✫ cw ;; riding, risky sex, heavy exhibitionism / voyeurism, praise, reader in a dress 18+ | wc ;; 1.1k | t. shouto x afab!reader
Todoroki has changed significantly in the time you’ve dated him.
Through many late night conversations discussing your experiences with trauma in different departments, drunken phone calls, and other more intuitive hunches - you’ve concluded that your boyfriend can be pretty inexperienced.
You find this.. ironic. Because his personality while seemingly subdued has an affectionate cattiness to it. He’s deeply dense in some areas but extremely aware in others. He couldn’t pick up your romantic clues if you hit him over the head with a brick, but he’s exceedingly good at picking apart your changes in mood until you succumb to letting him hold you.
In many ways - the inexperience from your boyfriends upbringing was in ways that didn’t seem obvious at first. There was movies he hadn’t seen. He’s never properly been to the zoo, or a museum. It was just one thing, hero work, that consumed his life to the extent that he missed on what always felt like small details.
Discovering new things about your ever loving, ever adorable, ever kind boyfriend has proved to be a highlight of your relationship. It’s always healing to see his fascination bleed back into heterochromatic eyes. His subtle expressions - a soft quirk of lips or aching cheeks. It’s quite lovely to see his excitement, his willingness to learn about all the things you don’t know.
And you know you didn’t exactly do it, but you always feel pleased with yourself when you help him discover new things. It makes your heart swell with pride when he finds something new because of you, and you always try to help experience more of the world with you.
There’s always things you’re surprised he likes. Action movie fanatic, lover of fried chicken and beer, oddly not super inept at dancing. There’s not much about your boyfriend you find yourself being able to predict. All of it has made him more susceptible to change. He’s a little different everyday, in a good way. The best way.
Sex has always been one of those things you’ve taken extra slow. He was a little less experienced then you though (give his pretty face) and so you start from scratch. Loving vanilla is the basis for most other kinky activity. Todoroki is normally very interested in simple things, though it ventures out. He likes lingerie, face sitting, light choking on every end.
Today you learned something new about your boyfriend. That he’s apparently very into risky, riskysex.
Pairings:Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / minor Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / minor Bakugou x fem!reader x Todoroki
Summary: Katsuki was tired. All he wanted was to relax on the sofa and forget the last sixteen hours had happened but you have other ideas. Shoto’s out of town and there is something you have wanted to try with the angry blond for quite some time. So you placed the dog ears and collar on the bed and waited, already imagining how good he will look on his knees and begging for it.
Part of the Twos Company, Threes a Crowd series. Master list can be found here but can be read on own.
Katsuki was exhausted.
It had been a long day filled with villains that just wouldn’t give up. A large group of about forty lowlifes had swarmed the city. It had been a planned attack, teams of five hitting various banks across the city in hopes of overwhelming the heroes and getting away with at least something.
They hadn’t counted on the hero’s quick reaction time though but they had been caught short with about a dozen of their best hero’s out of town at a training camp for up and coming hero’s. Shoto and Deku among them. It had taken hours but eventually they managed to track them all down and got them into police custody.
Groaning Katsuki slumped back against the lift wall, trying to take some of his weight of his aching feet. He had never been so grateful that they had gotten an apartment so close to the agency as he was right now. The ten minute walk had seemed to take ages but it was a damn sight better than the hour it used to take to get to the old one.
A pained grunt had Katsuki cracking open his tired eyes to watch the women across from him. She looked just as tired as he felt, leaning her side against the wall and her head pressing against the metal. She had her phone in her hand, fingers moving quickly across the screen. Katsuki could only assume she was talking to Shoto, the other man probably having freaked out when news of the attack reached him. He should message him as well, confirm that he was alive and not broken in any way but it seemed like too much effort to drag his phone from his pocket. The lift chimed signalling they had arrived on their floor and wordlessly the two of them shuffled from the lift and made their way down to the far end of the corridor.
Katsuki dug his keys out of his pocket, Y/N still texting away in her phone and not really paying much attention to anything else. Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder what she and half and half were talking about. The other man normally only gave short answers that consisted of as few words as he could get away with. Any conversation with him was normally over in a matter of seconds, not minutes.
Grunting Katsuki shouldered the door open, letting her slip in first before he followed after, closing it behind him with a soft click. He kicked his shoes of and nudged them against the wall as he pulled his jacket off and hanging it up.
He felt arms wrapped around his middle, her small frame pressing against his back. Katsuki lent into the touch, feeling some of his tension start to ease. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I will make some tea”. Her voice was soft as she spoke, not that much louder than a whisper but it seemed to echo in the small space of the hall way. “Yeah. Sounds good” he whispered back, his own large hands coming up to rub gently at hers. She placed a quick kiss to the back of his neck before she pulled away, disappearing around the corner to start her task.
Sighing Katsuki tipped his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he just stood there for a second. It felt like the first time he had actually stopped all day, finally able to relax now that he was home. He was just Katsuki here, Ground Zero left behind on the other side of the door. Just plain, old, ordinary Katsuki, without the expectations of a whole country in his shoulders.
Taking a deep breath he turned to make his own way into the apartment. Y/N had turned the lamp on in the living room, a faint yellow glow making it seem warm and inviting. She was already in the kitchen, pulling cups from the cupboard as the kettle boiled. She hadn’t turned any lights on instead using the dim light of the lamp in the living room to see what she was doing.
“I won’t be long” he mumbled as he walked past heading into the small corridor that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. He went to the bedroom first. He flipped the light on, pulling off his cloths as he made his way inside and stuffing them into the washing hamper. He sent a quick text to Shoto confirming he was okay before chucking his phone on the bed. Rifling through his draws he pulled out a clean pair of sweatpants, chucking them over his shoulder as he made his way from the room.
He walked naked down to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the cupboard as he went. He turned the shower up high, letting steam fill the room before he stepped under the spray. He hissed as the hot water hit his aching muscles, his skin turning pink almost instantly. He braced his hands against the smooth tiles, letting his head fall forward under the spray.
He stood like that for a few moments, letting the water run over him as he just breathed, trying not to think about anything. Eventually he shoved himself away from the wall, turning slightly to grab the body wash and sponge off the shelf in the corner. He was methodical and quick as he cleaned himself of the days’ worth of grime that cling to his skin, the tension easing in his shoulders with every second he spent under the spray. By the time he stepped out of the shower Katsuki felt almost human again. He wrapped the towel around his waist before stepping up to the sink and rubbing the condensation away from the mirror to get a good look at himself.
His hair sat flat on his head, the water weighing it down. His skin was flushed pink from the heat but he didn’t look as tired as he thought he would, the shower clearly having done something to rejuvenate him. His muscles glistened in the dim light, water sliding down his chest and defund abs, disappearing into the top of the towel.
Huffing he pulled the towel from around his waist to dry himself, rubbing vigorously at his hair in an attempt to get it as dry as possible. Once satisfied he pulled on his sweats and made his way back to the bedroom, still rubbing at his hair. Once in the room he dumped to towel in the basket with the rest of his cloths before going to grab a tank top from his draws.
By now Y/N should have the tea made and maybe if he was lucky he could convince her to order take out so the two of them could spend the evening curled up on the sofa watching crappy reruns. The sound of his phone chiming reminded him that he had text Shoto and that the other man had probably replied by now. He pulled his top on as he turned, making his way to the bed, but it wasn’t just his phone waiting for him there.
Frowning he lent forward, picking the other two items up gingerly. “What the hell” he mumbled turning them over in his hands. “There for you” came a soft reply and Katsuki turned to find Y/N lent casually against the door frame. She had changed whilst he had been in the shower, now clad in nothing but one of Shoto’s oversized jumpers. She always wore his clothes when he wasn’t there and Katsuki new she did the same with his when he was gone but it didn’t stop the little hum of possessiveness running though his veins. Every instinct telling him to do something to lay claim to her as well, to mark her and his.
Slowly he turned his head back to the items in his hands, her words not really sinking in. He held a thin black headband with two ash blond ears on top that he just knew would match the colour of his own hair perfectly. They were soft and pointy, almost like cat ears but bigger. In the other he held a red collar, the leather soft under his fingers and Katsuki could tell it was of high quality just from the feel of it. On the side was a silver B and K, the letters reflecting the light from the bulbs above.
Brows furrowed in confusion he turned back to the women in the door, not really understanding what she was after. Sighing she pushed herself away from the door and made her way towards him, talking as she did so. “We made a deal Katsuki and I won fair and square. This is what I want” her voice stayed calm and level as she spoke, as if she was explaining something to a child.
Slowly she plucked the head band out of his hands and stood on her toes to slide it on to his head, humming her approval as she stepped back to admire her work. As if a switch had been thrown Katsuki’s mind finally caught up with what was going on.
They had made a deal. Whoever caught the most villains could ask the other for one thing and they would have to comply regardless of what was asked. Well as long as the request was within reason. She had won, catching fourteen villains to his eleven but the bet had been the last thing on his mind.
In his stunned silence she had taken the collar from him, reaching up to slip it round his neck and pulling it snug against his neck. She stepped back again, waiting for him to say something but he still couldn’t find his words. Slowly he lifted a hand to rub gently over the leather and his neck. It felt odd, the leather feeling strangely heavy, pressed tight enough against his skin that he couldn’t even get his little finger behind it but lose enough not to restrict his breathing at all. “What colour?” She asked gently, a hand coming to cup his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing. Swallowing Katsuki’s eyes locked with her, searching for any sign of ill intent but only finding love and understanding. She was offering him a way out.
Depending on what he said, this night could go one of two ways.
If he said red she would take it off of him, pack it all away and they would spend the evening how Katsuki had imaged, never to speak of this again. But if he said green? If he said green it would mean handing over all control to the women in front of him.
Now, he knew she would never do anything he would be uncomfortable with or could potentially hurt him. Knew that she would make it as good for him as it would be for her. He had seen her with Shoto after all. Seen the way she commanded him and he would melt under her touch and beg for anything she would offer him but when it came to Katsuki he was always the one in control. He had a firm grasp on every aspect of his life and didn’t like it when something was taken out of his control. This extended into their sex life, Katsuki always being the dominate one but was he ready to give that up? If only for a night.
He let out a long shuddering breath, eyes closing as he tried to calm his nerves. Once he felt more in control he opened his eyes, locking them with hers and spoke the one word that would seal his fate for the night. “Green”. She smiled widely up at him before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Katsuki sighed into the touch, enjoying the simplicity of it but too soon she was pulling away from him.
She sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs one over the other. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something but he didn’t know what she wanted from him. “I don’t recall dogs standing on two feet” she huffed out in annoyance, a delicate eyebrow raised at him as she waited for him to act.
Swallowing his normal snaky reply, he rubbed his sweat covered hands on his legs before he sank to his knees in front of her. “Good dog” she purred and Katsuki turned his head to the side, a deep flush spreading across his nose and cheeks. He clenched his jaw, nails digging into his legs slightly from where his hands rested on his legs. “Come here”. It was strange how her voice could stay so light and friendly whilst still being commanding. It had Katsuki turning to her to see that she had uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide enough for him to fit between.
Slowly he shuffled forward on his knees, until her knees were about level with his shoulders. He kept his eyes cast down and head turned to the side, almost ashamed to look up at her. He felt her hand slip into his hair, carefully avoiding the ears so as not to knock them off. She scratched gently at his scalp, her hand slipping down to scratch behind his ear. Katsuki closed his eyes again but this seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Her hand slipped round to his chin, gripping it tightly between her finger and thumb.
“Look at me” she commanded and Katsuki opened his eyes, glaring at her from the corner of his eyes. She wasn’t smiling anymore and Katsuki felt a small wave of panic wash over him. Had he upset her somehow? Ruined her game before it could really get started? Sure he was embarrassed, any one in his situation would be and he was angry about how she had him flushing already but he didn’t mean to ruin this. He didn’t want her feeling that they couldn’t continue. Huffing she used the grip on his jaw to turn his head towards her. “So defiant. Maybe you need a little encouragement hum?” Katsuki frowned, confused as to what she meant but he didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Her foot brushed against his half hard dick, her toes curling around the head through his sweatpants. Katsuki’s eyes widened at the sudden contact, letting out a noise somewhere between a moan and a shocked gasp. He hadn’t even realised he was getting hard, so caught up in his nerves and embarrassment to really notice he was getting something else out of this. She continued to work her foot against him until he was fully hard, his dick tenting the front of his sweats. When she moved her foot he whined, hips jerking forward in a vain attempt for more friction.
She laughed at his pathetic display, shooting him a quick wink before letting go of his chin to lean back again. She started at him for a long few minutes, her eyes dragging over his body and taking him all in. Katsuki tried not to squirm but it was difficult, her intense gaze feeling like a carrels on his skin.
“Somethings missing” she mumbled, brows furrowed in concentration. Suddenly she clicked her fingers, smiling again as she leant forward. Katsuki watched as she rolled up the sleeve of her borrowed jumper to reveal a strip of red leather wound around her wrist. Quickly she pulled it off, Katsuki not realising what it was until he saw the little silver clip at the end.
He leant back slightly, eyes wide and stuck on the leash in her hands. It seemed to match the collar perfectly, the silver clip gleaming in the light but it was the other end that was wrapped around her fist that held his attention. The red stood out beautifully against her skin and he could just imagine her tugging on it in her pleasure filled bliss.
Nervously Katsuki licked at his dry lips, caught somewhere between arousal and shame. Taking a deep breath he tipped his head back slightly, exposing his neck and the collar around it, giving her promotion to continue.
Smirking she leans forward, clipping the end of the leash onto his collar. As soon as it was attached she yanked on it and Katsuki jerked forward, his hands scrambling to her legs to stop himself from crashing face first into the bed. They were so close now, Katsuki’s face just inches from hers. He growled low and menacing as he looked up at her. He couldn’t miss the gleam of excitement that flashed through her eyes if he tried, nor the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
He was breathing heavily, his own tongue mimicking hers as he contemplated his next move. He wanted to kiss her, knew that she would welcome it by the way her eyes kept flickering down to his lips, but the question was for how long? She was supposed to be in charge so would him acting out get him punished? Was a few blissful seconds worth whatever awaited his disobedience?
The choice was taking out of his control by his phone chiming. Instantly she pulled away to sit up, her grip on the leash loosening. Katsuki huffed in frustration, sitting back down on his heals as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was going to kill whoever had sent that text.
“Shoto wants to know why you haven’t answered him”. Katsuki let out a low growl at the mention of the other man, rolling his eyes in a show of his annoyance. She laughed, gently yanking on the leash until he turned to look at her. “What do you say pet? Should we tell him?” Katsuki’s eyes widened at the suggestion, choking on his own spit in his surprise. She lent in closer again, the side of her nose dragging against his. “Or better yet, why don’t we show him?” She purred against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them before she pulled back again.
He watched as she lifted his phone, the small light above the camera flashing signalling that she was recording. “Say hello pet” she commanded but he couldn’t do it, shame at the prospect of the other man seeing him like this swelling in his chest. Instead he turned his head to the side, jaw set and growling slightly. There was a sharp tug on the leash and he jerked forward again, his hands once again going to her legs to steady himself. “Don’t make me ask twice” she sounded calm and collected as she commanded him to obey and Katsuki fucking shattered.
He could feel the blush hot and spreading over his cheeks and nose. He felt so ashamed, humiliated even at what she was asking, the shame of the whole situation sinking into him like a punch to the gut. But he couldn’t deny that his erection hadn’t flagged at all through this. Couldn’t deny that underneath all the other emotions arousal hummed through his veins. His eyes darted up to hers as he growled out his words. “Hello Shoto”. As soon as he said it she smiled wide, the light on the camera going off as she sent the video to the other man.
Placing the phone by her side she leaned in again. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” He wanted to snap at her but he bit at the inside if his lip instead, growling softly. “I think you deserve a reward” she sounded so fucking chipper as she spoke but Katsuki was confused. It must have shown on his face as spoke again. “Good dogs get rewards, no?” To emphasise her words she tapped him gently on the end of his noise with her finger. Out of habit Katsuki jerked back from the touch, scowling up at her. Laughing she moved closer to the edge of the bed. She lifted one leg up to drape it over his shoulder and yanked him forward with a quick tug of the leash.
Suddenly Katsuki found himself just inches away from her gloriously bare pussy and he knew exactly what his reward was. Slowly he started to run his hand up her leg, finally glad to be on familiar territory. But it didn’t last long. The leg that wasn’t over his shoulder jerked up, knocking his hand away. “Dogs don’t have hands” she stated matter of factly. Katsuki growled but placed his hands back on his thighs.
Once she was satisfied she pulled him closer, her heal digging into his shoulder and urging him forward. He didn’t need to be told twice what he was expected to do now.
Leaning in closer he placed a few gentle kisses along the inside of her thigh, his teeth just lightly scratching along the delicate flesh as he went. She let out a small moan, spreading her legs just that little more for him. Once he was close enough he dragged the tip of his nose along the edge of his folds, filling his senses with her sweet sent. He licked at his lips, already hungry for her taste.
Slowly he dragged his tongue along her folds, gently pushing down. They both moaned as he got his first taste of her. He felt her shift, her hold on the leash going slack as she feel back to lay on the bed. Katsuki took it as permission to continue.
Hungrily he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in quick succession. She cried out again, the sound music to his ears and spurring him on. He sucked and nipped at her, his hands clenching on his thighs as he fought the urge to thrust two of his fingers deep inside her, just the way she liked.
He didn’t know who it was frustrating more, him or her but he knew how to give her some sort of relief. Curling his tongue Katsuki pushed it inside of her, shoving his face as tight against as he could to get his tongue as deep as possible.
He started a quick and unforgiving pace, switching from fucking her with his tongue to licking and sucking at her clit. She was grinding against his face, moaning and crying out for more. He could feel her walls trembling around him, trying to clench down on his tongue as he worked her closer to her climax.
He was hungry for it, desperate to taste her release on his lips. Just knowing that he had been able to get her off with just his mouth had Katsuki feeling smug. But in his haste he made a mistake, he bit down to hard, his teeth catching on her clit a little sharper than they had before.
She hissed out in pain, the leg that had been draped over his shoulder jerking forward so she could push him back with her foot. Katsuki fell back, sprawling across the floor, only just getting his hands behind him to stop him from falling completely. His chest was heaving as he started to panic. He watched with wide eyes as she sat up and glared down at him.
“Shit! I’m sorry. I just…” he was cut off as she yanked hard on the leash, the soft leather digging in slightly as he was jerked forward. He didn’t have time to cry out though as her hand connected with his cheek, his head snapping to the side. His cheek stung from the slap, leaving him stunned from the sudden blow. She gave another sharp tug on the leash and this time Katsuki did cry out, his hands darting up to brace himself on her legs.
She grabbed his chin, forcing his head round to look at her. She was looking down at him with dark angry eyes, her glair harsh and cutting. Katsuki found himself letting out as small whimper, trying to shrink back from her angry gaze but her hold on his chin and the leash prevented him from being able to move. “Dogs that bite get muzzled” she hissed angrily at him before shoving him back to the floor again.
Katsuki stayed there in a heap, eyes wide and trembling slightly as he watched her get up and go to her draws. He felt the first real tendrils of fear grabbing him as his mind went back to the first sports festival he had taken part in at U.A and the metal muzzle they had forced on him. It had been horrible, humiliating and live on TV for all to see. When it had finally been taken off he had felt sick and had promised himself that he wouldn’t let something like that happen again.
Having found what she was looking for she turned back to him. She crouched down next to him, the harsh look from before having faded slightly too just unimpressed. “Such a lovely colour. It will stand out so pretty against those red cheeks of yours” she purred softly, lifting her hand so Katsuki could see what was in it.
At first he was confused by the black mass in her hand but as she let it go to dangle from her delicate fingers he finally understood. It was a gag of sorts. A thick strip of black leather that did up with a silver buckle around the back. There was a larger piece of leather round the front that would probably completely cover Katsuki’s mouth but it was what was attached to that part that held Katsuki’s attention. One side had a small dick shaped nub sticking out of it, probably only long enough to keep his tongue down and not even wide enough to stretch his lips. On the other side was a full sized dildo. It was probably about as long as Shoto’s dick with a girth closer to Katsuki’s. He swallowed audibly, eyes wide in shock and unable to look away.
Huffing she stood and made her way back to the bed. She sat at the edge again, legs spread and leaning back on her arms. The gag still hung from her fingers, swinging slightly from her movements. She didn’t say anything, didn’t demand him into action or pull him to her with the leash that hung down against his chest. She just watched him, waiting for him to do something.
As he stared back at her, her words finally registered. She had said colour and red so close together and he knew that was her way of giving him a way out. She was waiting for him to decide how he wanted to continue and he was grateful for that. His erection had flagged a little when she had first mentioned muzzle but now that he could see what she meant he was starting to feel the stirrings of arousal again. Sure he was shaking and all his nerves felt frayed at the edges but he still wanted to know what came next. What she had planned for him. The fact that she was waiting for him had him feeling calmer, reminding him that though she was deciding what happened he was still the one in control. He had the power to end this whenever he wanted to.
Taking a deep breath to steady his racing hart Katsuki began to move, crawling over to her on his hands and knees until he was back between her legs. This time she gently curled her fingers around his chin, delicately tipping his head back so she could look at him. Her eyes darted over his face, almost like she was searching for something. Whatever she found had her smiling softly down at him.
“Open” she commanded, her voice soft and gentle. Obediently he opened his mouth wide, his eyes never leaving hers as she leant forward. She slid the small end across his lips and into his mouth, pushing it in until the leather was flat against the bottom half of his face. Once in Katsuki closed his mouth around it, holding it in place as she lent closer so she could reach behind him and do the thing up. She pulled it tight, making sure it was snug against his face.
She pulled back to look at him and Katsuki felt himself blush again. It felt odd having this thing attached to him, the leather soft yet firm against his lips, the rubber in his mouth not uncomfortable just strange. Katsuki had sucked dick before but this felt different. It wasn’t as long and though it was smooth it wasn’t as soft, the material not really giving as he pushed his tongue up. Then there was the taste. He could still taste her in his mouth but it was quickly disappearing, being replaced by the strange bitter tang of the gag.
Smiling she leaned forward, her lips stretching around the end of the dildo as she sank down on it till her nose brushed against his. Katsuki went cross eyed as he watched her sink down onto it before pulling back, leaving a light covering of saliva on it. Katsuki’s dick twitched.
She took hold of the leash again and leaned back, keeping herself propped up so she could watch. She lifted her leg again and placed it on his shoulder, keeping her other one against the bed. Katsuki shifted waiting for her to tell him to go, his red eyes watching her intently. “Hands behind your back”. He growled, annoyed at her request but he still lifted his hands from where they had been stroking her legs to clasp them behind his back, huffing once done. She smiled smugly down at him and tugged him forward slight with the leash. Instantly his eyes zoned in on his prize, the tip of the dildo just a few inches from being able to sink into her.
“Smile” she whispered and his eyes darted up, just in time to see her snap a photo of him on his phone, the sound loud and annoying. He growled as best as he could around the gag but all it got was a giggle from her. “Oh don’t look so put out. It’s only for Shoto” she rolled her eyes at him as she tugged his head a little closer to where she wanted him. If possible Katsuki felt himself blush even deeper, the thought of the other man seeing him like this both humiliating and arousing at the same time.
He felt fingers dancing over his scalp and the band on top of his head shifting as she moved it back into place. He whined, low and pained having forgot the damn things were even there. He couldn’t even imagine how he looked, but whatever she saw she liked. She tipped her head back, moaning gently and tugging him forward again.
Katsuki watched as the tip of the dildo slipped between her folds, the black silicone disappearing into her as he pushed forward. She let out a gasp and Katsuki flicked red eyes up to watch her reaction. Once he was pressed as deep as he could go he stilled, waiting for her to get used to the intrusion. When her heel pushed down in between his shoulder blades he knew he was good to go.
Just as slowly as he had pushed in he pulled out, setting a rather gentle pace. He was concerned about hurting her and trying to maintain his balance. The position he was in was awkward at best, lent forward with his hands behind his back, his legs aching with the strain of trying to keep him balanced. But she was growing impatient with him, the slow pace not really doing anything for her.
Huffing she pulled on the leash again, forcing him to jerk forward and shove the dildo in fast and hard. She gasped, the leg over his shoulder, holding him in place as she ground down. They stayed like that for a few seconds and Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she had cum, but that seemed unlikely. He knew what it took to get her off and there was no way in hell that had been enough for her.
With a groan she collapsed back against the bed, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the leash slipped into the hair at the back of his neck. He fingers gently flexed against his scalp, nails scratching slightly and Katsuki found himself relaxing back into the touch, his eyes closing as he let out a pleased hum. That had been a mistake.
The grip on his hair tightened and he let out a surprised grunt as his head was yanked back, eyes flying open in shock. Mercilessly she shoved his head back down, setting a fast and unforgiving paced as she fucked herself against his face, her hips rolling forward to meet him every time she pushed his head back down.
He felt like an object, just being used by her in her quest for her own pleasure. It was degrading to be reduced to nothing more than a means to an end, a glorified sex doll and he loved every second of it. He wondered if this was how she felt when he fucked himself down her throat. Chasing his own orgasm and treating her like nothing more than a warm, tight hole to cum in. Wondered if she got off on it as much as he was right now.
Groaning around the silicon in his mouth Katsuki surged forward, grinding his face into her groin as hard as he could, his nose only just brushing against her clit. He wanted to make her cum, wanted her to ride his face and call out his name.
With single minded determination Katsuki worked with her to bring her over the edge. His neck was aching and his jaw hurt from clenching it so title around the intrusive object. His legs were going numb and his hands were tingling but he didn’t care, so caught up as he was in giving her the pleasure she was after. It wasn’t long until she got it.
She cums with a cry, his face shoved as close to her cunt as it could get. Her back was arched off the bed and her heals were digging into his back. Her grip in his hair tightened to the point of being painful but Katsuki didn’t care, moaning loudly around his mouthful. His dick was twitching, a damp patch forming on the front of his sweats as it dribbled precum.
They stayed like that for a few moments, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back but eventually her grip on his hair loosened. Slowly Katsuki pulled back, her leg falling from his shoulder as he moved. She let out a small whine as the dildo slipped free, her hand clenching in his hair one last time before that to disappeared.
With a groan she sat up, smiling down at him with a satisfied glint in her hooded eyes. The hand that had been in his hair slips round, two delicate fingers resting on his chin and gently tipping his head up. She leans toward him, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting gently at it. She was so close, Katsuki could practically feel her breath on his face.
“Good boy” she whispered breathlessly before she sucked the end of the dildo into her mouth. Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly as she sank her mouth down, her own eyes slipping closed. She moaned sweetly as she sucked her own juices off the toy and Katsuki couldn’t help but copy her, his own eyes closing in bliss. He felt her nose brush against his before she was pulling back again.
The sound of a photo being taken had Katsuki’s eyes opening, glancing sideways at his phone as she took another photo. She pulled off of the dildo with a pop, smiling widely as she busied herself on his phone. Once the ping of something being sent sounded she placed it back down on the bed and turned her attention back to the scowling man.
She huffed out a sigh as she leant forward delicate fingers making quick work of getting the gag open. Slowly she pulled it free of his lips and Katsuki lifted a hand to rub at his aching jaw. He was still glaring at her, annoyed at the amount of photos she was taking.
“You were so good for me” she purred, her praise making a shiver of pleasure run down his spine despite his annoyance. Leaning forward she kissed him softly on the lips. The faint taste of her had Katsuki kissing back hard, his tongue licking at her lips and asking for permission to enter. Instead she pulled back slightly, her hand gently stroking the side of his face. “And what do good dogs get?”
She looked at him expectantly and Katsuki franticly searched his mind for an answer. Nervously he licked at his lips as he tried to think back on what she had said this evening. She had called him a good dog a few times so far but there had to be something specific she was after. As she watched him she sucked her lips back into her mouth, teeth biting down hard before her tongue darted out to sooth the sore spot. Katsuki’s eyes tracked the movement of her tongue as it slipped back between slightly parted lips before darting back out to swipe across her lips.
As his own tongue darted out to wet his lips Katsuki was reminded of what she was after. “Rewards” he growled out, sounding more annoyed than he had intended but she ignored his tone. She beamed down at him, practically vibrating with excitement as she bounced slightly on the bed, letting go on the leash. “Exactly! Take your clothes off”. Katsuki stared at her in shock, the command and sudden excitement in her voice startling him. Clearly she didn’t like the slow pace as she yanked in the leash again, her other hand wrapping around his bicep and pulling him up.
Quickly Katsuki scrambled to his feet, towering over her as she leaned back on her arms. She was smirking at him from the bed, her legs still spread slightly and the neck of Shoto’s jumper having fallen off one of her shoulders. She had a slight flush across her cheeks and down her neck and her hair was a little messy, almost like she had been running her hands through it. She looked perfect and inviting and Katsuki really just wanted to pounce on her. Devour her and claim her as his.
“Well? Get on with it” her demand had Katsuki moving, not having realised he had been stood there so long just staring at her. His hands went to the bottom of his tank top, gripping it tightly and pulling it over his head. He was carful, not wanting to dislodge the ears from his head. Once clear of the accessory he threw the top onto the floor behind him. He wasn’t so careful about his sweats, yanking them down and kicking them off his feet.
He stood before her naked and unsure what to do whilst she just stared at him, her eyes racking over every inch of him. His dick twitched in interest, his hands clenching at his side in frustration. He hated not know, hated feeling so nervous about what was to come. He wasn’t used to this and he felt like a scared teenager about to experience sex for the first time, unprepared for what was about to be asked if him.
Sighing she stood, close enough for him to touch if he reached out but he didn’t. She hadn’t told him he could and he didn’t want to ruin her game. Stepping forward she placed both her hands flat on his chest and looked up at him, her eyes boring into his. Katsuki was about to reach out to her when she stepped back and to the side, gesturing to the bed. “In the middle. On your knees. Facing me”
She didn’t even look at him when she spoke, her attention on the spot she had just vacated. With a nervous jerk of his head Katsuki complied, crawling to the middle of the bed before turning to face her. He waited for her to do something but she was just looking at him again, her eyes scrutinising every part of him and Katsuki brought his hands in front of him, rubbing gently at his arms. “Interlock you’re fingers behind your head” the sudden command startled Katsuki but he acted anyway, finally glad to have something to do.
He cradled the back of his head, fingers sliding together as he looked dead ahead at her. She was frowning slightly, her eyes seeming locked to his legs. Slowly she walked round the side of the bed and Katsuki tried his best to watch her without turning his head. He felt her delicate hand slip down his back, her caress soft only to pinch hard at his ass. With a startled yelp Katsuki jerked up, his thighs straightening out so he was no longer resting back on his haunches.
“Perfect” she chirped happily as she walked back round to stand at the end of the bed. “You could have just asked” he snapped before he could stop himself. As soon as the words left his mouth he snapped it shut again, panicking about his slip up. He was convinced he was going to be punished now, whatever reward he had earned to be taken away from him.
She carried on smirking at him, a delicate eyebrow raising at his outburst. “I could have” she sounded amused as she spoke and Katsuki didn’t know if to be relieved that she was going to let it go or worried that she was just biding her time. Slowly she leant forward her hand curling around his phone and dragging it towards her. Once she had it in her hands she took a few steps back, lifting it up in front of her. Katsuki snarled as she took photo after photo, moving around the bed to get different angle.
He knew he should move, should tell her to stop but he didn’t. He stayed exactly where she wanted him, staring straight ahead and hands behind his head. Every now and then he would let out a small growl, glaring down at her but she never looked at him, her own eyes trained in the screen of his phone.
Once done she sat down next to him on the bed, her fingers darting across the screen. Glancing down he watched as she attached every single one to a text and he couldn’t do anything but watch as each one zipped of to Shoto. He hopped the perv enjoyed them whilst he could because Katsuki was deleting them the moment the other man got home.
Standing she placed the phone on the bed next to his knee and Katsuki didn’t miss the fact that it was probably for easy access. “It would be rude not to include him in our little game just because he isn’t here”. She spoke so casually as she moved back to the end of the bed, crawling onto it with the grace of a cat. She shuffled forward on her knees, only stopping when she was in front of him.
She looked up at him with a smug smile, placing both her hands on his chest again as she leans forward into his space. He kept looking forward as she placed soft kisses along the edge of the collar and up his neck, nipping gently at his ear before she spoke again. “And just imagine what it’s doing to him. Stuck in a room with all those heroes and Midoriya of all people with no way for him to get himself off without arising suspicion”.
Katsuki groaned at her words, just imaging Shoto trying to hide his erection as the useless nerd prattled on about some shit. He bet the other man was squirming, the fact that he was surrounded by other heroes and he was getting a constant stream of filth sent to him making him harder. He loved shit like this, an absolute freak for doing such naughty things in public. Katsuki had used it against him multiple times just because he liked riling the other man up and now it seemed she had taken to doing the same thing. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance.
Smirking Katsuki hummed his approval, suddenly okay with the photos. “I bet he’s loving it” he growled out and she laughed against his jaw as she trailed more kisses across it. “Oh I’m counting on it” she mumbled again him before pulling back to smirk up at him.
“But that’s enough about Shoto, this is all about you pet” she purred, nails digging into his pecks as she dragged her hands down his chest. Katsuki let out a pained gasp, hips jerking forward as a jolt of pleasure went straight to his neglected dick.
He felt her wicked laughter against his neck, her lips following the red lines she had left behind. Slowly she kissed, licked and nipped her way down his chest, stopping to pay special attention to his hard nipples. He let out a low groan as her mouth sealed around one of the hard nubs, teeth scratching gently over it before swirling her tongue around it, sucking gently. Katsuki cursed, hips jerking forward slight to try and get some kind of friction on his aching dick but she shuffled back slightly, keeping any part of her away from where he wanted it.
She pulled away from his abused nipple with a wet pop and gentle hum, licking her lips with a hungry look in her eyes. She stared up at him watching his chest heave as he pulled in one deep breath after the other. Katsuki’s fingers twitched behind his head, longing to sink his fingers into her hair and guide her head as she worked her way across his body.
Humming she leaned in again, going to his other nipples and flicking her tongue against it. “Shit!” Katsuki cried, his own nails digging into the back of his neck. The muscles in his stomach clench as he tries to stop himself from doubling over.
Her mouth was hot against him, the fact that he can’t touch her is making everything seem more somehow. He wants to simultaneously arch into her mouth and pull away, the sensation too much. Instead he ends up kind of squirming under her, jerking his chest back slightly as she bit down only to arch back into her when she rubbed her tongue over the sensitive spot.
He’s whining, his own pathetic sounds loud in the otherwise quite bedroom. He wanted more. More of something, everything, just more and he needed it now. He was trembling, legs straining with the effort of keeping himself up whilst his hands tingled.
“Please” he gasped out. The fact that he was begging wasn’t lost on him. He was never one to beg and gasp for it, that was always Shoto and Katsuki was the one who granted him his pleasure. But he couldn’t help it, so worked up that he didn’t even care that he was doing it. He would beg and plead for it until his voice was horse if it got him some damn relief. “Please, please, please” he babbled in his desperation and lucky for him it seemed to work.
Her mouth was hot, leaving a burning trail across his skin as she began to kiss her way down his chest. Teeth nipping at sensitive spots and sucking at others, leaving dark marks behind that would be there for days afterwards. She dragged her tongue along the ridges of his abs as she snuck lower, swirling her tongue around his bellybutton before nipping at his hips. Katsuki sucked in a shuddering breath, anticipating what was coming next. His eyes screwed shut, body going taught, waiting for the next touch of her lips but nothing came.
Frowning Katsuki opened his eyes, looking down to where she should be. He wasn’t disappointed at what he found.
She was on her hands and knees in front of him, back ached and her ass sticking up in the air. She was smirking knowingly up at him, waiting for him to catch up to what happening. As their eyes locked she leaned in, her hot breath fanning across his dick as she spoken. “Say it again”. Her lips brushed against his swollen head and his jerked forward but she pulled away, Katsuki letting out a pathetic whiny.
Once he had stilled she leant back in, the tip of her tongue gently dragging across his dripping slit. Katsuki only just managed to stop himself from thrusting forward again but he couldn’t stop his cry of pleasure. His head tipped back, eyes shut tightly as his cry echoed loud and desperate around the room. “Please!” He begged again as she mouthed gently at the head of his dick, the touch nothing more than a barely there brush of lips with a hint of tongue. It was maddening. Too much and not enough all at once. He worried that he would cum the moment she actually took him into her mouth, shooting his load at just a hint of that tight, wet heat. But he craved it none the less.
“Please. Please I need it. Please” he tried again, hoping this time would be enough for her. He felt her gentle laughter against him as she pulled back. When there was no next touch Katsuki managed to get himself to look down at her, his chest heaving with every breath. She was looking up at him again, a devilish smile still in place but that wasn’t what drew Katsuki’s attention.
She had his damn phone in her hand again. The screen was facing up toward him, the camera having been flipped so it captured what they were doing instead of the room. He could clearly see that what she was doing to his duck was the main focus but it was angled in a way that he was completely in shot. It was then that Katsuki noticed the red flashing light at the top of the screen, signalling it was recording and had been for a while from a quick glance at the timer.
His eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open to stutter out a protest. Photos were one thing but a video? That was pushing it a little too far. It was that moment though that she decided to wrap her lips around his sensitive head and suck him down completely. Katsuki’s head fell back again, eyes closing as he screamed out his pleasure.
She set an unrelenting pace, moving her head up and down him quickly whilst sucking greedily at him. He could feel that he was hitting the back of her throat every time, could feel the way it tightened around him when she swallowed. It was wet and messy and so fucking good. Katsuki was snapping his hips forward now, completely lost to his pleasure. It was only when she gripped his hips with both hands, holding him still that he even realised she had dropped the phone.
He moaned, every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm rushed ever closer. Just a few more thrusts and he would be done for, riding high on the waves of pleasure. Just a little more. With a lewd slurping nose, she slipped of his dick and pulled back. Katsuki cried out in frustration, his orgasm humming just beneath the surface and ready to break free. He had been so close but it was already starting to fade, ebbing away till it was nothing more than a faint tingle.
He glared at her as she sprawled back against the bed, laughing at the state he was in. She looked so smug, so satisfied with what she had done, smile wide and her eyes practically sparkling. Katsuki wanted to fuck that look right off of her. He didn’t even realise he had been growling until she kicked gently at his thigh, causing his balance to waver slightly.
“Sorry pet but couldn’t have you cuming to soon. After all I’m not finished with you yet” she purred the words at him, a new hunger filling her gaze as she raked her eyes across his body. He must look a sight. Sweat slicked and flushed. His dick an angry red and jutting out towards her. Not to mention the god damn ears that had miraculously stayed on his head and the leash that hung against his chest.
As if she had heard his though she darted up, grabbing the leash and yanking hard. Katsuki fell forward with a cry, only just getting his hands onto the bed to stop his momentum before he crushed the women below. “The hell!” he yelled, glaring at her but all she did was laugh, pushing herself up on her arms so she could brush her lips against him. “What? It’s not like you could fuck me from all the way up there”. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth sucking gently on it before biting down hard.
Hissing in pain Katsuki jerked back, growling at her playful laughter. He licked at the sore spot, making sure that she hadn’t broken the skin. When he didn’t taste blood he let out a grunt, glairing down at her through hooded eyes, contemplating her words. He wanted to fuck her, his throbbing dick begging for it but it felt like a trap, like the moment he reached for her she would shove him away because she hadn’t told him he could.
When he hesitated to do anything she let out a huff, rolling her eyes at him. Shifting she let go of the leash, her hands going to the hem of her jumper. She arched her back as she pulled it off, his dick rubbing against her stomach and causing him let out a small grunt. Katsuki moved his head as she pulled it over her head and found himself face to face with her pert breasts. Without giving it a thought he ducked his head, sucking her nipple into his hungry mouth.
She gasped as he nipped gently at her, hands going to his hair and holding him against her. One of her legs wrapped round his waist as she arched up, grinding against his dick. Katsuki growled against her, biting down at the sensitive spot. With a growl of her own she yanked his head back, her nails digging in and forcing his head back more than he was comfortable with.
“What did I tell you about dogs that bite?” she hissed at him. Katsuki snarled down at her, baring his teeth. She yanked harder at his hair and he swore his vision started to go white around the edges from the pain. “Fine! I won’t do it again” As soon as he spat the words out she let go of his hair, his head falling forward as he gasped in relief. “Good dog” she praised him, tone light and playful again as she gently stroked at the side of his face. He wanted to tell her to get off of him but Katsuki couldn’t, enjoying the gentle touch. Sighing he turned his head slightly, nuzzling against her hand. His neck hurt and the back of his head was stinging slightly, not to mention his dick was still throbbing along to his fast pulse but he felt good.
He didn’t feel as on edge as he had just moments before, the sharp sting of pain having been enough to make it so he wouldn’t blow his load the moment he got inside of her. He could still feel his arousal humming beneath his skin though but it wasn’t as urgent any more. His mind didn’t feel clouded with it now, like if he didn’t get release soon he would burst. He was content to just spend a few moments with her delicate touch. But it seemed he was the only one.
Her hand fell from his cheek, her fingertips brushing against his jaw and neck as she moved it down. He tipped his head to the side, giving her better access to neck, humming softly at the gentle touch. They danced along the edge of the collar, her nail catching slightly as she started to slip her hand down his chest.
Katsuki lurched forward as she yanked hard of the leash, his hands slipping on the bed as he tried to steady himself. His head was next to hers now, her soft lips trailing along his jaw and up to his ear. “Don’t go soft on me now pet. Fuck me like the animal you are”. She nipped gently at his ear, her taunting laughter ringing in his head. Katsuki didn’t need to be told twice.
Growling he pushed himself up and away from her slightly. Roughly he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass towards him. The leg that wasn’t already wrapped around him, he lifted placing it over his shoulder. He kept one hand on the bed, steadying himself and grabbed his dick with the other. Shuffling forward slightly he lined himself up with her, rubbing his dick along her centre before thrusting forward.
They both cried out as he buried himself in her in one quick thrust, her walls clenching around him. He wanted to take a minuet to calm down, to get past the initial shock of pleasure at finally being inside of her but she wouldn’t let him, tightening her legs round him to role her hips. Groaning Katsuki pulled back, snapping his hips forward straight away as he set a fast and brutal pace. She cried out loudly, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his leash curling around his bicep, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks.
Leaning forward, he kept one hand flat on the bed whilst leaning his weight on his forearm, pushing her leg almost flat against her chest. He twisted his hand into hair and pulled her head back slightly. She gasped at a particularly hard thrust, exposing her neck to him as she arched her back and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the smooth unmarked flesh.
Smirking he lent forward to run the tip of his nose along her jaw, barely even registering her hand falling away from his arm. She tipped her head to the side away from him and Katsuki couldn’t resist. In one long lick he dragged his tongue along the side of her face, moaning at the slightly salty taste. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered into her ear, snapping his hips forward in quick succession.
It was at this point he heard the sound of a phot being taken.
Jerking his head back Katsuki stilled. His eyes followed her out stretched arm until they landed on his phone. She had the screen facing them again and he could see that she had managed to get nearly all of them in the shot, dog ears included. Growling he narrowed his eyes at it only for her thumb to twitch and take another one. “Clearly you could be doing better” she teased, rolling her hips again to try and get him moving.
Clenching his jaw and growling Katsuki shoved her leg off his should, shuffling back until he slipped out of her. “What are you doing” she snapped at him, her annoyance clear but he didn’t pay her any attention. He grabbed at her tightly and in one moved flipped her over onto her stomach. She let out a surprised yelp at the sudden action but he didn’t give her any time to gain her bearings.
With the hands still on her hips he lifted her ass up, her hands scrambling to get under her and push herself up so she was on her hands and knees. Moving forward Katsuki rubbed his dick against her ass, groaning at the friction but that wasn’t what he was after tonight. He lined himself back up and shoved forward into her cunt once more. She cried out at the new angle as he slid into her deeper than before.
He gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her at a bruising pace. His nails were digging in and come morning he knew there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers. Ten yellow and purple smudges that would mark her as his, would say Bakugou Katsuki was here. Because she would leave them there for him, leave them so Shoto could see what he had done to her whilst he had been away and unable to do anything about it.
She was moaning and crying out, head tipped forward and eyes screwed shut. Katsuki couldn’t have that. Placing one hand on the bed next to her arm Katsuki draped himself along her back, his other hand going back into her hair and pulling her head back with a sharp tug. She cried out, her eyes flying open as he gently nipped at her neck.
Laughing Katsuki’s eyes fell to where her hands were balled up in the sheets and to his phone that lay abandoned between them. Smirking Katsuki reached out for it, placing all his weight in her to do so. Her arms wobbled slightly from the added weight but she kept them up, her hands flattening out for added support.
Lifting it up her opened the camera. They looked a mess, both their faces flush and she had tears rolling down her cheeks. Both of their hairs were a mess, sticking up in all sorts for directions and clearly having had hands tugging at it. The dog ears though were still perfectly perched on top of his head.
Pulling his hand from her hair Katsuki slipped it round to her chin, curling his fingers around it whilst he prodded at her lips with two fingers. Obediently she opened her mouth letting him slip them in and press down on her tongue, holding her mouth open obscenely wide. Smirking he turned his attention back to the camera, pulling it in closer so all he could see was their heads and shoulders. He made sure the dog ears were in shot before leaning in and dragging his tongue along the side of her face, licking her tears and sweat from her face. He glanced sideways at the phone as he did, never taking his eyes off it as he took photo after photo, watching her eyes screw shut on the screen as he grinded into her.
Groaning Katsuki pulled back, his thrusts slowing as he sent all the photos to Shoto. Once done he dropped the phone back onto the bed and pulled his fingers from her mouth, ignoring her little whin as she pushed her hips back against him.
Growling he smacked at her ass causing her to jerk forward and cry out in surprise. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet” his voice sounded smug even to himself. Grabbing at her hips again Katsuki started to thrust harder and faster, using his grip on her to pull her back onto him every time he snapped his hips forward. Moaning she collapsed forward, her arms finally giving out on her.
“Fuck! So tight” he panted his climax building up in him again. He felt a gentle tug on the leash that he had forgotten. Looking down at her he watched as she reached over her shoulder for it. He thought about pulling it out of her reach, denying her something so simple seeming like a small victory in taking back control, but he was to slow.
Her fingers hocked around the loop at the end and she yanked hard giving him no choice but to jerk forward if he didn’t want to choke. With his mouth next to her ear he huffed out his annoyance. Laughing she turned her head to the side, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips. “If you don’t make me cum in the next five minutes, I won’t let you cum till tomorrow morning”. She whispered breathlessly, placing another quick kiss on his lips before turning away from him.
Stunned Katsuki stilled. Five minutes wasn’t that long and he didn’t even know how close she was. He couldn’t go till morning without cuming. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, would be constantly thinking about it. He couldn’t go that long all pent up. When he didn’t move she yanked on his leash again. ”You’re wasting time pet”.
Growling Katsuki shifted, pulling back as much as he could. He started to thrust into her again, taking his hands off her hips and placing one on the bed to hold his weight. The other he slipped round her stomach, sliding it between her legs to start rubbing at her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous, crying out as she threw her head back. Smirking Katsuki picked up the pace driving into her as he tried to keep pace with his fingers.
She was crying out with every thrust of his hips now, making these little chocked off noises and desperate gasps. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around him and he couldn’t stop his own groan. He caught her slight movements as she took yet another photo, arms stretched before her and shaking hands wrapped around the phone.
Growling Katsuki slammed into her harder. Clearly he wasn’t fucking her good enough if she could still function enough to be sending photos to Shoto. Shifting forward he draped himself across her back so he could place hard and sloppy kisses against her neck and shoulder, his teeth scrapping over her sweat slicked skin. “Come on. Wonna feel you fucking lose it on my dick”. He growled his command into her ear and she whined in response, her hips rolling hard against his fingers.
He was close himself. Knew he would probably cum the moment she did but he needed to get her there first. Wanted to hear her scream his name so loud that the whole fucking building knew who she belonged to. He wanted her there now and he knew one sure fire way to get what he wanted.
Keeping his thrusts hard and fast Katsuki gently rubbed his fingers over her clit, waiting to hear her annoyed little whine before he used his quirk to set off a few small explosions in quick succession. Her reaction was immediate, her whole body going tense as she threw her head back against his shoulder and screamed his name.
“Fuck!” he cried out as she clenched tight around him. His hips jerked forward a few more times before he stilled, his own body tensing as he came inside of her. To stifle his own cry he bit down on her shoulder hard, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh and causing her to cry out once again. His ears were ringing with the sound of her cry but Katsuki was sure he heard the sound of his phone going off again in the background, signalling that another photo had been taken.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, both of them panting and trying to regain some sort of composure. Katsuki was the first to move, pulling away from her with a groan. He placed a gentle kiss to the angry bite mark he had left on her shoulder. He hadn’t broken the skin but he was sure he had come close to it. As he slipped out of her she made a pained little whimper, now over sensitive. As soon as he was off of her, her arms seemed to turn to jelly and she feel face first onto the bed with a small umph.
With a groan Katsuki collapsed onto the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling and still trying to get his racing heart under control. “Shit” he mumbled, one hand coming up to rub at his face before sliding up to push his slightly damp hair out of his eyes. He got a non-comital hum from the women next to him who seemed to be trying her hardest to melt into the bed.
The sound of another photo being taken had Katsuki turning to glair at the women. She still had her face pressed against the bed but had turned to face him, her soft smile only just visible as she watched him through half lidded eyes. “Stop it” he grumbled turning away from her to glair at the celling.
He felt her moving beside him, the bed shifting slightly. He didn’t stop her as she climbed on top of him, still smiling softly at him and looking down at him as if he was the best thing that had ever happened. Cupping his cheek she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. Humming Katsuki kissed her back just as gently his hands going to her hips as their mouths slowly moved against one another’s. “Thank you” she whispered against his lips as she pulled back, placing one last kiss on his lips before she sat up completely.
Katsuki blushed, eyes darting to the side as he nervously rubbed at his neck. “It’s fine. Not like I didn’t enjoy it” he mumbled suddenly feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. She huffed out an amused snort. She reached out with one hand to cup his cheek and gently turned his head back to look at her. “I’m glad”. Sighing Katsuki nodded slightly, still blushing like crazy.
She patted his cheek softly before she climbed off of him to stand next to the bed. Without a word she leant over him, delicate fingers slipping behind his neck to unbuckle the
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
♡ 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.
➥➥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.
“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.
➥➥ 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.
➥➥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.
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.
Summary: Sho can’t seem to pinpoint why he is so fixated on you until he can and then he can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about your swollen, full tits.
Word count: 4.8k
Technically, this all can be traced back to being Natsuo’s fault the moment he recommended that Shoto go and try out these milk based smoothies at a new cafe. The moment he had heard milk, he was interested and found himself walking there after his hero shift was over. He did it partially to appease his older brother, trying to show genuine appreciation for the fact that he remembered his love for milk. And he was not displeased when he found the cozy cafe that was tucked away from the world, it definitely would have been overlooked if he was not looking for it. The little chime on the door, when he walks in, makes your face light up in surprise that someone was entering so late.
The moment you laid eyes on him, your eyebrows furrowed. Could this be Shoto Todoroki? The pro hero? It seemed like a far fetch, but he clearly looked like him. As he approached the counter while examining the cafe, you decided that it sure as hell was him. There was no mistaking that pretty face and built frame. The idea that he was in your shop sent your nerves afire, but it would not be the first time a hero had wandered in so you bank on talking first, “Hey, how can I help you?”
His eyes snap down to you quickly and he scans your entire being, caught off guard a bit. He looked at your very symmetrical face and pleasant features. Large eyes, plump lips, nimble pierced nose before taking in the way your dark curly hair was pulled up into a ponytail and fell messily around your face. Your hazel eyes almost matched your skin color which was a few shades darker as they bore into his confusedly. He scans your facial features again, overwhelmed by the only repeated thought he was having: ‘so hot, so beautiful’ which surprised him as he was never one to dwell on such matters.
He realized he had been staring like an idiot, so he cleared his throat to break the awkwardness. “Sorry I didn’t know what I wanted yet. You caught me by surprise.” He speaks while scratching his head and barring an awkward smile, partially telling the truth. You can’t help but giggle at this, remembering how the pro was always critiqued for being socially inept. This allows him a glimpse at your straight white teeth that had gems on the canines which intrigued him immensely.
“It’s okay I can recommend some stuff if you’d like?” You say as you turn a paper menu towards him and bend over the counter to start pointing at the paper. That’s when he notices it, plush round tits pressed against the hard marble counter and he bites his lip ‘holy shit’ he automatically thinks before lightly blushing and looking away. He criticizes himself wondering what has gotten into him today. He nods finally, “that would be nice, preferably something milk based”.
“My mommy makes best milk smoodies!” A small boy is suddenly tugging at the hero’s pants leg in an instant which makes him look down and chuckle lightly. The boy with familiar hazel eyes continues to look up at him expecting a reply, but Shoto hadn’t really understood what he was saying.
“Oh Milo! You’re not supposed to touch strangers!” You motion for the small boy to let go of the pants leg which he obeys before running around the counter to you. “Sowwy mommy!” He says as he hugs the side of your leg while you play with the curls in his hair.
“He’s yours?” Shoto inquired while looking at the menu, trying to hide the shock that might come off as rude or offensive. Why was he even shocked? Because you looked so young? No, his own mom looked rather young so it could not be that. Was it perhaps because that meant you were taken?
“Yea he is! He was recommending our milk smoothies.” You laugh when the pro hero smiles like something connected in his head, “that’s actually what I came in here for, it slipped my mind. Can I have a strawberry one?” You can’t help but bite your lip when you see the small smile that adorns his normally straight face when looking at a shy Milo. You weren’t one to keep up with hero’s much, especially as of late with everything you had going on, but you were involved enough to know who the top were. Especially when they were always in the media and you had to admit he was much more handsome in person.
“Yes, let me get that going for you right now.” You say as you move to the other counter, only to be halted by Milo clinging to you harder.
“Mommy heeeroo?” He asks while looking at Shoto and you laugh, picking him up and placing him on the counter in front of Shoto.
“Yep that’s him, why don’t you say hi?” You coax and Shoto is taken aback when the boy not only says hi, but rapidly starts babbling and waving his hands around. You left him there as you slightly turned your back to throw some ingredients into the blender.
“He’s talking about how cool you are to sum up!” You call back to Shoto who is trying hard to understand the curly head boy. He can’t help but chuckle, “I’m surprised you can even recognize me, little guy.” He states seriously taking in his small sitting stature, he couldn’t have been more than 2 years old if even that.
You shake your head in disagreement, “he loves hero’s, watches you top three all the time actually.” With that you begin to blend the smoothie, the loud rumbling startles Shoto, but not the little boy who watches in amazement. Once it’s done blending you begin to pour the contents into two separate cups while Shoto laps up areas where your skin was exposed, red in the face when his eyes land on your also pulp thighs and ass. He is quite sure there is something wrong with him today- when you turn around with the smoothies, the small boy’s eyes light up as he and Shoto are both given one.
“Thanks mommy!” He coos before desperately drinking it, “how much do I owe you?” Shoto asks and you shake your head, “it’s on the house, I’m about to close anyway.”
“I couldn’t possibly not pay-
“How could I charge such a respectful hero?”
“How could such a respectful hero not pay?” He rebuttals as he sips on his drink, almost groaning by how good it tastes, “especially when the drink tastes this good?”
“Well well, you’d think a respectful hero would listen.” You counter and he’s full on smirking now, does he realize it, you think as he looks quite amused by your efforts. He drinks some more before sighing, “I’ll only not pay if you allow me to pay next time.”
Hearing next time made your heartbeat increase, almost as if the fan girl in you that you didn’t know about wanted to squeal. He was looking at you so adamantly that you couldn’t help but nod with a slight blush.
“For all of us.” He states matter of factly as he pats Milo’s head who is sucking on his drink and nodding his head as if he could understand. You are full on red now as he acts like he didn’t do anything, thanking you one last time before turning around and heading out the door.
The next time he came in, it was around the same time as before and upon seeing him you had to stop yourself from blushing. This time it was a Saturday and the cafe still had some lingering teenagers in it who immediately quaked at the man. It takes him about 10 minutes to sign objects and take pictures with the group before he can make it to the counter and by then you had his drink almost prepared.
“Don’t forget to make something for yourself-” his eyes flick down to your name tag, having made it his life mission to find out your name, “-y/n”. You are so glad your ears are covered by your hair because they are set ablaze by his matter of fact tone.
You try to chuckle calmly and tease a bit, “oh you were serious about that?” He gives you a deadpan face that makes you snicker,” kidding, kidding” You tack on another drink and give him his total which he happily pays for before accepting your drink.
“Where’s the little guy at today?” He asked before looking around slightly to make sure that he had not missed the small boy, “oh he is in the back room taking a nap, he was a bit fussy today.” He calmly listened to how your day went and even gave you ample information about his. This is how your encounters went for the most part for the next half a year or so, Shoto would always stop by after his patrolling shifts- when he had them- and buy the same smoothie occasionally adding on drinks or desserts for himself, you, or Milo. The days where he did not work, he would try to come in early and help around the cafe- almost killing your eyes when you first saw him in regular clothing. He even started to learn his way around Milo: being able to understand his rapid babbling, getting used to his biting because yes he did bite, etc. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander at times about what ifs- what if you two got closer, what if you two started being more romantic together….what if his large hands helped you with other things. But you always cut them short because you were almost positive that he was not interested in you and you wouldn’t want to ruin what you did have going on.
Shoto on the other hand was nearing the end of his ropes with how much he was restraining himself towards you. He was less experienced in all things romance than others might imagine, not doing much in highschool, dabbling a bit in college, and becoming too busy now. Until you, until you started to consume his thoughts. He thought it would falter as time went on, but it only got stronger especially after finding out you were a single mom- not at all taken. His thoughts could get so lewd about you that he thought he was going crazy, consulting Bakugou and Deku, who were far more experienced and shocked that he was inquiring. It also didn’t help that he was just about whipped for your personality too, loving your bubbly and headstrong manner. Recently though, he had started noticing a change in you. You were less bubbly, more tired and irritable but trying to hide it.
So when he walks through your cafe doors one evening only to see the chairs on top of the tables signalling your close, he was surprised. He checked his watch to make sure that he was not late, which he was not. Soon you emerged from the back room with your purse and keys in hand and smiled tiredly. He can tell by the look in your eyes that something had happened today, but even so they lit up when they met him.
“I’m closing up early today and was thinking you could come up for some wine? If that’s a fair trade for a strawberry smoothie” You ask, walking towards him to give him a light hug, “Sure, but what about Milo-
“He’s at my friend’s house for the night. Sleepover.” You explain while locking the door, wanting to lean into his body that is firmly behind you, just exhausted from the day. He knew that you lived above the cafe, but had not been up yet, so walking up the stairs made him nervous and giddy like a teenager. The whole place smelled like you and Milo and it was exceptionally clean and above all warm- like people who loved each other lived here.
You pour two large glasses of wine, barley adding much to one, before handing him the one that was most filled since you didn’t want to drink much on the account of you still breastfeeding. Even so you relish the small amount that you allow yourself, sighing, “goddamn I needed that!” You giggle some, but the statement holds weight.
“Have you… Have you been okay?” He asks before finally drinking some of the smooth red wine and you sigh again.
“I’ve probably been rude lately, I’m sorry. I’ve just been really stressed. I didn’t realize I was being so obvious!” You try to wave it off a bit, not wanting to create cracks in your dam, but his soft eyes almost pleaded for more.
“You weren’t being rude, just a bit standoffish.” He explains as you almost finish your glass of wine, “Are you sure? My best friend said I was being mean, she is always able to read me so well. That’s why she took Milo for the night.”
Shoto’s brain starts to turn, realizing that you would be alone for an ample amount of time with no disturbances, “Let me refill that for you”, you break his thoughts while taking his now empty glass from him. He allows you and in attempts to stir his mind from forbidden thoughts he states, “you and your friend must be close then I know you barely let Milo out of your sight.”
Handing his glass back, you nod while watching the way his Adams apple bobbed when he swallowed the liquid “yes we met at a birth giving class and became fast friends when we found out we were both soon to be single moms. She even moved out to Japan with me when I wanted to get away from my ex. Not that that was her only reason.” By the end of your sentence, you are furrowing your eyebrows in deep thought.
“Can you believe that asshole has been threatening to come find Milo and I?” At the sound of this Shoto is even more alarmed and attentive than he was previously. You only brought up your ex once and that was to say that you were not together.
“Did he harm you two?” He asks immediately very seriously as he walks closer to you, “he well… lets just say he wasn’t good to me.” You struggle to get out, not even being able to correctly articulate that he did in fact harm you, “and he only wanted Milo because he thinks he will have a powerful quirk. I mean can you believe that…
You begin to launch into a full explanation of how terrible a man he was, all the things you have been holding back finally coming out like vomit rapidly as you get more and more worked up. Shoto is equally worked up if not more absolutely disgusted by the man you were describing, having to stop himself from drawing parallels to his own father.
“And fuck Milo is so scared that he won’t even breastfeed right. It’s been like a week and now I’m swollen and in pain and tired and-
Maybe it was because Shoto was already feeling so utterly protective over you because of what you had been saying or maybe it was because he had been internally conflicted for so long, but he pounced.
“Let me help you.”
“Wha- what? How? Wait do you mean with…” You trail off blushing at the fact that you even thought that he could possibly mean with the breast feeding situation.
“With everything. I-I can even help with your….” He presses further, desperation seeping from him as his eyes finally land on your full breasts, unapologetically, as they rise and fall from your heavy breathing.
Your back is against the counter and he is in front of you, staring, awaiting an answer as you make sure you heard him correctly. Your cheeks are flushed red from his confession and the alcohol, so it is easy to get lost in his heterochromatic eyes, “h-how?”
He lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding and brings his hands up, looking at you with a slight blush before placing them on your breasts. You instantly arch into his touch with an, “oh fuck” falling from your lips because he was using his quirk to warm them. It felt so nice, just having his large, warm hands on your aching breasts, so when he started to move them- grope them- your mind grew lewd.
His eyes were clouded with arousal, burning the image in his head of fondling your milk full tits in his hands before getting greedy and pulling away which makes you whine. You’re about to protest, but are cut off by him pulling your shirt open, sending the buttons of your cafe uniform flying and adding to your delirium.
“Put your hands back please Sho.” You basically plead looking up at him with trusting eyes as your black lace bra is put on full display. Your breasts can barely be confined to them, definitely showing the effects of not being properly emptied in a while and it had the pants of his hero costume growing tight. He attacks your breasts with his warm hands as he massages them in unison, pushing them together and spreading them apart while squeezing them to his own twisted pleasure. “ Hotter, hotter please- just more!”
He would spoil you to death if he could, so how could he not comply? You were leaning your palms flat on the counter behind you to bare your chest on full display for him, so he heated his palms up more and decided to slip them under the fabric of your bra. Your eyes flew open when his skin meets yours, a sinful moan leaving your lips.
“You’re so sexy darling.” He doesn’t stop himself from saying while ducking his head down and leaning into you. Your mouth falls open a bit in anticipation for the arrival of his lips which he presses to yours in desperate, touch starved want. Even so, you can tell he is trying to restrain himself a bit, attempting to not bite and tug sloppily at your lips but instead applying force behind his movements. You don’t want him to restrain though, don’t want him to focus on being the gentleman that he always is, so you place your hand on the back of his head and pull him further into you while licking at his bottom lip. He groans in approval and allows your tongue inside his mouth, but immediately attacks it, swirling the pink muscle with his before winning and invading your mouth. One hand is clamped in his locks while the other desperately unhooks your own bra, humming when it finally loosens around your shoulders. When you two pull apart, you are both panting with salvia coating your now redden lips and he quickly rids you of your bra and tattered shirt before staring at your bare chest.
“They’re so full- fuck.” Shoto hisses, catching you by surprise as he looks so honestly affected by the swell of your mounds. He scoops you up by the hips to easily place you on the counter before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Once again, your hand is finding refuge in his hair as he presses wet lips against your hot skin while placing his hands on your breasts again. This time one hand is warm while the other is cold and you gasp loudly at the dizzying combination. He starts a steady rhythm of changing the temperature of his hands while rubbing your nipples in circular motions with his thumbs.
Your panties are soaked and breasts well massaged, when you start lactating. Single beads of breast milk seep from each nipple, wetting the man’s thumbs and making him pull away from the redden hickey he was working on.
“Fuck, sorry I guess it was bound to happen because of how backed up I am, but-.” You start to say through heavy pants, but he cuts you off by licking his lips and bending low enough to catch your right nipple into his mouth. Your mind almost shatters as you freeze, “wait Sho it’ll- but he grunts instantly to cut you off because-
He knows. He has thought about it since the moment he met you. That if he toyed and sucked hard enough your milk would come out. He honest to god wanted all of it.
So his lips latched onto the budding nipple with lust coated excitement as he began to suck softly while giving the same, breast whom nipple he sucked, a squeeze- trying to coax anything, even a drop, out. “Ah ah!” You moaned a bit panicked when a slight stream filled his mouth which he hungrily swallowed before letting out a sinfully delightful moan, “it tastes so good, god you’re so sweet.” He expressed his gratitude with a lustful glance up at you who by now are equally as aroused by his actions.
“Please drink me dry Sho.” You whimper seriously and that is all he needs to hear before he is sucking milk from your leaking nipple while still massaging the other breast. His sucking gets more aggressive and desperate, biting at the flesh a bit and suctioning the bud harder causing more milk to spurt out while he grinds his dangerously hard cock into the counter subconsciously. You’re a moaning mess as milk escapes from the corners of his mouth while your other nipple begins to seep milk because of his squeezing, streaming down your stomach and onto your pants and floor. This catches his attention, he begins licking the trail that had trickled down your stomach before suckling that nipple instead while pinching the nipple he had already serviced so well.
His grinding gets more sporadic and you finally notice his movements, so you pull him by his shirt up to your face and watch as his unfocused eyes stare into yours while thumbing the milk from the corner of his mouth into his mouth. “Want your milk too, Shoto please.” Those words awakened another desire that he had been trying to submerge inside of himself.
“Want my milk too, baby girl? Yea?” He asks and you nod rapidly as he unbuttons and yanks your pants down and off your legs. Your matching black panties are coated with slick and he bites his lip as he hurriedly undresses too. When you are both left bare, you stare at his pretty dick that is glossed with pre-cum, but don’t have time to dwell on it when he is hiking your legs up and apart by your plush thighs.
He is looking down at your seeping sex as he starts to thrust shallowly between your folds, creating lewd squelching sounds as he strains to say “nex-next time i’ll be more attentive to your pretty pussy okay?” Your heart swells at his caring nature even when you both are so close to unraveling already, not that he wasn’t already being so very attentive.
With that he grabs his thoroughly wet cock and places it at your entrance, letting out a shaking breath when he starts to sink in. He bit his lip roughly when he watched your core stretch around him because of his throbbing girth, “oh fuck you f-feel great,” you sobbed as he continued to sink into your plush walls and just as he is almost in.
“Gotta stuff you a little more baby okay? So you can take all my milk properly.” He coaxes as he places hot, wet kisses on your face and you nod even though you’re the fullest you have been. The only thing your mind can think about is making him feel good and being stuffed by him, so when he thrusts the rest of the way and stills in you, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fight back an orgasm. His head is thrown back, face flushed, and eyes screwed shut as he too tries to calm himself inside your gushing walls.
When he finally finds the ability to not almost cum every 15 seconds he begins a slow roll of the hips, cupping you by the face and saying “I’m gonna take care of you so good.” In response, you basically throw yourself into the kiss, not a coherent thought in mind that did not involve him in it while he continues to slowly grind into you while holding your thighs apart tightly, bruisingly.
“So full, feels so good Sho!” You moan out as you cup your breasts to toy with your nipples, “I- I’m not done with those full tits yet.” He groans as his thrusts get sharper, aiming to find your g-spot which makes you gasp in surprise.
“Don’t ever want you walking around with tits this full ever again, got it, gonna always suck you dry.” He whispers as he begins to suck and bite marks into your breasts, so roughly that it leaves marks. You were overjoyed by his almost animalistic manner, relishing the fact that such a proper gentleman could be so lewd for you. In no time, he was latched onto your unsucked nipple to drink all the sweet milk from that one while roughly squeezing the other which was now throbbing under all the attention.
“You can have me whenever you want.” There was no lie to your statement and he felt it, humming against your yummy nipple in approval as he started to thrust deeper, rutting into your g- spot in the process making you cry out and milk to spurt from your left breast.
He gently lets go of your nipple before smiling up at you, “found it.” He pushes his hair away from his forehead, revealing his scar and his sweat stained forehead before wrapping your legs around his back. Using your tits as leverage, he begins to fuck into you with intention, repeatedly ramming his full length into your spongy spot with force as grunts tumble out of his mouth.
“ ‘m gonna cum Sho c-can’t hold it!” You squeal as he soaks in the tears falling from your eyes and the milk trickling from your swollen nipples against both of you.
He begins to rub your clit with cold fingers which starts the process of your long orgasm, the cold juxtaposing with your heated bodies, “me too baby and I’m gonna stuff you full with my cum.”
“Fuck yes! Breed me Sho, gonna carry your baby please.” Your babbling makes his hips stutter and his orgasm to start as he begins to fill your womb with his hot seed, continuing to thrust so he can fuck you through both your orgasms. His fingers never let up on rubbing your clit, eliciting the loudest cry out of you, while his mouth fell up to moan your name loudly. Both quivering, you pussy overstimulates him when he stops thrusting as it pulsates around him, sucking him further in to get all of his cum, “fuckkk gonna give you a baby for sure.” He breathlessly cries as he further loses composure inside you, head falling in between your breast while yours and his arousal seep out of you onto the counter joining some of your breast milk.
Moments pass before he finally deems it alright to pull out, staying in a little longer for good measure not at all joking about wanting to breed you….
“You are so amazing.”
“You’re one to talk. I didn’t know you were so lewd, Shoto.” You tease as you suck a hickey on the skin under his ear before taking in his blushed cheeks. You two end up showering before falling asleep together only to wake up the next morning and go again.
He couldn’t wait to go on patrol that night to tell Midoryia and Bakugou about how he knew your milk would taste so sweet, finally being able to brag to them like they often did about their scenarios… plus he just had a new found glee at finally being able to claim you and those tits.
summary:It has been weeks since the man you thought would be your forever left you. Just when you finally managed to get your life back on track, fate throws another wrench in your path.
“Here kitty kitty, I have a treat for you,” a crude customer laughed, holding a few hundred yen over the crotch of his pants.
You plaster a smile on your face ignoring how slimy his gaze made you feel, “Sorry sir I am not allowed to take tips from customers.”
He laughs, waving the money around, “No one is going to say anything, now come and get your treat.”
You lift your nose into the air pushing down the urge to bare your fangs, “I said I am not allowed to take tips but thank you for the offer.” You turn on your heels and leave to the front of the restaurant. You despised serving the VIP tables, they always tried to push your boundaries knowing no one would care about the complaints of a hybrid.
When you had first gotten the job at the restaurant a few weeks ago you had begged to serve the VIPs needing all the money you could get to afford your half of the rent. It had taken a few weeks to prove yourself capable, the owners were still very traditional in their beliefs of hybrids. If only you had a time machine to go back and tell yourself to stick to the regular tables, they never tried to grab your ass.
“Number five,” the owner yelled your nickname from the kitchen, “In ten minutes we are seating another VIP table in room four.”
You take in a deep breath, “How many people?”
He waves his spatula at you, his eyes stern, “Three, and you make sure to treat them with the utmost respect, they are some of the best pro heroes in Japan.”
iYou give a quick bow, “Of course sir, I will be on my best behavior.”
He stiffly nods and goes back to cooking. You have served plenty of pros in the VIP rooms, the restaurant you worked at was close to a few agencies making it an attractive place to grab lunch.
“There you are,” Yumiko, your coworker, growled prowling towards you, “I thought I told you I would cover you today so you could rest!”
You roll your eyes, “My heat is not due until late tomorrow, I am fine to work today.”
“What if it comes early, it is not safe to be around humans during your heat.” She yells, gently holding your shoulders.
You shake her hands off, “Trust me I know how humans can be.” You look around making sure no one is listening, “Rent is due soon, I can’t afford to miss work on the off chance my heat might come early.”
“Off chance!” she screeches, “Heats are not an exact science, you are so close one small smell could throw you into it early. I can already start to smell it on you.”
You cringe not liking the idea she could smell you like that. She was the only other hybrid you had ever been close to, it was easy to forget when you are surrounded by humans that others could smell you. “It will be fine, hybrids rarely ever come in here and humans cannot smell it, besides I only have a few hours left.”
Yumiko’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Then let me cover those few hours and go home to get some rest, do you even have a nest made?”
You cringe, there was no way your inner omega would allow you to build a nest in your apartment. While you may work in a nice part of town you could only afford to live an hour away in an area riddled with crime. You could not relax enough to allow instinct to take over and build a nest.
“No, I was not planning on building one this heat.”
Her mouth fell open, “Not making a nest, how are you going to get through this heat without a nest?”
You shrug, “I have never really had a nest anyways, my old master was an asshole.”
“Do you at least have a partner lined up to help you through it?”
“Oh god no,” you scoffed, gathering the menus from the tray, “I can take care of myself, I always have.”
Yumiko looked ready to rip her hair out, “You are crazy, I am friends with a crazy person. Not only are you going through heat alone without a nest, but you are also working until the last minute. What if a train is delayed or-or breaks down?”
“Then I will take a bus,” you adjust the hat on your head and behind walk to the VIP room.
‘What if the bus is late?” She yelled, following close behind you.
“I will call a cab,” you reply over your shoulder.
“And if you have no cell service?”
“Yumiko, thank you for your concern but trust me when I tell you I can take care of myself. I have been dealt plenty of shit cards and have managed to deal with all of them. I know my body, my heat is not even close” your voice softens, “But thank you for worrying about me.”
Her shoulders deflate, her ears flattening to her head, “Promise to at least call me if you need something.”
You smile, “Of course, I promise.”
She looked to the front room, “Well I guess I am going to grab lunch then, Yuki does not get off work until late tonight so I will have to find something to do.”
“There is a new hybrid romance out in theaters,” you suggest.
“But I wanted to see that with you,” she whines.
“No way,” you laugh, your throat tight, “I have no interest in watching a human fall in love with a hybrid. Why would I pay to torture myself.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot,” She squeezes her hand around your wrist. “You will find someone someday. Someone who loves you more than anything, who be just as addicted to you as you are to them.”
You bite your trembling bottom lip, “I thought I already had.”
Her face crumbles, “Loving a human is one of the hardest things I have ever allowed myself to do. They are not compelled by their instincts like we are and will never feel the pull of a mating bond.” She pulls you in closer, her hands cupping your chin, “But they can love us in many other beautiful ways. You will find someone who will adore you the way you deserve, who would never imagine leaving your side. Sure your first love did not work out and that is awful but you deserve to let yourself find love again. ”
You pull back, not letting yourself feel the hope she wished to inspire in you, “Thanks for the pep talk but I have to get back to work, my table is going to be seated any second.”
“Remember what I said if you need anything call me!” She waves her finger, “If I find out you did not ask for help I will be seriously pissed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you wave, walking to the VIP room. You press the menus close to your chest when a brief hint of an intoxicating scent filled your nose. It made you want to fall to your knees and push your ass up in the air, begging whoever the scent belonged to take you home. You shake your head, giving your cheeks a few slaps to snap out of it, you had work to do, there is no time for thinking like that.
You take in a deep breath through your mouth, you could not afford to skip the rest of this shift, you needed to just get through the day and you will have three days off to get this out of your system.
You knock on the thin door giving the occupants a warning of your arrival before sliding it open. Two people sat next to each other, a large man with green hair and a smaller woman with pink cheeks. They were whispering to each other, their faces full of worry.
“Hello, I will be your server today, thank you so much for choosing us to dine with today,” you place the menus down onto the table, “Is everyone here?” you ask wondering if the third had canceled.
“No,” the woman answered, “We have one more coming but he is taking a call outside, he should be in any minute.”
“Oh, would you like me to get you drinks while you wait?”
“Yes, that would be great,” the large man answered with a tight smile.
You do not bother to scribble down their drinks orders, leaving the sad-smelling room to grab some green tea. You wonder if they had a bad day at work, being a hero could not be easy. Sure you had difficult customers but you could not imagine constantly dealing with some of the worst people in society every day.
With the drinks in hand, you make your way back to the room, pausing to figure out how to knock with your hands full.
“I am worried about him,” the muffled voice of the woman said from behind the door, “Have you seen how tired he looks, I don’t think he has slept in weeks.”
“He has not slept since he was discharged from the hospital,” the man groans, “Not that I can blame him, if you disappeared I would act the same.”
“Oh Deku, what are we going to do? We have the best team out there looking for her and we still have nothing, not even a trace. How could she disappear like this, it is as if she never existed.”
“I don’t know, the shelter says they have no record of her and her fingerprints are not in the system. Getting hybrids to speak to us is like pulling teeth, they are very loyal to their own kind so even if they knew where she might be they will never tell us.”
“Maybe we could hire a hybrid to ask around?”
“No hybrid would choose to betray their kind like that,” Deku slammed his fist onto the table, “We will just have to keep looking, giving up is not an option, if we cannot find one missing hybrid how can we call ourselves heroes.”
“But Deku, what if something has happened to her, there is a large black market in this city for hybrids she could have easily been picked up by them.”
“We cannot afford to think that way, we have to hold out hope we will find her. The consequences are too great to be thinking otherwise.”
Your breathing sped up as you listen to their conversation, why were they looking so hard for a missing hybrid. The human will be fine, it is not as though humans feel the effects of a broken bond, once they decide a relationship is over they can just leave, not even bothering to explain.
“How much more can he handle Deku, I have never seen a man so broken.”
“He will have to last a little longer, he is stubborn, he will not give up until she is back in his arms. So we cannot give up either, we will expand the search to more providences, she has to be around here somewhere.”
“I hope you are right,” she sighed and they both fell silent. You wait a few more seconds increase the start speaking again and knock.
“I have brought your drinks, are we still waiting on your friend?” You set the teapot down and bring two cups to sit in front of them.
“Yes, but I know what he will want so we will go ahead and order if that is ok,” the man answered holding the menu.
“Of course,” you smile, pretending their earlier conversation did not affect you. “What can I get for you?”
“We will have the-” his voice drowns out by the mouthwatering scent from earlier filling the air. Your breathing stops and you whip your head around, it was not possible, he could not be here!
But it was, standing right behind you was the man who had offered you the world and then ripped it away. You both stood still his eyes wide with the shock. He must be horrified by the idea of finally having to confront the trash he threw away.
You do not bother thinking, letting instinct take over your turn, and run past him into the front of the restaurant looking desperately for Yumiko. You spot her by the table near the door slurping up her lunch.
“Don’t let him get to me!” you screech, running frantically past her table.
Yumiko looks up from her lunch, her eyebrows raised, “What?”
“It’s him!” you yell praying she would understand when you see his hair out of the corner of your eyes.
A spark of recognition lights in her eyes before her lips curl up with rage. You may hate Shoto for what he did but no one on earth despised him more than Yumiko. The two of you spent more nights than you would like to admit drunk ranting about all the things you wanted to do if you ever saw him again.
She leaped out from the chair stepping in his path to you. You can hear him yelling but you do not look back, running out the door to the street. You don’t have much time, Shoto was a pro hero who could easily wipe the floor with Yumiko, you needed somewhere to hide and fast.
A large burst of ice erupted behind you flooding the streets behind you. Fuck, he must be right behind you. Lifting the traditional dress you were forced to wear for work you go into a full-blown sprint, your heart pounding against your ribs as you make your escape. You make sure to make as many turns as you could hoping you would be able to lose his trail.
“Wait!” the feminine voice from earlier yelled, “Please, we just want to talk.”
You shake your head, they must have split up to look for you. A sound strategy when they could not smell like you could. You had never been more grateful for taking the time to explore the area during your lunch breaks than now. There was a small hiding spot only a few blocks from here you should be able to hide away in until they gave up looking.
Your lungs burned, a bloody taste filling your mouth as you continued to push yourself until the woman’s voice grew fainter. Sharply turning down another alleyway the hiding spot was in your sight, you could make it!
“Baby!” Shoto’s desperate voice yelled, stepping out from the street in front of you. You almost lose your balance, your weight rolling to your heels.
“Please, listen to me,” he begged, his voice hoarse.
You take a split second to take in his appearance. He looked awful, his one breathtaking eyes now dull, his hair uncombed and uniform wrinkled. But what really caught your eyes was the expression his face held, it was as if he had seen a miracle.
You shake your head, turning your body to run the other way. Deku steps out from the other side of the alley blocking the exit, his hands out to the side palms facing up, “we mean you no harm.”
You twist your head around looking for some way to escape from them. “Baby please, I need to talk to you.”
Tears spill out onto your cheeks, panic takes over, you could not handle this right now, you could not handle hearing the excuses he wanted to give. You waited for a week to hear his voice, never leaving the phone in case he called. But he never called! He abandoned you just like master. He took what he wanted from you and left. All the sweet soft words he whispered to you while he held you to his chest were lies.
“We have been looking all over for you,” Deku takes a step closer, “My office is nearby, why don’t you follow Shoto and me so we can talk in private.”
You slam your hands over your ears, blocking out their words and trying to think of a way out of this. Come on think, how could you escape, there had to be an escape route.
Shoto’s scent grew stronger, you knew he was getting closer but running now was not useful he would be able to just freeze you in place, you needed to think! But the closer he got the cloudier your thoughts became, the heat in your lungs now paling in comparison to the warmth rapidly growing in your lower abdomen. You stop breathing. No, no this can’t be happening.
But it was, of all the times for your heat to arrive it decided to show its face now. The familiar burning rips your veins, rapidly sending your body into overdrive.
“Hey, you get away from her!” Yumiko screams, pushing the man behind you away and taking you into her cold arms.
“Fuck, this is bad,” she cries, letting you rest your weight into her arms. “Shit, you fucking asshole,” she yells, slowly falling to the ground bringing you with her. “This is all your fault, you piece of rotting shit, if I did not have to hold her I would rip your throat out.”
“Hurts,” you groan, your body trembling. Nothing like this has ever happened before, normally a heat takes hours to get to this point.
“What is going on, what is happening to her?” Shoto’s panicked voice asked.
“Why do you care what happens to her? You did not care when you abandoned her at a shelter.” Yumiko felt your forehead with her palm, “Damn it, you are already burning up.”
“I know this all looks bad,” Shoto fell to his knees in front of Yumiko, “But please give me the time to explain.”
“Explain what,” She growled, baring her teeth, “How you got your dick wet and left? I don’t want to fucking hear it now that you have realized your mistake. Now if you ever cared even an ounce for her leave us alone, your presence is not helping right now.”
“No,” Shoto shifted closer, trying to get a look at your flushed face, “tell me what is going on or I will freeze you and take her anyways.”
“You are a real asshole, what kind of hero threatens an innocent helpless hybrid?”
If your pain was not debilitating you would burst out laughing at her comment.
“Helpless,” Shoto scoffed, “You almost ripped my throat out in the restaurant, if I had not put up the ice wall I would be bleeding out right now.”
“And you would have deserved it too,” her hand pets your cheek, her eyebrows contorted, “She is in heat,” Yumiko wiped away some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “the stress of seeing you must have pushed her body into it early.”
“Heat, she is in heat?”
“That is what I just said idiot,” Yumiko pulls you in closer to her chest, “Fuck, I told her this could happen.”
“Is she going to be ok?” Shoto tried to reach out to touch your wrist but she swatted him away.
“No, when a hybrid is pushed into an early heat is can be traumatic. Heats start slow for a reason, her hormones are going haywire right now trying to catch up.” Yumiko’s face paled, “It could take hours before she will even be able to walk. Normally the presence of a partner could subdue the worst of it but she has no one.”
“She has me,” Shoto reaches out again, trying to take you from her arms.
“Who do you think you are,” she yells trying to pull you back into her lap.
“I am the man going to take care of her,” he growls, his voice deeper than you have ever heard. “Now let her go.”
“No way, she is not going with you,” she yanks on your arm to pull you down but Shoto was stronger, pulling your limp form into his arms. You hated how instantly the pain began to fade, your body satisfied for the moment being close to the person it deemed its mate.
“Baby, can you hear me?” He leans over, his mouth close to your ear, “I cannot imagine how you are feeling right now, but I need a nod or something so I know you can understand me.”
Against your better judgment, you slightly nod your head.
“There is a hotel around the corner,” Deku voice said from somewhere behind Shoto, “We need to get her off the streets.”
Shoto pulls you in closer, his arms under your knees and back. “Let my father know I will not be back to work.” He begins to walk ignoring the squawking Yumiko being held back by Deku.
The walk to the hotel is short, Shoto moving as fast as he could without jostling you around. The entire walk was agony, you could feel your mind slipping away, giving room for your inner omega to take control. Normally you can suppress this part of yourself, push it down and pretend it did not exist. Your heat was the only time this side of yourself was truly revealed.
Shoto kicks open the door to the lobby, not bothering to even pull out his wallet as the terrified clerk scrolled through the computer to find an available room. Being a hero must have its perks, not even a minute later Shoto had the room key in his hand and was stepping into a large elevator.
He pressed the button to one of the upper floors, “Hold on a little longer, we are almost there.”
You bury your face deeper into his chest, hating the way a soft purr manages to escape your throat. He wants you, he came back for you, why did you care if he left? He is here now, that is all that matters, right?”
He takes the elevator up, walking down the hall he manages to slide the key into the lock while still holding you.
He uses his foot to close the door, slipping off his shoes he makes his way to the center of the room and sets you down into a soft large pile of blankets. Instantly you try to scramble to your feet, needing to be back in his arms. There was no way he could leave you if you were in his arms.
“Shh, baby, it’s ok, I am here,” he cooed, falling to his knees to settle beside you in the makeshift nest. You bury your nose in his neck, your tongue slipping past your lips to lick at the sensitive skin where his scent glands would have been.
“Baby we need to talk first,” he groaned, trying to gently push your mouth away from his neck. “There is so much I have to tell you.”
You bite down, growing impatient. Why is he not touching you? Does he not want you? You push yourself against him even more, not letting even an inch of space between you and him exist. You needed to show him how much you needed him, show him how good you could be, then he would not leave. This time he would stay, you would be good enough to make him stay.
“God,” he groaned, his head falling back as you suck on his skin, wanting to leave a mark on him, showing everyone that at this moment he was yours.
While your mouth held his attention your hand inches down his firm abdomen, taking the time to feel the strength of the muscles under your fingers as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his pants.
“Wait,” his fingers held a vice grip on your wondering hand. “Fuck, this is not what I had planned. I was going to take you back home and explain everything. I was going to make this right.”
You could care less about the words spilling out from his lips, you could only understand a few of them anyways. Your heat left you with one thought and one thought only, you needed him inside you, now.
You twist your wrist around, taking advantage of the sheen of sweat covering your skin to escape his hold and wrap your fingers around his girth. You both let out a groan at the contact, your inner omega pleased at the progress. You would have him breeding you in no time, filling you with to the brim until it was certain you were pregnant.
His cock was already hard, its warmth like a furnace in the palm of your hand. Growing bolder you flick your wrist, traveling up the length of his cock to settle around the head, preening when you encountered his precum already leaking out of the slit.
Your thumb drags over the mess, spreading across the tip of his cock. Soon this would be inside you and the unbearable heat would go away, Shoto is going to make all of this better.
“Enough,” he grabs ahold of your shoulders pushing you away.
Panic tightens your throat, the idea of being rejected too terrible to even comprehend. You needed him, why could he not understand that?
“Please,” you whine, trembling with need and growing hotter by the second. “Please Shoto I need you.” You did not care how pathetic it sounded as you begged, you would do anything to convince him to help.
“Don’t beg,” he brought your hand to his lips, “Don’t ever beg for my help.” His eyes held a new light, the dullness in the alleyway long gone, “I am going to make this all better baby, I am going to make you feel so good. But I need you to listen to me, can you do that?”
You nod your head, willing to do anything if it meant he was going to take care of you.
“Good girl,” he muttered, carefully adjusting your weak body until you lie under him. Needing more you spread open your thighs, lifting your hips to present yourself, hoping, praying he would accept your offer.
“Oh, little omega I am going to make you mine,” he groaned, bringing one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight bud, using his cool fingers to tease the other side. Rolling the nipple with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the tender skin. He was a terrible tease, never letting you feel too much pleasure before he changed what he was doing.
You grab ahold of his busy hand and push it lower to your eager cunt begging for affection. You had already soaked through your panties, the material clinging to your swollen lips showing how much he truly affected you.
“Please Shoto,” you pull your panties to the side and press his fingers against your slick cunt, “I need you inside me.”
He released the suction on your nipple with a pop and blew against the wet skin, lazily watching how you tremble under him, “I know little omega, but first I need to make sure you are ready.”
Every time he called you by your designation a small shudder ripples through your muscles. Humans lack a secondary sex relying on their biological gender to determine their roles in society and relationships. Having a secondary gender was something you expected Shoto to push to the side and ignore, after all, it had to be something he never dealt with before. But every time he called you an omega showed he understood your needs, understood you were not human and that he liked it.
The fingers you had dragged to your aching center came to life, slipping down the middle of folds to gather some of the wetness already leaking to your thighs. His middle finger easily finds your clit, circling the bundle as his mouth returns to tease your nipple.
With no choice but to accept whatever touch he was going to give you thread your fingers into his soft hair, using an anchor as two thick cold fingers enter your tight hole, curling up to stroke the spongy spot inside you. The visceral pleasure of his fingers was not as intense as the finger on your clit but together the sensations worked to drive you mad.
Soft whimpers left your throat as the fingers inside you spread apart, working your tight entrance open in preparation to take his fat cock.
“That’s it my omega, you are so perfect for me,” his tongue laps at the scent glands on your neck sending your pheromones into overdrive, you were almost positive your scent was strong enough that even a human like Shoto will be affected.
A buried part of yourself flashed for a second reminding you that it did not matter if he liked how you smelled, after your heat was done he was going to leave, just like he had that day all those weeks ago. You shake your head, trying to focus on the moment. At least someone you know is taking care of you during your heat, even if all of this was temporary.
“I am never letting you out of my sight,” Shoto adds a third finger, twisting the digits to stretch every inch of your entrance.
“You are such a good omega, I am so pleased with you,” his head bent down to place a soft loving kiss against your scent gland.
His words were like magic, a balm on the burn of your heat allowing your tense muscles to finally relax. He was not leaving, he wanted you.
The lips on your neck trailed down your torso, his cool hands untying your dress to easily push the material off your shoulders giving him free access to your breasts. His pupils dilated as he took in the shape of your body, admiring how soft and warm you felt against his skin.
He could feel you trembling under his touch, your body wound tight as you desperately rolled your hips up to wordlessly beg him for more.
The fingers teasing your clit grew even colder, as though icicles were stroking you instead of fingers. The change in temperature was jarring, for a second you feared it was too much, your body unsure how to process the contradicting stimulus.
“You are so tight around my fingers,” his thumb on your shifts, now stroking only the side he knew would send you tumbling. “It will take all my self-control not to come the second I get inside you.”
Your clench down on his fingers.
“Oh,” he smiled, gently biting down on your neck, “Do you like that idea little omega?”
“Shoto, please,” you cry, lifting your hip to try and deepen his touch.
“Now what did I tell you about begging? You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be my good omega?”
“Yes, please make me yours.”
His head lifts from your neck, his gaze softening, “Darling, you are already mine.” He thrusts his fingers making sure each stroke placed pressure against the tender spot inside you. “And I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that.”
When he spoke to your like that it was easy to believe him, believe that he wanted to keep you. You were too tired to deny his claim, letting yourself be duped into the fantasy he created as he worked your body higher and higher. You might as well enjoy his touch while you had it, even if he would leave you alone when it is all said and done.
The thrusts of his fingers remained steady but the thumb on your clit grew more aggressive, the once slow strokes now working overtime to push in speed fanning the flame inside you until the small sparks of pleasure erupted into flames. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to push your body further, admiring how you withered under him, your mouth open in a silent scream.
But it was not enough, before you could even come down from the first eruption of pleasure he was inching you closer to another, his beautiful fingers milking every ounce of pleasure out of your sloppy cunt, leaving you no time to catch your breath before another wave of ecstasy crashes into you.
You were unsure how long he continued to tease you, the lewd sounds of his thrusts the only sound in the room. Only when you went completely limp underneath him did he finally withdrawal his fingers from your trembling hole. Despite the earlier pleasure, you found yourself whining at the emptiness you now felt the unbearable heat returning with a vengeance, insisting you be mated.
You did not understand why he stopped his assault on your senses until you felt the head of his cock settle at your entrance.
“Baby, when you’re heat is over you have to promise me that you will give me five minutes to explain.”
“What,” you claw at his back your hips lifting trying to slip the head of his cock inside you. “Explain what?”
“I know it is hard to think in heat, but please just promise to give me five minutes baby and I will give you what you want.”
For some reason you know you should not agree but the need for his cock overrode any self-preservation instincts you had left, “Alright,” your arms trail up his back to wrap loosely around his glistening neck, “I promise, now please mate me.”
“Gladly,” he groaned, his hips lurching forward plunging his thick cock inside you. Unlike the first time he bred you, he gave you no time to adjust as he breached your entrance. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, needing something to anchor yourself.
When his length fully sheathed inside you he drew his hips back, watching his slick cock leave your pussy, your hole clenching him so tight it was a battle to not finish on the spot. The muscles of his neck were tense under your arms, his teeth clenched as he hissed out a breath, “Fuck I forgot how perfect you feel around my cock, it is like this pussy was made for me.”
He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust aimed at bringing you the most pleasure, “You are mine,” one hand came up to wrap around your neck, “Do you understand omega? This pussy belongs to me, this body belongs to me,” the fingers around your neck tighten stimulating the sensitive scent glands, “I am never letting you go.”
“Yes,” you lift your hips in time with his thrusts, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside you. “I am yours.”
The hand on your neck tightens again making any rational thought dissipate into an abyss. You were his to use, his to please, he could take anything from you and you would happily give it.
Except he asked for nothing, he only continued to give, his fingers spreading open the lips of your cunt to give him free access to your engorged clit. Two fingers pinched the bud, rolling it carefully as shifted his legs causing the head of his cock to drag across the spot inside you making stars appear in your vision.
“I am going to breed you this time for sure,” he purred into your ear, “I am going to fill you so many times anyone walking down the street will know who you belong to.”
“Yes, please,” your back arches up, the thoughts of being swollen with his child filling your mind and satisfying a primal part of your mind. He would never leave if you had his child, he would be bound to you forever.
“Every time you leave the house my cum has to be dripping out of your hole, maybe I might even bend you over a table a few times while we are out just to show the world how much you belong to me.”
Your pussy flutters around him, “Oh, do you like that idea little omega? Do you like the idea of the entire world watching as I breed your tight cunt? I have to admit I have never really liked being in the public eye but I do think it would be amusing to watch the jealousy on others’ faces as they watch me claim the most perfect omega.”
You hated how excited his fantasy made you feel, the idea of your mate claiming you while others watched was so lewd and yet you found yourself fantasizing about how hot it would be to have everyone watch your mate claim you. To have the entire world know that you belonged to him, the idea was intoxicating.
“Too bad I am the jealous type,” he groaned, his cock beginning to pulse. “I don’t want anyone to see the faces you make when my cock is inside you, I would have to kill them.”
His head leans down, his hands shifting out of the way to expose your vulnerable scent gland, “You smell divine darling, good enough to eat,” his teeth bite down gently on the glands sending brutal pleasure blasting through your system. Your inner omega was going haywire, ready to be claimed by their mate.
Shoto licked the bite mark he created, “Hm, do you think that is enough?”
His thrusts started to grow more erratic, his hair now wet with sweat, “Or should I bite the other side?”
You instantly toss your head to the side exposing your other gland to him.
He laughed, his lisps brushing over the swollen skin, “So eager little one, I am glad that I still have that effect on you.” His teeth clamp down sending another mind-numbing wave of pleasure crashing into your system but this time was different, he did not release his bite. Instead, his tactical fingers move relentlessly against your clit, building you up higher and higher.
“Wait,” you cry out, the influence of heat receding to give you a second of clarity but it was too late, the onslaught of pleasure hit you like a runaway train. Your toes curl and your back arches off the bed, your mouth open as you shout out his name over and over.
His teeth dig into your neck even deeper, so hard you were sure he had broken the skin, and yet the only sensation you were able to comprehend was the euphoric pleasure radiating through your skin. You were too high on your own pleasure to recognize when Shoto finally found his release, as soft groan against your neck as his cock puled inside you, his warm cum filling you.
Your shaking body relaxes under him allowing your mind time to catch up with everything that just happen now that your omega was satisfied. The haze of pleasure faded away quickly and the reality of what you just did slammed into your body.
“Get off me,” You hiss, ripping your arms off his body. “Get off me right now!” You push your palms against his chest, trying to shove him away, needing space to breathe, to comprehend the giant mess your heat just created.
“Darling you promised me five minutes, please just give me five minutes to explain.”
You shutter, his cock still deep inside you. Your chest grows tight, the pain from his bite on your neck no longer comforting.
“Get off of me!” you screech, pushing him away with all the strength you had. Shoto retreaded back out of the pile of blankets. You hated how empty you felt with him gone, damn your hormones, your own body a traitor.
“I-I need to leave,” you try to stand but your legs were too weak to hold your weight sending you tumbling back down into the pile of blankets. This was hell, your heat was still in full force and the smell of the room made you want to stick your ass up in the air and let Shoto have his way with you again.
“Baby,” he reached out trying to grab one of your hands but you snapped it out of his reach, his voice desperate, “I know I am the last person you wanted to see, and you owe me absolutely nothing but can I have five minutes to explain? I will never speak to you again after that if that is what you truly want.”
You look down your eyes beginning to sting, “What is there to say?”
“I would never have left you,” he reaches his hand out, stopping when he sees the distrust, “That morning I was called into work, a villain was holding an apartment building hostage. I barely had time to put on my uniform before I was out the door to assist.”
You bring one of the blankets up to cover your naked body, needing a shield from the man in front of you. How could he think he could make this better? He abandoned you at a shelter like a dog who peed on the carpet. And yet you practically begged him to have sex with you only minutes earlier. You wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, how could you be so pathetic to beg someone who had abandoned you?
“When I got there the police were frazzled, no one was sure what was going on or who the villain was. I was the highest-ranking hero so they decided to send me in to try and rescue any civilians and subdue the threat.” His voice hitched, “When I got inside there was a villain with a quirk no one had ever seen before.”
Your ears perk up, watching his face as he continues. Despite your distrust in him, you could not deny that there was no sign of deceit in his body language or voice. You hated how much you trusted him despite what he had done.
“He was able to reach me in the blink of an eye, using his quirk to send me to the ground.”
You stop breathing, forcing yourself to keep listening, “The next thing I know there is a gas filling the air and I couldn’t breathe. All I could think about was you, how I left you all alone not even bothering to tell you where I was going. I thought I was going to die after finally finding you.”
Your eyes were now glued to his face watching every movement. What was he say?
“I woke up two weeks later in the hospital. They said one of the villains had some kind of poisonous gas quirk, the doctors said it was a miracle I even survived.”
“You got hurt?” you bring your tail around to your stomach, clutching the appendage. This was not possible, he had chosen to leave you, he did not want you. Right?
He sighed, his hands rubbing over his face, “Yeah, it was bad, they had to put me into a medically induced coma to buy time while they looked for a poison specialist. Even when they did find one it took another week for them to create an antidote.”
Shoto fell back, resting his arms onto his knees, “I woke up three days after they administered the dose.”
“I saw nothing in the news,” your body begins to tremble.
“My father made sure to keep it private, he did not want anyone to know what had happened, the public is already worried about the increase in villain attacks, if they had known one of the top five heroes was out it could have caused a panic.”
Your fingers start to numb you were holding onto your tail so tight but you could not allow yourself to hope just yet.
“I asked for you when I woke up,” his face crumbled, “But Kamiji told me she had taken you to a shelter.”
You watched in amazement as tears started to stream down his cheeks.
“When I checked my phone I saw all of the missed calls, I tried calling the number back but it said it had been disconnected. I went to the shelter she had taken you to but they said they had no record of your ever being there. I tried using some of the fingerprints in my house to locate you but you were nowhere in the database.”
He lets out a sob, “No matter where I looked I could not find you. It was as if you never existed. There were a few nights when I wondered if I had made up that night in my head. But then I would remember your smell, the way your eyes lit up when you were happy, how you would bury your nose into my neck.”
He sucked in a breath, his voice tight, “So I kept looking, even using my friends to try and gather information to try and find you.”
“You were looking for me?” you whisper in disbelief, this had to be too good to be true. Some kind of fantasy your mind is making up to bring your sad life some semblance of happiness.
“Every day I searched for you, I could not eat, I could not sleep, baby I fell apart without you.”
You could not believe what you were hearing, he sounded just like a hybrid who has lost their mate. “You were not ignoring me?”
“Never, god It felt like I could not breathe without you. I would have never stopped looking for you, I need you.”
A broken whimper leaves your throat, “I thought you left me.”
You pounce forward, pulling him into your arms and burying your nose into his throat letting your tears fall onto his skin. “I thought you did not want me anymore.”
His arms encase your body, holding you close, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you so much. I will never leave you again, I swear. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe again, I promise.”
Another sob rises in your throat, your mind still trying to wrap around everything he was saying.
“How, how could this have all gone so wrong?” you cry, pushing yourself against his bare skin seeking out as much of his touch as possible. “All this time I hated you, I never wanted to see you again.”
His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in even closer his scent helping your frantic breathing slow.
“This is all my fault,” you whimper, “I should have waited at the shelter longer, I should have believed in you.”
“Shh, no darling, you did nothing wrong,” Shoto cool fingers drag up and down the length of your spine, “There was no way you could have known what happened, this is all my fault, I should have told someone before I left about you. One phone call to my father and I could have prevented all of this.” the hands-on your back still, “I was too distracted remembering the night before to even think about the deal I made with my father, my oversight is what caused this.”
“No, you had no idea this would have happened,” you insist.
“Darling, I am a hero, I know the risks of the job I should have thought ahead, I should have been better.”
“Please don’t blame yourself,” you meet his gaze, “This your fault Shoto, we both made mistakes but neither of us could have imagined this would happen.”
“If I can’t blame myself then you can’t blame yourself either,” he mumbles, his nose settling into your neck.
You give a small laugh, “Well when you put it that way. I guess we have to be mad at the universe.”
Shoto nods, “Yes, the universe can fuck off, I have been handed enough struggles, I am ready for my happy ending.”
Your bottom lip trembles, “What does this happy ending look like?”
He gently cups his hands under your chin lifting your gaze to meet his, “I cannot picture a happier ending than being by your side every day. Waking up and having you be the first thing I see in the morning,” His soft lips press a tender kiss onto the tip of your nose, “and the last thing I see before I go to bed.”
His lips gently kiss your forehead, “If I have you by my side there is no way I will not have my happy ending.”
You pinch his arm, “that sounds so cheesy Shoto.”
“Cheesy? Why would my happy ending have cheese?”
“No” you giggle, “Cheesy means something sounds cliche.”
Shoto nods, “Oh, is this another one of those sayings people use?”
“Yes, it’s just a saying,” your hands wrap around his wrists, “What I am trying to say is that you have to want more than just me by your side to make you happy.”
Shoto smiles, “Well I would love to have a few children but if I have you it will be enough to keep me happy forever.”
“Forever is a long time.”
Shoto smiles, his thumb brushing against the mark he left on your neck, “Not long enough.”
WORDCOUNT: 5k CONTENT:NSFW,female anatomy but gender-neutral pronouns, friends to lovers, wet dream, aged-up, sub reader, strong language, soft dom shou, cream pie, ass smacking (?), easily flustered reader, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex.
A wet dream about your roommate? Sounds like a disaster ready to unfold itself. There’s no way you can look your roommate straight in the eyes after having him rearrange your damn guts. Well, in your imagination, at least. Or was it in reality?
His hips slammed down against yours, eliciting a whine to leave your parted lips. You panted for air, dragging your nails across your roommate’s exposed back, sure to leave marks the next day.
“Can’t handle it?” He breathed into your ear, his hushed tone causing shivers to roll down the back of your neck.
Was he joking? How could someone handle this? The way his dick stroked your velvety walls in and out, brushing against all the right spots that had you gushing onto him. And at a pace that he was currently going? Pumping in and out steadily, his stamina not wavering. You sure as hell could not handle it, your head dizzy with pleasure and eyes glossed in tears.
Rosy lips landed on your cheek, delicately wiping the tears that had poured out of your eyes. Euphoric could not even cover the way you felt right now.
“S-shit. You feel so good, baby.” His voice came out slurred, a light whimper drenching his tone; it had your stomach tingling.
Just as you were about to come undone on him, an ear aching beep rang through your ears. Squeezing your eyes shut, you suddenly felt a bright light knock against your eyelids.
Body slightly sore and your throat somewhat dry, you were greeted by the morning sun. For a second, you felt lost. You darted your head side to side in a panic, confusion settling in. What was that? You felt a frustrating tingling sensation between your legs, slightly damp from the aftermath that was your… dream?
There was no way you just dreamt that. But there was no way that could have been real either. Groaning, you rubbed your eyes.
“Why him of all people? This is so fucking awkward!” You whisper yelled, slapping your head a couple of times. Almost as if you were trying to beat the memory out of your brain.
You felt yourself getting hot, ashamed of how you could have pictured your innocent roommate doing something like that to you. Considering he did not even show much attraction to you, to begin with. Though, you could not deny the curiosity that bubbled at the back of your head. What would he be like in bed? He was very monotone, but he has shown his more caring and laid-back side. He might even be better than your dream. But then again, he could just as equally be awful in the bedroom. Overall, it was a 50/50 guess. Damn, you really were a pervert, already entertaining lewd thoughts of him.
“Y/N, STOP THINKING THAT.” You cursed yourself and your dense brain.
A simple dream had planted a seed deep within your mind, an attraction to your roommate blooming. In fact, you probably had liked him all along; this fantasy of yours was just an eye-opener.
Once more, you were drawn back into reality and out of your thoughts. The stinging sensation within your throat becoming overwhelming. Curse you and your habit of sleeping with your mouth open. Every morning your mouth is dry, sort of like you had been chewing on a cotton ball or something. Your mouth craved for even a droplet of water, but the taunting fear that Todoroki might be in the kitchen had you beyond nervous. If you bumped into him, you would be an awkward, stuttering mess.
Poor Todoroki honestly has no possible way of knowing your dream; he is not a mind reader. There was no reason for you to be so dramatic. You remind yourself of this fact, toughening up and marching out of your room while you still had the willpower.
Just as quickly as you had left your room, you wanted to crawl back in, the worst-case scenario presenting itself in front of you. There, your roommate stood by the coffee machine, his plaid pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hip and hair messily draping his eyes. The sight had your heart hammering in your chest, memories of your dream flooding back in. God, why did he have to be in the kitchen?
“Oh, y/n. Good morning.” He greeted you with a weak smile, his voice raspy, perhaps still half-asleep.
“M-morning.” As expected, your voice came out low, tongue tripping up on itself. You were not normally like this. Usually, you would be the first to spark up a conversation with him.
With your head down, you walked over to the kitchen aisle and took a seat. Todoroki stood just opposite you, facing the coffee he was currently brewing. Despite the seeming lack of attention he had on you as you entered, your unnatural tone did not go unnoticed by him.
“You sound tired. Sorry, it must be because I came home late last night. Was I too noisy?” He glanced at you for a second, tilting his head over his shoulder. The short-lived eye contact made you tense up, your eyes shyly fluttering away from him.
“Um, it’s fine. I didn’t hear you or anything.” You intertwined your fingers, fidgeting with your nails. It seems like you had forgotten the aim of coming to the kitchen in the first place. Mind fogged after having seen your shirtless roommate that you embarrassingly had a wet dream about. No matter how hard you tried, you could not suppress the image of him on top of you.
Heat submerged your already flustered body as you replayed the images in your head. This was not good. How could you be thinking about him like that when he was right in front of you? The embarrassment was immense, which only made you choke up on the nervous gulp you were making. It served as a reminder for how dry your mouth still was, your cough scratching at the back of your throat.
Just as you were about to get up to finally pour yourself a glass of water, Todoroki was already reaching out to you with a glass. His slender fingers wrapped around the cup as he leaned over to you.
“Here you go, y/n. Are you sure you got enough sleep?” Your name sounded so pretty coming from his mouth and it had you feeling more bothered than before. Today was truly a curse.
You accepted his glass of water, fingertips slightly brushing past each other’s in the process. It had you holding your breath as you flustered. Luckily, Todoroki did not seem to notice as he swiftly diverted his attention back to his coffee.
“You’re more quiet than usual today. I’m sure I must have woken you up a bit last night.” His interrogation continued and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground.
“I’m sure… Don’t worry about it.” If only he knew why you were actually so quiet today. He definitely had been keeping you up at night, just not the way he was thinking.
“Sorry, I definitely woke you up. When I was passing your room last night, I could hear you grunting. Its okay, you can tell me when I am being too loud. Transparency between roommates is important.”
The sip of water you were just taking was soon blown out of your mouth, startled by his statement. There was no way this was currently happening. You chocked on the water, trying to recover from the announcement he just made. If he could not tell you were embarrassed before, he definitely could tell now.
“A-ah, that wasn’t because you were, u-um, loud or anything!” You shot your hands up in defence, squirming as you rushed to clean the water that was now soaking the table. Could he not be any more ignorant? You should at least be somewhat grateful that he is this dense. If it had been anyone else passing your bedroom, they would instantly realise what that “grunting” was.
“Y/n, are you okay? Let me help you.” He stood behind you, chest lightly pressing against your back as he reached to the puddle of water with a hand towel.
It was a surprising move, pausing you in your tracks as your heart began racing. Everything that could have gone wrong today was playing itself out.
“N-no, its fine! It’s my mess, I can clean it.”
“If it were not for my confrontation, you would not have spilt it. Its equally my mess as it is yours. My apologies.” With his head peering over your shoulder, watching the water, you could feel his breath gently fan your neck; goosebumps pricked along your skin. Is he doing this on purpose or is he genuinely just this thick in the head?
Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself for the remainder of the cleaning process. Luckily, he ended up moving away from you. But you could not deny the fact that you missed his presence behind you.
“Sorry about that once more.” Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck; a faint rose colour tainting his cheeks in what could only be embarrassment. He really just caused you to spill your drink. That is definitely the rudest thing he has ever done. Well, that is the way he saw it.
“Its honestly fine.”
“So, if I didn’t cause the grunting, what was it?” For fucks sake. He really was not letting go of this topic and it made your skin crawl in humiliation. Little did he know he was the cause of the grunting, just not directly.
“O-oh… It was just a silly dream.” You blurted out, avoiding his eyes.
“A dream?” He stared at you for a moment confused, his eyes wandering down your body and then back up to your eyes again. Did you mean a nightmare or maybe- oh! It suddenly clicked in his mind what you were on about and he could not have looked redder in his life. His hand darting to his mouth, coughing awkwardly.
“I’m so sorry… I should not have pressed the matter!” He shuffled his way back to his coffee, embarrassed that he so bluntly questioned your “grunting”. Despite the humiliation that boiled his body, he could not help the dissatisfaction that came with not knowing who exactly was in this dream with you. Truthfully, he had been crushing on you for a while now and picturing another person making you feel good had him frowning with envy. Now that he was really thinking about it, how could he have misinterpreted your moans? Though they were subtle, sounding more like whimpers, they definitely did not sound like grunts of frustration. Replaying the audio in his mind, your muffled voice behind your bedroom door at night, he felt himself getting hard. A mixture of lust and jealousy tearing through him. And before he could stop himself, his intrigue spilt from his mouth.
“So, who were you dreaming about?” He playfully smirked at you, having regained his composure as he drank his coffee. Your eyes widened in horror. It was a question you had not expected, feeling ashamed. You cannot just tell him its him. Having noticed your response, he was quick to play of his question. He let out a soft giggle before speaking up.
“I’m joking, I’m joking!” His laughter had you grinning slightly, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Somehow, the usual nature of your relationship was returning despite the conversation taking an unsuspecting turn. The tension that had you paralysed earlier lifting from you. “But if I can guess who it is… Will you tell me?”
You started getting nervous again, a light adrenaline rush springing through you as you eyed him. There was little to no chance he would guess himself. Right?
“Fine, Ill tell you. You’d never guess right anyways.” You teased him back, displaying a smirk of your own. You watched as he put his hand on his chin, pretending to think really hard about his guess.
Deep in thought, he considered guessing himself. Even if it were not him, it would be a bit of harmless flirting. He is almost certain one of his friends has told him to flirt with you more, telling him he is too “friendzone-y” and that is why you do not like him back yet.
You watched the way his heterochromatic eyes pointed back at you, his gaze slightly intense and unreadable. Slowly, he took a few steps towards you.
“Is it me?” His hand left his chin, falling down to his chest making a point towards himself.
Instantly, your face fell, eyes wide and mouth parted. You could feel the panic shock through you as you stood speechless. Todoroki was definitely not expecting this reaction from you, he was ready to laugh his own statement off actually. Yet, when he saw your response, it instantly confirmed it.
“Wait, it IS me? I was simply joking around.” He was attentive to your bodily language, following the way your eyes shifted off to the side. Knowing now that those pretty little whimpers were caused by your filthy fantasies surrounding him had his pride skyrocketing.
“U-um. Yeah…” You muttered under your breath, exhaling a deep sigh. You sucked, you could not keep this to yourself for at least an hour.. Props to you for being the worst at keeping secrets.
The confirmation that slipped out your mouth set a flame at the pit of Todoroki’s stomach, his heartbeat slightly increasing in pace, the boner in his pants strained in the confinement of his bottoms.
“Should I take that as a compliment?” He grinned at you, but your response was simply an eye roll. “So, what happened in this dream of yours? I was in it; I feel like I have the right to know.” The proximity between you was once more reduced, with Todoroki’s frame coming closer to you. Leaning against the counter, he placed his cup to his side and eyed you. He did not hesitate to let his gaze wonder, which made your stomach flutter. The fact this was really happening right now felt unreal.
“I’m not saying.” You smiled at him, laughing off his request.
“Does that mean you want to show me instead?” He challenged you, the ends of his lips curling up into a smirk. And just like that, the adrenaline kicked right back in. Your heart hammered and you felt warmth travel down to your core. “I’ve honestly liked you for a while now, so I would not mind a re-enactment.”
As he spoke, he leaned into you, the hungry look in his eyes more than evident. The way he held eye contact with you made you shudder. More than that, however, your heart raced. A confession so blunt would fluster anyone.
“Stop joking around right now.” You nervously chuckled, looking off to your side.
Yet, when your eyes came back to meet his, his lips had already landed on yours. They felt silky, melting gently against you. A hand at the side of your jaw accompanied his embrace, pulling you towards himself. Initial shock subsided as you returned his invitation, letting your own eyes fall shut. As he felt your hands travel up his torso, he took it as the “ok” to go. Carefully, he moved his lips against yours, capturing each lip in between his5h. You savoured the feeling of them against you. His lips were slightly damp with a sweetness to them, his taste unravelling into you as his tongue slipped in.
And the way his free hand gradually snaked around the back of your thigh had you squirming. His cold fingers gently raking up before they planted themselves on your ass, giving you a generous squeeze. It could not be helped that whimpers would escape your mouth, his greedy tongue swallowing every gasp that came. It felt surreal. Especially with how his light touches already had your senses overwhelmed. His hands made your legs quiver, stomach flip and skin burn. So, when his tongue explored every inch of you, curving to lick the roof of your mouth, you could not help yourself. Hands wrapping around this neck, pulling him closer. You had not noticed before, but with your chest flush against him, you could feel his heart racing. Excitement flooded his system, loving the way your hands tugged and grabbed at him. Your soft moans sounding so much like the ones from last night.
“Sounds like you’re ready to demonstrate for me now?” He pulled away, his chest rising and falling as he tried catching his breath. A playful glint could be seen in his eyes as he looked at you. “Come on. Show me what we did in your dream.”
His hands wondered to your waist, his hands gliding up and down your sides. It delivered waves of nervousness as you scrambled for words.
“You already know… I don’t want to have to say it.” You spoke innocently, your voice quiet. You hoped your answer was enough to quench Todoroki’s curiosity, but he spoke up again.
“You know, if you don’t tell me, we can’t make that dream of yours become a reality.” He whispered into your ear, his breath smoothly trickling down your neck. It tickled yet felt pleasurable all the while.
While you stood there embarrassed, building up the courage to say what it is that you wanted, you could feel his hands pull your hips against yours. His own arousal showing itself as his bulge pressed up against you. It had you getting wet already. The friction from him rubbing encouraging the whimpers that were being held back to flee you. And as your gentle moans drowned his hearing, his lips came to meet your neck. Rolling his wet tongue out, suckling on your soft skin. With careful bites, he explored the sensitive spots of your flesh; he listened to how your voice quivered as he lightly tread parts of your neck with his tongue.
You began growing frustrated, wanting him more and more. His teases were not satisfying the sticky mess that was building up between your thighs.
“Y-you, you fucked me… in my dream.” Your body scorched in shame as you finally answered to his request. With that, his devour came to a pause. An unreadable expression meeting you as his gaze returned to your face.
“Y/n, I never knew you were such a dirty little thing.” He tilted his head to the side, a hand coming to palm your cheek. “Well, it would be impolite of me to not make your dream come true, right?” His fingers laced themselves with your hair, stroking the strands as he gave you a devilish smile.
You knew he was teasing you, cooing at you and your sexual fantasies as if he did not want you just as bad you wanted him. But giving into his own temptations, displaying desperation, was something he did not want to do. Watching you tremble at his words was enough for him, for now. After waiting so long to finally receive a sign of reciprocation of his feelings, he sure as hell was going to milk this situation. Flustering you with simple words was something Todoroki did not expect to be so turned on by.
“Y-yes.” You gave him a nob with a shaky voice. He could not wait to have you pinned down below him. Best believe he was going all out with you this morning.
Carefully, you watched the way he licked his lips, sighing out his nose. Those eyes of his already consuming every inch of your body as he stared down at your frame.
“Which room, darling?” A simple question led you into his room. Your eyes examined the space, plain and dark. It was exactly what you expected, yet you still felt nervous.
Soon you were tugged from your thoughts, Todoroki’s arms circling around your waist drawing you close to him. His fragrance engulfed you, a mixture of fresh linen and cologne. He kissed down your neck and to your shoulders, his plump lips leaving goosebumps behind.
The teasing was too much, all this contact and toying he was doing with you made your head spin. “Please just fuck me already.” You breathed out heavily, your hands gripping the sides of his thighs as you arched into him.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Ask and you shall receive, y/n.” He hummed into your ear, pulling at your earlobe before he spun you back around.
As eagerly as he spun you around, his lips reconnected with yours. Pushing into you ever so slightly as he sucked you in. His kisses were hungrier than before, mouth moving faster, teeth skin in deeper with a every capture of your lips. He backed you up into his bed, letting the two of you sink into his comforter.
The soft cotton submerged you, Todoroki’s weight gently pressed against you. He did not hesitate to let his hands run down your stomach, then to your abdomen before they crawled into your underwear. Shivers crept across your skin, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. His fingers were cold as they stoked up your lips, your juices soaking him.
“F-fuck, your so wet for me.” He smirked at you as he pulled away from the kiss.
You could not take such embarrassing things being said from him, covering your face with your arm. “Hey! Don’t cover your pretty face like that.” His free hand gripped your wrist, pinning it above your head.
With your face exposed to him, he resumed his movement. He loved watching the way you parted your lips and squeezed your eyes shut as he ran his fingers across you. Your whiny whimpers made his heart race and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you already.
Smoothly, he slipped in two of his slender fingers in and instantly a moan exploded out of your mouth. You wrapped so snuggly around him, your plush walls contracting around him as he began pumping. The pace was initially slow, fingers curling to hit your g-spot. Heat spread across your chest and your back trickled with shivers as you relished in the way he worked your body. Moans and whimpers cascading from your lips.
He loved you like this, never before seeing such a lewd side of you. And so, he picked up his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. Your body squirmed and your once quiet moans grew louder.
“Shhh, you don’t want the neighbours hearing you.” He warned you with a smile. Something about the way he kept up his innocent act had you more aroused. He spoke so smoothly, as though he did not even realise what he was doing to you right now. Your moans accompanied by the slushing of your juices rang through the room and Todoroki looked so nonchalant about it.
Legs bucking and back arching, you felt your stomach cave in as the pressure began building up in your abdomen. “I-I, please, don’t stop.” You whined out, your fingers gripping at the air. Just like you asked, he did not stop, he did not even say anything as he focused on you.
A wave of pleasure washed over your body, the pressure lifting as you came around your roommates’ fingers. Overwhelmed with his touch, you gasped and shook; he let you ride out your high. Your hips riding against him just the way you liked. And as your moans quietened out, he pulled his fingers out, your pussy trembling at the isolation.
“I think you’re ready for more.” He smirked down at your recovering body as you heaved for air.
His fingers rubbed your trembling thighs, hooking his fingers with your underwear to slip it down slowly. Your slick stringed down with the fabric. “Oh, what’s this.” He grinned at you as he pushed your thighs apart, eyeing the wetness that dripped down your fluttering hole. “Your so wet, just for me. I can’t imagine how sexually frustrating that dream must have been for you.” He mocked you, tilting down to speak into your ear.
All you could do was whinge in response, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With Todoroki so close to you, you were unable to see what he was doing. But the shuffling of his hips with the sound of rubbing fabric, you could figure it out. As he pulled away, planting one final sloppy kiss on your swollen lips, he revealed himself to you.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping himself lightly. He was bigger than you anticipated, your pussy tingling as you craved to feel him deep inside you.
“Don’t give me that look.” He faintly laughed, enjoying the way your eyes gawked at him. “Someone can’t stop themselves from staring. Come on, don’t be shy. I know you want to touch it.”
Swiftly, you sat up with your face at eyelevel with his throbbing dick. The tip just millimetres away from you. Your delicate fingers replaced his, your own hand stocking him up and down leisurely. You followed the vein that turned around his cock with your fingertips which caused Todoroki to groan. His cock twitched at your touch, a hot sensation caving in his stomach.
You started at the base, flattening your tongue out against him. And as you reached his tip, you swirled it around your tongue and gave it a wet kiss. Repeating this action once more, you heard a groan slip from his tongue, observing your every move attentively. You wanted to hear his voice more, you wanted him to cry out for you just the way you did for him. Thus, you took him into your mouth, lips snuggly wrapped around him while your tongue poked past your bottom lip. You were quick with your movements, slurping all around him as you bobbed your head. With every hollow of your cheeks, Todoroki groaned more and more, his hand coming to nestle in your hair.
“S-shit, just like that y/n, just like that.”
Your balmy tongue tickled his base and your inner cheek rubbed him just the right way. He could not restrain himself from driving your head more and more into him. As you sucked him, he began guiding you, your speed increasing and his cock creeping further down your throat. Over and over again, the head of his dick banged against the back of your throat, and you were unable to stop yourself from gagging.
“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this.” He chuckled at you, his other hand coming down to stoke the side of your face.
Your eyes stayed watching him as you sucked him off, tears bubbling at the edges of your eyes as your gags became more and more intense. But he loved the way your throat clammed around him, and the way saliva poured down your chin, soaking him from his base to his tip. In fact, he loved it so much he could not help the whines that left him as well, your name falling out his mouth like a prayer. And he was so close, so close to releasing right there and then. But he stopped himself, jutting his hips back, freeing his dick from your mouth.
You gulped for air, seeing how his now swollen dick twitched. “Fuck, your way better at this then I thought.” He praised you, reconnecting your two lips. Your lips were drenched, and he could taste how hard you worked on his cock. You pushed him back slightly, opening your mouth to speak. “Todoroki, please just fuck me already.”
There was no holding back now. His hard cock ached to be swallowed by your velvety walls. Without a second thought, he had you pinned down, arms above your head as he stood at your entrance. How could he take his time now? He had no willpower left to tease you, craving every inch of you.
The way his hips suddenly slammed against yours, unprepared for the stretch that came with his dick, caused a loud moan to rip through your throat. He filled you up so well, feeling his tip deep within your stomach. He did not even hold back on the pace, fast and hard.
You whined against him, toes curling at how good he felt inside you. An electric sensation flooded your senses. His movements were quick, his dick gripped by your tight walls as he drove himself in and out. Hips bucking at yours, he rested your leg atop his shoulder. The curve of his dick hitting greater in you with each thrust he made.
His grunts and moans surrounded you, his mouth greedily exploring every inch of your skin. From licking your neck, to running his hand up your shirt, kneading your boobs. You curved and arched at the touches he made, his name coming out of your mouth with ever moan. His dick pulsing inside you and his hands all over your body made it hard to contain your pleasure. Your sloppy wetness gushing out around him, trickling down onto the covers.
And when he flipped you over, pushing your head down into the covers, hands behind your back as he began pounding you, your voice only grew louder. His dick pressed into your cervix with every pump had your eyes rolling, room echoing with gasps and whines. “Fu-uck, please, don’t stop.”
You whined, thrusting yourself back onto him. His eyes were glued to the way your ass jiggled, rippling every time it came to smack back against his abdomen. He could not resist his wondering hand that came down to smack it. Cries flew out your mouth, the sting burning through your flesh in the best way imaginable.
“Again, please.” You managed to mutter out through your gasps.
And just like you asked, his hand came smacking back down. He rubbed the area ever so slightly, his fingers massaging your smooth skin. The way you squeezed so tight around him after his hand contacted your sensitive skin made his breath unsteady.
His thrusts only quickened in pace, grinding down into you as his voice got more and more shaky. Edging on his own orgasm as he felt your walls quiver. Again, and again, he tugged you back against himself, somehow reaching deeper within you. Your walls leaking all around him as you melted into the sheets.
You felt as though you were coming undone, legs bucking and vision getting hazy. Flooded by how good you currently felt. That same overwhelming weight building in your abdomen.
“I’m c-close.” Your words just barely came out your mouth as moans got lodged in your throat.
Todoroki’s grunts and wavering stamina suggested he was close as well. Your stomach bubbled with warmth, legs buzzing and your eyes rolling. One more thrust from your roommate, and it all came undone. You completely melted at his mercy, calling out his name as he continued to thrust into you. You could hardly handle it until you felt him fill you up.
With his own high calming down, he released ropes into you, his white cum dressing your walls. His tempo slowed, and his voice became more hushed. And then it had all come to a pause as he pulled out and you fell flat on the sheets. His warm semen drizzled out of you, your hole still twitching at air as you caught your breath.
“Was it like your dream?” Todoroki spoke out, flopping down beside you as he panted for oxygen.
“No… it was even better.”
You gave him a delicate smile, still euphoric after what just happened.
“Well, could I call you mine then?” He leaned in for a kiss, pecking your lips. You barely had any energy left, giving him a nod with all the strength you could. “Y-yes.”
With that your morning ended, and your dream had turned to reality. You fluttered your eyelids shut to get some rest you definitely deserved while Todoroki, your now boyfriend, ran around the apartment trying to clean up the mess you two just made.
a/n: i chose the characters i could see being streamers/gamers the most but lmk if you guys want a part 2 with more people :)
shoto todoroki
- you two met through twitch and immediately clicked
- you would stay up for countless hours playing anything and everything together
- your guy’s numbers started growing when you complimented shoto on stream once and he malfunctioned
- he got so flustered that he had to turn his camera off and regain composure
- ever since, your viewers have speculated something more than a friendship is going on between you two
- you guys like to feed into it and keep people guessing
shoto is down to a one v four in CSGO. somehow your whole team had slipped up and got wiped by your opposer, leaving shoto to fend for himself. you know he’s a phenomenal player, probably the best player you know in all honesty. but for some reason, your faith in him clutching this match is substantially low. your chat is in agreement, being poor sports and commenting as though shoto had already lost.
you watch as he uses his main, an AK47, to plant a perfect headshot into an unexpecting enemy.
“ok ok, nice shot shoto. 3 more like that.” you cheer him on. he’s quiet, too focused to respond but your morale boost is very appreciated on his end. you have his stream open on the side of your monitor and you watch as his eyebrows furrow so tightly together it almost makes you laugh. but you refrain, not wanting to distract him from his detrimental task. after a few seconds of walking around the map shoto is met by another member from the opposing team. his reflexes are eerily quick as he slides his mouse, aligning his crosshairs perfectly on the opponents head and taking the shot in a matter of seconds. instant headshot kill.
“holy. ok two more.” you state, quite frankly at a loss for words.
you hear a few distant shots and shoto notices them too. those cat-like reflexes take over once more, he turns to see the remaining two opponents approaching him, firing their weapons mercilessly. shoto crouches and fires his gun. he hits one opponents chest and the other’s arm, though it’s not enough to take them out. his health is dangerously low, but he fires again and lands two perfect headshots. the rest of your team goes absolutely insane and shoto has the most smug smirk on his face as he tries to humbly mask the fact that he just annihilated a one v four with mostly headshots.
“that was so sexy, oh my fucking god.” you exclaim, unaware of the volume in which you said it.
“wait, what?” he chokes, though there’s no possible way he didn’t hear what you said.
“that was sexy, you’re too good.” you repeat, adding a bit more emphasis on the ‘sexy’ this time.
you look at his stream on your screen, his face is flushed of all color save for the rich red blush creeping over his cheeks.
“yeah thanks um, you uhh, you did really sexy-really good too y/n.”
“shoto, i died in the first five seconds.” you laugh.
he turns his face cam off and you feel slightly guilty for flustering him into embarrassment, but it was fully unintentional. his reaction was cute though, an image stored away in your brain forever. you glance at your chat which is full of people laughing and saying you broke shoto. you giggle while reading each comment but your laughter is cut short by shoto’s reappearance.
“sorry about that, needed some water.” shoto explains while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “chat relax, stop spamming ‘sexy shoto’” he continues.
you laugh again before muttering, “i mean, they’re not wrong.” to what you thought was yourself, but apparently you need to work on your whispering because both your chat and shoto hear you.
“maybe i need to start clutching one v fours more often then.” he tries to play it off coolly but that telltale blush is still plastered on his face.
“if you clutch another one then i might just have to kiss you, i don’t even know.” you joke, though you’re not sure if you’re even fully joking at this point.
“bet.” he responds as you guys queue up for another match, where shoto does in fact clutch another one v four.
denki kaminari
- you’re his streamer crush
- you know of him because you’ve played with him in a few lobbies put together by mutual friends
- but everything you know about him is surface level
- one thing you do know about him though, is he’s very competitive
- and so are you
- so what happens when you two are put in the same crab game lobby?
- one word…
- chaos
you tend to be decently calm and collected, but for some reason video games bring out the absolute devil in you. today one of your friends invited you to play crab game in a huge group they had put together. you figured it’d be super fun to play with your friends and meet people in the lobby that you haven’t yet, so you agreed to be apart of it.
upon entering the game, chaos is already ensuing. there are about fifty players already in game, chatting and jumping all over the place, hitting each other and laughing. you can tell tonight is going to be fun.
you’re about to go see if you can find anyone you know when someone with a name you’re somewhat familiar with but don’t know too well begins to approach you.
“i hear you’ve never lost a game of crab game” the guy states.
interesting way to start a conversation you think to yourself.
“you’ve heard correctly then.” you respond smugly. it’s true, granted you’ve only played three times, but still.
“well i’m here to change that.” he responds. you can’t see his face but you can tell he has an all too confident smirk spread across it.
“well, denki? am i saying that right?” you ask and he simply hums in response.
“that’s big talk for someone i didn’t even know existed until five seconds ago.” you continue.
“oh trust, you’ll know who i am by the end of the game.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.
you could scoff at his audacity, but something about the banter intrigued you and you most definitely were not about to let him win.
after everyone has readied up, the game starts with the classic red light green light. you’re stood to the right of the map and you notice denki walking towards you and stopping once he’s standing behind you. you know what he’s about to try and do, he wants to hit you during a red light so you get eliminated. clever but predictable, you don’t plan on letting him win that easily.
the huge doll at the end of the path begins singing, signaling that it’s time for the players to move. you do exactly that, making sure to dodge and weave to make it difficult for denki to hit you.
“why are you moving so much, you scared?” denki asks while everyone is stopped and waiting for the doll to move again.
“not scared of you if that’s what you’re implying.”
“are you sure about that?” denki questions before clicking his mouse, causing his character to hit yours.
in perfect timing, the doll turns around and begins singing again.
“i’ll remember that.” you say, already plotting how you’d get your revenge for his attempted murder.
you both barely complete this round after countless attempts to get the other eliminated. this continues for the entire game with you guys targeting one another other in each challenge, ignoring anyone around you. obstacle after obstacle, you guys barely make it through. no one else is seen as a threat and it almost seems as though all the other players are leaving you to hash out whatever rivalry had brewed in the lobby.
eventually you two are the last ones standing in bomb tag. the premise of the game is to be the last one standing without the bomb. you’re the one who starts with it and denki is already sprinting across the map. he jumps and climbs ladders with ease, gaining distance on you. though you’re able to cut him off and tag him, transferring the bomb to him. you run away as quickly as possible but you evidently weren’t fast enough because he tags you back immediately. you’re now in possession of the bomb again with fifteen seconds on the clock. ten seconds. five seconds. you lose hope in winning until denki trips up and accidentally slips down a ladder, you tag him and the bomb explodes his character.
“hell yeah, eat my ass bitch boy. what was that you said about changing my win rate? i can’t hear you talking shit now. aw, are you embarrassed? cute.” you say with mock sympathy. you’re admittedly a bit too excited for winning something as dumb as crab game, but it’s the satisfaction of beating denki that’s so gratifying. you wait for a response for a couple seconds, hearing a faint
“chat, i think she’s my soulmate.” before respawning back in the lobby.
katsuki bakugo
- you’re his significant other that makes occasional appearances on his stream
- like denki, he’s very competitive
- so his viewers think it’s hilarious how soft he gets when you’re there
- he’ll be in the midst of cussing someone out with every cuss word known to man in two different languages
- then you’ll walk in and ask what he wants for dinner and he’s just like
- “whatever you want baby, i know you had a long day so get what’ll make you happy. let me bow down to you and kiss your feet while you’re at it.”
- that’s not exactly what he says, but his chat swears that’s what he sounds like
“holy shit you absolute fucking moron, are you actually fucking kidding me deku? how are you so fucking shit at this game?” bakugo practically growls at his friend on the other end of the discord call.
“i literally asked for backup ten times but your dumb ass wanted to try and take out a whole team on your own.” izuku explains.
“well maybe if you weren’t complete dog shit you wouldn’t have needed backup in the first place doofus.” bakugo counters.
“says the guy who died to a bot last round.” kirishima laughs, chiming in on the argument.
“fuck off. don’t even get me started on you, you fucking-”
“hey babe, oh sorry. i didn’t know you were still streaming.” you stop yourself, beginning to back out of the room.
“wait no, it’s ok. come say hi.” bakugo says, his tone a complete 180 from the menacing demon he was about to unleash on kirishima. you walk into frame, sitting in the extra chair that katsuki has for whenever you guest star in his streams.
“hi chat. hi eijiro and izuku.” you smile and wave, catching how bakugo looks at you endearingly as you do so. his chat starts booming with ‘hi y/n’s’ and ‘how are you’s.’
“i’m good, how are you guys?” you ask, used to this routine from the first time you appeared on bakugo’s stream. one comment in particular catches your eye.
‘i’m good, bakugo seems to be having a rough day though lol’
you read the comment aloud before laughing to yourself and asking “why’s that?” even though you could more than likely guess why.
‘he’s ass at valorant but keeps blaming his friends for it’ someone else comments.
“i heard” you respond “katsuki, you can’t cuss out your friends for being shit when you’re shit yourself.”
“damn, she got you there.” you hear kirishima mumble.
“kirishima shut the hell up before i shove my fist up your-”
“katsuki.” you cut him short, rolling your eyes at how easily hot headed your boyfriend can get.
“sorry.” he mutters, voice still sharp yet carrying a lot less bite.
you glance over his chat again, looking at everyone talking about how amusing it is that you calm him down so easily.
you and bakugo spot a ‘i can definitely tell who wears the pants in this relationship and it’s not bakugo…’ comment at the same time.
“tsk. i wear the pants. end of story.” bakugo grunts.
“hm, wonder if you’d still enjoy wearing the pants while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” you shrug.
“what? no.” his whole demeanor softens as he turns to face you, his eyes are pleading for any sign of a joke in yours.
“ok fine, we share the pants. a pant leg each.” he sighs.
“better.” you reply with a smile and you stand up to leave.
you wave ‘bye’ to bakugo’s viewers, basking in the glory of them all knowing katsuki has an inescapable soft spot for you, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
a/n: umm shinsou’s…not me simping over my own writing lol. i actually really liked writing these :)
todoroki
- actually lasts annoyingly long
- you expect him to fail in at most two weeks
- but this mf can go almost the whole month without nutting
- literally wins the bet between his friends
- he’s used to being touch deprived
- so it’s not much different than life before he started dating you
- but don’t get him wrong
- you definitely don’t make it easy for him
- especially around the three week mark
- that’s when he really starts to feel agitated and needs to feel your touch
- *insert needy shouto*
it’s been a long three weeks of no sexual interaction between you and your boyfriend. you’re fine for the most part, as you yourself aren’t participating in the dumb little challenge shouto is currently taking part in. you can touch and do whatever you want to yourself, though your boyfriend cannot. him and his friends have a bet that none of them could actually successfully complete no nut november in its entirety, and the guy that lasts the longest gets a hundred dollars from each participant. to your surprise, shouto actually agreed to take on the challenge and is so far looking as though he’ll win. it’s between him and midoriya currently, the rest of the guys had failed long ago. he seems so determined to win so you don’t try to sabotage his efforts too much, though sometimes it’s hard to keep your hands off of him or not want his hands on you. but even then, he refuses to let himself lose the challenge and rejects your advances. until today that is.
the two of you are supposed to be on the couch watching a movie together, but instead shouto is pressed on top of you with his hands gripping your waist and his lips hungrily attached to yours. you could tell shouto was distracted throughout the whole movie, but what you didn’t anticipate was for him to unexpectedly flip you over so that your back sank into the couch cushions under his weight while he attached his lips to yours. but it’s not like you’re complaining, this is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks due to his little contest, so you decide not to jeopardize it in any way. shouto’s breaths are heavy against your mouth and you know he wants you. you know he wants to feel you more than anything right now, but you can still sense a feeling of apprehension in his actions. he pulls away, lips already beginning to bruise from the aggression of the kiss and his eyes glazed with lust.
“you think midoriya has lost yet?” todoroki asks through shallow breaths.
“honestly…who cares?” you shrug, pulling shouto back down towards you by the collar of his shirt in order to reconnect the kiss.
“valid point.” he mumbles against your lips. his hands trail their way up your body until they find themselves tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss.
luckily, despite the two of you not noticing, todoroki’s phone chimed with a text message in the group chat from midoriya claiming that he no longer is apart of the challenge, therefore deeming shouto the winner.
if that text had come a half hour later though, todoroki would surely have lost.
bakugou
- will last four days tops
- nothing more nothing less
- and barely even that
- the only reason he lasts that long is bc he’s a competitive little shit
- and doesn’t want to lose to shouto
- but fails miserably nonetheless
- and you can bet he fucks you senseless when he reaches his breaking point
- he doesn’t last very long bc of how pent up he is
-very sloppy and very verbal
bakugou’s attitude has been worse than usual because of him participating in no nut november and you have a feeling he won’t last much longer. it’s only been four days but you know that with your boyfriend’s atypical libido, he’s probably quite literally about to explode. every word that leaves his mouth carries more bite than they typically do and you are more than aware that if he doesn’t cum soon, his anger will only end up getting the better of him.
“katsuki, if you need to cum just cum because it’s making you too on edge. you’ve been yelling at that pickle jar for the past five minutes.” you sigh as you look over your immensely distraught boyfriend.
“yeah because it won’t fucking open! who the hell makes these things anyway? it’s so fucking stupid! i don’t even want the damn pickle anymore.” bakugou huffs, slamming the pickle jar down on the counter which shockingly doesn’t break at the impact.
“babe, relax.” you say as you walk up to where he’s leaned against the kitchen island. “if you want, i can help you.” you finish, rubbing his arms gingerly. he shuts his eyes for a quick second in response to your touch before responding to you verbally.
“help me with what exactly?” he asks with questioning eyes.
“opening the jar obviously, unless you need help with something else?” you tease as you glance down towards his lower half. he noticeably swallows at your suggestion before roughly grabbing your arm and moving you so that you’re now bent over the counter.
“dammit y/n. it’s been really hard not to lose because of you you know?” he grunts as he lifts up the already too revealing skirt that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
“yeah i know, that’s the whole point.” you reply which earns you a harsh smack on the ass.
“guess i’ll just have to punish you for it then.” bakugou shrugs.
long story short, bakugou loses the challenge and you get punished. hard.
shinsou
- would probably last a week
- the first three days wouldn’t be too difficult for him
- but from then on, it only gets worse
- and you’re a tease so you actually make it a living hell for him
- making out with him a little too roughly
- grazing up against his most sensitive areas
- until he genuinely cannot take it anymore
- will not last long at all when you help him cum
- maybe a solid 3 minutes
- possibly four
- he’s just extra sensitive, leave him alone
you’re currently straddling shinsou’s lap, grinding against his most sensitive area while you let his tongue roam your mouth. the two of you have been making out like this for a good hour, though you didn’t start straddling shinsou until just moments ago. the friction of you rubbing yourself against his clothed yet throbbing member was almost too much for him in itself. then add you kissing him in the way that gives his whole body chills, making him want to fuck into you relentlessly, and you have quite a dangerous combination.
you can tell by the soft, breathy moans escaping his lips that you have him in a real tough position. part of you wants to grant him mercy and give him the opportunity to still win this nnn challenge, but the other part of you is obsessed with how sensitive he is right now and all of the noises he’s making and the way he’s desperately gripping onto your thighs while you move your hips against his, it’s all too alluring to want to stop.
“y/n, you’re gonna make me cum.” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard of your shared bed.
“good. i wish you knew how hot you looked right now. can’t imagine how good you’ll look when you cum.” you moan in an attempt to push him over the edge. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is a whore for, it’s praise. you found that out on accident and ever since it’s been somewhat of a secret weapon, and it’s working like a charm now.
shinsou’s grip on your thighs gets dangerously tight, to the point where you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow, but you don’t care because the way he’s arching himself into you as he moans your name while releasing one of the best orgasms he’s probably ever had in his life is more than enough to make up for it.
“fuck, well i guess i lose then huh?” shinsou laughs lightly as he comes down.
“yeah, but i think it was worth it.” you shrug.
“more than worth it.” he smiles before placing a soft peck on your lips.
mirio
- like shouto, could probably last the whole month
- he just has a lot of restraint
- even when you try to tease or fluster him
- it works, but not enough to actually get him to cum
- only goes for so long because of how annoyed you get
- you had an elaborate plan on how to get him to fail the first week
- which didn’t work whatsoever
- and ever since, you’ve grown more frustrated than mirio has
- and he thinks it’s adorable
- you get the upper hand eventually though
your teasing efforts continuously fall short with mirio and it’s starting to frustrate you. when mirio first asked how you felt about him participating in the nnn challenge you agreed to it because you figured he wouldn’t last long anyway. but when a week passed and it seemed liked mirio wasn’t fazed in the slightest, you began to regret that decision. so you tried and you tried to get him to slip up and lose the challenge, but each try was a failure. he’s stubbornly determined to complete the whole month without a single orgasm and it’s irking your soul, so you decide to pull out your final trick. you remember once you had worn one of mirio’s shirts with nothing but underwear underneath and he was completely and utterly flustered by it, so you plan to do that again. except this time, with absolutely nothing underneath.
after successfully stealing one of mirio’s oversized shirts and slipping it over your naked body, you join him in bed as he patiently waits for you. the moment his eyes catch sight of you, they widen and you begin to think this may be the attempt that finally gets him to lose this stupid challenge.
“you look so good in my shirt.” mirio compliments you with a wide smile as you get into bed beside him.
“you think so? it’s a little big but i like it.” you say, lifting the sides of the shirt a bit to reveal that you’re wearing no underwear.
again, mirio’s eyes widen as they rake over your figure and he looks as though he’s contemplating what to say next.
“naughty girl, you really want me to lose this challenge huh?” he says, inching a bit closer to you with a trying smile plastered on his face.
“i’ve been trying for the past few weeks.” you sigh, hoisting yourself up so that you can straddle mirio’s waist. his breath hitches at the realization that your bare cunt is pressed against his crotch and he figures there’s no point in continuing the challenge anymore. i mean he’s probably made it farther than most other guys right? five days until the end of november? seems good enough to him.
he flips the two of you over so that now you’re on your back with him hovering above you.
“i accept defeat. and this stays on while i fuck you.” he grins, tugging on the fabric of his your shirt.
summary: their favorite place to mark you with hickeys.
a/n: these are the shortest headcanons i’ve written in a hot minute lol. but ayee, my first mha writing :) can y’all guess who i’m a simp for?
also, everyone is aged up (18+)
todoroki
hipbones / lower tummy
- likes it because you’re extra sensitive there
- plus he just loves your hips
- you’ll squirm and unintentionally try to move away from his touch
- but he won’t let you
- is truly obsessed with the soft mewls you make
- will definitely get carried away
- like if you don’t stop him, your lower abdomen will look like a crime occurred
- likes leaving marks where he knows only you and him will see
- even though sometimes he silently wishes people could see just how well he marks you up
you’re laid out in front of shouto on the bed, fully nude and vulnerable. his hands rise and fall along the dips and curves of your body, taking a liking to the soft skin of your hips. he lowers himself so that he’s laying between your plush thighs, his warm hands still resting on your hips. he places unbearably soft kisses along your lower stomach, just above your sacred area and your breath gets caught in your throat. he keeps peppering small kisses along your stomach until he reaches your hips, stopping there for a moment to glance up at you through eager eyes. you know exactly what’s coming next and brace yourself for the overwhelmingly ticklish yet pleasurable feeling bound to come. he attaches his mouth to the inner area of your hip, sucking gently on the skin there. the first time he did this caught you so off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his mouth tickled against you. but now that you’re a lot more used to the previously unusual feeling, the instant his tongue grazes against your body, a jolt of pleasure rushes directly to your core.
“nnh, shouto.” you hiss, placing your hand within his two-toned hair. this only motivates his antics even more, and once he’s satisfied with one mark, he moves onto the next. you watch him amusedly as he uses his mouth to paint dark purple bruises along your skin. he looks so content, so pleased with the noises you’re making and the marks that he’s leaving that you fail to notice just how many hickeys are currently covering your hips and abdomen. your eyes widen a bit at the sight, not quite wanting to stop your boyfriend, but knowing you probably should in order to salvage any clear areas of your skin.
“shouto, baby. maybe you should stop. i look like i just got beat up.” you giggle and he pulls away at your remark. his eyes go wide, just like yours did, while he looks over the damage he dealt, mouth slightly going agape.
“oh shit, sorry. i didn’t know i made that many.” he blushes and you laugh at him a little harder.
“it’s ok, at least it felt good.” you compliment, only deepening the red tint dusted across todoroki’s cheeks.
“yeah, and they actually look pretty in my opinion. really pretty.” he replies, grazing his hand across the marks littering your skin and now he isn’t the only one blushing.
bakugou
chest / boobs
- personally, i believe bakugou is equally as much of an ass guy as he is a boob guy
- and since you won’t let him leave hickeys on your ass, he settles for the next best option
- your tits
- is fascinated by how soft they feel in his mouth
- and the way you moan above him sort of makes him weak
-though he won’t admit that
- could honestly suck on your titties for hours if you let him
- and you probably would bc he’s really good with his mouth
bakugou’s lips are attached to your breast, just above your nipple as you sit straddling his lap wearing nothing but your underwear. you watch as his mouth works sinfully at bruising a bold hickey onto your skin and his fingers mindlessly tease the nipple of your other boob. he looks up at you momentarily, his calm yet lust blown expression causing your heart to flutter. why is it that he looks the most peaceful when he has my tit in his mouth? you think silently to yourself, accidentally letting out a quiet laugh in the process.
“what’s so funny?” his head snaps up and your skin releases from his lips with a wet smack.
“nothing, nothing. keep going.” you say and bakugou raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t further question your laughter. instead he nips at your skin harshly, sending a shock of pain through your chest. but much to his surprise, you let out a breathy moan as opposed to the whiny protest he was expecting to receive from you which makes him look up at you with a smirk.
“oh, so you like that? of course you’d like that.” he grunts before nipping your skin again, then licking gentle circles across the area to soothe the pain. you let out another moan that satisfies bakugou immensely, and he continues the routine of nipping and biting and sucking your skin, alternating between each breast. once he’s finished placing six deep purple love bites over your chest, he sits back to admire his masterpiece.
“that’s so hot.” he groans, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake over each mark he left on your body.
“it is, and now it’s time for me to leave some on you.” you smile innocently, though your next course of action proves to be just the opposite of that.
kirishima
collarbone
- honestly, kirishima likes kissing and leaving marks on you everywhere
- and i mean everywhere
- but he loves leaving hickeys on your collarbone especially
- partly because he loves that a lot of the time, people could see them if you don’t take the time to cover them up properly
-it’s a way to show the world that you’re his
- and partly because he loves how needy you get when he does it
- kirishima is a fool for needy y/n, yes he is
sometimes when kirishima gets bored, he gets needy and when he’s needy, he wants you to be needy too. so he’ll do whatever he can to get you in the mood with him. though it never really takes much work on his end because honestly, kirishima is quite difficult to resist. you’re watching a show on the couch, paying kirishima no mind as he looks at you like a puppy begging for food from the other end of the couch. normally you were the needy one, begging for attention like that. but the roles have been switched this time. the difference between you and kirishima though, is he won’t actually tell you that he’s needy. he’ll just show you. so you’re waiting patiently for him to do just that.
as if he read your mind, he makes his way over to your end of the couch, sits down, and pulls you into his lap with ease.
“y/n, i’m bored.” he sighs looking at you with those same puppy dog eyes again.
“just let me finish this episode, then we can tend to your needs.” you chuckle and kirishima frowns.
“but i wanna tend to them now.” he huffs, wasting no time to attach his lips to the exposed skin of your collarbone from the loose hanging t-shirt you’re wearing. your breath hitches almost immediately and sometimes you curse yourself for being so sensitive, especially when it comes to kirishima. he begins doing what he does best, marking you up the way he loves to so much. you actually still have faint marks from where he left hickeys on you a few days ago. but you’d be a bold face liar if you said you didn’t like it too. you just enjoy giving him a hard time.
“babe, i’m trying to watch my show.” you sigh. though the way you shut your eyes and lean your head back, seeping into his touch, clearly contradicts that.
“yeah, and i’m trying to watch a different type of show.” kirishima says, pulling away from the hickey he was forming. he looks over your body that’s straddled around his lap quickly before focusing his eyes back on your face. he flashes you a sly smile, which slightly irritates you because you know he’s going to get exactly what he wants and he knows it too.
but you do what he wants regardless, you give him a show. and oh one hell of a show it is.
midoriya
neck / below the ear
- more often than not, midoriya’s head is placed in the crook of your neck
- he just finds comfort there
- whenever he hugs you, or the two of you are cuddling, he’ll put his head there
- and you love it
- it’s quite precious really
- unless he’s in the mood
- then it’s a bit less precious and a lot more spicy™
- not that you’re complaining
you and midoriya are having a lazy day. sometimes you just absolutely need one of those. a day to relax and take a step back from the stresses of the outside world. it’s nice. midoriya is cuddled up against you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as per usual. the soft strands of his deep green hair are flowing through your fingertips as you massage his scalp. his breaths are soft, slow. quite frankly you thought he was asleep until you feel him place a kiss right below your ear. you thought it would simply end there, a nice innocent sign of affection. but no, midoriya has other plans.
his kisses evolve into languid sucking. his hands are resting on your sides, thumbs rubbing light circles there as he works his mouth along your skin. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers every now and then, you’re grip on midoriya’s hair tightening in relation to his sucking growing harsher. he switches between leaving hickeys and simply just kissing your neck, which makes you begin to grow hot with desire.
“hm deku, that feels good.” you hum. he doesn’t respond verbally, but smiles against you before deepening one of the hickeys he had already placed. he continues this for a little while, completely lost in your breathy moans and the way you jut your hips against him occasionally. though he comes to the realization that your neck is very visible to other people, so he probably shouldn’t mark it up too much. he stops his actions, pulling away to look at you.
“all done.” he smiles and you giggle at him.
“thanks deku, i’m sure i’m gonna have fun figuring out how to cover them up tomorrow.” you tease.
“hey, don’t pretend you didn’t like it. sure sounded like you did.” he teases back.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: finally, another bnha post– my submissive and overstim fic on my bnha masterlist was lonely so i whipped up another bb HAHAHAHA UNEDITEDDDD
━ bakugou ♡
an angry boy that hides his feelings inside and in social media–.. he has multiple accounts that caters to different moods that he has, there’s the daddydom acct then theres the sweetbabyboi acct– HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SOMEONE FINDING OUT HE HAS THE LATTER ACCOUNT
kacchan loves you because of the fact that you two were different but also similar, with him being angry and intimidating on the surface but a mess of feelings inside and with you being sweet and soft on the surface but a vixen inside
DUALITY-! TODOROKI DOESN’T EVEN COMPARE TO YOU WHEN IT COMES TO DUALITY-! bakugou would fight anyone for you if someone calls bullshit on you. he would 100% NO HESITATION would deck someone–
he def has thousands of pictures of you in his phone and laptop, the ratio of pics of him and other things to you is outstanding,, 1:8 def
HE ALSO SCREAMED ONE TIME WHEN YOU POSTED A VIDEO WITH YOU SHOWING YOUR DUALITY–! everyone in the dorm thought he was angry, in actuality he was hyperventilating because you’re so hot– also this happens so frequently, class A doesn’t even address it
bakugou: [SCREAMING IN HIS ROOM]
class a: lol, yall hear something–
[(y/n)ssweetboi]: hOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SOFT THEN TURN SO SINFULLY PRETTY?? I’M SO ANGRY AND SO ATTACKED RN-!! mOMMY NEEDS TO CALM THE TF DOWN AND SHOULD JUST WRAP THE HOLY THIGHS AROUND MY FACE-!
━todoroki ♡
he’s basically the epitome of head empty just (y/n) 24/7 pls–
people would look at him and think, “huh, i wonder what goes inside that pretty head of his?” then todoroki’s brain just goes: “rAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) RAIL (Y/N) “
if someone has a mind-reading quirk, press f for them because of how sinful his thoughts are–
HE DOESN’T EVEN CARE IF ANYONE KNOWS HE’S THINKING OF LEWD THINGS! HE’S SO BRAVE PLS-! SO BRAVELY STUPID AND THIRSTY
in his room, he has a wall and altar that is dedicated for you. all of your merch, the past concert tickets and bands, polaroid pics he got in your albums, and polaroid pics of when he bought the royalty ticket are all on that wall– yall wondering how he has all that money to afford that? three words. endeavor’s credit card.
this boy goes all out when you have a concert-! HE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT TO WAIT IN YOUR WEBSITE WAITING FOR THE SECOND THE PRE-SELLING OF TICKETS. he refreshes the site every 1 second pls–
shouto: [refreshing the site for the nth time at 3 AM] [clearly sleepy]
site: PRE-SELLING
shouto: [SHOOKEDT] [awake af] i AM SPEED-! CLICK YOU FU-
he’s also so cocky and boast-y on his account pls-! he’s so different in his main and irl
[officially_(y/n)sbabydaddy]: i GOT THE ROYALTY TICKET-! AGAIN! you peasants can’t relate, huh. press f for all of you. i’m going to see my baby mama again <3 a little fact for yall, (y/n) smells really good <3 especially when she’s sweating bet she tastes amazing as she smells <3
━kirishima ♡
baby kiri is still a little shy about mentioning that he likes you and kpop but that doesn’t mean if someone ask him about kpop, he’ll act like he hates it or he doesn’t know.
A CLOSET HARD STAN THOUGH
hard stan kiri goes HARD FR like his quirk and his dicc AND HE CAN’T BE STOPPED IF HE STARTS
he has you being pretty as usual as his lockscreen and got all giddy and happy when his grandmother ask if you were his girlfriend,, bet your ass that kiri said that you are-!
inside his phone though, is a completely different matter-.. this boy has all sort of thirst pics of you! and he gets a little shy when he stares at your pictures for a little too long and makes eye contact with you in the pic LIKE HE WASN’T JUST THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING LEWD-!
he and kaminari binge watches you and your group’s web series and THEY ALWAYS WATCH YOUR COMEBACK TOGETHER AND SCREAM TOGETHER
kaminari thinks kiri is a soft stan and tries to get him to join the dark side aka the hard stan side of twitter– what kaminari doesn’t know is that kiri is on there already and also creates contents here and there
kaminari: bruhh-! look at this edit of (y/n) as a demon-!
kirishima: [looking at the video he edited all night] wow–
[rockhardfor(y/n)]: if you see something in my pants- PLEASE ITS NOT A WEAPON AND JUST MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! i don’t wanna go through that again as i try to explain that a video of a queen throwing it back is the cause of that– </3
━shinsou ♡
HIM AND TODOROKI ARE THE SAME WITH HOW THEIR THOUGHTS GET 0-100 REAL QUICK-! LEWD THOUGHTS ARE LIVING RENT FREE IN THEIR BRAIN PLS–
also that tired look on shinsou’s face is not showing what really goes on his head bUT unlike todoroki, he gets conscious of his thoughts when he gets to the real nasty parts when he’s daydreaming as he remembers there’s people with quirks around him
shinsou: [thinks about you getting your guts rearranged by him] hehe~ <3
also shinsou internally: [realizes that someone might know what he’s thinking about] 002223444212487537924 lah la la la laaa! i’m thinking of rabbits-… yeah rabbits lol fluffy rabbits that hops across the garden- nothing dirty here. just pure innocent thoughts
shinsou also creates and reads fanfiction– as soon as that bell rings, he would zoom zoom out of that classroom and into his room to read smuts
then he gets inspired and he stays up all night to write THE DIRTIEST SMUT ANYONE HAS EVER READ-!! the piece gets A LOT of hearts and comments and he’s PROUD PROUD
now he also has commissions for fanfiction and shinsou is getting money because of how perverted his thoughts are-! he’s also so talented in writing! HE LEGIT GOES INTO DETAILS SO PEOPLE ARE LIKE: “WOAH-!! HOLY WATERRR”
it’s a win-win for shinsou, he can turn his fantasies into stories and GETS money for it? bruh, fap material AND GET CASH <3
[(y/n)as_akittycat]: so is anyone not gonna comment on what (y/n) was doing in the background? KITTY WAS ON H E R KNEESS-!! bruh, kitty is flexible- ya’ll know what this means, right? mORE POSITIONS-! <3
━kaminari ♡
this boy has no filter THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO GET EMBARRASS BY IT-! LIKE AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO SAID, “i want to fuck (y/n) so hard that her ancestors could feel it-”
so are you not gonna do it? bruh, talk about empty promises-
HE MAKES SHINSOU SHOOKEDT WITH THINGS HE SAYS AND THAT TIRED BOY MAKES SMUTS-! shinsou def uses kaminari’s lines in his fanfics pls whatta power duo
kaminari: i wanna shove my dick down in (y/n)’s throat and cum so deep, you could see it trailing down her throat–
shinsou: [SHOOKEDT] what the fuck dude?
also shinsou internally: wRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN-!
ONE TIME, he got too excited when you posted a video of your choreography wearing those tiny shorts and he short-circuited– he really went: “wIEEE~”
he’s cautious now not too excited, especially when he’s outside and you post out of no where
it’s also a miracle that his twitter account is still running with how erotic and lewd he gets in his tweets– HE ALSO RETWEETS EDITS OF YOUR MOANS IN HIS FEED-! IN HIS MAIN ACCOUNT! HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A FAN ACCOUNT
he’s either REALLY FUCKING brave or just plain stupid. maybe both idk
[(y/n)k.denki]: have you ever just look at someone and go, “wow, i would really wanna fuck you hard right now” because i do. everytime i see my queen– LET ME HIT (Y/N)-! I’LL BE GOOD I SWEARRRRRR
