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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒.

—cw: gn!reader, nipple pinching, sucking.

— A/n: This is for ma boy's birthday. I haven't proofread it tho. Just a short drabble.

— 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 who smirks everytime you visit him. He is always excited to serve his favorite customer. Your septum piercing was the one he was very proud of. It made you look hotter.

"What shall I do for you today, y/n?" he dramatically bowed.

"Mhm...I actually had a very wild thought last night and I decided to go for it," you replied, nervously biting on your index finger nail.

"Like?"

"Like my nipples?" There was a extension of speech in your last word, unsure about going with it. But it caught Geto by the utmost surprise. He didn't know what he was expecting but it was definitely not this.

"O-okay! We can do that." You were taken aback by the excitement in his tone. Suguru has always been so trustworthy, and he is a professional so, you decided to go for it.

...

Suguru gulped when you exposed your chest to him. Your nipples perked up, and your cheeks were flustered. The urge he had to pass on a comment on your amazing tits— Ugh.

"They look- uhm- amazing," he complimented, not taking eyes off them. Something sinister in his stare pulled you in a trance. Your breath getting heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

"Y-you can touch them if you want."

"Well, I have to baby." Eyes widening at his words but he quickly covered it with something a little more "professional".

"I mean...in order to pierce it, I have to touch it."

"Right." You both left a nervous laughter.

It would be okay, right? Nothing awkward. You were just getting something you wanted for a long time. But you wanted more, right?

The moment he touched your perky nipples, you moaned out an audible "hmm", making it obvious how much you like it.

"M-more. Touch me more." There was no need for words furthermore. He wanted it. You did too.

Suguru went a little rough and pinched them hard, earning a squeal from you. Your foot started rubbing against his flexed biceps.

"Do you mind?", he aggressively stood up, bending a little down to face your chest. You damn well knew what he meant.

"No. P-please, suck it." As soon as you said those words, his tongue was all over them. He kissed you, pushing your torso a little for a better angle. You could feel his bulge against your bottom.

He wasted no time to suck your nipples. He started with a gentle swirl of his tongue. It felt so good to have his warm mouth on them. But as minutes passed, he got hungry. Big hands cupping the skin, gathering them trying to fit more and more in his mouth.

"F-fuck." He moaned. Sending vibrations in your body.

"I want more—your hands brushed against his hardened cock— More of you."

"Suguru, are you done? We have another appointment in 10 minutes," Shoko, his manager yelled near the door.

"Cancel them!" He looked straight into your eyes with that lustful gaze. "I'm busy with something important right here."

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“#he can make you look prettier if you what i mean JAJSJJDKSSNKSKSKS ” — Oh? Don’t be shy- tell me 👀

— ❧ pretty.

k. bakugo x f!reader

summary: you're the love of his life and the nastiest head he's ever gotten.

wc: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a thirst 🤕)

a/n: @bakugous-sandbag look. what u made me do. are u fr. i never thought i'd write mfckn cum swapping. im on my knees f'you.

cw: PLEASE READ, 18+, facefucking, cum and spit play, cum swapping HELP ME, dacryphilia (m&f), praise, lightly scratching and marking in the form of love bites and hickeys (f->m), no d/s dynamics, open ending 0_o

“That’s it, pretty girl”, he caressed your face, fingers slowly threading your hair, “look at me.”

Eyes trailing up, you noticed how his stomach twitched, sharp abs contracting and relaxing involuntarily; you liked the effect you had on him. You hummed in satisfaction, making him groan and body become stiff for a second before his fingers grabbed your hair a bit tighter. Continuing to study every crevice of his muscle and every bead of sweat he shed, you saw how his chest heaved heavily, deep breaths turning into short ones, getting stuck in his throat and becoming ragged. His nipples were swollen and hot pink, thanks to your earlier ministrations.

But, definitely, the best part, was his face. From the chest up, he was completely flushed; hot and dusted red, neck tense and veins prominent, you could see his pulse from down on your knees. His chin was scrunched because of his slightly pouty lip that turned into a snarl every time you swiped your searing tongue on the underside of his cock. His face was completely blushed and covered in a thin film of sweat, beads rolling from his forehead, down his cheekbones, down his neck. His teary eyes mirrored your own, glassy and shiny, looking up whenever he was overwhelmed by your predatory gaze; he felt examined and preyed upon by your hungry demeanor—it sent him reeling, brain frying up and rendered useless, he fucking loved you and whatever the hell you did to him.

“That’s it”, he choked on his own words, tongue scrambling to find coherence. Blonde eyebrows furrowed up, and he lightly tugged your hair to pull you off his cock, nasty strings of saliva still hanging between the two.

“Lemme”—he took a deep breath, sitting up straighter—“Let me fuck your face, pretty,” he said, almost out of breath. You took the chance to stroke his sloppy dick, thumbing his leaking tip, causing him to hiss. “Please, just- just let me do it” he breathed while stroking your hair, “I want to so bad, I want you so bad.”

You swore you could see pink hearts forming in his red eyes; little did you know that you looked the same. Tearstained, hot and bothered, leaking pussy left unattended since you whole focus was on making him the most debauched as possible. You stroked his cock faster, and an honest to God whimper was heard from tight closed lips.

“M’kay,”—you bit his left thigh, thick muscle getting sucked and caressed by your tongue, heavy cock twitching in your hands, a deep purple hickey left on his pale skin—“but first, tell me, where do you wanna cum?”

You lowered yourself a bit, tongue poking out and licking up his taint, balls, base to tip, taking your sweet time. He shuddered, a million possibilities rushing through his mind: what if he covers your pretty face in his cum? Or maybe on your chest? Maybe he could lick it off later. Or in your mouth? So you can show him how you took it like a good girl.

“In your mouth,”–he grabs your hair and tugs on it—please?”, he said, eyes turning into slits, the feral flame in his gaze igniting. A grin grew on your face, tongue licking a prominent vein on the side of his cock, “You’re being so nice,” you rested your head on his right thigh, looking up at him with faux innocence; said act being dissipated by the way you were eating him up with your glistening eyes, “go ahead.”

He grabbed your head with both of his hands, calloused thumbs caressing your temples. He grabbed his dick, tapping the tip on your mouth and smearing precum all over your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him rub his dick all over the muscle. “Remember to tap me if it’s too much, ‘kay?” he said, looking lost and immersed in the way your face expelled beauty just by looking up at him. “Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

Your hands were placed on his thighs as he slowly eased himself into your mouth, humming and making wave-like movements with your tongue, causing a loud groan to escape from his lungs. It was getting harder to breathe, your nails digging into his muscled flesh, teary eyes closing and shiny, hot tears falling down your cheeks. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, humming constantly to keep yourself from gagging. That was until his hips snapped forward and made you deepthroat him, nose buried in his saliva-slick pubes. He started to fuck your mouth, throat contracting and tightening up on his dick every time he made you take him all the way in, his balls slapping against your chin with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, chanting your name over and over again, relishing in the electric pleasure of using your mouth as his disposal. He felt your hand leave his thigh, and he opened one eye to see what you were up to. Your hand trailed down your stomach, rubbing your clit through your panties and slowly pushing them aside, “look at you,” he panted, almost out of breath, thrusts never faltering, “you fuckin’ like this, huh? ‘F’course y’do,” you moaned around his cock, his eyes screwing shut at the feeling of the vibrations on his dick. “Stretch yourself f’me, y’gonna need it.”

You were drenched through and through; your fingers were coated with your slick and it was hard to draw tight circles on your clit, all the wetness causing your fingers to slip all over your cunt. His words and sounds had your pussy throbbing, clenching, needing some kind of relief. But you knew better—the more you waited the better it’ll feel.

Opening his eyes and tilting your head up, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth the moment he locked eyes with you. The sight of your pretty face completely ruined by him, fat tears running down your face, spit trickling down your mouth to your chin and down his balls. It was pure debauchery, the way you struggled to look up at him, one eye more closed than the other. He pulled you off his cock, giving you a chance to cough and breathe. “Don’t swallow, stick that pretty tongue out and show me first,” he said while fisting his cock in front of your face. He grabbed your head once again, and with no hesitation, you took him all the way and swallowed, making him squirm. “Y’r gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, fuck-!”, he growled while resuming his pace once again, causing new tears to fall down your face and fresh slick to gush out of you pussy. His own eyes burned with tears, completely overwhelmed by you.

His cock started throbbing sporadically, a telltale sign that he was very very close. You retrieved your hand from your cunt and placed both of them on his lower back, scratching him and leaving red marks all over his fair skin.

With that final push of you gagging around him and humming, and the slight pain from your nails that melted into pleasure, he came down your throat, “Fuckin’ take it” he growled, his pace not stopping even though hot cum was filling your mouth, “that’s it, fuckin—” and with one final thrust, he stayed still, “take it.”

He was panting, a few stray tears running down his face, his body relaxed against the couch. You rose up and climbed over his sweaty body, stopping once you were a few inches below him. Opening your mouth, you showed him the mess he made, sticking your tongue out and letting his cum drip all over his chest and abs. He looked at you speechless, his right hand grabbing your chin and pushing a thumb in your mouth, smearing his cum all over your tongue and lips.

You grabbed his face and reached for a kiss; a nasty, sloppy kiss, sticky sounds filling the room. He groaned at the taste of his own cum, feeling the mixture of his cum and your spit flood his mouth; his chest and your tits rubbing against each other and making a bigger mess of the cum left there. You pulled back and looked at him in his glassy vermillion eyes, and swallowed. He saw as your throat bobbed, a sick smile adorning your pretty face. Sticking your tongue out, you reckoned him to do the same, “your turn.”

He was so incredibly flustered, taken aback by the boldness of your actions, and with wide eyes boring into yours, he did the same; showing you his tongue once he swallowed.

Stroking his cheek, you kissed him softly, chuckling a bit when he followed your lips when you moved back.

“I told you I could make ya’ look prettier,” he said while wiping the tears off your face and grabbing a handful of your ass with the other.

You scoffed softly, his usual cockiness amusing you. “I think it’s my turn to make you look prettier, don’t ya think?”

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Vin - M Orc x F Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Monster match for the lovely @teenagezombiekryptonite​​ <3 I couldn’t tag you!

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; mutual pining, friends to lovers, use of endearment “sweetheart”, intimate embraces (cuddling, thigh touching), slight possessiveness, teasing, flirting, kissing, lingerie on reader, light choking, teasing, nipple play, marking (love-bites, tusks), fingering, slight praise kink, penetrative sex (no mention of protection or explicit release), clitoral play

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Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life. 

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

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It's Time To Do Your Thing

Day Ten: Cockwarming | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: There's just something about a manipulative authority figure... right? Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, cockwarming, manipulation, coercion, praise, strip tease??, vaginal penetration, choking//collaring (he uses his tie), dacryphilia. Words: 1.9k

“Sit still for me sweetheart.” your superior commanded.

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!” you cried.

Nanami had invented a way to manipulate you into fucking him. And honestly; he was pretty proud of himself. When he approached you last week and offered some one-on-one training, you jumped at the chance. He may not be able to perform domain expansions like Gojo, but he’s still an amazing sorcerer. Who were you to turn down additional support? You’d do anything to get ahead in your career, and the better you were at using Jujutsu, the better help you’d be for your students.

You were grateful, albeit a little confused when he didn’t invite you out to go curse hunting. Instead, he drove you to his apartment. But that’s okay… Right? He probably has tools and things here he needs to get before he heads out. Although you’ve never actually seen him use anything besides that blunt, wrapped sword. But that’s okay too, just because he doesn’t use any other weapon isn’t to say he doesn’t have other weapons. It’s the only logical explanation as to why you were in his apartment right now. He was finding a spare tool just for you!

Alas, that suspicion was dashed as you watched Nanami remove his tie, calmly. Before you could ask what he was doing, he tied the spotty yellow accessory around your neck. You would have objected; but you were just totally lost for words at what was happening. When there was a secure knot around your neck, he tugged you closer to him.

“Please remove your clothes… Slowly.” he demanded. He backed away to form a gap between you both. He wanted to see you do as you were instructed and enjoy the display. He began unbuttoning the top button of his cobalt blue shirt.

“I don’t—”

“Speak up if you have something to say.” he interjected, insulting your whispering tone. You couldn’t help it. Your throat practically closed all on its own. “Confidence plays a role in Jujutsu, you know.”

“I d-don’t- why are you- how is this going to help?” you stuttered. His vision sharpened in on you. The stuttering displeased him, immensely. “I’m just not sure how removing our clothes is going to make me a better sorcerer.

“Are you questioning me?”

“N-No! I just—” you choked as you found yourself being dragged closer to the blonde man before you once again. He looked down sternly into your eyes, his lips in a tight line as he planned his next words. You knew he was preparing to chew you out. But what he was actually doing was attempting to come up with a plausible lie to manipulate you into thinking this is acceptable conduct from a superior.

“Jujutsu is all about endurance. Whoever has the weakest will to go on, less energy to fight, will lose. This is to help you. But if you’re too selfish…” he trailed off, knowing the idle threat of removing the opportunity from you would have you at his beck and call.

“’m not selfish! ‘m sorry Nanami, just didn’t understand! Please… Please help me. I’m so grateful, promise.” you whimpered pathetically. You even began to remove your clothing for him, just as he’d asked. Better late than never, he supposes.

He joins you in continuing to take off more articles of clothing. He’s satisfied with the speed you find yourself naked. While shirtless, he pauses to inspect your body. He has waited an awfully long time to see you like this. In this vulnerable, intimate state. And you’re too dense to realise it’s all a rouse. But he’ll never tell, and he’s sure you’ll keep it secret too. God forbid any of the higher ups discover his sick little plan. If you’re both careful, both smart about this, you could probably do this forever. You feel a little embarrassed under his harsh gaze, using your arms to cover whatever intimate areas as best you can. He tuts once and shakes his head.

“Don’t do that. You have a fine body, beautiful in fact.” he admits. You don’t really want to uncover yourself, but you do as he asks regardless. He raises his index finger, whistling as he spins it through the air. You obey his speechless command and spin around. You’re unsure if he wants you to do a 360˚ or 180˚. “Stop.” he speaks while your back is facing him.

He comes up behind you, palming his hands over the fat of your right ass cheek. He knows you’re only doing it because you’re uncomfortable, but he’s revelling in the way you’re squirming around under his touch. Has it been a while for you, perhaps? Just as it had been quite some time for him? You yip as you feel his palm collide with your soft flesh.

“I want you to remove my trousers and underwear for me.” he informs you. You’re spun around to be facing him, and soon he’s pressing down on your shoulders, indicating that he wants you on your knees. He doesn’t want his cock sucked. He knows exactly what he wants. But it will come, all in good time. He just wants to see how far you’ll go for this, for him.

Trembling fingers are working at the complexities of the material that his cock is straining against. He doesn’t mind that you are fumbling and taking too long. He knows this is a lot for you to handle out of the blue. He can see in the way your whole body shakes that you’re terrified, but he’ll be gentle with you – mostly.

Finally his member springs free and thumps against his chiselled body. Even he cracks a little smile on that serious expression when he notices your eyes bulge in fascination. The little patches of drool forming in the corner of your mouth don’t go unnoticed either.

It’s so pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. If Nanami didn’t know any better, he’d thinking you were falling in love. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely salivating over his dick like this. What else were you meant to do? The tip was pink and pretty, the type of pink that makes you feel giddy. The head wasn’t particularly large, but had a beautifully distinct mushroom shape. The slit was delectable, too. A gorgeous hole that you wanted nothing more than to tease with your tongue. And it was already leaking for you. So pearly and drippy. The length was admirable, too. It was a just perfect girth; and not too veiny. Two distinct veins ran along the underside his his length.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to have it, to taste it. But before you could swallow him up, he yanked on your makeshift leash and tugged you away from his erection.

“Not today.”

“But—”

“This is business, not pleasure, remember?” he reminded you. You nodded, dumbly. How could you be so stupid? It was so amusing to him. His sweet, naïve girl. “When I sit down, you’re going to sink yourself down onto me.” he instructed. You squinted at him in confusion, it seemed like an over explanatory way of saying he wanted to have sex with you.

“You want me to ride you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Because that is what it sounds like he wants, but he shakes his head. What a silly girl you are. There’s more to life than fucking.

“I just want your cunt wrapped around me.”

Your knees were either side of his thighs as your pussy enveloped his desperate, wanting cock. It shocked you that Nanami was such a gentle kisser, very sweet and tender. Even as he moved from your lips to other parts of your body, he was never rough with you. Featherlight kisses worked down to your neck, your shoulders, and eventually the soft flesh of your breasts.

This is the extent of your encounter, this is all you’d been doing with him for the last half an hour. His lips and wet tongue felt perfect around your protruding nipples; but now it was nowhere near close to enough. You were so full, full of him, and yet there was no relief. His cock head was nuzzled in snuggly against your g-spot. It would be so easy for him to fuck up into you, granting both the release you desperately craved. But he had forbade it. He stilled your attempt at riding him by digging his fingers into your hips and slamming you back down in place.

“Sit still for me sweetheart.”

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!”

It was embarrassing. Wriggling around in his lap like a desperate virgin. It was out of your control now. Your cunt was soaking wet because of him and he could feel the way your sopping walls clenched around him. Even he has to admit that he can barely hold himself back anymore.

“You’re never going to reach my level if you can’t endure. A little pathetic aren’t you, hm?” he taunts. It’s mean an unnecessary, but it’s all part of a larger scheme. If you feel like you’ve failed, you’ll be desperate to do it again and prove him wrong. And he can keep up this charade for as long as he can get away with.

“I- I can’t! Nanami please, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me! I need it, need it s’bad!” you are nearly screaming as you beg and plead with him to make your dreams a reality. He hushes you as he repositions himself ever so slightly. He needs to get a more comfortable angle if he wants you to see what he’s truly capable of. Nanami kisses the shell of your ear a few times and coos. He’s going to make it better, he’s going to make you feel better.

“So obedient for me angel, aren’t you?” he whispers to you, bouncing you lightly on the length of his cock. It’s not enough, you know it and he knows it. He’s just getting started. He picks up the pace as he aligns his mouth to whisper into your ear once again. “You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for cock.” the vibrations of his voice traverse directly into your ear canal and make you shudder. He grunts harshly as his whispering results in your cunt clamping him in a vice grip once again.

“Wanna be a good girl… Wanna be a good sorcerer!” you explain. He shushes you again and praises you for your determination. His thumbs are put to use when tears spill from your eyes; the pleasure of his cock finally pleasing you feeling so heavenly and so intense all in one.

“Good girls… Good sorcerers can endure their training. Good girls aren’t desperate to get fucked by their superiors.” he hums. He does feel a little guilty. He’s chastising you for no good reason, after all. He wanted this just as much as you did – if not more so, in fact. But the way you sniffle at his words dashes any guilt he felt. You really are a good girl.

“’m sorry N-Nanami. I’ll do- I’ll do better n-next time! Promise!” you stutter, hoping to get your point across. You know you’re understood when his index finger and thumb find your chin, tilting your face to his. His lips meet yours in another sweet, delicate kiss.

“Ah, yes.” he begins, “Clever girl. Next time.”

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LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!!☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

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"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

Sparks in the Dark | Chargebolt (Kaminari Denki)

A/N: This is part of a choose-your-own adventure, NSFW Collab with the BNHarem Discord Server.  The Intro and Master List can be found HERE 

Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia Pairing: ProHero Chargebolt (Denki Kaminari) x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k  Warnings: all characters are 21+, alcohol use, escorts/hosts, glory hole, oral sex, unprotected sex, nervous!Kaminari, mentions of anxiety and unease.  P.S. I plan to write at least one more part to this because I just honestly love this version of Kaminari and this whole AU theme. 

Denki Kaminari sat down with a huff, clutching his glass of Mountain Dew and gin; a drink that Tetsutetsu had turned him on to and was surprisingly not the worst thing he had ever tasted. He swirled the greenish liquid around in the fancy glass before taking a swig and silently praying that it would help calm his nerves. Across the round table set with fine porcelain dinnerware, he watched his silver haired friend carry on a very animated conversation with one of the scantily clad waitresses that had stopped by to offer them more drinks. 

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No demon is ready for him lol. That earns you a wonderful spot if you can conquer bakugou. Lol

Demon!Reader;'Fear me mortal for I,Am Y/N,one of the most powerful beings from hell and the daughter of Satan himself,know as the soul keeper-'

Bakugo;'Ok sure whatever,now can ya squirt or what?'

Demon!Reader:'..father I take it back I am not ready for humans'

Bakugou: I’m telling ya mamas, you’ve never seen a dick as well pierced as mine. C’mon you can go on top and everything

Demon reader, frantically redrawing her rune: I promise I won’t talk back again father, please let me come back home, this mortal is crazy!!!

Lmfao. I would love for that to happen

Ngh going to the laundromat across the street late at night cuz it’s the only time it’s not full, and there you fine Mikey waiting for his clothes in the washer, lollipop stick twisting up and down.

At first you walked past him with a fleeting look at the same time he momentarily looked your way, then the two of you do a double take at the same time, cuz fuck Mikey is handsome and damn where have you been in his life.

He talks to you while you load up the washer, smooth talker and a little too cocky, toeing the thin line between reckless and a bit unhinged- it’s hot regardless. And Mikey likes how you roll your eyes despite giggling so adorably to his nonsense, thinks that a pretty thing like you must be taken already and are only being nice to a random guy- then again, he doesn’t really care.

And, well, long story short, Mikey has you on top of your washer, a hand pressed on the back of your neck to keep you smothered on a breathless kiss, and the other is under your one of your thighs squeezed around his hips, your ankles locked on his lower back as he drops you over and over on his cock, with lewd and obscene “fwop fwop fwop” of squelching juices. As much as you tell him, beg him “s-slow down Mikey… the win-ndow, someone could see us~”, he can only think about how pretty you look under the pink neon light of the laundromat, specially when your eyes cross at the middle when you cum.

The next day you’re dazed and numb from the waist down, the best fuck of your life like never before. But part of you thinks it’s a onetime thing and you’d never really see Mikey again so you go on with the rest of your life without making such a big deal out of it.

Jokes on you tho. Now you got a gang leader absolutely obsessed with you uwu.

I believe it all. Tbh especially izuku. Lol he'd definitely call someone bunny while thrusting inside like a maniac

if requests are open, could I please get kink headcanons for the main three bnha boys (deku, bakugou, todoroki)? but if not, just ignore this. love your blog!!!

some kinks they have

⤷ with: todoroki shoto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku.

⤷ content warning: female reader. nsfw content. edging, overstimulation, dub-con (somnophilia), dacryphilia, impact-play, pain-play, pet-play, breeding, etc. just a lot of different kinks being discussed.    

⤷ a/n: requests are always open! thank you so much for sending this in! just did a few each, but if you want me to share more or write for other characters, let me know! 🖤 

before you request / writing disclaimer

todoroki shoto

overstimulation – purely for selfish reasons. sometimes he wants to spend hours between your legs, using his mouth on you for his own stress relief, and he doesn’t think about how many times you cum. alternatively, the sight of your cunt taking his cock so well puts literal hearts in his eyes – and the fucking mess you’re making on him. he can’t settle for just one, he needs more. he tightens his grip on your vibrator or presses his fingers harder into your clit, begging you, “just one more, need another, baby, please.”  

free-use – being a service top is in his nature. treat him like a toy to get off with. if you’re laying on the couch and randomly decide you need your pussy eaten, shoto is positioning himself between your thighs before you’re even done asking. tell him you need to be fucked and he’s hard within seconds, ready to fuck you (and himself) dumb. 

panties – lifting up your skirt to see what pair you’re wearing. gently pressing his fingers into the fabric, or pulling it up between the lips of your cunt. nuzzling his face into you and teasing you with kisses and quick swipes of his tongue. snatching them when you’re in public and keeping them safe in his back pocket. more of a fetish than a kink.

praise – needs to hear how good he’s making you feel. run your fingers through his hair, caress his cheek, tell him how he’s being such a good boy and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

honorary mentions – toys, orgasm denial, temperature play.    

bakugou katsuki

somnophilia – being woken up with a blowjob is a fantasy for a lot of men, bakugou is no different. doesn’t take long to rouse him once you start palming him through his boxers, feeling his cock grow warm and thick in your hand. blinks his eyes open just in time to watch your tongue dart out to tease the tip. a large hand reaches down and holds the back of your head, guiding your motions as you take the rest of his length into your mouth.

voyeurism/exhibitionism and threesomes – despite his possessiveness, katsuki really enjoys sharing you. fucks you in front of his friends when he learns about the little crushes they have on you. if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let them have a turn. loves knowing everyone goes crazy for his girl. also likes watching you touch yourself, whether it’s on facetime or from a chair in front of the bed. 

impact play – only happens if you completely consent to it - acting out a kink is never worth compromising your wellbeing. katsuki has his own limits to this as well. roughing you up is fun, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he actually hurt you. spanking, slapping your tits, two love-taps on the cheek – all of that is fair game. primarily uses his hands, sometimes his belt (only if you ask for it), but not into using floggers or whips. don’t slap him unless you want him to splinter the headboard from how hard he’s fucking you. 

dacryphilia – doesn’t get off on your tears as much as the precious look on your face – eyes all wide and teary, bottom lip wobbling and nose twitching with the cutest sniffles. teases you for being such a crybaby, barely even did anything to ya. similarly, this doesn’t happen without consent and he has his limits. making you all fussy is fun, but degrading you to sobs doesn’t feel good at all.

honorary mentions – anal, choking, spitting.    

midoriya izuku

edging – izuku’s patience is a blessing and a curse. he can edge you for hours, gently petting your clit until you’re reduced to a drooling mess, and then he’ll take off your panties and give you more. something about the sight of your pussy getting desperate for him, all swollen and clenching around nothing, strings of slick drooling out and soaking the fabric of your panties (or making a mess all over the sheets below) is so cute to him.   

pet-play – as subtle or extreme as you want, whether you’re just wanting sweet petnames cooed into your ear or rough hands fastening a pretty collar around your neck.

breeding – maybe not the actual breeding part, but most definitely the act of cumming deep inside you. puts your birth control to the absolute fucking test, pumping load after load with his tip planted firm against your cervix. watches in awe as cum slowly leaks from your cunt, admiring the sight before fucking it back in with two thick fingers. 

pain/masochism – be rough with izuku. dig your nails into his back, pull his hair, bite his shoulder, nearly smother him between your thighs while you’re using his mouth to get off. it goes straight to his cock. whenever you think you’re being too mean, you can always be meaner. he’ll beg you for it if you’re feeling apprehensive.

honorary mentions – daddy kink, praise, restraints.  

💦🔫🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

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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Sex Text posts I found on fb that are undoubtedly Y/n talking about our boys😙😙

The tweet that started it all:

S. Todoroki:

E. Kirishima:

K. Bakugou:

I. Midoriya:

Reblog Nd add more if you want lol

Bully me....BULLY ME PLEASE!! 🥴🥴🥴🥴💦💦💦💦💦🔫

uhhhhh yeah

just

shinso and his lil bunny girl <3

he loves to be mean and pull on her ears when hes fucking her <3

## new match -> run rabbit, run.

— re: hitoshi shinsou.

— a/n: YES HELLO WRITING THIS MADE ME REALISE HOW MUCH I LOVE WRITING BUNNT READERS AND SHINSOU !! THANK YOU FOR OPENING MY EYES AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, bunny!hybrids, breeding, heavy!degredation, bully + mean!shinsou, hard dom!shinsou, spanking, impact play, slight!corruption, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, voyeurism maybe?? fem!reader.

— wc: 1.4K.

shinsou thought your existence was a crime.

how could it be that something so sweet and pure had fallen into his hands? next to you? his darling little bunny girl, hitoshi shinsou looked like a villain in disguise— a darkness in the form of a cloak sweeping around around you and corrupting you from the inside out.

you would have never done these elsewhere, with anyone other than him— the droplets perspiration in the form of pearls shine across your skin like the gems that they are under golden afternoon sunlight, the drops roll down the globes of your ass cheeks as shinsou bends you over in the field of sunflowers for the entire world to see.

you would have never done this. fold yourself over as he spreads your cheeks apart to slide his cock between, easily slipping past your near raw entrance to fill you up to the brim and touch at the deepest parts of your insides. you were too darling to think of something as raunchy as this on your own, but hitoshi had taught you this, to be dirty and sinful despite the innocent look the twitch of your coptton tail and floppy bunny ears.

but here you are, pressing back on shinsou’s fat dick even though it hurts to take him in your tight hole— clawing at the ground until there’s dirt under your nails and grime on your dress. there’s a patch of purple curls that tickle your lower back as he pushes back into you, nestled inside your honeybunny cunt that flutters a mile a minute like your fluffy tail. he’s not even moved and he can tell you’re sitting right on the edge, humping desperately against the hero despite the awkward burn of his intrusion while you adjust to his size.

“look at you bunny, such a fucking mess, slobberin’ all over and i’ve only just put it in you,” shinsou chuckles darkly, with a tug of your ears to pull a wail from your lips. lips that are already swollen and bitten from where you’ve kissed him without permission, and you couldn’t keep your naughty little paws to yourself. he’s not wrong however, your cunt drools slick in thick waves until it goops beneath your joined bodies and tangles in the fuzz right by hitoshi’s cock. and your mouth, god your mouth that doesn’t stop whining and whimpering at the delicious stretch and arch to your back— it drips, heavy with saliva, a sign of your skittish, empty bunny brain. “you’re so nasty bunny, can’t help but make me all messy. should be ashamed for dirtyin’ me up like this,”

heat flames under your skin, face hot and humiliated tears burning at your waterline— but you like it, you enjoy being tortured like the little bunny you are— like being chased by the fox that is hitoshi shinsou, the sun beats down on your conjoined bodies, but nothing feels hotter than the slight thrust hitoshi gives to your needy juicy hole before he pulls back, tip dragging against ever pleasure spot on your snug ribbed walls.

“h-hitoshi...toshi, it hurts, please,” you whimper, words broken up by your hiccups and heaving chest— salt and crystalline tears gathering on your cupids bow. your nose twitches, bottom and tail soaked with your arousal as it rubs tracks down your thighs. you’re so wet the pain and burn of his fat cock should have stopped, but you like it like this. “it hurts, hurts s’much, please don’ stop,”

stroke game strong, hitoshi rolls his hips into yours— sending your body lurching forward and a shiver down your curved spine. you arch for him before he even has to put a hand on the base of your spine, giving him a perfect view of your ass and white cotton tail. he tugs it on his way down to your clit, drawing smooth circles into the soaked swollen nub so that you take him easier.

“it hurts, huh? but you want more, right?” shinsou asks you, voice feather light while he builds up momentum behind his thrusts. “how pathetic, you can’t even make up your mind, can you? just getting dumber and dumber the more i hurt you,” his voice is chill despite the summer breeze only making your brain tingle as he thumbs your clit and quickly pumps himself inside your gummy cunt. “such a brain dead bunny, don’t even know what you’re begging for,”

the clap of his balls against your swollen nub makes you short circuit, body jolting and brain fuzzy. “t-toshi, toshi, please i wan’ it,” you cry, squeaking as your bunny ears thump against the ground you squeeze to stabilise yourself. you do, you want it so bad your body aches as you keep yourself in place letting shinsou’s his canter into yours at an increasingly aggressive pace. you squeak, squeeze down on his cock until the veins up and down shinsou’s shaft catch on the ridges in your heat— massaging him until his breath is light and eyes start rolling.

“please, please, please— you’re so fucking loud for a bunny. aren’t you supposed to be quiet?” shinsou scolds you even as your eyes brim with fat tears once again, he grips your ears and forces your head down into the dirt, using his grip on you as leverage to fuck your tight hole nice and deep, bullying your soft insides. your cries are muffled against the ground, what once echoed throughout the empty field flits between clammy bodies and skin slapping against skin.

your hips jump up as the coil in your lower tummy starts to tighten, the edge of which your high resides starts to become clearer despite the blurriness of your tears. it feels so good, all at once and suddenly it’s way too much— even though you try to scramble away, hitoshi keeps you on a tight leash— bruising grip on your hips, as his cock chaises the welcoming heat of your spasming and dripping cunt.

shinsou tuts and when he speaks his voice drips with disappointment, only lifting with his mocking tone. “run rabbit, run rabbit, run...run...run.” he growls, lips pulling into a smirk that only makes the fire in your tummy burn more. “you wanted this, my cock, to be fucked. so take it, dumb fucking bunny.”

wailing louder, you take what shinsou gives you until you can no longer breathe and you’re left at his mercy— collapsing into the dirt in a pile of shaky limbs. his cock jams up your cervix, bullying you cunt until your clamping down so tight a milky ring appears around his base, a mix of your arousals. “toshi, ‘m so so close—haa, jus wanna cum, please lemme cum!” you babble any word that comes to mind, eyes red and as puffy as your ravaged pussy while hitoshi picks up the pace, spanking your ass raw and tugging your tail hard. “promise not to—to tease ever again! never to run again! n-no, no, no!”

“you’re not gonna run anymore? gonna be my good bunny, yeah?” shinsou cackles in amusement, although sweat drips from his brow from his exertion and the slow rolls of his hips into your ass. “think that’s earned you the right to cum for me, bun, cream on this cock. make me cum.” he commands you and your body swiftly follows— sent hurtling over the edge of ecstasy and into a deep pool of lust as your release gushes between your joined bodies.

your heart rate quickens, overwhelming you as you tremble and twitch beneath hitoshi— sweet cunt fluttering around him all through the after shocks of your high. with one last cry of his name, shinsou collapses on top of you— the brunt of his wait nearly crushing you as his hips canter into your weak body from behind, seed spilling into your tight hole to add to your slick mess that that drips to the ground in thick globs.

“that’s a nasty little bunny,” he manages to coo to you, breathless, still grinding against you and pushing his cum deep into your womb. “filled with nothing but cock and cum.”

a sick smile lays spread across his lips when your tight hole begins to twitch to life again, ready for another load of his cum— amusing him as a single thought crosses his mind;

isn’t just so wonderful having a little bunny to bully, all to yourself?

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.

warnings: smut, angry rough sex, biting, choking, dumbification

iwaizumi couldn’t even remember what triggered the argument. it was something small that shouldn’t have mattered that snowballed faster then either of you could stop it. he should’ve expected this to happen. both of you had been so busy and stressed, spending too much time apart, it was only a matter of time until something snapped and you ended up here. the two of you had been at it for an hour now, harsh quiet tones turned to screaming turned to silence that was louder then anything yelled before.

he hates this, the tightness in his chest and heat in his face. he’s about to give in, tell you that you both needed to cool off cause the fight was only going in circles when you speak up again. it’s strange, he doesn’t hear your words exactly but your tone, half petty and half challenging echoes in his ears and he’s moving towards you before his mind can catch up, shoving three fingers in your mouth, hooking them and pulling at your jaw until your flustered face is only a breath’s distance from his stony one.

say that again, i dare you.

instead, you bite down on his fingers and everything clicks in his head. you need your stubbornness fucked out of you as badly as he needs to take his frustrations out on your cunt. it’s a blur of motion after that, wrestling you to the floor on your hands and knees, pulling your pants down and ripping your panties off you while he shuffles his sweats down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. his suspicions are only confirmed when his tip meets your dripping entrance and you’re the one pushing your hips back trying to get him to hurry up. he’s quick to reach around and wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing it once in warning.

you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way? your choice, princess.

he sinks himself inside you in one thrust just as your mouth opens to answer, snickering at the moan you let out instead of whatever sarcastic answer he’s sure was coming. it’s messy, more of a fight as you manage to roll away at one point just for iwaizumi to grab your ankle and drag you back beneath him, this time folding you until your knees hit your chest and he could watch the angry glint in your eyes melt away as he fucked you into the floor. his own hips stutter when you call out his name, your tongue lolling out when he finds that spot inside you that has you gripping him so tight his eyes roll back.

there’s my sweet girl, you just needed your pretty pussy stuffed, didn’t you? not gonna answer, did i fuck you dumb already, princess? don’t worry you don’t need to think, just be a good whore and take it.

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That was so sweet it gave me diabetes ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍

SOFT THIRST!

remember that tender slow loving with Bakugou?

Instead, make it Deku, calling you sweetheart , telling you your a good girl for Cumming on his dick. Just, while he's fucking you, he grabs onto the headboard to really get in there. After he cuts in you just think of the after care, soft pets, reassurance

You did soo well.

Hope that's soft enough

I’m in such a mood for soft sex with Deku it’s not even funny lol. He’d be SO sweet on you. I’m down for this for sure.

“Hah, Izu-!”

“How’s it feel, baby? You’re doing so good...”

His words are soft-spoken as he rocks his hips into yours, lips barely brushing against the shell of your burning ear. Everything feels hot- the sheets underneath you, your chest, his hands...the same hands that trail down your sides and grip onto your hips. His fingers press into your soft skin as he pulls you closer to him, your legs folding back against your chest as he takes his time with you. One hand comes to rest against the headboard while the other kneads and squeezes at a particularly sensitive spot on your thigh leaving you a moaning mess. 

His lips are parted as he places an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. It’s gentle, full of care and love and promises made in the form of tender love bites. Every roll of his hips brings on a new wave of bliss for you, and you find yourself nearer to the edge each time he drives his cock into you slowly and deeply. His rhythm never falters but his breath hitches from time to time, and he raises his head from the crook of your neck to hover over you, his eyes half lidded and a few stray curls sticking to his face as he gives you the most adoring look you’ve seen.

“Baby,” he swoons, trying to get your attention. “Sweetheart, look at me.” His voice is breathy and light, sugar coated with his love for you. But you’re focused on your own pleasure, and you have a hard time looking up at him when he’s fucking you so deep that you can’t think straight. Your eyes are closed, head thrown back as you start to feel the beginning of your orgasm.

“So close...aha- Come on, babe, you’re almost there-” 

“Izuku!”

You barely register his words as you let out a soft cry, your arms wrapping around his neck while he grinds into you and gives a high pitched moan. You can’t help the way you squeeze around him, the way your legs stretch out at his sides and how your back arches as he ruts into you. At some point during your release your eyes crack open, and you meet his gaze, and it’s like the world stops for you; there’s nothing but the intense green glow of his eyes, no sound other than the whine leaving his lips, and no feeling in the world that could compare to the warmth in your chest as he looks at you like that. Eyes glazed over, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a soft smile adorns his face. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. The words fall out of his mouth over and over and over again until there’s tears in your eyes and his voice is cracking with emotion.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for- ngh...! Cumming on my cock like that...haa...”

His grip on the headboard tightens, his lips clashing with yours in a heated kiss as he whines and pushes into you as deeply as possible. It only takes him a few thrusts before he’s spent, a small gasp escaping him as he buries his face in your neck and spills into you for all he’s worth.

“I love you, Y/N, I love you! Love you so much!”

“Izuku...” you moan back.

It’s hard to think of anything else to say that’s not his name, that doesn’t involve the phrase ‘I love you’. You’re drowning in his love, swimming in his adoration and care. He falls onto the bed next to you panting, drawing you into his embrace and holding you close to his chest. He refuses to pull out yet, instead letting the both of you bask in the afterglow like this together.

“You did so good, Y/N. You always do so well, baby. I love you so, so, so much.” And he means it; he always does. “Do you need anything, honey?”

“Just you,” you reply quietly, snuggling further into him. The tears at the corners of your eyes start to fall then, and he’s right there to catch them, to wipe them away with his thumb and give you sweet kisses all over your face. He offers to fetch some water for you but you stop him before he can leave the bed, or you for that matter, and keep him close to you. “I just want to stay here with you a bit longer,” you tell him.

He obliges, and the two of you spend your time embracing each other tenderly and sharing kisses.

He’s all you’ve ever needed, and you’re all he’s ever wanted.

🥴🥴🥴🥵🥵🥵🥵⚰️

Okay okay okay I have this idea that is very chaotic but full of potential-

Imagine: reject humanity, become professional monster fucker. Full on explorer style, with maps and instructions to every region in the world like how those food connoisseurs do- but monster dick connoisseur instead.

Jumping from one place to another, finding every monster out there, fucking dragon Kirishima, then Vampire Todoroki, then werewolf Izuku, then octopus Sero- literally getting your guts rearranged while shakily putting a check mark on your wishlist. Don’t get me started on the boys’ reactions. They all do the stereotypical “I’m gonna eat you” monster act only to get slightly concern because you’re sweating and panting a little too excitedly to be labeled off as fear (jokes on them, they stuck with you, not the other way around)

You somehow find your way into hell and literally fuck demon king Bakugou off the throne Montero style

Just imagine the stories you tell your hybrid babies and they reevaluate their entire existence

MIGGI!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been a closeted monster fucker for absolutely too long and I can no longer hide it. this would literally be a dream come true and I’m GOING FERAL???????

Fucking Dragon Kirishima is probably one of the hardest fucks you’ve had. Not only is the dragon hybrid fucking massive, he has a dick to match his overall size. His hands that turn into sharp red claws are constantly digging into you whenever he fucks you full. And his knot—you had taken knots before, but Kiri’s was so fucking fat, that you passed out the moment it locked the two of you together. Definitely 12/10 experience.

Vampire Todoroki was a drast difference to Dragon Kirishima, but not in a bad way. While Kiri was all heat and mass and muscle, Todoroki was ice cold and lean, but quick as fuck. When he bit you, he expected for you to scream and plead for your life. What he wasn’t expecting, was for you to moan, hook a leg around his waist, and grind up into him. You left his spooky ass mansion with ice burns and a shitload of bite marks.

Octopus Sero was a different speed from what you were used to. He wasn’t heavy like mermaids, or staticky like eels, but slimy and always felt like he was touching you everywhere. The moment he had you pinned under him in the sand, every hole in your body was filled to the fucking brim. Your favorite part of the experience was definitely his suctions clamping over your nipples.

Werewolf Izuku was so fucking cute. Trying to be all intimidating and scary with his thick green fur and lightning sharp eyes. But he was nothing but a big puppy the moment you presented like a good little bitch and asked him to breed you. He just kept huffing and rutting into you, whining about wanting to fuck a whole litter of pups into your cunt.

And Demon King Bakugou. Oh bitch. He loves fucking mortals on his throne, and you’re no exception. He tried scaring you with a sharp claw to the throat, but all you did was push harder, let him nick the skin, and moan when he licked your blood from his fingertip. He wants to put up a fight when you grab his horns and ride him like he’s nothing but a bottom bull bitch, but you feel too good for him to stop you.

My heart 💔..oh god....the tears 😭😭😭😭

Not Mine- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: I’m using my phone bc my computer is Brocken 😩

Summary: y/n knew the relationship was over the moment he asked her out. That didn’t stop her from lying to herself

Warning: angst, no fluff, mentions of sexual activity

Quirk: illusion; you can make others see things that aren’t there, but talking snaps them out of it

You stare ahead, watching the class in front of you. You’ve grown up with these people, learned how to become a hero. You’ve observed them for three years, mentally noting everything about them. You especially took notice of Bakugou, your beloved boyfriend. You loved writing down all his favorite things, they made you feel special. You even wrote down his love for Uraraka. Making a small graph of his love for both of you. She would always have a higher line than you.

—————

It doesn’t take a pro hero to see the way he looks at her. It’s nothing compared to how he looks at you, but the lingering of regret never ceases to hurt. You know he thinks about what might have been if he chose the lovely Uraraka. But you also know he’s happy enough with you. Enough being the key word for the entirety of the relationship.

You walk towards Bakugou, him standing near the food table. You were both invited to UA’s reunion. Of course you had to convince Bakugou to even consider it. But threatening sobriety to sex got him dressed up for the night.

“Suki, can we go dance?” You ask softy, just so he can hear. The music blasting is from the year you graduated, reminding you of your first prom. Bakugou was your date of course, but he spent the night consoling Uraraka after her date left. You didn’t want to be selfish so you allowed her to sink her hooks into his wandering heart. They were deep, lasting years later.

“No fucking way. Only losers dance to this music.” He grunts. You grab a cupcake from the table, trying to brush off his rejection. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the music is trash. But it’s still your favorite song.

“Alright, then I’m going to join Denki and Jirou on the floor!” You try to assure him secretly, telling him he isn’t hurting you.

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself?” He chuckles to himself. This time you don’t assure him of anything. You simply shrug and head towards your favorite short haired lady and her husband.

The word husband is odd to you. You’ve never once thought of yourself getting married, yet the word stings. It could be because after four years half your class is already happily married, some with kids of their own. While you are left with a cracking heart and a man who isn’t sure he even wants you.

You grab Jirou’s hand, letting her know you’re here. She quickly turns to you, a smile growing on her face. “Y/n! I’m glad you joined us! I was getting worried Bakugou might make you leave the party with him.” She comments. It’s harmless, but you know that’s something he would do. Jirou taps Denki’s arm, trying to shout over the music. His eyes are pure white, a glassy look over both of them. You often forget the accident that caused Denki to lose his sight. How things have changed.

“Oh awesome! Didnt see you there, Y/n!” He jokes, this time you laugh.

Once the song ends, a slower song starts to take over. You excuse yourself, knowing they’d want to have that dance alone. You don’t hesitate to look for Bakugou, ready to ask one more time. But you stop, seeing him already partnered up with the brunette you never seemed to hate. She’s absolutely glowing under the soft light. Reminding you that you’ll never be her.

You let out a sigh, suddenly taking in reality for the last time. He’ll never be yours truly. He’ll always have that roaming doubt in his mind that he chose the wrong girl. You can’t blame him. He chose you as a teen and decided to stay. You can only thank him for trying.

You don’t mean to attract attention from anyway as you slowly move towards your things. You grab your keys and jacket from your table, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

You’re stopped by a black haired figure. You remember him having vibrant red hair, but the change is nice. It’s good to see Kirishima finally learning to love himself.

“Let me drive you home. That way Bakugou doesn’t have an excuse to stay at Uraraka’s.” Kiri’s voice is dripping with venom when he mentions Bakugou. You nod, leaving the keys back on the table and following Kirishima out of the large school building. You don’t even notice Bakugou pushing Uraraka away and running for his keys. He never makes it to you in time, Kirishima already pulling out of the parking lot as Bakugou rushes out the doors. It’s a small hit that makes him realize he’s fucking up.

—————

You wake up in your apartment, the other side of your bed empty. You no longer reach over, pretending that he’ll be there. You simply suck it up and plan on what to pack for your parent’s house.

You lift up the heavy bag containing your clothes and personal belongings before exiting the bedroom. You instantly see Bakugou hunched over the couch. He snaps up once he hears the door click.

His eyes are red and puffy, his hair messier than usual. But you can’t pitty him and stay. You can’t act like he doesn’t love another girl more than you. Because he does. And that’s not your fault. It’s not his either. It’s just the way things go.

“Uhm, I left some photos of us on the bed if you want to keep them. I don’t really need them.” You try not to sound drained.

“You don’t have to leave. We can work this out! I’ll avoid Uraraka, I’ll change my patrol times so I never see her again!” You can tell by the way he lists those off that he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t have to avoid his friend for you. If he did you’d feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I love you, Suki. But you’re not mine.” You hum, dragging the bag behind you. Before shutting the front door, you glance back. Memorizing the broken boy you see behind you, knowing that he’ll be happier soon. You shut the door, heading towards your car.

It’s the early morning and the birds are chirping. Telling you that you’re as free as them.m and that Bakugou can finally be with the girl he wants.

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥴💦

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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

— 2.5k words

"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."

click to return to CLUB 777.

Fuck....FUCK!!!! IM GOING TO HELL 🥴🥵⚰️💦

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

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“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

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d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

hanta sero | f!reader, horny!reader, alcohol, bartender!hanta, car sex, riding, half-assed confessions, praise. minors dni!

— 2.9k words

"Look at you, shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Okay, that's enough."

You whine when your shot is plucked out of your hands, your fingers grabbing around nothing once it gets too far from your reach.

"N-No wai—hic!—'m not done yet 'n I paid for that."

You don't even have the sobriety to act enthusiastic, and the bartender raises a pierced eyebrow.

"The club's closing."

You click your tongue at that and groan, before pushing your upper body away from the bar to see that there's no one else here but you and the bartender, with proper lights on to illuminate that the place is a fucking mess.

"What? What happ—happened to partyin' all night long..." You drift, eyes narrowing to make out the floating words on the bartender's name tag, "...Hinata?"

"It's been all night. And it's Hanta," he says curtly, drying what you think might be your shot glass with a fluffy white towel. What a waste. "Another ex?"

"Fine." you nearly yell, dropping your forehead on the bar so hard it hurts—or it would have if you were sober. Which you are. Totally. "And yes. I'm thinking of buying this one dead roses. For shits 'n—hic—gigs."

"Creative," he snorts, sliding his forearms onto the table until they bump into yours from the opposing side. A glass is set next to your head. "C'mon. I'll give you time to sober up while I put everything away. Deal?"

"'N how long 's that gon' take," you struggle to sit up, body tilting to the right despite your best efforts to sit up straight. Hanta shrugs.

"Thirty minutes?"

"That's fine then," you nod, looking around the place through swollen eyes. "'S empty."

"It is. C'mon, drink," he nudges the glass of water your way. You scowl.

"'S gonna make me sober?"

"Yup," Hanta nods, popping the 'p.' You sigh before tossing your head back with another obnoxious groan.

"Then I don' want it," and you contemplate tossing the drink onto the floor, but you figure Hanta wouldn't like that very much. You opt for a pout instead.

"Well, you need it. You're fucked," he says kindly, before picking up the cup full of water and dropping it under your nose. "Now drink."

You sigh, already feeling the sobriety kicking in as you grab your glass by the waist. "You're so fucking difficult."

"Sobriety is good," the bartender offers. You snort.

"Sobriety is fucking terrible," you reply, already hating that it's already kicking in after a few sips. "People come to the club to get fucked. No way I have to leave sober."

"Sober enough to get home," Hanta edits with a nod. It's tempting to throw your heel at his face.

"Sober enough to hate life again," You grouse with narrowed eyes. Hanta shrugs.

"And once you spend a few days hating life, suddenly it doesn't seem so bad," he smiles cheekily before turning his back to you to wash whatever, and you roll your eyes at his optimism.

You stare at him, lips twisted in a disrespectful confusion, and definitely not admiring how the muscles of his back roll under that tight black shirt while he washes the dishes. How can someone look sexy washing the dishes, one may ask, and the answer is—you can't. Therefore, you wholly and completely blame the alcohol for the flush in your cheeks as you pat your back pockets for your wallet so you can pay for a taxi and stumble home to deal with the hangover at work tomorrow.

"You good?" He raises a pierced eyebrow, turning around when you fail to speak. You grimace.

"...My wallet's missing."

Hanta's entire body sags, the rag in his hand hitting the counter as he gives you a look of pure and utter exasperation.

"You're kidding me."

"I..." you pat your butt, just to check and, "Yeah. It's fucking gone."

The noirette runs a heavy hand over his face, before rubbing at the corner of his eyes with a faint yawn. "Fine, then. I can take you home, but you have to wait until I'm done closing."

"Does that mean I can have another drink?" You ask slyly, inching so close your gut digs into the bar in question. Hanta gives you a look of near-disgust.

"No."

You pout, though you don't move away. He's close enough that he's starting to blur but not aggressively close. You notice the faint smattering of freckles against his cheeks, eyes flickering to Hanta's lips as a pink tongue darts to gloss them over.

"You're not bad up close, you know," you breathe, running a finger up the visible vein up his arm. Hanta's eyes dilate but he moves away, and you huff, returning to your seat with a pout at the brush-off.

"You're no fun," you grumble, tucking your hands under your chin. Hanta goes back to wiping down the bar with a chuckle.

"It's against policy," is all he grunts. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah well, your policy fucking sucks," your tongue curls to spit vitriol in a way you didn't even know you could. Hanta's eyebrows raise in amusement at your petulance. "And what's the fucking policy? Don't get laid?"

"No, it's don't take advantage of tipsy customers," he nearly barks with a snort.

"I'm barely tipsy," you offer. Hanta freezes to look you up and down.

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

Hanta cocks an eyebrow and the car rumbles to a stop with a jingle of his key in the ignition. His eyes follow yours to the front door. The car ride was pleasantly silent—pleasantly, excluding the weighty air, you couldn't cut with a steak knife that forces your thighs to rub together.

"This is you?"

"Yup."

You pop the 'p' and make no move to get out; he doesn't unlock the door.

"It's a nice place."

"Thanks," you smile, and you have half a mind to invite him inside. You don't, though—you shouldn't. Because what do you think will happen?

"Um...so I guess this is goodbye. I guess." His fingers drum against the leather of his steering wheel, and your eyes drift to his hands.

"Yeah," you eye the purse sat in your lap. "Yeah, right."

He unlocks the door and your grip around your purse tightens as you reach for the door handle. "Thanks, agai—"

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

And he looks conflicted—drumming fingers changing from a random tap to an anxious beat, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek, and eyes darting everywhere but at you. You sit your elbows on the armrest console.

"Yes?"

"Um, okay," he huffs through his nose, dimples popping in a borderline acrid grin. "What if—what if I wanted to break the policy?"

You feign a gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your heart in sheer horror. "What? Not the policy!"

"Yeah, yeah okay," Hanta snorts, grabbing you by the back of the neck and grinning when you nearly squeal. "C'mere—I want to kiss you."

And, well. Who are you to deny such an offer?

Hanta tastes like gin. You wonder if he's allowed to drink on the job, but it's only a fleeting thought because he's tilting his head and moaning into your mouth, and you find yourself pushing back eagerly.

He's sinfully good with his lips, tongue, whatever—or maybe it's the alcohol. But either way, his lips are plush enough to enjoy but firm enough to dominate, and you melt into the seat as he pulls away and rasps:

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

Is it just hot in here, or is it just you?

"Um," you flush in seeing his smug grin while he patiently waits for your answer, and it's aggravating. "Good—I'm feeling good."

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

Hanta's chest rumbles and he's grinning against your lips. "Saying please already? Good girl."

When he presses his lips to yours again, it's with much more weight than the first kiss, and it nearly knocks you into the window. He trails hot kisses down the column of your neck, making you hiss when he bites right under your ear.

The next thing you know, Hanta's unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours, before huffing against your lips: "Backseat."

The moment you two squeeze between both seats, Hanta's pulling you into his lap, his hands taking possession of your waist as if they've always belonged there. As he sucks hickeys into your collarbone, he lifts an eyebrow in question as he slides his hands to the zipper of your dress. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling slowly. Hanta hisses and tightens his grip around your waist as he slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound of sliding metal bouncing off the doors of the heated car.

"Just as perfect as I thought they'd be," He groans, chuckling slightly when you berate him for being a pervert—not as if it matters now, with the top of your dress sliding down your arms and under your bra. His hips flex as yours pick up the pace, hiding a smile at the feeling of his hard cock growing against your inner thigh. Hanta shucks your dress to your waist with two big hands, keeping them at your ribs.

"Fuck—keep grinding on me, just like that baby," his eyes drop to watch your hips roll before he's recklessly shoving your bra straps down your shoulders. "You know, I always wondered how you dealt with those assholes. I wouldn't if you were mine."

"Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?" You huff a giggle, and Hanta's dimples pop.

"If you'll take it."

"Make me cum, first," you offer, hips stuttering when he tweaks a nipple. "And then take me on a date."

Hanta snorts, lips returning to your neck. "Aye aye, Cap'n."

You slap him across the chest and Hanta takes the brunt of it with a smile, slowly sliding a hand up your inner thigh that you didn't feel until right now.

He thumbs the hem of your panties in question. You nod without and he bites a lip as he pulls the flimsy thing to the side and slides a calloused finger into your throbbing cunt.

"So fucking wet, holy shit," he breathes against your neck. You rest a hand on the fogging window with a sigh, and pumps his finger slowly—whether it's to get you used to the feeling or to tease, you aren't quite sure.

"You can add another."

"I—" Hanta shudders, nails digging into the meat of your hips. "Okay. Yeah, okay."

As he pushes a second finger in with the first, you two hiss in unison, nails digging hot red lines into his muscled shoulders. Your walls bend around him easily, squeezing his digits with such a firmness it has the poor guy fantasizing what you'll feel like wrapped around his cock. He whimpers behind a bitten lip at the thought, thumb ghosting your clit with a determination to make you feel good.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Baby," he says, groaning when your hips gain a life of their own. Hanta wheezes a laugh at your desperation, strung tight from arousal. "What? Need me to go faster?"

You nod your head, whimpering a meek yes that would be embarrassing if you weren't so worked up. Hanta shakes his head with a low chuckle.

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

"Please!" You practically fling your upper body over his, "I wan—I nee—"

"What's that, my needy baby?" Hanta purrs behind a bitten lip, struggling to keep your hips from bucking because you just look so good. You know his hand has got to be cramping from the angle he fingers you at, but you figure that it doesn't matter—especially when he adds a third, to your pleasant surprise.

"Fuck!" You keen, body curling along with his fingers. Hanta groans as you contract around him and digs his teeth into the junction of your neck, making you gasp along with the painful pleasure.

"You need to fuck me like, right now," you pant, and it's clear you don't have to tell the noirette twice—his slick-soaked fingers rocket to his fly, pulling his cock out with suck a speed it would be worrying if you weren't equally desperate.

"Yes Ma'am," he smiles and you snort, rolling your eyes—though the light mood dies once the head of his cock kisses your entrance. Suddenly, you're not floating anymore but sat in Hanta's heated lap, making all of this feel so much more real—the fogged windows, the skin on skin, the heavy petting. You can't believe you've waited this long, but at the same time, surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"Ready?" You ask, knees digging into leather as you straddle his lap. Hanta's chest shudders.

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

With that, you press against him with a little more insistence and he pops the head of his cock in with a huff, muscled chest shuddering as you force yourself down until you hit the base.

"Shit," Hanta wheezes, grip tightening around your waist. He keeps you there—forces your lungs to work hard around his cock—and you quiver around him like a leaf in the wind.

"Look at you," Hanta coos like you're the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. "Shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" your throat contracts as you shift, inevitably nestling him deeper and pushing a quiet eep from your throat. It's clear Hanta's getting impatient, hips wiggling as a hot hand reaches for your hands to pin them behind your back. As he holds you at a 45-degree angle, to the point where you're slumped against the seat in front of you, the hand on your waist lifts before dropping you down again.

"Fuck!" You scream, thighs flexing as his hips pick up the pace fairly quickly. The noirette chuckles, tongue peeking in concentration as sweat starts to soak his hair to his forehead.

"Sorry," he pants, though he doesn't really sound that sorry, eyes fixated on where you're connected. "Did you say something? Can't really hear you over all the moaning."

You snarl at that, though it's hard to when he holds you at such an angle. You have half a mind to shut the fuck up, acknowledging that technically, you're outside—but another part of you thinks fuck it, you're forced to hear your neighbors go at it like bunnies at least once a week. They can suffer this one time, right?

"Shit—squeezing me so tight," Hanta grunts under his breath, eyebrows folding in ecstasy. "You trying to make me cum early, sweetheart?"

You whimper and shake your head as Hanta chuckles at how useless you are, as limp as a ragdoll while you take all of him so well. So, so well.

His thumb returns to your clit, and you both moan—you from the stimulation, he when you tighten around him. Hanta adjusts so you're properly sat in his lap again, his hot skin pressed to yours before his palm cracks against your ass with the one order, "Ride it."

Your thighs quiver pathetically as you lift yourself up on his cock, your throat tightening in a muffled squeal when his head rams into your cervix. You've never considered yourself to be a screamer but you suppose there are exceptions, and you consider getting properly fucked by your bartender in a bartender's backseat is a better excuse than any.

"Fuck—fuck just like that, fucking take it," Hanta's grunts are only semi-coherent as his hips buck in time with yours, the flush on his face growing down to his neck with the tight grip on your waist. There isn't much you can do but take it—and the fact that he gives you no wiggle room to squirm away gets you more excited than you feel it should.

"Where—" he pants, the car rocking with your movement as he latches a hand onto the back of the driver's seat. "W-where do you want me to...?"

"Inside," you whimper without a second thought. "I-Inside, please I nee—"

"I gotcha," Hanta's movements slow, opting for a smoother glide instead, and you find that the change in pace pushes you closer to the edge—and as does the thumb on your clit, which is slowly picking up the pace. "You gonna cum, Baby?"

You nod, but it earns you a spank on the ass, "Words, pretty girl."

"Y-Yeah, just—" He rolls your hips—and hard—and that final grind sends you flying off the edge, eyes skewing as you gasp his name. Hanta groans at the sight of you coming undone—the sight of you coming undone for him—and that's enough to make him curse under his breath before his hips stutter twice, and he's filling you with a groan.

"C'mere," he says, and you're not even sure he's done coming as he scrambles to pull you forward via your condensed top (which is between your upper and lower half) to pull you into a spit fueled kiss. It's messy and you're both exhausted, all tongue and spit, but it gets your blood boiling nevertheless. You're the first to pull away.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" You ask, knowing it's an invitation to come clean up and knock the fuck out together. Luckily, Hanta gets the memo, with his flushed face and pierced eyebrow.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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cough because of bakugou’s quirk, not only is he hard most of the time, but he’s sensitive bc of the extra blood flow. you could probably see the veins on his dick throbbing prettily from just a light blow of air. he cums with his full body because of this too, words turning into simple minded grunts and grunts turning in to keens cause, “fuckin’. tight.” not only that, but if he ever fingered you, you’d be just as sensitive. he loves rolling you onto your back and playing with your hole, rubbing around and inside and out, pulling and rubbing at any flesh that’s now puffy and flushed. laughing when you jerk and ask for a break, only to cry as he forces you to cum within inconceivable time frames of ten seconds while only rubbing the feverish skin. he loves the control he has over you so easily, but he’s always blown away when you get that control back cough

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 🥺

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yall wanna see me hoe rq?? lets think ab hood katsuki for a sec.

bye he calls u ma/mama, he's always down to spend money on you and he's so hellbent on wifing you the minute he can. he's always talking about getting a nice house with you and having 3 kids and a dog.

however, he's usually out late hittin licks w his boys and other shit he don't need to be doing. he tries his damnedest not the be, but whenever he's home late he's all like "come on, ma. 'm sorry, you wanna go out or somethin'? we'll get whatever you want." he'd fr drop thousands on you if you say the word.

and when that doesn't work and you're pissier than usual, it's "please, babe. i ain't tryna argue w my shawty, now let's go lay down. come on, lil mama."

Fucking yessssss!!!!!!!🥵💦🥴

omay i have a request shinsou's reaction to telling him he tastes good while sucking him off for the first time?

His head falls back as your hot mouth envelopes him, granting him the instant relief he craved. “Fuck that’s it kitty. Just like that.”

You hum around his length, twirling your tongue slowly. You’re too good at this. The feeling of your silky hole gliding up and down his shaft has the hero hissing out praise. And the soft little moans you make as you swallow him are driving him insane.

You give one more long, slow suck and pull him from your mouth with a pop, teasing your tongue along the head as you mutter, “You taste so good, Hitoshi.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, breath hitching as he inhales deeply. He wants to control you. To take your mouth and fuck it properly. But he knows it’s still too soon. Instead, one hand comes up to guide your head until his cock pushes past your parted lips. “Then don’t stop. Be a good girl and finish for me.”