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izuku is moaning louder than he ever has in his life. he’s a little self conscious about it because you’ve never seen him like this before, heck, he's never seen himself like this before, but he has no control over the sounds coming out of his chest.

“...oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

izuku, the sweet, loving partner he is, agreed to let you fuck him with a strap.

"...fuck, baby, that feels so good, shit, holy shit, fuck..."

you might have been joking a little the first time you suggested it, but when his face turned beet red and he laughed nervously, you found your cheeks heating up just the same at the thought of him underneath you. and now he is.

"...'s too much, i can't, too much, fuck..." he's coming unhinged at the seams with the perfect way your hips smack into his as your strap bullies his ass, hitting his prostate in a way that makes his head spin.

you slow down, softening your thrusts out of genuine concern and he whines. "you sure, baby? you need me to stop?"

"nonono, p-please, don't stop, please," izuku begs, a frantic look of need in his eyes.

you kiss him, full of love and warmth. "since you asked so nicely...."

you return to your previous pace and fuck him hard. you can't help but think, as his eyes roll and another heavy groan leaves his chest, you finally get why your big, strong hero loves to split you in half and fuck you dumb any chance he gets.

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Incomplete Report

TW: spanking | WC: 2.4k

How did you end up here? L on top of you, the both of you in a heated kiss, and no one watching. His skin is paper white except for the hickies you left on his neck. His eyes were wide, they were calling to you, yearning for more.

. . . 

It was later in the night, everyone had gone to their rooms and it was only you and L working. “Y/N, are you almost finished with your reports?” L sat in his chair, his feet straddling the end of his seat like always. He sucked on a lollipop, his eyes on you, waiting for a reply.

You brushed the hair out of your face and look up from your laptop, the bags under your eyes showing. The man frowned, ready to get you a coffee if you needed it.

“I’m almost done, I just need to figure out a few more things.” 

Exhaling from your nose, your gaze fell back on your monitor, frustrated that you’ve been at it for so long. Hearing rolling sounds beside you, L sat right next to you.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” You sighed, ready to rebuttal, but he took the laptop without your confirmation. “Let’s see…” His finger fell onto his lip, he bit down softly, and you watched him. 

A part of you was happy he was this close to you. His elbow was near yours, and you imagined yourself brushing your arm against it. You didn’t realize you were daydreaming, staring at his arm, until his head made its way to your stuck eyes’ view.

“Uh-” Your eyes widened, and you backed up. You wished you didn’t react that way. You wanted to linger there just enough to get a good whiff. 

“I can finish this for you. It’s almost complete, and you look like you really need some rest.”

Your arms raised, your fingers saying no, but the man didn’t care. You frowned and then stood from your chair. L turned on the lights to make sure you didn’t trip, the brightness causing you to wince.

“I’ll come with you,” you felt L approach you once again, this time holding your arm in his. “Close your eyes, I’ll lead you to your room.” You did as told, closing your eyes and clinging to him. 

On your journey to your room, you leaned close to L. Every time you breathed in, you smelled how sweet he was, exactly like the sweets he ate. That thought made you wonder, and you wanted to know if he tasted just like the lollipop he was sucking. 

This wasn’t the first for you to daydream about your boss. His appearance and stature might have been a turn-off for some people, but his lanky body and demeanor just made you cave. To help you sleep every night, you’d dream about all the things you’d do to him. You’d dream about pulling his hair, seeing your handprint on his ass, and seeing what he looked like unclothed. 

You already knew how his ass looked when he and Light were fighting, you were extremely delighted.

“We’re here, you can open your eyes.” L stood beside your door, waiting for you to react.

You smiled and thanked him. You went and opened your door, but you hesitated in the doorway. You turned around, your eyes connecting with his. Your mouth opened, then closed, your pupils darting to the floor. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure of what.

“Are you alright? Do you need to talk to me about something?”

“I-...” You sighed, scratching the back of your head. “Just, thank you again.” He smiled and nodded, but he still stood there. You leaned on your door and widened your mouth again, “I don’t mean to take so long with these reports. I could do them faster. It’s just… you’re the problem L.” His head cocked back as his eyebrow arched, his eyes opening more ever so slightly. 

“What do you mean I’m the problem?”

Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe you were done with having this crush on him, but you were letting it out now. Who cares about how it might change everything? You didn’t really think it would. You mostly cared about your work and catching Kira. So, if he didn’t reciprocate anything, you could just move on and focus better.

“Y’know what.” His eyes stayed fixed on yours, “I like you L. I’ve liked you for a while. I can’t concentrate on my work well enough because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

It took a moment, but he responded, “You like me?”

“Yes, I like you.” 

After another pause, “I like you too, Y/N.”

The both of you stood there for God knows how long soaking in the shared knowledge that was dumped on the both of you. When you finally recuperated yourself, you smiled, your cheeks heating. L was doing the same.

“Do you want to come inside?” 

L nodded and entered your room, you close the door behind him. You motioned for him to sit on your bed and you sat beside him. Your bodies were turned, wanting to gaze at one another. You watched as he shifted in his jeans, his posture curled towards you. He moved his black hair away from his face only for it to fall back into place. Laughter broke the silence that the room was once filled with. 

“That’s one reason I like you,” you placed your hand on your bed and leaned on it. “I really like your mannerisms. Like how you have to eat your candies and how you curl in your chair.”

The man smiled, “I like yours as well. I like when you move your hair and reveal your neck or when you're nervous because you fidget.”

Your cheeks heat again, your posture shifting to scrunching into itself, wanting to feel your skin on your skin. “Stowp,” your hands rushed to your face, and you hid behind them. L chuckled and moved closer to you, moving your hands away with his own. The contact sent a warm rush through your body.

With the small string of confidence you had, you sat up and moved to be inches away from him. You could feel his breath on you, but he didn’t back away, “I want to know how you taste.” Your eyes turned sultry, your lips now with a thin layer of saliva. “I want to know if you taste like candy.”

L’s pale skin showed a hint of pink around his cheeks, and he smiled. Collecting courage for himself, “Then kiss me.”

Never in a million years did you think this was ever going to happen, you connecting your lips with L, feeling how soft they were, and finding out he tasted exactly like sugar. His taste was contagious. You only wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stuck your tongue out during your kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, and you found your tongues dancing with each another. 

As the kiss intensified, you found your back pressed against your bed, L on top of you. Your hands traveled all around his back. You used your fingers to run up and down his sides. Your kisses traveled to his neck, your lips attaching to the skin and leaving marks. As you did, you heard noises come from the man above you making you smirk on his skin. Soon enough, your hands traveled to his ass and you found yourself with your hands under his pants, squeezing him. 

Lawliet moaned, and he felt his legs go weak, his chest falling onto yours. Your lips separate, your hands going to the nape of his back, and you gazed at his lips and chuckled. The skin around his lips was red.

“I like how reactive you are” He smiled and fell onto your bed, him laying beside you. 

“Watch this,” he lifted his plain white T, which you used to joke camouflaged with his skin, and dragged his fingers across his stomach. Red lines slowly appeared causing your wet dreams to replay in your head.

“Can you go on your stomach?” He nodded, his head facing you, his eyes littered with wonder.

You hooked your fingers under his jeans and glanced for approval. With a nod, you lowered his jeans and realized why you didn’t feel extra fabric. He was commando.

“Do you do this often?”

“No. We ran out of laundry detergent, and I’m out of boxers.”

You both chuckled, and you placed your hand on one of his cheeks. It was soft, and the skin was bare. He was warm, and he smiled when you placed your lips on it. Leaving a kiss, you bit down softly and left a red mark. 

“Do you mind if I do something?”

“Go ahead.” In an instant, you smacked his ass. Your handprint next to the bite mark you left. “You can go harder if you want.”

“Is that a suggestion or a request?” You smirked as you rubbed his butt. He grabbed the sheets of your bed and hid behind them. “Oh, come on. Don’t lose your confidence now.”

“A request.” You blushed and grinned, L doing the same.

You found yourself mesmerized by L’s ass. The way it bounced when you hit it, the fact that your hand was perfectly copied onto his skin, and how he’d whine and ask you for more. 

What you didn’t know was that L was secretly very kinky. Whenever it was one of those days and his hormones would scream to be let out, he'd watch videos like what you two were doing in the bedroom. He’d fantasized about it and kinda hoped that he’d do it with you. To plead and beg for more, to be on his knees. He wanted to be below you, but he beat himself up for it. He shouldn’t have been thinking about an employee like that. In his own way, he showed he cared by being nicer to you. 

“Huuughh~” L let out as you started stroking his cock. He was on his knees, his back arching, and his hands clenching the bed’s footboard as you knelt behind him. You yanked on his charcoal hair, his eyes reaching the ceiling. You smirked, satisfied that in front of your bed were mirrors, so you could see every single expression he made. 

“Look how pretty you look,” you lowered yourself, grabbing his face in your hand and kissing him. 

“Fuuuck, Y/N, stroke me faster,” you did as told, and whimpers engulfed the room.

Your attention went to his backside. You continued to fasten the pace as you caressed his balls. Soon enough, you began to kiss his gooch and pressed your tongue against it.

This evoked a cry. “If y-you keep d-doing that. I’m... I’m gonna-” 

His legs clenched, his torso fell onto the bed, and you heard him stifle his cries. You felt the warm liquid on your hand, and you gazed at it with interest. Lawliet rolled over, his back on the bed.

He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to him, “Sorry for making a mess on your hand.” He gazed into your eyes before ingesting it all. “All clean. Now it’s your turn.”

“There’s no need for that, I’m tired anyways.”

His eyes furrowed then he grinned, “Well, this will definitely make you fall asleep.”

You laid back where your pillows were, and L placed himself in between your legs. He kissed up and down your thighs, smiling at you whenever your eyes connected.

“Nice and sweet,” he gazed at your underwear, which was clearly stained with your fluids. He placed his fingers on you over your underwear, making small circles around your clit. 

You clung onto a pillow, biting your lip as he did. His actions fastened and then slowed, creating a little pattern. You moaned quietly, whining for more. He then removed your underwear to see the river that you left for him to turn into a lake. The motion you were getting before stopped as he drooled, staring at how beautiful you were. His fingers inspected your folds; he was so happy to see your beauty to the fullest, to be so trusting that you’d be this vulnerable with him.

His motions began shortly when your groaning continued, but he teased you. He didn’t touch your clit, but instead the crevasses of your folds, going up and down. A part of you wanted more, but the other liked how much he liked you. You felt just a little more confident in yourself. 

L’s lips pressed against your clit, but before he did, “You’re gorgeous.”

His pace fastened after time, and you gripped onto your sheets tightly, needing something to hold you back. Pressing his hand on your stomach, he slowly inserted a finger in you. It went in smoothly due to you being so wet, and you moaned from it. His finger curled, and after a bit of fiddling, he found that spot that made you want to scream with pleasure. 

As he curled, you couldn’t help but shove a pillow in front of your mouth to make sure not too much noise came out. His tongue attached to your clit as he started pleasuring it again.

“L, I’m gonna cum,” you let out from the sudden contact. He smiled and sped up the pass.

“Fuck~” you moaned as you clenched onto a body part. Your legs stiffened as your eyes rolled back, and heat rushed all through your whole body. Your eyes closed and you almost fell asleep. 

L was still near your clit, eating away your cum. “Thank you, L. I’m gonna clean myself up and go to bed.” L moved away and nodded, following you into your private bathroom. 

Laying in your bed, you were happy to find L beside you, hugging your torso. He wore one of your fluffy pajama pants, and you matched him. After only a little bit of cuddling, you both fell asleep.

. . . 

“L, what happened to your neck?” Light questioned as he watched L walk into the office. 

Lawliet raised his eyebrow and pointed towards the hickeys, “There’s nothing on my neck.”

You swiveled in your chair, internally admiring your work, “Yeah, what are you talking about? There’s nothing there.”

It will one day be forgotten because the next day, they were gone. Not really… just covered up with foundation. 

Light looked at the both of you baffled, and as everyone else entered the room, they supported your claims, throwing him into a frenzy. You and L chuckled.

The both of you told the team that you put hickies, using makeup, on L’s neck and to pretend that they weren’t there. Light was shocked, making comments the whole day. 

Ghost

He looked like a ghost of himself. His tear-stained cheeks flushed a bright pink and chest rising and falling. My mouth is wrapped around his cock, not letting the ghost cum as his back arched away from the bed with need. His strong hand threaded in my hair was a direct contradiction of the words falling from his mouth. Quiet praises and pleads leaving his mouth like i’m his god and he’s begging for forgiveness. Like he’d be saved by cumming. 

I wrote this at 2am in my notes app lol

she bent her legs and arched her back as he continued at the sweetest part of her. Her eyes rolled back as the heel of her foot dug into his back and curled her toes. she moaned sweet praises to the boy between her legs as her orgasm came quickly, her stomach tightened and body shaking, trying desperately to keep them from closing against his head in desperation. his tongue worked in a figure-eight against her clit as she gasped and pulled at his hair. the soft sound of her heart could be heard in her ears as she closed her eyes and gasped for a final time and a wave of glowing light erupted from inside her, spilling herself over the boy’s face.

I decided to finish the smut from my first post, I’ve been trying to make my smut more flower (hence the first post) but the more I added kink to the smut the more I forgot to add flowery words and if I try to go back and make it flowery (which I’ve tried) it just turns out shit. But I am looking for feedback so lmk what you think. Also: sorry this is long!

Ps: there harder kinks in this so def check trigger warnings but there is a bit of after care at the end cause I believe it’s important that aftercare is shown in erotica & porn but is often times isn’t even though it’s any important aspect of kink.

TW://

Degradation, praise, cnc, pegging, slight breeding, spanking, overstimulation, ownership.

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she wiped his face with a shaky hand, collecting herself on her fingers before sticking them into his mouth silently telling him to suck. he closed his lips around her. as he tasted her again he felt as though he was dizzy, he felt as though he might pass out. he worked his mouth around her fingers with a moan. letting the tip of her fingers hit the back of his throat before making his way back up then repeating. shes holy in the most unholy way, at least she made him feel holy. Like he’s sent to heaven and his reward is letting her fuck him for the rest of eternity.

She pulled her hand out of his mouth “are you going to be a good boy for me baby?” She asked the boy in her lap, he moaned at the pet name as he blushed. He hadn’t answered her so her hand met his face with a loud slap “If you don’t answer me baby, I won’t fuck you. Are you going to be a good boy for me baby?”

“Yes- yes. Please fuck me, I need it so bad” he said almost to quick as she wrapped her hand around his ever hardening cock, moving slow. “So good- please. I need it so bad. I’ll be so good- I’ll take your cock so well as you breed me”

“you’re so fucking pathetic” she replied as he buried his head into her neck, thrusting his hips into her hand “all you’re good for is to be fucked, huh?”

“Yes mistress, I’m just a fucking slut for your cock” He babbles, sucking delicate marks on her neck “just here for you to get off”

“I know you are baby, and that’s why you’re gonna let me fuck you til you’re crying and begging me to stop” she says “cause your just a fucking pathetic little slut”

His body trembled at her words, bring him all that much closer. He needs release, his head is going to explode if he doesn’t, He picks up the speed as he continues to thrust into her hand. His eyes are shut as he moans into her neck.

“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you baby, just so desperate to cum” she coo’s at her boy, picking up the speed of her own hand making the boy dizzy “thank me for your orgasm”

He feels his orgasm ripple through his body with a gasp “oh thank you miss- you make me feel so good, thank you. Thank you” He moans as his body collapses against her body, his body still shaking- he’s already so fucked out

“just because you came doesn’t mean I’m done with you baby, you still have to show me how well you take my pretty little cock” her hand started to move again, overstimulating her boy “I bet you take cock so well don’t you, darling- look at you”

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes again, ruining the pretty makeup he had put on to impress his mistress. He yelped as his body jumped, already so tired. He gasped again, burying his head deeper into her neck taking in the smell of her strawberries lotion. Her thumb met his tip making him feel like he’s going to explode and thrust into her hand- his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. She could destroy him and he’d thank her, he’d even beg for it. Beg for her cock like he’d be saved by it. Like he’d be sent to heaven just because she’s fucking him. Like she will save him, just from her cock and her cock alone.

“It hurts, please” he whined, the tears falling.

Her hand moved from his cock to the nightstand and in a moment of desperation, trying to chase his high once more, he started to move against her lower stomach. She grabbed the bottle of lube before bringing her attention back to her boy, who is now whimpering her name in her ear like a perfect hymn. Her hand met the boys ass with a loud slap.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” She asks as the boy picks up the speed “you really that impatient that you touch yourself without asking?”

“mm- feels good” is all he can say

“I didn’t as if it felt good baby, I asked if you’re really that impatient you touch yourself with out asking?” She spoke again, her boy shoving his face into her neck more. His mascara tears staining his cheeks and her neck

“I’m sorry, I need it- I need it, I’m so close- please” he begs

“I don’t care how close you are” she says, grabbing his hips to stop him

“please, don’t stop” he whimpered

“you didn’t as for permission”

“Please, I’ll be so good for you”

“It’s to late now, darling” she says “I want you to go get the strap on for me baby”

Her boy hops off her and rushed to the top drawer in her dresser to retrieve the strap on. He rushes back to her like a puppy whose owners just got home. She commanded him to get back on the bed on his hands and knees and he followed her command like she’s his god. She watched in admiration at the boy before her, his eyes hooded and blown out, cheeks impossibly pink and his curls stuck to his forehead. She sat up, moving to her boy with a smile.

“you look so pretty on your knees baby, so ready to be used” she says, dragging her hand along the soft skin on his ass “you’re so hard for me, princess” her hand falls between his thighs, dragging her index finger along his length causing him to thrust his hips backwards

Her hand once again met his ass this time much harder, leaving a red mark in its wake, her boy moaned once more, a puddle of pre cum forming beneath him. She reached for the lube squirting a quarter amount on her middle and ring finger. He felt her fingers play with his ass before inserting them into him. A wave of pain moved through his body, not being used to having two fingers with out being stretched with one first.

“It hurts- please just one finger” he begged

“Shut up and take it or I’ll stretch your tight hole with my cock” she said, pausing, still letting her fingers move “I know you like this, it’s what sluts deserve, they deserve pain- especially the naughty ones”

His mistress picked up the speed, making him hurt all that much more. More tears fall from his face, ruining his makeup more. His mistress’s fingers graze his G-spot making his head spin. After hitting his G-spot a few more times the pain turned into pleasure and he started moaning.

“I told you you liked it” she said, pulling her fingers out of him “I think it’s time for you to take some cock”

There was a long pause as he watched his mistress put on the strap, ogling at her. His mouth was open and eyes hooded, he looked like something out of a painting, something handcrafted by god. Something that was thrown out of heaven. His cock was so hard and red, his tip glistening from all the pre cum. His legs trembled as she came closer to him. The cock was much larger than they’ve used before, it both terrified and aroused him. He watched with wide eyes as she moved her hand up and down the shaft, covering it in lube before moving to her boy.

“Are you ready to be used?” She asked, pressing the tip into him “if this hurts, i don’t care. You’re going to take it anyway”

She slid into him with ease. He squeezed against the toy involuntarily as the pain rippled through him. He was right, it’s too big. His body feels like it’s on fire. She slowly pulled her hips away from him, letting he feel every inch of the cock before snapping her hips forward at a quick speed. She continued at this rate, He whined in pain as his eyes squeezed closed and more tears formed

“It hurts” he whines “stop! Please!”

she spanked him before repeating what she had said before “I don’t care. Take it, I know you can”

“It hurts- it hurts. Fuck” he half whimpered in pain and pleaser.

“you’re so fucking tight, so ready to be breed- such a good boy” she said, weaving her hand into his hair. She pulled his head back which changed the angle they’re at. Her cock now hitting his G-spot sending fireworks through his body “look at you being filled”

She moved her hand from his hair to his neck, using it to pull his body up so his body is flushed against hers. Her thrusts quicken as his body starts to tremble once more, turning the boy into a puddle of sweat, tears and moans. His eyes squeeze shut as he begins to beg:

“May I cum, miss- may I” he moans out, the bed sounding like it may break beneath them.

His mistress presses her face to his, taking in his scent- he smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne and now sex-

“Who do you belong to?” She asks “who does this slutty hole belong to?”

he gasps, trying to speak, trying to come up with the words but with every thrust he’s left unable to speak. His head cocked back against her shoulder and a tight grip against his neck he’s so much closer to unraveling, so much closer to making a mess that he wasn’t given permission to make. her hips meeting with his ass, thrusting deeper into him, hitting every spot so perfect his eyes were rolling back into his head. As he got closer and closer to unraveling he had forgotten that his mistress had even asked him a question.

A sharp slap brought him back though, followed “I asked you a fucking question” she paused her movements but was still buried deep into him “if you don’t fucking answer me I’ll leave you right here to finish yourself off”

With every ounce of what he could muster out, he yelled far too loudly: “you, fuck- you. You own me, please just fuck me” followed closely by “I’ll be your good toy, please”

Without warning she thrusted her hips once more, causing the boy to whine out as mascara filled tears continued to fall down his face “are you going to cum for me baby? Come on, I know you can do it for me” she whispered in the boys ear “show mommy how good she makes you feel baby”

A loud whine left his mouth as he came, tears steaming down his face at a more rapid rate as his mistress whispered sweet praise, fucking him much slower now letting him come down from his high.

She let him collapse against their once nicely made bed as he continued to sob, he felt a pair of lips pressed against the curls on the back of his head before he heard footsteps . He just laid there, so completely fucked out, as he heard movement. He heard the rushing sound of running water and cabinet doors being shut before she came back with a soft whisper.

“let’s take a bath baby, come on”

His once commanding mistress turned into a soft, worrisome girlfriend as she helped him to the bath. She helped him into the warm water before she followed, pulling him into her chest as their limbs tangled into one.

she tasted sweet, like something he’s never tasted before. he wanted more- he wanted all of her all at once. he wanted to stay between her thighs for the rest of his life. she was heaven to him. the only thing that could save him was her. he could feel her tugging at his curls, tangling her fingers into it, pulling him oh so much closer. the way she moaned his name made him feel like he could die right then and be happy with it. she said his name over and over again like a perfect prayer, like she was trying to summon him. he worked his tongue over her most sensitive parts of her. lapping up her sweetness. his body wasnt his. it was hers in every way. in the way she fucked him. in the she pushed his head closer to her. the way she scratched at his back.

he was hers.

hers.

hers.

hers.

body and fucking soul. he was so hopelessly devoted to her.

he looked up at her with adoration. the way her back arched against him as her eyes rolled back. she screamed his name once more- his perfect prayer- as she started to move against him, she’s chasing her high. she came against his face. her sweetness dripping down his face as he pulled away with a smile. his body moved towards her, kissing her so softly- letting her taste her sweetness. they pulled away and she looked at her boy with clouded eyes as her cheeks pinked more. he looked so delicate, his hair was in his face and she dripped down his chin.