shoto and Katsuki was the one who granted him his pleasure. But he couldn’t help it, so worked up that he didn’t even care that he was doing it. He would beg and plead for it until his voice was horse if it got him some damn relief. “Please, please, please” he babbled in his desperation and lucky for him it seemed to work.
Her mouth was hot, leaving a burning trail across his skin as she began to kiss her way down his chest. Teeth nipping at sensitive spots and sucking at others, leaving dark marks behind that would be there for days afterwards. She dragged her tongue along the ridges of his abs as she snuck lower, swirling her tongue around his bellybutton before nipping at his hips. Katsuki sucked in a shuddering breath, anticipating what was coming next. His eyes screwed shut, body going taught, waiting for the next touch of her lips but nothing came.
Frowning Katsuki opened his eyes, looking down to where she should be. He wasn’t disappointed at what he found.
She was on her hands and knees in front of him, back ached and her ass sticking up in the air. She was smirking knowingly up at him, waiting for him to catch up to what happening. As their eyes locked she leaned in, her hot breath fanning across his dick as she spoken. “Say it again”. Her lips brushed against his swollen head and his jerked forward but she pulled away, Katsuki letting out a pathetic whiny.
Once he had stilled she leant back in, the tip of her tongue gently dragging across his dripping slit. Katsuki only just managed to stop himself from thrusting forward again but he couldn’t stop his cry of pleasure. His head tipped back, eyes shut tightly as his cry echoed loud and desperate around the room. “Please!” He begged again as she mouthed gently at the head of his dick, the touch nothing more than a barely there brush of lips with a hint of tongue. It was maddening. Too much and not enough all at once. He worried that he would cum the moment she actually took him into her mouth, shooting his load at just a hint of that tight, wet heat. But he craved it none the less.
“Please. Please I need it. Please” he tried again, hoping this time would be enough for her. He felt her gentle laughter against him as she pulled back. When there was no next touch Katsuki managed to get himself to look down at her, his chest heaving with every breath. She was looking up at him again, a devilish smile still in place but that wasn’t what drew Katsuki’s attention.
She had his damn phone in her hand again. The screen was facing up toward him, the camera having been flipped so it captured what they were doing instead of the room. He could clearly see that what she was doing to his duck was the main focus but it was angled in a way that he was completely in shot. It was then that Katsuki noticed the red flashing light at the top of the screen, signalling it was recording and had been for a while from a quick glance at the timer.
His eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open to stutter out a protest. Photos were one thing but a video? That was pushing it a little too far. It was that moment though that she decided to wrap her lips around his sensitive head and suck him down completely. Katsuki’s head fell back again, eyes closing as he screamed out his pleasure.
She set an unrelenting pace, moving her head up and down him quickly whilst sucking greedily at him. He could feel that he was hitting the back of her throat every time, could feel the way it tightened around him when she swallowed. It was wet and messy and so fucking good. Katsuki was snapping his hips forward now, completely lost to his pleasure. It was only when she gripped his hips with both hands, holding him still that he even realised she had dropped the phone.
He moaned, every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm rushed ever closer. Just a few more thrusts and he would be done for, riding high on the waves of pleasure. Just a little more. With a lewd slurping nose, she slipped of his dick and pulled back. Katsuki cried out in frustration, his orgasm humming just beneath the surface and ready to break free. He had been so close but it was already starting to fade, ebbing away till it was nothing more than a faint tingle.
He glared at her as she sprawled back against the bed, laughing at the state he was in. She looked so smug, so satisfied with what she had done, smile wide and her eyes practically sparkling. Katsuki wanted to fuck that look right off of her. He didn’t even realise he had been growling until she kicked gently at his thigh, causing his balance to waver slightly.
“Sorry pet but couldn’t have you cuming to soon. After all I’m not finished with you yet” she purred the words at him, a new hunger filling her gaze as she raked her eyes across his body. He must look a sight. Sweat slicked and flushed. His dick an angry red and jutting out towards her. Not to mention the god damn ears that had miraculously stayed on his head and the leash that hung against his chest.
As if she had heard his though she darted up, grabbing the leash and yanking hard. Katsuki fell forward with a cry, only just getting his hands onto the bed to stop his momentum before he crushed the women below. “The hell!” he yelled, glaring at her but all she did was laugh, pushing herself up on her arms so she could brush her lips against him. “What? It’s not like you could fuck me from all the way up there”. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth sucking gently on it before biting down hard.
Hissing in pain Katsuki jerked back, growling at her playful laughter. He licked at the sore spot, making sure that she hadn’t broken the skin. When he didn’t taste blood he let out a grunt, glairing down at her through hooded eyes, contemplating her words. He wanted to fuck her, his throbbing dick begging for it but it felt like a trap, like the moment he reached for her she would shove him away because she hadn’t told him he could.
When he hesitated to do anything she let out a huff, rolling her eyes at him. Shifting she let go of the leash, her hands going to the hem of her jumper. She arched her back as she pulled it off, his dick rubbing against her stomach and causing him let out a small grunt. Katsuki moved his head as she pulled it over her head and found himself face to face with her pert breasts. Without giving it a thought he ducked his head, sucking her nipple into his hungry mouth.
She gasped as he nipped gently at her, hands going to his hair and holding him against her. One of her legs wrapped round his waist as she arched up, grinding against his dick. Katsuki growled against her, biting down at the sensitive spot. With a growl of her own she yanked his head back, her nails digging in and forcing his head back more than he was comfortable with.
“What did I tell you about dogs that bite?” she hissed at him. Katsuki snarled down at her, baring his teeth. She yanked harder at his hair and he swore his vision started to go white around the edges from the pain. “Fine! I won’t do it again” As soon as he spat the words out she let go of his hair, his head falling forward as he gasped in relief. “Good dog” she praised him, tone light and playful again as she gently stroked at the side of his face. He wanted to tell her to get off of him but Katsuki couldn’t, enjoying the gentle touch. Sighing he turned his head slightly, nuzzling against her hand. His neck hurt and the back of his head was stinging slightly, not to mention his dick was still throbbing along to his fast pulse but he felt good.
He didn’t feel as on edge as he had just moments before, the sharp sting of pain having been enough to make it so he wouldn’t blow his load the moment he got inside of her. He could still feel his arousal humming beneath his skin though but it wasn’t as urgent any more. His mind didn’t feel clouded with it now, like if he didn’t get release soon he would burst. He was content to just spend a few moments with her delicate touch. But it seemed he was the only one.
Her hand fell from his cheek, her fingertips brushing against his jaw and neck as she moved it down. He tipped his head to the side, giving her better access to neck, humming softly at the gentle touch. They danced along the edge of the collar, her nail catching slightly as she started to slip her hand down his chest.
Katsuki lurched forward as she yanked hard of the leash, his hands slipping on the bed as he tried to steady himself. His head was next to hers now, her soft lips trailing along his jaw and up to his ear. “Don’t go soft on me now pet. Fuck me like the animal you are”. She nipped gently at his ear, her taunting laughter ringing in his head. Katsuki didn’t need to be told twice.
Growling he pushed himself up and away from her slightly. Roughly he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass towards him. The leg that wasn’t already wrapped around him, he lifted placing it over his shoulder. He kept one hand on the bed, steadying himself and grabbed his dick with the other. Shuffling forward slightly he lined himself up with her, rubbing his dick along her centre before thrusting forward.
They both cried out as he buried himself in her in one quick thrust, her walls clenching around him. He wanted to take a minuet to calm down, to get past the initial shock of pleasure at finally being inside of her but she wouldn’t let him, tightening her legs round him to role her hips. Groaning Katsuki pulled back, snapping his hips forward straight away as he set a fast and brutal pace. She cried out loudly, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his leash curling around his bicep, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks.
Leaning forward, he kept one hand flat on the bed whilst leaning his weight on his forearm, pushing her leg almost flat against her chest. He twisted his hand into hair and pulled her head back slightly. She gasped at a particularly hard thrust, exposing her neck to him as she arched her back and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the smooth unmarked flesh.
Smirking he lent forward to run the tip of his nose along her jaw, barely even registering her hand falling away from his arm. She tipped her head to the side away from him and Katsuki couldn’t resist. In one long lick he dragged his tongue along the side of her face, moaning at the slightly salty taste. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered into her ear, snapping his hips forward in quick succession.
It was at this point he heard the sound of a phot being taken.
Jerking his head back Katsuki stilled. His eyes followed her out stretched arm until they landed on his phone. She had the screen facing them again and he could see that she had managed to get nearly all of them in the shot, dog ears included. Growling he narrowed his eyes at it only for her thumb to twitch and take another one. “Clearly you could be doing better” she teased, rolling her hips again to try and get him moving.
Clenching his jaw and growling Katsuki shoved her leg off his should, shuffling back until he slipped out of her. “What are you doing” she snapped at him, her annoyance clear but he didn’t pay her any attention. He grabbed at her tightly and in one moved flipped her over onto her stomach. She let out a surprised yelp at the sudden action but he didn’t give her any time to gain her bearings.
With the hands still on her hips he lifted her ass up, her hands scrambling to get under her and push herself up so she was on her hands and knees. Moving forward Katsuki rubbed his dick against her ass, groaning at the friction but that wasn’t what he was after tonight. He lined himself back up and shoved forward into her cunt once more. She cried out at the new angle as he slid into her deeper than before.
He gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her at a bruising pace. His nails were digging in and come morning he knew there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers. Ten yellow and purple smudges that would mark her as his, would say Bakugou Katsuki was here. Because she would leave them there for him, leave them so Shoto could see what he had done to her whilst he had been away and unable to do anything about it.
She was moaning and crying out, head tipped forward and eyes screwed shut. Katsuki couldn’t have that. Placing one hand on the bed next to her arm Katsuki draped himself along her back, his other hand going back into her hair and pulling her head back with a sharp tug. She cried out, her eyes flying open as he gently nipped at her neck.
Laughing Katsuki’s eyes fell to where her hands were balled up in the sheets and to his phone that lay abandoned between them. Smirking Katsuki reached out for it, placing all his weight in her to do so. Her arms wobbled slightly from the added weight but she kept them up, her hands flattening out for added support.
Lifting it up her opened the camera. They looked a mess, both their faces flush and she had tears rolling down her cheeks. Both of their hairs were a mess, sticking up in all sorts for directions and clearly having had hands tugging at it. The dog ears though were still perfectly perched on top of his head.
Pulling his hand from her hair Katsuki slipped it round to her chin, curling his fingers around it whilst he prodded at her lips with two fingers. Obediently she opened her mouth letting him slip them in and press down on her tongue, holding her mouth open obscenely wide. Smirking he turned his attention back to the camera, pulling it in closer so all he could see was their heads and shoulders. He made sure the dog ears were in shot before leaning in and dragging his tongue along the side of her face, licking her tears and sweat from her face. He glanced sideways at the phone as he did, never taking his eyes off it as he took photo after photo, watching her eyes screw shut on the screen as he grinded into her.
Groaning Katsuki pulled back, his thrusts slowing as he sent all the photos to Shoto. Once done he dropped the phone back onto the bed and pulled his fingers from her mouth, ignoring her little whin as she pushed her hips back against him.
Growling he smacked at her ass causing her to jerk forward and cry out in surprise. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet” his voice sounded smug even to himself. Grabbing at her hips again Katsuki started to thrust harder and faster, using his grip on her to pull her back onto him every time he snapped his hips forward. Moaning she collapsed forward, her arms finally giving out on her.
“Fuck! So tight” he panted his climax building up in him again. He felt a gentle tug on the leash that he had forgotten. Looking down at her he watched as she reached over her shoulder for it. He thought about pulling it out of her reach, denying her something so simple seeming like a small victory in taking back control, but he was to slow.
Her fingers hocked around the loop at the end and she yanked hard giving him no choice but to jerk forward if he didn’t want to choke. With his mouth next to her ear he huffed out his annoyance. Laughing she turned her head to the side, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips. “If you don’t make me cum in the next five minutes, I won’t let you cum till tomorrow morning”. She whispered breathlessly, placing another quick kiss on his lips before turning away from him.
Stunned Katsuki stilled. Five minutes wasn’t that long and he didn’t even know how close she was. He couldn’t go till morning without cuming. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, would be constantly thinking about it. He couldn’t go that long all pent up. When he didn’t move she yanked on his leash again. ”You’re wasting time pet”.
Growling Katsuki shifted, pulling back as much as he could. He started to thrust into her again, taking his hands off her hips and placing one on the bed to hold his weight. The other he slipped round her stomach, sliding it between her legs to start rubbing at her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous, crying out as she threw her head back. Smirking Katsuki picked up the pace driving into her as he tried to keep pace with his fingers.
She was crying out with every thrust of his hips now, making these little chocked off noises and desperate gasps. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around him and he couldn’t stop his own groan. He caught her slight movements as she took yet another photo, arms stretched before her and shaking hands wrapped around the phone.
Growling Katsuki slammed into her harder. Clearly he wasn’t fucking her good enough if she could still function enough to be sending photos to Shoto. Shifting forward he draped himself across her back so he could place hard and sloppy kisses against her neck and shoulder, his teeth scrapping over her sweat slicked skin. “Come on. Wonna feel you fucking lose it on my dick”. He growled his command into her ear and she whined in response, her hips rolling hard against his fingers.
He was close himself. Knew he would probably cum the moment she did but he needed to get her there first. Wanted to hear her scream his name so loud that the whole fucking building knew who she belonged to. He wanted her there now and he knew one sure fire way to get what he wanted.
Keeping his thrusts hard and fast Katsuki gently rubbed his fingers over her clit, waiting to hear her annoyed little whine before he used his quirk to set off a few small explosions in quick succession. Her reaction was immediate, her whole body going tense as she threw her head back against his shoulder and screamed his name.
“Fuck!” he cried out as she clenched tight around him. His hips jerked forward a few more times before he stilled, his own body tensing as he came inside of her. To stifle his own cry he bit down on her shoulder hard, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh and causing her to cry out once again. His ears were ringing with the sound of her cry but Katsuki was sure he heard the sound of his phone going off again in the background, signalling that another photo had been taken.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, both of them panting and trying to regain some sort of composure. Katsuki was the first to move, pulling away from her with a groan. He placed a gentle kiss to the angry bite mark he had left on her shoulder. He hadn’t broken the skin but he was sure he had come close to it. As he slipped out of her she made a pained little whimper, now over sensitive. As soon as he was off of her, her arms seemed to turn to jelly and she feel face first onto the bed with a small umph.
With a groan Katsuki collapsed onto the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling and still trying to get his racing heart under control. “Shit” he mumbled, one hand coming up to rub at his face before sliding up to push his slightly damp hair out of his eyes. He got a non-comital hum from the women next to him who seemed to be trying her hardest to melt into the bed.
The sound of another photo being taken had Katsuki turning to glair at the women. She still had her face pressed against the bed but had turned to face him, her soft smile only just visible as she watched him through half lidded eyes. “Stop it” he grumbled turning away from her to glair at the celling.
He felt her moving beside him, the bed shifting slightly. He didn’t stop her as she climbed on top of him, still smiling softly at him and looking down at him as if he was the best thing that had ever happened. Cupping his cheek she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. Humming Katsuki kissed her back just as gently his hands going to her hips as their mouths slowly moved against one another’s. “Thank you” she whispered against his lips as she pulled back, placing one last kiss on his lips before she sat up completely.
Katsuki blushed, eyes darting to the side as he nervously rubbed at his neck. “It’s fine. Not like I didn’t enjoy it” he mumbled suddenly feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. She huffed out an amused snort. She reached out with one hand to cup his cheek and gently turned his head back to look at her. “I’m glad”. Sighing Katsuki nodded slightly, still blushing like crazy.
She patted his cheek softly before she climbed off of him to stand next to the bed. Without a word she leant over him, delicate fingers slipping behind his neck to unbuckle the
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
Sunlight streamed through the open window as you hummed while stirring the steaming pot in front of you. The sound of the door opening shook you from your thoughts and you smiled.
“I missed you, baby.” You called out before turning off the stove and walking to the entryway where your husband, Enji, was putting away his coat and boots. He had a streak of soot and dirt across his face and neck. You grinned. Enji tended to wait to shower when he got home instead of his on-agency facilities. He said it was because the home shower was more private, but you knew he just liked showing you how tough he was from a hard day’s work.
“I’ll run a bath.”
“Thank you. Dinner smells amazing.” He said before he kissed your brow, careful to not cover you in the grime from the day. His eyes rested on your shapely backside in the skirt you wore as you headed upstairs to set the water for him. You were so cute, the opposite of Enji, all soft curves and plump roundness from your cheeks to your belly and hips. He often found himself with his hands somewhere on your soft body, squeezing your plush thighs, fingers grazing your soft tummy while you laid next to him in bed.
He followed you into the ensuite where you had set the large tub with water and bath salts that smelled like you. Enji pulled off his shirt, pretending to be unaware of your eyes gazing down at his muscular build appreciatively. He slid down his pants and settled into the hot water with his eyes closed.
“I can feel you watching me, Y/N.”
“Just enjoying the view, handsome.” He heard the smile in your voice and was grateful the water was hot enough to explain away his flushed face. He felt your hand run through his hair and cracked an eye open.
“Let me get this.” Your voice was soft as you grabbed a washrag and wiped away at his face and neck.
“You’ll get dirty.”
A mischievous look crossed your face.
“Well then I’ll just have to strip down as well.”
Untying your apron, you slid it over your head and removed your clothes, slow enough that Enji could admire every inch of revealed skin. Slipping into the water you straddled his lap and wiped at his brow. His breath hitched. Your breasts were soft, pressing into his chest, rivulets of water running down your cleavage and he closed his eyes, letting himself be spoiled by you. He could feel your breath on his cheek as you washed the day off of him, enveloping him in your scent. You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away, adjusting on his lap so you could wash his chest. You could feel his growing erection press into your thigh and you pretended not to notice, shifting ever so slightly. Enji gripped your hip, stilling you and you looked up at him innocently. Steel blue eyes narrowed at you and you busied yourself, running your hands down his biceps.
“Brat.” He grunted and you smirked at him, before leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. His other hand wrapped around your waist and held you to him as he deepened the kiss, tongue intertwining with yours. You could taste relief in his kiss, gratefulness to be home and be with you, the ability to finally be vulnerable and loved by his wife and you kissed him, conveying love and devotion through your lips. Your hands were pushed against his chest as he held you close and you could feel his heartbeat, a steady rhythm that put you at ease.
Shivering, you finally broke apart from him, resting your cheek against his chest. When did the water run cold? You could have been there for hours and not realized it, you were so engrossed with each other. Noticing your chill, Enji lifted you up, carrying you to the bed where he placed you down, kissing at your lips and neck, desperate to drown himself in you. Your fingers found his and you tugged him over, maneuvering so you were on his lap. He looked up at you, eyebrows raised.
“Let me take care of you, Enji.” Your whispered words gave him chills and you could feel his cock harden even more underneath you. Grinding against his shaft, he let out a groan that went straight to your cunt. His hands rested on your hips and he pushed you down, desperate to be inside of your tight heat. He could feel your arousal on him already and needed to bury himself inside you, needed to feel your warm cunt squeeze around him. Just as desperate, you positioned yourself and sank down on him, biting your lip at the stretch from his cock. You were still a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness before you rocked your hips slowly up and down on his thick member.
“Fuck– so good.” Enji groaned, eyes screwed shut as your fucked yourself on his cock. His grip tightened against your ass as he pulled you down to meet his thrusts and you cried out as his cock molded your cunt to its shape. You could feel every vein against your soft walls and as he fucked up into faster, you felt your breath catch. His cock slammed into you and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. His eyes were trained on your bouncing chest, afraid he would cum too quickly if he dared look at your face, which displayed the pure ecstasy you were feeling,
“Enji! Fuck…god, fuck. So good!” Your words were slurred as you gasped out with each thrust. His full balls smacked against your ass, as a reminder of how full you were going to be when he was done with you. The rush of your orgasm was approaching quickly and your legs tightened around him as you bounced on his cock.
Suddenly, he grabbed you, pushing you onto the bed so he was on top of you and looked into your eyes. Disoriented, you looked up at him, whimpering from your ruined orgasm.
“Enji–”
“I want to put a baby in you.”
Your eyes widened, but you didn’t have to think twice.
“Put your baby in me, Enji. Let me have your baby.”
His cock sunk into you and he held your thighs apart, pushing them down so far they were at your shoulders. He fucked into you hard, your promise to be the mother of his children giving him a newfound wind. His hair was wet with sweat and the room was loud with the sound of skin on skin and you begging for him.
Enji could feel himself so close to release. “Going to knock you up, make you have my babies.” He grunted, hands leaving bruises on your thighs as a memory of this night.
“Please Enji. Let me be the mother of your kids. Give me a baby.” Your body tightened and you felt yourself clamp down on his cock. In tandem, you both met your releases. He came with a growl and you felt white-hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you. Your cunt sucked him dry, practically spasming from the rush of your combined orgasms.
Sliding out of you, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and you nuzzled into his side, hearing his racing heartbeat. The room was quiet.
“Y/N…” Enji began, his words unsteady, a rare sight for the normally put together pro-hero.
“Enji?” You asked, sleepily.
“Do…would you…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“I meant it. I would love to have your children.” Your words were quiet but firm.
His face grew warm and you were jolted awake by him shifting. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, a smirk on his normally stoic face,
A/N: So @cozykozume wanted me to name this “Cooling Down the Fire Daddy” so there’s that. Anyways, in case you didn’t know, I LOVE Enji Todoroki….like an extraordinary amount. Which is hilarious, because I started the series hating him but I digress. So here’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and also one of the longest posts because I just…I am just so soft for this man. <3 Pip
When you stepped into the meeting that morning you weren’t sure what to expect.
“Welcome back!” Midnight’s cheery voice cut through the air, her eyes bright. You smiled at her as the rest of your colleagues responded with a variation of greetings and welcome’s. You had been on a six month long mission across the globe and arrived back yesterday. Though you were slightly jetlagged, you were ready to throw yourself back in the grind of hero work.
As you took your seat your eyes roamed to the largest figure in the room. Endeavor had stayed silent, his eyes trained on the brief documents in front of him. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he had noticed you had returned. Your heart sank slightly.
What did you expect? It had been six months, six long, confusing months since that night of booze and desire. Six months since you had felt his large hands wrapped around your body, his lips pressed against your neck hungrily as you grinded against him.
Fuck. You cut another glance at him. His eyes were narrowed as he read over the papers in front of him and his face was in it’s permanent scowl. If he noticed you at all, he was doing a good job hiding it.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Hawks swaggering in the room.
“Hey h/n! Long time, no see! How was the mission?” He called out, pulling you into a friendly hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enji shift.
“Great. Managed to bust the kingpin and shut the entire operation down. Glad to be back though”. You smiled back at the winged hero. He nodded, before taking his seat right next to the flame hero.
“Mornin’ Endeavor!” his cheery voice rang out.
Enji grumbled a greeting, his eyes not looking up
Eraserhead cleared his throat from the head of the table.
“Let’s get started.”
You couldn’t help zoning out as the dark haired hero discussed the current mission. You forced your eyes to stare at the file in front of you and not the man across from you. You were so focused, you almost didn’t hear your name.
“H/N, you will be working with Endeavor.”
Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up. You finally dared to look at Enji who’s expression hadn’t changed. As Eraser concluded the meeting, you steeled your nerves and walked to the flame hero.
“Endeavor, I-”
He cut you off.
“Train. I will not be dragged down by you because you haven’t sparred properly in six months."
Your demeanor steeled.
“I wasn’t just partying it up over there. I was working.”
If he cared, it didn’t register on his face. His turquoise eyes were fixed at the spot above you instead of meeting yours. Without another word, he turned to leave. You felt your face grow hot. Determined to not show emotion, you pursed your lips, grabbing your things to head back to your apartment.
—
“Endeavor, you lucky dog.”
Endeavor looked up from the paperwork on his desk with a bored expression.
“What are you talking about Hawks?” His voice was tinged with annoyance as he looked back down to the documents from the intel team.
“Stop pretending you aren’t thrilled to be working with H/N. She’s the BEST, and between you and me, she’s definitely one of the most beautiful heroes.” The blonde faux-whispered, tossing back his head in a chuckle. Endeavor fixed him with an aggravated stare.
“I have no desire to work with H/N. She has been on a mission for 6 months, so we are at a disadvantage anyway, since I doubt she was actually working all of that time. Especially since her behavior is comparable to yours.”
Hawks cocked a bushy brow.
“Deny it all you want, big guy. Your body language is different when you’re around her. You should ask her out. I’m sure she’d say yes. Some girls like the mean and broody type.”
Smoke emitted from the corner of Endeavor’s desk, where his hand rested. Clearing his throat, he attempted to put it out, but not before the annoying bird hero noticed.
With a smirk, Hawks headed towards the door.
“Don’t screw this up, Endeavor!”
—-
What Hawks didn’t know is Enji had already screwed this up. Before you left, six long months ago, you and Endeavor were on relatively friendly terms. Well as friendly as one can be with the hotheaded flame hero. It was you that convinced him to go out that night with the other pro-heroes. And when the night ended, he had walked you home.
Surprisingly, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.
The walk home had been quiet, though you and Enji both had a bit to drink. Emboldened by the alcohol, you finally had turned to him.
“Enji, why do you try to push us away?”
Your boldness surprised him. It wasn’t a surprise he could come off a bit stoic, at best. Yet no one, especially newer heroes, called him out on this behavior. It was just “how he was”. Before he could stop himself he blurted out,
“I don’t wish to hurt people anymore.”
His face heated up and you could see a crimson blush rising up towards his ears. In that moment, you could see a glimpse of Enji, not Endeavor.
This wasn’t to say Enji wasn’t attractive. Yet, him exposing himself, allowing vulnerability? That made your heart jump in your chest. Turning away, you thought about what he meant. You knew his family had been estranged from him, his kids not a frequent presence in his life. You had seen a few gossip magazines detailing how his kids often avoided their childhood home, and you had read about Rei’s hospitalization. You imagined how lonely he must feel, though if there was truth to any of those rumors, you could see why they would be wary.
“This is your home, yes?”
His voice broke your train of thought. You looked up and realized all too soon the two of you were outside your door. Your hand rested on the door handle and you imagined him sitting in a quiet living room, a house empty.
“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Your voice was squeaky and unsure and you were surprised when he grunted in affirmation.
Wordlessly he followed you into the apartment. Somehow, without speaking, you could both feel it. The loneliness that bonded you, the freedom of being vulnerable in the dark blanket of the night, these moments allowing you to breathe and just be without expectation and titles. Because here, you weren’t pro-heroes, you were yourselves, seeking the tiny bits of comfort the other could provide.
As you entered the apartment, the silence between you intensified. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves and as you looked up at him, you could feel the anticipation of who would break first. His hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, and soon his lips were on yours. He tasted like the scotch he had been drinking, warm and rich. His hands were hot where they met your skin, and you pressed closer in his embrace. Rough stubble scratched at your skin and you kissed him deeper, desperately wanting to let him in and lose yourself in him at the same time.
Your back pressed against the wall, and his fingers grazed the bottom of your shirt. Breathlessly you finally broke apart. Looking in each other’s eyes, you unbuttoned your shirt, fingers trembling in anticipation. He took this as his cue to pull off his own, and you admired his strong muscles, littered with scars. You could feel his eyes roam your body as you undid the last button, leaving you in a simple bra and pants. His hands, hands that could throw buildings and fight villains, were gentle against your skin, slowly running over your belly to the edge of your bra. When you didn’t protest, he tugged at the clasps, letting it fall off your shoulders to the floor.
He pressed hungry kisses to your shoulder, slowly working his way down. His touches were gentle, as if you would break if he wasn’t careful and his mind raced, wanting to explore every inch of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped at your neck. Enji’s body tensed, and his grip tightened as he kissed lower, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises.
His pants were painfully tight now, and you seemed to understand, because he could feel your small fingers working the latch on his belt, tugging his slacks down and exposing the tent in his boxers. He let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock. Enji was a lot bigger than anyone in general, though he never really thought about it until now, when your hand was struggling to wrap completely around his thick member.
Maneuvering his hands from your hips, he cupped your breasts, pressing aching kisses to them. He sucked bruises into your skin, and bit back a groan as your fingers found their way under his waistband. Enji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and you nodded to the general area of the bedroom. Nudging the door open, he gently rested you on the bed. Sliding your pants over your hips, leaving you exposed, a thin pair of black panties being the only barrier between the redhead and your sex.
His hands gripped your things, parting you open and he placed a soft kiss on your belly. He worked his way lower, hooking his fingers under your waistband and dragging the material over your curves before tossing it off the bed. Tracing over your soft mound with his finger, he pushed open the lips of your cunt. Like a man starved, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue devouring your slick.
Your hands gripped his red hair and he groaned into you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he fucked you on his tongue, before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. Eyes rolling back, your breathy moans filled the apartment. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, so close to euphoria as you grinded on his face.
“Fuck…delicious.” He growled into your cunt. His fingers gripped your thighs, almost painfully and the vibrations of his voice pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and your back arched off the soft bed as you cried out his name. He continued his assault on your cunt, slurping down your juices as your fingers tugged his locks, gasping at the overstimulation. Still, Enji continued to drown himself in you, your sweet taste like nectar of the gods. He wanted so much more of you, to stay here for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense as you came again, your body trembling from the impact.
Pulling away, he kissed your lips, the taste of you on his tongue. Your tongues entwined, as your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the muscles of his upper back flex. Too soon and yet not fast enough he broke away, positioning himself between your legs, his massive frame towering over you. His hands rested on the bed on opposite sides of your face as he looked down at your body. Your lips were puffy from his kiss, parted slightly. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded and hungry for more. You met his gaze and inhaled, giving him the slightest nod. He lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing the head in. You gasped at the stretch, and after a moment rocked your hips, spurring him to continue. Easing his cock in, he gritted his teeth at how tight your cunt wrapped around him. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled himself out of you, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you.
Gripping your hips, he bounced you on his cock easily. Moans fell from your mouth, stuttering each time he bottomed out in you. One hand left your hip and gripped the headboard as his heavy balls smacked against your ass. Enji groaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. The headboard creaked under his force as he pounded into you, your moans of his name spurring him on, making him want to give you all of him. Your small hand ran over his chest, the dark hair soft under your fingers as you dug your nails in his skin. You felt overwhelmingly full, his thick cock filling every crevice inside you.
Enji’s fiery eyes roamed your body, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. He could practically see the bulge in your belly from his cock and as lewd as the scene was, there was something so beautiful about you in the throes of passion. His name dripped from your lips like a mantra and he could feel the desire, the want that you carried, begging him to give you everything he had. Your fingers danced across his muscles, a touch so intimate. A touch he hadn’t felt in years.
With a crack, the wooden headboard began to splinter as Enji unloaded into you with a shout. Your body felt heavy as he shot white ropes of cum deep inside you, some spilling out around his cock and onto your sheets. With a final groan, he stilled, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you and collapsing next to you on the bed.
It was silent, except for the sounds of both of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in tandem. Enji could hear his heart thumping wildly and he turned to look at you. Your eyes were closed, breathing labored but slow and you sleepily turned towards him, laying your head on his massive bicep.
The next morning, he was gone. The only evidence that the night had even happened was the crack that ran across your headboard and the glass of water on your night stand. Enji avoided you during hero meetings, always somehow on a busy patrol when you called, his assistant taking your message, yet again until you gave up trying.
When the months-long mission was offered to you, you accepted it without hesitation. Enji didn’t attempt to say goodbye.
—–
Now, Enji was torn.
There was no getting out of this. He thought about reaching out to Eraserhead to ask about working alone, though he knew the sleepy hero would ask questions he didn’t want to get into. Enji furrowed his brow as he swung again at the punching bag in front of him, taken to training in his private outdoor home gym rather than the regular hero gyms to avoid you, though you hadn’t made any more attempts to speak to him.
He jabbed at the bag. This was ridiculous. He was a pro-hero. Allowing this to interfere with his work made him weak, and Endeavor was not weak.
He wasn’t weak.
Enji threw a few more punches, shaking the sweat off as he reached for the bottle of water behind him.
“Enji.”
He stiffened.
“Enji Todoroki, I don’t know why you are ignoring me or what I did to you, but we need to talk about what happened.” Your voice was clear, stronger than it was the day of the meeting.
He took a swig from his water bottle, biding his time. Finally turning around, he faced you. You were in a simple t-shirt and track pants, probably coming from a workout yourself. Your eyes were ablaze, demanding to get answers. Enji felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he compared the image of you now, to the image of you from that night.
“I have nothing to say. We will work on this mission, and be civil to each other. That’s all.” Enji attempted to push past you and you turned on your heel.
“You know what? Fine. You want to pretend you didn’t feel anything that night? That meant nothing to you whatsoever? Was it just to hook up, get your dick wet and leave? Because you didn’t need me for that.” Your tone was angry but Enji could hear the hurt in your statements. Facing you, he glared down.
“What do you want from me? To be your boyfriend? I’m not that man. Try Hawks, he’s into that sort of nonsense. I don’t need or want this trouble in my life anymore.” Enji’s voice was hard, the tone he used for villains or the press. You searched his face, seeking the man from that night. Enji, not Endeavor.
You thought over his words. “Enji…what are you so afraid of?”
The tone of your voice shifted. Softer, easier. He remembered how he felt when you begged for him, when you showed your desire for him through each touch and kiss. He finally looked into your eyes, eyes so full of earnest curiosity. Why couldn’t you just make this easy? He swallowed hard.
Fat droplets of water splashed onto his arms, and no sooner did he notice that the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring over the two of you. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tugging you to the house. Even though it wasn’t a far journey, you were both soaked, and he could see you shivering. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he wrapped it around your shoulders. You murmured a thanks, standing awkwardly in his doorway.
He reached for your hand, leading you to the laundry room. Your hands were small in his and he tried to not focus on his heartbeat that pounded in his ears.
“Wait here.” He grunted, leaving to grab clothes for both of you. He grabbed one of his, then thought better and dug around for anything Fuyumi or Rei may have left. No luck. He sighed, returning to the room where you were sitting on top of the washer.
Thrusting the clothes into your hands, he left to give you some privacy to change as he pulled on his clothes. A few minutes later he heard you giggling. You stepped out, drowning in his way too big shirt. The shirt extended nearly to your knees. The sweatpants he gave you were sliding off your hips and he glimpsed your thighs as you attempted to pull them up. Shrugging, you let them fall to the floor, your legs exposed.
“Sorry, but I don’t think they will stay on. Luckily, your shirt hides everything important.” You said, looking down. Enji mentally disagreed, since any inch of skin he could see would be burned into his brain forever.
Tossing both your clothes into the washer, he set the timer and then it was silent. You spoke first.
“I thought I did something wrong.”
Enji turned to you, Your gaze was fixed on the washing machine, though your eyes looked distant. You continued.
“I thought maybe you thought it was a drunken mistake.”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
You turned. Enji’s cerulean eyes were downcast at the laminate flooring. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.
“I’m not good at this. I’m not stupid, I know the rumors about my family that people say. They aren’t all lies. I did fuck it up. I did a lot of bad, terrible things and pushed them away. Rei, and the kids…they didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused them.”
His shoulders sagged, the weight of his past overtaking him. “I did, I do love them. But I understand why they had to leave.” He sat on the small couch in the corner.
Enji felt your hand cover his, your thumb rubbing circles over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
“Enji…doing shitty things doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can’t punish yourself forever.” Your voice was soft, soothing. Enji finally met your eyes.
“I’ve already fucked that up. I fucked this up. I don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. It’s easier this way.”
You wrapped your arms around him. The two of you made quite a sight, the smaller figure cradling the large man. You stood in front of him and he let himself relax into you, his head resting on your chest. He could smell your scent, warm and comforting, even under his shirt. Your fingers grazed his hair, holding him to you. Enji thought of the nights where he lay in bed, allowing himself to imagine your body next to him.
He was tired of being strong.
“Enji…I can’t say everything will be perfect. But punishing yourself before it starts isn’t going to do anything but cause more pain.”
He could feel your heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matched his breathing. He was aware of his hands around your body, your soft strokes in his hair. He thought about how it would feel to have your touches, hold you in his arms every day, every night.
Enji allowed himself to fall.
He raised his head, his lips meeting yours. With each kiss he silently told you his hopes, his fears, and his apologies. In turn, you gave him comfort and acceptance. He pulled you onto his lap, so you were straddling him, kissing you hard to make up for the months of missed opportunities.
You kissed for what felt like forever, never wanting to stop. His hands slid down your back and across your thighs, going under your shirt.
“You look so good in this. Wanna see this more often.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You giggled and he had the desire to hear all of your beautiful sounds. In time, he reminded himself.
“Enji, are you flirting with me?” You teased and he pulled you close in another kiss. His hands wandered across your soft skin and he could feel the hardened peaks of your nipples through the thin cotton of the shirt. He kissed down your jaw, and your fingers grasped at his hair, causing him to groan into your neck.
“You tease me so much, Y/N.” He growled out as you grinded on his lap. You could feel his cock stir through his joggers, and you felt yourself growing wetter on his lap. He pulled your shirt up to your waist, exposing your thin panties to him. He could feel your arousal through the fabric and ran his thumb down the dark spot over your cunt. You let out a soft whimper and his eyes blazed with hunger.
Pulling your shirt above your tits, he took one in his mouth, sucking harshly. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, causing your back to arch. He switched sides, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your hips rocked against his bulge, more prominent now and he pulled away from your chest.
“I want you Enji.” Your voice was soft and seductive, and Enji felt your words go straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you to his room. The lights were dim and you didn’t have time to look around before he dropped you on the bed, pushing your legs apart and lapping at your cunt through your drenched panties.
“Already so excited, sweet girl. Taste so good for me.” Enji murmured into your pussy, pressing kisses and bites to your thighs. You whined, attempting to push down your panties and he laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest.
“So eager, aren’t you?”
You pouted at him. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.”
Enji was grateful for the dark room hiding the blush that spread across his face. He busied himself by dragging your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking the time to admire your legs, his fingers skimming the skin causing shivers to go down your spine. Enji turned to take in the scene. Your body, draped across the sheets, mouth parted, eyes full of want staring up at him, silently begging for him. He had pictured this many times, many sleepless nights, but the reality was so much better.
“So beautiful.” HIs voice was quiet, and his heart thumped wildly. He was nervous, even though he had already been with you once before. This time felt so raw, so much more real. He wanted to be with you in every way he could, in any way you would let him and he could tell you wanted the same.
As he pulled off his shirt, your hands slid into the waistband of his pants, grazing over the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned as your fingers slid over the sensitive head, smearing precum down the shaft. You pushed down the rest of his clothes and he kneeled between your legs. Both of you were quiet, and you could feel the excitement in the air of doing this, being with each other completely. It was vulnerable, it was scary, but he trusted you to be there when he fell. And in turn, you trusted him to be yours.
Pushing into you, your breath hitched. He felt your body clamp down on him, and he slowed, easing his way in. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps and you gasped as he bottomed out in you.
Pressing his forehead to yours, he searched your eyes for discomfort. Instead you gazed at him with complete adoration, bright eyes completely infatuated.
“You’re perfect, Enji.” Your voice was quiet and breathy, but clear. In response he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, trying to explain every emotion he felt, words he couldn’t say just yet. As you kissed, he rocked into you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your soft moans were swallowed by his kisses, and the stinging marks left on his arms only drove him crazier. He fucked into you faster, feeling your tight cunt squeezing around him, wanting so badly to stay inside you forever.
Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and the room was filled with your sweet sounds, interspersed with his praises.
“Taking me so well. Such a good girl. Fuck, so beautiful.” Enji gasped out, his high imminent. Each thrust had you seeing stars and you felt like your body was floating. Moving his hands from the sheets, he slid over your clit, teasing your body. You clenched around him.
“Fuck, right there,don’t stop!” You gasped out, grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching off to meet his thrusts. Enji complied, his rhythm speeding up as he toyed with your clit and you cried out, your body squeezing his cock like a vice. You gushed around his cock, and he fucked into you faster, feeling his body heat up. With a groan he slammed into you, holding you down as he spilled into you. His hips stuttered as he filled you with every drop, and soon the room was filled with panting as both of you struggled to catch your breath.
Easing out of you, he grabbed a towel, cleaning you up before collapsing next to you. You were both quiet and you were reminded of the time before. Nervous, you turned to him and made eye contact.
“Are you staying this time?” Your voice was small and Enji saw your fingers threading the sheets, nervously.
“It’s my house.” He responded seriously. Caught off guard, you burst into laughter. He watched you amused. You looked gorgeous and he would never get used to the sound of your laughter filling the house that had been quiet for too long.
Catching your breath, you turned back to him.
“What I mean is…do you want to do this? Together?”
Enji looked at the bed that was no longer empty, felt the life and warmth that filled the house, exuding from you just being there and entwined his hand with yours.
→prompt(s):“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” & “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
a/n: this was tucked away because I was dying to use the prompts for a certain birdbrain and finally found the motivation to finish it. <3
♡characters/pairings:mafia! keigo takami (hawks) x waitress! reader
♡warnings:smut; light to heavy petting and grinding.
♡word count: 2.3k
Every night since you began working at the club, it had been the same routine. You had been warned by the other serving staff that it would happen–getting hit on by the boss, that he had made his way through them all and he always got what he wanted. Sure, Mr. Takami was a good looking man, he was downright the prettiest man you ever laid eyes on. But he was also one of the most dangerous men in the city.
It was a fifty-fifty shot which of the two had made it easy for him to bed his staff, to use them until they were broken and quit or he got bored and fired them to make room for the next walking game piece. You had been adamant during that initial conversation that it wouldn’t be you and they had all smiled while muttering ‘sure.’ But every night for the last five months, you had managed to shoot down every little pick up line, swat away his wandering hands and you did it all with a simple phrase rolling off your tongue that kept you from losing your job:
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…”
It kept the chase alive and to everyone’s surprise? The more you denied him, played hard to get, the more he wanted you. He knew that you would be the most fun yet, the harder to break the longer he would get to play with you. And being as clever as he was, Takami knew that you would never fall to the same half-ass attempts those before you had, oh no. But he kept up this little game of cat and mouse with you while he planned something much better.
“Evenin’, Mr. Takami, what can I get ya tonight?” You asked with a smile on your painted lips as you waltzed up to his usual table in the VIP section.
“You…” He drawled with a soft smirk, reaching out to capture your wrist before you could reach for your pen to jot down his order and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss at your knuckles while that golden gaze burned into you. “Ah, you know what I like.” He gave in when you cocked a brow at his antics, but he hadn’t let go of your hand just yet. “How about you join me for a drink tonight?”
“Not tonight, Mr. Takami…” You replied, your tone a perfect mix of sweet and sultry as you moved to walk away with a wink, but still he hadn’t let go.
a/n: this is 4hr late since it’s 4 am on a tuesday, but it’s ok. this is rushed bc i had to shorten it last min, so they’re not going to be long since I have to write basically everyday. i’m probably going to rewrite this one eventually, since it feels so rushed but i at least want to have day 1 out.
cw: nsfw, mask during sex
your back hit the bed, looking up at your boyfriend, both still in your halloween costumes from the party you just abandoned. sero was ghostface and you, who didn’t get a costume until the day before, decided to just be one of his victims. blood was smeared all over you and for extra effect there was a bloody handprint you put on sero’s face, very romantic. there was now also fake blood from your hands smeared on sero’s arms and neck if you were able to get a peak from under the cloth hanging off of the mask.
“sorry for leaving so early baby, you just look so cute.”
now sero is stripping in front of you, anxiety building up in your stomach at the request you have and are almost to nervous to ask.
“uh, can you do something for me?”
“anything.”
you smiled at the quick and positive response, but your nervousness still sat in your chest.
“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, but… can you keep the mask on for a little? like you know you can lift if up and stuff for like a kiss or something but just don’t take it off… please.”
sero didn’t move for a second, contemplating the thought. you noticed his face slowly turn a bright red, a smile came to his face as he picked up the mask and put it back on.
“how can I say no to such a cute face?”
the relief and excitement showed on your face, and sero kept to his word. he leaned down to give you a kiss, lifting up the mask to reveal his mouth, the sight gave you butterflies.
he didn’t waste time getting your clothes off, and going to work on you. you didn’t know what it was, but the way he was touching you was so sensual. the way his hands rubbed your thighs and held your hips to line himself up, the way his thumbs rubbed your sides to soothe you while he started off with a hard pace. everything just felt 10x better than it usually would, he was taking care of you.
“hanta, go a little slower- please.”
“you gotta ask a little nicer, baby”
your pride wouldn’t let you, and he knew that. but he still gave you a little time to respond. making sure to smack into you a little harder. your legs slightly squeezing his sides every time.
“too bad then.”
his muffled voice said from under the mask, keeping up with his slightly harder thrusts. he relished in the way your body was squirming every time he smacked back into you, your hands holding onto his forearms for support. you were admiring all the fake blood you smeared onto his body, he looked good this way. the shaky breaths and whimpers you let out going straight to his dick.
“you sound so pretty baby.”
you just gave him a moan that should’ve been words back in response. one of his hands letting your hip go and playing with your tits. he lifts his mask up to reveal his mouth, going down to lick and bite your nipples. the action pushes his mask up more, when he picks his head up to observe his work, which is red marks scattered across your chest, you see his face. he’s hot and sweaty from being in the mask, and he has a smile on his face, enjoying this as much as you are. he leans up to give you a kiss, biting your bottom lip as he pulls away.
he shakes his mask back down on his face as he goes back up, now bracing his hands on the backs of your legs. with the position of his hands he starts pushing your Kees to your chest, making you cry out louder as he’s mumbling praises to you.
“you feel fucking amazing, do you feel good baby?”
you’re only able to manage a “yea”, but the way you moaned around your words was music to your boyfriends ears. he leaned forwards, pulling up his mask to expose his mouth, a big smile on his face.
“should we get more accurate to the movie and pull out a knife too?”
a/n: i didn’t think i’d end up writing dabi, bc at first i didn’t think i would write him the way i like how other ppl write him. but i’d be lying if i said this isn’t one of my favs… enjoy
cw: drug use, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, public restroom sex, dumbification a little, daddy kink, slapping, squirting
your phone ringing was what started the big interruption of the night with your friends. of course it could only be dabi, you stepped away to answer the phone in a very annoyed tone.
“what do you want? i thought you were out today too.”
your tone is harsher than you’d usually dare, but you can also hear the muffled noise of music and people on his end. it’s starting to feel like the interruption was just for him to inconvenience you, but you get a very pleasant sigh and the sound of your boyfriends voice.
“come get me.”
there was an echo where he was, so you figured he was in the restroom and got increasingly worried. did he get into trouble? did he take something without thinking again?
“uh- okay where are you? are you okay?”
“oh i’m perfect princess, i just prefer when the food comes to me. my legs are suited for sitting right now.”
you ignore his dumb comment and head to where he said he was. stepping into the club and pushing past men in line for the restroom, all of them looking at you quizzically. you find your boyfriend sat in an open stall, head hung back.
“get up, dirtbag.”
you tell him, grabbing his forearm and trying to lift him. at first you thought you struggled to get him up was because he was passed out and all dead weight, but you soon find out it was his resistance. he tugs his arm and pulls you down with it, he lands you on his splayed out lap. after he sits you upright, ignoring your curses and asking what the fuck is wrong with him, he closed the stall with his foot and continues to ignore you.
“i’m just here to get you out of here, i had to leave and-“
“-wanna fuck you.”
he lets out in almost a whine, you’re easily taken aback by this. his face stuffed into your neck to leave open mouthed kisses and marks on you. when he grinds up into you it’s easy to notice he’s already half hard, you don’t know how to react. the sudden bombardment of affection and stimulation are undoubtedly making you feel good.
“mhn, fuck off, dabi. let’s get home first.”
dabi lifts his face to finally meet your eyes, his heavily lidded as usual, but you notice his insanely dilated pupils. his eyes almost completely overtaken by his pupils, you almost already know what’s going on, but you won’t deny how much hotter it makes your counterpart look.
“no can do, babe. molly makes me horny, trying to fuck you right now.”
he lazily let’s out, you smell alcohol on his breath but that was a given. he traps you in his lap, holding hard onto your hips. he sets the motion for you, holding onto your belt loops to push and pull yourself onto him. his breath already heavy with arousal, you let your head hang back when you feel him push up into you while he pulls you down. he was always able to get you, and this was usually the way. he took advantage of you position to leave more marks on your neck and chest, letting one of his hands leave your hips to yank your shirt down.
“fuck- dabi what did I say?”
you wish your voice came out harsh, maybe he would’ve listened. but instead it came out as a whine, and your face was already showing lewd expressions. you weren’t making a good case to your soon to be abandoned agenda. feeling him put his face into your tits and lick and bite wherever he pleases really let you forget about how annoyed you were supposed to be.
“couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy, i just needed you to squeeze my dick the way only you can do princess.”
his words easily got to you, praise doesn’t come often with dabi so this feels like a gift. he was back to licking and biting your tits, his hands pushing your tight skirt up further, and you let him. you felt chills go up your back when he ran his fingers up the wet spot on your underwear.
“your cunt is already all fucking messy, you were telling me to wait when it looks like your cunt is aching. stupid whore, don’t tell me no when your pussy is already so ready to be split by my dick.”
the switch flipped easily in him, you always loved how mean dabi got. his words always went straight to your cunt, which dabi was currently pumping two fingers into. he curled them up in search for that spot that made you moan like a whore, just the action in itself already had you moving your hips. the hand you had holding yourself up at the base of dabi’s neck was yanking at his hair now, the tug of his hair made him let out a low growl. his head pulled back for a moment, you meet his eyes that are looking down at you with a relentless stare. one of his hands comes up and pushes you back by your chest, you’re scared you’re going to fall off of his lap and onto the floor for a moment until your shoulders hit the stall door, as well as the back of your head with a hard thud. your ass balancing in dabi’s lap, cunt on full display for him, showing how easily you’re swallowing up his fingers.
“i’m gonna fuck you like this, and you’re gonna be a good bitch.”
dabi lands a smack to your face, looking for his answer.
“did you forget how to speak? dumb bitch.”
“ah- yes dabi- ah!”
he lands another smack to your face, you could feel your eyes practically rolling back. your little fantasy of fucking your boyfriend in a public place is coming true by the second, struggling to hear dabi as your mind is stuck on his fingers constantly curling inside you.
“say it right, stupid girl.”
“yes- yes daddy, fuck.”
he lets out a hum of satisfaction at the name, during your small daze he pulled his dick out of his pants, the sight of the bead or precum falling straight onto your pussy made you let out a small whine. dabi didn’t hold back now that you were basically stuck in the position of leaning back on the door for support and his lap, he grabbed your hips and rubbed you on the tip of his dick.
“you like how fucking crazy you make me princess? i couldn’t stop thinking about your tight cunt and how you make all your pretty noises when I hit you the way you like.”
holy shit he was driving you crazy, you started moving your hips in hope that he would just put it in. you let out a yelp when he lands a smack on your pussy, rubbing it after and making you let out a long moan at the difference in sensation.
“be a good bitch for me now, i’m gonna make sure i have to help you walk out of here.”
dabi always kept his word, his statement sent shivers down your spine, but you’d be lying if you didn’t clench at the idea though.
he didn’t waste time pulling your hips towards him and fitting all of himself inside in one thrust. you let out a yell, your hands trying to grab and brace against something but only being able to reach the smooth walls of the bathroom stall. his thrusts started at an already fast pace, just almost too fast, you hated how he knew your body so well. even from such an awkward position he was able to figure out how to get you right before it was too much, when he wanted you to make a certain noise he liked he knew what to do. now dabi’s eyes were stuck on your tits bouncing, your shirt resting at your waist with your rode up skirt.
“play with your pretty tits for me, baby. do it just like i do.”
his request had your pussy clenching around him, his voice alone always made you whine. you do as he asks, playing with your tits the way his big hands usually do. it felt even better because of the soreness of your nipples from the night before, from his relentless pinching and biting. dabi loved your tits, he loved playing with them until you were practically writhing under him and asking him to stop because they’ve become tender, covered in hickies and bite marks. he loved seeing you play with them the same way he does, watching you pinch and pull as they bounce from his relentless pace, the healing hickies and the new ones he left you only reminding him that only he could do this to you.
“only i can’t split you open like this, right princess?”
you nod your head, your voice lost to long moans that rise and fall as dabi snaps his hips to meet yours, only able to manage an “uh huh”. you look up at dabi, meeting his eyes again, seeing his blown pupils staring back at you. he looked like he was eating you with his eyes, flicking from your tits back to your face that has a fucked out expression constantly on it. seeing his turned on expression makes you clench around him, only sending dabi wild at the idea his face turned you on so much. he felt like he was quickly reaching his limit, he decided to pick up his pace, making you yell out.
“ah! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. wait, fuck!”
dabi loves it when you plead for him to slow down, your hand trying to push his stomach back because the pace is too fast. he feels your sporadically clenching around him, he tries not to finish first while you cunt holds him so tightly. a few more hard thrusts and you’re letting out a loud yell, your orgasm tearing through you. you’ve probably had an audience long by now, dabi not caring knowing he’s the one fucking you until you’re screaming in public places.
“hold out a little for me baby, i know your cunt can take it.”
dabi picks his pace up slightly, his thrusts deep but sporadic. your back hitting and sliding up the stall door from his abuse on your pussy, no matter dabi’s words you really felt like you couldn’t take it. you felt like a second orgasm was already on the way, dabi felt it too. dabi started rubbing your clit with his thumb, you screamed at him and tried to push his hand away.
“come on baby, cum all over my dick again. make a mess on me, show everyone how good you got fucked right now.”
that was enough, you came all over dabi. squirting on his legs, on yourself, and hearing it hit the floor. you felt like the humiliation only made you cum harder, dabi’s hand still rubbing you as he came inside you.
as you try to calm your breathing, dabi pulls you back into his lap. he fixes you and himself up as much as he can while being covered in you, he sees his cum slipping out of your pussy, the sight makes his dick twitch again, he takes two fingers and shoves it back into your hole, making you twitch and try and grab his hand. he kissed the top of your head as he stands and let’s you cling onto him as he leaves the stall, sending threatening glares to every person that looks in your direction.
“let’s get you home before i fuck you in the street.”
he says into your ear, you shake your head and mumble out a “no more.”, which dabi doesn’t agree with.
“we’re going to go home and i’m gonna use every toy you have on you, don’t tell me what to do.”
you knew his words were warning of a punishment, but your fucked out state didn’t let you think that far. you hit the side of your boyfriends head, saying a “no. you’re not.” into his shoulder. he landed a smack on your ass as he walked up the stairs to your apartment.
“i’m gonna stick more that one toy into you at the same time now, you’ll look so pretty like that.”
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