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Drunk In Love #2

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Part One - Part Two

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☆ Sypnosis → Katsuki doesn't realize he has feelings for you until your last year of UA.

☆ Content Warning → lots and lots of yearning, bakugo being a stubborn shit, slow burn, eventual smut, there's gonna probably be multiple parts to this, bakugo yearning, mutual pining, lots of perspective from bakugo, tried to make this as in character as possible. masturbation (male), bakugo jorks it to you lol, implied wet dream

☆ Tags → @lillyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy @starriina @snoozebun @cookiemonster1sworld

Katsuki sits in the common room in the dark, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. He can’t sleep and his whole body feels hot and sticky from this miserable June weather. “Can’t sleep either?”

Katsuki just grunts. That sugary voice rang through the room. And honestly, it was the last one he wanted to hear.

You walk up to behind the couch he’s sitting on, leaning against the back and peering at his phone nosily. Katsuki tenses and looks away, “No.” He mumbled. There was a silence for a moment.

“What’s keeping you up?” You asked, rocking forward slightly as you tried to get a look at his face. “Nothin’ just not tired.”

“You’re a bad liar.” Katsuki blinked and snapped his neck to look at you, he furrowed his brows. You just hummed as your eyes met, and he felt as if he could hear your heartbeat.

"Why do you care?" The moonlight casts an ethereal glow on your face, making you look almost angelic, which annoys Katsuki to no end because he doesn't want to think of you that way. He crosses his arms over his chest defensively, trying to hide the slight tremble in his hands. His mind races, searching for any excuse to get rid of you, but all he can manage is, "It's none of your concern." Katsuki takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "What are you even doing up?" He changes the subject abruptly, hoping you'll leave him alone.

“Not really tired, I guess.” You averted your gaze, whistling lowly and smiling. And there was another pregnant pause. It was long enough that Katsuki eventually turned back to looked at you, your eyes locking. He wanted to look away, he really did. But now his eyes were trailing from yours to your lips. He swore you were about to lean forward before a voice broke the silence, “Bakugo! Hey man, whatcha up to? Hey (Y/N)!” Kirishima walked into the common room with that sharp smile. Bakugo was quick to look away from you and you stood up straight, turning to Kirishima and smiling.

“Hi Kirishima.” You greeted, leaning against the back of the couch. “What are you up to?”

Kirishima grinned that toothy grin, always so polite. “I just came to get a water bottle.” He announced before leaving to the fridge for said beverage. You turned back to Katsuki, opening your mouth to speak but was quickly cut off.

"Stop looking at me like I owe you something." He growled. He was already tense before you came into the room, and now your presence was making him even more on edge. He wasn't exactly sure why you being here made him feel this way, but Katsuki was in no mood to unpack that at the moment, so he simply glared at you with an intensity that could make most people flinch - but he doubted you’d back down that easily. Scratch that, he knew you wouldn’t back down that easily. You never made things easier, and it irked Katsuki to an unreal level - you weren’t someone he could just ignore. Not like the others. He sighed and ran his fingers through his spiky hair.

“Just-“ he stops himself before saying some crude remark, “-go, would you?" Katsuki's expression is unreadable. He just wanted you to leave so he could relax and clear his head. He couldn’t do that with your intoxicating presence. You frowned, “I just had a question.” You protested against his request, standing up. “Then ask?” He muttered, a command more than a question.

“Can we- I want to spar with you!” Your words rushed out, a mess of letters on your tongue as you felt your heart pound with nervousness. “You want to spar with me?” Katsuki scoffed, “You don’t stand a chance.”

“I need a challenge, and you’re the best!” Katsuki’s breath hitched and he looked away with knitted brows. “What are you rambling about-“

“I’m sorry I just- Can we?”

“If I say yes, will you go away?”

“Yes!” You smiled.

“Okay fine.”

And with that, you went on your way. How was Katsuki supposed to sleep now? You haunted him during the day and now it was worse, these dreams were getting frustrating. Waking up drenched in sweat, cock swelling against his briefs. He clenched his jaw, setting up in his bed as he lifted the sheets to see the wet spot on his crotch. Shit.

You’re the best!

Katsuki groaned as your words flashed through his mind, making his dick jump in anticipation.

The feeling was unbearable now, heat coursing through his veins and rushing to his throbbing member that begged for attention. His hand flung to his dick, palming the phallus shape through the sheer cloth of his underwear.

Katsuki’s teeth dug into the fat flash of his bottom lip, slipping his hand under his waistband. Once his hand made contact with his cock, Katsuki let out an audible groan. Cheeks flushed, what was he doing? Jerking off to his dear friend, if he could even call you that. You had absolutely infiltrated his mind to a point he was sure he was losing it. All these new, perplex feelings left him feeling stranded. And Katsuki was way too arrogant and stubborn to ever talk to anyone about it, in fact he rather just ignore them to begin with. Yes, that sounds ideal - throw all his feelings into a vault and swallow the key. If only it were that easy, because if it was, he wouldn’t be fisting his cock to the thought of you right now.

The thought of you wrapped around him was almost too much, precum leaking out his tip in copious amounts. You’d whisper sweet things in his ear, tell him how good he’s doing. You’d catch on quickly that he likes being praised, it was clear as day. He sucked in air through his teeth, hand jerking up and down shakily. You kiss his soft jaw - he never could grow facial hair. Lick against the skin, bite and squeeze his shoulders.

You’d cry in bliss as he gave it to you just how you liked it. This was getting bad, he was losing control of this situation fast. He knew it for sure when he thought of your pretty face, eyes never leaving his when you came undone around his dick - making him cum instantly. Katsuki’s hand fell from his cock and he panted softly, mind racing. The blonde stared at the ceiling, cheeks flushed and toned chest rising and falling. He cursed himself, he wanted you to be beside him right now so badly. Clinging to his side and talking off his ear about all that stuff that he never had any interest in before. But now he did, because it was you. Katsuki hated change, this was painfully obvious. But you were the embodiment of change. And if he truly wanted you in his life, as more than just an extra, this was something he’d have to adjust to.

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How we feeling about a lil TodoIida x reader 3 way

What's Your Fantasy?

Husband!Tenya Iida x Fem!Reader x Bestfriend!Shoto Todoroki

→ Masterlist ☆ Synopsis → Iida and his wife, reader, attend a reunion party at UA. Reader whisks Tenya away from the party to get frisky in a secluded area, only to be discovered by her close friend from high school, Shoto. ☆ Content Warning → reader and iida are married, tenya is lowkey secretly freaky, everyone's a bit buzzed from champagne, threesome, oral (both male and female receiving), lots and lots of kissing, fingering! shoto has unrequited feelings for reader. ☆ Author's Note → Heyyy, wasn't entirely sure if you wanted Iida and Todoroki to do gay with each other, so I didn't include it in this! But I can always make a part two where they do kiss and interact with each other in that manner! So just let me know! I'll probably cook up a part two where the three do more than oral! :) -Juicy

Tenya whistled as you came out the bathroom in your new dress he had bought you. “You look amazing.” He observed, taking your hand with a small grin.

“You think so?” You enquired and shot a grin back as he kissed your temple. “I know so.” You and Tenya were invited to a high school reunion at UA. Plenty of well-known heroes were going to be attending, including some of your former classmates.

“Shoto actually messaged me yesterday, said he was looking forward to seeing us.” Tenya said as they headed out to the car. You hummed as you opened the passenger door. It’d be nice to see Shoto, you two were close back in UA, but as the world got busier, so did the both of you - which led to not contacting each other as often.

Time and time again, Shoto had to remind himself - You were married now. And as much as he loved you, he had to put those feelings aside. He never got the chance to confess to you. But maybe things were better this way. He had seen all your posts with your husband. You were always smiling so big, holding the camera and holding up a peace sign - Iida in the background smiling as well. Shoto had seen your wedding photos as well. He'd be lying if he had said he didn't wish it were him instead of Iida. But he respected your husband. They were friends too, after all. Shoto's expression remained neutral, looking at his reflection as he tied his tie. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go. He'd have to say hi to you, pretend like he hadn't tried to wipe you out of his memory. He looked down when a notification popped up on his phone. Just now → From (Y/N) Tenya told me you were going to be there, see you soon!

Shoto pressed his lips into a line for a moment, before sighing and hearting the message. Ignoring you was proving to be more difficult than he originally thought.

The gym was bustling with music and liveliness as graduates shared drinks. Some danced and some just conversed. "It was so romantic, Tenya surprised me by taking us out to the coffee shop where we had our first date. The owner let him use it after hours, so we had the whole place to ourselves. He set the mood with candles and everything." You beamed and smiled to Uraraka and Midoriya, showing them the ring. "You two are perfect together." Ochako smiled and grabbed your hands, "We missed you so much, I'm so glad you came!" She giggled. You smiled back, squeezing her hands. "I'm glad I decided to come as well. It's been so nice catching.... up." You trailed off as you looked behind the brunette, noticing who just came into the gym- Shoto! Your smile grew bigger, waving at the man but when his eyes met yours, he looked away and walked off. Weird. Tenya had noticed this, raising a brow. You looked back to Tenya, noticeably hurt by Shoto's demeanor as your hands fell from Ochako's. The brunette turned and began to catch up with Midoriya.

"Did you see that?" You murmured as you walked over to your husband, brows knitted with concern. "He completely just avoided me-" Tenya placed a hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll go check on him. You stay here and have fun, yeah?" He consoled you, kissing your temple briefly as he left to go find Shoto.

Tenya pushed up his glasses as he walked out of the gym, closing the doors behind him. He wiped his palms on his pants as he looked both ways, unsure of where Shoto went. Shoto had managed to escape to the front of the building. He let out a soft sigh, it was pretty obvious he was avoiding you. Maybe coming to the party wasn't the best idea, but in a sense, he was glad he came. He wanted to see you, of course - but seeing Iida was still a reminder that you weren't his. The two toned male sighed and turned around when he heard footsteps. Tenya stood behind him, hands in his pockets. Shoto was a bit surprised that it was his friend who followed him and not you.

Shoto looked at the ground, avoiding Iida's gaze. "You're lucky, you know." Shoto said after a moment of silence. "Having her. You're lucky." Shoto didn't know why he was admitting this, maybe he needed a push, or to say what he's been wanting to say since he had met you.

Iida seemed speechless. "If I had the courage you had back then, she wouldn't be yours. She'd be mine." Shoto frowned, gripping the railing he was leaning on. Iida stayed quiet. Honestly, Iida should've punched Shoto in the face for this. But he couldn't. That wasn't who he was, the two respected each other. "Shoto, you're one of my former classmates. When you're unhappy, so is (Y/N). She misses you deeply. And I'm not dumb. I see the way she looks at you." He folded him arms and looked away for a moment. "So, if she's open to the idea. Then I think we could work something out."

"You're back! Was everything okay?" You asked with a frown, taking Tenya's hand.

Iida squeezed your hand. "Everything's fine." He said gently, kissing the back of your hand. You raised a brow, you knew there was something else, but you didn't want to press on. You sighed, squeezing his hand back.

Iida had no issue with you dating Shoto as well, just as long as you were happy and he was happy - Iida would be happy. He wasn't sure how to approach the topic, however. Your cheeks were a bit flushed as you looked up at your husband and you smiled, eyes drifting away from his as you analyzed his features. "Is something wrong?" He raised a brow, looking down at you. You shook your head, "No no, you just look so nice tonight." You squeezed his hand, "This is really good champagne." “That it is.” Iida said with a smile, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you in a bit. Iida would be lying if he said he couldn’t wait to get home so he could rip off that dress. You were thinking the same thing, but several steps ahead of him. Why wait, right? "Tenya, baby, can we go somewhere private?" You murmured, hooking a finger into his pocket playfully. His cheeks tinted red, "Wha-What? Honey, you do know we're at a public event right now?" Tenya looked away timorously. “Yeah. I know, but who cares? I wanna enjoy some of my perfect, amazing husband~” You cooed and poked his cheek, smirking at how red Tenya’s cheeks had gotten. “Let’s go~” You whispered in his ear and started to drag your husband to the empty teacher's lounge on the third floor, away from any party goers.

Tenya was still speechless, not sure how to react, as you opened the door, shoved him inside and pushed the door behind you. "Mhhf-" Iida's eyes widened a little as you pushed him onto the sofa, kissing him feverishly. You straddled his hips, your hands roaming all over his body before resting on his cheeks. His cheeks burned red, and his glasses fogged up as you swarmed him with kisses. Tenya tried to keep up, lips meeting yours hungrily. You giggled into the kiss, lips moving to his glasses and taking them between your teeth, pulling them off friskily. The blue-haired man blushed furiously at this, the blood rushing to his cock only becoming harder to ignore.

Todoroki was roaming the empty halls of UA, champagne in hand as he reminisced on the past. Should he ask you out to a coffee or something and tell you how he felt? Or would that be too sudden-?

These questions were swirling around in his head, making him dizzy. He couldn't tell if it was because of what Iida had said, or how tipsy Shoto was. Shoto took a sip of his champagne and stopped for a moment when he heard soft giggling and humming coming from a room down the hall. He walked down to the only cracked door in the hall, hesitantly peeking through. You were on your knees, back facing the door, between Iida's knees. Shoto gulped, he felt as if he couldn't look away. Your head was bobbing up in down, legs curled to your side and heels kicked off. Tenya's eyes were glued to you, hand threading in your hair as you took as much as you could of him into your mouth. "Just like that.." Your husband breathed out shakily, eyes half-lidded, free hand gripping the arm of the sofa. Shoto's cheeks were dusted pink, eyes widened. His eyes were glued to you and Iida in the room. He knew he should look away...but he couldn't. His mind was too busy thinking how he wanted to be in Iida's place. You looked up at Iida and continued to do what you were doing, unaware that it wasn't just your husband who was watching you. You pulled off Iida's painfully hard cock with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back off your hand as you began to lazily stroke him with your hand. "Is it good, baby?" Your sultry tone was just enough to send Todoroki flying into orbit, his dick springing up in his pants. He let out a quiet gasp, hand flinging to cover his boner, accidently knocking the door open.

You gasped audibly, head jerking around to meet Shoto's fearful gaze. "Shoto!" Your eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, lips parting in shock. Tenya was a little less shocked than you, pulling his blazer over his erection as your hand moved away. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't-" Apologies spewed from the two-toned man's mouth, cheeks as bright as apples as he looked away. Your eyes trailed down, noticing his hand over his crotch. "Shoto, are you..?" "...yeah..." He mumbled. Shoto could die from embarrassment right now, he was sure of it. You pursed your lips, heart pounding out of your chest. You felt your hand being squeezed and you turned back to your husband, looking up at him. "What do you say, should we let him join?" Iida murmured with a cocked brow, corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. "...Let him join?" You asked, looking back to Shoto.

Shoto groaned as you took him into his mouth. He had taken Iida's place on the couch, knees trembling ever so slightly as your tongue slid up the vein on the underside of his cock. Iida was standing beside you, gently rocking his hips as you stroked his throbbing member. "You're.... really good at this..." Shoto managed to choke out, eyes widening as you took him deeper, flushed tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes were closed for a moment in concentration, before opening again and meeting Shoto's. He gulped. He looked so delicious right now, and honestly this was moment was perfect. The two most important people in your life, right at your fingertips. You pulled off his cock, tongue sliding over the tip before moving over to Iida, taking him into your mouth and stroking Shoto. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Iida with watery eyes as he praised you, stroking your head like he always did. Shoto got a better view of you sucking Iida off, letting out a groan as his cock twitched with desperation. You hummed around Iida's cock, free hand holding onto his muscular thigh for support. You were about to go deeper before Iida gently pulled you, by your hair, off his cock. "You're doing so good taking care of us, let us take care of you." He suggested, helping you stand up. You nodded, kissing Tenya deeply. He cupped your cheeks, tongue raking over your bottom lip. You hummed, pulling back and looking down at Shoto who sat idly on the couch. "Shoto, come here." You beckoned, grabbing his hands and helping him up with a giggle. Shoto opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You smile up at him, kissing his lips tenderly. His eyes widened but soon closed as he kissed you back, fingers itching to touch you. Tenya wastes no time, unzipping the back to your dress. He kisses up your spine, stopping at the back of your neck and nipping softly. Your place a hand on Shoto's chest, fingers drumming against his heart as your tongue delves deeper into his mouth. He groans into your mouth, moving a hand to cup your cheek. Tenya hums as your dress falls to the ground, trailing kisses down from your neck, down your spine, to the soft flesh of your ass. He plants another kiss here, now on his knees. Tenya places a hand on your inner thigh, parting your legs slightly. Shoto parts from you, nipping your bottom lip before getting on his knees as well. You lift your right leg, resting your thigh over Shoto's shoulder. He wastes no time, leaning forward and swiping his tongue through your wet folds. You let out a soft gasp, watching as he devours you whole. Tenya kisses the back of your thigh before dipping his fingers into your slick, sliding his middle finger into you. You let out a whine at this, closing your eyes as your head fell back. Tenya slaps your thigh, "Don't be rude, baby, watch him eat you out. So devoted." Your husband hums. "S-Sorry..." You mumbled out, cheeks hot as you looked back down, eyes meeting Shoto's. He gazed into your eyes with admiration, half-lidded as he lapped at your clit, dragging his tongue across the swollen bundle of nerves. "Is he doing well?" Tenya rasped, pumping his finger in and out of you. "Yeah.." You hummed, reaching down and threading your fingers through Shoto's hair. The man hummed against your pussy, moving a hand to your thigh and rubbing affectionately. Tenya added another digit, sinking his two fingers in knuckles deep. You let out a shaky gasp, looking back at Iida with a half-lidded gaze. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out your greedy hole. "So good, don't stop-" You inhaled sharply, using your free hand to grope your breast. Shoto and Tenya pumped their own cocks, Shoto sucking on your clit and Tenya curling his fingers inside you faster. You let out a trembling cry, cunt clenching around Iida's fingers as you came undone. Your legs trembled as you rode out your high, Shoto keeping you from falling. Once the three of you were finished, you all sat on the couch to catch your breathes.

"That was.. unexpected- but great." You stifled a laugh, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Shoto hummed in acknowledgement, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh but stopped himself. You looked over with a smile, taking his hand and moving it to your thigh. His eyes softened and a small smile formed on his face. "Are we all okay with this becoming a…." You trailed off suggestively, looking between your husband and friend.

"I don't mind if Shoto doesn't mind." Tenya was the first to speak. You both looked over to Shoto expectantly. The two-toned man looked between the both of you, "I'd like that."

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i fear im cooking on a todoiida x reader smut right now, stayed tuned! Drunk In Love (Part Two) Will be worked on immediately after this masterpiece is posted! Love you guys! ;) -juicy

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☆ The Juicy Masterlist

(And More)

☆ MHA

Obsessed!Dabi x Fem!Reader → Sweet Nothings College!Hawks x Fem!Reader → Clouded Confessions ProHero!Tenya Iida x Fem!Reader → First Time, Sorta? Bakugo x Fem!Reader → Drunk in Love #1

Bakugo x Fem!Reader → Drunk in Love #2

Iida x Fem!Reader x Todoroki → What's Your Fantasy? #1?

☆ Request Orders & Rules

Simple rules, I refuse to write anything that has to do with the following: noncon, age play, bestiality, incest, pedophilia, scat, vore, knife play, anything of the sorts. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Bakugo x Fem!Reader → Old Flames (WIP)

Todoroki x Fem!Reader → No Title Yet (WIP)

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Drunk In Love

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Part One - Part Two

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☆ Sypnosis → Katsuki doesn’t realize he has feelings for you until your last year of UA.

☆ Content Warning → lots and lots of yearning, bakugo being a stubborn shit, slow burn, eventual smut, there’s gonna probably be multiple parts to this, bakugo yearning, mutual pining, lots of perspective from bakugo, tried to make this as in character as possible. there’s no smut this chapter

Katsuki was already aware that you had more potential than the rest of your classmates. In his eyes anyways. Everyone who wasn’t in his own inner circle were wannabes, extras. Even his inner circle, he barely tolerated. But you, you seemed to stick out to him. And despite his nonchalant demeanor towards you, on the inside was a maelstrom of emotions. Confusion, frustration, anger, perhaps even admiration?

But he kept his distance, and you kept yours.

As much as the two of you could, sharing the same class and all. The first years of UA, he found it easier to bottle up his feelings, ignore you, pretend to hate you like he does everyone - But this final year of UA, hiding his feelings became much more difficult.

You were already fairly attractive in his eyes. Well, in everyone’s eyes. From the way your hair framed your face perfectly, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke. The big, dopey smile you seemed to never rid of. Or the way your voice always stood out in a room full of chattering scholars. A sight for sore eyes some would say, and Bakugo couldn’t get enough of you. He hated it.

Katsuki rested head on his fist as he scribbled away on a piece of paper, death grip constricting the poor pencil. Brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate, but how could he when you ended up sitting at the desk in-front of him? Not that you did it intentionally, of course, the bell was about to ring and you needed a seat!

Katsuki gritted his teeth, trying to get over the way your honey-sweet perfume tickled his nose. The way it ran through his immune system and spread through his body, forming butterflies in his stomach. He swore he felt as if he were spiraling.

He shook his head, bounced his knee, and waited impatiently for the bell to ring. Eventually it did, but it felt like forever. The two of you didn’t interact much, so it was easier for him not to make a fool of himself. And when you two were around each-other, it was never often. Until this year, when the two of you shared last period together. Last period was gym, a favorite class of many students. Often, students would get to spar or run the track. And once that bell rang, most would leave. Some people left and went straight home, others went to their dorms, some went to the locker room, and others stayed back and just lingered for a bit.

Katsuki was walking to the locker rooms, when he noticed you on the same path in front of him. You wore the casual white tank and sweat pants that every student wore for gym, and hair pulled backed out of your eyes. It was hot and windy outside. A typical summer day, where everyone just wanted to get the hell home. You heard footsteps behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see who it was. Oh? Bakugo?

You stopped walking and that same smile spread across your face, “Oh- Hey, Bakugo!” You greeted as he continued walking, striding past you. “Hey.” The blonde said gruffly, not even looking back. But of course, as he predicted, you were following him like a lost lamb.

“You’re off to the locker room too, aren’t you? Let’s walk together.” You hummed, following your classmate. Normally, if you were anyone else, he’d tell you to fuck off. Go to hell. Something of the sorts. But it was you, and all he did was grunt in response.

You talked… a lot. Something Katsuki hated in other people, but for some reason he didn’t mind too much when you yapped his ear off about finals, training, or just anything that came to mind. Katsuki liked it, but he’d never admit it. The way you snickered at your own jokes, even if the blonde didn’t laugh. Not even a chuckle. Not that it was anything personal.

The two of you made it to the entrance of the locker room, two doors. One that led to the ladies’ and one that led to the men’s.

He didn’t go until he made sure you went inside. It was late and he wasn’t a complete douchebag. Plus he didn’t realize he did it until you left, causing him to furrow his brows and drag a hand across his face in annoyance. He went into the mens’ locker room, and began his shower.

Like usual, he spent about an hour and a half in the shower. Not that he was doing anything, he washed his hair, body, and face like 45 minutes ago. Katsuki just liked to be in the shower. It was quiet at this hour. The warm June weather meant most students skipped the locker room, decided to get out of this heat faster. Others went straight to the pool. It was the perfect time for Katsuki to be alone. It just felt different in this stupid locker room.

He exhaled, warm water cascading down his toned back. Bakugo had certainly grown since the first year of UA. He gained more weight, more muscle. That was something he had realized with you too. You were the first he noticed. You were scrawny for the first year, long hair always pulled back neatly for school. And now you were more toned and built, fit for hero work. He knew you’d have no problem finding an agency to start at, your quirk was useful after all.

Eventually, he did get out the shower. Katsuki got dressed in clean clothes, a simple black t-shirt and sweat pants, grabbed his dufflebag, and left.

When he stepped outside, the familiar sound of cicadas chattering and birds chirping greeted him. The sky was a melted mixture of pinks, oranges, and purples as the Sun descended. That’s when he turned his head and saw you standing there with your arms folded, leaning against the building wall. When you noticed him, that big smile spread across your face like usual.

“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki managed to ask, approaching you with his bag in hand. “I wanted to walk you home. You did make sure I made it into the locker room. So I figured I could return the favor and make sure you get home safely.” You hummed, standing up straight and stepping forward.

Katsuki felt his cheeks burn hot — he didn’t know you saw that. He looked away, “I don’t need you to walk me home.”

“Pleaseee, Bakugo! It’s only fair!” You pleaded, putting your hands together and fluttering your lashes. Katsuki groaned and began to walk away, “Fine, whatever, just keep up. I won’t hesitate to leave you behind!” He growled and threatened, but even he knew deep down he was bluffing. He wouldn’t do that. Not to you.

You followed him happily, continuing to talk about whatever would come across your mind.

He found himself enjoying your company. And you enjoyed his. The two of you arrived at his dorm room and stopped at his door.

“This is where we part!” You smiled and held your own bag close to you. Bakugo grunted in response and you lulled your head to the side, honeyed grin beaming. “Bye Bakugo!”

…

It was silent for a moment.

“Katsuki.” He broke the silence, looking away.

“Huh?” You raised a brow.

“Katsuki.” He repeated, covering his face with one hand.

…

Oh! He wants you to call him by his first name!

“Ohhh! Bye, Katsuki!” You repeated and Katsuki felt as if his stomach flipped.

You waved and walked away, leaving him with just his thoughts. His heart pounded and he brought a hand to his face, groaning and resting his forehead against the frontdoor of his dorm.

The way his name rolled off your tongue. Katsuki wanted to hear it again. Over and over until you lost your voice.

You were sweet like candy, and Katsuki was not. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to you. These feelings were all so new to Katsuki, he was always so focused on his personal goals. But you seemed to challenge him without even saying a word to him. He’s caught you looking before.

In rare moments, when the room around him feels calmer and Katsuki looks up from what he’s doing, his crimson eyes will meet yours. You both look away so quickly, and Katsuki swears his whole body is on fire, spreading through his spine and creeping up his neck.

This feeling in his chest and stomach had been building up for nearly three years. What was he gonna do?

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Also Iida do sex or wateva

First time, sorta?

Pro Hero!Tenya Iida x Fem!Reader

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☆ Sypnosis → You and your boyfriend have sex for the first time! ☆ Content Warning → bf!tenya iida x fem!reader, reader and tenya are not virgins (but both haven't really had "good sex" before they got together, missionary, p in v sex, probably ooc iida but i tried! little bit of praising, iida has never felt this way before, aftercare, fluff! No use of (Y/N)

You and Tenya's relationship was perfect. Almost. There's never a moment where either of you ever doubt your relationship. You truly couldn't ask for anything more, he was understanding, respectful, and super sexy. You had a history of dating douchebags, but Tenya -- he showed you love can be soft, warm, and tranquil. Tenya never pushed you to do anything you didn't want to do, including sex. That didn't mean you didn't want to fuck him at all however. So, tonight was the night.

And that's how you ended up underneath him, hand on his chest over his heart as he lined himself up with you. Tenya was nervous, that much was obvious. A bead of sweat was dripping down his forehead, and he wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Okay, that's a lie. Tenya's done this before. Maybe not with you, but he had experience! But that was with other people. And now this time, it's with you. And he really wants this to be perfect. Tenya cares about what you think, so much that it shakes him to the core. Your eyes met his and you gave him a small smile of sympathy. He felt his heart thump in his chest, and you felt it with your hand. "Let me help you?" You suggested in his ear. "...yes please." You reached between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his pretty cock gently. Tenya breathed in sharply; he was so hard it hurt. You guided his cock forward, legs spreading further apart to rub his tip against your pussy. You sighed with content, kissing his neck once he began to shallowly jerk his hips. "Yes, just like that-" You huffed out, which caused Tenya's cheeks to burn red. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaning back a bit to look between you two. Tenya swore he could feel his heart in his throat, watching his pink tip glide between your folds with ease. It was delicious, the bumping against your sensitive clit and catching on the ring of your cunt every other thrust, causing you to squirm and moan. This was great. And he wanted to smack himself on the back of the head, because the thought of being buried inside of you infiltrated his mind. "Can I?" He asked, once hand on your waist, other stroking his cock as he lined it up with your pussy once again. "Please." You beseeched, hand running over his abs and fingers brushing his happy trail. Tenya nodded and smiled briefly, before returning to the task at hand. He pushed into you, probably a bit too hard, eyes widening as you let out a sharp moan that he mistook for a wail. "Oh my god - are you okay?!" He was about to pull out, but your legs locked around his waist, trapping him.

"I'm fine!" You laughed as you assured him, "It feels so good, Tenya." His cheeks burned brighter- if that was even possible. "C'mon baby, start moving." Tenya's pupils dilated and he nodded, pulling his hips back, leaving just the tip in, before snapping them forward. You let out a choked moan, your head falling back slowly as he kept a steady pace. With each drag of his hips, he pulled moans out of you one after the other, leaving your cheeks feeling fuzzy and hot. "Yes, don't stop!" You gasped out, walls clenching around his cock as he picked up the pace - pink tip brushing against your cervix. "Is that good?" He groaned; feeling your walls constrict him. Tenya's body encaged you, your face buried into one of his biceps. "Yes, so good--" You gasped softly, licking your bottom lip. His forehead met yours, your noses brushing. Tenya smiled at you through his soft pants and groans, and you smiled back before catching his lips in a kiss. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, not waiting for permission before shoving it in your mouth, gliding over your own. As his tip brushed against that yummy spot, you let out a deep moan - which he swallowed completely, so it just came out as a muffled groan. Tenya could feel the way your pussy fluttered around him every time he bumped and rubbed your g-spot, causing the knot in his stomach to tighten, spreading to his cock. His nose scrunched and he let out a groan, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "Tenya- I'm gonna-!" Your eyes shot open as that coil in your tummy snapped, your pussy clenching around his cock as your legs began to shake. "Yes, come for me-" Tenya breathed you in, kissing your neck, careful not to leave a mark. He continued thrusting into you, helping you ride your orgasm out. It wasn't long before he was reaching his climax, placing a hand on the headboard and grinding harder, muscles flexing and tensing as he shot his load into the condom. He sighed softly as he pulled out, looking down at you with soft eyes. "Was that...?"

"Perfect? Yeah." You smiled at him, skin glowing from your climax. He smiled back, cupping your cheek and kissing you. Moments like these reminded you exactly why you loved him.

☆ Author's Note → Hey babes, I've been slacking or whatever on my blog. But I have a ton of fics I've been working on and preparing to post, so stay tuned. Anyway, feel free to send requests, love receiving your feedback and hearing from you guys! Happy Pride and Juneteenth! <3

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Clouded Confessions

CollegeAU!Hawks x Fem!Reader

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☆ Synopsis → You and Keigo are close friends in college, however, you both hold feelings for each other that you don't dare to act on. One night, you two end up hotboxing his car and find yourselves exploring your feelings.

☆ Content Warning → Weed, oral both male and female receiving, college AU, virgin!Keigo, virgin!reader, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex (PLEASE USE CONDOMS!!) but Keigo pulls out! (don’t take after Keigo folks!)

You and Keigo were close friends in college. It all happened so fast, he saw you and immediately labeled you as a friend. After a couple hangouts, you two became close and inseparable despite your differences. Keigo was athletic but reserved, and you were creative and free-spirited. He admired you, he truly did. So much, that he found himself catching feelings for you, even though he swore off relationships. If you ever gave him the chance, he’d give it all up for you.

Every Friday night, he pulls into the girls’ dormitory parking lot. Everyone else was asleep or studying. You, however, sat outside waiting for him. He’d get out of his car and the two of you would get into the backseat, pulling out his weed stash. Keigo was talking about how one of the more popular girls was interested in him. “She kept insisting on me taking her out. She’s not even my type if I’m being honest.” He sighed and swept his hand through his hair as you rolled the blunt.

You chuckled, “Really? There’s no way she isn’t your type! Short, fit, athletic, charismatic, were you hit on the head??” Keigo smiled and shook his head, leaning back in the seat. “That’s what they all say.” He stifled a deep laugh, watching as your fingers held the blunt between your fingers with extra tenderness. "She's pretty, and I'm sure she can find a nice guy who can give her what she wants." He leans forward, resting his arms on the car seat in front of him. "Just not me. She caught feelings way too quick, and it was a turn-off." He shrugs his shoulders as if unbothered. You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Can you blame her? Love does weird things to us all.”

Keigo smirked as you finished rolling the joint. "Love sucks." He leaned back on the backseat, sighing. "People get attached way too quickly, it's like a damn disease." He turns his gaze to you, his expression almost bored. "Don't you think so?"

"I can't say I entirely agree, but I can understand your point of view. I believe that love will come to me one day on its own, and that you're not supposed to actively search for it." You explained. Keigo raised an eyebrow. "Come at you on its own?" He chuckled, as if amused by the idea. "That's a naive view. Don't you think you'll have to go out there and find someone?"

He took the joint you offered, lit and puffed some smoke out. "I know it's silly. But with a world full of players and womanizers, am I really so wrong to believe so?" You asked with curiosity, leaning your head back and looking at him with a big smile. Keigo puffed another smoke of the joint before handing it to you. He smirked.

"You've got a point there. I'll give you that. But is it safe to wait for love to find you?" He leaned closer, locking eyes. "What if it never does?"

"If that happens, then I suppose I wasn't made to be loved." You said softly, taking the joint and taking a long drag. Keigo fell silent for a while, as if pondering your words. He let out another puff, the smoke swirling around him as he spoke. "That's a pretty depressing notion, you know?" He gave you a small smirk, but it was almost sympathetic. "But you're not wrong. Some people just aren't meant to find love." It was silent for a moment. The atmosphere was cozy, your cheeks felt fuzzy. Keigo felt it too, the way the tension left his body and the two of you had big grins stamped on your faces. You broke the silence, "Do you think you're one of those people, Keigo?"

No, he didn’t think he was, deep down. He knew what he needed in his life, and it was you. It had always been you. Keigo had a few short relationships in the past, but none of them were you. You had this way of viewing the world that was uniquely you. Every time you spoke, you never failed to amaze Keigo, which is what he loved about you. You never bored him. You payed attention to small details about him, and knew him like the back of your hand.

Keigo took a moment before he responded. He puffed another blow of smoke and passed the joint to you. "Sometimes, yeah." His gaze shifted to the side, lost in thought. "I've met a lot of girls in my life, but none of them felt right." He shrugged, trying to look casual, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the hint of vulnerability in his tone.

Thump, thump, thump, thump. He felt his heartbeat, he swore he could hear it too. As the joint went back and forth between you, the atmosphere in the car remained comfortable and familiar. Keigo's mind wandered, as it often did with you. He had been harboring feelings for you for the longest time but never found the courage to express them. He valued your friendship too much to ruin it. He thought you wouldn't see him as more than a friend.

You eventually decided to move the conversation to a more playful topic again, turning to him with a big, dopey smile, "What is your type then? I still don't believe that chick wasn't your type!". Keigo's heart skipped a beat the moment you turned and smiled at him, just from that gesture. He swallowed, trying to regain composure. "Well, if you must know." He smirked nonchalantly. "I don't really have a specific type." He avoided your gaze. The truth was you were his type. Keigo was afraid to say it out loud, afraid of how it would change things between you.

"Really? That's not fair! I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." You purred and exhaled smoke, watching it swirl around the car and collect against the ceiling. Keigo took another puff from the joint, his lips wrapping around it tightly. He tried to keep his gaze cool, his smirk in place, but he was finding it harder to maintain his relaxed demeanor. "Fine, fine." He chuckled softly, playing along with your little game. "You first." You let out a string of giggles, the weed slowly spreading through your system as the car seemed to spin and make your skin hot. "I like guys who are funny and thoughtful, who listen to me." Keigo smirked as you started giggling, amused by the effect the weed had on you. "That's all? Just funny and thoughtful?" He took back the joint for another puff. "There's got to be something else."

"Looks aren't everything for me!" You giggled and snatched the joint from him, taking another hit. "I guess I also like a guy who's confident, but not so much that's he's a jerk. I do have a thing for built guys..." You purred mischievously. Keigo chuckled at your description. "Confidence, huh? Built guys? I thought you were looking for something more… unique. You've just described every jock on campus, you know."

He reached for the joint, his fingertips brushing against yours for a moment as he took it from you. "Okay, but none of the jocks on campus are friendly or thoughtful. They just want to bang and call it a night. I don't need that mess in my life." You said, lulling your head to the side. Keigo nodded in agreement. "Can't argue with that. They're a bunch of morons."

He took another puff and exhaled the smoke, watching it disappear in the air. "So, you're looking for a special kind of guy. Thoughtful, friendly, confident, not a jerk and fit. Sounds like a pretty high standard to me." The truth was the description sounded a lot like him. You smiled again and looked out the window, "High standard??"

Keigo puffed another smoke and chuckled faintly. "Yeah, high standard. That's not an easy list to check off, you know?" He leaned back, the corner of his lips tugging into a knowing smirk. "I don't think you'll find many guys like that." He knew he checked every box on the list, but he kept that fact to himself. "Then I guess it wasn't meant to be." You said, turning to him, "Now your turn! What's your type Keigo~?" Keigo's smirk deepened as you turned to him, his gaze locked with yours. He feigned nonchalance, taking another puff from the joint.

"My type, huh?" He fell silent, pretending to think, as if he didn't already know the answer. "Hmm, I guess I like girls who are sweet but a little bit feisty, someone who can keep me on my toes…" He took one last blow of smoke. "Someone like you."

You felt your throat go dry, suddenly hyper aware of your cottonmouth. His words echoed through your body and made your heart pound. You could hear it, or was it his?

Thump, thump, thump, thump. His words made your cheeks feel hot, or was it the weed? You looked away and out the window, avoiding his gaze as you brushed your hair out of your face. “Someone like me...?” Keigo watched you closely, noticing the way your cheeks flush and the subtle shift in your expression. It was an undeniable reaction, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "Yeah, like you."

With the effect of the cannabis in full swing, the atmosphere in the car felt incredibly intimate. Words hung unspoken in the air, but the connection between you and Keigo was palpable.

His gaze remained on yours, the intensity of his eyes making his longing even more apparent. The silence was heavy, filled only with the faint sound of breathing and the slight hum of the engine. As the moments passed, Keigo's gaze never wavered from yours. The silence was pregnant with the weight of unspoken desires, the tension crackling between you both. He shifted slightly, his body inching closer to yours, his arm brushing against yours. The touch sent a jolt through him, his heart beating even faster in anticipation.

In a matter of seconds, lips clashed together. But this dance wasn’t messy or uncoordinated. It was tender, and full of sugary passion. For Keigo, that kiss was like finding a piece of himself he didn't realize he was missing. His hand reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek, as if trying to memorize the feel of your skin under his touch. He deepened the kiss, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

The next few moments, you both sat with your foreheads pressed against each other, hand in hand as you passed around what remained of the blunt. You both shared few words, mainly containing of questions and soft giggles that echoed through the car. The air in the car was thick with the remnants of the smoke and the lingering intensity of the kiss. Keigo's hand remained tightly clutching yours, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand.

The silence was comfortable, broken only by the occasional question or the soft sound of laughter that escaped from both of you. Finally, Keigo broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?" His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. You simply hummed in response, ashing out the last bit of the blunt.

“Are you hungry?”

You and Keigo strolled down the aisles of the gas station, their conversation and laughter filling the otherwise empty space. Keigo kept sneaking glances at you, his heart fluttering with every laugh that escaped her lips. As they picked out chips, candy, and drinks, the atmosphere remained playful and lighthearted.

Giggles followed them wherever they went, and both found it a bit challenging to stand up straight. Eventually, they made it to the car again and drove back to her dorm building.

The backseat of the car became a makeshift picnic ground as they sat together, surrounded by empty wrappers and scattered remnants of their midnight snacks.

The conversation was easy, flowing naturally from one topic to the next. Keigo's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression almost tender as he took in each and every one of your features. "Keigo, stop staring at me..." You mumbled with embarrassment, looking away as your cheeks heated up. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward and caught your lips in a kiss. "Can't help myself-" Keigo said between kisses, but his words were shortly swallowed by you. He pretty much sucked the air out of your lungs, and there was no escape as you both moaned against each other's tongues. "Tell me to stop," He huffed again, but you didn't. "Don't stop...please," And once those sweet words slipped past your lips, Keigo knew there was no holding himself back. Not now. You two quickly became a mess of sloppy kisses and roaming hands, his rough palms sneaking under your shirt and running over your hot, soft skin. The blonde pulled you into his lap, your knees resting on either sides of his thighs, earning a surprised gasp from you. You encased him in your arms, forearms folding behind his head as his hands moved to your hips. Keigo guided you to move back and forth, breaking the kiss to move to your neck. Your stomach flipped when you felt his bulge poking at you. You slid between his legs and sat in the floor, helping him eagerly pull the waistband of his pants down. The sound of his breathing grew heavier as your hands moved to pull his waistband down. His gaze was fixed on you, his eyes darkened with intense desire. His head rolled back as your touch sent waves of pleasure through him. He threaded his fingers through your hair, gently keeping your head in place as you took him into your mouth.

His breathing grew deeper, and his moans filled the car, his eyes closed, and his lips parted as he lost himself in the pleasure. His thoughts swirled around him, his heart pounding as he grunted. You took him with ease, closing your eyes as his cock slid in and out of your mouth. His guidance on your head went from slow to fast in a matter of seconds, moans slipping past his lips like a virgin. Because he was a virgin. This feeling was entirely new, he found it increasingly hard not to cum in your pretty little mouth right now. His balls tightened as you hollowed your cheeks and fluttered your eyes shut. He clenched his jaw and bit back another moan, before pulling you up. "Is something-" You tried to ask but interrupted yourself with a gasp as he swapped places with you, sitting in the floor and pulling down your pants. "Just let me take care of you," His voice interrupted yours, slipping your pants off your ankles and he took in your cute panties. Keigo bit back a groan as he saw the damp spot, and his hand moved to run a thumb over the spot. Your hips twitched in response, the weed making you hyperaware of the sensations you were feeling. "K-Keigo.."

He tutted you playfully before pulling the crotch of your underwear to the side, spreading your thighs further to keep you from closing them. Keigo slid a finger between your folds and brushed your clit a few times till he was satisfied by the noises you were making, fingers dipping into your aching hole only slightly. You were a mess, covering your mouth to keep your moans suppressed. He found it endearing.

Keigo leaned forward and pressing his lips against your pussy. His tongue darted out to press soft licks against your clit as he sunk his fingers into your cunt. You let out a gasp, arching your back against his face and hand. "Keigo!" It wasn't long before he began to sink his fingers in and out of you, your slick dripping down onto your ass and onto his car seat. He didn't care. He'd worry about that later, right now he was lost in the moment with you. Keigo ate like a starved man, his fingers brushing that spot inside your gummy walls that made you squeal. He was relentless. One hand on your right thigh, keeping your legs spread. The other hand pressing two digits inside of you, while his mouth sucked and licked on your slit. Keigo groaned, his leaking tip brushing against the seat, the friction overstimulating and overwhelming. "I'm gonna-" "Do it... Right here baby. Finish for me?" He practically begged, pressing hot, wet kisses to your clit. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, the coil in your tummy on the verge of bursting any second now. "Yes, yes! Don't- Don't stop!" A string of moans dripped from you lips as your hips bucked against his face. Your walls pulsed and constricted around his fingers, before you finally hit your high. Keigo kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, before your moans turned into whines. He huffed and pulled back, wiping his mouth and spreading your pussy. Keigo sat up and you moved to the side as much as you could. He sat down and pulled you back into his lap, taking both your shirts off. He pressed wet kisses to your bare chest, hands guiding your wet slit against his dick. Keigo mumbled nonsense against your chest, sucking hickeys against the soft, impressionable flesh. Begging you to let him put it in, telling you how bad he needs it, everything that ran through his scrambled mind. He was utterly pussywhipped when it came to you. Only you.

Keigo let out a soft groan as his tip caught against your virgin hole. He didn't hold back, pulling you down against him and biting into your shoulder as his dick sunk deeper and deeper into you. You gasped and dug your nails into his shoulders, burying your face into his neck as you grunted in pain. "It's so good baby, so fucking good..." He rubbed the back of your head to soothe you as he stilled his hips, pressing reassuring kisses to your neck. Keigo slowly rocked his hips but kept his guard up just in case you wanted to stop.

Your whines of pain slowly turned into small moans as your pussy relaxed around his cock. His hands moved to your hips and helped you bounce on his dick. Keigo felt like he was going to cum any moment, letting out deep moans as he took over, thrusting into you deeply. You clenched around his cock, letting out a sharp gasp as you came again. Keigo's breath hitched, and he pulled out, shooting his seed onto your tummy. The two of you panted and he grabbed his shirt, gently wiping at the mess on your stomach tenderly. Your hips wobbled and he helped settle you beside him. The two of you shared a grin and you shove his shoulder playfully.

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Sweet Nothings

Obsessed!Dabi x Fem!Reader

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☆ Sypnosis → After watching you most nights at a club, Dabi finally finds the courage to talk to you.

☆ Content Warning → Rough sex, choking, oral both male and female receiving, fingering, spit, slight spanking, breeding, cream pie, unprotected sex, nipple play, hair pulling, cursing, smoking, throat fucking, slight implications of stalking, mentions of drinking and implications of other drugs, slight intoxication for both Dabi + Reader, user was a former drop out of UA.

It was a regular Saturday night in the city, almost everybody in their twenties were out partying. And you were one of those people. You wore a cropped band tee with some old band that was probably canceled but you couldn’t keep up with all the canceled bands at this point. To go with your cropped tee, you wore a black mini skirt that hugged your ass, fishnets, and black heels. Your hair was styled, and you wore your makeup how you normally did, just with a bit more pazazz. Not that it mattered what you looked like, everyone was way too high, drunk, or blown out of their minds to focus on you.

You entered the club, music blaring throughout the building. You were here alone, your friend backed out last minute due to some drama with her boyfriend, which sucked ultimately but she swore she loved him. Little did you know, someone was watching you from the second floor of the club, holding a drink in his hand.

He knew you were going to be here, you never failed to show up here. Every Saturday night. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about you, but he found himself drawn in. The way you immediately clicked with anyone around you, dancing and throwing back shots like it was nothing. Your image plagued his mind for months. And tonight, he would finally introduce himself to you.

You finally tire yourself out, resting against a wall out in the alley behind the club. Music can be heard faintly from inside. You scroll through your phone as you hold a cigarette between your fingers. You scoffed as you scrolled past posts of people your age already being pro heroes. You dropped out of the hero course early; it was such bullshit.

You shook your head and took a drag from your cigarette before hearing the backdoor the club open and shut. You looked over and saw a tall guy around 5’9 with spiky white hair and icy blue eyes. Parts of his body were patched and stapled which caught your eyes.

“Got a smoke?” He asked, approaching you. You nodded, “Yeah.”, you handed him your cigarette and he leaned against the wall across from you.

“Name’s Dabi, you?” He asked, voice deep and raspy. You turned off your phone and put it in your bag, looking up. “(Y/N).” You answered, scratching the bridge of your nose.

He grinned at the sound of your name rolling off your tongue. “(Y/N).” He repeated, “Pretty name.”

You nodded as he took a drag of your cigarette, feeling your cheeks flush slightly. He was a handsome man. A stranger, but something about him made you break your own boundaries. “Wanna get outta here?” You blurted out, covering your mouth as the words seemed to claw its way out of your mouth. “Sorry I’ve been drinking-” You scrambled to excuse yourself but was interrupted by the rasp of his voice.

“Sure.” He tossed the cigarette down and stepped on it. You blinked in surprise, before replacing it with an embarrassed smile. Before you knew it, you were at some cheap hotel, nothing too fancy, nothing too gross.

There was a bathroom beside the entrance, and his bedding was white. There was a single bag in the corner of the room and not much else. Just a normal hotel room. It smelled of cigarette and cologne. The truth was, Dabi was hiding out here for a while due to some trouble he found himself in after joining The League in a mission. Though he wouldn’t tell you that, not when he just got you where he wanted you.

You smiled softly, looking at your watch. “I would’ve offered to go to my place, but my roommate locks the door around 12, and it’s way past that.” You’d laugh and he smiled back briefly. You walked around the room, heels clicking against the wood floor as you analyzed the room.

“So, are you going to murder me?” You joked, stepping towards him. “Nah, don’t think so.” He chuckles lightly, stepping towards you. “Just making sure.”

You both stand in front of each other, and you look at him through your lashes.

You weren’t sure if it was the liquor, but you felt very bold. Who the hell was this guy, and why did you feel so drawn towards him? You just met him.

While in your thoughts, Dabi closed the space between you two, connecting his lips with yours.

You gasped, which was quickly swallowed by him, as his tongue invaded your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut and you hooked your arms around his neck as the two of you made out. He pulled you with him as he sat on the edge of his bed and you sat on your knees in the floor. Your hands trailed from his knees to his belt, struggling to unbuckle it. Dabi helped you, unzipping his jeans and freeing his heavy, weeping member that curved upwards. It was oddly gorgeous; some would say there was no way it was real. (In a good way of course.)

You licked your lips before mentally preparing yourself, taking his cock in your hand and pressing kisses from the base to the tip. Dabi sucked in air through his teeth, watching you with amusement. You stuck your tongue out, licking the tip before letting saliva drip onto his cock to lubricate it. He became impatient, guiding your head to his cock and you complied, opening your mouth and slowly taking half of his cock in your mouth. You were almost sure you couldn’t fit this whole thing in your mouth. His head fell back, longing for more. You closed your eyes, taking what you couldn’t reach into your hand and pumping it as you swirled your tongue around his cock. Dabi grunted, barely audible over his raspy breathing. Before you could continue, he gripped your hair, thrusting into your mouth. You let out a muffled yelp as he held you there, grinned down at you. You furrowed your brows at him, slightly ticked he didn’t give you any warning.

Dabi’s gaze bore into yours, his eyes heavy lidded as he thrusted deeper into your mouth. His movements became rougher, more erratic, as the pleasure built up inside him ready to erupt like a volcano. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you — the sight of your plump glossy lips stretched around his cock, your eyes glistening as they watered, but never leaving his, drove him wild. The soft sound of you gagging only served to heighten his arousal as he snapped his hips forward repeatedly into your mouth. “Look at you, takin’ it so well.” He huffed out, punctuating his sentence with another thrust, burying his cock in your throat before continuing his abuse. “So… fuckin’ perfect.”

He focused on the feeling of your warm throat constricting around him each time he hit back. The taste of your lipgloss still lingering on his tongue and lips, a sweetness he would eventually find himself addicted to. Dabi let out a ragged breath, his cock pulsing as he felt himself nearing the edge of his climax, his heart beating like a drum. He wondered if you felt it too — the intensity of his need, the depth of his obsession. You watched his face with dazed eyes, cheeks red and lips sore, long lashes kissing your cheeks each time you slowly blinked. Feeling yourself slowly succumb to complete submission for him. Just for him. He pulled out, letting you catch a break, holding his cock to your cheek. You hummed, sticking your tongue out as he slapped it against it gently. “Such a fucking whore, huh?” He asked, not waiting for an answer, guiding your head back to his cock.

You comply, wrapping your lips around once more, his fingers entangling into your hair, wasting no time taking the lead and forcing you to take every inch. He grinned sadistically, enjoying the way your nails dug into his knees, clinging on for dear life. Tears fell down your cheek as his cock nestled itself deeper before finally shooting sticky, warm strings of his cum into your mouth.

He held you there, “Swallow.”, he commanded as he threw his head back, the tip hitting the back of your throat. He finally let go, as you coughed, saliva and fluids stringing from your lips to his cock. He gently took your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. “Good girl.” He praised you, before pulling you up to him, connecting your lips once more. The sight of your dazed state drove him crazy, strands of your hair disturbed, your mascara and eyeliner streaming down your cheeks, your lipgloss smeared.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, thumb gently rubbing your cheek. “I liked it.” You spoke softly, jolting as you felt his member poking at your inner thigh, as if it was reminding you it was still there.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly into a pearly grin, “Good,” The grip he had on your sides tightened.

He was pleased — no, thrilled — to hear your words. It was a heading feeling knowing he had such an effect on you. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the faint scent of Victoria’s Secret perfume lingering around you, a scent that seemed to follow you everywhere. It drove him wild. “Because I plan on doing it to you, again, and again, and again, until you can’t take it anymore.” His lips brushed against your neck, before pulling off your cropped band tee that hung off your shoulders, revealing the black bra that encased your breasts. Rough hands snaked up your sides, earning a shiver from you. His grin turned into a full-blown smirk. He loved teasing you, loved seeing your reactions — it was like playing a finely tuned instrument.

His fingers continued to explore, drawing lazy circles along your skin, before dipping lower to tease the hem of your mini skirt. He was trying to be patient, to savor every moment, but his need for you was becoming overwhelming. “Do you want more?”

He knew you did, could see it in the way your pupils dilated and the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. But he needed to hear you say it. Needed the validation that he wasn’t alone in this twisted dance you both were caught up in. His free hand came up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back slightly to expose your neck — another spot he longed to taste and claim.

“Tell me.” He urged as he tugged your hair. “I do.” You let out a choked gasp, glossy eyes never leaving his. Dabi wanted to grin, but instead, he kept his expression carefully controlled - a mask of calm indifference. Inside, however, he was a maelstrom of emotions: desire, need, and possession. You moaned softly as he pressed his lips against the pulse point of your neck, gently nipping at the skin and sucking harshly. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning into his touch, feeling butterflies cause a riot in your stomach. Dabi pulled back, eyes meeting with yours. There was a hunger there, a desperation that he couldn't hide — not from you. He knew you saw it, knew you felt it too. He hands trailed up your sides and pulled off your bra, consuming your gasp as his lips met yours. His hand gently took your breast, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip. You whined in his mouth as he pinched and pulled on your nipple gently, grinding your hips against his member. He groans in response, annoyed by the cloth barrier separating you two. Dabi slipped his leather jacket off, then his black t-shirt, revealing his pale skin illuminated by the moonlight, revealing more of his toned body and patched skin.

At the sound of your moans, Dabi’s eyes closed in bliss, his own arousal growing with each passing second. He slowly pumped himself as he pleasured you, not faltering once in keeping up. He loved hearing you like this, losing control under your touch. He continued his assault on your sensitive flesh. You clenched around nothing, feeling your lower regions pulse as you grew closer to cumming, threatening to release any moment now. He watched your face carefully, blue gaze predatory, enjoying the way your cheeks flushed, and your lips parted in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m gonna cum...” You gasped, arching your back and bucking your hips against his tongue. And with that, he pushed you over the edge, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Fuck! Ngh~!” You entangled your fingers into his hair, riding out your high. As you came down from your climax, he pulls away, licking his lips clean with a satisfied grin. Without a word or a struggle, he flipped you over so that your head was buried into the sheets, one hand holding you by the back of your neck, the other pushing down on the center of your spine so your back arched. You let out a yelp in surprise, the hand on your spine moving to your ass and groping the soft flesh. His dick rubbed between your inner thighs, yearning for more. Dabi slapped and groped your ass roughly, leaving an imprint. You yelped once more, feeling yourself clench around nothing. He pulled your soaked thong to the side once again, swallowing thickly, thinking of it engulfing his cock whole. He gently stroked your folds, once, twice, before plunging two digits into your cunt. You gasped out, his hand still firm against the back of your neck as his long fingers sunk in and out of your pussy, teasing you mercilessly as he listened to your moans and gasps. Beautiful sounds that replayed in his mind like a symphony he wanted to hear over and over again. “Dabi…” You softly pleaded, fingers gripping his bedsheets, stained with your makeup. He curled his fingers, pumping them at an even pace.

“You’re so wet.” He huffed out with a grin; he added another digit curling his three fingers upwards. You clenched your teeth at the stretch, your pussy dripping with your own fluids.

“Dabi please…” You whine out as his fingers stroked at that one spot. You let out a moan, your grip on his sheets tightening. “Please what?” He inquired, stroking the spot again.

“I want you–” You whined, “Inside of me. Please.” He bit back a groan as he imagined filling you up, his cock twitching at your words. Hearing you beg sent a wave of heat through Dabi’s body.

He removed his fingers with a wet pop, using his coated fingers to pump his cock. Dabi placed one hand on your hip, the other on your ass as he rubbed his cock between your folds, brushing against your clit. You bit your lip, “Please?”

Dabi’s tip bullied its way inside of you, sinking in inch by agonizing inch, watching your face as you winced in pain, biting back a yelp. He wasted no time, pushing further until he was seated fully inside of you. His desire for you bordering on painful, his heart pounding in his chest. As for you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to focus on the searing pain in your lower regions. He was so deep. And the more you thought about it; you felt your stomach flip with anticipation.

As much as he wanted to start railing you, he tried to be patient. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered intoxicating kisses on your flushed, sweaty skin.

Dabi began to rock his hips, biting back his own groans as he held you in place.

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek as you whined in pain.

He hushed you softly, hooking his thumb in your mouth.

“So good… so so good..” He exhaled shakily, picking up his pace.

Your whines turned into gasps and choked moans as he snapped his hips back and forth, the noises echoing through the room causing your cheeks to redden.

He kept his thumb in place, keeping your mouth open before spitting. You swallowed and gasped as his hand moved to wrap around your throat.

He was pushing you into the mattress, veins in his arm prominent as he tightened his grip.

“Gonna cum inside of you, yeah?” He groaned, picking up his pace.

With each thrust, your walls stretched, and his tip brushed that spot that drove you crazy. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His deep groans turned into choked moans as he drilled himself impossibly deeper. His grip on your throat released as you came, your walls constricting him even more, moans spilling out of your mouth. His eyes widened as you clenched around him, “Fucking tease...” He moaned, flipping you so you were on your stomach. He pushed your head into the mattress, placing one foot on the mattress as he pounded into you.

He chuckled darkly, leaning so he was flush against your back. “Gonna baby-trap you…” He purred evilly, pulling your hair back.

You were so fucked out of your mind, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your pussy clenching around his cock.

“G-gonna… cum…” You whined out, tummy fluttering with each nasty threat he blabbered out.

“Do it baby, cum all over this dick.” He groaned, sitting up straight.

His thrusts were sloppier and slower, but still rough. Dabi groped your ass and spread it to watch himself disappear and reappear in your soaked pussy, watching your thighs tremble as you came again. A long string of moans escaped your lips, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes. He bit his lip and slapped your ass, watching the fat jiggle before tilting his head back. His breath hitched, “F-fuck… Gonna fill this pretty pussy…” He moaned out before picking up his pace.

“Please…” You asked, and how could he deny you? Especially when you asked oh so nicely…

Dabi bit into his lip before shooting strings of seed into your pussy. He let out a deep guttural groan, placing a hand on your back as he caught his breath. He grunted as he pulled out and watched the milky white seed spill from your raw and sensitive lips, using a thumb to spread your pussy open. Dabi bit back a moan, before lying beside you, admiring you in your afterglow.

You rolled to your side and grinned at him as he pulled you to him, pressing kisses to your lips. This certainly wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t ever let you go now.