#sero smut

halloweek day 1

masks w/ sero hanta

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?”

Just imagining riding Hanta and he says.

“Keep going. You came once without my permission so your gonna keep riding until I’m satisfied.”

The whole time we would be smiling in between grunts of pleasure and curses.

@frostthecupcake@reinasero@miraclecherryblossomsblog@miggiisdumb

Just thinking about Sero pounding you deep and hard against the bathroom wall while the shower runs still unused. You start making pussy hurt noises and he pushes in to the hilt and looks you in the eye. He puts his hand on your belly and pushes down making sure you feel every inch of him. The preasure makes you cum and he holds still wanting you to cum again. The whole time your clenching around his cock sniffling while he looks at you like the most precious thing in the world but also like the dirty little whore. you can be for him.

“Again Chica sucia. Show me what only I can do to you.”

@miraclecherryblossomsblog@frostthecupcake@miggiisdumb@reinasero

Play Away: Part Two

Fandom:My Hero Academia,
Warnings: Angst, Smut, Frottage, Rimming (M - Receiving),Anal(M - Receiving), Soft Sex, Disussion of Cheating, One Very Mild Panic Attack, KiriBaku.
Word Count:13.4k.

A/N:If this is terrible, we’re just gonna pretend it doesn’t exist and Play Away can live out as a one shot. Okay? Okay. This part gave me so much shit and the concepts have somewhat gotten away from me now, so sorry if that’s really evident in the prose.

->Series Masterlist

Bakugo tosses his keys into the small ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. The metallic clang rings out around the apartment, echoing back at him from empty corners and window'ed walls. There’s a numbness in his chest that he can’t seem to shake when he pads to the fridge and yanks it open. For a minute he just stands there, listening to the buzz of the fridge and the gurgling of his stomach, but he closes it again without taking anything out. The buzzing of his phone rocks him out of his daze, causing him to drift back to the counter. It’s a text message. The new one adds to a notification bar of more until the whole screen is burning bright with a near constant stream of messages.

From: Shitty Hair
‘Kaminari ate your lunch.’

From:Shitty Hair
'… Are you coming back?’

From: Shitty Hair
'I’m assuming that’s a no.’

From:Shitty Hair
'Can we talk?’

From: Shitty Hair
'You can’t just kiss someone like that and leave…’

From:Shitty Hair
'Are you okay?’

From: Shitty Hair
'I’m getting worried.’

From:Shitty Hair
'Bakugo…’

From:Shitty Hair
'I’m not doing this. I’m coming over.’

Bakugo sighs. The last message had been delivered only twenty minutes ago, which gave him about five more before he had an irate red-head banging on his door. He could pretend not to be in, could turn off all the lights and hide in his bedroom with the blinds shut, but Bakugo has never been a coward. Busying about the kitchen, he pulls two cups from the stand in the corner and flicks on the kettle. He puts sugar in one, keeps the other black and waits, hands splayed on the counter of the water to boil. There’s something bubbling in his chest as he imagines Kirishima, somewhere, making his way slowly to his apartment. It’s a new sensation, one that threatens to burn his chest and constrict his throat, but it’s not all bad. He swallows, pushing down the faint slither of excitement that worms its way through him as he pictures swinging his door open to see his best-friend, the man he’d learned tasted like honeydew and cream, the man he’d cheated on his girlfriend with…

The kettle boils, snapping him from his spiral. Pouring out the water, he fills both cups and stirs, letting his eyes drift to the door of his apartment. Any minute now, the bell will ring, or knuckles will wrap against the door and – His phone vibrates.

From: Shitty Hair
'It’s late, let me in so I don’t have to wake up the whole building knocking.’

Bakugo gets to his feet too quickly, called to the door and the promise of Kirishima. The pull is too great for him to refuse, so he doesn’t. Almost tugging the door off its hinges, he has to tense his shoulders to stop himself lunging at the man in front of him.

Kirishima’s grin flattens as soon as he lays eyes on Bakugo. He reaches out, not giving the other man time to react as he wraps an arm around his neck and pulls him in, forcing him against his chest. 'You’ve been crying.’ He mumbles against his shirt, thankful that his lips meet material and not skin. He’d come over intent on starting an argument, or at least shouting a little, but the sight of Bakugo puffy-eyed and lost, looking at him like he’s the only thing that makes sense in his world, shatters those plans.

A strangled sob wriggles up Bakugo’s throat as Kirishima fastens his arms around him and gently urges him back into the apartment. 'I -.’ He swallows, feeling the pressure of the last few weeks wash over him, weakening his resolve. 'I made tea.’

Blowing air out of his nose, Kirishima nuzzles against the other man savouring his warmth before pulling back. 'Of course you did.’ Unravelling Bakugo from his body, he lets his hand slide from neck, to shoulder, to elbow, until eventually, he takes him by the hand. A breath of relief rises in his throat when Bakugo’s fingers entwine with his own and he’s allowed to kick the door shut and lead him away, towards the kitchen and the cups of tea steadily cooling on the counter. He tries not to think about the callouses scratching his skin, shoves away the thought of those hands on his body, tangled in his hair.

'I -.’

'Sit.’ Kirishima cuts him off before he can speak, shoving the cooling cup into his palms before pointing towards the back of the sofa. 'Now.’
Bakugo doesn’t even think about arguing. With the night drawing on, and the warmth of Kirishima’s hand on his palm slowly fading he hasn’t got the strength. He slinks off, rounding the front of the sofa before throwing himself back onto it with a soft thump.

A moment and a deep breath later, Kirishima joins him. He perches, despite being more than familiar with the apartment and shuffles awkwardly when Bakugo’s knee touches his. 'You look like shit.’

Bakugo scowls.

'What?’ Kirishima offers a small shrug, his eyes shining as he desperately tries to lighten the mood. 'You do.’

'You don’t look much better…’

'I don’t have eyebags.’

'The skin around my eyes is thin – it’s the -.’

Kirishima steals the sentence from his mouth with a smile. 'the veins showing through, yeah. I know.’

Bakugo huffs. Licking his lips, he swallows down his hesitance before grabbing Kirishima by the back of his t-shirt and tugging him backwards. 'Stop sitting on the sofa like you’ve never been invited in before.’

'Fuck – watch out.’ Kirishima slips back, almost splashing his tea down his front before he settles again. It’s almost impossible to be unaware of Bakugo’s arm still propped up along the back of the sofa, of his palm inches from the back of his neck almost touching his skin. The realisation makes his skin itch, makes him want to lean further back to feel Bakugo’s warmth, but he doesn’t. 'You want to talk about it?’

'About what?’ Bakugo grunts.

'About today – outside the cafe, you leaving…’

Bakugo lifts his arm from the back of the sofa, letting it fall back to his side. His jaw is clenched so tightly that he can feel his teeth shake, but without the tension in his mouth he knows he’ll fall apart again. There’s no point in hiding, he supposes. 'I went to see her.’

Kirishima freezes up. His shoulders tense around his ears. 'Oh.’

Bakugo’s voice warbles when he speaks. 'Sero saw us out -. He saw us outside of the cafe. That’s why he left… He went to go tell her.’

'How… How did she react?’ Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa, Kirishima shifts further away. The tea is scolding in his palm, but the pain centres him, stops him from standing up and screaming. He can still taste Bakugo on his tongue, but with every sip of tea it slips away. Part of him is thankful for that.

Bakugo laughs. A short burst of a noise rocks through his throat, making Kirishima jump. 'She fucked him.’

'What?’

'I put my hand in…’ He lifts his hand, recalling the sickening wetness on his fingers, but it’s the blossoming purple that pulls his mind back from the brink of free fall. 'Fuck – I hit him. I actually fucking…’

'Hey, hey…’ Kirishima abandons his cup on the coffee table in favour of scooting closer to Bakugo. He pauses for a second, hand hovering over the quaking mass of his shoulder before gently, setting his hand down. With a squeeze, he steadies him. 'You actually hit Sero.’

Nodding, Bakugo sets his own cup down and presents his hand. It’s hard to ignore now. The skin on his knuckles is red and swollen, small grazes littering thick skin on top of the bone making them stand out stark against the tanned plain of his hand. 'Yeah. Pretty hard.’

Eye’s raking over the injury, Kirishima swallows. 'You got a first aid kit?’

'I’m fine – it’s -.’

'Where is it?’

'Under the sink.’

Pushing himself up from the sofa, he slips easily back into the kitchen and dips to rummage under the sink. He returns, first aid kit in hand and sinks to his knees in front of Bakugo. 'Hand.’

Bakugo’s breath catches in his throat. The sight of Kirishima kneeling and nestled between is thighs makes something stir inside of him, something that threatens to make him forget the Hell inside his skull. 'Honestly, It’s -.’

‘Hand.’ It’s an order the second time it graces Kirishima’s lips. He pops open the kit, removing a small packet of anti-septic wipes before holding out his hand, waiting for Bakugo’s.

Bakugo gives in. He presents his hand, letting it drop palm against palm into Kirishima’s. It only stings a little when he brushes the wipes across the cuts, what hurts more is the look in Kirishima’s eye as he works. It feel like being on a see-saw. There’s a violence to the storm swirling in his chest that knocks him from heart-broken to smitten within a second and back again, but just as quick as he finds himself floating, the weight is taken straight from under him again. Just a few hours ago he’d been high on your voice, with your waist in his hands and anger on his tongue, but now… Now, his heart stutters when Kirishima’s fingers grace his. 'I’m sorry.’

'For what?’ Kirishima doesn’t look up. He doesn’t think he can.

'Everything…’ Bakugo swallows his hesitance. 'I’m fucking everything up.’

Kirishima licks his lips. 'You don’t know what you want.’ Dropping the wipe, he reaches into the kit and removes a cream. Uncapping it, he smears it across Bakugo’s skin. 'You don’t know who you want. You love her, but you kissed me…’ Shuffling back to his feet, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. 'But, until you figure out what that is… I don’t think -’

Bakugo’s heart hammers in his chest. With each step Kirishima takes away from him his throat tightens, panic rising in his throat as the idea being left alone in the emptiness of his apartment with this weight in his stomach infests him. It hurts to think, to try and sort through the mess of the last few weeks, but with Kirishima there, he thinks he might just be able to try. Stumbling to his feet, he crosses the room, reaching for Kirishima’s wrist and catching him before he can stray too close to the door. 'Stay…’ He croaks, pulling the other man towards him. Swallowing, he links their fingers. 'I - I don’t know what the fuck is going on in my head, but I know I want you to stay.’

Sun shatters Bakugo’s slumber. Thin streaks of light slip through the blinds, scattering bright slashes of pale yellow onto plain sheets helping him ease into wakefulness. With tired muscles, he moves to stretch out the aches of a restless sleep only to find that they’re not there. Instead, when he twists hoping to pop the stretch of his spine, his chest soar. Kirishima is asleep beside him. His red hair spills out onto the pillow, still slightly damp from the break-of-dawn shower he’d taken before finally clambering into bed. The plush of his bottom lip is rosy in the cool morning, bright and glowing with the faint redness of a nervous tick that has peeled the skin. Bakugo’s breath catches in his throat. There’s an unsuspecting beauty to him like this, something that begs him to reach out and press his mouth to the soft thrum of his pulse. He wonders if he’d taste different in the morning, with un-brushed teeth and the gentle musk of a night’s sleep in someone else’s bed… Of a night spent in his bed. He swallows. Would he smell like him?

Shit.

Rolling onto his back, careful to avoid waking his bed-companion, several things make themselves known to him at once.

One: He’s is hard.

Two: It’s the kind of morning wood that demands to be taken care of. The kind that won’t be defeated with a cold-shower and a stern talking to.

Three: Sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of it is out of the question, because now, Kirishima is awake and he’s staring at it.

Red eyes blink slow, pupils expanding in real time as a steady blush creeps onto tanned cheeks. His lips fall ajar in invitation or prayer as his eyebrows arc, pulling at his skin until shock and his own arousal blend cleanly into his features.
Bakugo groans. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces his head back into his pillow and tries to steady the hammering in his chest.

‘Ah - Haha. G - Good morning, bro.’ Kirishima muddles his way through the sentence even with words sticking behind his teeth.

‘Don’t do that.’ Bakugo doesn’t open his eyes.

‘Don’t do W - what, bro?’

‘Call me bro while you’re staring at my dick.’

Kirishima squeaks. ‘I’m not. I - I haven’t… I didn’t mean too. I just -.’ Shuffling, the bed dips as he prepares the flee, but his knees are barely sustaining his weight before a hand wraps around his wrist and tugs him back down to the mattress. He lands with a soft chuff.

‘Stop acting like you’ve never seen a cock before. Got your own, haven’t ya?’ Bakugo doesn’t let go until he knows Kirishima will stay out of his own volition and even then, he unwraps his hand slowly, brushing his thumb across the back of his skin in an awkward crescent moon before releasing him.

‘Yeah, but…’ Leaning back on his hands, Kirishima flushes.

‘But what?’

‘But that’s… That’s your… your - y’know.’

Cracking open an eye, Bakugo peaks at the man perching on his bed. Despite being well over 6 feet tall, Kirishima has managed to make himself look small. His shoulders have hunched, his chest almost concave with the curve of his spine as he tries to fold in on himself. It’s cute, in a way, that Bakugo’s able to fluster him so completely that he physically shines, despite trying to hide it. ‘My cock? You’re blushing because it’s my cock?’

‘Stop.’ Kirishima shivers. ‘Stop saying it like that.’

‘What?’ Almost fully awake now, Bakugo feels a grin creep onto his face as he sits up on an elbow. ‘My cock… You don’t want me to say my cock, is that it? What’s wrong with me saying my cock?’

Kirishima groans. His face is hidden by his hands now, fingers splayed only enough to peak between them and glare at Bakugo. ‘Stop.’

'Don’t think I will.’

'Please…’

'Nah, s'more fun to wind you up…’ Bakugo licks his teeth. 'Never seen you blush like a school girl before, and to think all I had to do was talk about my dick -.’

'Bakugo!’ Kirishima squirms again, reluctantly taking his hands from his face. 'If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll -.’

'What'cha gonna do, Kirishima?’

Something burns hot and steady in Kirishima’s stomach. It makes sense now he’s thinking about it, that Bakugo’s stupid fucking mouth would probably be his undoing… 'I’ll fuckin’ make you that’s what.’

With his heart beating in his ears, Bakugo feels the swell of excitement trickle into his veins. It feels dangerous, this, like flirting with his downfall and yet, he can’t find it in him to stop. Instead, he licks at his teeth and grins, silently hoping for an outcome he’s not sure he’s even ready for. 'And how you going to do that?’

Kirishima bites his lip. The air in the room feels stale and electrified all at once as his muscles  unlock allowing him to move and then, he’s kissing him.

A gasp slips from Bakugo’s throat when firm lips are pressed to his, but he sinks into it all too easily. A moan bubbles in his chest when a palm wraps the back of his neck and he scrambles, hands tangling into the front of Kirishima’s t-shirt to steady himself. Nipping at Kirishima’s bottom lip, he tugs, desperate to taste more.

The sudden pull off-balances Kirishima, sending him forward onto his hand and trapping Bakugo beneath him. His body curls in an attempt not to crush him, but its not enough to stop their foreheads banging together. 'Oh, shit. I’m sor -.’

Bakugo’s hands untangle from Kirishima’s shirt, only to skate up the plain of his neck and curl behind his head. 'Shut up. Just… Just kiss me…’ It leaves his tongue on a whisper that tangles with Kirishima’s breath as it fans across his cheeks.

'Yeah?’

'Fuckin’ now, dammit.’

A laugh is on Kirishima’s lips as he sinks down to kiss him again. He feeds it to Bakugo, licks into his mouth and steals a stuttered gasp before reeling back again. The hard bar of Bakugo’s cock presses up into his stomach, twitching as he grinds down experimentally, giving it sanctuary in the crease of his thigh.

'Can…’ Kirishima kisses him, misses his mouth by a millimetre and causes Bakugo to chase him. 'Can I…’ The next kiss, he places on his jaw. Then his neck, the turn of his shoulder. 'Can I touch you?’

Bakugo can feel it. Kirishima’s cock is hard and pulsing, pressing slightly to the left of his own as if he’s trying to keep them apart. He doesn’t like that. Desire burns in his veins making it hard to think as a trail of wet kisses find themselves pressed to his skin. He wants it, he thinks, to be touched – to be consumed by Kirishima in any way he’s willing to have him. 'Please…’

Reeling back, Kirishima blinks. Now, that, that he hadn’t expected. 'P – please?’

'Please.’ Bakugo repeats allowing his voice to taper into a whine. He’s sure if he doesn’t get something, anything, to quell the burning inside of him soon he’ll combust. Bucking, he tries his hardest to align their cocks, rubbing desperately into the air.

A moan is kicked from both of their lungs as even the slightest friction sends violent shivers through their spines.

'I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna touch you, okay?’ Licking his lips, Kirishima keeps his head above the duvet only long enough to receive a shaky nod from Bakugo before he’s scampering beneath it and making his way down his body. His kisses make a path, walk the long road between Bakugo’s pecs and down his stomach before lingering at the edge of his boxers.

'Ei – Eijirou…’ Bakugo pants when he feels a finger slip under the elastic of his underwear, a hiss following soon after as he feels the material being pulled from him, allowing his cock to spring free. He’s soaked, he’s sure of it – can feel the soft stickiness of pre-cum on the lowest set of his abs where his cock had kissed them, but he’s not given any time to brood on the sensation before Kirishima takes him in his mouth.

The corners of his mouth ache as he stretches his jaw and sticks out his tongue, cradling the head of Bakugo’s cock as it slips past his lips. A salty-bitterness slips down his throat, encouraging a moan from his chest as he swallows down more and more.

'Shit – H-Holy fuck.’ With his shoulders tensing, Bakugo’s spine curves forcing him to press down into the mattress. He clenches the muscle in his thighs, trying desperately not to buck into the warm cavern wrapping around his cock and reaches out, blindly swatting at the air until his fingers can gain purchase on the soft, red locks of Kirishima’s hair.

The feel of Bakugo scratching at his scalp makes Kirishima’s cock jump and drool against the mattress. It’s an awkward position, being curled with his hips lifted, but it’s necessary. He’s not sure how long he’d be able to last if he was left to freely grind against the mattress. Hollowing out his tongue, he comes off Bakugo’s cock slowly, tracing the vein’s as he goes, but as soon as lips pop free of his tip there’s the faint pressure of a palm on the back of his head pushing him back down.

’M – More?’ Cracking open an eye, Bakugo chances a look between his legs. Kirishima already looks ruined. His eyes have blown out, black pupils banishing red to the edges of his iris’ as he looks up beneath his fringe. His lips, already swollen, are now coated with the thin sheen of spit and pre-cum that he licks quickly with his tongue. A growl vibrates through Bakugo’s chest.

'Yeah?’ Kirishima licks a long strip up Bakugo’s cock earning himself a hiss.

Nodding, Bakugo tightens his fist pulling at Kirishima’s scalp and grins when the other man moans. The discovery makes his chest swell, his brain whirring frantically as he wonders just what else he could learn about his best-friend – what he’s been missing out on for all these years. He reaches out, gripping the other man’s chin with his spare hand and gently encourages him to drop his jaw with a firm thumb.

Mouth dropping open on impulse, Kirishima finds all of his air caught in his throat when Bakugo slips his thumb onto his tongue and presses down. Closing his lips, he sucks, making sure to look Bakugo in the eye while he does.

'Shit, Red. Just fucking look at you…’ He curls his fingers under his chin, feeling out the tension in his jaw. 'Makes me wanna ruin you.’ Teeth dig into his thumb.

'You like that? Want me to ruin you, huh, baby?’

A unfettered mewl spills out around Bakugo’s thumb as Kirishima’s eyes flutter. The low timbre of Bakugo’s voice makes something feral and desperate wriggle in his stomach as he whines and tries to keep his hips elevated.

'Come here.’

Kirishima doesn’t need telling twice. Released from Bakugo’s grip he crawls back up his body and brackets his hips with his thighs. He can feel it, the hard bar of Bakugo’s cock pressing up against the crease of his ass. It sends shocks of excitement up through his legs and tightens his stomach, his own cock tenting his boxers and soaking the material a dark red. 'I -.’

'Kiss me, Red..’ Wrapping a hand around the back of Kirishima’s neck, Bakugo sinks into the warmth of the man over him. Their lips touch tentatively, but there’s an unbridled heat behind their movements. One that builds, quickly until its careening out of control. Letting his hands slip from Kirishima’s neck, Bakugo finds himself tracing the thick muscle of the other man’s back. His shoulders are firm and yet, there’s a discernible squish to the skin, a subtle give as ripples of tension spread across his body and disperse when Bakugo kneads at the flesh. Sinking lower, he follows the shivers of Kirishima’s back until he reaches the divot of his spine. The elastic of his boxers is an insurmountable boundary, a crossing that there’s no way back from and yet, when his hands journey beneath them, he does so with no questions lingering in his mind.

'Fuck… Katsuki – Katsuki, I -.’ Kirishima pants into Bakugo’s mouth, his stomach twisting as a handful of his ass is squeezed and pulled downwards forcing him to grind against hard pelvis and cock. 'I need… Need more -.’

'Yeah?’

Now, it’s his turn to beg. A whine breaks free of his throat and slips straight past Bakugo’s lips. 'Please.’

'I -.’ Bakugo chokes. A sudden rush of anxiety mixes with the lust bubbling in his stomach and makes him swallow. His thumbs trace half-moods into the plush fat of Kirishima’s ass. 'I’ve never… Don’t – I don’t know….’ His cheeks are burning, he can feel it. From the tips of his ears to the point of his nose is aflame as soft embarrassment glows on his features.

'Can I teach you?’ Kirishima’s voice is gentle as he leans down to bump their noses. 'Let me show you how to make me feel good?’

Bakugo nods. 'Yeah. Fuck, yeah.’

Shuffling from his lap, Kirishima tosses aside the duvet. The edge of it catches the lamp on the bed-side table, sending the thing clattering to the floor along with a glass of water, Bakugo’s phone and Kirishima’s bracelets. 'I – shit.’

Wincing, he moves to scramble to his feet, but is stopped as Bakugo sits up and against bumps his chest.

'Leave it…’ Curling forward, Bakugo wraps his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders.

Kirishima shifts, the faint glow of Bakugo’s phone drawing his eye. 'But -.’

'Leave it.’ Bakugo scrapes his teeth across Kirishima’s collarbone, a wet kiss following just after as he works his way slowly up his neck.

Dragging his eyes from Bakugo’s phone, Kirishima’s is afforded a singular protesting squeak before Bakugo takes matters into his own hands. A pair of large hands wrap his hips and twist, flinging him back down on the mattress.

'Katsuki…’ He squeaks, a giggle wriggling up his throat as the phone is long forgotten in favour of pressing another kiss to Bakugo’s lips.

A new heat bubbles in Bakugo’s chest as he hovers above Kirishima, his arms bracketing his head. 'So…’ He presses a kiss to his jaw, following the blooming trail of blush that spreads down the other man’s chest. 'You gonna teach me how you like it, ha?’

It’s a fight to resist the urge to cover his face, but he manages it. Nodding, Kirishima swallows the spit pooling in his mouth. 'Can I…’ Embarrassment curls his toes.

'Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby… C'mon.’

'Want your mouth…’

A grin takes Bakugo’s lip, exposing pointed incisors. Lifting a hand, he trails it down Kirishima’s torso, thumbing at a brown, pebbled nipple. 'Here?’ He cocks an eyebrow.

Kirishima gasps, but shakes his head.

'No?’ Sinking lower, Bakugo’s palm drags across Kirishima’s stomach until his fingers touch thick, black pubic hair. A shiver rocks up through Kirishima’s thighs when he finally takes hold of the base of his cock and squeezes – just so. 'Here?’

A mewl leaves Kirishima’s lips. The tension of Bakugo’s hand makes his stomach simmer and his pulse sink deeper as his cock twitches pathetically, oozing sticky pre-cum all over Bakugo’s fingers. Swallowing hard, Kirishima shakes his head.

Something hungry glitters in Bakugo’s eyes as he watches a blush bloom on Kirishima’s cheeks. The man squirms beneath him, wriggling somehow closer and further away as Bakugo releases his grip on his cock. Cupping his balls, he rolls them against his palm until a whine breaks through the air and then, he’s pressing the pad of an index finger to Kirishima’s rim. He grins. 'Here?’

Kirishima nods, a gasp on his lips.

Settling down, shoulders rippling as he makes himself a home between Kirishima’s thighs Bakugo doesn’t even attempt to resist the urge to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock. He revels in the shudder it earns him, in the way he can feel the shake in the thigh muscle under his hands. There’s a nervousness squirming in his chest, but it’s outmatched by the desire that has burned like fire in his blood for the past few weeks. He needs to touch, to taste…

The first lick makes Kirishima screw his eyes shut. It’s teasing, a barely there press of wet flesh on his hole that seems more experimental than anything else, but as soon as Bakugo finds his rhythm he’s a goner. Cracking open an eye, he makes the mistake of glancing between his legs. Bakugo’s eyes shine as they bore into his. The lower half of his face is shielded, but he doesn’t need to see his mouth to know that he’s smirking. He can feel it as he laves sin against him making his cock dribble more pre-cum onto his stomach. 'Katsuki… I -.’

'Mmm?’ Humming against him, Bakugo revels in Kirishima’s taste. It isn’t the first time he’s eaten ass, but there’s something about how Kirishima squirms, about the breathy moans that drift form his mouth unconsciously that has him insatiable.

'You need to – need to prep me…’

'Yeah? You don’t want me to make you cum like this?’ Bakugo prods his hole with his tongue, unfurling the muscle inside of him.

Moaning, Kirishima has to chew at his lip to stop from crying out. 'No, no… Want. Want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Want -.’

'Say again, baby?’

Curling himself, Kirishima looks Bakugo dead in the eye when he begs. 'Fuck me. Please… I need you – need -.’

Sitting up, Bakugo licks spit from his lips before pressing a thick finger to Kirishima’s entrance.

'Lube… Need -.’

'Shit. Okay.’ Rocked momentarily from his haze, Bakugo scrambles from the bed to dig around in the bed-side table. He tosses aside a pair of leather cuffs and a small bundle of rope, clatters through a collection of vibrators that make

Kirishima squeak and then, he’s scrambling back onto the bed already squeezing a healthy helping of lube onto his fingers. 'You gotta tell me if I’m too rough, yeah?’

Back bowing, Kirishima all, but forces Bakugo to press into him. The first stretch has the air jamming in his lungs and a stuttering moan leaping from his throat.

'Too much?’ Bakugo’s eyebrows knit together. One of his hands cups Kirishima’s ass, kneading the soft flesh there to stop the shake in his fingers.

Kirishima shakes his head, rolling his hips. 'More.’

Bakugo is only too keen to oblige. Sliding in a second finger, he takes his time stretching Kirishima until he’s writhing, his hands reaching out and pulling at Bakugo as he pleads for more, still.

'Please, please, please…’

'Sound so pretty when you beg for me, baby… Who would of thought, ha?’

Clenching his jaw tight, Kirishima growls weakly. 'I’ll sound so much better when you get your cock in me, fuck.’  

A laugh bounces around Bakugo’s chest, filling him with a burnt joy as he finally relents. Pulling back, he slides his hands down Kirishima’s thighs before giving himself a single pass with his fist. His cock is hot and heavy in his palm, swollen from neglect and dripping white onto the sheets below. 'Ready?’

Kirishima’s chest flutters. He’s been ready for this for as long as he’s known Bakugo, but the gravity of the moment isn’t lost. Licking his lips, he nods tangling his hands in the bedsheets.

Shuffling close, Bakugo presses his tip to Kirishima’s rim. He gives the other man one final look over, feeling lust and something more collide in his stomach and then, he presses in. 'Fuck… T – tight. You’re so fuckin’ tight.’ Immediately, Bakugo’s eyes threaten to roll back in his skull. Every single nerve in his body comes alive, sings as he feels Kirishima clamping down around him.

'Kat – Katsuki, Ah -.’ Kirishima flushes red. His body accommodates Bakugo’s like it belongs there, giving and taking in all of the right places as they come together: finally. It makes him whimper, makes his eyes mist and his stomach feel tight, but before he can drop from the precipice into panic, Bakugo is there, cooing at him and wiping barely shed tears from his cheeks.

'Does it hurt?’ Curling over him, Bakugo takes Kirishima’s cheeks in hand.

Kirishima hiccups. 'Feels good.’

'You promise?’

'Promise.’

The first thrust almost takes Kirishima’s breath away. Bakugo’s cock grinds directly over his prostate and with Bakugo’s eyes looking directly into his, he’s sure he’ll come undone in mere moments. It’s intense, bringing his skin to prickle as Bakugo’s forehead comes to rest against his forcing him to see the pleasure as it rolls easily across his features. 'Katsuki… Katsuki, kiss me.’

Bakugo doesn’t need asking twice. He connects their lips softy, letting Kirishima lead as he rolls his hips slowly against him. He can feel each twitch of Kirishima’s cock between their stomachs, the tension wrapping his cock making it hard to focus as a tongue slips between his lips and a moan is fed to his mouth. There’s something building in his stomach, something warm and fierce and uncontrollable, but he’s not sure if it’s the approach of his impending orgasm or something else.

'Katsuki…’

He can barely hear it. Kirishima’s voice reaches and reaches, but it never quite catches him.

'Katsuki…’

Swallowing hard, he tries to block out the buzzing – ignoring everything that isn’t here, that isn’t Kirishima.

'Kat – Bakugo.’

Snapping open his eyes, Bakugo really wishes it was Kirishima’s face, screwed up and worried that had caught his attention first, but it’s not. Instead, his peripheral finds his phone. It’s turned up on the floor and glowing soft. Maybe it would have been different if he wasn’t able to make out your name.

'Bakugo. Are – are you okay?’ Kirishima can feel it, the unmistakable softening inside of him before Bakugo pulls out and sits back on his haunches.

Bakugo huffs. 'Fuck.’ There’s tears in his eyes as his chest threatens to shatter. It’s like barbed wire has been wrapped around his torso, squeezing, cutting deep with each breath. How had he been able to forget? It makes him feel sick. Swiping a hand through his hair, he forces himself to look at Kirishima. The pain only gets worse then. 'I – Fuck. I can’t. I’m sorry – I… Fucking Hell, I’m so fucking sorry, Eiji.’

Kirishima scrambles to him. His hands hover in the air, unsure if touching him now would be a help or a hindrance… 'No… No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have -

’S'not your fault.’

'But I -.’

Bakugo shakes his head. 'It’s not just your fault.’

'Is…’ Kirishima hands shake in his lap. His cock has started to flag, his knees pressing together as he mourns the loss of Bakugo’s cock inside of him. The fall from grace is never an easy one, but he should have at least expected this. It was all too soon, too much. He’d know that and yet, the allure of Bakugo’s touch had him drunk, throwing away his intuition in favour of stealing the kisses he’d yearned for for years. There’s a hole in his stomach, one that he’s more than familiar with as he watches Bakugo fall apart centimetres from him. He’s powerless, lost to the guilt that infests his chest. All he wants to do is touch, to reach out and make him feel better, to press his fingers into the spaces between his ribs and hold him, but he’s not sure he’s allowed to do that. He’s not sure he’ll ever be allowed to do that again. The thought makes him sick.

For a moment, Bakugo just stares. His skin prickles, stomach bubbling as he tries to stem the bleed in his chest that makes him want to disappear The phone on the floor stopped glowing almost a minute ago, but he still can’t find it in him to tear his eyes from it. Instead, he’s frozen, breath hitched as he debates clambering off the bed to reach for it. 'Ei – I -.’

'Can I hug you?’

Kirishima’s voice rocks him steady from free fall. He doesn’t know why he nods, why he let’s Kirishima gently pull him back to the mattress and lay his head on his chest. Their breathing syncs, each struggling lift of Bakugo’s lungs causing Kirishima to haul air in through his nose. There’s no tangling of limbs this time, no entwining fingers or legs to drag them closer to each other; just the simple embrace of two people, lost, seeking comfort in the only way they can.

Licking his teeth, Bakugo lets his head sink into the pillow. His finger itch, desperate to slink off the bed and click on the missed call he knows is waiting for him, but the fear of your voice, of the words that could shatter him again keep him rooted.

'Can I ask you a question?’

Kirishima’s voice is quiet, dying in his throat. Bakugo hates that he’s the reason for it. He grunts. 'Sure.’

’…What do you do if you know something is wrong, but you want to do it anyway?’ From where his ear is pressed to Bakugo’s skin, Kirishima can hear the stutter of his heart.

'I don’t think I’m the best person to be asking that.’

'Humour me.’

Bakugo sighs, feeling his words tug at his heart. '… According to my current track record, you do it anyway.’

Kirishima swallows. 'Okay.’ Summoning the little strength remaining in his heart, he lifts himself onto an elbow. Craning over Bakugo, he lets his eyes flit from crimson iris’ to plush lips before finally, finally leaning down. It’s the softest kiss they’ve shared yet, a barely-there touch of lips as Kirishima lets himself sink, imprinting the memory so deeply into his grey matter that he hopes it’ll be the last thing he ever forgets. Pulling back, he doesn’t even wait for Bakugo’s eyes to flicker back open before moving away. He whispers: 'We’ll be okay, won’t we?’

Bakugo chokes. He wants to say 'yes’, to smooth his hands through Kirishima’s hair and tell him it’ll all be alright, but they’ve crossed so many lines in the past few weeks that it’s hard to know where they stand. Licking his lips, Bakugo brushes his knuckles over Kirishima’s cheek. The thought of losing his best-friend makes him run cold. 'We’ll figure it out.’ He lands on. 'We always do, ha?’

'Yeah…’ Shuffling back to his knees, Kirishima resists the urge to rest his hand on the weight in his stomach. 'I just – I can’t… I can’t lose you and I’ve, I’ve fucked it all up because – because…’

'You’re not.’ Bakugo sits up to meet him, gingerly twisting their fingers. 'Listen, we’re all just – it’s fucked, but… We all just need time.’

'Time.’ Kirishima parrots.

'Time to sort my head out, to – to -.’ Time to choose, he thinks. The thought almost makes him sick.

Nodding, Kirishima wipes at his cheeks and chuffs out a laugh. 'At least now I know why all those girls in college where always dying to get into your pants.’

Bakugo squeezes his hand and shrugs as relief floods his chest. 'What can I say? I know what I’m working with.’

'Eh, you could be better with your mouth.’

A flush breaks out on Bakugo’s chest. 'Same mouth you almost came from, ya'mean?’

Biting his lip, Kirishima giggles. 'Maybe I was just stroking your ego?’

'That’s it.’ Bakugo steams. 'That’s the last time I’m ever going down on you…’

'What makes you think I’d let you do it again?’

Shaking his head, Bakugo growls before flicking Kirishima square in the forehead. 'You’re fuckin’ lucky that I -.’ The words jam in his throat.

'Yeah…’ Kirishima smiles. He can taste the end of Bakugo’s sentence on his tongue. Slipping his hand from under Bakugo’s, he collects his limbs and shuffles towards the edge of the bed. 'I - I think it’s time for me to go…’

There’s no arguing. Bakugo just nods and pushes himself up from the mattress. They dress in the aching silence of the room while still stealing glances behind the others back. The phone in his pocket feels like a dead weight, his hands shaking as he fiddles with the drawstring of his joggers. He wants to call you, wants to hear your voice come down the line and crackle in his ears, but then Kirishima turns around and flashes him that weak, broken smile and it’s as if the resolve in his heart crumbles in his chest again.

Kirishima doesn’t miss the way Bakugo toys with the phone in his pocket.

'I’ll see you out.’ Indecision coils low in Bakugo’s gut and makes him itch, even as he lays a hand on the small of Kirishima’s back to guide him from the bedroom. The warmth of the other man’s skin grants him solace, provides something a little solid as he feels his world slip between his fingers once more.

Still, it isn’t until he’s standing at his door with Kirishima about to cross the threshold that he feels his chest grow tight again. He swallows, turns the phone over in his pocket, lets his hand slip from Kirishima’s side. 'I – I think I’m going to try again.’

For a second Kirishima’s heart flickers to life, but the flame burns out just as quickly.

'I owe her that much, Ei. I – I fucking love her and… If, if she wants to, I -.’

Kirishima nods even though he feels like screaming.

'I – fuck -.’ Bakugo scrubs tears from his eyes. 'I’m not saying that I don’t – I… Listen,’ Stepping forward he takes Kirishima’s cheeks in hand and forces him to look. 'You. You started something… and – If, fucking Hell, if things where different there’d be no way in Hell I’d be letting you go, but, but I -.’

Kirishima covers Bakugo’s hands with his own. They’re both crying, crimson eyes filled to the brim with soaking embers that reflect such a myriad of emotions that it’s hard to pin-point the strongest. 'You love her. I know.’

'I’m so fucking sorry.’

'I know.’

'I really fucking wish things where different.’

'I know.’ Kirishima tilts until his forehead touches Bakugo’s. His breath is warm on his cheeks, his lips warmer as he gives in, one final time. The kiss is long, longer that it should be, but he savours every moment. Salt hits his lips, his tongue, a mixture of the sadness drying on both of their cheeks. He doesn’t know where he finds the strength, but it’s him that steps away first.

Retreating back to the door, Bakugo clings to it as if he might fall. The plea 'stay’ threatens to dance off his tongue, making his jaw drop as he licks his lips, tasting the maybe-one-day-love of the man in his doorway. He wants to kiss him again, to remember what it’s like, so he doesn’t forget, but -.

Kirishima shakes his head. 'I’ll see you next week – or something, yeah?’

'Yeah.’

'Well, I should -.’ Kirishima hooks a thumb over his shoulder. 'Y'know.’

'Y - Yeah.’

It takes everything inside of Kirishima to turn around and walk away, to not rush back and steal one more kiss, but he does it. He does it for both of their sakes.

Sero doesn’t bite back the smile that rises to his lips when he opens his door to see you. The weight that had settled in his stomach lifts, his heart beating against his ribs until his chest feels light again. He’d resigned himself to purgatory, content to bask in the unknown with only the memory of your kiss to see him through. The last thing he’d expected was you on his doorstep, not that he’s complaining of course – he’s never been so delighted to be surprised before. Leaning against the door frame, one arm supporting his weight above his head, he kicks out his left leg and crosses it over his right at the ankle. 'Hi.’

Honestly, you’re not quite sure what you’re doing here. There’s been an underlying restlessness growing inside of you all morning, one that has resisted all of your attempts to calm it. Which was probably why, against your better judgement, you’d sought out the only thing that had granted you any solace over the past few weeks. You chew at the inside of your cheek. There’s a shimmering purpleness along the line of his jaw that makes your stomach turn, but if the sore skin is giving him any trouble, he doesn’t show it.  It makes you want to kiss it better. 'Can I come in?’

'Yeah.’ Sero steps aside. 'Yeah. Of course.’ There’s an itch under his skin as he closes the door and jerks his head down the hallway, easily slipping in front of you to lead the way.

Traipsing after him, you pause by the open door of his bedroom for just long enough to glance inside. It’s surprisingly tidy, with a large open window and dark brown bedsheets that are turned down at the corner, exposing a patterned under-sheet. A faint sorrow slips down your throat as you wonder if he sleeps on firm or soft, if he wakes to splitting sun or a blind-drawn haze, but whatever dejection that had been crawling through your lungs is quickly drown by shock as your eyes fall to his bed-side table. Atop pale wicker, beside a tall reading lamp is small clump of black cotton. You don’t need a closer look to recognise the article, but your breath stops short as the implication of a near-by bottle of lube dawns on you. A heat swallows you whole, threatens your already trembling knees, until…

'You want tea?’ Sero pokes his head out from a room further along the hall and rocks up his eyebrows.

A squeak escapes you as your head snaps in his direction. 'Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure.’

If Sero notices your fluster, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he flashes a crooked grin and disappears back around the door.

You steal one last glance at his bedside table, before the molten lava flowing in your stomach forces you to move. It blends awkwardly with the anxiety flowing in your veins, making your mouth dry and your fingers tremble.

Sero’s waiting for you in the kitchenette when you slip into the living room. He’s leaning on the breakfast bar that separates the room clean in two, a spoon caught between finger and thumb as he lazily stirs a cup of tea. His eyes flicker up, then back down again. 'Not that I’m not stupid happy to see you, but… You said you where gonna call.’

'I -.’ Your tongue swells in your mouth as you think of the seven unanswered phone calls sitting in your call log. You had called, after all, you just hadn’t called him. Guilt bubbles inside of you and rubs against the rawness of your aching heart. 'I’m sorry.’

Plucking the cups from the breakfast bar, Sero slips around it’s edge and places them onto the wooden coffee table to free up his hands before placing them on your cheeks. 'No, no, no… None of that, yeah?’ His thumbs dig into the corners of your eyes and smooth firm semi-circles into the skin underneath. 'You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for, baby doll. Nothin’ at all, yeah?’

You nod even though you don’t believe it. Still, you let him lead you, let him take your hand and sit you down on the edge of the sofa where he places a warm cup into your palms. 'I -.’

'Drink. Then talk.’

Doing as your told, you sip at your tea and let the heat loosen your voice. 'Katsuki, he –’

Swallowing down, Sero schools his features into stoicism, despite the butterflies in his stomach. He balks on his words. 'You guys back together?’

You shake your head. 'I said – said I’d call him to talk things through and… And , fuck.’

'Oh.’ Sero does a bad job of masking the drop of his features, even as he attempts to hide it behind his own cup. He licks his lips, savouring the florals in the Earl Grey soothing his throat. 'And?’

'He didn’t… He’s not answering…’ You wring your hands in your lap. 'And the more I call, the more I feel like I shouldn’t be, because if he’s not answering then -.’

'Okay, let’s take a deep breath, yeah?’ Slipping the cup from your shaking hands, he pops it back on the table before twisting his fingers with yours. He locks eyes with you, smiling soft, then slowly hauls in a steady breath through his nose.

You follow. The first breath feels like acid. Your lungs feel too full, your chest swollen and fit to burst, but just before you’re sure you’re about to pop Sero is pursing his lips and letting his air go.

It takes a handful of breaths, each one carefully following Sero’s lead before you feel steady enough to squeeze him.

'Feel better?’

You nod, letting your palms slip from his. It makes something swim inside of you, the ease at which Sero Hanta operates. It’s as if he always knows, always has a plan and a warm smile, a hand to help you keep steady. Just like he had last night. You shiver. 'Thanks.’

'It’s nothing.’ He winks, collecting his own cup from the table after offering you yours. 'But, for what it’s worth… He’s probably not ignoring you.’

'Huh?’ Swallowing a sip of tea, you have to sift through the warmth settling in your chest until you find the source of your panic. You drop your eyes from Sero’s. 'Yeah.’

'Fuckers probably just on a run – or something.’ He shrugs. There’s a grain of truth to what he’s saying, but there’s something ugly and selfish in his stomach that prays for something different, something worse. He stamps it down, re-focusing on you.

You chuff. You don’t think about what Bakugo could be doing, something tells you that ignorance is bliss and you listen before shaking your head, dislodging the thought in favour of thinking about the things you know, what you can see and feel right now. 'Yeah, I just… It’s just a fucking mess.’

Chewing his cheek, Sero leans back against the sofa. He hums, the sound vibrating the back of his throat. 'You can say that again.’

You pinch him.

'Oi.’ Flinching, he lets a grin split his lip as he arcs his eyebrows. “m just telling you the truth.’

'I wish you wouldn’t.’

'Well…’ Sero shifts until his shoulder bumps against yours. 'You’re always welcome to hide out here.’ He gestures the room with an arm. 'It’s liminal… Barley.’

If only all of this was as simple as a game of stuck-in-the-mud. 'Thanks.’ Huffing out a laugh, you let yourself sink into the plush of his sofa and take your time admiring his apartment.

Sero’s apartment looks exactly how you’d expect it to. There’s a large yuka plant in a far corner, basking in the glow from the open balcony window. Beside it, swings a hammock and just within reach is a tall bookshelf, adored with tattered books, a twin creeping fig and small various whittled animal figurines. It’s cosy. Nothing like your apartment, or Bakugo’s for that matter.

'So…’ Sero shifts on the sofa, bumping his hip against yours.

'So…’ You parrot.

'I, am just now realising that you’ve never been here before…’ He grins, his mouth crooked as he itches at his undercut. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. He can feel it. It creeps like ivy from his chest and up his neck, curling around the backs of his ears to slither over his cheek bones and ripen the tip of his nose.

His fluster makes your bite at your lip. There’s something addictive about seeing him forced to wear his emotions on his sleeve and knowing that you’re the reason for it brings out a sweetness on your tongue. It’s almost pathetic how easy t is to fall back into him. 'You gonna offer to give me a tour?’

'I -.’ Air jams in his throat as his blush deepens. He licks his lips and grins again, his eyes shining as he brings his gaze up to meet yours. 'I would, but – uh – my bedrooms a mess and -.’

'And you’ve been using my underwear to jack off since last night?’ Blinking innocently over the rim of your cup, you swallow down the pleased smile that rises to your lips when he chokes.

'You saw that, huh?’

'Hard to miss…’ Leaning a little heavier into his touch, you don’t bother to ruminate on the reason’s you find yourself falling back into him. It’s easy, a soft slide back into his orbit that keeps the outside world at bay. No-one could blame you for taking it, the reprieve he offers out to you oh-so easily.

Sero clears his throat. For a moment he freezes, caught somewhere between wrong and right as he leans in closer worried that he’s overstepping on already trodden ground. His heart thunders in his chest. It feels like he’s been caught, like you’re looking straight through him as you tilt your head and pout. 'Does that… Is that okay?’

You take another sip of tea to stop yourself from seeming too keen. The liquid is almost scolding, centring you as you try and control the bubbling inside of your stomach. His lips are shining slightly from where he’s licked them and you lean forward, unconsciously pulled towards him as you remember what he had tasted like. The image of him, naked and curled over himself, hand wrapped tight around his cock as he breathed you in – your underwear a mask as he came, hot, white and sticky over his hand and stomach makes your cunt pulse. You wonder how many times he’d done it, what he’d been picturing while he did, if the smell of you alone had been enough to make him loose his composure. Swallowing hard, you slip your tea back onto the table and nod, breathless.

'Yeah… Yeah, it’s okay.’

He sets his tea on the floor to be able to take your chin in hand. Calloused fingers curl under your jaw, bringing your eyes to his as he leans so close your breath fans his face. 'Yeah? S'okay I used your pretty lace to get off?’

'Yeah.’ It’s vicious the way you’re lured back in, your pulse sinking lower and lower as you let yourself slip closer until knees are bumping knees. Here, right now, it’s all to easy to forget about Bakugo, about the infidelity and the missed phone calls; about the possibility of his decision meaning the end of you.

Sero brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently. 'Do you like it? Knowing what I did…’

Nodding, you tighten your jaw to stop a moan from breaking from your lips, but before the muscle can even tense, Sero’s there. His fingers dig into the bone, stopping you from sealing the noise away. Instead, you moan, shuffling on the sofa as you struggle to clamp your thighs together.

It’s electric. This, whatever it is. He can feel you canting forward, see the way you wriggle, pressing down on the couch cushion for a little relief. Letting his eyes sink to your lips, he allows himself a lingering look at your body before dragging his gaze back. He makes sure you’re hanging off his every word when he finally speaks again, his voice low, barely audible as if he’s feeding you a filthy secret.  'You wanna know how many times I came?.. How long I spent fisting myself stupid with those pretty little things pressed to my face? How quick I came when I wrapped them around my cock -.’

'Hanta….’ You whine as his words settle in your ears. Twisting, you try and stem the prickling of your skin, but it’s pointless.

Using his free hand, he brushes his knuckles over your cheeks mumbling compliments under his breath as he makes no attempt of hiding the swell that presses to the thin cotton of his sweat-pants. 'Yeah, baby?’

It’s the smile that does it. The one that’s crooked in all the right places and causes the edges of his eyes to crinkle as he let’s his emotions play out clearly on his face. Lust swims in his eyes, shimmering bright in the inkiness of his iris.
'C'mon…’ He coos. 'Tell me what you want and I’ll give you it –.’ Swallowing, he lets his nose bump against yours. 'I’d give you everything.’

Lifting your head slightly, you brush your nose against his. 'Hanta – I …’

'Good girl… I can make you feel good, okay… Make you -.’

A vice wraps itself around your lungs. 'I -.’ It’s as if his voice plays to you on stereo, the soft playfulness of Sero’s tones mixing horribly with the rough of Bakugo’s. Deja vu repeats on you as you scramble backwards, pressing yourself to the arm of the sofa. You bite at your lip, hoping the pain will provide a distraction from the melody of memories that plays out in your mind, but it doesn’t.

'Baby…’

Sero’s voice reaches out to you through the fog. His hands come next, they tap gentle against your shoulders, but as soon as he’s able to press his palms to your biceps, you flinch. It’s too much. The sudden rush of reality leaves you spinning and sensitive as the carefully crafted bubble of the apartment loses it’s effect. Your phone feels heavy now, nestled in the bottom of your pocket, but even now you can’t find it in you to check it. 'I’m -.’

'No, no – it’s okay. I – fuck – I’m sorry.’ Lifting his palms in surrender, he shuffles backwards on the sofa to create more distance. His throat burns, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggles to get a handle on the situation. He’d thought he’d been reading the room, but the thought that he had been pushing his intentions sours his mouth. 'I – I came on a bit strong there, I – fuck, I wasn’t thinking.’ He tries to chuckle, but the sound gets caught in his throat.

'It’s not… It’s not that, I -.’ Your tongue feels heavy. So swept up in Sero’s aura, in the space that had been slowly growing in your heart since he had left that night, you’d almost forgotten the reason you’d found yourself back in his presence at all. Knotting your fingers on your lap, you force yourself to pull back. '… I called him.’

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again just as quick. His fingers itch, his heart still beating, hammering against his chest in it’s anxiety to be pressed back to yours. Part of him wants to reach out, to reel you back in slowly until both of you are left to bask in the limbo of each other, but he knows better. He nods, swallowing bile and disappointment. 'Yeah… Yeah.’

The air goes stale between you. A blanket of awkwardness covers the rooms, causing you both to shuffle to try to dispel the itch in your bones as you wait in the new silence. Licking your lips, you clear your throat, preparing to say something, anything, as you feel Sero slip through your fingers in real time. You can’t lose him, can’t let this feeling spread like mould, devouring everything that you where, that you could have been. 'So -.’

Shaking himself off, Sero stands before you can speak. He needs distance, or he might just do something stupid. Something zips down his spine as he watches panic rise in your eyes, but he pushes on, crossing the room to slump in his hammock and swing his legs over the side to face you. There’s a heaviness in his voice when he speaks. 'I’ve fucked it, haven’t I?’

You bite your lip, almost tearing the skin. 'I -.’

'Fuck.’ Letting his head roll back on his shoulders, Sero sighs. 'I didn’t mean to.’ He pauses, flicks his tongue across his lip. 'Well – I did. I don’t, fuck, I don’t regret it, okay? But, I – I just wish it didn’t -.’

Watching him unravel makes your stomach fizz. The acid licks at your insides, making it impossible to stay perched on the edge of the sofa. 'Hanta…’

The use of his given name cuts his rambling short. He pauses, eyes still trained on the ceiling as if revealing the expression you’re wearing might be the end of him. Biting on his tongue, he prepares to look, steadies his beating heart for the worst, but before he can sit up and catch sight of you his hammock dips.

'Hanta.’ Sinking into the hammock is strange. It’s shape caves around you and moulds, sliding you effortlessly next to him. Your shoulder presses to him, joining you by arm, hip and thigh as you both slump into the middle of the material. This time, it’s you who rids the room of it’s cold air. 'Look at me… Please.’

ᴄ/ᴡ:18+/ ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ/ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ/  ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ. ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢᴀɢɢɪɴɢ. sᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏʀᴀʟ. ᴀɴᴀʟ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ. sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛᴇᴍᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ᴄᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ.

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪᴅᴇᴀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴇʀᴏ sɴᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ! ʙᴄ sᴇʀᴏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴛ.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ.

ʟɪɴᴋs: ɴᴀᴠ+ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ/ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ/ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx/ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀʀᴇ-ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ&sᴀɴᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ
ʙᴏᴛʜ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴘᴏᴄ! ғᴇᴍ

unedited :p

Izuku

♡ He loves taking you on the couch.

♡ It makes him feel adventurous and it’s so sensual to him.

♡ He’ll make sure it’s sensual for you too trust me, he’s feeling daring whenever you guys start to feel each other up on the couch.

♡ When baby boy becomes a pro hero I like to believe he’s uhhhhhhhh prettyfuckinnasty.

♡ Soooo he’s maneuvering you however he wants and he’s vocal!!

♡ He likes the shocked breathless look you have while he’s taking the lead.

♡ “Come here puppy, yea just like that that’s perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me!”

✐ “L-like this Zu?” You’re stumbling over your own words as you spread your legs open for the muscular man. He had since pulled you from your sitting position on the couch, so that your back was on the cushions now, your legs hanging off of the edge until he decided to tell you to spread them before him.

“Yea just like that that’s perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me puppy.” He’s praising you as he gets on his knees, hips leveled with your sopping cunt. He was excited because it had been a while since you two have fucked anywhere but the bed. He didn’t even waste time undressing, instead he pushed his jeans and underwear below his throbbing cock before grabbing it in his hand.

He was about to go in, one look at your pouting face was already enough to tell him that he had made you wait for too long. Your pussy makes him think otherwise though as he looks at it in its dripping exposed nature and freezes. He dips down quickly and kisses your folds sloppily before sitting back up and smacking his cock on the lips, “Zu! Fuck!”

“Sh sh sh baby I know. I’m gonna fuck you right now. Not gonna make my pretty girl wait any longer.” He coos as he starts to push inside your slippery brown folds and your mouth is gaping instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He always makes sure that you can feel every inch of him going in and it always leaves you breathless no matter how many times you take him. No sooner is his hips coming flush with the bottoms of your thighs and ass. He places his rough hands on your sides so he can start bringing you to match his thrust and you’re nodding, mouth still ajar as you egg him on.

“I always love when y-you fuck me!” You coo, squeezing your legs in your hands as you try to hold them open for him and he’s moaning, furrowing his eyebrows as he continues to get swallowed by your walls.

“You feel so good baby, oh fuck!” His groans, throwing his head back as he begins to bring you to his thrust more violently and your quivering, feeling him finally smack into your gspot.

Your right hand slips from the hold on your thigh and finds his prominent ass cheek where you grab, so you can push him back inside you not wanting him to retract his hips all the way.

“F-fuck y/n!” He gasps, the action making him grind repeatedly into your gspot which makes your walls constrict around him.

In a flash he’s standing up and grabbing you by the waist so that your lower half is up in the air, the only thing touching the couch is your head and shoulders blades which makes you squeal.

He looks down at you, eyes low as he squats a bit to quite literally drop his cock into your pussy, “agh- Zu! It’s- oh my fucking god-

You’re gasping at the new angle he’s hitting, eyes crossing as he continues to slam his cock into your walls with the brute strength of his legs and all you can do is sit there and take it. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his thumb starts rubbing tight circles into your clit.

You’re babbling now, “pls don’t stop!” Spills from your lips repeatedly only sparring him to multiply the intensity of his actions. The new position has you soaking and spasming so desperately that he knows he won’t last.

“C’mon puppy cum with me- w-wanna cum with you!”

He’ll eat that dripping pussy that’s oozing his and your fluids in the same position before flipping you around. He can’t get enough of that dazed breathless look you have as you allow him to pull you through orgasm after orgasm.

Katsuki

♡ This whore.

♡ He lovesssssss anywhere he can bend you over.

♡ *Runner up thoe is in the bed, still in doggy as he smashes you into the mattress under the weight of his huge ass body*

♡ Point blank period, seeing that ass ripple against him is something that personally makes his mouth water.

♡ But all in all he likes to torture you when you’re in this position.

♡ His favorite out of all the surfaces he’s bent you over is the sink in the bathroom.

♡ He’s in ultra dom mode like this regardless.

♡ No matter what you do to defy him he always dishes it back tenfold in this position.

♡ “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!”

✐ “Go ahead whore, fuck into me, see who taps out first!” He growls into your ear which makes you whimper as you continue to thrust your ass back into his sharp, erratic thrusts.

You’re abundantly aware that you fucked up. You were acting like a brat all day and when he finally got his hands on you it was in the very position he loved to do so much. Not only did he love to degrade you when you were bent over, taking him so helplessly, but he loved that you two could watch through the mirror.

In efforts to turn the tide and gain some leverage against him, you started to throw your ass back against him. At first it caught him off guard, but fuck did he love it. It was like a mission to him and you just made it all the more provocative.

Your actions just made the fucking all the more brutal too as he tried to get you to come undone before him, “my g-god Su-suki!!!” You begin to whine and he’s scoffing, rolling his eyes as he smacks your ass hard.

“Already can’t take it?” His hands squeeze at your sides as he pistons forward, the steam from the shower you were supposed to turn off when you got out of it, is making you both sweat. The muscles in his legs are starting to burn and he knows you’re not doing any better.

You shake your head defiantly, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands just below the mirror, it aiding you to push back into him with more power and he lets out a stuttered groan. Your pussy is so drenched that he is parting them with ease, meeting your spongy core with vigor that has your legs trembling.

“It’s fuckin’ cute that you think you’ll win, babygirl.” He groans, collecting your hands and pinning them behind your back as he uses his other to rub at your clit.

“AH! No-ot, not fair!” You moan as your eyes screw shut, your thrusting gets weaker and he can feel the power of your orgasm starting to approach.

“ ‘s not my fault that you’re sucha slut. That you like this shit.” He growls against your skin, having started sucking and biting marks into it to distract himself from the clenching of his balls. His fingers pick up speed against your clit as his hold gets tighter on your arms when you start to squirm.

The force of his thrust makes you buckle forward, him aiming at your gspot more roughly and you give out with a squeal. You’re cumming hard, creaming all around his cock and he makes sure to point it at, “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!” But it’s breathy and slurred because he loves the sight of your creamy pussy dirting his cock.

He’ll take the fingers that were rubbing your clit and hook them in the side of your mouth, pulling so that your tongue has no choice but to loll out as your cheek is stretched to the side. All the while, he continues to thrust into your trembling walls, fighting the contractions, and overstimulating you.

You’re garbling out pleas for him to slow down because you can’t handle how good it feels and he’s sadistically making you focus on your debauched figure in the mirror while saying shit like, “Whats that baby, sounds like ya got somethin’ in your fuckin mouth!”

Make sure he reels a squirting orgasm or at least another really good one before he fills you up. Won’t stop him from stuffing his fingers down your throat and telling you to not talk unless “you’re ready to tell daddy who’s the best.”

Shoto

♡ Okay so I strongly believe that he likes the bed ofc.

♡ He’s a proper gentleman ofc ofc, but here me out…

♡ I think he gets a big ass kick whenever you guys can have sex on the table

♡ More like whenever he can get you sitting at the edge of the table while he is standing and thrusting into you.

♡ He loves that he’s close to you, but boy oh boy

♡ When he gets you to fully lay down on the table???

♡ Goes dumb because he loves being able to look at you, cutely sprawled out. It mimics missionary in the bed to him.

♡ He adores you so ofcccc he likes to look at you.

♡ “You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?”

✐The way you look up at him, mesmerizes him every single damn time. He does think that he has a problem because the way you look at him when he’s making you feel good is enough to make me do anything.

That’s why he’s become such a fan of taking you in any way possible as long as he can see that face, those cute glassy eyes as he slips his warming cock past your glistening floods until he bottoms out.

“T-the table isn’t hurting you right baby?” He asks through his grunts, worrying about the flesh of your ass on the edge of the mahogany table.

“Gosh you’re so hot worrying even when you’re insid-

He’ll rip a gasp from you then by how erratic his next thrust is, he can’t help it when you say shit like that. Makes him realize how nasty he is being, taking you on the table he eats at, that you eat at, that his guests eat at.  By the way you are looking, you must be thinking the same thing and it’s arousing both of you.

His hands will grab needily at the side of your ass while your legs are thrown over them so as to have you almost leaning back, relying on him as he looks down at you. His own eyes gradually become lower and lower as he loses himself in you.

“H-harder Sho, want it harder!” You’ll moan out and he’ll nod obediently, pushing you so that your back comes flush with the cold table top, making you squeal as he starts to thrust into you harder. He never seems to miss your gspot, no matter what, you’re sure he can find it even by accident as he beats into it like it’s his own personal toy.

Your tits bouncing sporadically, up and down your chest as you lurch upwards along the wood because of how he stands on his tippy toes to try and be all in you- as deep as possible. You love when he gets like this, so hell bent on pleasuring you that desperate little moans and groans are tumbling out of his mouth.

He quickly swipes his hair out of his eyes so that he can continue to watch you drip on his cock. He knows when you’re close. Your velvet walls always pulse the same way when your orgasm is coming fast and your mouth always falls open enough for him to easily run his thumb across his.

It must have been because he was so damn hot already, but he was definitely heating you up inside as well via his quirk and it took him a minute to realize it- too lost in the heightened emotion in your face.

“You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?” He asks as he studies your face contorting into a higher level of pleasure, drool starting to collect at the corner of your opened mouth.

“You’re doing so good!” You’ll desperately pant, knowing he loves the praise. It brings out the nasy in him and this is proved when he takes his thumb and swipes it across your full bottom lip. In the same emotion he collects the spit from the corner of your mouth and licks it from his finger. He loves the shocked look on your face before you start rolling into your orgasm.

“Baby I didn’t even get to play with that pretty clit yet.. Can I still?”

Sero

♡ Ughhhhh i’ve had Sero brainrotttttttttttt chileee anywaysss

♡ I think this charming fucker would def love car anything

♡ Car sex

♡ Car head

♡ Car fingering

♡  A N Y T H I N G

♡  It’s just something about the tight space that he loves. Pulling you close to him and wrecking you in any way possible.

♡ He likes that he can park somewhere pretty too!

♡  I just see him loving to prop his phone up and pull you into his lap and record while he goes to town.

♡ “You like this huh babygirl”

✐Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as Sero pointed your face in the direction of his recording phone, he wanted you to look into the camera, fingers caressing your chin.

“C’mon pretty, pay attention to us, we look so good don’t we?” He coos, smirking as your glassy eyes try to focus on the video he was making instead of the stretch in your ass.

He was buried balls deep inside your tight ass as he spread you open for the camera, toying with your clit, as you rested your back against his chest.

“I’m t-too stuffed Hanta! Youre filling me too m-much- fuck!”

Your shaky sentence is cut short as you feel him twitch inside you, you were suctioning him like crazy, so the micro action is enough to send you trembling.

He had pushed into you a while after he pulled you into his lap, but hadn’t moved since. You didn’t know what was driving you more crazy, the lack of friction or the long intrusion.

“My god you’re leaking all over my lap, beautiful, my pants are gonna be ruined.” He states before letting out a low whistle. Impressed by the arousal he’s gotten from just cockwarming you while slightly toying with your clit.

“Hanta!”

He chuckles, eyes low from the joint he just smoked and the tightness enclosing his cock, before finally giving your pussy some attention. Long, slender fingers that are freshly painted black weave through your sticky lips before light smacks are directed at your entire core.

You gasp as his other hand snakes around your waist, holding you in place as he nudges two fingers into your inviting entrance. As soon as they are fully inside you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding while dropping the back of your head onto his shoulder.

He would scold you, but the way you’re taking his fingers is mesmerizing and he’s falling into the clutches of wanting to pleasure that pussy. He begins flicking his finger skillfully, interchanging aggressive flicks of the wrist with scissoring his fingers inside of you.

“Baby It feels so good. I-I- I want you to move!” You plead as you try to buck your hips to meet his flicking wrist, but his arm is still holding you in place.

“You think you can handle me stretching this sexy ass, hm?” He whispears into your ear before suckling your earlobe inside his mouth and you nod. He’s glad too because he cock is ready from some action, balls filling with release at the feel of your velvety walls around him.

He brings a strong hand to your hip before he starts to use his feet to retract his hips from underneath you which effectively drags his cock out from your walls. He leaves just the tip inside, so that you can feel the ring of your ass being stretched before he rams it all back in.

The first thrust is enough to indicate that you will not last at all. He knew what he was doing as he continued to fuck into you while curling two fingers into your gspot. The pressure that is building within you is one that only Sero knows how to bring out and you’re desperate for it.

You start bouncing on top of his cock while he continues to stretch your holes which has him groaning, “you like this huh babygirl, gonna cum already for me?” He can barely keep himself from going slack jaw as it feels like your walls will snap him in half with how hard you’re sucking him in.

“You always make me feel so g-good!” You cry out tears trickling down your cheeks as you near the end of your rope, falling on top of his cock, legs having given out.

He takes over though, thrusting his cock into you while attacking your gspot with his fingers, “ fuckkk ‘tsss tight! S-show me how good I make you feel.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re squirting so aggressively around his fingers and on to his lap.

Sero takes his time and knows just how to make you gush.

Stories

1.Only Dumb For You -(Hockey player Bakugou X Fem cheerleader)

2.BigMommyMilkKnockers -(Pro Shoto X Fem Single Mom)

3. “The Question Isn’t Who Am I, It’s Where Am I.” (Scream Series Pt.1) - (Apart of my Kinktober 2021)

4. “I Want To Play A Game”, Second Part to GhostFace Series (Apart of my Kinktober 2021)

5. “What Do You Want! …To See What Your Insides Look Like”,Final Part to Ghostface Series (Apart of my Kinktober 2021)

6.New Year Fun (New Year Special)-  (Katsuki Bakugou x POC F. Reader)

7.Santa and His Helper- ( Switch Katsuki Bakugou x Switch POC F. Reader)

8.) The Thin Walls Started It!- (Hitoshi Shinsou x POC F! Reader x Kaminari Denki)

Headcanons

1.Cumming untouched/ slightly untouched -with Izuku, Katsuki, and Shoto x Fem Reader

2.How they would introduce anal play-With Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, and Shinsou x Fem Reader

3.Their Favorite Places To Have Sex With You-With Izuku, Katsuki, and Shoto, and Sero x Fem POC Reader

Asks

1. It Takes Two- With Jirou x Fem Reader

2. Body Worship- Izuku x Fem Reader (apart of Kinktober 2021)

3. Too Dirty To Be A Hero- With Dabi X Fem Hybrid Bunny Quirk Reader

                                                Final Part !

Ghostface Series Part 1| Ghostface Series Part 2|Ghostface Series Part 3 (this one)

➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex. Harsh name calling as well.

Description:That’s definitely not your boyfriend and yet it feel so good.

Can you tell ?? ;0

You should have known something was wrong as soon as you realized there was a figure kneeling over you as you groggily woke up out of where you slept on your stomach in bed. Initially, you render it to be your cheeky boyfriend, croaking his name out as you rub your eyes about to turn around. You didn’t understand then that it couldn’t be your boyfriend, him being prone to waking you up as he barrels through the house every time he comes in.

Too sleepy to connect the dots, it’s not until cold nimble fingers are placed firmly on your shoulder blade, keeping you from turning around that you know- your boyfriend is always warm. Your blood runs cold as you go stiff under the man, the bed is the only thing making noise under his shifting weight.

“W-who are you?” You manage out, still as a fucking board and a cold chuckle erupts from the man’s throat.

“It wouldn’t be much fun if I told you.” He says and at this you’re throwing a sharp elbow to the man’s face, scurrying from under him when you hear him inhale roughly. You’re flying off the bed to get to the door of your room and are just about to yank it open when a large, gloved hand slams it closed. The other gripping the back of your neck and squeezing it so hard that you squeal.

“That was so fuckin’ bratty of you.” He snarls as he flips you around and only then can you get a good look at him. He’s wearing a, sadistically covered in blood, Ghostface mask with a long sleeve black shirt underneath. His voice under the guise of another no doubt being modified. He presses his forearm to hold you in place at your collarbones as you glare at him, “let me the fuck go-

You start but he’s tapping a sharp knife to the mouth of the mask uttering a long, “shhhhhhhh sh sh sh.” Your mouth runs a bit dry, fear courses through your veins at the upper hand this man definitely has now as he laughs again. His chest rising and falling, his lean muscles on full display through the tightness of the shirt as he moves the knife closer to your face.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of this? That’s not true is it.” He states as he taps the weapon on your cheek and you gulp slightly before the sharp metal tip is lightly scratching into your skin. He pulls it further down, dragging it to the bottom of your chin, making your chest rise and fall with rugged vigor. Fearful, but intrigued all the same, as he pulls the weapon down the front of your neck and stops in between the valley of your breasts.

You can’t see it but he’s smirking under the mask, making the knife catch on the material of your lace bra before it pierces through. Your bra rips open and your breasts spill out, making you gasp as you try to move away from his hold. He only snickers at this, your attempts are beyond futile, as he pushes you down on the bed.

Your hands are bound tightly behind your back no sooner as he positions you at the foot of the bed, tying your ankles together next. You aren’t any stranger to rope play, and you can tell neither is this man. The knots are meticulous and the restraint they create are strong and utterly tight. Even so, you wiggle and squirm trying to loosen them or find one that is faulty and willing to give way when he speaks again, “you’re always so disobedient.”

He’s yanking you up by your hair now, “I hate that.” He sneers into your ear as he straddles your back, the ache in your scalp only multiplying as he strains to hold you in place. The cold knife is felt again on the side of your thigh and your squirming stops as it moves farther and farther up your supple skin, the pointy weapon providing a dizzying juxtaposition to the slight piercing, tickling sensation it is actually producing. You like this too much, you think, what would your boyfriend think if he knew.

You don’t know it but the man will not dare to actually pierce into your beautiful skin. He knows better than to leave those kinds of scars on your body, either way he’ll surely be marking your body soon just in a different manner. He roughly dips the blade under the side of your panties and you can hear the fabric screaming under it, fibers snapping as he slices it to ribbons.

“All the fake fighting in shit only for you to be this goddamn wet already. Did you really think I was your little boyfriend?” He mocks, crying out your boyfriend’s name like you had done earlier and heat rises to your face.

“He-he’ll be here soon!” You lie through your teeth, you don’t know when the fuck your boyfriend will be home, but it just seems like a good thing to say, to maybe make him retreat. Is that what you want?

He’s unfazed though, more excited even, as he props your legs open as much as they can, “well then let’s see how far we get before he comes along because you see dear I think you’re this wet allll for me.” With that his eyes burn holes into your body, admiring you in this convoluted position. Seeing you all bound and helpless before him is such a power trip especially with how snarky you normally are. Your hands cutely behind your back, tied all the way to the elbow while your ankles are equally restrained together. Flat on your stomach and naked to the touch.

You know you shouldn’t like what comes next, but something about it is so delicious. The man brings a large palm down on your asscheek, causing you to yelp out a cry not because you are in pain but because it startles you. “C’mon I know your dirty little boyfriend is at least a bit harsher to you.” This should have frightened you, the fact that he knows the mannerisms of your intimate life, but before you can answer he’s cracking his hand against your fleshy ass again and you’re mewling.

“That’s funny y/n. It almost sounds like you like it.” He teases as he slaps the skin again, harder, making you wince and wither in demented pain and pleasure. “Your boyfriend pampers you too much and I’m not going to do that.” Another smack with jolting force makes you clench your teeth. It’s true too, your boyfriend isn’t as rough as you know you can handle. He always says he never wants to get carried away, too scared to hurt you, but you wonder seriously if he’d ever give you what you want.

“Do I know you?” you shakily ask and the man hums as he rubs the rising, wilted flesh of your ass.

“Are you trying to find a justification for liking this?” His question comes out smug and you’re red in the face just as your ass is. You try to seem serious when you shake your head in disagreement, but you know you must look like a liar as he starts to grope at your ass more harshly. The skin is soft, he feels that even through the gloves he has on and by god does he want to devour you. It was getting harder to wait, for fucks sake he should be allowed to do a bit more than this right?

He should, he decides as he testingly runs his pointer finger up and down your slit and you arch off the bed in surprise, “I’m trying to wait until your boyfriend gets here, but you’re making this so hard.” He growls as he yanks your hips up, so that you’re pathetically in doggy. Knees doing all the work since you are restrained, upper body still resting on the bed, you are now utterly exposed to him. Your whole core at the mercy of his eyes as you glisten and throb under his intense gaze, “can I start or do you want me to wait until your boyfriend gets here, hm? Either way he’ll be watching.”

You gulp at this, your stomach is twisting in suspense and anticipation at his words. You are starting to understand that he isn’t here to hurt you and his mannerisms are starting to become a bit familiar. If this is what you are thinking then you are…overjoyed. Even so, you’re too jumbled up inside to make a decision based on the little that you know and he knows this.

“We can start early, why don’t we?” He decides for you and you whimper, more excited than before, as you squirm which makes him slap your pussy.

“O-ow!” You shockingly babble and he’s rolling his eyes, smacking you again which makes you moan.

“I know you can take more than this, so be a good slut and take it.” He instructs as he shoves two fingers inside you, truthfully making you wince. They’re so long and it’s proving to be a tight squeeze, but not for long. The lack of regard for prepping you has you leaking all over him, making fingering you all the more easy. He’s quiet for a moment, so sooo entranced by how beautiful your cunt is and how hot it looks stretching out on his fingers. How dare his buddy keep you all to himself for such a long time. There is no way he is holding back now.

“Oh my go-

You stop yourself by biting your lip as he nudges his fingertips into your needy gspot and he can’t help how his mouth drops open a bit as you subconsciously arch into his fingers to feel the prodding again. His mental restraints snap as he grips your asscheek to spread it apart to start cramming his fingers as far as humanly possible in you, curling into your most sensitive spot.

“Look at you, such a dirty bitch.” The harsh words mixed with the harsh fingering has you twitching while little moans start to fly out of your mouth. Your squelching is so loud that he almost misses the unlocking of the front door, almost. He stops abruptly and you whine loudly before you can even protest, let alone realize that you’re protesting, he is hopping off of the bed so stealthy. He shoves his hands in his pockets to bring out duct tape which he expertly rips and slaps across your mouth. After, he stretches his lean body out before looking down at you, “show time.”

You’re shocked until he leaves the room, what follows is loud grunts and thumps before he kicks the door open with his foot, tsking “fuckin’ hell you both are a lot of work.” He has your boyfriend in hand, more like has your boyfriend’s hands behind his back as he shoves him to sit in the desk chair. He makes sure it’s directly facing you as he works to restrain him to it which proves hard since your boyfriend is fighting and yelling, “y/n d-did this prick hurt you?”

A laugh bubbles out of the masked man when you sporadically shake your head ‘no’ without even realizing how crazy you are being.

“See she likes it and I haven’t even done much. Why don’t I fill you in?”

With that he returns to the position on the bed over you, making sure to tug your ass back in the air all the while your boyfriend is yelling out protests to get his hands off and away from you. You’re wide eyed, staring into his beautiful eyes when you feel the anonymous man’s fingers prodding at your entrance again. The way your eyes flutter can’t be controlled as he skillfully remembers exactly where the spot is that makes you arch and twitch.

“We’ve gotten a bit acquainted.” The man chuckles as he slaps your ass aggressively which makes your boyfriend’s eyes twitch. He can’t believe his eyes. He has never seen you like this in all the times he’s ravished you, too scared to show you how nasty he has thought about treating you. But now seeing you all tied up, naked, and with your ass in the air while some stranger is two fingers deep in you stirs something in him.  

“Look how fast I make your whore girlfriend cum.”

Your eyebrows are furrowed inward as your eyes unfocus on your boyfriend. He knows that face too well, he knows you are cumming on that asshole’s fingers, almost on command which makes the man let out a low impressed whistle. When you are done and panting hard under the rough duct tape he smacks your pussy which is puffy and sensitive, causing you to squirm and hips to fall.

He smacks the side of your face as soon as the tops of your thighs meet the bed sheets and your boyfriend is yelling again, angrily, but the man just ignores him “did I tell you to fucking let your legs fall?” When you don’t answer he smacks you again, adding a bit more force to the point where it stung and it’s enough to pull you out of the shocking orgasm you just had. You’re shaking your head rapidly and he hums in approval, watching as you arch yourself again.

“You see how she’s getting ready for me? This is what happens when you don’t properly discipline a bitch.” He’s talking to your boyfriend now, but you whimper at how harsh he is being to you. What will it take for you to get some praise, you sickly think, as you wag your ass for him which even surprises him.  

“Looks like somebody wants to please their Master, huh? I didn’t know you were this nasty y/n. You must be a handful for your boyfriend. That’s okay, I’ll teach him a thing or two.” With that you hear the bed creaking again before teeth are digging deeply into the swell of your asscheek which makes you squeal against the adhesive tape on your mouth.

“D-don’t fucking mark her!” Your boyfriend yells, but the strain in his pants betrays him entirely. He is enjoying this too, watching as the man sucked and bit the same flesh he often ran his hands, lips, tongue over. He is fucking tainting you so perfectly. You on the other hand are so deeply invested in how his teeth dig into you and how hard he sucks the skin into his mouth that you are reeling, drunk even, and waiting for what he is to do next.

Your eyes are squeezing shut when feeling his long tongue curl under you pussy to land on your clit, whole mouth open and drooling on you as he makes a show of quite literally having your whole sex within his mouth. His nose is bumping uncaringly against your ass as he starts to lap you all over. His mouth is so hot, nothing like his cold fingers and demeanor, as he greedily flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You’re moaning so hard now against the moistening duct tape that you can barely make out something constantly getting caught on your clit, so deliciously before he’s pulling away and panting roughly. He is lust bound by the couple of minutes he took to lap you up, gulping down your arousal with and  neediness as he relished the taste and abundance.

He sits up quickly, straight on his knees and you can hear his belt unbuckling, “sorry buddy. I can’t seem to hold back.” He rasps as he shoves his jeans and underwear to the mids of his thighs which effectively is enough to snap your boyfriend out of the trance he was put in by watching you get eaten alive.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He seethes seriously this time as he starts to pull on his restraints, but the man is too busy pumping his heavy cock in his hand. He yanks the gloves off to spread the pre all over his length before he presses it against your folds. You can feel how hot and heavy it is as he pulses against you which makes your legs wobble and give out. He growls now, “Useless whore. I told you to stay up, but since you like being down there so much-” He smashes your face into the bed sheets as he begins to rut his full rod like cock between your entire pussy. This time the duct tape does little to hide your noise when you feel it bump into your clit. It sends you reeling with the realization of just who you are dealing with, all suspicions confirming at the feel of the fat cockhead and the cool meta-

“You fuckin’ dick!” Your boyfriend is up in a flash, bopping the man in the head before yanking the damned mask off with anger.

“I told you not to get your dick anywhere near her pussy Touya! It’s too much when she doesn’t know who you are! It’ll scare her!”

“Listen Keigo, she’s not stupid. She knows it’s fucking me. For fucks suck who else has a cock piercing.” Dabi groans annoyedly at the fact that he got interrupted.

“Move your damn hand you barbarian.” Hawks is yanking his hand off its spot on your head that was still pushing you into the mattress. He cups your pretty face while gently pulling the duct tape off.

“Is that true kid? Did you know it was him?”

You look into his golden eyes and nod slowly, “I kind of started to pick up on it, but I definitely felt the- the piercing.” You’re blushing at this, twitching against the cock that is still pressed firmly against your folds which makes Dabi bite his lip as he moves to grip your hip.

“Are you sure he wasn’t too rough? Your face is all red!” He pouts before throwing an angry glare at Dabi who only rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Stop treating her like glass. She wants to be broken, sucha whor-

“Untie her arms at least, asshole.”

He is snickering before he starts to untie your arms and legs, while Hawks dotes on you like the loving boyfriend that he is, “are you okay with this? I tried to listen to what you told me last time. And well believe it or not he’s the only idiot that I would ever allow near you”

You’re trying to catch your breath and compose yourself as Dabi’s nimble fingers graze your skin while he frees you, remembering how you told Hawks you would be down for this exact situation as long as it’s with someone he trusted. It was said when you were trying to get him to understand just what you were okay with in bed since he often was afraid to get too crazy. You never thought he’d listen.

“I’m very okay with this. He wasn’t too rough. Just mean.” You pout which has the black haired man rolling his eyes as he pushes you back into the bed, catching you two off guard, and forcing you to arch again.

“Gonna let me stuff you now? For all my hard work. I’ll show you just how mean-

“You are not fucking her-”

“It’s not your choice. It’s her body Keigo.” Dabi snarkily says, “so wouldya say y/n?”

You ponder for a moment before finally speaking, mind clouded with the feel of Dabi’s piercing cover cock, parting your sticky folds. “You told me how you’ve always wanted to w-watch, right?” You ask and Hawks can’t help but blush a bit at recalling how turned on he said he’d be watching you in this situation. His pants grow tighter as he licks his lips and nods. For the first time of the night you turn back to look at Dabi.

He has a cocky grin on his face as he begins to slap his heavy mass on your cunt, “go ahead” you breathily say. He grins now, pulling his shirt off with one hand while positioning himself at your entrance and pushing into you unabashedly like the barbarian he is. His goal is to stuff you to hilt in one swoop, you know to really knock the air out of you, but you are so damn tight that he can’t. Your sex cuffs his girth so snuggly that he can barely sink half way inside without being stopped as it feels you are going to snap him off.

“Agh! Keigo h-he’s so big!” You squeal, clenching even more which makes the man hiss and squeeze one eye shut. His fingers digging crescents into your flesh, “this is why I take it easy on her. You feel how tight that pussy is. It’s dangerous.” The dirty blond says smugly while watching Dabi try to control his emotions as he tries to push further, but your walls are just sooo unforgiving as they suction onto him even more.

“Fuckin whore, can’t move if youre being so desperate.” The cold man is astonished by the fact that he hasn’t come yet.

“C’mon kid. Show Touya how good your pussy is. Show him that pussy that daddy just loves.” He coos as you struggle to accomdot the veiny intrusion, decorated with piercings, but you sniffly nod your head as you push yourself backwards, stretching yourself open around your boyfriend’s friend’s cock.

“W-wait.” Dabi sputters, but it’s too late. You’re so cute and determined and inching further and further onto him with much more vigor than before. As soon your ass comes flush with his abdomen, you both cry out at the feeling of his piercing knocking into your cervix.

“Keigo!!!” You moan loudly as you quiver and Dabi’s firms up as much as he can upon hearing this. Grounding himself as he yanks your face upwards by your chin as he bends over you so that your cheeks are touching, “ ‘the fuck you keep calling his name for?” His eyes are wild as he turns the tables on you, pulling out of you and back in so quickly that when he pounds into your cervix this time, tears wield in your eyes.

“Say my damn name, I’m the one in your fucking insides right now.” He growls as he starts to grind into you, positioned on his knees as he stays buried inside, grinding to repeatedly rub against your walls.

“Oh my— TOUYAA!!” The squeal that he forces just bubbles past your lips and you gasp once you realize that you said his name, face going red as your eyes flick to your boyfriend who looks down at you with an almost sinful grin.

“That’s so naughty of you. Yelling out my best friend’s name right in front of me?” The blond’s eyes don’t match his words though, they swirl with dark excitement as he gets more aroused.

“I-I Is that oh-kayyy?” Your sentence wavers as Dabi flicks your clit a bit, grasp finally leaving your face.

Hawks only hums as he takes in your lewd position, impaled so cutely on his friend’s cock and still looking to him for approval. What a time to be alive, he thought, “darling I arranged for this.”

“He really did and I think it’s time to properly thank him.” Dabi growls as he shoves you back on all fours, fingers skillfully weaving in your hair so that he can pull your face up a bit to be eye level with your boyfriend’s pants.

One look up to see how the avian man was staring down at you with low eyes made your pussy wetter, “c’mon Keigo use her mouth. It’s still available and she’s waiting.” He did not need any convincing, ridding himself down to the boxers before slipping his pretty cock out. You sigh contently when seeing it, throwing an adoring look at him before opening your mouth.

Both men are aroused by your show as Hawks puts himself in your mouth. You quickly make work of moaning around him while sucking and wetting his whole length up. Just when you throw a lewd look at him, Dabi retracts himself all the way to the tip before pushing fully back inside.

The moan gets stifled by how far Hawk’s cock lodges in your throat, the force of Dabi’s thrust propelling you forward on the other man. The sudden action makes your teeth graze more harshly along your boyfriend’s length than you would have done, making him sputter out his own moan.

“Suck him properly or else.” Dabi threatens as he begins to rhythmically fuck into you tight heat, each thrust parting your gummy walls while each retraction rubbed them teasingly slow. Your boyfriend’s hand is snaking down to your throat as he begins his own snapping of the hips.

He’s groaning loudly as he feels where his cock falls in your throat upon each thrust as you gag and slurp around him, eyes teary as you begin to moan too. It’s dizzying and you almost feel like it isn’t real, being able to take both men’s actions, but then Dabi lands a painfully hot slap to your ass and you’re all there again.

“Don’t you start to fuckin going dumb yet, we haven’t even fucked you at the same time.” Your body jerks at this as you try to look at your boyfriend in shock, but he almost ignores your bewildered looks as he lazily smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He’s still plunging into your throat when Dabi chuckles at your weak attempts to talk.

He pulls out of you before collecting all of the slick you’ve produced on his cock and slathering it on your asshole which makes you jump, “you’re lucky I’m prepping you.”  With that he begins to circle his pointer finger around your ass and inches inside slowly, but when seeing how fast it plunges in he throws a quick glance at the other man.

“She’s a nasty girl, she doesn’t need the prep. She’s taken stuff up the ass.” He grunts as you start to play with his balls, but when registering what he said you’re shaking your head. You’ve certainly never taken anything as big as Dabi and you want to voice that, but he cuts you off soon thereafter.

Pierced tongue circling around your puckering hole which makes you gasp loudly, Hawks’s member coming out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

“I-I haven’t taken anything really b-

It’s your boyfriend’s turn to grab you by the face roughly, firmly squeezing your cheeks between his hands as he gives you a stern look. “You can take it. I say so.”

Your eyes gloss over at the sight and sound of your man being so dominant and you nod in a trance which makes him smirk, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. He doesn’t stop there though he’s turning his head to the side to slip his tongue in your mouth which you happily allow.

You get lost in his mouth having missed his sweet lips, but are torn from the delicacy when you feel Dabi’s member placed at your asshole. You’re about to pull back, but the blonds hand flies to the back of your head to keep you in place as your eyes fly open. His mouth consumes your whimpers that turn into squeals as Dabi pushes himself inside your quivering asshole.

Even with him having lapped you up back there and slathering the slick from your vagina on you, it still feels utterly helpless as he stretches you to the max. By the time he is fully inside, you have tears streaming down your face because of how weird it feels. It hurts but not as much as you anticipated, how full he is making you feel is what has you squirming and hiccuping.

“I know I know. It just feels so good right? You don’t know what to do with your dumb self.” Dabi mocks as you cry against Hawks’s lips to which he finally releases the hold on your head.

“Let’s get these legs of yours up too.”

With that the black haired man is hoisting you up so that he has your legs up on your shoulders, back flush against his chest as he full Nelsoned you- exposing you fully to your man who growls.

It is the Pro Hero’s turn to mount the bed, positioning himself on his knees right in front of you as he grips his dripping erection. He quickly spits on your pussy before he fixes himself at your entrance, “w-wait I don’t think I ca-

You’re red in the face when the fiery man smashes you against him tighter, daring you to protest “something you wanna say?”

In the short time it takes you to think about defying him, the blond is plummeting through your silky needy walls with his own desperate vigor. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out and when he does you yelp, feeling his fat cock knock into Dabi’s who sucks in his own rush of air.

“F-fuckin shit kid it’s a real tight fit in here now that you have a cock stuffed in that hot ass too.” Hawks sputters, but you’re too busy trying not to cum to even register his words. It’s not until Dabi starts to move that you’re pulled back into this moment while Hawks starts to thrust in time with his friends.

The cloak of pleasure that washes over you makes your toes curl as you start to finally try and verbalize how you’re feeling. But you can’t even get a sentence out before Dabi’s mocking your weak attempts at speaking.

“You see that Keigo? Seems she’s trying to formulate sentences.” He strains and the blond is laughing.

His fingers immediately find your puffy, sticky clit which he starts to run tight circles around, “it’s okay this will get her babbling. She loves when daddy plays with her pussy right?” He states as he grabs you by the face and you mewl loudly while nodding.

That’s just what you start doing too, babbling about how they’re mean for making you feel this good as the man continues to rub rough circles around your clit. His pace starts picking up when the two start to trade thrust. One pounding fully in while the other is pulling out just to shove inside while the other starts to pull out.

There is quite literally no depth of you not getting fucked and you start to see white, legs shaking by your ears as they course with pleasure and pain from Dabi’s hold. Just as you thought you couldn’t get more fucked, Hawks starts to coax you to turn your head so that you can see Dabi.

You’re about to plummet into the depth of your strongest orgasm ever when the blond starts to whisper about how you should kiss his best friend. Teary eyes laced with obedience, you press your wet puffy lips to the man’s cold ones silencing what would have been his protests which shocks him completely.

His hips stutter while he lets out a low whiny moan against your lips as you kiss him passionately. Absentmindedly moving your lips against his as you start to convulse, getting lost in his skillful flicks and their thrusts. Your orgasm has your holes clenching, but the feel of your lips on his has Dabi pumping your asshole full of his cum.

Losing his composure as he drops your legs, which are quickly caught by Hawks who holds them by the backs of the thighs to continue to fuck into you, while Dabi favors holding your face in his scarred hands now. He doesn’t want you going anywhere as he continues to fuck you through his and your orgasm, hands clamped on your face as you start to try and squeal about being overstimulated.

It doesn’t matter. Dabi is too lost in the feel of your lips and the thought of even being able to kiss his friend’s girlfriend that he doesn’t mind his own cocks cries of overstimulation much less yours. Hawks on the other hand is just nearing his nut, having basked in the bliss of watching you two kiss each other so passionately.

You’ve since gone limp on Dabi as he finally coos praises about how “you are actually such a good girl, taking both of us. Such a pretty doll for us to wreck.” He encourages Hawks to praise you while snaking a cold hand around the man’s shoulders until he can harshly mess with the upper base of his wings.

He lets out a shocked and broken moan, head thrown back as he cums violently. Shaking and all and you can only whine as your body drinks up all that your boyfriend offers as he pantingly twitches while Dabi chuckles out, “good boy.”

The after care is a blur for you, but both men take it seriously. Washing you up and rubbing you down with lotion before putting you in soft clothes and cleaning up the sheets. Hawks has to quite literally convince Dabi to stay, saying you’d be upset if you woke up and he wasn’t there.

You were more than eliated to wake up sandwiched in between both strong chests, their light snores making you curl into them more. It seems that you may have gotten yourself another boyfriend…

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Good grief loves, this shit was hard to write. My first multi characters piece so sorry if it was bad. Also sorry that it was late, I’ve been going through it– what else is new amr. 

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Ghostface Series Pt. 1| Ghostface Series Pt.2 here|

Description:You seem to be getting eyed all night…who is he and when will he strike?

➥➥Included kinks- Bathroom sex, costume sex, degradation, some praise, choking, hair pulling, gagging, face fucking, fingering, oral (M!Receiving), unprotected sex, MINORS DNI!

Charcters are aged up

Word Count: 4.6k

A/n: Could you tell who was under the mask??? ;)

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“That person has definitely been staring at you all night.” Mina whispers as if the person you two had been eyeing all night could hear over the earth shattering music that vibrated throughout the house.

“I know and I can’t seem to pinpoint who the hell they are…” You say as you chew on your bottom lip, eyeing the man across the room from you.

“Wait, you’re totally interested in knowing who he is!” Mina squeals, attracting the attention of a few partygoers near you two which makes you scowl at her. She can’t help but giggle as you wait for those around you to return to their activities, “I mean yea I want to know who it is just because!”

She gives you an all knowing grin and you blush a bit at the idea that you definitely found this masked assailant attractive asf. That was an understatement actually. When your group of male friends said they were going to dress up for the Halloween party, you thought that they meant goofy shit. Not actually taking it to another level to the point where they all looked good and well…. indistinguishable.

You all knew that the group of masked assailants consisted of Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, and Hitoshi, but pinpointing who exactly is who was actually hard. Especially for you as you only had been friends with them for a little over half a year.

Jirou, Mina and you had been trying to figure it out as the night progressed, playing games and dancing with some of your presumed male friends and trying to figure out their identity. Amidst the group was a scarecrow that you now know is Denki by how he is sucking Jirous face off in the corner of the room. Another is dressed with a pumpkin themed mask which you feel like is Sero from the slender, lean build. After that though it becomes quite difficult seeing as the rest of them are more or less built the same.

You have picked up clues throughout the night like how you heard a chuckle resembling Kirishima come from the man wearing the Jason Vorehees mask, but you can’t be sure. Especially when a man wearing Micheal Myers attire whizzed Mina away, who you all know has a known crush on Kirishima. So if the person under that costume wasn’t him then it’d be a very interesting night alright.That, at the moment, didn’t matter as much to you though, you have been focused on one person as soon as they all had stepped inside the house.

The person wearing the damn Ghostface mask.

They had walked in with the rest of the group, dressed head to toe in black. A long sleeve black shirt that was skin tight, hugging every curve of the upper body, making you ogle the back as much as the front. The black cargo pants that rested on their long legs looked great as well and something about them just made you overall shiver.

You had brushed it off at first, too embarrassed that you could even consider one of your friends hot, especially without knowing for certain that it wasn’t one of the two that your close girl friends liked. However, as the night progressed you could feel their eyes all over your body which only drew you to them more. You had thanked Mina silently for making you go with the Bunny outfit rather than what you had planned because you felt that maybe that was the cause.

Not soon after you finish a game which included multiple shots did you feel those same eyes burning holes up and down your body. Although the mask was covering their eyes you just know they were aimed at you. You can feel it. You scan the crowd to find him again because at this point you know that it is going to be the person with the Ghostface mask. Once your eyes meet though, you are caught off guard by them giving you the two finger salute, every muscle rippling under the tight mesh and fluorescent lights.

You swallow thickly as your legs waver a bit under, what you hope was the amount of alcohol you have consumed and not the fact that you feel that you have just been marked as prey.  Biting your lip as heat rises to your cheeks you decide to turn around and walk away in search of the bathroom, abandoning the little stare match. You just need a moment to collect yourself, but as you are weaving through the crowd you feel a hand on your arm. You jump, heart racing in your throat as you turn around expecting to see Ghostface.

“Where are you going?” Mina asks with slight concern on her face as she thinks you may be sick.

“Just to the bathroom I have to use it.” You answer and she nods understandingly before looking behind her at the man in the Micheal Myers attire that stole her away earlier and whom she’s been with ever since.

You laugh, practically able to see the gears in her head turning, “You can stay, I won’t be long!” The pink haired woman makes sure that you’re sure about not wanting an accomplice before letting you go.

Truthfully, locating the bathroom is easy and you are overjoyed that it is in very good condition too. Even so you hurry in doing your business before washing your hands and fixing your hair, moving slightly to the music that is still very prominent but a bit more muffled. Because of how attentive you are with listening, you can hear the heavy footsteps approaching before they stop at the door.

You decide it is definitely going to be someone needing to use the bathroom, so you hurry and swing the door open to exit and allow them in, “oh!”, drops from your lips as you’re frozen in place looking up at the man in the Ghostface mask.

“Haha you’re not here to kill me are you?” You joke in an attempt to hide how flustered you are, but become more flustered when they begin to speak, “and if I am, would you stop me?”

You didn’t know what threw your head for a loop more, the fact that he talked or that he is using the damned voice changer from the movie as well. You know that the other guys were opting for not talking, but this was clever. Very clever.

“I-I -

A small chuckle leaves his mouth as he grabs you gently by the chin, cradling it between his large thumb and index finger which makes you swoon immediately as he starts talking again.

“You’re at a loss for words, it’s as if you’ve seen a ghost!” He laughs almost sadistically now while his grip falls from your chin to your throat, claiming the flesh there while walking forward which forces you back into the bathroom.

“Wha-wait what are you doing?” You stammer as he uses his foot to kick the door shut, using his free hand to lock it. You would be playing if you say you aren’t a bit scared, but the throb of your private area tells you that you just might like this type of thing. His grip tightens around your throat, “Don’t be scared. You’ll enjoy yourself.”

You’re at a cross for words because deep down you already know what this is leading to or at least you think, but nothing can prepare you for the outcome of your words as he awaits an answer- in fact not trying to pressure you into anything.

“O-okay.”

You can almost hear the grin in his tone as he places a hand on your waist, it’s huge enough to eat up your hip and damn rough. Rough hands… damn that can still be any number of them.

“You look amazing tonight, pretty girl. A bunny custom suits what you’re about to be doing with me tonight.” He whispers, nearing your ear and lowering his head down to the crook of your neck. Your breath hitches as his hand slides to grip and twirl the little bunny tail on your ass, humming in approval when he feels the soft white fabric between his fingers.

In an attempt to clear your head and stop standing there like a flustered idiot, you try to speak, “What do you mean a bunny costume works well?”

“Because you are going to be bouncing on this cock like I’ve always wanted you too.” He answers in time with a rough smack to your exposed ass and you yelp out in a mixture of shock and pleasure.

He then places both his hands on your lower sides gently but with a firm grasp as he walks backwards to sit on the top of the closed toilet seat, “c’mere” he coos and places you on his lap. You can’t help but obey as you place your arms around his wide shoulders awaiting further orders.

“Obedient, I like that.” He answers while running a hand up your thigh before reaching the cloth of your bottoms. Your heart is hammering against your chest by now, in sick desperation for his fingers to plunge underneath the fabric as your breathing increases. “Can I?”

Asking for consent only makes you want it more seriously and at the drop of the question, you are producing copious amounts of arousal in your bottoms while nodding your head eagerly. A click of the tongue falls from his mouth as a large finger slips past your bottoms and immediately runs up your slit, “you’re sucha little whore, look how wet you are.”

“I can’t help it when you-

Your words are cut off by the yanking of your hair, causing your head to snap back so that you are looking back into that Ghostface mask, “don’t even dare try to make excuses pretty. You want this cock so bad you don’t even care who could be under this mask huh?”

A pout forms on your lips as you try and protest, making his bulge grow larger at the hopes that you have a particular person you want to see under that mask. “That’s not true, I’ve been trying to figure you out all night.”

He hums again as if you have given the right answer before circling his middle finger around your clit, making you moan into him, “Is there someone this dirty little bunny has been wanting to fuck all along?”

You shake your head rapidly while a hard blush rises to your cheeks, “no i- i didn’t say that!” He chuckles at this as if you have just given yourself away before putting more pressure behind the finger rubbing your clit and you suck in a rush of air. You try to keep your moans at bay and will your mind to think clearly, not wanting to embarrass yourself by allowing this man to figure out that you may or may not have your eyes on someone in particular.

“Hold them to the side if you want me to fuck you with these fingers slut.” He refers to your panties and although it was embarrassing to obey, the mental grip that he already has on you through his praises and degradation made it easy for you to do just as he says. Swallowing, you pull your panties to the side to expose your leaking, puffy sex from all the teasing and he groans which makes your hole clench.

He finally loses the grip on your hair as he moves his hand to cup your thigh, pulling your legs apart while using the fingers he already drenched in your slick to prod at your hole. It’s not surprising that his middle finger slips in with much ease, still providing a stretch that you did not know you want which rips a whimper from your lips. “Such a lewd bunny rabbit.” He whispers while slipping his ring finger inside too, now stuffing you with two digits. He begins a slow rhythmic thrust of the two fingers as he spreads them out to further stretch you open, making you whine loudly.

Your body temperature increases along with your breathing as you start to want more, growing desperate for whatever he can give, causing you to let go of your bottoms and unfasten the top buttons of your costume to expose your breasts. He lets out a low growl and drops your leg, pulling the mask back a bit to expose the lower half of his face before he cups a breast. A defined jawline and full pink lips are quick to capture your perky bud as he starts to ram his fingers into you with vigor. Moans are tumbling out of your mouth more often now and you decide to reach for the button on his jeans, undoing it and slipping your hand inside to cup at his cock.

“F-fucking slut, you’re eager huh?” He groans, words a bit slurred, as your nimble fingers pull him out of the fabric and expose him to your eyes. You partially drool over his cock, as the angry pink head oozes pre cum, veins running up along it as it throbs full with life.

“You’re so big.” You admit, moving to use two hands to fully hold the hot and heavy monstrous length before jerking it slightly. His chest is rising and falling faster and you can tell he is feeling it by how hard his canines are sunken into his bottom lip, holding in groans. You quiver when those two fingers inside you curl against your g-spot and that is all the indicator he needs before he’s doing it again, but with no restraint.

Loud squelching noises are heard along with the force behind the palm of his hand meeting your sex as he rams his fingers as deep into your spongy spot as possible, “ah ah oh- fuck please yes yes!” You start to ramble as you release all over his fingers and hand unexpectedly, legs closing around the limb as he slows before halting.

“That didn’t take long at all did it?” He amorously says, popping his fingers into his mouth and you’re agreeing with him with a slight blush on your face, looking at him with glassy eyes of admiration.

“Why don’t you get on your knees right here.” He taps his heavy boot against the spot on the floor in front of him. You’re too fixated on the part of his face that is exposed to register his demand, he just looks so familiar-

“I fuckin’ said get on your knees slut don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb already?” He booms and you jolt in his lap before thinking ‘oh shit oh shit this is happening.’ With that you scramble to the spot in front of him and he snickers before rolling his shirt up a bit to expose his lower abdomen, taking his massive cock in his rough hand and tugging at it a couple of times before motioning you over with one finger. Moving closer to him and placing your hand on the tops of his thighs, they flex under your touch as he brings the member against your lips.

“Maybe if you do good I’ll allow you one guess at who I am.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, giddly shaking your head and he moans, grabbing your face with one hand and caressing it.

“So fucking pretty yet so fucking nasty.” He mumbles pleased as fuck by the nights events as he squishes your checks to make your mouth open up.

“Tongue out now” and you loll your tongue out with no hesitation. You figure by now if this indeed is who you want it to be then you want to eat this situation up as much as you can.

A slurred laugh of approval leaves his throat as he slips the tip in your mouth to which you latch onto quickly, sucking and swirling your tongue to pleasure him and lap up the salty precum. Once you start taking him further in your mouth, you look up to examine him. He still has the mask pulled just a bit above his mouth, but even so you can see a slight blush making its way up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his lip.

A bit more eyeing helps you understand that the voice changer must be under his shirt and attached to a mic or something because it still has his voice modified even with the mask above his mouth. About this point an ache in your jaw makes you pull off of his cock as saliva drips onto it while you gasp for air, not realizing how far you were taking him. You are quick to put him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you play with his balls.

“Fuckkk, you look great on your knees. Keep doing it just like that, ya.” He talks more to himself than you as he starts to lose himself in the feeling of pushing past your full lips and down your tight, struggling throat. His rationality of staying composed is slipping away and when you decide to snake your hot, wet tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, he loses it. Standing up abruptly, you almost fall flat on your ass, but instead catch yourself so that you’re resting partially on your shins and ass, legs tucked under you.

You look up to question him but his rough hand runs along the back of your neck, weaving through your hair as his other hand guides his fat cock completely down your throat. You gag, but that doesn’t stop him in fact it turns him on even more as he begins to thrust into your mouth. Every so often he pulls out allowing you to breathe, before submerging back inside while using the sinks counter to grip on to. He’s a groaning mess now saying shit like, “suck that cock”, “I love that you’re being such a slut and taking it.” While completely making a mess of your face, saliva trickles down your chin as your gagging and slurping noises bounce off of the walls.

Just when you think he’s about to cum, he pulls out of your mouth with his chest rising and falling rapidly- stomach tight with the thought of release.

“W-whyd you stop? Wanted your cum.” You pout and he groans not understanding how a single person could be so damn cute and nasty. He’s going to enjoy blowing his full, fat load into you.

He’s yanking you up by the arms in an instant and pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, teeth and tongue clash as he aggressively dominates your mouth. You’re taken aback by this because you weren’t really expecting there to be so much carnal passion behind it, it makes you moan like a whore almost forgetting how weak your legs are from just being on them for so long.

But he doesn’t miss the slight wobble and sway to your legs because he’s picking you up quickly, making you wrap your legs around his firm waist as he never breaks the kiss. There’s something addictive about him, his lips. They’re almost sweet or maybe you were delirious really all you know is that you can very well spend the rest of the time like this against his strong chest, sucking on his bottom lip as he groans and cups your ass.

Alas, you have to breathe and when you pull away he whines but clearly needs the oxygen as much as you do, “are you going to take the mask off now ?” You ponder breathlessly, breath fanning against his partially exposed face, as he places you so that you’re straddling him when he sits on the top of the toilet seat again.

He starts to move your exposed pussy along the shaft of his cock, making you moan when the cock head bumps against your clit, “one guess. If you’re right I’ll take it off. If not, you’ll never know who’s about to give you the best cock of your life.”

You groan in pleasure and annoyance at this because it is clearly not fair especially when he is making you grind against his full cock so deliciously. How can you think?

“Come on baby, concentrate hard. Whose fat cock could be making you feel this good before you even fuckin’ bounce on it hm?”

“I-I-

You can’t think straight. You know who you want it to be, but if you say that person’s name will it hurt who it can actually be? Will it change something? Fuck it, you think mind foggy and succumbing to the pleasure that was bubbling inside your core. Your mind moves farther and farther from rationality at every roll of his hips, a thick shaft slipping through your folds until it presses firmly against your clit each time making your eyes flutter.  

“P-please Kat-Katsuki.”

There’s a silence after this as he yanks the mask off, a shit eating grin on his face as his ash blond hair, partially wet with sweat,sticks to him as beads begin to form and trickle down his slightly reddened cheeks.

“How’d ya fuckin’ know?” He asks but you’re gone already. Ascending on a whole other plane of excitement and sheer lust as you cup his defined jawline, pupils blowing the fuck out as you nearly cum on yourself right then and there- only able to utter one phrase after:

“Just who I wanted…”

At the realization that you had been stating who you wanted and not who you thought it was along with the display of your cute pupils all blown out in lust, sends him into a feral state as he flings his shirt off.

“Ya? You wanted it to be me teddy bear? Couldn’t have it any other way, right? Wouldn’t satisfy that slutty cunny of yours, isn’t that right? Want me to stuff you all the fuckin’ way?” He rambles, drunk on desire and swirling with an indecipherable pride at the fact that you liked AND lusted over him all along.

“Please, yes let me sit on your fat cock already Katsuki please please.” Your eyes are glossy now even more desperate to carry out with becoming his fucktoy as you feel in a dreamlike state.

“When you beg so nicely like that how could I say no?” He rasps as he lines himself up with your soaking entrance, “go ahe-

Before he can finish his demand, you slam down engulfing his length within your contracting walls, pussy struggling as it hugs the shape of him- no space unfilled as it rams into your cervix and makes you cry out and shake. You’re going to be so fucking sore tomrrow if the stretch of your pussy indicates anything. You have no choice but to sink your nails into the skin on his chest and bury your face in his neck as you try to not cum all at once for the second time that night. He’s no better, choking on a moan as he practically burns his fingerprints into your sides while grinding his teeth in attempts to not get lost in the feeling of your wet sex.

“You can’t just d-do that dumbass!” He brokenly states and you can’t help but clench due to how sexy it is to finally hear his real voice. To see him. To touch him. You move in for a kiss and he groans, caught off guard but completely spoiling you with his lips as he grabs your chin to dominate the kiss. Your head is all over the place as he starts to help guide you up and down his length, the friction feeling so good as he rubs every spot inside you.

“I l-love having you inside me, Katsuki!” You cry out into the kiss as you hug him closer, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and head which pushes his face into your chest, as you add extra bounce in your movements to heighten the recoil of the flesh of your ass slapping against his lap. He’s sucking hickeys into your skin as you throw your head back and moan before he starts to grip your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks apart which effectively pulls your soaking pussy lips open more. He then starts to use the balls off his feet to push up into your cunt.

Your legs start to quiver as he slams into your spongy spot with force, flesh sounding like it could be getting hurt. “Oh fuck right there! Don’t- don’t stop!” You squeal as he increases the speed of his thrusting, wrapping his arms around your back and not allowing you any room to run away- not that you want to.

“You like when I fuck up into that slutty hole? God you’re so fuckin’ wet!” He strains to say as his stomach starts to get tight again, his thrusts turn more erratic, wanting to ensure that he’s abusing your g-spot as he chases his high.

“So rough d-daddy!” You whine as your legs start to shake as you manage to bounce against his thrust, coming down aggressively as he pistons upwards.

The hickey that he was sucking into your shoulder turns into a bite as he feels the impact of your matched actions, your walls shrinking around him, “can feel you getting tighter. Gonna come on this fat cock for me huh, baby? Do it do it like the good slut bunny I know you are!”

You let go at this, clamping down on his cock so harshly that he can barely keep thrusting, “fuck! Fuck! Gonna fill that pussy up so deep!” He starts to ramble as your eyes roll in the back of your head, his thrusting furthering your orgasm. Each thrust after makes you see stars and squeal out in ecstasy as he pounds your pussy into oblivion, your slick creaming at the base of his girth.

“Please cum please I just- I just need it!” You manage to brokenly moan and he’s sputtering, “fuck look at you creamin’. I’m going to stuff you!” as warm liquid fills your womb deliciously.

There’s so much of it that it has no choice but to start seeping out of you and onto his lap and down your legs as he continues to spurt string after string. He’s experiencing aftershocks as he throws his head back and lets out a high pitched moan while your pussy welcomes his cum, greedily pulsating around him to further milk everything out of his cock.

“Fuck, y/n…” he drags out in a slow groan as he works to catch his breath. Your legs are still quivering and you are an overall shaky mess as you bite your lip, face far beyond blushing.

“Thank you Katsuki.” Is all you can muster up, looking at him like he has seriously blessed you.He bites his lip at this, “don’t talk like that or I’ll fuck you all over again.”

Best believe, he cleans you two up before throwing you over his shoulder, making a show of carrying you out of the party and to his car where he will definitely work to fuck you again.

Tentative Schedule as of rn

I will update frequently to add new posts and completion of others! Stay tuned, but as of rn a post every Sunday.

Also pls complete thispoll about the time you are most active on Tumblr <3

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Week One (Oct 3rd- 9th)

✓✓✓Oct 3rd- “The Question Isn’t Who Am I, It’s Where Am I.” (Hehe The start of my Ghostface, three part, series….)

➥➥Included kinks- Bathroom sex, costume sex, degradation, some praise, choking, hair pulling, gagging, face fucking, fingering, oral (M!Receiving), unprotected sex. 

✓✓✓Oct 6th- Oral Fixation with Kyoutani Kentarou 

➥➥Included kinks- mouth fingering, gagging, and oral (m! Receiving), Characters aged up, MINORS DNI.

✓✓✓Oct 8th- Thigh Riding with Bokuto Koutarou

➥➥Included kinks- Thigh riding, humping, masturbation, DNI, Characters aged up

✓✓✓Oct 9th- Body Worship With Izuku Midoriya

➥➥Included kinks- Body worship, Oral (Fem R), breeding, vaginal penetration, Minors DNI, Characters aged up.

Week Two (Oct 10th- 16th)

✓✓✓Oct 10th- “I Want To Play A Game”, Second Part to GhostFace Series (I HAD TO REUPLOAD IT ;(((( )

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.

Week Four (Oct 24th- 30th)

✓✓✓Oct 24th- “What Do You Want! …To See What Your Insides Look Like”, Final Part to Ghostface Series

➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.

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Heyooo im back holy crap and hopefully for good!

The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.

I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.

Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too

Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.

I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.

DILF!BAKUSQUAD PICCREW’S

Bakugou:

Sero:

Kirishima:

Denki:

dad!sero

@mayah-bay-bee asked “I’ve been in the mood for some Dad!Cellophane lately. Maybe reader is the mom of his kids and he wants to make another ;)???”

warnings:aged up!sero, fluff, smut! fem!reader

a/n: dad sero cute <33

“Hisae! I told you to stop running around everywhere!” you felt yourself sigh as your two year old daughter ran up to you with a giggle. She flattened her palms and in them, you could see what looked to be miniature figures of you, Sero, her and her brother, Hiyuu. True to her name, your daughter was extremely skilled in whatever she tried, and she was finding new ways to use her taping quirk that she adopted from her father every day.

“Ooh, what’s that? That for me?” his voice rings out behind you as he takes your son from your arms. Hisae’s eyes beam as her father admires her figures, and she nods quickly at him. “They look just like us, Hisae~ wanna make some more?”

A sigh of relief leaves you once you realize what he’s doing. “Thank you,” you mouth at him as he whisks your children away on your private beach, and he only winks and blows a kiss as they walk further into the sand. Now, you can actually relax, letting your body sag in the foldable beach chair on the patio of your beach house. The sun is setting, and the slight warmth sinks into your bones, your body unwinding.

When you first announced that you were pregnant two years ago, you knew having kids would be stressful. Not only were you married to one of the top Pro Heroes of Japan, but you were quirkless. At first, you had doubts that you couldn’t do it—your kids would come out with quirks (and they definitely did) that you wouldn’t be able to handle. Yet, in that hospital room, when Sero took ahold of your hand and kissed the back of your palm, you knew you could do it.

You’d never seen a more proud dad in your life. Sero was used to being casted aside early in his career, so whenever he was able to give his kids his full attention, he did it. You couldn’t recall the amount of times you came home from work and saw tape everywhere, but you couldn’t be mad. Especially not when you saw your exhausted kids passed out on the chest of their exhausted dad, your heart warming at the view.

Your motherly instincts and skills had kicked up a notch themselves. You worked a normal, everyday job, nothing as serious as Sero’s. Because of this, you could devote a lot more time to being a mom than you expected. Your kids knew from a young age that you would always be in their life and they were loved from both parents equally. Actually, you were sure that both of you were full of too muchlove.

The thought of another child wasn’t something you shied away from. You accepted it, because you loved being a mother and your relationship with Sero wasn’t souring anytime soon. You closed your eyes, thinking of how you would bring it up to him, not noticing that your body took that as a sign to rest.

“Hiyuu! Don’t wake mommy.” Sero scolded his son as tape shot from his elbow and wrapped around his waist. Hiyuu stuck his tongue out at his father, making Sero roll his eyes—why was Hiyuu the one to inherit Sero’s sassiness?

The two ran into the beach house as Sero’s arms wiggled underneath you, lifting you up. The movement caused you to stir, and you awake to your long haired husband leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Mi amor—had a good nap?” he smiled, and the sight of all those pretty teeth was enough to make you fall in love again.

“Mmm… where are they?” you asked, in reference to your kids.

“They’re going to wash up. They stink. Both of them smell like fish.” he gagged, making your chest rumble with laughter.

“Shut it,” you scolded him, but your words weren’t serious. “What if they heard you saying all that?”

“They’d agree with me!”

Your snickering continues as he sits you down, your sliding glass doors of your bedroom balcony wipe open. The sun is leaving and the moon is making her appearance, while Sero undresses you, his hands lingering long enough on your bare skin to make you peer at him.

“What?” he whispered, that deadly grin making its appearance. Your stomach flutters. “Not my fault you’re still so… mm.No wonder I put twins in you the first time~”

“Sero.” you stated, already getting a little sweaty.

“It’s true, cariño.Couldn’t get enough of ya then, why’d you think I’d finally have my fill after you had children, hmm?” He purrs, and Jesus, the way he’s talking is enough to make your pussy drip. His lips don’t leave your face and neck as those long fingers slide over your hips and grip at your ass, squeezing and fondling. His body crawls over yours, and the breeze from outside causes your nipples to perk. Your husband is quick to notice, tugging down your sundress to wrap his lips around a bud, your back arching towards him.

While he pleasures you, the thought of another baby never leaves your mind. The long haired hero touches you in all the right ways, those slim fingers burying themselves deep inside of your cunt, pressing up in the only way he knows how. He can’t get enough of your expression—how drunk on pleasure you look, running the back of his hand down your cheek.

“If those expressions don’t stop mi amor, I’ll have to put another one inside ya.” he teases, his hand pressing against your tummy.

“Do it—do it-“

“Hmm?” he raises an eyebrow, fingers slowing their pace. “You want that?”

You nod quickly, your hands reaching to grab at his biceps. His body is so perfect and slender, you can’t help but want him right now—everything he has to give.

A big grin sets on his face. “You shouldn’t have said that y/n… you know your husband can’t stop himself when it comes to you~”

“I want it.” you whimper out, pleading. “I want it-please, Hanta…”

Safe to say, your kids are very confused when their mother is “walking funny” the next day.

“have you ever made a girl squirt before?”

warnings: suggestive content

characters:shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, minoru mineta

summary: the 1-a boys have a group chat and todoroki makes the mistake of mentioning something quite suggestive.

a/n: i’m considering making the 1-a boys gc a series if this does well lol. i think it’d be really fun.

read the next one here!