Daddy... Just Daddy...

Get That Bred

Pairing : Mirio Togata x Reader

Word count : 3.4k

Tags/TWs : MDNI 18+, hybrids (bull!mirio), breeding, daddy kink, reader is AFAB but no gendered pronouns are used, dumbification, use of pet names like cow, heifer etc, barebacking, creampie, tummy bulge

AN : bull hybrid mirio has been living in my brain for the past month, and today i finally snapped, so go ahead and enjoy this feral bullshit (aha) @m-mortimer @selfishwitch come get y'all bull mirio food!!

When your friend had begged you to become a farm hand at their hybrid ranch, you hadn’t hesitated to help. After all, you'd be getting paid to have a little more exercise, and spend all day out in the fresh country air rather than cooped up at home. And for the first week, it was exactly what you had been anticipating. You spent your days in the barn, helping to feed and care for the adorable array of hybrids they had, from cute sheep, to the messy, but fun pig hybrids, everything had been in the realm of your expectations. Until the return of a certain hybrid, that is.

When you show up for work on a bright and early morning, you’re already well aware of your itinerary for the day. In your eagerness to see all the hybrids you’ve come to know so well, you almost miss the now locked door on a subsection of the barn. It’s been empty since you started working on the ranch, but today the wooden doors are firmly shackled shut, thick chains looping through the sturdy iron handles. You're shocked from your thoughts as soon as you hear a harsh exhale coupled with the loud sound of metal jangling emanating from within the locked pen, and it becomes obvious that whatever is in there clearly isn’t particularly happy.

You can’t help but shudder. It’s only a farm, what sort of hybrid needs to be kept under such circumstances? You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you get on with your work, tending to the sheep hybrids by cleaning out their pens and making sure they’re keeping well fed. You really do attempt to stop your eyes from wandering to the shackled door as you play with the little pig girls, who giggle and squeal as they splash about in the mud.

However your curiosity catches up to you when you cross paths with your friend in the farmhouse, and when you ask just what they have locked in the barn, at first all they respond with is a weary sigh.

“Honestly, he’s the reason I needed your help so desperately. We spent all our money on him, after all we were told that he’s a prized bull, the most pedigree of his kind. But he’s refusing to breed any of our cows, I mean, they’re all getting a little on the older side, sure, but every time we brought him one, he’d just turn up his nose and tell me that there’s 'no point wasting his cum on a cunt that will never give him anything worthwhile'.” Your friend pauses, their fingers pinching the bridge of their nose, “Which obviously didn't go down very well with our cows, he called one of them a “no good heifer”, she still hasn’t gotten over it. So we temporarily sent him off to another farm to see if they could have more success, but they've had the exact same problem. But because it’s been so long since he last had the opportunity to try and breed, he’s getting… Restless. And that makes him temperamental, and borderline aggressive. I can’t handle the rest of the farm and him all by myself, but you’ve been such an amazing help, I really can’t thank you enough.” Despite the bags that sit under their eyes, their smile is genuine, and the itch that had plagued your mind all day finally feels satiated.

Until you return to work the next morning to see the once sealed door wide open, and there crouched in the doorway, held back by a large chain attached from his nose ring to the wall behind him, is unmistakably the bull hybrid. You’re frozen in place, held captive under his intense stare as his eyes drag over your body, only stopping when they reach your groin, his nose exhaling so harshly you’re sure you can feel it dance across your now goose-pimpled flesh from where you stand meters away. You’re not sure what to take in first, your eyes moving from his shaggy blond hair, with a curly fringe that sits just above his surprisingly bright cerulean eyes, or the large horns that rise from his tousled tresses; which despite looking very deadly, you can’t help but wonder how they’d look with your fingers curled around them. But as your gaze wanders downwards, past the large metal ring that hangs heavy in his septum, you realise he’s entirely naked.

This really shouldn’t come as much of a shock, the majority of the animals in this barn forgo clothes too, but the difference is that none of them look like him. None of them are built like he is, with bulging muscles and a chiselled abdomen. None of them have such hulking, strong thighs. And absolutely none of them have cocks like that.

It looks painfully hard, the tip a deep, angry red as it twitches against his naval, thick translucent pre-cum oozing from the head and dripping down his shaft in a near endless stream. You’re so lost in marvelling over the cock before you that you don’t notice when your thighs rub together, nor do you mean to let out a sharp gasp when the seam of your work pants drags against your already aching clit.

But you do notice the loud huff that echoes through the barn, your eyes snapped out of their lust induced stupor just enough that you’re able to bring your gaze up to his face. He still has his eyes burning holes into the crotch of your trousers, although now there isn’t a sliver of blue left, his irises swallowed entirely by black.

For just a second, neither of you move, the distant sound of the other hybrids fades into white noise as your eyes flicker between his starved gaze, and the way his obscenely large cock jumps against his abdomen every time your thighs twitch.

The silence is broken the second your thighs part a mere inch, his response immediate as he jolts forward, only to be immediately yanked back by the chain secured to his nose ring.

“God, I hate this stupid chain,” Your eyes widen as he huffs at the metal, his large hands desperately yanking at it as though he could rip it from the wall. Although from the way his large biceps flex everytime he pulls on the sturdy metal, you wouldn't be at all shocked if he succeeded. His voice comes as a surprise too, you were expecting him to have a deep, gruff lilt to his tone, yet despite his size and stature you find yourself being drawn in by the slight playfulness to his voice.

The second you take a step towards him, his head snaps back to you, nostrils flaring. But to your dismay, he slowly starts to stalk backwards, keeping his eyes locked on your figure. He stops once he reaches the middle of his pen, bringing a hand up to make a “come hither” motion with thick, scarred fingers. Your feet move automatically, already having taken several steps before your brain has the chance to catch up and ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing walking right into the clutches of a chained up bull hybrid.

“Ah, ah, take it easy, little heifer, it’s in my genes to chase anything that moves too quickly, and I’d hate to scare you away.” His thinly veiled threat should terrify you, yet instead you only feel your underwear dampen further, your hands shooting down to grip the material of your trousers. Each tentative step you take towards him has your heart rate spiking ever higher, yet even that's not enough to stop you from moving to stand mere feet from him.

A sudden bang from behind has you jumping out of your skin, immediately turning around to see what caused the commotion, but before you have the opportunity to figure it out, you’re being knocked to the floor. The only thing stopping your head hitting the hay covered stone flags being a large hand, one resting over your forehead whilst the other gropes at your chest.

“Did no one ever teach you to never turn your back on a bull, doll?” You’re shivering in his hold, pinned between the floor and his overwhelmingly large body. His cock rutting against your clothed ass draws out an elongated whine from your lips, your brain trying to comprehend just how deep his cock would feel if it were to be buried inside of you.

“I’ve been waiting for so fucking long for a fertile cunt to breed, and then just when I feel like I’m truly about to lose my shit, I smell you. God, it drove me insane yesterday, knowing you were so close yet so far out of my reach,” his head lowers down until his breath harshly fans across your nape, shudders cascading down your spine in waves every time you feel his ragged breath wash over your skin.

“‘s why I asked to have the door open today. They were so hesitant to do it, but I laid it on real thick, all to see with my own eyes the cunt I was going to make mine. And now here you are, and you smell fucking devine.” You startle when his nose buries itself into your nape, inhaling deep lung fulls of your scent.

“Now the question is, are you going to be a good little cow and let me breed your pussy?”

It should be sad, the way you so desperately keen at his words, your hips trying their best to grind upwards against his cock from where you're pinned to the floor.

“Y-Yeah, I heard you’ve been r-really pent up, I just wanna help out.” He chuckles lowly in response, the hand resting against your forehead sliding down to your lips, your mouth immediately parting to welcome two of his thick digits.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason you walked in here. I’m sure you didn’t want to be in this position right now, getting fucked so full of my cum you can’t even form a coherent thought. I’m sure you didn't dream about being my pretty little breeding cow the second you saw my cock. There’s no shame in admitting it, doll, because the sooner you do, the quicker you get to find out for yourself what it’s like to be bred by a bull like me.” Any lingering shame dissipates in an instant, now left only with an endless loop of his last sentence that dances torturously around your lust-addled brain. In your already mindless state, you attempt to respond to him, completely forgetting that two of his fingers are stuffed between your drool-slicked lips.

“Dumb little cow, you’ve got nothin’ in that pretty little head but thoughts of my cock, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, there’s no point in begging when I can smell how fucking wet you are.” His fingers withdraw from your mouth, briefly joining his other hand at your chest to pinch both your nipples between his fingers from overtop your shirt and bra, twisting the pebbled buds with little remorse. It’s not long before you’re whining again, pushing your chest further into his fingers.

“Please, take off my top? I wanna feel your hands on me properly, p-please?” Your words coax a mocking coo from his lips as his fingers form a tight grip on the material of your shirt.

“Don’t worry little heifer, I’ll make sure you never have to deal with the burden of clothes again, after all what need will you have for covering up when this is all I’ll end up doing?” Immediately after finishing his sentence, your shirt and bra have been ripped off your body with ease, standing little chance against the brute strength of the hybrid. With no barriers to dull the feeling of his touch, you’re now able to feel every rough callous on his fingertips as returns his hands to grope at your chest. His patience clearly wears thin, however, as he pushed you face first into the floor, caring little for your petulant groans of how itchy the straw feels against your bare chest.

“Soon all you’re going to feel is my cock spilling you open, the hay will be the least of your worries, sweetheart.” He’s leaning up now, still firmly sat on your upper thighs as though he’s trying to keep you there, although you both know there’s not a chance in hell you want to leave.

Your trousers and panties get the same treatment as your other clothes, all of which now lay scattered around you both. Now there’s truly nothing between you, there’s nothing to protect you from the feeling of his hot, thick cock that sits against your bare ass, the tip coming to rest on your lower back. You feel every vein, every ridge of his girthy shaft as it rubs against your skin, not able to hold back the deep gulp as his fingers pull apart your ass to slot his cock between the rounded flesh.

“You look so small like this, calf, I wonder how long you’ll last before my cock breaks you? I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to fit in this tight little hole.” He lifts himself off your legs, instead kneeling behind you as his hands grip your waist, pulling your hips upwards until you’re presenting your sopping pussy to his greedy eyes. You let out a stuttered moan as you feel one of his fingers drag through your folds to toy with your swollen clit.

“No fear, my little heifer, I’ll have you prepped to take my cock and cum in no time at all.” His tone is borderline jovial, a stark contrast from the harsh way two of his fingers sink into your cunt, immediately curling against your velvet walls. You’re unable to process anything but how full you feel, his thick fingers already proving to be a struggle to take as your pussy flutters and gushes around him in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

“Listen to that, fuck, you’re making such a mess already, sweetheart, are you that eager to be fucked by a hybrid? How dirty,” his free hand lays a quick smack to your ass, delighting in the way the flesh jiggles in response, “No need to worry about you're dignity, once people see just how well trained you are for my cock, no one, especially not you, will doubt that you were made to be my little breeding bitch.”

You’ve barely gotten used to the two fingers that fuck into your dripping hole before he’s already adding a third, the stretch making you whine, whether in pain or pleasure you can’t even begin to tell. There’s nothing you can do but take whatever he gives you, and something about being completely at the mercy of someone so dangerous has you mewling against the floor.

“Can’t take it much more, need your c-cock, please mister!” He scoffs at the name, swatting your ass a little harsher.

“Not quite, heifer, since I’m about to fuck a calf into you, feel free to call me daddy.” His fingers pull from your leaking cunt, small grunts and huffs indicating that he’s most likely wrapping his arousal slicked hands around his shaft. You keep your face firmly pressed to the floor, your limbs too heavy to even think about moving them of your own accord. But soon the blunt tip of his cock is rubbing up the length of your slit, although not once does he make a move to dip into your hole as he watches you begin to writhe against the stone floor.

“Please, please daddy! I’ll be your good little cow, I’ll let you breed me so good, just need your cock now- ah-!” Your jaw falls slack in a silent scream as his tip pushes past the first ring of muscle, your nails desperately digging into the floor as you try to relax your pussy enough to take him. But he’s huge, and so unbelievably thick. It’s all encompassing, the feeling of his cock slowly sinking into you, inch by painful inch. You can’t tell up from down, and you don’t have a hope in hell of understanding the words he mumbles into the skin of your back, there’s nothing you can do but think of how fucking full you feel.

“‘urts! Daddy’s too big, s-so big.” Your whines go unnoticed as he continues to sink into you. But soon your walls refuse to accommodate any more of him, your cunt so tight even he can't help but hiss out a pained curse.

“C’mon little cow, relax for me. breathe a little slower, yeah?” He coaxes you into taking some deep, shuddering breaths, and slowly, you feel yourself become cognisant enough to unclench your muscles,

“There we go, such a good heifer for daddy, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill your womb with my cum, sweetheart?” He hums happily when you sluggishly nod your head in response. You’re just about to tell him to move a little further when suddenly the hold he has on your waist tightens, and then he’s slapping his hips against your raised ass. You’re not sure what’s louder, his deep growl, or the shrill scream that rips from your throat.

“Fuck yeah, couldn't help it, your greedy cunt just sucked me in so easily, god look at that, sweetheart.” One of his hands grips your throat, pulling up your body until your back is pushed against his chiselled chest.

“Look at that fucking bulge, my little cow’s stuffed so full of daddy’s cock, you’re gonna look so pretty carrying my calves, baby.” He immediately sets an unforgiving pace, his cock fucking into you so hard that the chain keeping him confined clangs loudly against the metal of his nose ring, the pen turned into a cacophony of his hips smacking against your ass mixed with high whines and deep grunts.

“And people have the audacity to say humans are the superior species, how fucking powerful are you like this baby? Reduced to my little cocksleeve with no effort, you’re nothing more than my obedient little breedin’ bitch.” You can’t find the words to respond, too engrossed in the way his girth stretches your hole, fucking you so full you’re not sure you’ll ever be content without his cock stuffed balls deep in your cunt. All it takes is a couple more brutal pumps of his hips and you’re creaming around his cock, tears pouring down your cheeks as your cunt spasms around his length. Yet he doesn’t stop, in fact his thrusts only increase in speed and strength as pushes your body back onto the floor, his arms caging you in to the stone flags, the position allowing him to fuck into you at a near inhuman pace.

“I’m not stopping until you’re thoroughly bred, little heifer, I don’t care if you cum so much you pass out. Your cunt is mine to fill, it doesn’t belong to you anymore, it’s fucking mine, all mine, and I’m gonna use it as much as I please.” The words have you cumming around his cock once again, the only sound you’re able to make is pitiful hiccuped sobs as you’re reduced to nothing more than his fleshlight. It’s maddening, the way you aren't able to catch a single second of reprieve, fucked into orgasm after orgasm until your brain is well and truly vacant, you’re barely present enough to remind your body to breathe. The concept of time has long since been lost to you, but after he’s pulled god knows how many climaxes from your limp, overstimulated body, you finally feel his hips begin to falter in their pace. His head falls against your nape as he thrusts once, twice, and then cums with a growl, unloading ropes of thick cum directly against your abused cervix.

“That’s it, there’s my good little cow, take all my fuckin’ cum,” he’s panting into your sweat soaked skin, slowly grinding his release as deep into your twitching cunt as it’ll go. And for a fleeting second, you wonder if that means you can finally have some time to try and catch your breath, but then you realise that his erection isn’t flagging, if anything he feels bigger, harder from where he’s buried inside of you.

“You aren’t going anywhere, heifer, I’ve got a lot of cum still left, and the night’s still young.” You’re barely able to react when you feel cold metal locking around your neck, accompanied by the familiar clanging of chains.

“Now look at that sweetheart, we match. You’re nothing more than a breeding hole for a bull hybrid, and I plan on making use of your fertile little cunt.”

© toshidou 2021

ass-eating headcanons

summary; how they like their ass eaten, with Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, Denki, Eijiro, Tenya, Neito and Shihai. All characters are aged up and in their 20s

Izuku

Please eat his ass.

Literally in any way you can, he loves it.

But ESPECIALLY when he's laying on his back with your hand around his cock and your tongue deep inside him.

Will grind his hips into your face, he can't help himself, it feels too good.

Cannot figure out what to do with his hands so he ends up just balling them into the sheets and gripping on for dear life.

He'll cum so fast if you stroke his cock while you do it, too.

Very vocal, begs you for more, tells you how good it feels, thanks you for letting him cum.

Katsuki

He's on his back, knees bent and one hand reaching down to spread himself.

Degrades you the entire time while grinding himself against your face.

"Yeah eat my ass you dirty slut."

"God you're so nasty, eating my ass like that. Such a fucking whore, aren't you? Yeah, stick your tongue deeper, deeper bitch."

Literally he's so mean about it.

But when he cums while you eat him? He'll moan so, so pretty for you.

And returns the favor.

Shouto

He doesn't realize it's something he likes until you're doing it and his thighs are quivering because it feels so good.

He's not super vocal, but little "nnghs", "fuck"s, "hhhahhhh"s bless your ears.

He's face down ass up, and you're warming him up to take your strap.

Slowly pumping his cock, and laving over his pucker with your tongue makes him jolt and the moment you press in, he groans.

Actually loves it when you eat him, and doesn't care to bring it up to anyone who cares to listen.

Eijiro

Another one who prefers to be on his back. Preferably propped up with some pillows so he can watch you.

Loves the way his balls look on your face at this angle.

Also will be stroking your hair and petting you and praising you the entire time.

"God your tongue feels so good, baby."

"Y-yeah, hhhahhh like that...fuck."

Clenches his jaw tightly and bares his pretty teeth while trying to hold his moans back.

He fails.

Will cum untouched just from the way your mouth feels on his ass.

Gets the cutest flushed and fucked out expression when he watches you.

Denki

Bend him over the side of the bed, spread his legs apart and kneel to eat his ass.

He'll be putty in your hands.

Very, very vocal. Soft whines and begs flow like wine from his lips.

Grinds his cock against the mattress because it's just too good.

"hhnn p-please it's... hahhh it's so good. fuck. hhhhhh god I'm gonna-"

If you let him he'll pump his cock and overstim himself from cumming too much.

Praise him, tell him he's doing a good job taking it well and it's a one-way trip to subspace.

Tenya

Tenya's the kind of guy who eats your ass so good you wanna return the favor.

Lay him down, press his knees to his chest and massage his muscular thighs while you take your time.

He likes it slow and deep, and if you keep rubbing his thighs while you do it he'll be so, so hard and needy.

Like, precum pooling on his abs, face flushed and needy, he'd beg you to pay his cock attention.

Not vocal at all, that's just him as a whole. However if you make him cum first and slurp it all up and then start eating his ass he's a mess.

Overstimulated and weak, he'll try to hold himself back at first but then his cock gets hard again and he's reduced to groans and whimpers that turn into full on moans and groans.

Neito

Neito is such a brat but we been knew.

Will fight you at first, you gotta be persistent. But when he gives in?

He'll have his face buried in the pillow, laying on his side with his hands over his head to hide himself. One knee hooked over your shoulder while you go to town.

He's so pitiful as he pants and whines and moans, begging you to let him cum.

If you feel like being mean you can neglect his cock and just focus on his hole.

Or if you're nice, fist his cock until his hips are moving on their own and he's chasing his release because he just cant help himself.

Shihai

Okay, Shihai is a solid switch you can't change my mind. He makes you beg to eat his ass. He just loves hearing you desperate for him.

He'll prop himself on his arms or elbows and watch you intently, a dark blush darkening his already dark features.

When it starts to feel really good he'll throw his head back, exposing the long length of his pretty neck, and reward you with deep, throaty moans.

When he gets close he gyrates his hips against you and slowly strokes his cock. He likes to take his time and savor it, building up to an intense orgasm.

Busts all over his stomach and makes you lick it up, tells you how good you are and then kisses you after to taste himself on your tongue.

Jesus....

⭐︎・book spine — bakugo k ; drabble

authors note: I saw a really cute blondie at my local bookstore and just knew I needed to write this for bakugo.

content warning: dacryphilia, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, squirting, smut.

Thinking about how bookstore clerk!bakugo helps out a special little customer more than the rest.

You're having trouble reaching a book? He's behind you in a second, his back against yours as his muscled arm stretches above you (probably making fun of your book of choice in the process).

Is there no more copies of the book you're looking for on the shelf? No worries, ‘cause he's leading you to the storage room so you can search through the boxes while he pounds your sex from behind.

Did you drop some change on the ground? Bakugo’s kneeling down and picking it all up for you, eyeing you up your skirt in the process before standing and placing it all in your palm as he peaks down your shirt at your chest.

And when it's just you two in the store, you can guarantee he's gonna take advantage of it.

Face fucking you behind the counter, one fist in your hair as the other wraps tightly around your pretty throat. Watching as salty tears roll down your cheeks.

Fucking you from behind on the floor so fast you think you're dreaming. He's pulling you back by your hair so he can leave marks on your neck and watching as your back arches like a broken book spine.

And he's relishing in how you squirt all over his cock, dirtying his pants and the store's carpet. Maybe he'll have to punish you for making such a mess while he's working.

bookstore clerk!bakugo. <3

Definitely would love one if he loves me in return

me.

I love the "daddy" word.

Yooo if you wanna mix it up a little can I request Trunks with a black s/o? Some off day/lazy day fluff or smut? Love your writing btw 😘

It’s rare that a villain isn’t threatening to eradicate the planet or that Trunks isn’t making scientific break throughs

And on those rare days, he whips out his black card and y’all spend the weekend jetting off to some exotic destination

Today you’ve decided Zanzibar

The doors and windows are wide open welcoming in the breeze and giving you a beautiful view of the crystal clear blue water

You’re both but naked on the huge fluffy bed half tangled in the sheets. And everything couldn’t be more perfect

“Best. Vacation. Ever.”

“Have we decided on buying property here yet?”

“I sure have. I’m sold.”

You say up against his chest and traced his hard pecs. His handsome face was soft and relaxed, for once the permanent scowl he usually wore was melted off and his sky blue eyes were closed.

Jesus he was perfect

“ I feel kinda bad, babe...”

“Hmm, Why?” He grunted

“Cuz, what if something happens?”

“Sshhh, don’t think like that, baby doll.” He mussed your kink coils finally cracking an eye open to look into your dark ones. “Daddy’s not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You groaned. God you loved it when he called himself ‘Daddy’ almost as much as you loved it when he made you scream it to high heaven

“I know you won’t, daddy,” you pouted, “but if something happens back home and you can’t get home in time...or if you can’t reach your family.”

“Are you forgetting who my family is, babe?” He scoffed. “Five galaxies worth of villains couldn’t stop Bulma Briefs from getting in touch with me if she needed to. And that’s if my dad doesn’t get to me first.”

You laughed. “You got a point there.”

He chuckled too before pulling you on top of him. The sunlight spilled through the open windows and practically glowed off your dark skin

“Now,” he kissed your nose then your lips, “why don’t you relax and let daddy take your mind off all that, hm?”

(Don’t mind the song I just forgot to take it off)

No cause you last fic has me thinking thoughts! Sero fucking your drooling cunt slowly in his weed induced haze Denki jerking himself off while he rolls his tongue over your clit head held in place by Mina who's mouthing at your tits with Kiri while you have your fingers curling in her pussy and gliding up and down kiris slick shaft and Katsuki with his hands around your throat as he fucks your face to feel the head of his dick press into the skin i wouldn't last😩🤚

these mfs higher than a mug and still. horny!

but you gotta love your best friends 🥺 they’ll make sure you’re taken care of, and since you’re so sweet, you can take care of them too 🥺

🥴🥴🤯😖 god just let me faint..too much for my lil ol' heart

Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band

guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader

summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.

author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!

warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation

It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.

The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.

He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?

You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.

“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.

You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.

When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.

“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.

“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.

You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.

“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.

Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.

Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.

The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.

He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.

You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.

He was looking right at you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,

“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)

Oh. My. God

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.

The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.

“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.

You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.

“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.

When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.

You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.

“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.

“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.

It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.

Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.

Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.

“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.

Damn this must be what rich people smoke.

“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.

“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.

You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.

“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.

“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.

Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.

You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.

Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.

Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.

“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.

“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.

“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.

“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.

“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.

You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.

You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.

You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.

“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.

You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.

“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.

You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.

“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.

He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.

“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.

“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.

“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.

Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.

“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.

You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.

“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.

“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.

You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.

He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.

“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.

“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.

Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.

He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.

“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.

He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.

“Shittt, where do you want me to-“

“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.

As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.

“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.

Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.

“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.

“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!

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"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."

“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”

The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.

“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”

“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”

“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”

“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”

The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.

“All right. Shoo, ladies.”

The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:

“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”

The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.

Anyways.

“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”

“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”

You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.

"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.

"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"

"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."

The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."

"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...

"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."

"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"

"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"

You falter. Not like this.

"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."

You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.

"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”

"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."

"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"

There's a hand on your thigh.

It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.

"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"

"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.

"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.

"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.

"Sit in my lap, Princess."

He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”

“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh.”

“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”

You suppose that’s valid.

Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.

“How um—how do I help?”

“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.

“What if people see?”

”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”

Let them see. You shiver at that.

Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.

“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”

“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.

“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”

“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.

You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.

“O-Oh—“

“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.

“N-No, definitely not.”

You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.

"C-Can I—"

"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."

You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.

"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.

"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."

Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."

You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.

“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.

“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.

“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.

"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”

His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.

“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”

Not that you were planning on stopping.

Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”

You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.

Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”

You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:

“Gonna—gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.

“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“

You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.

You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.

"You good?"

You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"

Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.

"Why're you asking me?"

"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."

Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."

"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."

Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."

He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"

"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.

"What do you like?"

"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"

Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.

"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.

"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."

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synopsis: your exes closest friends want a taste at his birthday party. (college au) k. bakugo & s. todoroki

warnings: 18+ content mdni choking, biting, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. receiving), all characters are aged up.

They had no idea when it started.

Perhaps it was the small kisses they would see you share with their best friend. Your soft, plush lips puckering and delivering sweet pecks to his cheek. The same lips that caused him to moan out in pleasure, so loud that they could hear his hushed curses and mantra of your name through the walls of the frat house.

They’ve fisted themselves to the thought of your sloppy cunt in their face and creaming around their length, and face the two of you with indifference the next day.

Months went by until the two of you broke up. You called it off, rumors of MIDORIYA cheating had circulated and, when you received an airdropped video of said male with another girl - it was a matter of time.

BAKUGO would never tell you or him that he recorded it without permission. The same way TODOROKI would die with the fact that he airdropped the video anonymously to you and other people on campus.

They felt bad and stopped by your apartment to come clean about the master plan they curated due to their mutual sexual interest in you. But, when you opened the door to your apartment all teary eyed, lips poked out in a sad pout, they decided it was best to never speak of it again.

That was sophomore year of college. Now, the three of you were seniors. You got over your good for nothing ex and even harbor cordial feelings toward him. Which is why you were invited to his birthday party.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” The blonde mumbled. You were seated in his lap, back facing him as he kissed your neck with an intensity that would leave bruises in the morning. A whimper escaped your lips as he slipped his hand inside your underwear, coating his fingers in your slick before slowly thrusting his fingers into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss. His hands were rough and calloused from time playing rugby, causing a friction that can only be described as delicious. “Focus on me doll.” Two small pats on your cheek caused you to blink them open.

Pulling your tube top down, your breast spilled out in front of him like an invitation. One hand fondled your nipple as he latched his mouth on the other, a broken moan escaping your lips as he provided pleasure to both.

Between the pump of his fingers and the other male’s ministrations on your breast, you were delirious from arousal.

Tears streamed down your face as the tightening coil snapped and you gushed all over his hand, him silencing your drawn out whimper with a searing kiss that took your breath away.

“Been awhile since you came like that yeah?” He asked, breaking the kiss and staring at the sole string of saliva that kept you connected. “Doubt he ever made you feel that good, isn’t that right?”

It was true. As much as you hated talking bad about your ex, he focused more so on his pleasure rather than yours. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he fell asleep after his release, leaving you either sexually frustrated and having to finish what he started.

You hadn’t even noticed the two men stripped down to their boxers until you felt Todoroki caress your cheek, his cold hand a stark contrast to your hot body.

As quick as Midoriya had entered your mind he left. You had two fine men behind and in front of you, achingly hard, and pulling a mind boggling orgasm that you just had to have again.

You were completely at their mercy. A desire to please and be pleased bubbling within you.

Allowing yourself to be pushed down with an unfamiliar gentleness from the blonde, he watched as your back arched at the perfect angle, running his hand down your spine, loving the feeling of your soft skin under his palms.

“Don’t think about him. We’re gonna take real good care of you baby.”

The two of you let out a moan in unison. He was huge, just the tip stretching your cunt and causing tears to litter your waterlines. “Fucking hell.” Leaning over, he bit your shoulder as he sunk deeper inside, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you squeezed him so deliciously.

“Suki-” His name sounded purely pornographic on his lips. If you wouldn’t shut up soon he’d cum at an embarrassingly quick rate. No wonder that stupid nerd had never made you cum, your pussy had to be heaven sent.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you eyes on me?” Todoroki gripped your jaw harshly, lifting your head so you were eye level with his dick that was in dire need of attention. “Open.”

There was something about the calm, collected, sweet Todoroki being demanding. Borderline mean even. And her hotheaded, impatient childhood friend Bakugo handling her with the softest of touches and assuring kisses.

They were polar opposites in bed and you loved it.

A harsh thrust caused you to barrel forward, choking on his dick as both of the males groaned simultaneously. “Sorry, m- fuck sorry.” Despite his apologies he continued his harsh thrust, losing himself in the warmth of your walls.

“Such a pretty girl even when you’re, mm- choking on my dick.” Sweat littered his forehead and his grip tightened in your hair, dragging his length up and down your throat.

The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, skin slapping, with sex and arousal heavy in the air. A threesome with you ex’s closed friends never crossed your mind but you wish it did.

“Gonna swallow me up doll?”

“Want me to fill this pussy with cum?”

Your pliancy was shown as you pushed back on the blonde behind you, deep throating the male in front as they both released harmonious moans in the air.

Unlike last time, your orgasm surprised you. An unhinged, erotic moan falling from your lips. “Shit-” Gritting his teeth, Todoroki let his load out down your throat. His brows were knitted, head thrown back as his chest heaved at the exertion.

His lips found their way on yours in a sloppy kiss. Spit smearing as he lazily molded the two of you together as Bakugo shot hot ropes into you with shallow thrusts. His head nestled in your neck as he mumbled praises in your ear, along the lines of “good girl” and “did so well”

Moments passed. Todoroki left to get you a bottle of water, leaving the other to help you to the shower and a clean pair of clothes.

“So, he finally makes an appearance!” Midoriya joked, his leech of a current girlfriend on his arm. “You not feeling well or something?” He asked, motioning to the bottle of water in his hold.

“It’s not for me.”

He raised a brow at that, “One of the guys sick or something?”

“No shithead,” Bakugo snorted as he entered the kitchen, opening the pantry door and taking out a specific few snacks before closing it. “Said she was hungry too and you left your phone upstairs.”

“Who?”

Turning their heads, they looked at their friend with different expressions. Conflicted, guilty even, the other smug and prideful.

“Who else besides our favorite girl.” Bakugo beamed, reaching in the pocket of his sweats to hand him a card with oh so familiar handwriting.

“She said happy birthday by the way.”

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Call me “Master” (Shinsou x Fem Reader)

Alright, of all the Hitoshi’s I’ve written this is probably my favorite. It’s pretty hardcore so please be warned. Not for the faint of heart. bUT LIKE ALSO I forgot how much sweet consent stuff I put in here and I’m like elrkkj;qlekjr dawww. This displays a healthy master/slave dynamic and oh god does it make me fucking horny.

Kinks: degradation, humiliation, squirting, master/pet, toys, spanking, bondage, pain play, fear play, mind control, face fucking, harsh names, dirty talk

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You’d been aware of Shinsou Hitoshi’s sadistic side for quite some time. During play, you would notice him holding back, concerned about going “too far,” or at least, what he thought would be too far.

It was clear, however, that this restraint was for your benefit,

There was no doubt that once he reached that dominant headspace, Hitoshi was a predator, and you, his intended prey.

After your most recent mind-blowing scene, he was helping you come down when you thought you’d tell him what was on your mind.

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