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are you guys ever reading a good fic and then the author just adds a random terrible line and you just stare at it like this:

[kurooh]

☆ KISS ME MORE ! — MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. MHA 10K SPECIAL — even when he’s overstimulated and a whining mess, you just can’t stop coming back for more. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kaminari denki, amajiki tamaki, & takami keigo.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, overstimulation, cunnilingus, handjobs, blowjobs, orgasm control, reader’s a kinda mean, 69, begging, some femdom action, sub undertones, pussyjob.

xoxo, juno: thank you guys so so much for ten thousand followers! <3

MIDORIYA IZUKU.

⟡ izuku likes to explore different experiences and whatnot in the bedroom. while he’s the one who’s typically controlling your orgasms, he doesn’t mind switching things up... even if you make him cry.

“c’mon, baby, that’s not fair,” izuku has to pull away from your slick cunt yet again, his voice trembling in a way that’s almost petulant. “you keep distracting me and i haven’t even made you cum yet.”

a thick glob of spit lands on his cock and he jolts, hips jerking up. when he agreed to try out the new position you said you were interested in, your boyfriend certainly did not expect this—you’re just dragging orgasm after orgasm out of him like it’s nothing.

“maybe your multitasking skills aren’t as good as you thought they were,” you tease, all singsongy with your hand on his sensitive dick. “if you stopped trying so hard and just let me take care of it, you wouldn’t be whining right now.”

izuku scoffs, pulling your hips back so he doesn’t strain his damn neck. “i can’t believe you’re calling my concerns whining, of all things. also, aren’t you the one always saying you like—oooh, fuck.”

slick with the messy mix of spit and cum, your fist glides up and down his cock. it doesn’t take long for you to find your groove, especially when he’s reacting so quickly, each moan telling you more than enough. his hands are on both of your asscheeks and your pussy’s dripping right in front of his face, and he’s not doing a damn thing about it.

“h-hey,” izuku tries, clearing his throat in hopes of regaining control over his shaking voice, “interrupting people when they’re—oh my god—when they’re talking is rude.”

you roll your eyes, roling your tongue over his tip. he moans shamelessly, hips desperately bucking up in delusion. just a little bit of action with your tongue and he thinks he’ll get a blowjob—please. izuku’s done nothing to deserve a gift like that right now; the position you’re in allows for him to slurp you up like a sundae, and yet, he hasn’t taken action.

“not finishing the meal in front of you is pretty rude, too.” you rock your hips forward and back, giving him a downright sinful view of the mess between your thighs. glossy strings of slick cling to your skin, just begging to be licked up, and then there’s your all too empty cunt.

izuku’s out of retorts and thinking only of how soft your hands are against his cock. the languid flick of your wrist is nothing but slow and smooth, just the way he likes it—oh, did a tear just run down his cheek?

all of the built up sensitivity makes him easy. he’s stumbling over his words now, jerking his hips up and gasping for breath. “‘m gonna cum again, baby. d-don’t slow down, please don’t slow down!”

while izuku’s cock is thickening and throbbing in your fist, you’re busy adjusting yourself, pulling your knees back so that your ass is now hovering over his face.

“i’m gonna cum,” he sobs, and the sound goes straight to your clit, “oh, fu—”

you plant your ass right onto his face, neglected pussy sliding against his open mouth. it feels like heaven when izuku groans at the contact, his tongue finally stroking along your dripping entrance. the overwhelming taste of sweetness is already too much, and then you start to move—rough and graceless, your hips rock over his face.

this is you taking what you want, and god, it’s hot.

cum spurts over your fingers in thick, creamy trails and he stops thrusting up, no longer trying to meet your hand as it comes down. he may be spent, but you’re nowhere near finished with him.

“damn, ‘zuku. i can’t believe you’re making me do all the work here.”

your boyfriend starts to whine between desperate licks against your cunt, much of his noise muffled by your ass covering his face. even after squeezing most of the cum out of him, you don’t slow down—he was the one who told you not to, right? (curiously, you want to see if throwing your ass back onto his face while overstimulating him will result in another orgasm.) now, he may be coming close to suffocating, but this is the kind of death he’d welcome with open arms. or, open mouths, in his case.

BAKUGO KATSUKI.

⟡ katsuki would never sit there and let you jerk him off until he’s shaking. why? because it won’t work, and because it’s ‘such a stupid idea and waste of time’. but maybe overstimulation isn’t so stupid when you’re riding him like a racehorse and bouncing those moans out.

“mhm, mhm,” katsuki’s gripping your hips and roughly guiding you along his cock, making sure that you’re keeping the pace. “atta girl, that’s real good. hah—been waiting for this all day.”

japan’s number five hero works hard every single day. katsuki’s constantly going on patrols, apprehending criminals, dealing with co-workers . . . it’s a lot, and he deserves a break from all of it.

your chest heaves, tits bouncing in his face, and he’s never been so enthralled. his cock is snug inside you and being squeezed tight by your clenching walls; even better, he’s about to empty himself out inside you. there’s so much to give you that he doesn’t even want to pull out too quickly, lest it all run out of you.

“k-katsuki,” you whine his name, nearly choking on it, “oh my god, you’re so deep. ‘s like i can feel you in my stomach.”

rough and large, one of katsuki’s palms comes to rest against the soft skin of your tummy. he chuckles gruffly, pressing into the slight bulge his cock makes inside of you. “that’s because i’m in there. you feel that, right here? is it too much for you?”

you nod, and he laughs, white teeth catching the light. they look sharp in his mouth, gleaming with something almost predatory. “that’s just too bad, huh? i’m about to fill up this pussy of yours, and you’re not gonna let a single drop leak out. is that clear or no?”

katsuki’s command doesn’t quite sound physically possible. if you were to get up and off of him, everything would spill down your thighs and make a not-so-sexy mess. you haven’t cum yet, and you also want to listen to him—maybe if you were to stay on his lap, you could make both things happen.

thinking you’re not listening, he smacks your ass and arches an expectant brow. you shake your head, throwing your arms over his shoulders to maintain balance, “i - yeah, i heard you. sit back and let me work my magic, kat. my break was too long, you didn’t tell me.”

his jaw clenches slightly. you can see that he’s biting his tongue, too close to the edge to be making any more snarky comments. there’s a faint shaking in both of his thighs, and you’re very interested in seeing if you can make it worse.

you’re bouncy as you ride his cock, slamming your ass down on him and putting on quite the show. of course, katsuki ends up reaching his high with a guttural groan of your name that dissolves into a series of curses and harsh breaths. seeing him fall apart is a delicious sight, and your thighs are starting to burn with exertion as you ride him through it, but then he lets out the lowest of whines.

katsuki, of all people? finally losing enough of his composure to stop holding back those amazing sounds? now you’re determined to pull more out of him, no matter the cost! exhaustion melts into exhilaration, and you’re bouncing on his cock with renewed vigor.

“fuck,” he chokes out, voice tight, “holy fuck, i just came”—katsuki’s fingers twitch and he reaches out to grab your hips, but he stops short—“g-god, what’s with you? not even gonna give me a damn break?”

you just shake your head, breathing hard. your palms are pressed against his chest now, and you’re looking at him like you want to eat him alive. “not yet, not until i—ngh, oh my god—i hear you stop holding yourself back.”

he just moans, broken and raw. “fuck do you mean i’m holding back?”

katsuki’s completely shaking now, his abs clenching with every single noise that escapes him. the air smells very faintly of burnt caramel but more so sweat and sex—little by little, he’s starting to unravel. “you know, y-you’re always gritting your teeth and grunting when it’s obvious you just feel embarrassed to make any other noise.”

he looks indignant, “i am not—” but he throws his head back, clearly overwhelmed, and the sudden whimper that slips out of his mouth completely betrays him. god, what the fuck are you doing to him? he hates that you’re right about him being slightly embarrassed but can’t muster a shred of anger or even a half-formed thought about it. you’re literally riding him stupid, and you can see when the realization of the moment registers in his brain.

the moment has really inflated your ego, and acting on impulse, you grab him by the the throat, which surprises both of you. katsuki’s eyes widen a fraction at the familiar action—he’s the one who’s supposed to be grabbing you—and startled, he accidentally whines. it’s louder than earlier and much filthier; he sees the excitement on your face and feels your pussy clench hard around him.

he’s too stunned to speak, not only by the way you’ve grabbed him but also by the sparks of arousal shooting up his spine in response. you only smirk at him, pleased by the sudden role reversal. “that’s what i’m talking about, kat. let me really hear how much you like it.”

TODOROKI SHOTO.

⟡ when you mention a little something about overstimulation, shoto isn’t entirely unfamiliar with the subject. he’s pretty sure he’s made you experience that before, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous for you to try it out on him..

shoto’s leg jerks like you’ve just used a reflex hammer on him. he can feel the warmth searing its way across his face when your eyes meet his, a smile playing on your lips like you aren’t stroking his cock at the moment.

he lets out something between a gasp and an exhale, biting at his lower lip. “sweetheart, do you really have to—f-fuck—look at me like that?”

“like what?” you ask coyly, leaning in so that your lips just barely graze against the sensitive tip of his cock. shoto’s all sticky, slick with a tantalizing mixture of sweat and too many orgasms to count; the quietest of whines slips out of him, and he tears his eyes away, averting them to a nearby couch cushion.

“like that,” he insists, at a loss for words, “like you’re doing anything but jerking me off right now. you know exactly what you’re doing to me, angel.”

you laugh at him. you actually laugh at him, as if he’s just said something funny—but it’s pretty hard to be indignant when you speed up as well. the flick of your wrist is smooth, almost a little lazy, but you don’t have to try too hard to get his heart racing. it’s embarrassing, honestly, the way he can feel his orgasm rising up in his gut—fast and hot, like fast-moving magma in a volcano.

“d-don’t look at me,” shoto says, sounding like he’s begging you not to, “hah, this is already too much for me.”

his cock twitches in your grip, thickening and throbbing under your touch. you’re working him like a fucking pro, stroking him the way he first taught you how to—but he never expected you to use those skills against him! shoto can’t quite tell if you’re tormenting him or not, but it definitely feels like it every time you coo his name.

“sho, baby,” just the sound of your voice causes a shudder to rock his entire body, making his shoulders roll forward, “i can’t look away, though. you always make this really hot face when you cum, and seeing it makes me feel like i’m right there with you. c’mon, look at me, i want to—”

there’s a choked, desperate moan only a second before hot cum spurts over your fingers in copious amounts. each burst is better than the last, especially because he just gets louder. soft gasps transform into pants of your name and groans that he’s no longer able to hold back. shoto can only squirm when you keep going, giggling as you use his cum as lube.

“oh, oh my god,” he’s bucking toward you and drawing back whenever you give him too much, so blissed out he’s not even sure what he wants anymore. “fuck, i can’t—w-wait, don’t stop.”

if there’s anything he’s sure of, it’s the fact that you’re gonna be the death of him one day. you giggle at him, squeezing tighter. “don’t stop? i thought it was don’t look.. make up your mind, sho.”

KAMINARI DENKI.

⟡ denki 100% thinks he’s gonna die when you walk in on him humping your pillow. like, what if you pull a fucking glock out from under the bed?? the last thing he expects you to do is ‘help’ him out, aka make him suffer a little.

a litany of pitched moans spills out of denki’s mouth before he can even think to stop it. right now, it’s just him, a homemade video of you throwing your ass back onto him, and the pillow he’s rutting his clothed cock into—but this isn’t just any pillow.

it’s your pillow, and your name is the only coherent thing on his lips.

“fuckfuckfuck—” denki’s panting lowly, cursing under his breath as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge; the audio from the video blasts through his headphones at full volume, the sounds of your giggles and his panting filling his ears. it’s so loud that he doesn’t even hear you step into the room, nor does he hear the way you say his name.

it’s only when he rips his eyes away from his phone to tilt his head up against the forming tears does he see you standing there with your arms crossed. denki can’t even throw the pillow to the side—not only have you seen him, you’ve probably noticed the large wet spot in his boxers with every rough pass of his hips.

“is that my pillow?” you ask, not breaking the eye contact with him. oh fuck, you’re getting onto the bed with him now—shit, and you’ve just taken your pillow away from him.

you’re looking over it, noticing the dampness of the colored pillowcase and the wrinkles on the sides from how hard he’d been gripping it.

“it’s not what it looks like!” denki tries weakly, sitting back on his knees and holding his hands up in surrender. “if you’d just hear me out—”

before he can even finish his sentence, your hand is on his cock and squeezing rather tightly—your thumb is just under his tip and pressing firmly, and even though you’re a little mad at him, it feels good. maybe it’s the way you’re grabbing him too tightly for him to escape, or it’s the unreadable glare and the heat behind it, but he cums, right then and there.

“you’re such a slut, baby,” it’s the first thing out of your mouth as you start to carelessly tug on his cock, turning his boxers into more of a mess. hot and thick, cum soaks through the fabric. some of it gets onto your hand, but you don’t give a damn—you’re a lot more focused on the sounds that he’s making in response to your words. “i knew you were desperate, but c’mon, denki,” you say his name with so much vitriol that he feels it in the very tip of his cock, “i said i’d be home in an hour, and that you could do whatever you wanted to me. but nooo, you decide to fuck my pillow instead. you have to admit how pathetic that is, baby.”

denki sucks in a breath, desperate for the air that’s escaping his lungs, “h-hey, it’s not my fault, it’s yours. you were taking too long and—ngh, shit, don’t squeeze so tight! ‘m still sensitive—”

“what, you’re gonna cum again?” you roll your eyes, giggling at the way his hips chase your hand when you pull it back, “i should just sit here and make you get yourself off. why should i even help you, hm?”

“you’re literally so mean,” his hiss turns into a yelp when you do squeeze him more roughly, sliding your fist down in the process. both on the inside and outside, his boxers are a complete mess: sticky with splotches of cum and full of his leaking cock. “i didn’t even get a break, you can’t just—”

with a smirk on your face, you just sit back and watch him cum again, but this time, you let go. denki can’t even finish his sentence before he’s gushing into his ruined boxers, hips rutting blindly into the air and searching for your grasp on him. the stinging overstimulation kicks in before the bliss can end and he’s left shuddering, with his teeth clicking together.

he actually lets out a little whimper, of all things, when you reach toward his waistband and completely ignore the way he draws his hips back.

“let’s see if i can help you remember not to mess with my pillows this time, okay? you could really use a reminder of why you should be patient, denki.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI.

⟡ tamaki is NOT innocent, even if he acts like he is. he knows what he’s doing when he’s grinding against you in the store, or ‘accidentally’ turning chaste kisses into ones with tongue. the only way you’re able to get him under control is to throat his dick in a place that’s a little more public than private.

tamaki can only shudder as you pull off of him to cough, his cock hanging slick and sensitive between his thighs. even after one of your rougher blowjobs, he’s still hard and waiting for the next round of your punishment. you glare up at him, fuming, and he’s never been so excited.

“i’m so done with you,” you huff, harshly wiping away the spit on your chin. your throat is a little sore from choking on his dick, but it’s nothing compared to the mix of pleasure and pain he’ll be feeling when you get your mouth on him again. with the back of your hand, you hit him right where it should hurt, and tamaki just moans, his hips thrusting forward. you scoff, voice nothing short of lewd and dripping with absolute contempt. “god, you’re the definition of a slut.”

“well, what about you?” he murmurs in a tone that you don’t like in the slightest, the tips of his ears flushing a deeper pink. “you’re the one who’s on her knees behind a car in a busy parking lot.”

they’re fighting words, but you can sniff out the weakness behind them. tamaki’s trying and failing to be a brat; you grab his cock by the base, your grip firm and leaving no room for resistance.

“what was that? i’d love for you to repeat what you just said.”

you begin to stand up, the soles of your shoes scuffing against the pavement. his hands are on your shoulders and desperate as he tries to ease you back down, shaking his head frantically. he’s obviously backpedaling, rethinking what he said and anything that could fix it.

“nonono, please,” tamaki’s breathless, his expression pulling into one of unadulterated need, “i-i didn’t mean to—don’t leave me like this.”

another please trembles on his lips. you give him some grace by taking the tip of his cock between your lips, tongue grazing along the underside of it. tamaki barely deserves this—that little freak was practically humping you in the store, sidling up behind you and pressing his hips into your ass so you could feel that half-hard cock of his. to anyone passing by, this would look like a full body hug, but you knew exactly what it was, and it was quite the opposite of an innocent embrace.

he slides further down your throat and winces a little at the sensation. he’s still sensitive from a few minutes ago and not ready to cum again, especially so soon, but being without your mouth would hurt a lot more. in the distance, a few people walk past the row of cars yours is parked in, unsuspecting and completely unaware of the filth in their vicinity.

holding him by the base of his cock, you exhale and pull back, voice slightly raspy. “we’ll deal with this fully once we get home, but right now? i want you to cum in thirty seconds or you’re gonna wait.”

tamaki doesn’t question you. he only nods feverishly and bites his tongue, afraid to say something wrong again. after all, it’s a lot easier to shut up and listen rather than try and talk back. you’re back to slurping his cock again, and all he can think about is how good you look like this.

eyes hooded, cheeks bulging, lips glossy with spit—shit, he could cum just from looking at you. the thirty second rule is about to become the ten second rule . . and it does, when your eyes meet his and something shifts inside of him.

you taste his cum before you hear him warn you. he paints your throat white, falling over the edge with a loud groan that breaks into softer whines and eventually whimpers. afraid of overstimulation, tamaki starts to draw his hips back, gasping only when you warn him not to with a slight clenching of your teeth around his cock.

“woah, woah woah woah—hold on! h-hey, i thought you wanted to go home after this,” tamaki grabs onto the car for support as you continue sucking his soul out through his dick, too shaken up to register the heat of the surface. “um, isn’t it a bit hot out here? shouldn’t we get in the ca—ahh—r?”

he shudders despite the heat he just mentioned, shaken by your determination to keep going. right now, he’s walking a very fine line between stinging pain and fading pleasure—every slurp of his cock tugs him further to either edge, but all he can do is take it. how else could you punish him for being such a slut in the store earlier?

TAKAMI KEIGO.

⟡ whenever you offer to ‘take care’ of him, keigo knows exactly what you’re getting at and always flips it around so that you’re the one who ends up crying. but once you make him cum once, the rest come very easily.

“okay, i’m begging now, this is me begging,” tears roll down keigo’s temples when he arches his back, trying in vain to free himself. “d-don’t, not again. baby, i thought you said you hated when i cry.”

light as a feather and ticklish, the tips of your fingers trail down his muscular chest just to tease. “that’s only when you’re hurt or i can’t comfort you, kei. these are sexy tears.”

half tucked just under his body, keigo’s wings flap slowly but powerfully, blowing air and stray feathers all around the room. he’s trying his hardest to keep them under control, but it’s damn near impossible with you straddling him.

“ugh, fuck—stop it, i want to cum inside you,” he whines as you start to grind down on him again, pussy sliding slick and smooth over his cum-covered cock. thanks to you, keigo’s made quite the mess on himself—white streaks cover much of his pelvis and lower belly, while the excess trickles down his inner thighs. “no way you’re gonna do this to me again.”

“c’mon, kei,” you murmur, circling your hips over the tip of his cock in a suspicious pattern that seems to spell something out, “just one more, please? can you do that for me, keigo?”

“you can’t say it like that and expect me to say no,” he hiccups as you brush a few stray hairs out of his face, your touch impossibly gentle and completely opposite to the way you’ve been treating him. first, you tied him to the headboard and started with a blowjob—but then you figured it’d be more exciting to hop into his lap and see how many times you could make him fall apart without putting him inside you.

it feels like keigo’s soul is about to leave him when you start up with the praise and cooing of his name. it makes all of his frustration melt away, and it’s so dangerous because it makes him want to listen. you could say anything in that tone while kissing his jaw or cradling the side of his face and he’d do whatever you asked him to.

some of the longer feathers of his wings brush lightly against your jaw as they flap again, struggling to stay still. “you’re killing me,” keigo gasps, strained, his hips jerking up, “i need you to ride me already, dovey.”

you pull back when he pushes forward, smirking with amusement. keigo’s tied up and genuinely begging (though it could be more desperate), even though you both know he could escape if he really wanted to. if he were truly as frustrated as he says, he would slice the soft rope binding his wrists and fuck you into the next god damn day.

but he doesn’t.

keigo likes when you’re in control and deciding how he should cum, even if it’s not always the way he wants. you continue, settling back into position. by the last strange swirl of your hips, he’s realized that you’ve spelt out your name on him, similar to the way that he does when he’s eating you out.

he thought he couldn’t for at least a little while, but he clearly thought wrong. keigo cums right then and there, his cock spurting warmth all over your pussy and contributing to the mess.

“f-fuck, i’m cumming,” his jaw is dropped and a small amount of confusion seeps into his expression, though it’s mostly covered up by the euphoria.

“that was certainly . . fast, keigo,” you giggle while he moans thoughtlessly, his teary eyes squeezing shut as he rides out his high, body trembling and all. now, you could untie him and let him fuck you, but where’s the fun in that? where’s the control? you know both of you would enjoy it more if he was left tied up and you rode him into oblivion instead.

someway, somehow, he’s still spilling cum even as you grab his twitching cock and sit on it. keigo lets out a delicious noise at the feel of you wrapped around his cock, his throat bobbing and shiny with sweat in the light.

“god, you’re so big,” the compliment goes straight to his dick and makes him moan even louder, his chest rapidly rising and falling. his pupils are blown when he opens his eyes again, squinting at you through the tears like you’re straight out of his favorite fantasy.

“y-you gotta sit for a second, dovey, it’s too much. ‘m actually empty right now, can’t cum again.”

keigo lets out a sob the moment you start moving, ass bouncing off his thighs while his cock goes deep. he starts running his mouth, babbling teary nonsense about how it’s too much—he almost shuts up once you lean over him, allowing him to press his face into your neck.

he shuts his eyes, dizzy from the overstimulation. “fuckfuckfuck—oh, you’re ridin’ me so good. hngh, don’t s-stop, mommy—”

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Not me queen

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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SOFT SEX WITH THE MHA BOYS !

i. midoriya , k. bakugo , e. kirishima x f!reader

warnings ; p in v , explicit content , fingering , praise , the l word

a/n ; i’m working on smtg big so i want to feed yall in the mean time

IZUKU MIDORIYA

izuku was definitely a sucker for any intimacy with you, especially when he got to take the time to appreciate you.

“god, you—you’re so beautiful baby,” he breathes out as he hovers over your naked body, only having his drawls on himself. his eyes move down your body slowly, he was memorizing every feature that traced your limbs. he dipped his head down as he planted soft kisses down the middle of your core, his fingers creeping into your hole, stretching you out at a slow pace.

“izuku. . . “ you softly called out. you felt a little smirk coming from your boyfriend, he enjoyed the way his name sounded from your tounge. you arched your back off the bed a bit from pleasure. his teeth nipped at your suckle skin.

to him, your body is the language his hands learned to speak. he memorized the ways to make your body twitch under his touch, ways to make you whimper, and how to make you cream all over his fingers.

his arms gripped your plush thighs, throwing them over his shoulders effortlessly. he looked down at your bare cunt like it was gold, a dazed expression painted on his face. “she’s so pretty—like you,”

you scoffed at his words. “don’t say things like that. . .” you grumbled.

midoriya just chuckled. “you flustered baby?” his fingers creeped up towards your heat, slowly gliding across your folds. this made your breath hitch, anticipation filling you. he could feel you waiting and it amused him. “don’t worry baby, i’m gonna take good care of you.”

he slid his two fingers in with ease, your wetness coating his flesh. he smirked at the lewd noises your pussy emitted. you let out some yourself, soft whimpers falling from your lips as you clench around his digits plunged inside of you. midoriya brought his head down, kitty licking your clit. your hands fly into his hair, scratching his scalp in all the right places.

“fuckk, zu, go faster,” you whined from above him. you attempted to push his head into your slickness, but he resisted, wanting to take control.

“we’re taking things slow tonight, sweet girl. i told you i was gonna take care of you, didn’t i?”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

ofcourse, katsuki was a rough man, meaning his sex was almost as rough as he was. though, there were times when he just wanted to show you just how perfect you were, and he knew just the way to do it.

“you feel so—s’good, baby,” bakugo breathed in your ear as his dick slid in and out of you at a slow pace. your body’s were stuck together, your legs were wrapped around his torso and your arms snaked around his neck. bakugo drank your soft moans with a passionate kiss.

there was something different in his tone, something different with his touch. everything bakugo did started to linger; his words, his fingertips. you weren’t complaining though.

his calloused hands made their way to your waist, gripping them carefully as he guided your body up and down his cock. “katsuki,” you whined. you threw your head on his broad shoulder, your nails finding themselves tangled in his locs.

bakugo let a groan at the blissful feeling. each time you tightened around him, the fire inside of him grew. “i want you to know how beautiful you are.”

his thrusts picked up its pace. his gaze darkened as he watched your tits bounce against his toned chest. his climax was getting close and he knew yours was too. “y—yeah?”

he grinned at your soft chuckle. “i know i ain’t great with words, but you—“ he stopped to let out a moan, his hot breath trickling down your neck. his grip loosened as he felt you nearly sucking him in. “i love you, y/n.” he confessed.

you inhaled sharply, letting out a strained moan. you brought your head up to gaze into his crimson eyes, the feeling of him twitching inside of you bringing you immense pleasure. “i—shit—i love you more, katsuki.” you bit your soft lips, muffling your pornographic cries, your climax finally washing over you.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

there wasn’t a second that went by without kirishima expressing his love for you. he loved saying it, but the way he showed it is what made your heart flutter. he never gave you the chance to doubt his heart, especially in times like these.

“loving you feels like something my soul was meant to do,” he called out above you, watching his length push inside you. your hands pressed against his abs, letting out a moan at the foreign feeling. “jesus christ, you’re so tight,”

“s—shut up, eij,” you choked out, covering your face out of embarrassment. his words brought warmth to your heart while your wet cunt brought warmth to his dick.

he chuckled at your flustered antics, bringing his hands to remove yours from the face he loved. “do i make you nervous baby?” his thrusts were deeper now, his entire length stuffed inside of you.

“god, yes,” your head fell onto the soft pillow under you, your hands now gripping kirishima’s biceps. his pace was achingly slow. the squelching sounds beneath you, the mix of each other’s faint moans, and being able to feel every inch of him go in and out of you was overwhelming. you shut your eyes tight, biting your plump lips.

“y/n, i—i, fuck,” he let out a low groan, one of his hands gripped the sheets under you while the other brushed a small strand of hair out of the face he loved to look at. his vermillion eyes admired you as his hand caressed your face. “i mean everything i say. i was—i was made to love you.”

your eyes fluttered open at his words. your gaze met his, letting out a soft sigh. your hands grasped his face, bringing it down to capture his lips into a passionate kiss. the knot inside your stomach was starting to build, threatening to unravel. “ ‘m close.”

“cum for me.” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath pushing you to the edge and bringing you to your climax, creaming all over his dick. kirishima placed soft kisses onto your neck.

[rexhya]

katsuki who started growing his hair out when he heard you say you liked guys with long hair.

it worse that he's completely in love with you and your so casually combing your fingers in seros hair, saying how hot he looks, ( even though he knows your joking, and that sero is practically married to dunce face, his blood boils anyway )

you hardly even notice untill his strands reach the base of his neck, and with a cheshire grin, "oh my god. did you grow your hair out?"

he shrugs his shoulders ( extremely tense) as you walk over to him, reaching your hands to stroke through the blonde mop.

bakugou fights not to groan, his arms locked tightly against his chest.

"cute." you mumble, then walk away.

he's startles, cute? tape face got hot and all he got was cute?

he was already on his way to figure out your next preference for guys, and this time, he would make sure you'd notice him.

[bakugoos]

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ fucking virgin katsuki for the first time

bakugo katsuki who’s literally red from head to toe when you finally ask him to do something more than just kissing.

you two have been dating for a while now, but it never went further than kisses. you started wondering if there was something wrong with you—if it were any other guy, you’d probably be pinned to the bed by now. but with him, nothing.

he’s never been vocal about his feelings, and now is no different. so you started picking up on his body language—the way he’d subtly grip the sheets when you sat on his lap, the way he held his breath when you kissed his neck.

you weren’t sure if he was nervous, or just didn’t want to mess things up. maybe both. but tonight felt different. the way his hands lingered on your waist slightly squeezing it, the way his eyes kept flickering to your lips and back again—he wanted it. he just didn’t know how to say it.

so you leaned in, close enough to feel his breath hitch, and whispered against his skin “you can touch me, y’know. if you want to.”

his whole body tensed.

his hands twitched where they rested on your hips, like he didn’t know what to do with them. his voice came out rough, barely above a whisper “don’t say stuff like that…”

but he didn’t stop you.

“please, katsu… i want this,” you whispered, grinding against him.

his forehead dropped to your shoulder, breath warm against your skin as his hands slowly lifted — hovering just beneath your breasts.

then he looked at you. “y-you sure?” he asked, though his eyes were already locked on your lips.

“please…” you breathed. and that was all it took.

his thumb brushed your cheek before he kissed you — slow, deep, possessive. his hands moved over your clothes like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

you reached down, palm pressing against his clothed cock as you started to unzip his pants.

pushing his boxers down just enough, you wrapped your hand around his cock and pulled it free. he let out a low breath, hips twitching under your touch.

you gasped, fingers curling in his hair as you guided him inside you. his fingers dug into your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear, pulling you down harder as you started to move.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room — wet, fast, filthy.

“f-fuck, baby… ah — slower, please,” he pleaded as you bounced on him. “s-slower or i w-won’t last.”

that only pushed you to move faster. all you could hear now were the squelching noises between your thighs and how surprisingly loud he was.

he filled you perfectly, deeply, like he was made for this. your stomach tightened with every movement, your thighs shaking. you could feel every vein, every twitch of him inside you.

he groaned against your throat, voice broken. “c-can’t believe how good you feel,” he whispered. your brain turned to static — nothing but moans and the sound of your name in his mouth.

“fuck, i could stay inside you forever.”

his thrusts lost rhythm as he got close, jaw clenched, pressing kisses into your shoulder mid-thrust while whispering your name.

he came inside you with a loud groan — breathless, shaking. you came right after, soaking his boxers completely with your release.

he didn’t move right away, just buried his face in your neck and breathed. “you okay?” he whispered, brushing damp hair off your face.

“yeah,” you chuckled. “you?”

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, glancing away, cheeks red.

you laughed as you watched him. “wanna go again?”

[cherrieshalo]

bunnyquirk!reader who stares curiously with wide eyes the first time they see katsuki bakugo in class, an expression of awe as they decided that 'yes, this is the boy i will obsess over."

bunnyquirk!reader who, despite being horribly shy the first few weeks at UA, slowly grew accustomed to their classmates and started following them around the school.

bunnyquirk!reader who slowly grew more and more attached to katsuki despite his pleas. he didn't need some furball clinging to him at random hours of the day.

he did, however, learn that bunnies had super long tails...

katsuki who snuck up behind them during training one day to be the little shit he was, eyeing the round tail that peak out the bottom of their training uniform shirt. he quickly tugged on it, watching it unravel to it's full length before they quickly jumped away in shock.

bunnyquirk!reader who quickly became the subject of katsuki's teasing after that incident; he'd ruffle their hair, play with their ears, verbally tease them and call them 'bunny' in a demeaning tone.

bunnyquirk!reader whose nose would twitch in embarassment from each interaction, horrified to admit that they were growing attached to him.

bunnyquirk!reader who would purposefully stand super close whenever they could, rubbing their chin all over katsuki's shoulder to claim him as theirs. he let them, not entirely knowing what the hell it was all about but enjoyed the attention. he got overly praised and obsessed over, not some damn extra.

bunnyquirk!reader who sat curled up under a stairwell after a particularly hard day, being found by katsuki with tears in their round eyes and ears pressed to their head. he bristled in discomfort, not knowing what to do before sitting down awkwardly next to them and patting their head.

bunnyquirk!reader who, despite technically being a prey animal, was promised by the boy they liked that he'd blow anyone up without hesitation if they ever so even breathed near them the wrong way.

[chaeuvy]

need a part 2 to suck it pretty please 🫣🫣 or just more shy reader hell yeahh

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊!! 2.0 ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: You’ve always been a little overwhelmed by how intense Katsuki Bakugou can be. But when a teasing moment on the couch turns heated, you find yourself on your knees—nervous, trembling, and unsure—offering something you’ve never given before. He’s patient, filthy, and all-consuming. And you? You’re falling apart under his praise.

warnings: oral sex (f→m), innocence kink, size kink, praise kink, teasing, slight gagging, reader is overwhelmed & embarrassed, soft dom Bakugou with filthy intentions, very consensual but very unbalanced, lots of swearing, filthy mouth Bakugou, you’re getting corrupted <3

wc: 1.0k words.

pt. 1

“Okay,” you breathed, the word barely leaving your lips.

Katsuki didn’t move a muscle. Just watched.

You swallowed hard, hands trembling as you reached for his belt, the cold metal buckle clinking softly under your fingers. Your breath caught when you felt the warmth of his body, so close, radiating heat like a furnace. He wasn’t rushing you. Wasn’t barking orders. That made it worse somehow—like the quiet was its own kind of pressure.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, voice husky, a spark of something dark and hungry in his eyes. But his hands stayed at his sides, muscles coiled like he was holding himself back. Like he knew if he touched you, you might bolt again.

You managed to unfasten the belt, your heart hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it. You wouldn’t meet his eyes. Couldn’t. Your hands moved of their own accord, like they didn’t belong to you, brushing over the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper.

He hissed through his teeth when your knuckles grazed him.

“You nervous, baby?” he asked, and there was a smirk in his tone, but it wasn’t mean. It was fond. Teasing. Like he was savoring every twitch of your fingers, every shy, stolen glance.

“Y-Yeah,” you squeaked, biting your lip. “I—I’ve never… I don’t really know what I’m doing—”

His hand finally moved, brushing your cheek so gently it made you ache. “That’s fine.” His voice dipped lower, molten. “You’ll learn. I’ll show you.”

You looked up then, eyes wide and uncertain. “What if I mess up?”

He leaned down, mouth brushing your ear as he whispered:

“You won’t. But even if you do, I’ll still fuckin’ love it.”

You shivered violently, face burning, but you nodded. Swallowed down your nerves. With trembling fingers, you tugged his boxers down just enough to free him—and immediately froze.

He was… big.

Your brain short-circuited. The size, the way he twitched in your grip, the heat radiating off him—it was all too much. You stared. Eyes darting up to his face, then back down again like you weren’t sure where to look.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, hand flying up to hide your mouth. “Katsuki, that’s not gonna fit.”

He barked out a laugh, deep and rough. “Not askin’ you to take it all, sweetheart. Just wanna feel that pretty mouth ‘round me.”

You whimpered again—soft, needy, wrecked before you’d even started.

He groaned like he was in pain the moment you touched him again—tentative, unsure, but willing. You leaned in slowly, heart in your throat, tongue darting out for a hesitant lick. His whole body tensed. You tried again—longer this time, your hand wrapping awkwardly around the base, unsure of your grip.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re really doin’ it.”

You flushed, startled by how good that made you feel.

His fingers tangled gently in your hair—not forcing, just there, steady, grounding.

You took him in shallowly at first, lips stretched, mouth warm and wet. Your tongue moved nervously, flicking and circling, trying to mimic what felt right. You didn’t know if it was good—you didn’t know anything—but the sounds he made, the low grunts and whispered curses, told you something was working.

“Shit, baby. You’re a fuckin’ natural,” he groaned, hips twitching ever so slightly. “Look at you—eyes all glassy, mouth so full. You gonna cry f’r me?”

Your thighs squeezed together instinctively.

Tears were pricking at your eyes—not from pain, but from everything. The pressure. The praise. The obscene heat in his voice when he looked down at you like you were the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.

You gagged slightly when he slipped in a little deeper, and immediately pulled back, coughing.

“Sorry—! I—”

But he cupped your cheek again, thumb wiping the corner of your mouth where spit had begun to gather.

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was softer now. Sincere. “You’re doin’ so good, precious. So fuckin’ good f’r me.”

You whined, overwhelmed, but leaned in again.

He watched, molten and reverent, as you tried your best—messy and innocent, guided only by the sound of his voice and the weight of his hand. You didn’t know what you were doing.

But he did.

And it drove him wild.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. pt. 3 when?!

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[seaborgium-dazies]

dirty mind, dirty mind - she just wants to fuck me all the time~ mdni

You're jittery for no reason and they want to help you feel better.

cw: f!reader, making out, teasing, oral (f! and m! receiving)

🌊: izuku, bakugo, denki

masterlist / kofi

deku:

He massages your shoulders and watches the tension melt away as if it was butter on fresh pancakes. It soon evolves to kissing down your neck; then sucking purple hickies along your throat and slowly but surely arriving at your twitching clit. With every moan, groan, sigh and shuddery breath a fragment of the stress breaks away and two orgasms later, you're no longer panicky. In fact you're on cloud nine <3

bakugo:

He lets your hands wander without protesting. His lip is jutting out as you grab at his torso, at his big arms, claw at his back. You move closer, still pawing at him and you ghost over his nipples. His stone cold expression falters and the sweetest whimpers leave him. You stop teasing him when you feel better, only noticing his raging boner as you move away from him.

denki:

He lets you play with his soft cock as if it was made for your mesmerized touch. He lets you suck at his sensitive tip, moan at the taste of him, run your fingers along the throbbing veins. You admire how fast it hardens between your palms and tries his best to stabilize his breathing. He suppresses his orgasm until you pull away from his cock with a satisfied grin.

©️ seaborgium-dazies do not copy, translate, edit or feed to AI.

[kitkat13001]

shota looks up from his papers when you heave what’s probably the most dramatic sigh he’s ever heard. he casts you an exasperated glance before asking a reluctant, “what?”

you look up at him through your lashes from where you’re sat on the other side of the couch, prodding him with your foot. “do you even like me?”

he holds his deadpan gaze for a second longer before returning to his work. “i’m not going to answer that.”

“what?!” you sit up, appalled and scowling. you crawl over to lean heavy on his shoulder, determined to interrupt his peace. “what the hell does that mean?!”

“there’s no good answer for that,” he replies, (mostly) unbothered to your pervasion of his personal space. “if i say yes, you’ll say something like ‘so you don’t love me’ and if i say no, you’ll have a fit. if i say ‘i love you’ you’ll say i didn’t answer your question. there’s no winning.”

you sit, dumbfounded. he’s got you there... 

“but—”

“yes, i like you. love you, even. no, i don’t want to break up. yes, i think about you every day and yes, i miss you when i’m away on missions. and no, i do not want anyone else. just you.”

he looks up and holds your gaze steady, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk tugging his lips at your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you huff a little, bashful as you settle back onto him, placated by his answer (…for now).

several moments pass in soft silence until you open your mouth to say something else and shota drops his pen, heaving out a long-suffering sigh. 

“and yes, i would still love you if you were a worm.”

[heartz-for-de]

Mha boys reacting to seeing curly/wavy haired! Reader with hair down for the first time!

Includes: Dabi, bakugo, hawks, Kirishima

Requests: open!

A/n: this was requested by @ilbtvs !! Thank u sm for the amazing request:)

Warnings:FEMALE READER! mentions of specific hair type, cussing, that’s kinda it.

—

-Dabi

You’d been around for awhile, becoming a familiar face for the LOV. You were a vigilante they kept on speed dial whenever they had an issue they knew would pique your interest. Dabi had grown accustomed to your shared banter and strangely intimate stare offs whether he’d like to admit it or not. He was quick to tease you, the bastard always doing whatever he could in order to get some kind or a reaction out of you. Today, you expected no different.

Every time you’d met up with the LOV, you’d been in work clothes, your hair tied up and out of the way for a multitude of reasons. This time would’ve been no different, if it weren’t for the fact that shigaraki had called you at three in the morning. You nearly pressed the red decline button, but with how boring your schedule was, you were too in need of a job to brush him off. The call was short lived, his scratchy voice giving you a location and time before hanging up.

Unfortunately for you the time was way sooner than you would’ve liked, giving you no time to ready yourself before the discreet meeting. With a sigh you put shoes on and begrudgingly started your journey to the abandoned building he’d named.

Dabi didn’t have to be there—shigaraki very well could’ve passed the information by himself— no, he chose to be there. Sitting side by side with Toga in some dingy old house simply for the fact that he wanted to see you.

“She’s late—maybe we should go to her house instead! I bet she has the cutest room!” Toga cheered as she swiped her fingertip against her newly sharpened blade.

Shigaraki didn’t respond, instead he rolled his eyes with a scoff. Toga was right, you were a little late, but they were giving you the benefit of the doubt since it was so deep into the city you’d probably had a decent trip to make.

The sound of a car approaching immediately caused the three of them to stiffen, their senses acutely aware of their surroundings. That was, until you walked in, the three of them almost audibly sighing with relief at the familiar person entering.

If Dabi wasn’t so smug, you would’ve seen his eyes widen in surprise—maybe even a smirk. But from your point of view, he looked completely uninterested in your arrival. However, on the inside? Dabi was going over every detail of your face, watching the way your hair fell onto your shoulders and framed it so perfectly. He’d never seen you like this, in such a weirdly normal lighting. He continued staring at your form in admiration.

“Finally.” Shigaraki broke the silence.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not like you called me in the middle of the night or anything.” You replied with a scoff, Brushing one side of your hair to sit behind your ear. Dabi sucked in a Breath involuntarily.

“You should wear your hair down more often.” Dabi stood up from his seat with a smirk, his raspy voice playing off the walls of the damp room.

“Hm, is that a compliment?” You asked, the air in the room shifting.

“Take it as you like, you look good with your hair down.” His forwardness always caught you off guard, though you never knew if it fell into the lines of your usual banter.

You smiled softly, breaking the eye contact he’d been holding.

“Well don’t get used to it, I only wear it like this when I’m at home. Gotta keep it up when I’m on the job, Yknow?” You grabbed the paper from shigarakis hands, looking over the file with little to no interest.

“Is that so? Guess I’ll have to stop by your house more often then, huh?” He slipped his scarred hands into his pockets as he took a slow step in your direction.

You peaked up from the paper, giving him a challenging look.

“Guess so.” You replied back softly, not giving any more leverage. “I’ll take the job, but don’t expect it to get done fast.” You looked back at shigaraki to see his face morphed into disgust.

“You two are disgusting.” He mumbled from under his hand, red eyes glowing in the soft light.

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at his reaction, almost forgetting others were in the room with you. Dabi watched as you laughed at the blue haired man, your own hair falling softly into your face. He smiled to himself, he was definitely going to stop by your house more often if it meant he got to see you like this.

—

-Bakugo

You’d left your notebook in class on accident,…..again. Bakugo immeditaly noticed as you quickly walked out of the room, your class notes left on your desk for any extra to grab without a second thought—and I mean what kind of friend would he be if he left them there? He watched through squinted ruby eyes as Mina grabbed them, claiming that she’d bring them to you whenever she saw you. Bakugo stepped into the conversation, snatching the used notebook from her hands before she could protest.

“Tch, I got it. Like she’d trust you to give her shit back.” Mina stood in shock as she looked at the blonde boy. She then let a knowing smirk play onto her features.

“Right, you got it. Totally.” She let her teeth come in full display, watching him roll his eyes in annoyance. It was known by almost the entire class that bakugo was head over heels for you, well the entire class excluding you.

It had gotten a little out of hand, a ship name being made—that same name being thrown at bakugo whenever he decided to be extra rude to anybody. He snarled everytime he heard it, but deep down he was content with the fact that people associated you alongside him.

It was moments like this that the class really got a look for how he felt for you, Hence why Mina allowed him to act out and take the book to you. Also just because she wanted him to take some charge and ask you out, but if she said that he’d probably blast her into the neighboring classroom.

Everyone’s eyes followed his frame as he walked out of the class, a few whispers erupting once he finally left. He scoffed at his classmates, muttering something smart under his breath.

The two of you were friends. No less and no more, so why did he feel nervous as he approached your dorm? It wasn’t weird by any means, he’d seen the room before. In fact, you two studied together once. He couldn’t place why this felt different, but he wouldn’t allow his mind to scare him off from returning your class notes, which he knew you would need for studying.

Once he finally reached your dorm he set two firm knocks onto the door, taking a step back the second he finished them. The door opened shortly after, your confused face peaking past its frame. You lit up at the sight of him.

“Bakugo! Hey what’s up?” You asked him nonchalantly. He stared at you, the answer he had planned previously melting in his mouth as his eyes focused on your face.

Your hair was down. He didn’t even realize the fact that he’d never seen it down before until he saw the way it sat against your chest. His eyes traced the pieces that fell across your outer face.

“Bak..ugo..?” You picked a hand up from your side and waved it in front of his plane of vision. He immediately locked onto your eyes, mouth still slightly agape.

“You uh—ya left your shit in class. Again.” Bakugo Katsuki was never one to stutter, in fact it felt unnatural as you watched the boy fumble to get the words out. He silently cursed himself as you hesitantly grabbed it from his hands.

“Ah, I’m sorry I’m way too forgetful. Thanks for grabbing it for me!” You cheerfully expressed your gratitude. Bakugo watched you intently, every move you made caused each strand to fall over your skin softly. You followed his eyes to land on your hair which you had completely forgot about. All of the sudden you felt your confidence retract on itself, instead replaced by embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh I didn’tevenrealize—“ you cut yourself off quickly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a mess, my hairstyle from class was just giving me a major headache.” You explained yourself further.

Bakugo looked at you weird. Not a single thought in his head moved anywhere towards the word “mess”. He gave you a once over, trying to understand where you got the idea that you looked disheveled from.

“Ya don’t look like a mess, the hell are ya talkin’ about.” Bakugo didn’t compliment people often, usually not even on purpose, but he had clear intent with what he was saying in this moment. “Looks good like that.” He allowed his hand to gesture to your head, the tips of his ears burning.

You perked up at his claim, your own cheeks heating up.

“O-oh! Thank you, bakugo. That’s super sweet of you—“ you tried to thank him once more, but he interrupted you.

“Yeah, don’t think much of it. Stop leaving your shit in class.” And before you could even blink, he was already walking away with his shoulders shrugged slightly.

You smiled to yourself as you saw the blush adorning his face even as he disappeared into the distance.

—

-Hawks

The agency was quiet, except for the soft sounds of the news playing from the lounge. It had been like that for most of the day. There had been no major attacks that required you to leave and get your hands dirty, so you had been chilling in the building without much care. You stared up at the tv, not really paying any mind to whatever it was they were talking about on it.

Your attention was torn from your phone when you heard some small commotion coming from outside the room. Since it was your agency, you definitely needed to check it out. You got up, letting out a huff of annoyance as you went to check out the noise.

“What’s going on?” You opened the door forcefully, the shock setting into your face when you saw hawks standing in the middle of your agency. Your sidekick looked at you sheepishly as she continued trying to push him out.

Hawks had been helping you on an underground case, something you weren’t sure how to feel about. Was he a good hero? Hell yeah. Was he also a pain in the ass? Most definitely.

“Hawks, what are you doing in—“ you had begun to lecture the winged man, but not before he swooped close to you. One of his hands came up to grab a strand of hair.

He smiled sleazily at you, not used to seeing you out of your hero costume.

“Yknow, you look real pretty when you aren’t scowling, baby.” He cooed at you. You swatted his hands away, not wanting the man to mess with your hair.

“That’s unfortunate, considering you make it so hard not to scowl.” There was a glint in his eyes, something you’d never seen before.

“Why don’t you wear you hair like this in patrol? Makes you so easy on the eyes, I can’t lie.” His teasing tone made you want to punch him in the throat, but you restrained yourself.

“That’s inconvenient, now what the hell do you want?” You questioned him once more, pretending that his compliments had no effect on you. His smug smirk never fell.

“What, can a man not want to check up on his little friend? I was just flying by when I saw you through the window, couldn’t help but wanna say hi.” His messy hair fell infront of his eyes, causing him to peer through it.

“Hello. You can leave now.” You decided not to feed into his little back and forth arguing he seemed to enjoy.

“Already? This is the first time I’ve seen you with your hair down, and you’re already kicking me out? Thought this was a major step in our relationship, babe—“ he joked relentlessly even as you forced him towards the exit. Your cheeks heated back up at the mention of your relaxed physical state.

“Out, hawks. I already have to see you enough, I really don’t wanna see your face on my breaks too.” You threw your head back in frustration. That only seemed to egg him on.

“Fine, i guess I’ll let you be. I’ll see you tonight, pretty.” He bid one more time before taking off quickly.

You felt a gust of wind hit your face from his wings, and you screwed your eyes shut at the affectionate nickname he used for you. God you hoped you could close this case quickly.

—

-Kirishima

He thought he was about to pass out. He hadn’t meant to stare at you, but the second he saw you release your hair from its usual up do, his eyes were drawn to you like a magnet. He could’ve sworn in that moment he’d never seen anything more beautiful—more ethereal. You looked straight from a painting, one of angels and-

“Dude, close your mouth.” Denki had snapped Kirishima from his overwhelming thoughts. Kirishima closed his mouth once he realized it had been hanging open at the sight of you. He scrunched his nose at his own lack of restraint, how had he let him self zone out and day dream about you like that? Denki pushed his shoulder slightly.

“You were staring at y/n like you were hungry, man.” His friends laugh echoed off the gym walls. All Kirishima could do was scowl at Denkis lewd joke. He would never disrespect you like that.

“What? Nah, dude. I would never do that, I just..I’ve never seen her with her hair down.” He told him truthfully.

Denki let his face morph into something sinister, the look in his eyes making Kirishima take a step back.

“Hey, y/n! Kiri has something he wants to tell you!” Denki called to you from across the room, watching as your eyes broke from jirous and fell onto the two boys. You smiled and slowly started jogging over.

“What the hell, denki. Dudeimnotpreparedwhywouldyou— HEY, y/n!” The voice change he went through when you came into earshot caused denki to choke on his own laughter.

“Haha, hey Kiri, what’s up?” You questioned him, laughing at the doubled over yellow haired boy beside him.

Kirishima looked around franticly for a moment, feeling the fear of embarrassment scorching thought his veins. He then stopped himself. Being scared to compliment you was so unmanly, especially since you two were just friends. He sucked in his fear and looked you in the eyes.

“I just thought you looked really pretty with your hair down, and wanted you to know!” He was talking louder than needed, given that you were only a few feet away. He could see denki look up at him in shock in his peripheral vision.

“Aw, thank you. I really appreciate your compliment, Kiri!” You sweetly thanked him, laughing at his obviously nervous state. He flushed at your praises.

“Course, now uh..we better get back to training! Gotta get more manly somehow!” He word vomited, watching as you held back a laugh.

“Right, have fun with that guys. See ya later!” You walked away with a bright smile, your hair swishing slightly with every step you took. You looked flawless, he thought.

Denki then grabbed onto his shoulder while helping himself up.

“Not gonna lie man, you totally fumbled that shit—“ denki patted his red haired friend on the back with a sigh.

“Please shut up.” Kirishima covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. He didn’t really need a reminder of how badly he’d dropped the ball with that one. He let his hands fall from their place on his head, his eyes instantly falling on you.

You were staring at him from next to your friends, a smile still playing on your lips. He made one back on instinct, causing You to giggle softly to yourself.

Maybe he didn’t too bad after all.

—

[katsukissed]

s’cute when you scowl • kb x f!reader

⤷ riding, slow burn, praise, angry face, teasing, dom!bakugo, dirty talk, explicit (18+)

an: reader with angry orgasm face LOL (is this relatable or just me?)

you don’t mean to look angry.

you’re not angry.

you’re just - focused. overwhelmed. trying to hold on.

but your brows are furrowed, lips parted in a tight grimace, eyes squeezed shut like you’re trying not to cry or bite him.

and katsuki?

he’s living for it.

you’re on top of him, knees pressed into the mattress, hips rolling slow and deep, and he can’t stop staring.

his hands are gripping your thighs, mouth parted slightly, chest rising and falling fast.

“jesus christ- ” he breathes. “you look like you wanna kill me.”

you whimper - a sound so high and desperate it doesn’t even match the expression on your face - and drop your head for a second, hiding in the crook of his neck.

“shut up,” you mumble, breathless. “feels too good.”

he groans. his fingers flex around your hips.

“yeah?” his voice is low, teasing. “that what the death glare’s for?”

you bite his shoulder. he laughs - moans - fuck, he’s losing it.

because you’re so tight around him. so wet. riding him slow like you’re trying to memorize the shape of his cock, every inch.

but your face is twisted up in this angry little pout like you’re mad about how good he feels inside you. like it’s his fault.

and maybe it is.

“you gonna tell me how good it is?” he pants, one hand trailing up your back, cupping the nape of your neck. “or just keep scowlin’ at me like that?”

“shut up, katsuki- ”

“no.” he bucks up into you hard. grins when your angry little moan punches out of your throat. “look at me when you cum. want that pissed off face burned into my brain.”

and when you finally do - clenching tight, mouth falling open, face twisted in frustration like it’s too much - he holds your hips down and groans like a sinner.

“fuck, you’re unreal.”

after, when you’re breathless and limp on top of him, he strokes your back and murmurs against your shoulder:

“you know you scowl the whole time, right?”

“i do not- ”

“yeah, you do.” he smirks. kisses your temple. “s’cute.”

and you hate how that makes you smile.

but not enough to stop doing it.

⤷ @katsukissed

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[pacifistsworstnightmare]

KAMIKAZE MISSION — fwb!touya todoroki

sometimes your not-quite-boyfriend shows up at your place in the middle of the night with his kid brother in tow

a/n : i've been drinking ok i get really maternal when i've had wine. also the drawing is mine i cannot draw but i tried my best 🙂‍↕️

m.list !

shouto’s already asleep— he passed out somewhere between brushing his teeth and asking you about your favourite kind of fish (and telling you his. of course). now he’s curled in the middle of your bed, soft and warm and drooling a little into your pillow.

your bed is too small for three people.

touya’s on the other end, sideways, and staring at you like your face has the answers written on it. to him it does.

you’re facing each other, across the boy’s sleeping body. your voices are barely whispers.

“he’s a bed hog,” you murmur.

“he’s got sharp elbows,” touya replies, just as quiet. “i think he bruised my rib.”

you grin. you don’t say i like having you both here.

there’s a little nightlight plugged in beside the dresser— one of those cheap LED ones from the pharmacy, shaped like a sea turtle. shouto made you plug it in before bed. said the room was too dark otherwise.

the glow makes everything feel soft. like it’s real. like it’s safe.

touya shifts, just slightly, and the mattress dips. his foot brushes yours. you feel it everywhere.

“he keeps looking at you,” he says, voice low. “like you’re something good.”

your breath catches. “he’s a sweet kid.”

“he’s not sweet,” touya says, but he doesn’t mean it. “he’s scared. he’s quiet. and he’s trying so fuckin' hard not to be in the way.”

that makes your chest hurt.

you glance down at shouto’s sleeping face. he looks younger when he’s like this. smaller. his hand is resting against touya’s shirt. his other hand is against your arm.

“he’s not in the way,” you whisper.

“you’re the first person he’s been like this with since mom got hospitalised,” touya says, and it’s so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

then he goes still, like maybe he wasn’t supposed to say that.

you don’t know what to do with the ache in your chest.

you say, “you didn’t have to bring him here.”

“i know.”

“but you did.”

touya exhales slow. closes his eyes. “he needed somewhere to land.”

you nod, even though he can’t see it. “and you?”

“i didn’t think about me.”

he’s lying. he thought about you.

you want to reach for him, but shouto’s in the middle. tiny, warm, still holding you both in sleep.

instead, you whisper, “i’m glad you’re here.”

touya’s eyes open again. they look especially blue in the nightlight, soft around the edges.

“don’t say that,” he says.

you smile. “i mean it.”

“yeah.” he glances at the ceiling. “that’s the problem.”

you’re quiet for a long time.

the city hums outside. the boy breathes, steady and safe. touya blinks slow, tired behind the eyes. and you lie there, feet touching, a ten-year-old draped over you like you’re the only two people he trusts in the world.

it’s not a family. not really. and shouto will be back in his own house soon, and touya will be gone again.

but for tonight, it’s close enough.

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[syrecjh]

Can I request Bakugo loving reader’s thighs? Not in a smutty way but he just always touches and lays between them affectionately 😗

Bakugo touches your thighs like it’s muscle memory. Not lust. Not routine. But something more primal, more stitched into his bones—like every thread of his DNA just knows this is where I belong. He’d never explain it out loud—hell no, he’d sooner bite his own tongue—but there was something about them, about you, the way your body held softness like a secret, that drew his hands without thinking. It started subtly, instinctively—on shared train rides, his hand would find your knee and drift upward, resting there with a calmness that contradicted everything the world thought they knew about Dynamight. At restaurants, seated side by side in a booth, he’ll always place his hand over your thigh beneath the table, rubbing gentle circles as he read the menu. And when you sat next to each other on the couch, legs folded up or sprawled, his hand would snake over to settle across them like it belonged—because it did. Always. He’d tug you closer without asking, his palm spreading wide across the muscle like a quiet claim, like home.

And on the days when the world is too much for him—when the crowd’s too loud, the headlines too heavy, the pressure sitting like dynamite on his spine—he comes home and finds you in the kitchen or on the bed or lounging by the window with your knees pulled to your chest. He won’t even speak. He’ll just drop his bag, toe off his boots, and fall to his knees in front of you like gravity pulled him down. His head rests gently on your thighs, face turned to press against the warmth of your skin, arms curled around your waist like the only thing keeping him stitched together is you. He doesn’t have to ask. You never flinch. Your hand is already in his hair, already soothing. And he breathes—like really breathes for the first time all day.

He likes the way they feel under his head. Solid. Steady. Safe. Not delicate like people expect thighs to be. Yours are strong. Anchoring. And maybe he doesn't say it out loud, but in his mind, your thighs have carried him through worse days than even his own legs ever have.

And God forbid someone else notices them—someone else’s eyes lingering a second too long when you're wearing shorts or a skirt out in public. You’d think he'd start a fight. But he doesn't. Not exactly. He just reaches out, so casually you might miss it, and rests his hand over your thigh again, slow and deliberate. A claim. A reminder. His thumb strokes back and forth, and he leans over with that low rasp in your ear, “People got no shame these days, huh?” The smirk in his voice tells you everything. The protectiveness is always simmering right under his skin—but it’s not explosive. It’s possessive in that quiet, terrifyingly gentle way that only Bakugo could make feel both overwhelming and tender all at once.

When he says he loves you, he doesn’t use the word. He just touches your thighs. In every room. Every silence. Every season. His hand finds its way back, always. Because no matter what the world sees in him—Dynamight, the fighter, the firestorm—you’ll always be the one place he lets himself collapse. And your thighs will always be the softest part of his armor.