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microscopic deku & bakugo

punches you (affectionate) Happy RIVALentine's Day! 🧡💚🧡💚

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

(Requests)

DES says . . . “tenya iida has fans” i scream as they lock me away in arkham asylum

tenya iida photodump ft. fugglerversary (👓) & baby-talk (👓)

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

Tenya iida and his wife?? Superrrr domestic??? with a cherry on top?? 🫰

hi hi !! wow ive never written for iida before but here goes nothing !!

tenya isnt one to sit still. he would much rather be in the gym or further enriching himself to live up to the name ingenium. but on nights like these, he doesnt mind sitting still for you.

on nights like these, when youre tucked away sweetly under his arm, and he can feel your slow, steady breaths fan across his bare chest, his restlessness is quelled. he isnt sure whats playing on the tv in the dimly lit living room of your home, as hes far more invested in memorizing the shape of your bodies that lie at ease on the plush couch. his hand strokes gently through your hair, and he notes the faint scent of your shampoo. his gaze flickers down to the bridge of your nose, admiring the way it slopes, before flitting to watch in awe as your eyelashes beat softly against your cheek with every blink you take.

your pretty gaze flutters up to meet with him, and his breath catches in his throat.

beautiful, he thinks. stunning.

your eyelashes bat once more.

its only then that tenya realizes youre saying something, and a flush creeps along his cheeks out of shame.

“tenya, are you even listening?”

he stammers an apology, rapidly going on about how dishonorable it is of him to lose focus on your shared show, and something about how he must focus on bettering himself for you.

you cant help the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, and you quiet his incessant apologies with a kiss. the faint smell of lubricant and fuel stings at your nostrils, but is easily forgotten when a deft hand caresses the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper.

youll have to catch up on the show later.

requests are open

⋇⊶⊰Fluffbruary Day 6: Trip w/ Tenya Iida⊱⊷⋇

Word count: 875, Gender-Neutral reader

Iida is just doing his usual class rep duties, which consists of ensuring that all of his classmates are within the designated hallways; that is until he sees you about to crash into the wall with just how fast you were running. Quickly stepping in, he grabs you to stop you from crashing your head into the wall.

"Careful! You need to pay more attention to where you're going! You could have seriously hurt yourself!"

You let out an ‘oomf’, your bag falling from your shoulder and onto the floor as you look up to him. Iida carefully holds onto your arms steadily, his eyes peering down into yours as he keeps you close with a calm and firm look on his face. "I hope this serves as a lesson for the future… you really shouldn't be reckless, you could've hurt yourself. Or worse, someone else."

You find your balance, sighing with a nod “Sorry sorry i know, i just gotta-”

"No need to apologize. I understand. Just try to be more careful in the future. Do you intend on getting to class on time? I can escort you there if you like."

“You don't have to, really” you wave him off, picking your bag off of the ground and slinging it back onto your shoulder.

"I know I don't have to…" He moves his hand from your back and lifts his chin slightly, a serious expression on. "However, I'd prefer to make sure that you arrive at your class safely and on time. The last thing we need is for you to trip over your own feet again."

Finally you give in, knowing there was no way around his efforts. “Okay okay, then we have to go now, the bell is gonna ring any moment”

Iida seems satisfied that you're agreeing to his company and he walks beside you as you make your way towards your class. "You really need to be more careful. I understand that you're in a rush, but running without paying attention to your surroundings is just plain dangerous. You could have seriously hurt yourself, or even worse, gotten someone else hurt."

Iida seems to be somewhat lecturing you, his expression still serious as he chides you for your reckless behavior. You were used to it at this point, knowing he meant the best for you. You admired it yet it could be better than hearing his long, agitating, repetitive lectures.

Iida continues walking beside you, his tall and imposing frame towering over you a bit as he glances down at you every now and then. "You need to remember that the hallways are not a place to run around carelessly. They're designed for you to walk in, and running can cause accidents. You're lucky I was there to stop you earlier." he continues, his firm tone indicating that he's not joking around.

A few flights of stairs and some stern words later, you finally reach your class down with a huff. “I know, i'll keep that in mind, Iida” You look up at him, opening the class door slightly.

Iida is satisfied with your promise to be more careful in the future and he nods in approval, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His serious expression softens as he looks into your eyes, admiring how calm and shimmery they are.

"Good. I expect you to keep that in mind moving forward." Iida glances around, noticing that there's no one else nearby before he speaks again, his tone lowering a bit. "May I say something else to you before you go to class? I don't mean to keep you waiting"

“Make it quick”

Iida nods, understanding your request for him to be swift. "I… wanted to say that I'm impressed with your determination and resilience. You're always pushing yourself to be better, whether it be in academics, or hero training. It's… admirable." Iida's words come out with a hint of admiration, as if he has a newfound respect for you.

Your hasty demeanor calms a bit, the comment throwing you off guard after all of his talk of being responsible. “Oh…well I um- haha thanks”

Iida nods back to you, a small smile still tugging at his lips as he witnesses your newfound demeanor.

"You're welcome… and no worries. I'll see you-" The bell interrupts Iida, cutting him off. He looks at the class you're heading into before he looks back at you, raising an eyebrow as he realizes that you're about to head in now.

“Shit- okay um, i’ll see you later!” You wave to him, stepping into the classroom. "Ah… I suppose that's my cue to leave you now. But yes, I'll see you later.”

You close the door, leaving him to return to his usual duties. Iida's footsteps echo in the hallway as he begins to walk away from your class, his hands at his sides as his mind ponders on what had just occurred. He notices that the once firm expression on his face has softened, replaced with a subtle smile.

His mind replays your smile before you disappeared into your classroom, and a sense of satisfaction washes over him. Without even realizing, he has somehow developed a fondness for you…

Entrance exam

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Happy Birthday, Park Sung-Hoon!

40!

Crashout shirt

Sam Nordquist

say his name

FIRST COMMISSION

Ngl i ate with this one

(twitter/x commission!)

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HAWKS SMAU IDEAS :33

hawks x secretary!reader, hawks x todoroki!reader, hawks x rival agency reader, baseball player hawks x idol ^_^ (these sound pretty shit but i seen stuff with them and theyre SO FIRE !!!!!)

HAWKS SMAU k.takami x todoroki!reader m.list

late outside your balcony, tell me a secret?

authors note: tysm for requesting anon!! im so super sorry for how late it took me to respond :( but... i loved this idea im just not the best at smaus butttt if u guys mayb want a drabble or oneshot of this lmk bc i would loooove doing that but anyways kisses for all of u mwahhhh <33

p.s ignore the mistake in slide 5 pls..

This is what I mean!!!! He may be a hero but he was never a father.

I respect him as a hero, but not as a father

desperate for taking the longest way to get out of my mind

bakugou, izuku, denki, monoma, shinsou x reader (individual)

post breakup au. they want you back - hurt/comfort

varying levels of angst because denki’s is unserious central over here but shinsou's on the opposite side of that spectrum. and ayeeee my vaugely hunny inspired texts! slow death in pacific standard time!!! mainly just based on that lyric. @lysaisland this one is for u just bc of the title hehe

The next time you want to call a sequence “Well animated” do yourself a favour and rewatch it with the sound muted. Often times ir’s only after you remove sound from something that you can truly see if the animation underneath is actually good or not, or if the music/acting is manipulating you.

….but on that same note, “Well animated” does not mean “Fluidly animated”. Because something can be VERY well animated and have few frames if those frames are in the right place, or have a shit ton for frames and be badly animated because it’s over-animated and moves way too much.

I literally cannot get over how cute the idea is that Shoto looks after dabihawks' baby and gets so nervous he calls in backup (Bkdk) and they're like "Uhmmmmm..."

Katsuki holding this baby out at arms length and sizing it up while it giggles. Deku trying to explain why eating dirt is bad. Shoto sat taking notes on the baby like he's studying the behaviour of a wild animal?? 😭

Idk these are just silly thought based on that other message but I love them sm

three 17yo boys and two toddlers this would be a looney tunes type of situaiton i'd love to see it

Knock out

Hyun-ju look-alike contest in my bed tonight!

I need her so bad it's not even funny!

hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.

hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡

show me how // denki kaminari

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis

Deku watched you and Bakugo fucking and haven’t looked at you both the same way since.

Deku KNOWS what sex is, he knows after years of being with other sexually active people and living with other women he has been sexually attracted to, and eventually hormones were bound to take place in everybody in class 3-a and it would be another added topic of discussion after high school graduation.

HE even lost his virginity to Ochako not too long ago.

It was different seeing you both though.

Neither you or Bakugo through out the years seemed interested in anybody, any man that flirted with you, you either brushed them off or completely ignored and Bakugo, despite how pretty he CAN look his attitude usually scare women away, and whether he acknowledges it or not he can be pretty dense so everybody concluded you both aren’t into the dating scene.

It seemed so normal between you both until last night.

When he seen Bakugo in between your thighs.

HE DIDNT MEAN TO WATCH HE SWEARS, but he went to look for his notebook he left in your dorm after a study session and heard your door unlock with Bakugo’s loud mouth ass grumbling for you to hurry up.

Out of panic he fled to your closet and hid there, he doesn’t know why he did, he wasn’t snooping or doing anything wrong, plus bakugo and you trust him enough to freely walk into their dorms, but too late he’s stuck now.

“You’re so needy. And stop poking me with that thing—ah-“

“Mmhm. Shut up.” Bakugo grumbles into your neck, from behind, practically pushing you inside with each thrust of his dick. “Y’pissed me off today.”

“Don’t I always—-AAAOWW—MMHPH!”

Your smart remarks get muffled with a harsh hot smack to the ass and a kiss, it definitely sounded like it hurt to Deku, but he watched in shock seeing him caress your ass under your skirt.

His green eyes grew twice its size, Bakugo had lifted off your shirt, and began his attack on your neck and cheek while he undid his belt with one hand, “Fuck you smell good.”

Throwing off his black tank top and laying you on the bed, “You taste even better though.”

The mixed sounds of your giggles and moans as his lips puncture your skin from your neck down to your tits to suckle on made Deku reluctantly twist his legs,

He was getting hard.

He never viewed you in this way, yes, you were a beautiful woman, but after knowing you since middle school his crushes towards you have came and gone eventually developing into a brother and sister relationship.

….but it may change now.

“Oh ‘Suki~” You sigh softly, tilting your head to the side to get a good look at your nasty Blondie. His nose resting atop of your pussy as his lips were wrapped around your tiny clit, you felt the ministration of the back and forth suckles which made your jaw slack.

Deku looked away reluctantly, covering his eyes feeling some guilt. This was a private matter between you both, even if it was a shock he still felt like he was intruding. And boy he tried.

He tried so hard to just keep his eyes closed until you both were finished, but the noises you made not only drove Bakugo insane , but him as well.

“Mmhm.” Katsuki groaned in content inside you, hearing your voice get higher and your breaths get more ragged he knew you were close ,”Mmhm that’s it. That’s it baby c’mon—“

“BABY?!”

Deku thought this was insane to hear, never have he EVER heard Mr. Hardass to ever speak…so sweetly to you?

His big green eyes peaked through the closet door shades , covering his mouth as he almost gasped seeing Bakugo press your thighs back to eat you further, “Fuck…”

Bakugo couldn’t ignore his hard on for long.

And neither could Deku.

“I love your moutthhhhh.” You half moaned half giggled feeling yourself grow closer while your back was arching. Bakugo’s pride always was sky high when he fucked you. And somehow you saying that made Deku….jealous? Just a little, but he couldn’t focus on that too long.

You looked so sexy when you’re cumming, your little cute fingers playing with your nipples. The way you hips buck into Bakugo’s mouth, how soft and whiney your voice gets when you’re crying his name.

Next thing you know Deku’s hands were palming his growing errection.

Nononono he can’t. He can’t get off to his best friends, it’s ….dirty. Bakugo would kill him and you might feel disgusted with him.

But Deku’s mind wasn’t in tandem with his body because his hand was already inside his pants.

“Ssssshit girl I didn’t tell you—-“

“Don’t care.” You words muffled as you lay on your stomach between his thighs, capturing his tip between your lips to suck on . You giggle and moan when you feel a warm hand slap against your ass.

The way how you nearly could take him all in was such a turn on to Deku. You’re the same girl that was just choking on a noodle earlier today at lunch, but now you’re taking in Bakugo’s dick like a champ.

“Fuck…” Deku couldn’t help it his fingers teased his own tip, precum already enough to lube his shaft while he matches the pace of your bobbing head.

Your boyfriend began to massage your ass a little, groaning your name in frustration because he was already so close to cumming, “You and that fucking tongue…”

The green haired boy was also close, watching you made him wish it was him instead of his own best friend you were sucking off.

How many times have you done this with him? Was it yesterday when you both left class? Was it those times you both went to bed early? Deku kept rethinking all those times you both were alone and it was nearly too much he almost took away his own orgasm, so he pumped his dick faster to the view of Bakugo’s fingers slipping inside your soaked cunt.

Who wouldn’t thought he’d be spending his evening cumming with his best friends.

You and Bakugo were spent. It wasn’t unusual, being pro hero’s in training a night of just oral would sometimes just be enough.

That wasn’t enough for Deku thought he though,

“No no no don’t go to sleep!”

He watched as you and your boyfriend cuddled naked on top of the covers, breathing still heavy, his big hands grabbed your chin so you can turn and face him to taste yourself on his tongue.

“‘Suki…” you breathed feeling him lift your thigh over his legs, he didn’t even have to move that much to already his dick press against your clit.

“Sssh sssh shhh. Just lay down and take it okay? I got you.” His breathing was heavy, though he was exhausted he just couldn’t stop here and he knew you were too so he didn’t mind fucking you while you were half sleep and on your side.

And luckily, Deku had a front view of it, your pussy spreading from the size of his dick, you were doing so good taking him in.

He started to stroke himself again, he was still so sensitive from just cumming, he couldn’t stop though your voice was so fucking attractive all on its own, “S’goooddd~”

Despite the deep long strokes, your boyfriend was so gentle with making sure he wasn’t too rough, leaving you more sore than you already were in the morning. He nibbled and sucked on your neck, he tried so hard not to moan, he hated how he sounded when he did, but the way your soft fat ass kept bouncing on his pelvis he couldn’t help it and it made you clench harder.

“Just like that baby just cum all on me…there you go..fuck—“

This was just too lewd, but at this point your little best friend didn’t care, he was gnawing on his lips, eyes focused on the sight of your pussy and your eyes rolling back while your boyfriend was in your ear talking oh so dirty to you about your body, your pussy, your moaning. It didn’t take long until you felt that familiar knot.

“Oh shit shit shit shit!” Deku thought, he was close too but he knew it was ganna be messier this time, but he couldn’t stop himself he wanted to cum too right there with you both.

Bakugo’s thrust got sloppier and shallow, catching his own orgasm to join you (and Deku). He covered your mouth with his free hand because you usually get loud when you cum on his cock. But fuck that he kissed you instead to swallow your moans.

Grinding inside you, all three of you came. It was honestly the best and scariest orgasm Deku’s ever had with just his hand. Best from his front row seat view, scariest because he was afraid Bakugo heard you moan your name from the closet.

He swore he did from when he looked up in that direction while you were still on cloud 9, but maybe that was just his imagination.

Maybe.

You both were finally asleep. You laid on top of him, buried in his neck, and Blondie facing the window holding you tight, Deku decided to make it his mission to quietly leave.

There are many secrets Izuku had to keep in his life, but this was one he knew he had to keep for the sake of KEEEPING HIS LIFE.

But it didn’t stop the new view he had towards you both.

Who would’ve thought you both were his new Jack off material.

what now

I’ve been on a block for like decades basically and this one is the most finished one out of all the wips… request are open! Maybe I’ll poop out a cover art or scene art for it :3 also working on like (my version of Iida) hc both sfw and nsfw

anywho

First I’d like to point out about the skirt that she is wearing is like a maxi skirt, not a short one

they’ve finally started dating! But now it’s a little awkward with the physical affection and don’t know how to bring it up…maybe a sleepover will help?

They both didn’t realize how much time had passed as they have been hanging out nearly all day. “Oh wow, look at the time!” she exclaimed, as she stared down at her phone.

“Oh, I suppose it is late.” Iida agreed, realizing the sky turned dark long ago. “I reckon it’s too late to go home at an hour like this…” he muttered. 

“It’s okay, I’ll ask Hunnie if-”

“Or.” Iida interrupted, “How about you spend the night.” he stated.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Nonsense! Besides, my parents enjoy your company, they don’t mind!” he exclaimed. “You can stay in my room, and I’ll stay in the living room,” he instructed. He looked at her–she began to fidget with her hand, her eyes darting around the room out of nervousness. She finally spoke up.

“Do you…have to?” she said in a soft shy voice. Her face was red, as she avoided eye contact from him.

“Zelda, are you insinuating that I stay here with you?!” his face is equally as red as hers. She nodded to confirm. He took a deep breath in, “Okay, do you…need anything?” he gently said. She shook her head,

“No, I can rest with what I have.” she stammered. 

“I’ll give you some privacy then, and I’ll be in the other room” he said with a tender voice before closing the door behind him. She sighed as he closed the door, this is the first time they spent the night together. Zelda feels bad for taking things slow, although they've known each other for years–the thought of anything else intimate made her a bit wary. She really likes him, this in itself will be a boundary she needs to overcome. An easy step, just falling asleep together…what could go wrong? She began to undress, she wore something simple–off the shoulder t-shirt, with a skirt. She removed her shirt, leaving her in a low cut rather short tank top, exposing both her stomach and sternum. She kept her skirt on, as she was the type to NOT wear shorts under. A soft knock was heard.

“Come in” she said softly, he peeked his head in before entering. He smiled a bit, as she shyly sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Are you comfortable sleeping in that?” he said with a smile referring to the skirt. 

“Y-yes! It's just…” her face flushed red, her hands folded on her lap. “I don’t…wear shorts…” her voice almost in a whisper. 

“I-I see.” he stuttered, “that's okay, do as you please on your comfort level!” he assured her. As much as he wanted to tell her, even beg her to take it off–but he has half a brain to keep it to himself. 

“I do feel comfortable removing them, I just don’t know if you would feel the same…”  she explained. 

YES YES YES he thought to himself, he cleared his throat. “Ye-yes! I am okay with it.” he stated. She gave a sweet smile before nodding, her thumbs hooking onto the elastic of the skirt slowly bringing it down. He tried not to watch, but inevitably failed as he tried to focus on the wall, but his eyes kept wandering back. He didn’t know whether it was okay to look or not. He took a seat on the bed as he removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, turning the light off in the process. The moonlight came in enough to light up the room. He pulled the cover back, scooting in to lay down. She stood by the bed, extremely nervous for being so close to him. But she finally followed suit. Both flat-backed staring up at the ceiling, she looked over to him, “I’m sorry, I am just really nervous” she laughed out a bit, he couldn’t help, but to smile as well. 

“I’m glad it isn’t just me” he said as he turned to look at her, both now on their sides to look at one another. His eyes lingered on her lips for a bit. 

“Tenya, I’m happy that you want to spend the night together…” she said in a whisper. Her hand reached for his to hold it. His grip tightened.

“Me too, Zelda.” his tone matching hers. He brought himself closer to her, his arm wrapping around her bringing her into an embrace. She smiled as she felt comfort in his warmth. They continued to converse about sweet nothings, family, newest hobby, friends. The night ended with them drifting off to sleep with her as a little spoon. And his arm around her holding her close to him.

She didn’t realize when they fell asleep, but when she woke it was still dark out. It’s a habit to wake up, and to shift positions. Iida’s arm wrapped tightly around her, his breath heavy on her nape. Then thrust.

Her eyes widened as she felt something hard push against her backside. A hand gripping onto her side, it didn’t take long to realize it was Iida grinding against her in his sleep. She was frozen and unsure what to do, his heavy panting and his intermittent grunts by her ear made her blush. She felt guilty for feeling her core ache as he continued. I wonder what he is dreaming about…

She thought to herself, but the more she thought about it the more embarrassed she got, and surely he would too…

Her hand moved to loosen his grip, slowly pulling her body away from his–shifting herself to sit up. Her finger poking his shoulder, “Tenya…” she said in a whisper. Her palm and fingers gripped onto his shoulder, as she gently nudged him a bit more. His eyes fluttered open, he hummed. Looking up to see Zelda looking down at him, her hand reached out still on his shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” he muttered, her face turned red. 

“Well yes, but…” she turned to look away from him, her finger pointing. His eyes followed to where she was pointing, Iida’s head began to look down now realizing his…problem. His face turned red, as he was quick to sit up grabbing onto a pillow to cover his lower region. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to get embarrassed! Especially if you…finished.” she said rather quickly. 

“No. I apologize, Zelda. You must feel so disgusted by something so perverse!” he said with haste. She shook her head at this statement. 

“N-no!” she said in a cautious voice, she moved closer to him. Her hand was holding onto his wrist. She took a deep breath in, “I was wondering…what were you thinking of?” her face red as she looked down out of embarrassment.

“I-I.” he paused, as he began to stumble over his words. “You. Us. Together.” he blurted. 

“What were we doing…?” 

“Zelda, you don’t have to ask those kind of questions”

“But I want to know.”

“You do? You don’t think it's perverted?”

“No, I just…” she paused, debating on whether or not to out herself–but it would make the situation better, he would feel less alone. 

“Just what?”

“I really like you, and I think about you sometimes…in that way.” she said shyly. “And I’ve been wondering, if you do too. So I want to know–what were you dreaming?” she admitted. He shifted a bit awkwardly, turning his head away so as to not look at her. He already felt shameful for admitting his lustful thoughts about her, but him going into detail about it made him feel…

A bit relieved. It took a while to muster the courage to talk but finally, he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hand.

“I was on top of you, with me between your legs. We were kissing, and you…” he paused, feeling himself get more excited as he thought about it. 

“And I, what?” she urged him to continue.

“You kept pressing yourself against me, your hands touching me in a way that excited me” he confessed. She shifted herself to move closer to him, her fingers tracing the pillow. It grew quiet, as he watched her hand move closer to his.

“Can I feel it?” she muttered.

“What!?” he exclaimed, his face turning redder as he stared at her. “You want t-to..?!” (it being his penits) he couldn’t even finish his sentence as he heard her request. She nodded her head to confirm, he looked at her a moment longer as he clenched onto the pillow. Her face soft, her expression sweet and gentle…curious.

 Slowly, his hand began easing off the pillow. She removed it from his lap. She looked down at the prominent outline. Her small hand placed on his thigh, her light touches made him shiver as she slowly inched closer to feel his clothed length. He twitched, as her hand began to move against it. His pelvis gently jerked up against her hand as she continued. She looked up at him, and he was focused on her hand. His breathing is getting heavy once again. 

“Can you tell me more…” she whispered as she looked up at him under her eyelashes. He bit his lip, and gave a nod.

“you…I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Wanting to hear you, wanting to see your naked body. Wanting to feel you against me. Wanting to kiss you more explicitly” he gulped, “and today…I wanted to touch you inappropriately. For my hands to touch every part of your body, and my lips to do the same.”

“Kiss me how?” she said with a tilted head. He brought himself closer to her, her lips lingered for a second before placing them onto his. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, as she began to straddle his thigh. He eagerly kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist. Leading her to lay on the bed, instinctively she spread her legs allowing him to position his groin against hers. Slowly he began to roll his hips against her clothed heat. She let out a gentle moan against his lips. He couldn’t help but to relish in the noises she made. He longed to hear her in such a erotic manner.

 She parted from the kiss to focus on her hips moving against his hardened length. Her arms holding him close to her body as she erotically breathed against his ear. He shut his eyes as he continued, he’d let out a soft groan with every thrust he made against her. Her hands reached under his shirt to feel his back, the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms to push her harder against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, at this point he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming—but the way he could feel her heat against his, and her light touches on his skin made him realize, she was indeed in all real.

When I tell you that I SCREAMED I MEAN IT. BARK BARK RUFF RUFF WOOF WOOF YESSSSS THANKS GAWD BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAA YIPPEEEEEEEE

Call me a waiter because I'll take her tip

“you know i gotchu, baby.”

RAHHHH imagine katsuki saying that after literally anything. you want your shoelace tied? done. you want that very expensive dress you saw? done! you want him to hurry up and make you cum already? DONE.

likelikelike picture his bushy brow raising as he playfully rolls his eyes OR throws a wink your way along with a pleasured smirk AHW9EHFQWO

B! I! M! B! O! Bimbo doll!

Kirishima x Bimbo! Reader ; smut, nipple suck, cunnilingus, jerking off, no penetration. All characters are over 18, reader still lives with parents. No mentions of pro!hero Kirishima yet.

You always had a liking for things pink, glitter, short clothes, makeup and all of those things so called girly. Despite the efforts from your parents for you to dress more modest or to behave "properly" you were never scared to state your opinions and likings.

Used to all the eyes on you when you walked out of your house it was all the same whether people liked it or not, because it only mattered that you did. Your top always tight, (fake) furr coat keeping you warm, short skirt that covered just enough and those heels that made sure everyone could hear when you entered a place.

Kirishima had always been the type of men to try to be as respectful as he could, he never missed to treat a woman right and all the girls in his class could tell you how comfortable they were with him around.

He was the first one to acknowledge you outside of a dirty look or lusty eyes (coming from a man), specially when your top was extra cropped or your skirt was way too short, stepping behind you when you kneeled down so no one could peek and giving you his coat when the weather decided to play against you.

He always wanted to protect you, making sure you felt comfortable in public and shutting down anyone that even dared to look at you the wrong way. That's what made you fall in love with him, not a hint of judgment and a heart full of support and protection.

It took around four months of knowing each other and a night out with friends for him to take you to your house, walking you to the entrance and waving goodbye at his usual modest distance, these days had been torture with you trying to get closer to him in any way but nothing seemed to work: hand touching? He held yours firmly and followed it by a "'s alright, I gotchu!" As if he were to protect you from a ghost. Kisses on the cheek? Yeah, he was red, but you always were friendly and touchy with the girls so why would he be any different? And name calling? You've tried sweetie, darling, baby, honey, bae but he kept his friendly behavior, everyone thought that you were already dating him but that couldn't be further from the truth.

So you did what your mind was telling you. You were aching for him to finally take the hint but it wasn't happening anytime soon if you didn't take the lead.

Your feet immediately moved to get you towards Kirishima, holding his hand softly, your other hand placed softly over his right cheek, feeling it warming up under your touch.

"Oh! Kiss on the cheek?" He said, his face could easily turn as red as his hair, something so endearing to you. He could smell your perfume on your arm as it got your hand close to his face, that same perfume that made him feel weak and crazy.

You just couldn't take it any longer, your face got closer to his, your plump lips with just the right amount of pink lip gloss landed softly over his, Kirishima could feel his circuits melting as the softness of your kiss made him realize that you may want him as much as he wants you.

His hands went to your waist like second nature, pulling you close enough so he can properly kiss you back. When he pulled back, the view of your mascara covered eyelashes, eyes sparkling with that bright smile that drives him crazy.

"You don't know how long I have been waiting for this, Eijirou... You better pay for it, champ." Your sweet voice, it had such an effect on him. His hands were shaky yet firm, he laughed a little nervous and rubbed the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'll have to make up for it. I've liked you for so long, you're so pretty and wonderful! I can't believe I just got to kiss you, this feels like the best dream ever." You couldn't help but laugh a little, taking his hand and guiding him inside your home.

"Parents ain't home, wanna hop by?" Those simple words made him blush, blood running through every part of his body, he couldn't hide his embarrassment when he felt his pants suddenly getting tighter.

"Uh? Oh! Yeah! I would love to! Thanks" he tried hard to hide his situation but your eyes easily noticed his excitement, earning a small chuckle in return. The second the door was closed behind the both of you it was all kisses and touches. He made sure to just follow your lead, your hands all over his body before he grew the courage to do it too, asking first.

"Princess, can I... Touch you too?" What a sweet boy, your grin only grew and your head immediately nodded, Kirishima's hands went instantly to your waist and back, bringing you closer and you guided him towards your room.

It wasn't a surprise when he saw your pink and leopard print room, after all his mind was solely focused on touching all the right parts. "Can I take your top off? Please?" His voice was low as he struggled to get a proper sentence. You didn't even answered when your hands took off your top with ease, revealing more and more of you.

"It's alright, you can touch as much as you want to. I'll make sure to tell you if I want you to stop, Eijirou." The way you called him by his first name made him feel shivers down his spine, his mouth instantly kissing down your jaw to your neck, afraid to leave any marks yet so his kisses were soft and sweet. You felt more than just lust, he loved you, his touch was soft and sweet as if he were to break you if he held you too tight, it made you feel butterflies in the stomach.

"Princess, you're so beautiful. Every time I look at you I can't help but admire you, you're so smart and strong too. I want to be yours, please let me be yours." His voice slightly shaky and mixed with kisses towards your shoulders and chest, his hands never left your waist and hips, caressing carefully.

"Eijirou... I want you, I want you so bad." Your voice mixed with gasps and soft moans only made him feel more excited, his hands going towards your back and struggling a little before managing to unhook your bra, not taking it off yet.

"I'll give it to you, princess. I want you as much as you want me if not more... Do... You have any protection? It wouldn't be manly to put you in danger like that." You looked at him, his face filled with worry only made you smile in return.

"Well, I have a few. Those ones that doctors give you in campaigns, I hope they're good enough." Hands quickly flew towards the bedside table, opening it and taking out one, he held it and placed it besides you, going back to touching your body.

"I'll touch you more now... I want you to enjoy this, you deserve to feel good." He quickly took his shirt off, undoing his pants just to get a little release from the pressure the fabric created, finally taking off your bra and staring at you for a little. "Woah... You're beautiful... I'm so happy that you trust me to see you like this." And there it was, the reason you fell in love with him. All the compliments, talking about you as if you were some sort of goddess to him, you couldn't love that more.

"Are you just gonna stare?" His eyes went up to yours and he laughed a little. "Oh, right, sorry! Tell me if I'm doing something wrong, princess." You gasped the moment his mouth went to your chest, kissing one great while cupping the other softly with his hand.

The kisses went down to the nipple and a little sucking here and there had you throwing you head slightly back, his mouth moving from one breast to the other to ensure total stimulation.

Soft warm licks here and there until they traveled lower and lower down your body, your stomach and lower belly now full of kisses as he whispered sweet words. "You're so pretty, I'm so lucky... Your skin is so sweet... You smell wonderful too... You're so beautiful."

Those words only made you melt a little more under him, sitting by the edge of the bed with Kirishima slowly kneeling down in the floor, carefully removing your skirt and placing it besides you, making sure to not damage the fabric at all. The sight of your lace panties made him wet a little more, his finger tracing along the wet spot in your underwear.

"Eijirou! Don't... Do it like that... It tickles." You whined, his touching became a little rougher the moment he realized you reacted more to a certain spot, running circles around it over the soft fabric, your hips bucking a little forward to feel more.

"I'll take your panties off now..." Were his words before you were fully exposed to him. Even if it made you feel embarrassed, he stared at your pussy as if he just saw a hidden treasure, his finger moving curiously along the folds. "It's so pretty... You're so wonderful, you're gorgeous... Can I taste?" You nodded slowly immediately, your body aching with desire already.

Your body melted the second his mouth kissed your folds, running his tongue against your intimacy until he found that spot that made you gasp a little more and sucking on it. The moan he got in return made him latch to it, nibbling and closing his eyes to enjoy the music you produced better.

You lost count of how much he had been there, but the moment he found where to lick and suck you were putty under his touch, slowly getting closer and closer with that knot forming in your lower belly, warming up quickly and gripping his hair while your hips moved. He took the hint and sped up to ensure you would get there wonderfully, carefully sticking a finger inside your hole and curling it up to search for that spot he had read about in books.

That was it, as soon as he touched it you pressed your thighs around his face, burying him in your pussy with his tongue not stopping in any moment. Your hips moved as you rode your orgasm down, gasping and panting while your legs opened once more.

"Sorry, Kiri... I... That was amazing..." He couldn't agree more, crawling over you and caressing your face. "I'm glad you liked it, princess. You taste so good... But you seem tired." And he was right once more. It had been a long night with friends and now your body was wore out from your previous orgasm, you weren't used to someone sucking you off so good (because it was the first time someone else had made you cum), your body was tired but you couldn't leave him like that.

"It's okay... I can go a little longer, you're still rock hard, Eiji." He chuckled a little and immediately shook his head, walking towards your bathroom and taking a washcloth to clean you. "Don't even worry about it, princess. I'll take care of myself, I won't enjoy it if I know you're tired."

A subconscious smile appeared, how could he be so sweet even when needy? He made sure to dress you in a comfy pajama, took your makeup off like Mina taught him and tucked you in to help you sleep. You couldn't even fight the sleepiness when he made you feel that relaxed, so your eyes slowly closed until you drifted off.

He spent the next half hour jerking off in the bathroom tho, he came at least twice just at the memory of how good you looked and how tasty you were, the finger that was inside of you remained in his mouth as he pumped all his neediness away, making sure to leave everything clean before going to bed with you.

It was a good night full of rest for the both of you after that.

Natan here! ; want more of Kirishima? ; check my masterlist.

Natan's note: oh my, I knew I had to do this the second I read about it! The idea comes from @t33nk0 . I love me some Kirishima lover, he's always so sweet and wonderful! I think this is a little ooc (a lot) so I'm sorry if it's not accurate lol. Anyways, I wrote this in like 30mins cuz I was excited ＼(≧▽≦)／ I should probably get some sleep. Bye!

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Literal things I’d actually kill to read

Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Shy Reader who really only talks to him. (No Smut)

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader who’s really good and skilled academically and Katsuki WONT MISS a chance to brag. (Can be smut but idk how you could make it smut 😭)

Katsuki Bakugo x Soft Reader. (Smut is optional)

Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugo x Sore Reader. (Suggestive but no Smut generally)

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader who dances and just performed a surprise dance on stage for their 5th year anniversary IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER AFTER SHE HID IT FROM HIM FOR A WEEK! [and she won that shit with FIRST PLACE don’t even play] (Optional Smut? Idk how you’d make it smut though.)

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader who dances BUT! Reader isn’t aware that at one of their competitions that Shoto invited his mother [this is before reader meant Rei.] Obviously Reader wins the entire thing, her mans and first place for her Solo Performance. 🙄 (No Smut)

Shoto Todoroki x Polite Reader who is meeting his family. (No Smut)

Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki x Stay at Home wife. (Optional Smut)

Pro Hero Shoto Todoroki who sends flowers to his long distance wife every morning. Reader had to move to Korea for a couple of years due to an opportunity and almost every morning she’d wake up to flowers at her door. [Smau] (No Smut)

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Pro Hero Midoriya x Reader with attachment issues. [preferably a Smau] (No Smut)

Stressed Pro Hero Midoriya x Worried Reader. (Optional Smut)

Pro Hero Midoriya who doesn’t wanna leave for work x Confused reader. (No Smut)

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Kirishima x Bimbo Reader and Kirishima is in love with her and I mean like… ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE. With her. (Smut)

Kirishima x Impatient Reader. [Smau] (Optional Smut?)

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Iida x Reader with ADHD and literally cannot focus on studying for the hell of them. (Optional Smut)

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Dabi x Nervous Reader. (Optional Smut)

Impatient Dabi x Reader who literally left for only 30 minutes to go to the library. (Smut)

Jealous Dabi x Jealous Reader. (Smut)

Jealous Dabi x Keigo who doesn’t see any wrong in being close with Tomura. [Dabi and Keigo are GAY for each other.] (Optional Smut)

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Keigo x Mean Reader [Literally Reader just bullies her boyfriend, Keigo constantly as a joke.] (No Smut)

Hook up, Keigo x Dabi. [They Hook up every Friday and Monday] (Smut)

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Tomura who’s obsessed with his Goth Girlfriend (SMUT!!)

Tomura x Online Girlfriend [preferably a Smau] (Smut?)

Tomura x Coffee Shop Worker who just recently returned to Japan after leaving for years. Tomura used to be utterly obsessed with her and would order from the shop everyday until she suddenly disappeared. Now she’s back. (Optional Smut, but again idk how’d you do it)

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Omg I look like a gooner ☹️

You guys TRUST! I’m no gooner 😞

The day somebody writes these, I’m gonna explode, I love the thought of these scenarios overall (ESPECIALLY the Shoto and Katsuki ones 😭❤️)

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fanboy

bakugo x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce Bakugo to your son for the first time since you started dating. Single mom Au

Bakugo's hands were glistening with sweat, every second he was wiping his palms on his pants in hopes they would dry.

King Explosion Murder God Dynamight doesn't get nervous, not in the face of danger, and especially not when he had to meet a four year old child.

But here he is, standing outside your apartment door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, some take out for the three of you, and a plushy from his unreleased merch line for your son.

You guys have been dating for four amazing months and finally decided it was the perfect time for him to meet your treasure. Your son's father was out of the picture, even out of the birth certificate, but you and your baby didn't care. You had each other and you loved him to the fullest.

The door rang and before you could answer, you heard your son beat you to it.

Standing tall was the scarred, loud mouth, blonde that your son would see on tv sometimes, and heard when his mom was on the phone.

Starring back at Bakugo was a small boy, only three apples tall with the cutest expression as he opened the door.

"Hello mister!" Said your son, not an once of danger in his head.

"Hey kid, hasn't your mom ever told you not to open the door for strangers?" Asked Bakugo, his hero mind questioning if your son knew about stranger danger.

"Oh yeah...Mom a boy is here!" Your son yelled. Bakugo could hear your hurried footsteps rush down the hall before you came into view. Even when you were relaxed and wearing lounge clothes, he saw you as a picture of perfection.

Your boy rushed off not a moment later, wanting to go back to playing with his toys. You greeted Bakugo with an excited smile as you rushed to hug him. He returned it, adjusting his grip to make sure the flowers didn't get crushed as he held you.

After a couple of seconds you ushered him in, directing him towards the couch as you went off to find a vase for the flowers.

Your son was playing with his action figures, a little model of the city scattered around the floor. Bakugo recognized the hero and villain voice lines as he got closer, a reenactment from the recent hero movie that just got released.

He couldn't even sit on the couch before your son spotted him and dragged him to the floor, shoving the villain toy in his hand.

"You're the villain and I'm the hero, got it!" Said your son, he wasn't shy and if his mom knew this blonde haired man then obviously he's isn't a stranger.

"But what if I want to play as the hero?" Questioned Bakugo, even as pretend he strived to be a hero. "No! I'm gonna be a hero, just like my favorite person in the whole world!" Your son stated, enthusiasm heavy in his tone. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear who this little boy looked up too.

"Obviously the number one hero Deku!" He exclaimed.

The silence was loud.

Bakugo could feel the record scratch that just went off in his head. Trying to save face he asked him, "What about the awesome Dynamight, he's way cooler than Deku." He pressed, pulling his hero plush out from behind him.

Your son looked at the plush, staring at it in silence before he got up and ran to his room. Bakugo was stunned, but not even a second later the pattering of feet could be heard and your son came back. In his hands was the limited edition Deku plushy, "You can keep that one mister, I have my own that my mom got me!" He exclaimed.

Bakugo was to shocked to speak, how could you never tell him your son was a Deku fanboy. He felt like he was just stabbed through the heart and betrayed by his kingdom.

The small child didn't notice Bakugo's change in demeanor and happily continued playing with his toys. While Bakugo was sitting in silence rethinking all his life choices that led up to this moment.

You called both of your boys into the kitchen to eat, your son blasting off once he heard food was ready while your boyfriend slowly trudged after him.

As all of you settled down to eat, your boy started blabbering questions to Bakugo. Nothing was off the table, from his favorite color, to if he loved his mommy. That question had you choking on your food as you tried to hide your flustered expression.

Bakugo surprisingly answered all his questions honestly and with the tone suited for talking to a child, still a little gruff but at least he wasn't shouting. You were happy seeing your boys getting along, even though you knew they would get along you were still nervous.

Caught up in your feelings, you didn't hear your son asking you something. "Mom did you know mister likes heroes too!" He gushed. You couldn't help but smirk hearing that, giving your boyfriend the side eye. "Can I show him my Deku collection? Please mom!" Your son pressed.

"Collection?" Bakugo questioned, his face had a look of confusion as he glanced between you and the boy.

You nodded to your son before he was out of his chair and dragging Bakugo by his finger towards his room. You silently followed them, as you waiting for your boyfriend's reaction to the grand reveal.

Your son's door opened and Bakugo stopped in his tracks and he took in the room.

Everything was Deku themed.

From the bedsheets to the furniture, the decorations on the walls and on his desk, all he saw was Midoriyas face.

The closest door was cracked open and inside he saw a Deku's hero costume as a onesie. The same kind that he and Midoriya wore when they were children.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes with the look of betrayal written on his face. You couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Enjoying his misery as your son showed him around his room and talked about all his decorations in great detail.

Funnily enough Bakugo gave your son more information about Deku that wasn't even public knowledge and told him only a real fan would know that stuff. Your son's eyes twinkled as he hung on to your boyfriends every word, his view of him was of an angel when Bakugo promised to bring him a rare collectors card next time he came over.

The three of you had a great time and Bakugo only left just after your son fell asleep. As you walked him to the door he couldn't help but give you a pointed look. "You set me up." He stated, grabbing you close. "I don't know what you're talking about.?" You feigned ignorance, trying to look as innocent as possible. Bakugo just huffed, shaking his head lightly as he gave you a goodbye kiss.

On his ride in the elevator he whipped out his phone to send a quick text. "You better be at my place with your card collection by the time I get home."

All the way across town was Midoriya staring at his phone confused at the text Bakugo randomly sent him.

so hey... mean, husband! katsuki loving how you smell WAY TOO MUCH.

it was supposed to be innocent. you had only wanted a damn opinion.

“hey, smell this,” you said, leaning toward him in his office, tilting your head slightly to expose your neck. “i got a new perfume, and i wanna know what you think.”

you thought a quick visit wouldn't hurt. you were expecting a quick answer. maybe a grunt, maybe an eye roll, maybe a “tch, smells fine,” in that usual gruff way of his.

it got his attention. his eyes flickered up, and before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you right into his space. then, instead of a quick sniff like a normal person, he leaned in, nose brushing against your neck, inhaling deeply.

the scent—sweet, warm, something intoxicating hit him all at once, and suddenly, his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

he sniffed your neck again, slower this time, like he was trying to commit the scent to memory. his breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“katsuki?” you murmured, blinking.

and before you could react, he kissed you. it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. his lips pressed hot and firm against the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands gripping your waist like he needed you closer.

you barely had time to process before his teeth scraped against your skin. “hey—”

“shut up,” he mumbled, mouth trailing down, biting, sucking, claiming.

your breath hitched as he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you shiver. you swallowed, trying again. “that's no way to talk to your wife—"

another kiss. another bite. another low, pleased growl from him as he pulled you closer, pressing your body flush against his. his hands roamed, holding you firmly against him as he groaned against your skin.

“so, do you like the perfume or—”

“i dunno,” he muttered against your skin, mouth hot, voice rough. “still figurin' it out.”

you squeaked, hands gripping his shoulders. “are you even trying..?"

"mhm," he hummed, lips trailing along your neck, teeth scraping before he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. “still can’t tell. lemme try again.”

you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts, but with the way he was devouring your neck, leaving marks, kissing you like he owned you, you were starting to give in.

“you—” you shivered, barely holding back a gasp as he devoured your neck, his breathing growing heavier.

somewhere between the heat, the teasing, and the way his fingers dug into your hips, you forgot why you even asked him in the first place.

you were losing this battle.

“… fine,” you exhaled, tilting your head to give him more access. “forget the damn perfume.”

he smirked against your skin, his hands creeping down to unbutton your blouse. “already did, sweetheart.”

“katsuki,” you breathed, gripping onto his shoulders.

"tch,” he smirked against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder. “sound real nice when you say my name like that.”

"katsuki."

he pulled back slightly, half-lidded eyes full of heat and amusement. “what?”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep some semblance of control. “this is your office.”

he scoffed. “so?”

“so? someone could walk in and—”

he smirked, leaning in close, his lips barely brushing against yours. “then you better keep quiet, yeah?”

a shiver ran down your spine as katsuki’s fingers worked at the buttons of your blouse, slow and deliberate. his mouth never left your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing.

“you smell too damn good,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, sending a wave of heat straight through you. "fuck."

"oh, so now you have an opinion," you huffed, torn between stopping him and letting him ruin you right here, in his office.

pop. another button undone. his hands brushed against the newly exposed skin of your chest, and you sucked in a sharp breath as his hand toys with the edges of your bra.

“you fuckin' started this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “you really thought i’d just smell you and let it go?”

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. “i just wanted a damn opi—"

rip. he tore the rest of the buttons open, completely impatient, exposing your lace bra to the cool air.

your eyes widened. “you asshole.”

he just grinned, unbothered. “shouldn’t’ve worn somethin’ so easy to take off.”

but before you could argue, he grabbed your hips, shifting your body. you were bent over his desk, your skirt riding up your thigh, his breath hot against your ear.

“you’re such a damn tease,” he muttered, tugging your skirt up to reveal your plump ass. “askin’ me dumb shit while smellin’ like that?”

“you’re the one who couldn’t control yourself,” you shot back, your fingers curled against the desk, your voice not nearly as steady as you wanted it to be.

a sharp smack landed on your ass, making you jolt.

katsuki smirked. “yeah? you sayin’ you don’t want this?”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t say shit. i just—just wanted to know if you liked the—”

he chuckled, dark and amused. “oh?” his hands slid lower, fingers finding your waist. “then lemme show you how much i like it, yeah?”

before you could snap back, he pulled you flush against him, letting you feel just how hard he was. fuck, you could already feel the hot, wet need pooling at your core, dampening your panties.

“tch. still wanna run that mouth?”

you clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly, teasingly. “that’s what i thought.”

you sucked in a breath when katsuki’s hands roamed over your folds, rubbing the soft, glistening skin with such care. you hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, feeling his length rest on the valley of your ass.

“katsuki,” you breathed, your grip tightening on the desk. you swallowed hard, pressing back against him. “please... please, put it in already.”

that did it.

katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening as he exhaled a shaky breath. “shit,” he muttered. “didn’t think you’d beg so pretty. but since you asked so nicely…”

you barely had time to process his words before you felt the tip of his cock in between your folds, your warm cunny clenching around him.

"fuck," you whimpered, trembling against him as he slowly pushes his cock all the way in, gently kissing your cervix. "it's too much… too much."

katsuki groaned, his nails digging into the plush of your hips as he watches his cock disappear into your folds. “nah... you can take it.”

your body shivered at the way his grip on your waist tightened, like he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

he smirked at the sight, steadying his cock and slowly pulling out, but you could still feel your cunny cling to his tip. “look at you… so fuckin' wet... didn't need fuckin' foreplay with you, huh?”

“it's your fault,” your voice laced with frustration and something dangerously close to desperation.

katsuki scoffed, his grip on you tightening. “oh, yeah?”

then— smack. a sharp gasp left your lips as his palm landed firmly on your ass again, the sudden sting making you jolt forward against the desk. “katsu—!”

“shut up,” he growled, his voice low, massaging the red he marked on your ass. “you’re the one beggin’ me earlier like a little slut, and now you wanna blame me?”

“’m sorry,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath. “'m sorry, 'm sorry...”

katsuki chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against you as his hand drags down to your folds. “yeah? you sorry now?”

you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he dragged his fingers up to your clit, rubbing you softer this time, almost soothing. but his grip on your hips told a different story.

“didn’t sound too sorry a second ago,” he muttered, his hands moves feverishly, gripping you tighter.

your body jolted as another sharp smack landed, the sting spreading across your skin, making you yelp. “fuck, i-i'm sorry already..."

katsuki hummed, his hand smoothing over the spot he just struck before gripping your waist again. “mhm, that so?”

you nodded frantically, but he just chuckled. “you keep sayin’ that... but you’re still here, beggin’ for more.”

your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach as he pulls his cock all the way out before pushing back in just as slowly, feeling the way every inch of him drags against your creamy, velvet walls.

then, katsuki suddenly slams the rest of his cock deep inside of you, harshly bringing your hips to his, his abdomen pressing up against your ass, the sensation of his heavy balls against your clit too hard to ignore.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. his hands, his mouth, the way he owned every inch of you.

another smack made you gasp again, a choked whimper slipping past your lips. katsuki groaned at the sound, bringing his fingers to your mouth to muffle your moans, feeling your lips suck on him.

“thats it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “too fuckin’ cute when you whimper like that.”

the desk shook beneath you, papers scattered to the floor, your legs felt weak, your breath ragged. you were barely able to form words anymore. the only thing escaping your lips were quiet apologies, murmured between gasps as your body shuddered under his touch.

finally, katsuki groaned, pulling his fingers away from your mouth to arch your back against him, your faces close enough, your lips almost touching. “enough."

then, he kissed you. it was deep, firm, demanding, swallowing every breathless apology, every whimper, every ounce of resistance you had left. his hands slid up your sides, pulling you even closer, making sure you felt him, making sure you knew you were forever his.

“love you,” you murmured, barely realizing the words were slipping out between breaths. his grip on you tightened for just a second, his breath hitching against your skin. “love you… s'much, katsu…”

“love you too,” he muttered against your lips, voice raw with emotion. “love you so fuckin' much...”

your breath came in soft, shaky gasps against his lips, your body still pressed against his. the overwhelming heat of his touch, the way he held you, the way he owned every inch of you—it was too much.

his lips were at your ear, voice rough, uneven. “almost there,” he murmured, his grip tightening.

you could only nod, your own breaths coming out in shaky gasps. the tension, the heat, the way he moved... it was building, higher and higher, pushing you toward that high you need.

“katsu,” you whimpered, your fingers digging into the desk as waves of heat surged through you. "'m.. close too.."

his breathing is just as uneven, his grip on you tightening. “i got you, sweetheart... just— fuck... go ahead and cum for me..."

a shudder ran through you as the tension coiled impossibly tight, and then— your body melted against his as you feel his cock paint your walls white, a deep groan rumbled from his chest as your slick covers him. his grip bruises your hips as he buried his face into your neck, riding out your orgasm with you.

for a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing, the warmth of his body against yours, and the quiet hum of satisfaction lingering between you.

then, you feel katsuki's hand running down your back in soothing strokes bringing you back down from your high.

“yeah,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder. “i definitely like the scent on you, baby.”

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