Tell Me Why Am I Taking These Classes Again?

Includes| izuku midoriya x fem! Reader

Warnings| fem! pronouns, everyone’s bisexual [they’re fucking each other], reader dislikes men [in general], implied age gap, noncon filming, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Notes| repost from my old blog. this is my favourite characterization of deku that i have written.

“Keep it professional, nerd,” Katsuki— the hypocrite who has, in fact, fucked several of his employees— says.

Izuku ignores him. Not because of the hypocrisy, but because he knows better than to jeopardize your already strenuous relationship. He doesn’t need a warning from the Zeus of the pro hero community to keep it professional with you. Unlike the vast majority of his employees who happen to be fans at minimum, you despise him. Not him specifically but he likes to tell himself it’s only him, it makes him feel special. You almost remind him of a young, decidedly stupider, Kacchan.

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, finding his eyes glued to you. Izuku can’t help but laugh. “Stay away from my sidekicks. Especially that one,” he says. “She’s not like the others and I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it as a threat.”

Katsuki bristles. “Found yourself a me then?”

Izuku sips carefully from his glass. “She’s better than you, her attitude isn’t as bad and she’s nowhere near as self-righteous or confident as you were at her age. What I mean is she doesn’t particularly like men.”

Katsuki’s head swivels toward him. At Izuku’s narrowed eyes and clenched jaw Katsuki begins to cackle. “Oh my God,” he wheezes.

Izuku takes another sip, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips. Shouto steps up beside Katsuki, glances between them both and then turns in your direction.

“Ah, I see. The new intern?”

Katsuki nods jerkily as he recovers from his laughing fit. “Deku finds someone attractive for the first time in fuck knows how long and they don’t even like men.”

Shouto gives Izuku a pitying smile, and Izuku glares at him. “She’s attracted to men,” he clarifies, icily. “She just- she’s not happy about it.”

“I think if I had to wake everyday and be attracted to men…” Shouto trails off dramatically. “I wouldn’t be happy about it either.”

Katsuki and Izuku turn to him simultaneously. Izuku with a raised brow and Katsuki with a knowing smirk. Shouto blinks innocently back at them. Izuku’s eyes trail the length of Shouto. Dragging over the immaculately styled dual strands of his hair, twinkling eyes, soft lips dented by teeth so white Izuku has to remind himself that Shouto’s actually been in toothpaste commercials.

He cocks his head, a smile splitting his features at his friends attire. A cream colored button up with the top buttons undone to expose the single gold strand of a chain that loops around his neck, a circular pendant— with his mother’s name scrawled across the diameter— is nestled against his exposed chest. He wears it under matching navy trousers and blazer. On one hand he wears a thick gold ring on his middle finger and another smaller one on his index, on the other a thick gold bracelet clinks against an expensive looking watch.

He looks everything like the spoilt son of a billionaire. He even looks a little like the playboy the press imagines him to be. Shouto wears his industrial bar across the top of his ear but has neglected to wear anything in the other piercings on his face. If Izuku didn’t know him as well as he did he might have bought whatever Shouto had been forced to sell tonight.

“They’re trying to make me an eligible bachelor,” Shouto scowls. Katsuki chokes on his drink.

“What?”

“No fucking way.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “I imagine they think declaring me a bachelor will end our arrangement.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Do you want to end our arrangement?”

Shouto gives him an incredulous look. “Don’t be stupid Bakugo.”

“Yeah, Kacchan don’t be stupid,” your voice has all three of them bristling.

“The fuck are you calling Kacchan?” Katsuki whirls on you. From a distance you looked beautiful but up close Izuku has to remind himself to breathe. He almost has to manually force the air through his lungs and into his heart.

Dressed in his agency’s colours you look regal, he wonders how many supposed gentlemen have tried to compliment you tonight only to be ignored. Or worse, openly glared at. He’d never met a more prickly person in his life, he couldn’t compare you to a wild animal either because other than your dislike for men you were an actual angel. He’d seen you with kids while on patrol and the elderly and even with hurt men and women. Your presence was like a balm to them. And yet you could pull apart a man’s pride without uttering a single word.

It was a little unnerving.

Izuku watches with rising amusement as your eyes widen. Evidently you hadn’t realized they’d overheard you. You attempt to scramble backward but Shouto is quick to stop you. One hand snapping out before you’re out of reach and drawing you into their semi circle.

“What did you hear?” he asks. His tone takes on that of his hero persona and for a second Izuku thinks you may begin to cry. To his surprise however you manage to compose yourself. Your eyes fall briefly to where Shouto’s grip still remains on your arm and then back to his face.

“Something about an arrangement,” you try to sound casual but your voice cracks at the end and Katsuki grins wolfishly. For all your bravado against Izuku, the number two and three heroes could instill an embarrassing amount of fear in you. For some reason you were more terrified of Shouto— arguably one of the nicest, though a little absentminded, men to ever exist— than Katsuki— the walking bomb.

“Something about an arrangement?” Shouto repeats doubtfully. “Is that all?”

You gulp, clearly you no longer trust your voice because you elect to give a jerky nod in answer.

“Now, now,” Katsuki croons and it’s at this exact moment that Izuku catches on to what the other two are about to do. “Use your voice, sweetheart.”

You go absolutely rigid in Shouto’s arms. Izuku feels like he watches your fear evaporate, making room for what he now recognizes is the precursor to a tongue lashing. He can’t identify the emotion but he can tell by the way your lips press into a form line and your hands curl into a fist. “Excuse me? That is inappropriate.” You try to pull your arm out of Shouto’s hold. “Seriously? I said I heard something about an arrangement. That’s it, no need to keep me around any longer. Let go of me.”

Izuku purses his lips in annoyance. “Is it inappropriate? Or are you just quick to assume everyone is flirting with you? He calls everyone sweetheart. It’s a little egotistical of you to think every man who talks to you is trying to flirt isn’t it?”

The words are out before he can stop himself, Shouto looks uncharacteristically satisfied by your embarrassment.

“Let’s not forget you were eavesdropping on what should have been a conversation among friends,” Shouto adds. He releases your arm, straightening to his full height. “I don’t believe that’s all you heard but I have no way of proving otherwise. Just know that if anything we’ve discussed before this moment ends up in the media you’ll be the first on my list of suspects, sweetheart.”

Izuku knows all of your tells. It’s part of his job as your boss to point out your weaknesses, and as he watches you clasp your hands tightly to hide their shaking he smiles.

“It’s fine Shouto,” he sighs. “I’ll handle this.”

He takes a step toward you, his smile growing when you take a deep breath. Your lids flutter and you take the hand he’s offered you gingerly. The tension in your body as Izuku guides you through the crowd of pros and celebrities makes him chuckle.

“Relax,” he whispers to you. “I’m only finding us somewhere quiet to talk.”

That makes it worse. “How do I know you’re not going to murder me to keep me quiet?”

Izuku laughs. “If you think you’ve heard anything worth being killed for then I’ll let you go right now.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as he steps into an empty room near the entrance. Discarded tables and chairs litter the space. You don’t let go of his arm as he leads you to a table with chairs surrounding it.

Even in private Izuku’s manners come naturally, he pulls your chair out and helps you into it before taking his own.

“So, what did you really hear?” he asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the material.

Izuku Midoriya is the reason you dislike men. Not him exactly, but everything he represents with his deliciously messy curls and freckles, and those vibrant green eyes. He’s what you imagine the perfect man should not only look like but act like.

And while it should pain you to admit that any man is perfect, it doesn’t bother you as much as it should to admit that Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya is. And therein lies the issue of why he must still be disliked. For all his perfection you doubt he’s any different from every other man on the planet behind closed doors. So yes, he is the reason you dislike men because everything that glitters is definitely not gold.

You mean that with only a small portion of your brain though because the majority of it has zeroed in on the bunching of his shoulders under his dress shirt as he removes his jacket and thus disagrees. And your heart and pussy disagree immensely with that small portion of your brain because why on Earth would such a beautiful man be created if not to be gold? Your heart sinks as he begins to fidget with his cuffs.

Your pussy gives a helpless spasm as he begins to carefully fold the sleeve up, uncovering his forearms for your eyes. You gulp.

“Are you going to tell me? Or…” he doesn’t look at you as he does the same to the other arm. You try to focus on what you should be answering but the sudden exposure of the tanned flesh of his arms, chorded with muscles and littered with scars and veins has you distracted.

He clears his throat. Both hands settle on the table in front of him, the fingers of one hand begin to drum the surface of the table while the other lays palm up and relaxed.

For a moment you allow yourself to venture into dark waters. The kind that would drown you in the sensation of his fingers dragging along every exposed inch of your skin. Maybe dipping into the plunging neckline of your dress, or trailing along the exposed flesh of your thigh. Maybe he’ll be the one to find out that you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress. Those thick fingers brushing unknowingly close to your dampened pussy. And then maybe, maybe they’d climb higher, the bruised knuckles of his hands teasing at the plump lip of your cunt.

Izuku snaps his fingers, and you jump, slamming a hand against your pounding heart. He mistakes your reaction for fear and you watch as he makes an effort to visibly relax each of his muscles. Your pussy clamps down on nothing when his fingers flex, he reclines in his seat, drawing his hands to the edge of the table. He props one elbow on the chair arm and the other on the table.

“The faster you tell me what you heard the faster you can get out of here,” he tries again.

“I- I don’t know what I heard,” you admit. Their conversation about arrangements and Shouto’s apparent status as a bachelor didn’t make sense to you. Whatever their arrangement was it remained a secret that only they knew. “I heard about the bachelor thing and the arrangement…but it was out of context. I have no idea what you were talking about.”

You almost pat yourself on the back for getting that out with minimum mumbling. He blinks.

“I guess that’s right but you really can’t put two and two together?” he asks skeptically.

You’re not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented by the fact that he expects you to. There’s really no substance to what you heard and you weren’t eavesdropping on purpose, you were trying to get to the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was merely a coincidence that you passed that close to them.

You turn over the conversation in your head. Why would making Shouto a bachelor convince him to end an arrangement with the number one and two heroes? Furthermore, what kind of arrangement did they have that could be affected by Shouto’s status as a bachelor? You stare at Izuku, he stares back.

He runs a hand through his hair and immediately the curls return to their previous positions. You continue to stare until he lifts a quizzical brow at you. And then as though a puzzle has been revealed to you all the missing pieces begin to fill in. Your face heats, your mouth falling open before you can stop yourself.

“I see you’ve made four?”

“Oh—”

A sudden image of Izuku Midoriya kissing Shouto Todoroki flits through your head and your body erupts in a wave of heat. You stand quickly, fear that you’ll leave a damp spot on the dress driving you. You brace your hands on the table. Another image of a hot tempered blonde kissing Izuku has your breath leaving you in a near whimper.

Why would the Universe ever make it so that those three could fuck each other? Belatedly you wonder if there is a law prohibiting something that delicious, that beautiful— another image of a very naked Katsuki on his knees with Shouto’s cock in his mouth has you swaying—from existing.

A buzzing fills the air and you glance down to find black whip wrapped securely around your waist. Izuku still sits, reclined in the chair but his eyes have darkened. The bright emerald melting to a green that reminds you of rainforests.

“You can’t leave until we discuss what you plan to do with whatever it is you think you know,” he says calmly. Black whip tightens around you in warning before snapping back into Izuku. You realize with a jolt that you’re shaking.

“You- you have- you’re in a relationship?” The question is almost a screech.

“We’re not,” he shakes his head. “Sit down. Please.”

You drop like lead into the chair, your dampened pussy not forgotten but if you’d really just learned that the top three heroes fucked each other, a wet pussy was the least of your problems.

“I’m not answering any of your questions about what we have until you tell me how I can stop you from telling anyone else.”

You laugh, admittedly it’s a bit hysterical but he couldn’t be serious. “Who the fuck is going to believe me?”

Izuku begins to drum with his fingers again. “You’re one of my sidekicks, they’d believe you well enough.”

You blink at him, stupefied. “No offense, Deku, but it would be your word against mine. That is, the word of a sidekick, who everyone would assume is just an obsessed fan, versus the word of award winning Pro Heroes.”

Izuku smiles at you. You’re stunned by the fact that it’s genuine. “Everyone who knows you, knows you’re not a fan. In fact, it’s pretty common knowledge around the agency that you don’t particularly like men.” He shrugs. “The story we could spin is that you’re trying to take down three of the most powerful men in Japan because of your personal vendetta against our species.”

Your heart thuds loudly. He’s right. “I- it’s- I would never do something like that,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You have no reason to believe me but- but I respect you. I respect all of you, I know it must have taken a lot of work to get where you are and I respect that.”

Your eyes fall to the mass of scars on his hands from several breaks during his teenage years. You pause, considering his words. “Why would- why would it be spun like that? I mean, so what if you’re gay?”

“We’re bisexual,” he corrects. “And the masses wouldn’t care and I don’t either, in fact none of us care. It’s the fact that it’s not just two of us…or three for that matter.” You blanch, how many other pros were fucking each other? But it shouldn’t be that surprising, it was hard finding someone who could remain discreet about sleeping with a pro. “What we want is to let the public know on our own terms, when we’re ready. Though Shouto really, really doesn’t care.”

He sits up, propping both elbows on the table. “It wouldn’t destroy our image,” he admits. “But of course that depends on who’s telling the story.”

It makes sense. If this information got out and into the wrong hands it could be spun several ways. “You don’t have to buy my silence,” you say.

Izuku’s smile widens. “I never really planned to. I can have an NDA drawn up in fifteen minutes and you’d sign it like a good girl whether or not we had this conversation.”

Your mind grinds to a sudden halt, your cerebrum stepping harshly on the brakes at the ‘good girl’ casually thrown into the sentence. You have to give it a moment to restart before you can respond. “So- so why- I don-”

“I wanted a reason to talk to you outside of work.”

Rage simmers only for a second before you remember the situation you’re in.

“You’re welcome to be angry,” he nods. “Were you enjoying yourself?”

The sudden shift in conversation is not helping your already stumbling brain. “Uh- yes?”

He chuckles, “Is that a question?”

“It’s not,” you clear your throat, eyes falling to the table. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sorry if we spoiled it for you,” the sincerity of his words catches you off guard.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “The night’s not over yet.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he cocks his head as he regards you. “Why do you hate men so much?”

“I don’t hate men,” you reply automatically. “I think men have their purpose.”

Izuku’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “And what is our purpose?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” you shrug. You're not sure why you’re making an effort not to insult him.

“Okay…let’s try this again,” he chuckles. “Why are you single?”

“Because I have no reason to be in a relationship.” You smile tightly. “Deku? Does this conversation fall into the inappropriate category?”

Izuku’s chuckle turns into a full laugh. “I think we may have crossed inappropriate a few sentences back.”

You stare at him, he stares back.

“Well?” he prompts.

“What would I do with a boyfriend?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boyfriend,” you cross one leg above the other, your slit widening just enough to expose the top of your thigh.

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not trying to tell you that,” you shrug.

“I think I should be more direct,” Izuku tugs on his tie and if he adds anything you don’t hear him because you’re focused on the way he pulls the silky material free from his collar, his finger hooked in the knot as he frees it from the shirt. He lays it on the table between you and works the top button at the base of his throat open, his fingers massage his Adam’s apple.

He says your name and your eyes snap up to his. Heat settles in your chest and face when you realize he’s caught you staring. “What I really want to know is if you’re sexually active…”

You blink rapidly. No, you must have misheard. Surely, he wouldn’t ask you something like- “Excuse me?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, you don’t want a boyfriend, so what do you do to curb your sexual desires?”

“I have toys,” you reply. His lips twitch, eyes trailing along your body and lingering on your thigh. For a moment it doesn’t register that you’ve answered his question but then it does, and your simmering rage resurfaces with a vengeance. “Is that all Deku? I’d like to get back to the party before this crosses further into inappropriate territory?”

“So, you haven’t had a real cock inside of you in how long?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop yourself. “A long time.”

“Do you miss it?”

You become aware of how far across the table he’s leaned just as you become aware of the dampness between your thighs. You gulp, your rage fizzling out. You get the distinct feeling the number one hero is about to proposition you. So you answer honestly.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hide his surprise at your honesty. “And if I was offering to help you with that how would you feel?”

“I’d accept.”

This time his mouth falls open. “You’re- you’re serious?”

“I think I’m already neck deep in shit and while I’m here I should enjoy it,” you swallow the nerves climbing your throat. He blinks once, twice, three times before he stands.

“C’mon,” he reaches for your hand. “I have room upstairs.” You stand carefully, conscious of the mess you’ve made of your thighs. He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and hands you a keycard. “I’ll get the spare from the front desk and meet you in fifteen minutes.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Try not to eavesdrop on any other heroes on your way up.”

And then he kisses you.

Pro Hero Deku is kissing you. And fuck can he kiss. It’s a slow, toe curling, tongue sucking, lip biting affair that has you clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself up right. His arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you to his body, the hard muscles against your softness has you both groaning into the kiss.

Deku’s lips are soft and perfect and you can’t help the way you sink your teeth into his plush bottom lip. He pulls away slowly, and you feel rather than hear his chuckle when you lean all of your weight into him. Your eyes remain closed for long enough that he presses another far more chaste kiss to your lips.

When you open your eyes he’s staring at you intensely. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod vigorously. “Yes.”

“When you get to the room take the dress off, leave everything else on,” he instructs.

You blink, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “There’s nothing under this dress.”

The arm around your waist tenses, he pulls back enough to reach the slit in your dress and the drag of the tips of his fingers along the outside of your thigh has you quivering. Your breaths come in uneven pants the higher they slip, his eyes fall to where his fingers begin to disappear under the material. You shudder when he reaches your hip and he spreads his big palm across it, the dress has lifted enough to expose you to the air in the room. He curses.

“Have you seriously been walking around like this all night?”

“Mhm,” you hum, because his fingers have stroked across your hip and back down to the inside of your thigh where he can feel the wetness that has collected there.

You’re not prepared for when he turns you around and hoists you onto the table. He drops to his knees almost reverently, bunching the material of your dress up enough to stick his head in between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he presses a kiss. To the sensitive flesh on the inside of your knee.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He runs his tongue slowly from your knee up to the inside of your thigh and then pauses at the place where it meets your hip. He laps after the dried slick and kisses from there across your mons and to the other thigh.

Gingerly he lifts one leg and releases your dress so it covers his head entirely and then he buries his face in your pussy, startling a squeak out of you. His tongue spreads your lips with a low squelch that has you scrambling to grab onto the table, it delves deeper, bumping into your clit and gliding over your hole. He hums, the vibration ricocheting off the already singing nerves in your clit.

“Right there,” you pant when he uses his grip on your leg to spread you wider and latches onto your clit roughly. He suckles until you’re trembling, your hands vibrating as they struggle to hold you up. His tongue dips tentatively into the right opening of your pussy and you yelp. Izuku freezes, pulling away from your skirt to reach for his disregarded tie.

“We’re still in public,” he chuckles, balling the tie up in one hand. The bottom half of his face glistens and heat rises to your cheeks as he licks his lips. “Open up.”

Your mouth falls open immediately and when he shoves the balled up tie in between your lips you almost gag.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Stay still and stay quiet. I wasn’t quite finished.”

He doesn’t wait for you to settle against the table before he’s slipping one deliciously long finger into you. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking as he adds two more fingers to your pussy, he gives an experimental twist and your body bows forward. The tie is the only thing stopping you from screaming as you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm, only slowing when you moan at the overstimulation.

He pulls away enough to stare down at your swollen pussy lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and then he gives a soft kiss to your clit and each labia before sitting back on his calves and adjusting your dress.

He helps you stand, pulling the tie from your mouth, and chuckles at your wobbly knees and uneven breathing. “Will you make it to the room on your own?”

You nod weakly, the keycard still clutched in your hands as you step away from him. “I’ll survive but if you’re not there in fifteen minutes I’m leaving.”

“Fifteen minutes is perfect,” he smiles and for the first time tonight you notice a dimple in his left cheek. “You should head out first.”

With that you grab your purse and escape through the door you’d entered. You freeze when you step out the door and come face to face with Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki.

“Had a good time?” Shouto asks innocently.

“I bet she fucking did,” Katsuki’s laugh sends pleasant tingles along your spine. You begin to back away only to collide with the door behind you. They don’t advance on you. Katsuki remains with his gaze somewhere above your head, his hands tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Shouto on the other hand flashes you a knowing smirk, before stepping out of your way.

By the time you get to the room you’re shaking. The reality of what you’ve agreed to hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The room is gorgeous, not in the extravagant way you expected. The walls are cream and the furnishings are dark brown. There’s a massive bed in the middle with a small bedside table on the left and a door on the right. One wall boasts floor to ceiling glass windows with a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night. The other sports a giant rectangular mirror that reflects the bed. A mini fridge, wall mounted television and walk in closet complete the room.

Izuku doesn’t make you wait long, and when he opens the door arm laden with snacks your heart does a strange little somersault. It’s almost like she’s trying to tell you this is why she disagrees with that small portion of your brain.

He pauses to dump the snacks on the side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes take over you, naked and propped against the pillows.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this the last time you’ll ask me this tonight?”

“Probably not,” he admits. “Consent is sexy. Very, very sexy. Especially for me.”

You consider him for a moment. “Kiss me.”

He moves so fast you don’t see him until he’s hovering above you. His discarded suit jacket is tossed somewhere in the room as he slots his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply.

It’s unhurried and gentle but as he eases the weight of his body onto yours, spreading your thighs and settling between them you become frantic. The material of his shirt brushes against your nipples with each breath you take, your clit bumps against the crotch of his pants, no doubt dampening the material.

Izuku kisses you like he has the rest of his life to fuck you and not just a handful of hours. Only after the thought crosses your mind do you realize how dangerous it is. His tongue laps circles around yours coaxing and teasing it into his own mouth so he can suck on it.

By the time he pulls away you’re dazed. You have to blink several times as he undresses before you can focus on him. He’s littered in freckles. You want to kiss every single one, and it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. There are magazine spreads dedicated to this man’s body.

Broad shoulders taper off into what has to be abs hand carved by Michelangelo himself, a defined V frames a line of green curls leading to a glorious cock. Thick and long and dripping onto his thigh, you want to hate him for this. For being just as perfect as you expected, but then he wraps a scarred hand around the base and strokes the full length languidly, precum catches on his fingers and he uses his other hand to hold his cock steady as he rubs a teasing circle around the sensitive head.

He groans at his touch and your mind wipes clean of all disdain for Izuku Midoriya. He climbs onto the bed slowly, and to your dismay instead of settling himself between your waiting thighs he crawls around you, propping you up so he can slot himself behind you and cradle you between his thighs.

“This is about you,” it almost sounds like he’s chastising you. “If I get inside you right now this’ll be over too fast.”

You sigh as big hands rub up along your sides and cup your breasts. “I’m not complaining.”

His hands are magical. As though there isn’t enough about him that makes you want to truly despise him. He has the kind of touch that turns tension to liquid. Your muscles mold to his touch, softening until you’re completely relaxed against him. His hands dip lower then, tweaking at your hardened nipples before dragging along your sternum down to your pussy.

His fingers brush gentle, barely there circles against the sensitive nub. You can’t be sure but every single nerve in your body comes alive at the first brush. Your breaths come faster the more he touches, your hips bucking as you try forcing him to press harder. Instead he moves his hand away, waiting for your bucking to settle.

He reduces you to whining babbling mess all while he plays with your pussy and litters your neck and shoulders and jaw in kisses. At one point he dips two fingers into your hole and you scramble to grab onto his arm, your nails digging into the muscle. Only to have him pull out and continue his butterfly touches against your clit.

“What do you think about our arrangement?” he asks casually, as though he doesn’t have an arm banded around your waist and his fingers aren’t toying with your opening. “Hmm? Did you think about how we managed something like that?”

You nod jerkily, the images from earlier flooding your mind.

“Yeah?” he coos. “Did you think of me with Kacchan or Shou?”

You swallow around a mouthful of saliva when he runs his tongue from the side of your neck up to your ear. “Both,” you choke out. “I thought- I thought about you with both.”

“At the same time?” he chuckles against your ear and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks your body. His fingers dip teasingly into your opening.

“No. One- one at a time.”

“Did you think about me fucking of them?” he prods. You shake your head, no longer trusting yourself to speak without betraying just how shaken he has you. “Do you know that I’ve thought about you? Like this?”

You tense and he tuts, the pressure on your clit increases suddenly and your body jolts, your orgasm crashing like an errant wave against shores. Someone is whimpering and it takes you far too long to realize that someone is you. Izuku withdraws from between your thighs, instead focusing on rubbing the plush tops of them as he continues.

“I’ve thought about you cumming on my tongue and fingers a lot,” he confesses. “Ever since you told Denki off to be honest. Wanted to press my mouth to every inch of your skin baby, to nibble and suck anywhere you’d let me.”

His words are almost reverent as his hands spread your thighs wider. “And-“ you can hear his throat working around the saliva as he gulps, “-and I’ve thought about you with us.”

There’s no question about who ‘us’ is referring to . Maybe if more of your brain were functioning you’d have the decency to be embarrassed, concerned even but at his words your pussy clenches.

Izuku maneuvers you both to face the long mirror on the wall. “I’ve thought about Shou fucking your little pussy while I watch,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on his fingers. They’ve spread your pussy now, exposing you to the room and Izuku’s greedy gaze. “And Shou would love every second of it. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Oh—” The image has you squirming against him.

He says it so casually that you can only blink at the words. “Or helping you sit on Katsuki’s face,” he groans, dipping his finger into you at the same time that he explains. “Katsuki has a magical tongue, it’s unfair the things he can do with that thing.”

“Yes,” you whine, your hips swiveling in your search for more friction.

Your body spasms around the intrusion. Izuku’s finger is coated in a translucent white layer as he begins to fuck you slowly with it. “Yes? Yes to which one?”

He adds a second finger slow enough that you watch as your cunt adjusts around the additional width. You’ve made a mess of the bedding under you. “Yes to- yes to all of- ah, please-” Izuku curls his fingers into you, sinking them into the spongy spot near your opening. His lips are parted, his brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his view through the mirror to finger you. Your conversation is momentarily forgotten as he rubs the calloused pads of his fingers into you until your grip on his arm tightens.

Your eyes widen as your orgasm builds, “Oh- I’m- I’m gonna make- make a mess,” you babble in warning. “Gonna make a me- oh!”

He pulls out as your pussy spits and gushes cum onto the mattress. He smiles at you through the reflection, before landing a harsh slap to your now sensitive pussy, you choke, barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?” he mocks, another slap lands between your legs and you struggle to close them around his hand. Your body jerks, tears filling your eyes. “And what about me? Did you like having my fingers shoved inside you?”

You nod dumbly, your pussy clenching at the memory.

“Me too,” he sighs, landing another slap to the puffy irritated lips. “Loved it, loved how soft and wet you were. So perfect, can’t wait to feel you around my cock. To have your greedy pussy sucking me in.”

You keen, your lips parted on a silent scream as he suddenly pinches your clit, a small spurt of cum gushes from you and Izuku’s fingers immediately flatten against your pussy, rubbing your clit until your mini orgasm passes.

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you by the backs of your knees and positioning you over his cock.

“Look,” he urges when your eyes threaten to shut at the first press of his cock at your opening. “You’re so fucking tight,”’ he hisses. “Look how much you have to stretch, baby.”

Your eyes fall to your pussy and you gasp as he drops you onto his cock. Your pussy swallows the length of him mesmerizingly, your eyes are glued to the way your hole flexes around his cock. He uses his grip on you to bounce you on his cock, guiding the speed of your fucking until your head lolls back against his shoulder and you can no longer watch as your cum layers his cock, watch as his hips connect to yours by strands of your slick. All you can do is whine and moan as his cock bumps against every sensitive spot inside of you.

You’re at his mercy, only squirming when he shifts both of your legs together and supports them with one hand. He turns you on your side in his lap, spreading his thighs and holding you still as he fucks up into you. At any other time it might have amazed you, the way he manhandles you. Plucking at your nipples and clit until you’re crying out and then slowing his thrusts to stall your orgasm. Sweat trickles down between your breasts when he lays you down on your stomach and slips his deep into your pussy. The head presses down on your g spot and your eyes roll into your head.

“Right there?” he asks, angling his hips so his cock drags along it with each languid stroke. In this position, with his chest pressing your back into the mattress and his knees cradling your waist he fucks you slowly. Drawing out every possible sound you can make, every way you can beg. And then when his thrusts grow frantic, his own impending orgasm rising he slots his hand between your hips and the bed and reaches for your clit.

You cum with a broken wail of his name that intermingles with his own groan of yours. You’re both sweaty and exhausted as he pulls out of you. You grimace at the mess that follows, his cum squeezing out of you with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You can barely move as he cleans you up and carries you to the giant bathtub in the adjoining bathroom.

--

Shouto unlocks his phone before Katsuki does, his eyebrows rising into his hairline as the attached video loads. Katsuki abandons his phone to watch over Shouto’s shoulder as Izuku teases your pussy open with his fingers.

“Motherfuck-”

“That was fast,” Shouto muses. “Even for him.”

“I thought she didn't like men?” Katsuki retorts.

They stare in silence as you squirm in Izuku’s hold, Shouto is tempted to get his headphones out and listen to exactly what filth Izuku must be whispering to you. Katsuki beats him to it, handing him one side of his wireless earphone and shoving the other in his ear.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Katsuki curses, eyes closing as Izuku continues.

“Fuck it,” he turns and without a backward glance walks out of the room. It takes Shouto a moment to realize where Katsuki’s going before he’s locking his phone and snatching a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket.

“What an interesting turn of events,” he mutters to himself.

💜Masterlist 💜

All content is nsfw unless specified

Twitter nsfw acc: @miggiisdumb

Second masterlist found here

Collabs!

Commission Sheet: closed

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Bakugou:

Lazy with Bakugou

Bully Bakugou

Late night snacks with Bakugou HC (fluff)

Music you listen to with Bakugou HC (fluff)

Barbarian Bakugou HC (no smut)

Bully Bakugou II

Dom Bakugou VS dom girlfriend

Barbarian Bakugou and earth tribe princess (suggested nsfw)

Sitting on barbarian Bakugou’s lap (fluff)

Barbarian Bakugou rescues you and your daughter (fluff)

Merman Bakugou HC (fluff)

Barbarian Bakugou vs Merman Bakugou ask (no smut)

Summoning Demon King Bakugou

Summoning Chimera Bakugou

Falling for Gangster Bakugou (fluff)

Watching a movie with Bakugou

Having Chimera Bakugou as your Familiar HC

Werewolf Bakugou and werewolf Midoriya share you

Bakugou’s perfect summer

Very chaotic tit rubbing with Bakugou

Slutty Bakugou HC

Grabbing Bakugou’s ass

Slut Bakugou drops partners for you

Slut Bakugou convinces you to join his OnlyFans

Wanderlust (Naga Bakugou x reader)

Pyramid Head Bakugou

Barbarian Bakugou rescues a locked up princess (fluff)

Venom Bakugou and Host Kirishima

Flirting with Venom Bakugou

Ghoul Bakugou

Giant Bakugou

Octo Bakugou, Kirishima and Sero

Pro Hero Bakugou adopts your family (fluff)

Dad Bakugou with a lot of kids (fluff)

Dragon King Bakugou with his kids (fluff)

Dragon Hybrid Bakugou and babies (fluff)

Werewolf Bakugou and babies (fluff)

Chimera Bakugou puts you in a mating press

Dragon Bakugou comforts Donkey Reader (fluff)

Mean Bakugou

Chimera Bakugou gets you pregnant (fluff)

Using a skirt around Bakugou

Big dick Bakugou

Lento (dancing with Bakugou and Sero) (no smut)

Morning with Venom Bakugou and Host Kirishima

Accepting Merman Bakugou’s courting

Kirishima:

Talking about Dragon Kirishima

Venom Bakugou and Host Kirishima

Octo Bakugou, Kirishima and Sero

Morning with Venom Bakugou and Host Kirishima

Midoriya:

Finding Werewolf Midoriya

Werewolf Bakugou and werewolf Midoriya share you

Dad Werewolf Midoriya and Vampire Todoroki

Big dick Midoriya

More characters:

Monster Fucking Adventures

Forest Monster Tamaki

Phoenix Hawks

Naga Sero

Living with monster tenants

Monster tenants chase down your harasser

Minatour Mirio

Eldritch deity Shouji and Tokoyami

Monster tenants want to know who’s your favorite

Monster tenants’ bad courtship

Mothman Tamaki

Oni and Mummy Dabi

Chubby chasers Itadori Twins

Naga Shinso (no smut)

Werewolf Mirio

💜Art💜:

Sitting on Barbarian Bakugou’s lap

Dragon Kirishima

Octopus Sero

Sneak peek at werewolf Midoriya

Werewolf Midoriya

Sneak peek at vampire Todoroki

Vampire Todoroki

The nsfw cousins!

Slut Bakugou

Demon King Bakugou

Demon King Bakugou aftermath

On Demon Kinh Bakugou’s face

Cotton the cow girl hybrid

Cotton and Farmer Todoroki

Miggi The Hyena

Offering treats to Bull Bakugou

Cleaning Bull Bakugou’s pen

Lua the Farmer

💜You bbys Art💜

Octopus Ashido

Miss monsterfucker makes a new friend

Bubbles’ pretty Rosaline

Nanami’s Mommy ‘n’ pals🥺

Miss Blogger

Pretty bull Bakugou

Bunny Bakugou

Rosaline and OC

These "official" Shigaraki cosplay brings me so much joy

Based countless trailers and other fan tributes, this video is a compilation of other trailers and cinematic videos of Overwatch, combined to make you see what a Netflix series about the game would be like.

Link here: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCWMH4tNNbQOivnjzqzquLrw

Song: Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

Ok Bunny!Deku and bunny!reader with Kiri owner! (CW tags: hybrid, heat, ABO if you squint, overstimulation, insinuating double penetration) 

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BNHA thirst masterlist:

1A Students:

Izuku

Puppy Hybrid Izuku

Izuku + Oral headcanon

Izuku fluff from 1000 Followers Event

Tiny Izuku doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Izuki manga panel edits

Shoto

Fucking at his Dads House

Shoto smut from 1000 Followers Event

Bakugou

Stepson Bakugou + Spanking + Stepfather

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Kirishima

Dog Hybrid Kirishima + Kitty Hybrid Reader

Kirishima Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

Tiny Kiri doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Kirishima + Oral Fixation

Denki

Pegging Denki

Denki + Pegging + Fleshlight

Tenya

Tenya + Bondage

Tenya smut from 1000 Followers Event

Tenya-nii + Bath Sex

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Other Students:

Mirio

Virgin Mirio thirst reblog

Mirio + Sadism + Voyeurism

Little brother Mirio discord thirsts

Bull Mirio (art)

Shinsou

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Shinsou + Mommy Kink

Mechanic Shinsou

Tiny Shinsou doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Shinsou Smut Dialogue from 1000 Followers Event

Yo Shindo

Shindo + Rimming

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Heroes:

All Might

All Might + Cockwarming

Hawks

Masochistic Keigo-nii

Keigo + Thighfucking

Endeavor

Enji + “Bring Your Kid To Work Day”

“Take him Home” Enji + Male Reader Intern

Present Mic

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Ingenium - Tensei Iida

Tensei smut from 1000 Followers Event

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Villains:

Dabi

Pegging Dabi

Dabi and Spit + Cum play

Smut from 500 Followers Event

Dabi + Spanking + Blood Play

Big bro Dabi + Piss/Wetting

Shigaraki

Shigaraki + Pegging

Rimming Shigaraki

Shigaraki + Pegging + Crying

Giran

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

Overhaul

Kai Chisaki Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

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Others:

Natsuo

Gyno + Natsuo

Natsuo Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

Touya

Cat boy! Touya

Touya + Mommy Kink

Haikyuu thirst masterlist:

Karasuno:

Ukai

Ukai + Crotchless Panties headcanon

Ukai + Somnophilia

Ukai + Breeding Kink

Ukai + Filming headcanon

Ukai + Smoking headcanon

Fluff + Smut from 500 Followers Event

Ukai + Morning sex

Tanaka

Tanaka + Kiyoko + Pegging

Daichi

Daddy Daichi

Daichi + Pet Play

Daichi-nii catching his sister at a party

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

Sugawara

Smut from 500 Followers Event

Yamaguchi

Virgin Yamaguchi

Nishinoya

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

Nishinoya + Cum Milking

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Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa

Virgin Oikawa

Pegging Oikawa

Fingering Oikawa’s ass

Choking Oikawa

DILF Oikawa

Sci-fi + Smut from 500 Followers Event

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi + Choking

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

Mad Dog

Virgin Kyoutani thirst reblog

Kyoutani + Oral Fixation

Smut from 500 Followers Event

Matsukawa

Virgin Matsukawa

Masseuse Matsukawa reblog

Hanamaki

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

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Inarizaki:

Atsumu

Ruining Atsumu Miya

Atsumu + Muzzle

Atsumu + Osamu threesome

Osamu

Atsumu + Osamu threesome

Osamu + Spit

Aran

Senpai Aran

Sucking Aran’s balls

Kita

Smut from 500 Followers Event

Suna

Angst from 500 Followers Event

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Johzenji:

Terushima

Terushima + Snowballing + Throatfucking

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Nekoma:

Kenma

Kenma + Pegging

Kenma lending Kuroo his girlfriend

Kuroo:

Kenma lending Kuroo his girlfriend

Fluff from 500 Follower Event

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Itachiyama:

Sakusa

Pegging Sakusa

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Shiritorizawa:

Ushijima

Step daddy Ushijima

Ushijima + Size Kink

Bottom Ushijima + Masochism

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Fukuroudani:

Bokuto

Caged Where It’s Safe

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MSBY:

Meian Shugo

Meian + Full Nelson headcanon

four and more (m)

✯pairing: fushiguro toji x reader, ryōmen sukuna x reader, gojo satoru x reader, getou suguru x reader, (slight gojo x getou)

✯synopsis: the prettiest girls really are the best breeding sluts

✯wordcount: 3.6k

✯warning: gangbang, spit kink, cuckolding, breeding, unprotected sex, praise kink, double penetration, anal, cunnilingus, oral (both fem and male receiving), two cocks in one hole, all of them have big cocks.

✯note: i hope you enjoy!

✯ taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie @tendouispretty @fishandfuck @kakashisthickthighs @cutiekawa @tamasoft @nakachuchu @bonitoge @crybabygumi @sashaisangel @oikai

“Slow down, sweetheart. You’ll choke,” his deep voice rumbles, his comment causing the spectators to chuckle lightly. You restrain yourself from glaring at the man through your lashes, tears steadily sliding down your face while your nose is buried deep into the small tuft of raven hair. 

“You can’t deny, she’s a cute little thing, isn’t she? Always so fucking eager to please.” another man spoke, the voice you recognize as Suguru’s. You’ve had several encounters with him in the past, each meeting more obscene than the last. You feel him cup the flesh of your ass, purposely avoiding your dripping lips. Suguru loves to tease.

“You’re being so mean, Suguru. My little bunny deserves to have her pussy touched, doesn’t she? Tell me, bunny. Do you think you deserve to have your tiny pussy touched by all four of us?” Satoru whispers, nibbling on your ear lightly before pulling away with a mocking laugh. 

You garble around Toji’s cock, unable to respond. “She’s so pretty drooling on cock. Princess loves choking on it, doesn’t she?” Sukuna cooed, petting your head lightly before one of his hands sneakily makes its way to your breasts, his fingertips grazing your pebbled nipples. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Suck my cock properly. You’re getting too distracted here.” Toji scolds you as he grasps your head with both hands, the sheer size of his hands dwarfing your cute little head. You moan around his cock as a response, bobbing your head obediently while sliding your tongue across the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the slit.

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Reuploading my Vash art (my account was deleted) so I'd appreciate some reblogs to get the word out.

Combo of Stampede and Trimax Vash ...this version of him has my heart racing.