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Cmon y'all

This looked fun idk

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i [can] play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢? 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜.

𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗?

ngl, not so good. have this massive headache that’s been persisting since 5 pm (it’s currently 8 pm)…

besides that, it’s been quiet. what about you, pooks? <3

𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 :<. 𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢.

𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗?

ngl, not so good. have this massive headache that’s been persisting since 5 pm (it’s currently 8 pm)…

besides that, it’s been quiet. what about you, pooks? <3

Mee. Me me me. I volunteer. I am an Izuku Midoriya enthusiast.

i rly need to discuss professor!midoriya with someone (y’all) bc there is an idea i’ve kept in the back of my mind for years. but i probably won’t write a full fic on it.

God I want to bite him

act one: the hands of a hero

kinktober 2023

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

wc: 0.9k

tags: aged up characters; switch!izuku; switch!reader; hand holding; edging; creampie; fingering (f receiving); praise kink; lots of pet names: baby, princess, angel, sweetheart, good boy, good girl; d/s undertones; established relationship; soft!izuku; riding; missionary; pinned down; multiple rounds; izuku cleans himself up after (sort of); begging if you squint a little

Some days it felt as though you could never stop staring at those beautiful, scarred hands. The ones that had saved the lives of many. The ones that reached out to help others in need. The ones that so many had come to know and love as a bright green current traced over his skin.

Those were the same strong hands you were lucky enough to hold every day. They cupped and stroked your face gently, ran over your body with reverence and love, held you down and gripped you hard enough to bruise, trembled in yours when you kissed him just right, made you shake and see stars in his arms. They were large and warm. They were scarred and rough and perfect.

Today, his hands were clasped tightly in yours as you straddled his. His thick cock slowly slid in and out of your pussy with a lewd, wet sound, your hips grinding into him as deep as you could get. It made your brain fuzzy just feeling him twitch and throb inside you as you moaned.

Izuku’s breath was shaky, whimpering pleas stumbling out of his mouth. “Please can I cum, princess? Please?”

“Not yet, baby, I need you still. Can you take it for me?” you said.

A guttural moan left his chest as he squeezed your hands tighter. “Fuck, yes,” he said.

“‘S my good boy. You’re doing so well.” It was incredible to see the way this big, strong hero grew tense and panted when you spoke.

His brow was sweating, his head spinning just hearing those words, his name on your lips. You moved Izuku’s hands to your breasts and he cursed, gently groping and playing as his cock throbbed. You leaned forward a little, rising and falling as your pace increased again. Your hips smacked into his as your head fell back and you moaned. The pressure against your cunt sent pleasure shooting through your body as Izuku stuttered and whined.

“B-baby please, ‘s too much, I can’t, f-fuck, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. C’mon, you can take it for me. Hold on just a little longer,” you said. Your legs began to shake as you hit a deep, tender spot just right. You were teetering on the edge of climax just like him, groaning as your hips slowed to a near stop.

Izuku bucked into you with a high pitched moan, desperate as his body trembled. “Please, princess.”

He looked so gorgeous with his cheeks flushed, eyes wide and needy, bits of hair stuck to his forehead. It was almost too much. You leaned down and kissed him with heavy, shaky breaths. Izuku’s hands traveled to your waist, grinding your hips into him harder, still pleading quietly.

“Cum for me, ‘Zuku. Cum for me. I need it,” you said softly, his face in your hands.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered as he stared up at you. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he came with a groan, fucking into you as you clenched down hard on his cock. You were barely able to push your orgasm off as you felt him throb and the heat of his cum filled your cunt.

You laid together for a moment with his arms around your waist before a low, quiet groan filled your ear. “You did such a good job for me, angel. ‘M so proud of you,” he said.

A whimper escaped your lips as you ached and tightened around his softening cock.

Izuku continued praising you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re such a good girl, letting me fill you up like that. Waiting so patiently until I’m ready to make cum.”

At this point, the heat of his breath and the gentle sound of his voice had you trembling. “‘Zuku, please.”

“Hmm? Use your words,” he said.

“Please make me cum,” you replied.

Izuku kissed you on the head. “That’s my girl. Lay on your back for me.”

You squeezed tightly as you pulled off of his cock and felt his cum start to leak out as you laid next to him, nestled into his shoulder. He pulled one of your legs over his thighs and slowly ran his hand up as he leaned and kissed you. Two thick fingers slid into your cunt and you whimpered under his touch, heat rolling down your body as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Deeper, please baby,” you said between kisses.

Your eyes rolled and you moaned as his gentle strokes changed to deep thrusts, his palm grinding against your clit.

“That’s my good girl. Let go for me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful,” Izuku said softly.

Red sparks shot through your body as he fingered your leaking cunt, cum running down your ass and onto the bed. His hot, wet kisses grazed your ear and ran down into your neck as your legs shook.

He groaned into your skin. “That’s it, princess, go ahead. Give it to me. Cum. Let me have it.”

Your back arched and you cried out as pleasure crashed down over your body over and over as Izuku fingered you through your orgasm. You clung to him, panting as it came to an end. He pulled himself from you and took his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. Izuku shifted once more and straddled you with a grin, grabbing your hands in his.

You let out a soft laugh. “What?”

He pinned your hands above your head with mischief in his eyes. “Open your legs. It’s time for round two.”

I wanna send this to him guys- 🫡

come get nutted in, stupid

YES PLEASE AHHHHH THE WAY I NEED HIM IS FERAL.

Shinsou will tell you with a straight face that he doesn’t get jealous but if anyone looks at you for too long he presses a kiss to your neck while making direct eye contact with them

Get me a man who will do this

Bestie

NSFW, Minors DNI Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Request: bestfriend!izuku telling you how good of a friend you are while you let him pound into you aggressively in his apartment after another bad relationship even while you plead and tell him that this could ruin the friendship; "don't worry beautiful, you'll always be my bestie."

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: a cinnamon roll turns into a vengeance-fueled sex fiend 🥰 choking, degradation, filming/exhibitionism, revenge sex, impact play, biting, quirk play, unprotected sex, little bit of a corruption kink bc I can't help but want to ruin this man

You rapped on the door to Izuku's apartment, pizza in hand, and an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. This'd become a frequent enough occurrence for you to know you'd probably be crashing here tonight, so at least this time you'd be prepared. Break-ups weren't usually easy on him, but this one took the cake, hence the comfort food and stash of feel-good movies in your backpack. You'd never liked the bitch anyway, and you'd told him so after the first time you'd met her. She lobbed one back-handed compliment after another in your direction, hanging off of his arm like he was a piece of meat that she had to protect from you, lest you swallow him up yourself. 'Oh, you have a lower back tattoo? Aw, s'so cute. I'd never be brave enough to get one there. You know, the connotations around it and everything.' 'Totally love your outfit. 'Zuku doesn't like that style though, so I'd never actually wear something like that.' He'd waved the idea off, saying 'she's just got a strong personality, she didn't mean what she said like that'. You rolled your eyes at the memory, cursing Izuku's forgiving nature. He thought too much of people to understand the dynamics of that type of psychological warfare that only the truly toxic bitches seemed to master. But where was she now? Choking on someone else's cock, no doubt. That's how he'd found her. In his apartment, no less. In his bed, throat jammed full of someone else. And so here you were, picking up the pieces of another doomed-from-the-start relationship. Half the women he went for were only interested in his up-and-coming status as a rising Pro Hero. The other half were just raging bitches. This one, unfortunately, had been both.

"Hey," Izuku's smile wasn't as wide as it normally was when he swung the door open, taking the pizza from you as he stepped aside to let you in. "Hey," you flashed him a sympathetic smile and stepped inside, setting your bag down on the couch as you entered the living room. "How are you doin'?" "I'm all right," he shrugged, shutting the door before he followed you in to the living room and placed the pizza box on the coffee table. "Don't really wanna talk about it. Thanks for coming over on such short notice." "Of course," you jabbed his side with a playful elbow, "Anything for my bestie." He cracked a smile and you nodded toward the couch as you offered him one in response, "C'mon, let's queue up a movie and dig in, I'm starving." "I'll grab us some plates," he nodded in agreement as he made his way in to the kitchen. The night was moving along in the same way it always did. Good food, good conversation. Hilarious commentary through the movies that each of you had seen at least a hundred times. You were curled up in the spot that you'd claimed as your own when he first bought the couch that you were sprawled out on, laying across the extra-wide chaise at the bookend of the piece of furniture. He was in one of his usual spots in the seat beside you, hand digging in to the party-sized bag of M&Ms he'd brought out as dessert for the two of you. "Is it all right if I crash here tonight? I didn't mean to assume, I just figured that I usually did, so I actually packed some necessities this time," you popped another candy in your mouth, turning your head to look up at him. "Yeah, I'd actually prefer it if you did," he smiled down at you before turning his attention back to the movie, "I don't really wanna be here alone tonight." "I get that," your lips pulled into a sideways smile and you sighed as you sat up, stretching your shoulders before standing, "Well, in that case, I'm gonna go change real quick. No need to pause or anything, I'll be right back." "Okay," he turned his head as you picked up your bag and he watched you walk down the hall, taking notice of the alluring way that your

hips swayed for the first time. The observation planted a terrible thought in his brain and sent an excess of blood pumping to his crotch. He shifted in his seat, shaking his head as if it would do any good to rid him of the thoughts now plaguing his mind. Thoughts of you, tits bouncing wildly while he fucked relentlessly into your tight, wet pussy. The image made his cock twitch. He shot up straighter in his seat, clearing his throat as he rubbed a strong hand over his thigh. "I miss any good scenes?" "What?" he responded with a little too much surprise in his voice, staring up at you with widened eyes. "Oh, uh, no. Nothing much happened." "O..kay. Y'all right?" you cocked a curious brow at him as you sat back down in your place, folding your knees to sit cross-legged. "Yeah, sorry," he struggled to focus on your face, barely able to keep his eyes level with yours when he could see from his peripheral how well the tank top you'd changed into hugged your breasts. "Just thinkin' about earlier." "Oh," you looked down, unsure of what to say in response. He took the brief opportunity to study your outfit, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek when he realized that you were braless, the outline of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. His eyes roamed lower, peeking at the apex of your thigh, visible within the gap between the tiny shorts you were wearing and your skin. "I'm all right," he tore his eyes away from your body, setting a hand on your knee as he looked at your face. "Promise." He fought the urge to slide his hand any higher as you turned to smile at him. "I, uh, do wanna ask you something though." He averted his eyes, feeling nervous for potentially the first time around you, "It's a little weird--and we totally don't have to if you're not comfortable with it--," he flashed you a reassuring expression as he continued, "but, would it be okay if I just..laid with you? Like, while we watched the movie?" "That's not where I thought this was going," you laughed, letting out the breath that you were subtly trying to hold in anticipation of his query, "That's totally fine with me, 'Zuku. Anything for you. 'Specially after what that cunt did to you." He half-shrugged, scooting himself onto the space of the chaise beside you, "Better off without her. I'm just glad I've at least got you," he laid back, propping his head against the back of the couch and tapping his chest, inviting you to join him. "What would you do without me?" A laugh left your lips as you laid beside him, turning onto your side as you unfurled your legs and rested your head upon his muscular pecs. "I'd be pretty lonely tonight," he mused, hooking the arm that was resting behind your neck around your arm, letting his fingers drift along your soft skin. "Thanks for everything tonight. For all the other times too. I know I've said it before, but I really appreciate you bein' here for me." "You don't have to thank me," you sighed comfortably, letting your body sink against his at you relaxed under his soothing touch. "You'd do the same for me in a heartbeat." "Yeah," he gazed down at you, speaking softly as he continued dragging his fingertips along your arm. "I would." You both channeled your attention back to the movie. Well, you did. Izuku had to work much harder to keep up with what was going on, despite having seen this particular film more times than he could count. In a word, he was distracted. Desperate to keep his hips pulled away from you, worried that you might notice the bulge pressing against his loose sweats, only remotely restrained by the compression of his boxers briefs. He tried to focus on the movie, he really did. But your skin felt so soft beneath his fingertips. His mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of what the rest of you felt like. "Mm," you readjusted beside him, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked at him, "You all right if I turn around? Think my arm's starting to fall asleep." "Course," he nodded, lifting his arm to give you the space to turn over. "Thanks," you sighed as you

flipped over, wiggling against the cushion as you settled in to a more comfortable position and laid your head back against his chest. "You comfortable? Feels like most of you is halfway across the couch," you laughed, pointing with you chin towards his legs, awkwardly hanging off the edge of the chaise. "You can get closer, there's plenty of room and I don't mind, really." "Oh, uh, I don't know about that," he chuckled, trying to mask the nerves bubbling up in his chest. "Why? Just shut up and get comfortable. C'mon," you reached back and tapped a hand to his thigh, pulling it towards you and he relented. Carefully, he pulled both legs up onto the couch properly, trying to keep his hips straight. “Better?” You tilted your head back to look at him and he smiled in response with a nod. “Yeah, you more comfortable this way?” “Mhm, just tell me if I get too close. You’re pretty comfy, so I just might doze off here if you let me,” you brought your body closer to him, letting your weight rest against his frame. “Been a minute since you cuddled up to anyone, huh?” His voice was laced with a teasing playfulness. “Hey!” You nudged an elbow into his side, uselessly, as he just laughed it off. “You should be honored you’re allowed to get this close to me. Most men don’t have the chance.” “Because most men aren’t good enough for you,” he laughs, quiet and cautious, as he makes his first bold move, letting his arm drape over you as he leans in, turning his hips to the side, but keeping them distanced from you. “See? You understand,” you giggle along with him, relaxing into his hold and he does the same, sighing as he holds you with less apprehension and more ease. “You’re an exception. I don’t mind snuggling up with you.” “I’m honored,” he says, a little softer, pressing his forearm against your stomach as his fingers slip beneath the other side of your waist. The simple gesture made you feel completely snug and secure against him, but the way his capable fingers were gently pressing into your waist, applying just the right amount of pressure to a somewhat intimate spot, inspired an intoxicating amount of pleasure to pool between your thighs. “You should be,” you breathed, arching into him ever so slightly as you tried to keep your thoughts from clouding with desire. You shouldn’t have reacted at all. You should have taken a deep breath, steeled yourself and pulled away. You couldn’t have known how eager he was to touch you; you weren’t gifted with a mind-reading quirk. So you couldn’t have known how his resolve had been slowly drifting away. How drunk he was on the proximity you two had been sharing in the low light of his living room. How fucking hard his aching cock was at the moment. Until you felt it. The tip of his firm member pressing into your ass as you arched yourself in to him. You might have apologized, rolled away and pretended like it didn't happen. If it wasn't for the way he gasped, drawing in a shallow breath as his eyes fluttered shut, lip catching between his teeth as he desperately fought off the groan crawling up his throat. He lost. The sinful noise rang in your ears and your hips reacted before you could, rocking against his raging erection in earnest as you mewled, reaching an arm back behind his head as you grinded against his length. Instincts took over. He slid out from beneath you, pinning an arm on either side of your face as he settled himself between your legs, leaning closer to hover his lips just above yours while he rutted himself directly against your core. "'Zuku," his name left your lips as a wanton sigh as you searched his eyes, begging for some kind of sign that you could do this and it would be all right. "We can stop, if you want to," his voice was hoarse as he slid the outline of his cock against you again, this time with enough pressure to push your folds slightly open beneath your shorts. The sensation made your head spin, any thoughts of hesitation falling aside as you shook your head. "Don't stop, please," you wrapped your legs around him, fisting your hands

into his hair to close the distance between your lips. He moaned into the kiss, returning your efforts eagerly as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as he thrust his hips against yours repeatedly, picking up a rhythm as you both writhed against one another in pure carnality. "Are you sure about this?" His lips moved against yours, hands slipping beneath your top, waiting for your reply. "Yes," you whined, "please. Want you to touch me." He pushed your top up over your breasts without a second thought, tossing it aside as he attached his lips to your nipple, rolling the other between his fingertips as a groan vibrated against your skin. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, mouth still full of you, "I'll touch you wherever you want. Make you feel so good." You moaned watching in ecstasy as he laved his tongue back and forth over your sensitive nipple, flicking it with the pink muscle occasionally, each sudden stroke of his tongue causing you to let out a little yelp of pleasure. "'Zuku," you were breathing heavy already, hands roaming down his sides to fumble with his sweats. "Wanna feel you too," he reached a hand down to help you pull off his bottoms, kicking them off as he stood up and lifted his shirt off his torso. The sudden lack of stimulation had you reeling, whining at the loss of friction. "C'mere," he took both your hands, pulling you to sit up before he tucked his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you as he stood and settled you around his waist. You gasped as he lifted you, the weightless sensation adding to the dizzying amount of lust fogging your brain as you wrapped your arms around him, leaving space to lean in and kiss his neck as he carried you down the hall. "Fuck, that feels so good," he came to a stop at the edge of the bed, laying you back and running his hands down your sides as he stood back up, hooking two fingers into your bottoms to pull them off, panties and all, in one fluid motion. You were stripped bare and completely vulnerable, watching his emerald eyes glimmer as they devoured your body, committed it to memory. Your better judgement chimed in, interrupting your thoughts of all the filthy things that you wanted him to do to you. He paused, trailing his fingertips up yours sides as he pressed a knee into the bed, hovering over you as he gauged your cautious expression. "What's wrong?" He spoke softly, cupping your cheek in his hand. "This isn't going to change anything, right? Between us, I mean," you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his eyes. "I don't want to risk anything bad happening between us." He smiled and shook his head, leaning in to kiss you. When you didn't pull away, he connected your lips, moving his soft, slow, and hungry against yours, "No," he said as he pulled away for air, "don't worry about that." That was all the convincing you needed for now. You pressed your hand to his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze as you groaned against his lips on yours. "Then fuck me, please," you begged, caving in to your most primal desires as the need to be filled overtook your every concern. "Fuck me better than you fucked her.” "Oh, fuck, baby," His eyebrows knit together as his mouth fell open in a primal groan, his strong hands each grabbing a thigh and bidding them to part as he moved between them. The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He took notice and seized his throbbing member, smacking it against your exposed clit before dragging it between your folds, watching your reaction through hooded eyes as you mewled needily beneath him. "You want me to fuck you better? I'll fuck you better, baby," he lined himself up, slipping into you with ease, but moving inch by inch, dragging out the delicious feeling of him positively filling you up as he pressed his lips, dressed in a smirk, to the shell of your ear, making you shiver as he whispered, "Anything for my bestie." "Fuck, 'Zuku," you cried, clenching around his thick cock, "s'so big." He groaned in reply, stilling his hips as he bottomed

out inside of you, allowing you to adjust, "Ssh, I know, but you can take it." You relaxed, feeling your walls stretch around him more easily as he began thrusting. All you could do was grasp at the sheets, fisting your grip into them as his cock began kissing your cervix, pulling the most sinful noises from yours lungs as well as his. "Zuku, oh fuck, 'Zuku!" you arched your back, eyes clenched tight as you braced yourself for your impending orgasm. Your expression spurred him on, hips snapping forward faster as he slipped his thumb over your clit, "You wanna cum for me? You can do it, pretty baby. Cum all over your best friend's fucking cock." Your eyes popped open, mouth hanging agape as you screamed a slew of curse words, your vision locked on Izuku. The sight was certainly one to see. Him, sweaty and vibrating on top of you, slamming his cock into your quivering hole, not so much as slowing to allow you to come down from your release. "Feel good?" He was breathless, but he never faltered as he continued to pound into your soaked pussy, both hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lifted them up, using his hold on them as leverage to bring his feet beneath himself, pressing your knees to your chest as he folded you into a mating press. "FUCK!" You whined helplessly, voicing pitching up as you cried out over and over again, screaming obscenities each time his massive cock assaulted the wall of your womb until you were falling apart all over again. He took mercy on you this time, dropping back to his knees as he slowed his pace, his cock still throbbing inside you as your velvet walls continued to suck him in. Your senses slowly returned as his lips met your chest, suckling on your breasts as his hands held your waist, holding your limp body in place as he moaned and took your nipple between his teeth. "'Zuku," you muttered weakly, chest heaving from the after effects of your second orgasm. "What, beautiful?" His lips crawled up to your neck, hands sliding down your sides to grab yours hips as he lazily rolled his against them. You'd already gone so far, what was one step further? You debated your next words, weighing the risk versus the reward. Debated for so long, that he pulled away and propped himself up to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ears as he spoke with a gentle tone. “What is it? Are you upset? I ca—,” he stilled his hips, moving to pull out of you as you caught his wrist. “No,” you rushed to reply, “no, not that. I just, I wanted to ask, have you ever..used any of your quirks in bed? Specifically..black whip?” "No," he narrowed his eyes, a devious smirk creeping across his freckled features as he resumed his thrusts, moving fast enough to make your tits bounce as he held up a palm and raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want, to be tied up? Who knew my sweet little bestie liked it rough?" "Mm," you chewed your lip in anticipation, muffling the moans you swallowed as he impaled you. "I bet I can take a lot more than that fucking bitch could. Tie me up. Smack me around. Choke me with your hand or your cock, I don't care. She never let you do whatever you wanted, huh? But I fucking will." He shook his head in disbelief, eyes wide with surprise, hanging on every word pouring from your filthy mouth. "Do whatever the fuck you want to me," you panted beneath him, cupping your breasts as you tweaked your nipples, groaning louder as you met his thrusts with your hips. "Fuck me like you mean it. Ruin this tight little pussy with that big, fat fucking cock of yours until you forget about that fucking whore." You gasped as black tendrils surrounded you, binding your arms to your sides as he slipped out of you and flipped you suddenly on to your stomach. His cock pressed against your ass as he loomed over you, teeth scraping against the skin of your shoulder while he grabbed your hips and forced them up. He slipped his cock between your folds, diving in and setting a brutal pace as a hand closed around your neck, squeezing your windpipe while a gruff voice whispered in your ear.

"You're the best fucking friend I could ever ask for," his fingers tightened as your eyes rolled back, earning you a triumphant smirk from him. "Sure hope you don't regret this."

You sputtered, gasping for air as he released your airway, but he only gave you a moment to draw breath as he shoved your face down into the mattress.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," he leaned back, digging his fingertips into the plush skin around your hips as he aimed to hit harder, deeper. He threw his head back, a strangled moan leaving his lungs. "If I'd known you were such a good whore, maybe I'd have fucked you sooner."

You laid there, feeling every inch of him slide into your overstimulated core as you were helpless to do anything about it. Face down, ass up, your clit being battered by the slap of his heavy balls each time he sheathed himself within you.

"This how you like it, huh?" He struck your ass, his cock growing impossibly harder as he watched your cheek turn red beneath his touch. He did it again, grunting in gratification as the shade of the mark deepened. "This what you wanted from me? For me to beat this slutty fuckin' ass of yours?"

"Yes, oh shit, 'Zuku," you scrambled to form your words before the ability to do so slipped away from you, "'Zuku, wait. Phone. G-grab your phone. Don't get my," you sighed, mewling anxiously beneath him as tears pricked your eyes, "just don't get my face, b-but get my tattoo."

You didn't have to say more. His eyes sparked with devious delight as he paused his motions, giving you only a moment of rest as he leaned over and snatched his phone from the nightstand.

"You're so fucking dirty," he opened his messages, finding their text thread and clicking the camera button, then he swiped over to video mode and pressed record as he resumed his actions, "I fucking love it."

He held the camera over where your bodies met, losing himself as he watched your pussy hug his cock, clinging to it, dripping all your juices around it as he moved in and out.

"Shit," he sighed breathlessly, picking up his pace as he groped your ass, spanking you again and groaning at the sight of your marked up as on the phone screen. "Say my fuckin' name."

"'Zuku," you moaned, slamming your hips against his with as much leverage as your could manage in your restrained state.

He cracked his hand across your cheek again, harder this time, "Louder."

"'Zuku! Oh, feels so fucking good when you fuck me, Daddy."

He didn't hesitate to click send.

"Fuck yes," he tossed the phone aside, seizing your hips with one hand and your clit with another as the black tendrils dissipated from around you. "Cum for me. Wanna cum with you, baby."

Your body had no choice but to heed his command. You buckled, legs turning to jelly as your walls spasmed, milking his cock as he shot hot spurts of seed inside you, watching intently as it formed a ring around his cock, still sliding inside you as he groaned and growled.

He collapsed beside you, shuddering as he let out a shaky breath when he pulled his cock from your leaking core.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck," he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, collecting himself while you did the same. "I can't believe we just did that."

"I can't either," You turned your head to the side to look at him. "You better not get all weird around me now."

He chuckled and reached out to you, pulling you into his chest, "I won't. Promise."

His phone chimed once. Then twice. Thrice. Four fucking times in succession. You popped up, stretching a hand out to grasp it from the edge of the bed before laying back beside him and swiping open the thread.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

'Bet she can't even fuck you properly.'

'Enjoy your second-rate whore. Knew that bitch was trying to get at you.'

'Fucking disgusting prick. I never liked you anyway.'

He shook his head, laughing as he read the messages, "I really can't believe you suggested that, but boy am I glad you did. That felt good."

"She deserves worse, the fucking whore," you moved to set his phone aside, but paused when another text came through.

''Zuku, wait. Can't we talk about this? I fucked up, you fucked up. Let's try again? Please 🥺 let's talk about it..'

You scoffed, unable to contain your laughter as you showed him the message and he joined in with you.

"The nerve of this bi--," the ring of his cell cut you off and you exchanged glances, before you decided for him and answered, putting it on speakerphone.

"Hello?" You glanced at Izuku, who was holding his breath.

"Put him on." Her tone was venomous. He raised his eyebrows.

"Who?" You played dumb. "Oh, Zuku? No can do, sweetheart, he's too busy fucking your stench out of his sheets." His lips pressed tightly together as he stifled a laugh.

"Put. him. on."

"Put him in? Honey, he's already balls deep inside me. Why don't you try back later? If you're mouth isn't too full to talk."

You hung up and Izuku burst out laughing, chuckling as he pulled you back to his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Thank you for that," he sighed, his laughter trailing off as he closed his eyes, rubbing your back as he held you on top of him. "I needed all of it. Now, lemme take care of you, okay? I've never been that rough before, so I'm a little out of my depth, but would it help if I draw you a bath?"

"Only if you join me," you smiled sheepishly, feeling a bit silly for suddenly feeling bashful as if he wasn't rearranging your insides but a few minutes ago.

"Of course," he shrugged nonchalantly, "who else is gonna rub your back?"

"You mean you're gonna blow my back out and then massage it?" You shook your head, smiling as you propped your chin up on his chest, "I really hit the lotto on having you as my best friend."

"Nah," he stroked your cheek, smiling softly. "I did."