#Present mic smut

[actuallysaiyan]

my hand slipped present mic + You’re so cute when you're pussydrunk.” + “so pretty taking me”

warnings: unprotected sex, alcohol, teasing, dirty talk, Present Mic being vocal thank you for your hand slipping

It didn’t take much for you two to end up back at his place after a few drinks at the bar. You and Mic had been friends for a long time, and you probably had a crush on him for just as long. When he suggested getting some beers after work, you couldn’t say no.

One beer turns into three, and then the two of you are on stage for the karaoke contest you didn’t even know was happening. And of course with the Voice Hero as your duet partner, the two of you rocked it. The night was like a dream come true. You two even dance together, leaving you feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

Now that you two were in his apartment, you were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol just a bit more. You sit closer to him, touching him a bit more. His cheeks are pink now, and you wonder if it’s because of the booze or because you’re flustering him.

“Heyyy, you did so well with the karaoke tonight!” He looks at the little trophy they presented to both of you.

You nudged him softly, “Couldn’t have done it with my partner.”

He shrugs, “I don’t know! You have a great singing voice!”

Then you look at him and your eyes lock. He’s looking at you from the top of his glasses. You always found his eyes so alluring. This bright green color that you could lose yourself in for hours on end.

“What is it? Something on my face?” he asks, his words just a little slurred.

This is when you gain a little courage and grab him by the lapels of his jacket and pull him into a deep kiss. Hizashi moans softly, clearly surprised but not mad at all that you kissed him.

Everything that happens after this is a blur of you two kissing, tearing off each other’s clothes and then you climbing on top of him and teasing both of you by allowing his cock to slip between your folds.

“Fuuuuckk! Do you know how good this feels?!” Hizashi can barely keep his voice down. He’s thankful for living alone for the first time in a long time.

You’re panting as you continue to grind against him. The fat head of his cock keeps catching on your clit, making you shudder.

Both of you are already so aroused, panting and whining at the stimulation. You never knew that you could render Present Mic into just a moaning mess. He can barely form words as his cock slips between your folds over and over. You giggle and he looks at you with such a lustful gaze.

“You’re so cute when you’re pussydrunk,” you tease, giggling as you let the tip of his cock prod your hole.

Hizashi gasps when you slowly begin sinking down on his length. He watches as your eyes roll back the minute he bottoms out. He clings to you; his painted nails leaving crescent moon indentations in your skin. You take a second to adjust to the stretch before you begin bouncing up and down on his cock. He’s moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck I knew you’d feel good but I mean…haaaah fuck right there, yes yes good girl!” He babbles on, his voice loud and full of lust.

You lean in and kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue. Then when you pull away for air, Hizashi is smirking up at you.

“Look at you…so pretty taking me like this.”

His green eyes are hazy with his true feelings for you. His hands are on your hips, guiding you to ride him even just a little faster and deeper. Present Mic knows he could easily get addicted to this type of feeling, and he’s not about to let you go anytime soon.

dividers by: @adornedwithlight

Send me a prompt and character and I'll write you a short Drabble!

[fatkish]

Erasermic x Male Reader NSFW

Ahh! I can’t stop thinking of Aizawa and Hizashi every time I hear this song. I mean, imagine being their boy toy. Using their cute little boy toy to make themselves feel good. They’ll make out right in front of you. Hizashi sucking you off and eating you out. Aizawa and Hizashi cumming on your face.

Thinking of Aizawa filling you up with his and Hizashi’s cum only to put a plug inside you to keep it all in. Imagine one of them sitting on your face as you eat them out, while the other is bouncing himself on your cock. Purposefully clenching his ass just to add that extra sensation.

While one of them is f~~~ing you, the other grabs your hair and forces his cock down your throat. Drool is slipping out from the corner of your mouth as your eyes roll back from the relentless attack on your prostate by the other. They’re both groaning and telling you how good you’re making them feel and how tight you are.

Aizawa grabs your cock while he’s thrusting into you. He squeezes it, giving it a few good pumps and just edging you as you claw at Hizashi’s hips, his dick deep in your throat keeping you quiet.

[blondieeu]

BLONDIEEU — my hero academia m.list

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

2 seconds

KEIGO “HAWKS” TAKAMI

under your spell

TODORKI SHOTO.

"Black wives are for grown folk."

DENKI KAMINARI.

dk drabble

yes, and?

anything

AIZAWA SHOUTA.

ass or tits?

london

persian rugs

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA.

scarlet

like you

luv This Shit

IZUKU MIDORIYA.

Blame

KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

magnolia

prom

early bird

Pyrimids

In My Room

(2) Missed Calls

One In A Million

Sleepy

Hold On

VARIOUS

Nightlight — in which your ex boyfriend really wants you back

blondieeu xx

[rivisions]

🎙️ little freak.

present mic x reader / hizashi yamada x reader.

smut/nsfw themes. 18+ content.

sub!reader, dom!hizashi, voice kink, size kink, hair pulled, fingering, classroom sex. also kinda fluff.

working an inspection week at UA high seemed like a fun trip, but you had an obvious hard time keeping yourself energized.

it was hard to stay focused, theres was always some sort of explosion going off, thanks to katsuki.

you mainly worked alongside the teachers rather than the students though. and one always managed to catch your eye as being peculiarly different.

“and that’s why, my dear listeners, this new class is so important! they’ll spark an uproar fo’ sho!”

hizashi was in his own element, in a room recording his very own podcast. you actually listened to it before even coming to UA to inspect, it was kind of cool to see a behind the scenes.

hizashi noticed you stopped in the hallway after he stopped recording.

“sorry my dear! didn’t mean to be that loud!”

he noticed your name tag, noticed that you were there yesterday, and somehow got .. scared of that?

“sorry! apologies! i promise these walls are firm! built to stand and last! nothing but the best or nothing to worry about!”

you laughed, he was quite the entertainer.

“it’s okay, don’t worry. i actually thought it was kinda cool, since i listened to your talk show stuff before i even came here for this week”.

his eyes lit up and he nearly jumped out his own skin.

“you do? i knew i had such a trusting and loving fanbase!”

you laughed at the floor as you pushed your hair behind your ear. he was giddy, but managed to act so focused on you.

he ran behind you and got so close to your neck you could feel his heavy breathing from jumping everywhere.

“i guess my fanbase is pretty loyal, huh?”

your eyes nearly popped out your skull.

you thought, “i didn’t know he was.. like this.” and you weren’t complaining.

“well, of course, mr. mic.”

“oh please,” he moved closer to your ear, “call me hizashi.”

he laughed and walked down the hallway to aizawa’s room, probably to interrupt and cause a scene.

you’d never seen that side of him though. you weren’t going to argue with it though.

• • •

you came back to UA the next day, not really focusing too much on what you were supposed to be doing and rather on where hizashi was.

“there you are! i’ve been super stoked to showing you around!”

you knew that energetic announcer voice anywhere, and it was coming from behind you.

you tried to turn around, but hizashi ran up to put his hands on your shoulders and reintroduce himself to you. like you could forget him.

“i’d really love to show you around! specifically the nicer parts of course, since that’s what i want you to see.”

he started walking with you, arm wrapped around your neck, almost begging for you to be closer. but that’s just his personality anyway.

“i actually kind of finished all my work inspection wise. i’m not sure why they send me out here for a full week when i can finish in a day.”

“oh! you’re here all week? well you just have to come and sit in one of my suuuuper totally awesome lectures then!”

“what are you teaching here anyway? mathematics? public speaking?”

“i’m almost offended! i’m an english professor can’t you tell!” he looked almost distraught.

you laughed it off, “apologies, it actually kind of makes sense now, teaching the new heroes proper grammar and all.”

he turned to you while you were still walking, “oh trust me dear listener, i know how to use my words very well, do you?” , he whispered. it sent shivers down your core.

before you could get an answer out, he thankfully cut you off.

“just messin’ with ya! making sure you’re looking alive throughout my tour!”

you smiled at each other for a moment, and you looked around the building for the next 25 minutes with a grin thanks to hizashi’s colorful commentary.

•••

you ended your tour with him back into his classroom, and he backed you into his desk, kind of without noticing. he’s nearly 6’2 in those boots. but it was kind of hot.

he took his directional speaker off, and you didn’t expect him to look so different without it. but you kind of were digging it.

“now, is there anything else i haven’t shown you?”

you eventually sat completely on his desk as he seemed to take control over you without even knowing it.

“well you haven’t exactly told me what you can do, present mic.”

he got closer to you, and tilted your chin up with his gloved hand.

“it’s hizashi, love. i promise i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”

your face got tomato red, and hizashi noticed, taking note of it and huffed.

“my linguistics seem to have an effect on you dear.”

you grinned. “nothing but the good kind of effects, ‘zashi.”

without even thinking, your legs split, and he took action on that.

his hand slid under your skirt and on your inner thigh, rubbing circles.

you let out a high pitched whine as he got closer to your heat, but covered your mouth with your hand.

“hmm, guess my voice is pretty powerful.”

you just nodded, afraid that if you spoke it would come out as a moan.

he took your hand off your mouth, and got closer to your face.

“there is no need to hide that pretty little voice of yours. let it out my listener.”

your body listened to him apparently, as your head flew back and a moan escaped your body.

“that’s my girl.”

his thumb finally reached your clothed clit, as he pulled your panties aside and rubbed gentle circles on your clit. he was sending you over the moon with just his voice already, but this is so much better.

his index finger finally slid into you after what seemed like hours. he was pumping into you at a slow pace at first, but sped up as he laid farther into you.

eventually you both were nearly lying on his desk, as his fingers steadily pumped in and out of you.

your head fell backwards and hizashi didn’t waste any time, painting hickeys all over your neck.

your shirt eventually unbuttoned because of how hizashi was lying on you, and one of his hands made its way up to your boob.

he painted kisses all down your sternum, your body arched into him, as you slowly started to reach your climax.

“close aren’t’cha babe?”

your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded and let out a small “mhmm”.

“‘zashi! don’t sto-op!”, you whined as you came over his fingers, nearly staining his gloves.

“wanna flip over for me, hun?”

you grinned and flipped to where your boobs pressed against his desk. you could hear him undoing his belt, and gasped as his tip slid into your pussy.

“sorry, i know it’s gonna hurt, you just gotta go slow, okay?”

“no! no i’m okay, ke-ep going.. hmm.”

“didn’t know i was messin’ with a little freak, huh?”

you grinned back at him, but your head quickly shot back after he pushed his full length into you.

“ya good sweetheart?”

“mhmm! ple-ease more ‘zashi!”

“hold on baby, i don’t wanna hurt you,” he growled.

“promise you won’t, please?”

he rolled his eyes and grinned as his pace sped up, and his exposed chest that had unzipped was pressed against your back kept you warm.

your head kept falling on his desk and student’s papers kept getting stuck on your forehead and he noticed, so he pulled your hair back and wrapped it around his hand.

“nngh! oh god oh my god.”

“oh you like that, huh?”

he kept his pace, leaning into your ear, letting out deep huffs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he was speaking huskily and his hair was disheveled. those products didn’t keep well and his hair was falling over your back.

“you’re close, aren’t you?”

you nodded, letting out a couple long drawn breathy moans, hoping that suffice for an answer.

“fuck! fu-ck don’t stop ‘ashi!”

he didn’t, he just got closer and more intimately closer to you, painting more hickeys down your back.

he was groaning, whining almost, “never knew you were this- hmph- tight hun”

“oh?” you pretended to act shocked.

“mhmm! fu-uck, i’m”

he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he was filling your insides. you both somehow synced your climaxes together, both of you filling the room with the sounds of your harmonic moans.

he was panting over you, and you basically molded yourself to the desk as he pulled out of you, cum dripping all over your clothes you threw on the floor.

“sorry my dear listener, i’ll get you cleaned up.”

he held your waist and flipped you around, and the bareness of the desk made you shiver.

he came leaned over you to grab a towel from a drawer out of his desk and cleaned both of you up and picked you up to carry you to sit in his lap in his desk chair.

you straddled him with your hands sitting on his shoulders, as his arms wrapped around your waist. he was pampering you with kisses everywhere, focusing on your forehead.

“you a-okay?”

“yeah, just still in the nude from the waist down though,” you both giggled.

he looked down and realized he never zipped his pants back up, “oh! where are my manners hun!”, and zipped them.

“sorry about that, i have an extra pair of sweatpants in my desk? if they fit ya?”

he opened the drawer and pulled them out as you stood up and put them on.

“thank you mic”.

“i like that one! aizawa doesn’t call me that anymore, so validating!”

you smiled into him, almost burying yourself into his arms.

“i’ll take note.”

“you’ve got to come up here more than just the rest of this week!”

“i think i’m planning on it.. i’ll miss you too bad.”

[saintbarou]

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝚩𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐑𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔

tags:18+ minors dni, afab reader, vouyerism, dubcon, hinted mxm, doggystyle, m!masturbation, dacryphilia, hinted threesome, overstimulation - let me know if i missed something // @cordyce @sukunasstarlight this. this is what the devious aizawa fic was

synopsis:when indulged with a dirty little secret, you’d do anything to make your husband and your friend happy right?

In all the years you’ve been with Shouta you have never once seen him like this - kissing and nipping at your stuttering lips with a hunger you only caught whenyou two of you eloped right on the night of his graduation from U.A. Back then, with his shorter hair, Shouta had you on your back panting into your mouth as he muttered confessions of love meant only for you to hear. Now it seems history will repeat itself as he takes you from behind - the gold band around his ring finger glittering in the darkness of your shared room as it clutches over your own fist that crumples the sheets you washed that morning. Your bottoms - his old sweats from his third year sling low on your hips- are ripped off and abandoned along with the underwear you know he pocketed when you weren’t looking. He’s already pried one orgasm from you, your cunt is slick and soft from the pleasure that melted away your mind until all that’s left in your bones is your thought of him - and of the guest in the room next to yours.

It is not often that friends from both of your circles come to your Shouta's abode but when Hizashi called about not being able to make it to his own apartment neither you nor Shouta hesitate to open your door for the blonde. You’ve known Hizashi for as long as you’ve known your husband, which feels like a lifetime, so greet him with a bright smile and offer him some leftovers for dinner. 

You’re too busy smiling and talking about small, polite things that you don’t notice how he sputters and blushes each time you grace him with a smile from over your shoulder as you serve him. Too busy laughing at his retelling about an incident at his radio show you don’t notice how Shouta reclines against the walls of the kitchen with something burning in the coal of his eyes as Hizashi tries his best to keep making you laugh.

Hizashi has always thought of you to be the most beautiful when you are laughing, ever since your days at U.A.

Despite his best attempts to make you forget everything else - his fingers wet from your slick and his jaw sore from tongue fucking your cunt you still weakly try to tell him to be quiet. You are the prettiest when on his bed, surrounded by sheets that smell of him and you - heated by the hot lust in your veins that he is the cause of. Shouta keeps one rough hand over yours, a sweet gesture when plans to do terrible, dirty things to you as you tremble into the bed you two have christened in your love more than enough times.

“Shouta, please he’s going to hear us-” Whatever you are to say next dies upon your lips and all you can taste is hedonistic lust that weighs heavy on your tongue.

“Let him.” Your brain freezes at the same time as the head of his heavy cock pushes into the folds of your slick cunt and you double over from the fire that surges into the marrow of your bones. You're quiet and trembling - “what?” makes him groan as he heaves himself over you, his form dwarfing yours completely as the head of his cock is welcomed by the silk heat of your cunt, from the tip that drips with hot webs of pre to the base. His reward is the hitch in your breath, the trembling gasp you let out, and the soft crystals of tears that bead in your waterline.

“I said - Let him, let him hear how sweet you sound in bed,” Shouta mumbles into the feathered waves of your hair, his stumble rubbing against your neck. You shudder under him, from how his breath follows the same path down your neck as the bites he left and from how he slowly rocks into you. Shouta is thick, stirring your insides to the point you feel him in your chest with each thrust he gives you. It’s too much, the way he fucks you, the dirty secret he just gave you the insight to, and how if you focused enough you could hear other, softer trembling gasps from the room next door.

And, the all too familiar wet shucks of a cock being tugged that seem to echo in your mind more than the wet smacks of skin that fill the room you are in.

“Hizashi always thought you were pretty - ever since our first years. Always wanted you but you ended up mine instead.”Shouta pauses to press a kiss to a notable bruise upon your beck he left. Dark eyes that are trained to catch anything in the dark can see the trail he left up your body as clear as day. On the swell of your breasts, the delicate line of your collarbone, and up to where your neck bleeds into your shoulder he has mapped you like one would the wilderness, and his mouth still sings from where your sweetness melts onto his tongue.

Shouta may be a man of virtue and rationality, but even he needs to indulge in the sweetness of all different kinds.

“Shouta- “you begin to moan the way you do when he makes love to you but that isn’t what he wants right now. Your breath feels like it’s been sucked out of you when he takes his cock out of you, making sure to drag out your walls in a way that makes it press against each little spot inside your cunt that makes you cry and gush for him.

“No, you don’t say my name right now - you say his. We go at his pace and you cum when he cums.”  His hand that is clamped around yours has not left its place, squeezing the limb with a softness that betrays the almost cruel cat-and-mouse game he is playing with you. It reassures you, gives you the care you need to balance the harshness of his words and you repay him with a soft nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat that has appeared since he took away your pleasure with one swipe of his hips.

“Say it - you know what it is we want to hear.” Your lips tremble as the words are formed with your watery and thin voice. The syllables are familiar yet not, hot with a desperation that no walls no matter how thick could be blocked. You realize that the blonde could have heard it all from the moment you entered the room - Shouta had pinned you to the shared wall for a reason and the deceit makes your clit twitch more than you’d like to admit to.

“Yes…Hizashi, please make me cum.” You say the words that are hot like forged iron and the room burns with something you’ve never noticed but now you want the fire - from the outside and the inside to consume you entirely. Quietly you hear your friend’s quiet - “Yeah, yeah fuck - let her have it.”

You blink and Shouta is back inside you, cock thick and long and fucking you full like he’s experiencing you for the first time again. Even if you wanted to keep quiet you couldn’t - not when they have you like this. Every cry, gasp, and pant makes them in turn give you their own desperate and lewd noises - you hear the praise Hizashi gives you each time you moan his name like it’s the gospel, like he’s the one inside of you and not your husband of almost a decade.

“Fuck, fuck fuck - Sho how are earth are you fucking her to make em’ sound like that?” You hear Hizasahi pant, breathless as if your roles were switched. You try to ignore the flutter in your cunt at the idea and Shouta from above chuckles, his voice so deep you feel the bass of it in your chest and you whine. Hiding your face into the sheets, biting the soft material, and staining the fabric with the flattering cherry chapstick you wear at home.

“Slow - and deep. That’s how she likes it. Cries really pretty if I give it to her too fast.” He says, rattling off the things he has learned about you and you whine, face hot with pleasure cradled in humiliation. Helpless by how it grows from a whine to a keen from your husband’s seeking fingers settle on the bud on your clit and rub at the slick bundle of nerves. You are soon matched by Hizashi, who finds your noises to be addictive and finds it in any way to encourage you - “Fuck, fuck pretty thing he’s giving it to you good? You love your husband’s cock huh? Bet you’re really pretty on it too.”

“You like that? You like hearing our friend hear you getting fucked?” Shouta teases and you pant out a soft and whiny little affirmation. As your eyes squeeze shut you don’t see how Shouta grins, wide and in his jack - o - lantern way that you tease him for from time to time. Now is not one of those times, as you moan back your affirmation; yes, yes you like having your mutual friend of a decade hear you getting fucked within an inch of your life by your husband in your shared home and you wished he was here too.

Tears build in the long strokes of your eyelashes and you feel it - the band weaved from every dirty, depraved thing that has occurred in your home coming to its breaking point. Moans and whines that come not from your lips but from the room next over, your husband’s cock that buries itself inside of you as if he’s trying to mold you to him and him alone. All of it is too much, culminating in that you can’t bear the weight anymore, pleasure burns like gasoline lit a blaze and your choked-out whines let the men in your home and heart know you are at your end.

“I’m cumming - ’m gonna cum, oh!” Shouta moans from atop you, his hips still going at the pace Hizashi set from the beginning and he calls over, loud enough to be heard from between your own noise.

“Should I let her Hizashi?” His question is like rope frayed and worn, Shouta knows that he won’t last, and if you were more coherent you’d see he was just as easily played with as you were.

“Yeah - fuck man if she sounds like that give her anything she wants Shouta.” Your husband laughs, low and breathy from on high; all you can do is bite down onto the sheets when he fucks you hard and fast. Just as he said, you sob and tears fall down your cheeks as he uses the strength he’s grown from his career to fuck into you until you shatter on his cock. Your cum leaks and runs down him, following the lines of his veins until it drips down to the sheets. Your spin trembles beneath him, jumping at the heat of his cum when he finishes inside of you - like raw fire in your veins that makes you relax down into the sheets.

When the clicking of the door makes your head perk up - you realize how quiet it’s gotten, the only thing that can be heard is you and Shouta’s panting. This is why when the door clicks open, your weary eyes widen and you moan, cunt fluttering weakly when you meet eyes like emeralds. Shouta presses a kiss to your head, his deep voice rumblings in your ear,

“We’re not done yet - perk up, sweetheart .”

[chatterbox-73]

not sure if U take requests but could u do present mic or an aizawa fic?

.Sugar Daddy.

.Radio Sugar.

Hizashi Yamada x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part two: Price of consoling (Shota Aizawa)

A/N: I was requested to write about Mic or Aizawa, honestly had the hardest time choosing so will most likely post an Aizawa one-shot in the foreseeable future… though I also don’t want to jinx myself😁.

Summary/inspiration/prompt: you find yourself at a bar using your last few yen before meeting a stranger who teaches you a few very important lessons.

Word count: 1.4k

CW: NSFW and adult content, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving and implied f!receiving), inexperienced reader, drinking.

You were at university getting your major in music and performing arts, your parents hadn’t approved of your decision to study music and so they completely cut you off. You hadn’t spoken to or seen them in years and it was hard getting by at first that was until you met and got extremely close to a very popular pro hero, who also happened to be a teacher at a top hero academy and a host of a late night radio talk show.

You had been having no luck with any jobs, as all the places hiring wanted some oddly specific quirks for the jobs, some wanted strength based quirks while others wanted speed based quirks, both of which weren’t so fortunate to have. Instead you had a mutation quirk, you didn’t think it was ‘unsightly’, you actually believe yourself to be quite beautiful however you had been called ‘unsightly’ more times in this week alone then you had in your entire life; your quirk wasn’t even that bad.

Your quirk, ‘Four Eyes’ your childhood friend so cruelly named it gave you an extra set of eyes, your extra set of eyes were usually a cool gray but would change colours depending on your emotions. So all in all it wasn’t a weird or out of the ordinary type of quirk, but people still didn’t want to work with someone who had a mutation.

You found yourself at a bar drinking your last few hundred yen, your head laid against the bar counter and you watched the amber coloured liquid swirl around the cup, “now why’s a pretty lady, alone in a place like this?” Your eyes followed where the voice came from, to fine a blonde man with red eyes and a moustache. “Cheap beer and quiet… oh and of course mutant friendly… and you are?” you sat up and took a large swig of the beer almost finishing it all in one shot, he smiled at you and rested his elbows on the bar table, “Yamada… tough time, huh?” He throw his name in as it held no importance and made no attempt to hide that he looked at your breasts, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms under your breasts to pushed them up. If some guy was going to hit on you, you were going to take full advantage of it… “yeah… so it should be easy for you to understand I don’t do this for free” you hummed, as if you knew what you were doing, but in actuality you had no clue. You’d seen plenty of movies and read copious amounts of books with scenarios like this but you had never sold yourself for money, you weren’t even very versed in the ‘act’ itself, but maybe you’d get lucky and he’ll take charge. Yamada lent in and whispered to you, his eyes still focused on your plump breasts “go to the bathroom and I’ll meet you there” he lightly kissed your neck and sat up straight, you got up and walked to the bathroom waiting for the man.

You sat on your feet looking directly at his hard member, it wasn’t massive but still large, it was covered in thick pulsing veins and curved to the side, his balls hung low and were mostly hairless despite the nicely trimmed dense dark blond carpet of pubes that surrounded his cock, in all honesty the sight was delicious, you felt a ache in your abdomen and throat, a dampness settled in your panties as a dryness sat in your mouth. Yamada grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek before wiping his tip along your lips before using his other hand to tilt your head back and open your mouth, “suck it baby” he demanded and slide is tip over your tongue, you rested your hands flat on your thighs and began suckling on his tip, you continued this until he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, “get up” he said and barely looked down at you, you stood and before you could anything he bet you to it. “You don’t do this often” Yamada said as he looked at you, his eyes cold and dark, you shook your head and went to apologise but was interrupted again, “tell me when I’ve got the number right” he held up a hand all five fingers up, before he put down his thumb, only leaving up four fingers, you watched his hand and he watched you. Yamada dropped another finger and then another, to this you blinked and looked to the ground, the man looked at his hand… two, how measly and pathetic, he thought. “And out of these two times, did you give a blowjob” he asked and your eyes stayed on the ground, he hummed and wrapped an arms around your waist pulling you into his chest, his other hand tangled onto your hair “don’t worry, I’ll teach you, sweetness” he chuckled as forced a kiss on your mouth, you gasped as he pressed his hips into yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth, you grabbed his shirt and whined before he pulled away from you and pushed you back onto your knees.

You panted and gasped as your heart raced, you looked up at him waiting for instructions, “grab the base with one hand” you followed the instruction, your hand wrapped around his tip and slowly slid down to the base making contact with Yamada’s rough carpet, he smirked and nodded “good girl, now gently cup my balls with your other hand” he said, your hand lightly cupped his sack, it was strange they were warm, heavy and strangely smooth, the man hissed slightly at the warmth of your hand, “now hurry up and start sucking… but don’t only suck, kiss and lick too” he eyed you as you took his tip into your mouth and sucked it, before you swirled your tongue around it and slowly slipped it out of your mouth, you continued to repeat this same action until you gained more confidence and with your new found confidence you took him deeper, you bobbed your head and light rubbed his ball, Yamada leaned his head back groaning and tangling a hand into your hair.

It was euphoric, his taste, his scent and his sound, he was enjoying your mouth wholly, Yamada wasn’t far from finished and somehow you could tell, you gently squeezed his sack and took him all the way in, it was uncomfortable and made you feel as though you’d vomited at any moment but the feeling of his body tense and the taste of his hot seed… your eyes rolled back and you hand disappeared under the waistband of your pants, you moaned allowing your fingers to explore your wetness, the man stiffened and pulled you off his member, pulling you to your feet.

Your body pressed to his, your fingers still occupied with your cunt, “that was sloppy…” Yamada hummed pulling your hand from your pants, “you came… didn’t you” you whined and glared at the man before your resentment quickly turned to shock as he took your dirty fingers into his mouth sucking them clean, Yamada chuckled lifting you onto the bathroom counter before yanking your pants off and disappearing between your thighs.

You looked at your very full bank account it had only been two hours since you allowed that strange to fuck you on the bathroom counter and now you stood at the ATM looking down at all the extra digits that weren’t there before, one single transaction from a Hizashi Yamada and you’re richer than you’d been in your entire life, all you had to do was have some sloppy mediocre sex with him, suddenly a thought crossed your mind; ‘if I get better at that and do everything he wants… I’d be living comfortably for the rest of my life’ you smile and draw out some money, just enough to get dinner and rent a couple of adult films… for studying of course…

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That was three years ago, now you live in a high class apartment and wear the finest clothes and jewellery, everything and anything you want, only for the price of your body. However there’s one thing you weren’t prepared for was Yamada introducing you to his friend, A friend he explained has recently broken up with his girlfriend and needs some consoling… at the right price of course… to which you couldn’t refuse.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

Previous - Satoru Gojo: ‘Not’ only you.

Next - Shota Aizawa: Price of consoling.

[drefear]

Hopelessly Devoted To You…

Yandere Hizashi/Present Mic x Reader

TW: blood, fighting, death, anxiety, smut, p in v, rough sex, pain, slight choking, lying, angst

Guess mine is not the first heart broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

There's just no getting over you

The pain in my legs was proof that the strain on my muscles was ripping them apart. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, let alone keep running. How did I not see this coming? Music hummed in the decaying building, his loud humming like the lullaby of my death. The blood in my eyes from the wound on my head made it very hard to see where I was going, but I was able to make out the halls and doors. Grabbing a doorknob, I struggled to force it open as the knob felt like it had been cemented shut. Where were the police? Where was Aizawa? Hawks? Anyone?

My lungs burned like they were filled with acid, every breath causing a severe stabbing pain in my chest. Shoving myself into the door, it finally burst open and I saw my fears coming true.

The red feathers on the ground were a lifeless and dull, no beautiful scarlet shine like I’d seen only a few hours ago. No, they were completely desolate of any shine. This was bad, this was really bad. Tiptoeing into the room, I quietly shut the door behind myself and made my way around the big desk in the center. The sight was unsavory, almost nauseating.

The stuttering breathing of my partner, Hawks, was just loud enough to overshadow the music echoing and my heartbeat. His eyes shot up at me, shakey and panicked as he gasped once again. I moved like lightning, pulling fabric from my hero costume to compress his wounds. He did this? Loud, quick footsteps made my hands freeze for a split second before I recognized the weight of those steps, continuing to push down on his wounds.

“Move, I’ll cauterize his wounds a bit with my fire, just go find him.” Dabi nudged me out of the way slightly as I sucked in air from his presence. “Just remember, once this is over, we’re still enemies.”

“Agreed.” My eyes glared at him as I tugged my visual blockers down over my eyes and dashed out of the room. The faint steps I heard were coming from above.

You know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But, baby, can't you see

There's nothing else for me to do?

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Lime green and unseen. She is pristine!” His voice was quieter than usual, casting a spell of fear over my body.

This wasn’t the Hizashi we all knew and loved. This was a monster, a man possessed.

“Come out and play, little listener!” He called, the windows breaking from his quirk. I couldn’t help but cover my ears and duck down, then dashing to the nearest staircase. He wanted to find me, and so I’d play into his hand.

Finally getting to the top of the stairs, I saw him leaning against a doorframe, swirling a finger around something, bulky and strangely shaped. Stepping closer, I saw the light shine on him. His hair down and wild, sunglasses tucked into his hair, sleeves ripped off his arms and voice modulator covering his neck. He was unhinged.

But what caught my eye was the yellow goggles he was toying with. Covered in blood.

My sensei was in trouble.

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“Where is he?!” I screamed at him and his lips just smirked into an unsettling expression.

“Whatdya mean? Ya didn’t see ‘m when ya walked in?” His eyes looked at me through his lashes and a shiver went down my spine. I glanced from side to side but nothing. That’s when I saw it. A single drop of liquid fell from the ceiling. Looking up, I saw Aizawa tied in his own scarf with his eye blindfolded, bleeding from his arm and head.

“Let him down!”

“Now now, little listener. You aren’t in any position to be ordering me around. We both know your strengths and weaknesses, and none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.” His words rang in my ears as I thought back to the weeks leading up to this.

Hopelessly devoted to you

I’d gotten close with Hizashi, my old teacher and friend. I’d confided in him, trusted him, and he would comfort me when I needed it. Days turned to weeks and soon, we had become more than just friends. I knew about his feelings, I knew I had some too, but I wanted to be a hero and focus on my dreams. Comforting turned to something else one night and we went to a place we couldn’t go back from. It was wonderful, he was wonderful. Everything I’d ever wanted.

Hopelessly devoted to you

At least the good side of him was, but jealous was something I’d never seen from him and when I worked with Hawks, he seemed to get unexplainably irritable and angry. He would ignore me for hours after I’d get off of work, not answer my texts, and then show up at random hours of the day to visit me at work. Patrol was even worse, he was always “running into” us. I knew Hawks was in a serious relationship, but he couldn’t talk about it because of our job. We were hero’s, and his partner was not, so anyone knowing about his relationship could put their life in jeopardy.

Hizashi didn’t believe me, didn’t care what I said. So naturally, I broke things off. It hurt, it hurt so badly, as I was in love with him, but if he couldn’t trust me and communicate with me, what was I to do?

And now here I was, standing across from my ex lover, the man I thought I’d marry for a time of my life, about to fight him to the death.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hizashi, this isn’t you. This isn’t who I’m in love with, just give in and we can go home!” My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out, hoping he’d take the short amount of steps in between us and hold it.

His eyes flashed to uncertainty for a second before hardening again and locking me out.

“You’re lying to me. You were always lying to me!” He screams and the power of his voice has me clamping my hands over my ears, blood dripping out a bit. I take a step forward, hand still reached out.

“I never lied. You’ve always been the only one for me. How could I love anyone else when I had you?” My voice is weak, stuttering as I feel my bottom lip quiver. The sadness I feel is uncontrollable and I’m doing everything I can to not fall into a crumbled mess on the ground. “Come back to me, Zashi… please.” I beg, and he steps to me.

“I’ll fix this if you promise to be mine. Right here, right now.”

“I’m already yours until the end of time.” I answer but he sneers, aggravated.

“That’s not what I mean.” He pulls off a glove and what he wants finally clicks.

“We- Shota is on the ceiling-“

“He can’t see anything, and he probably can’t hear.” The comfortable way he says this makes my skin crawl, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been craving him this whole time. “You want me to surrender? Prove I’m your man.”

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."

My heart is saying, "Don't let go.

I gulp, the dryness in my throat making me sputter a cough and he reaches out to me from concern, his true self breaking through. “Okay…” I agree, “yes.” And his hands are on me, pulling at the costume, or what’s left of it. The torn pieces of my outfit were ripping wider, the seam of my green pants tearing all the way up to my stomach. His calloused hands trace my thighs and without hesitation, two of his fingers rub against my clit. It’s rough and hurried, but god it feels amazing. His mouth finds the spot behind my ear instantly and I reach out. The groan he lets out against my skin as I palm him through his jeans is intoxicating.

“Zashi… please!” I whimper, and he nods, biting me and inserting a finger in me at the same time. My world spins for a moment as the two sensations collide and I grind against his hand, his thumb taking the place of those two fingers on my sensitive button.

I make quick work of his buckle and try to tug down his pants, getting them to his thighs as his hard erection slaps up against his abdomen. Even in the darkness, I can see his jacobs latter and my insides are preening at the memory, of how I remember it feels.

His lips attack when he catches me staring and I use my own slick to coat my hand and pump him slowly, but he rips my hand away and picks me up by the waist. It all happens so fast, I can’t even see anything until my back hits a cold wall and his head is at my entrance, spreading me open and about to enter me raw. We’ve never done that, and I’m so anxious about it, but I need it just as bad as he does.

“Ready, baby?” He asks and I nod, gazing into those green eyes I know I never want to be without. He pushes in and we both let out a pleading sound, the piercings shuffling around my insides and making me arch my back in pleasure. After the first push, it’s a relentless fucking and I can just hold on as he takes me against the wall. As he’s facing the wall, I peer one eye open just in time to see a specific shadow drop from the ceiling silently and take off his blindfold. My cheeks heat up and I shake my head, hoping he gets the message and he does. He runs out, but Hizashi can’t hear him over his own grunts and my whines.

His hand grabs my throat and I orgasm immediately, feeling him near his end from the clench of my walls around him. A few more destructive thrusts and I feel him fill me, but warmth flowing into me as I twitch from the pure endorphins this is causing.

Our bodies slump together as he pulls himself out and watches our mixed juices drip down my thighs. I moan a bit from the feeling and pant from exhaustion, right before looking up at him and beginning to cry.

Hold on till the end.

And that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

“Baby, why are you-” He cups my cheek as I cut him off.

“Forgive me… Hizashi, forgive me and know that I will never love anyone more than I love you…” I keep my head nuzzled into his open hand as I bawl my eyes out, then feeling his hand ripped away from me and seeing him get handcuffed and pinned to the ground through my tears.

“You lied to me!” He yells at me, but Eraserhead had understood my silent plea from before and was able to get the police and backup, also erasing Hizashi’s quirk so he couldn’t yell anymore.

“I’m sorry!” I cry out as Aizawa grabs a blanket and covers my half naked body, costume ripped and torn from both the battle and my ability to give him a false sense of safety. “You would have killed…”

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

“It was all because I love you!” He yells again and I turn my face away, still shaking from sobs. Aizawa pulls me into his chest for a hug and shields me from Hizashi’s constant screams and verbal attacks. My heart shatters in my ears and I’m left with the feeling of pure emptiness, much like the whole week of us being apart has felt like. Now, Hizashi will be sent to prison and I will be alone again. “All for you!”

But he won’t be able to harm anyone else.

Hopelessly devoted to you

About a week later, I’m still recovering and visiting Hawks in the hospital, as well as Bubble girl and Fatgum. We all went into that battle and only a few came out able to function, the rest were under 24/7 hospital care. Like Hawks.

“Kid, relax.” He said to me, “none of this was your fault. You didn’t know he was a yandere.”

“He… he isn’t.” I blurt out and I hear a cough from behind me, turning to see Aizawa.

“Actually, a few psychiatrists sent in the reports yesterday. He has been classified as a yandere, and they are keeping him under surveillance because of his uncontrollable emotions.” The black haired man spoke and my chest was once again empty.

“But you’re safe now, he’s locked up, and you have nothing to fear.”

Hopelessly devoted to you

That was almost ten years ago. I have a family, children, a loving husband, and I haven’t looked back. But sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, or calling my name. A few times, I feel someone grab my wrist or whisper in my ear in public, but when I turn, no one is there.

I knew I was just imagining things, as I turned out the lights in my kitchen and slid into bed. My husband barely moved as the bed shiftly, getting into my side and feeling him.

“Baby you’re so cold…” I mumbled and kiss the back of his neck.

He doesn’t answer.

But the voice coming from my doorway does.

Hopelessly devoted to you

“Hello again, Little Listener.”

[cherryblossombankai]

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

With...Present Mic please and thank you!

Warnings: oral (m recieving), semi-public, exhibitionism (if you squint)

Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer

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He loves it when you come to watch him recording his radio show. When you’re sitting just outside the recording booth, looking so damn cute, he can’t help hamming it up a bit. He’s a little more charming and flirty on the air. He plays all your favorite songs just to watch you sway and dance through the window. He’s lucky that he’s not on camera because anyone would see how lovestruck he is for you. You adore him just as much. You stare at him through the window with hearts practically coloring your vision. 

One day, he gets brave enough to invite you into the booth with him. There’s something undeniably exciting about being in the room where “the magic happens” as he’d so playfully said when he first brought you here. Your eyes are fixed on his mouth the whole time he’s on talking animatedly into the microphone. He even moves his hands around wildly to express even more despite only his voice doing the real work. He’s so charming you can’t believe he’s yours.

 It’s during the commercial break when you lean in to kiss him. He chuckles softly and rubs your sides. 

“Eager, huh?” he says teasingly before leaning in to kiss you again. You lightly make out until you hear the buzzer announce he needs to get back on the air. With lightning fast speed, he pushes the button to start the show again. You give him a few moments to get into the rhythm again, then you crawl underneath the control panel. His eyes widen but he keeps his cool. 

Your quick, deft fingers open his pants. He lifts his hips slightly to help you tug them down to his knees along with his underwear. You lean in to drag your tongue along the tip of his cock. To your surprise, he doesn’t make a sound. His voice doesn’t even wave as he continues the show. You take that as permission to keep going, and maybe even increase the pressure. 

You’re careful to keep the noise to a minimum when you take the throbbing length into your mouth. The only indication of weakness he gives you is when his hand tangles in your hair. By then you’re sunk down all the way on his cock. The thick head stretches the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he cries out.

He moans softly, “Do that again—Shit, just like that, right there.”

The red light shows that he’s still in the air when he loses control of himself.

[atlasalexanderwrites]

My Hero Academia: NSFW Dabbles

A/N: I dunno! I'm doing this "400 words a day" Challenge and these are a few of them!

A/N2: They're not super detailed or parts of longer pieces; for these challenges I just write the first thing that comes to mind without editing. And this is what I ended up with! I would be willing to make them into longer pieces if there was enough interest for them!

A/N3: MY HERO ACADEMIA IS A RELATIVELY NEW FANDOM FOR ME! I haven't written too much for it and I'm not entirely comfortable with writing for these characters yet but I'm trying to get better with them!

A/N4: If there are any warnings/things you feel should be put at the beginning of my writings, please feel free to inbox me. I never know what should be included in these and what isn't necessary!

WARNING: SMUT LEMON NSFW!!! Possible OOC canon characters!

Other (not sure if it requires a warning): Alpha x Omega dynamics

DABBLE #1: Present Mic x OC! Alpha x Omega

Word Count: 464

The stretch is almost too much but Cara couldn't bring herself to whine or protest. It was deliciously perfect and she wanted more.

She knew not to push her alpha's buttons but she had and here she now was. Arms tied above her head with a rope that was looped through a metal ring bolted into the ceiling, her body covered in sweat and bruises from love bites and love marks. Her poor, poor pussy was raw and overstimulated but there was nowhere for her to go as her alpha continued to thrust slow and steadily into her.

He would knot her soon and then shower her in aftercare kisses and sweet words to make sure she was alright as they waited for the swelling of his knot to go down so he could carry her to the shower and gently clean her skin of their mixed spent and sweat.

Alpha is grunting now and Cara can feel the base of his cock swelling. His knot.

She purrs and moans for him, her way of encouraging him. And then she whimpers as her alpha gives two last more harsh pushes of his hips before going still - his grunts in her ear as his knot slips into place and he floods her cunt with his seed.

They remain there for several long minutes before her alpha is untying her hands and gently carrying Cara over to the large bed. He's so, so gentle as he lays her down on her side - the two of them locked together in the most intimate of ways, face to face, as their hands leisurely run over each other's body.

“Hizashi,” Cara finally whispers, being the first of the two to talk. Her soft gaze is hesitant as she lifts her head to meet the love filled eyes of her lover, “I'm sorry for being a brat when you got home and…and for claiming you care for Shouta more than me.”

The man better known as Present Mic was quick to cup her face and place a gentle kiss to her forehead, “No, I'm sorry, my beautiful flower. I should have seen how distracted I've been lately. It's not fair to leave you alone so much. Especially not with our cycle being so soon.”

Cara chewed at her bottom lip at his words. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded that her heat was soon. Less than two weeks away.

As a mated pair Hizashi’s rut and Cara’s heat were synced; they happened for the same week every six months. It had been like that since they met in their early twenties when Cara moved from England to Japan for work.

Having her alpha and lover there during her heat was the only thing that made it bearable.

...

DABBLE #2: Endeavor x Female!OC (an oc that is married to Endeavor instead of Rei)

Word Count: 518

“We…we need to stop.” She said it in barely muffled moans as she grab a fist full of his red hair and held him to her, keeping his head in place between her thighs where he had been for hours by that point.

She always said they needed to stop. That they really shouldn't have been doing this.

It would only cause confusion and pain if their children were to find out their parents (who were divorced) had started sneaking around together. So much had happened in the past, so much that couldn't be completely forgiven or excused but worked through. Second chances could be given.

And that's what she was doing, trying to make sense of their past together; make sense of all he had put her and their children through.

And he was trying, truly, to atone for his wrong doings.

Somewhere along the way of him attempting to make amends for his abuse, the two of them had begun a physical affair, drawing pleasure from one another they had never felt together. Not even when creating their four children.

“Enji.” Yet another orgasm hit her, her cries filling her bedroom as she wiggled underneath him, her hand pulling at his hair until he lifted his head away from her far too sensitive and overstimulated cunt. “You enjoy doing that too much.” She accused, panting and trying to find some amount of strength left in her.

The man known best as Endeavor smiled and moved up her body, kissing her slowly but deeply. “How could I not? I have much to make up for. Neglecting your needs for my own is only one such thing I need to correct.”

“After the last few months, I forgive you for not giving me mind-expanding orgasms in the past.”

Enji shook his head, “I have not forgiven myself, though, and so I can't accept your forgiveness.” His hand reached between their bodies to align his cock with her entrance, teasingly rubbing the head against her soaked pussy before slowly pushing between her folds and into her wetness, panting and growling slightly as he kept himself still, giving her time to adjust.

They kissed once more as Enji began to thrust, setting a pace that was slow and more like love making than stress relief or atonement.

He would pull out before cumming; it had been their agreement the first time they reconnected sexually. He pulled out and she was on birth control. Neither wanted to risk having a fifth child. Those days were behind them, and a baby wouldn't help solve anything. Plus, the state of the world was no place for another baby when they both already worried so much about their three remaining children; one who attended UA Hero Academy and was in the thick of hero work just as his father was.

Pulling out aside, he was warm and heavy and thick and she didn't try to stop her moans - nor did he hide his grunts - from filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the headboard rocking against the wall. 

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HELLO EVERYONE!

As I said above, this is just a few short/quick dabbles that I typed up for a Year Long, Daily Writing Challenge I have been doing since January 1st! It's quick and easy and honestly has helped so much with my creatively and helping me be fun with my writing again!

I hope you all enjoyed!

If you did, feel free to like, reblog, and maybe leave a comment! Any of the three is much appreciated!

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[actuallysaiyan]

"Fuck...you know it's been a long time since someone gave me head."

Hizashi's eyes widen as he hears you say that. Here you two were, in the teacher's lounge after school. Here he was, trying to pretend you didn't just say something super lewd.

He chuckled, "What was that, sweetness? Mind repeating yourself?"

The minute you do, it's like a flip has been switched. He pushes you back on your desk, hiking up your skirt and getting on his knees to take greedy whiffs of your pussy. He'd be lying if he said he had never fantasized about this.

"You wanted to get your pussy licked, didn't you? Fucking naughty girl..." Hizashi growls before he pushes your panties to the side.

The thing about a Voice Hero is that he gets to use that voice to his advantage. And he can use it to control the vibrations too.

[fatkish]

Another NSFW MHA idea.

Symbiote Quirk Reader

The reader of character would basically be a Symbiote like from Marvel. The reader would of course be able to live and survive in Earth’s atmosphere and air. But they would still require a person to bond to. Since their normal non-bonded body is liquid like, they would require another person’s body in order to gain nutrients. Meaning the person they bond with would be eating for two. Think about it.

Aizawa and Symbiote reader. Reader would encase Aizawa in themselves and with their eyes, Aizawa could still use his quirk and he wouldn’t have to blink, plus he’d have a wider field of view. But of course, reader would share a body but they’d also be able to somewhat split part of themselves so they at least have a separate head from Aizawa. And here’s where the NSFW part is. Since reader knows how busy Aizawa is, they know he must be pent up. So while Aizawa is working or sleeping, reader grows their head similar to how venom does, and sucks Aizawa’s dick. Plus, with their tendrils, they could explore Aizawa’s ass and tease his prostate, milking Aizawa of all his cum. Or what about Erasermic? Reader could use their tendrils to tie Hizashi up and play with him, with Aizawa. Hizashi getting spit roasted by Aizawa and reader.

Just a thought

[echo-of-sounds]

pay attention to me (pt.4 in the 'your first creampie' series)

-Present Mic x f!reader-

smut drabble of hizashi giving you your first creampie

The merchant handed the last of the items over. Both swords were done. And now, with the proper plates and monster parts, you could craft the highest-ranking light-armor set. The scavenging and fighting and money were a bit costly in terms of resources, but it wouldn’t matter once you finally completed the-

“Babe!” Hizashi called, coming out of the backroom to bother you once again. "Let's do something tonight."

"I'd rather not."

"Why?"

"Busy."

He plopped down beside you on the couch. Too focused on getting to the armorer, you missed his words and asked him to repeat himself. He did with a grumble, "You've been playing that game all day. Let's go out."

"I'm almost done with this armor set. We can do something tomorrow."

He nuzzled into your neck, trying to convince you with kisses and tiny bites. 

"Hizashi." You shrugged him off.

With an overexaggerated moan, he fell onto your lap, not holding back with the physical dramatics either for sympathy points. He took the pillow your arms were resting on, so you just laid your forearms on his back. Skin touched skin. You looked at him and saw he wasn't wearing a shirt, unbothered by the slight chill in the room.

Green eyes peeked at you, probably trying to see if you were caving. When they saw you weren't, they pouted. "You've been neglecting me."

"No, I haven't." Your eyes snapped back to the game upon hearing the Armorer's voice. You handed over the armor, hide, plates, and monster livers and hearts. At long last, a short cutscene played before getting the Grandmaster chest plate, the final part of the Grandmaster set you’ve been desperately trying to complete. Other sets offered more defense, but they hindered your speed and stamina. Plus, this set was just more pleasing to look at, especially once you gathered enough dye to change the color to a nice- 

Hizashi pulled at your attention again, dramatizing a whine. He was worse than a puppy. "Pay attention to me."

“I have.”

“No, you haven’t. You've only looked at that game since you got it."

You sighed his name. 

He sighed your’s back. "Can I convince you to do anything?"

"Dunno. I'm kinda on a roll right now." You lowered the game console to meet his eyes. They were awfully sad. And his hair fanned out in a very graceful way; some lower strands were still wet from his earlier shower, slightly sticking to the handsome indent of his spine and ridges of his shoulder blades. "What's your convincing entail?"

That got him to smile. "Depends. What'll it take for you to pay attention to me?"

You rolled your eyes at his eyebrow wiggle and went back to the game. "I don't know."

Weight shifted as he moved around. You tried to pay it no mind, but you couldn't stop a smile from forming as balmed lips found your lower thigh. Breath heated your skin. A familiar glow shot up the nerves to under your clothing. 

Giving your leg a relaxing squeeze, Hizashi droned against your skin through his kissing. "You used my body wash?"

You hummed, still preoccupied on the game and finding your next task. There were so many side quests and contracts to work through. 

"It smells so good."

"It smells the same."

"Well, it's better on you." He kissed upwards, moving the edge of your nightgown up as he went. It quickly turned into wet kissing and sucking, and the closer he got to your underwear, the more they evolved into bites. A few lovebites peppered before teeth sunk into your inner thigh.

You jerked and gasped. It wasn't painful painful; rather a sharp, amusing painful. You didn't want to look away from the game, needing to focus on steering the stupidly difficult horse, but another sting right outside your panties jolted your muscles, yanking your eyes downward. 

Flashing a playful grin, Hizashi’s hands snuck up to remove the obstructing garment, bending and spreading your legs wide after. The nightgown’s bottom crumpled to your hips. A blotch marked your inner left thigh. His mouth reattached to it, trying to nurse it to a darker color like he often did, straining the skin a bit too thin with enthusiasm.

You whined his name. He didn’t listen, slicking two fingers inside, instantly curling up to spoil you. As their pace and pressure increased, you gave up on the next quest and fumbled to save the game through increasingly trembling thighs and hastening pleasure. Lips fastened to your clit, granting it his indulgence, with his soft sucking offsetting his finger’s avid tempo.

But he pulled away.

“Hizashi.”

“What?” He blinked up at you, smirking too much for your current state. He obviously had your attention and was just teasing for teasing's sake.

When he didn't move, you moaned, half-heartedly humping the air. "Hizashi, c'mon." 

He shrugged. No words. Giving in to what he wanted, you discarded the gamepad — the new quest was stupid anyway — and reached for the back of his head, drawing him close. 

To your mercy, he didn't toy with you, resuming with deep, luring licking. Once locked, you couldn't look away from his bright eyes, so beautifully nestled against you. One hand snaked under your nightgown to palm your breast, making sure to pinch your nipple plenty. The other grabbed your ass, kneading and spreading it in time with his tongue's movement. 

"God, I-" A moan cut off your intended praising of his mouth, so you stuck to sighing and gasping. Your hips fell into a pleasing rhythm with his lips. Long fingers stopped their kneading to slide inside, relapsing into their curling pressure. Feeling the tension flaring, you breathed, "Deeper." 

And he knew right where you wanted him to fondle; rubbing against your front wall as his mouth coddled your swelling clit until all the pull and pressure released. Your chest pushed up as muscles tightened and contracted. 

Amid the calming high and not letting you relax in the afterglow, Hizashi stood, pressing his clothed yet growing erection against you. Wetness brushed onto his sweatpants but was just pushed back into you with his excited grinding.  

His forehead nudged yours. His heavy groan and grinding heightened your already high reactivity. You whispered his name just before your lips met, surprising you with how dry your mouth was from all the gasping. 

He pulled away just so, holding your arms against the couch and keeping your eyes on his. The gruffness of his voice made you shiver, but it was nothing compared to what he said: “I want to cum in you.”

Words stuck in your throat, leaving you awkwardly humping and sighing, unable to swallow, in time with the rock of his hips. Kisses trailed to your neck, giving it the same love and attention he gave to your thighs. 

He knew it was something you've never had after embarrassingly admitting it. It didn't matter to him, and he never pushed you into doing anything uncomfortable or beyond your limits. But fuck. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about it more routinely the farther your relationship made it; how it'd feel inside, how it'd trickle out, or how it'd stay deep inside for some time, how closer, more intimate, more bonded you'd feel once you've experienced it for the first time, especially with him.

"Would you let me? I wanna watch it drip out of your pussy." He kissed you. Teeth clinked. Tongues messily played against the other. The grinding hurried as his erection fought against the tight underwear. “Fuck. I wanna fuck you.” Lips weighed into yours again, his nose flattening to your cheek as he hastily mumbled, "I just wanna fuck you raw. Let me be the first to cum in you, baby. You deserve it."

"I-" You laughed at the nipping teeth. "Bedroom."

Hizashi yanked you to your feet with a giant smile. The crotch of his sweatpants had a wet mark from your arousal. He didn’t give you much time to react, choosing to shove his lips and chest against you, guiding you backward. Hands grappled at your nightgown, removing and casting it away in the bedroom's doorway. 

And he wasted no time with his clothing: he stripped off his sweatpants and underwear before plopping on the edge of the bed, thighs agape, stiff cock jouncing between them.

Impatience and enthusiasm dropped you to your knees before he was fully situated, swiftly taking him into your mouth. Your tongue brushed along his two frenum piercings. Their smoothness cooled your taste buds, urging you to suck sharper. 

A groan came as fingers tucked into your hair to press your head down. "Take me more."

You did, drool leaking from your lower lips. Thighs opened wider as you did, and you settled close. Your tongue swirled around him each sink, trying to keep the wetness in your mouth and put plenty of pressure on his underside with each slow pull out.

"Just a little more."

You did, again, hitting the back of your mouth. You pushed away the slight gag to keep going down. And his handsome moans spurred you further. You cupped his balls as you reached your limit and bobbed, only moving a little each way, loving how tight he tensed in your hand and mouth. 

His other hand held your neck to keep you down. He let out a lengthy moan as you strained for breath; the longer you choked on him, the lower his groans dropped. 

You tapped his leg and when we released you, you did the same to his cock, trying to drink all the saliva as you did. You pumped him a little, watching his foreskin roll on and off his glans, before kissing his shaft, wondering how the semen you've tasted so many times would actually feel. You've read things, watched things, heard others talk about it, and they were never really the same. Would it be warm? Could you physically feel the wetness? Or the actual spurt? Or was it mostly an emotional reaction? Maybe it wouldn't be any different.

"Come here." Hizashi helped you up and to sit on his lap. Your mouth became preoccupied with his again. You both clumsily moved up to the pillows, too horny to stop kissing. Palms cupped your ass. Fingers dug into your skin. Just as the tip of his penis skimmed along you, a thought of a condom briefly flashed before remembering why you were here again, and you sunk onto his cock. 

You swore at the same time. Your torso sloped forward, hands steadying yourself on his pecs, to savor how he shaped to your front wall. Each jerk of your hips tempted his to hump back, your bodies eagerly finding a rhythm together. He kissed and flattered you, especially your breasts, making sure to bite them a few times as well. 

But Hizashi didn't let you stay on top for long. He flipped you onto your back and, before you could move much, grabbed your legs and pushed them together, laying your calves against his chest. His heft weighed your shoulders into the bed. Your lower back lifted, letting him sink further. You clawed the thighs smacking into yours at an increasing pace. 

"God, Hizashi," you moaned between thrusts. "A little deeper."

He straightened, keeping your thighs on his chest. A snap forward, still lovingly brushing your front wall, curved your spine off the bed to seek the deeper angle. Hands clamped your hips, holding them in the elevated position. Each thrust coiled your back higher till the tilt was fucking perfect, fostering dripping arousal and dry-throated moans mixing into gasping praises.

“Just- Fuck- There,” you pleaded, clenching his forearms. The lean muscles tensed in time with his thrusts as they held you up. Sweat slicked under your palms. Ardor and pleasure fluttered in your chest, nestling deep in your stomach, waiting for the smallest change to send it over. 

Before you could reach down, Hizashi beat you to it, just not in the way you had been planning. His hands still gripped your hips, kneading and pulling, except one moved towards the other, gently yet firmly sliding a finger along your ass. With the trickled-down arousal, it just barely slicked in. The mixing thrill and pang lurched your hips. You grappled at the sheets as your muscles strained. 

Your rigid body bounced with his hastening one, hips and back aching at the workout. Nails pricked your thighs tightly, telling you he was at his end. Your pleasure went out the door as he bottomed out, and you watched his perfect mouth — his wet, florid, swollen mouth — hang open, low mumbles weaving into throaty groans. It latched onto your calf to silence the growing noises. 

You weren't sure if you felt it at first, too preoccupied with staring at his allure. But then the warmth slowly trickled in before quickly heating your lower stomach. It didn't feel wet, just really, really, remarkably warm. Your emotional excitement probably added to the growing, flushing fever, loving the different, carnal connectedness it gifted you with. 

You tried to wrap your legs around him, wanting to lock him close. When he didn't move, your hips wiggled closer, and he gave in, releasing your legs to lay chest to chest with you. Arms laid close to your temples. Balls flattened to your ass even as the erection gradually softened. Butterflies flittered in your stomach, just like the first few times you had together. Lips on your neck roused his name from your mouth. His lips were so light, eyes too green, too beautiful for anyone's health, cock lean but long, satisfying all the desires he promised to. 

He rasped right into your ear. "How does it feel?" 

You whined his name, turning into his arm, too embarrassed to look at him. But your hips and waist still rolled for the needed friction.

"Come on, how does it feel? How does it make your pussy feel?"

"Warm." 

"Just warm? Nothing else?" Flirty fingers drifted down your tummy. They snuck between your clammy bodies, rubbing and writhing together, to circle your swollen clit. You grit your teeth. Your neck rolled back, inviting teeth to continue playing with the thin skin. "C'mon, baby girl."

"Full," you half moaned at the pleasure, half fussed at the teasing. "God, just keep-" 

"I love you," he droned and rocked ever so slightly. You clawed at his back, maybe a little too much given his hiss, but you couldn't stop with the breadth and depth inside. "I love you so much."

Under his care and words, the pressure released so pleasantly, tenderly, thoroughly. The humidity swelled oddly into your chest and neck as you clinched around him. You moaned into salted skin, lips and tongue lazily sweeping along him, riding out the ebbing tension and flowing relief.

In the wake of your body settling and the heat abating, you realized you couldn't feel much. It was definitely slicker, sorta sticky. When he moved and some seeped out, wetness dribbled over your bottom and onto the sheets. It didn't really matter whether it was more physical or emotional, though. It was just satisfying and rewarding to feel it with him. 

You eventually repeated the sentiment back: "I love you, too."

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine gently placing your finger on Hizashi's parted lips, hot breath fanning against your skin in another loud moan. "You're way too loud, hun," you whisper, barely containing your own cries of pleasure, as his hips keep smacking against yours. "Don't want any of the other teachers to hear us in your room, hm?"

[adminbryantsaki]

Cockwarming

Day 6 of Spicytober Featuring Hizashi Yamada x reader

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised. @lhcartoonist has requested to be tagged with the stories featuring Hizashi Yamada.)

Wc: 2,003

Tw: semi-public sex, confession of feelings, giving praise.

You were speed-walking to the station where you were interning at. Your arms were full of items you needed to get through the day. You had your work bag, the coffee order you had been sent last minute to pick up, and your gym bag that held your hero costume for later that night when you began patrol for the evening after your long day at work. You had arrived at the station and you entered the building through the door under the giant “Put Your Hands Up!” L.E.D sign that was off for the time being as it was still early morning. That’s right, you worked for the Voice Hero: Present Mic. You made your way to your cubical where you dumped your bags and set the coffee order on your desk. You kicked your gym bag under your desk and set your work bag out on your chair. You didn’t notice the hero coming behind you to get his coffee. You rose from having your nose buried in your bag looking for a file folder that had tonight’s script in it to hand off to him and you bumped into him. “Ugh! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. Is there-.” You began to say before you noticed that it was your co-worker. Not just any co-worker but Present Mic. You froze up and felt your face heat up. “Don’t worry, listener. It’s nothing. Thanks for the hot cup of joe, your name is Y/n, right?” He asked you.  

You nodded and he went about his way. “Wait! I meant to give this to you, it’s tonight’s script.” You called after him and handed him the folder. “Thank you, Y/n. I’ll read it over and get back to you.” He spoke and flashed you a smile that made something deep inside come awake.

After you had distributed the rest of the coffees to the other staff and had settled down to get working on the next script, you had received a message from one of your co-workers. “Hey, Y/n, can you be Mic’s co-host tonight? No one has volunteered yet and we didn’t line up any special ones since no one has either requested to be on the show or he’s requested that anyone comes on this time.” You groaned and rolled your eyes. This had been the usual message that had gone around when Mic didn’t have any special co-host such as some kind of other celebrity other than himself on the Friday night music show. You didn’t know why he needed a co-host on a show that mostly played non-stop music on Friday nights except that the hero liked having company during the late-night shows and his usual co-host was another pro hero that worked when he was on air. You typed up a response saying that you’d stay late and be his co-host for tonight before you went about your day answering emails and helping the new interns that got lost on the way to the bathroom. §§§§§

Once the last of the normal day staff had left for the day, it was only you, Present Mic, and the few night shift staff that stayed on to make sure the show ran smoothly. You had glanced down at your gym bag with your uniform inside, picked up the bag, and went to the bathroom to get changed. You came out a few minutes later donning your costume and you walked over to the recording studio with baited breath. You were nervous as you had only been in the studio to either gather up some left-over tapes or papers from the previous show or to help clean up the equipment. You knocked on the door and waited a moment and thought you heard some shuffling, a thud, and a groan. “Come in.” You heard a voice say. It sounded like whoever was inside had just woken up from a nap. You opened the door and saw the hero sitting up on the couch in the back of the studio next to the large window seat that overlooked the busy streets below. “Hi. I’m Y/n from earlier. I was the one who gave you the script for tonight.” You spoke as your heart was pounding knowing that you got to be the co-host on your favorite hero’s own radio show. “Oh, you’re the one that brought the coffee. It was good by the way.” He spoke as he stood up and pulled his leather jacket back on and sat down at the chair in front of the microphone. “I’m guessing you’re the lucky member of the staff that got picked to be my company tonight.” He asked as he prepared some of the equipment for the show that would be live soon.

“Y-yeah. I am. What do I do while I’m in here?” You asked. “Pull up a chair and just hang out. I don’t like being alone during these shows. That’s why I request that someone stays with me. I’d have my roommate join me but he patrols at night and doesn’t like being exposed to the media.” He spoke before looking over at you and he chuckled. “Relax, Y/n. I’m not going to bite you, unless you want me to.” He told you. This made your face heat up more as you pulled a chair from the corner of the room to sit next to him during the show. He put a microphone in front of you before he plugged in a couple more wired and tested the microphone with the producer who gave him a thumbs up before getting up and walking away. This made you even more nervous as you were now completely alone with him. You didn’t know what to think or say because you’ve had a crush on the hero for a long time now and you had a small feeling that he had feelings for you too. You took some deep breaths before the both of you went live. Hizashi had noticed that you were nervous and put a hand on your shoulder. “Relax. Just read over your parts in the script and take some deep breaths. I’m guessing this is your first time live on a radio show?” He asked as he handed you the script you had written. “Yes. This is my first time.” You told him as you took the script from him. “Let me know if I can help you with anything.” He spoke as he walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. You read over the script as the producer came back with a cup of what looked to be coffee in his hand. Hizashi communicated with him for a little bit as you kept reading over the script trying to memorize your lines. You couldn’t manage to even remember your opening line since you were too excited to be in this situation. The hero turned back to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “Y/n, you’re too excited to be in here with me. I can tell. Why don’t you forget the script and just be my guest tonight.” He spoke and pulled gently to the chair to sit down and relax. He sat back down in his chair and looked at you. “I should just get to it and tell you that I’ve developed feelings for you.” He confessed. You looked at him with a stunned look across your face. “Don’t you already have a significant other?” You asked once you found the ability to speak again.

“No. I don’t. But you could be that significant other if you wanted.” He responded and moved closer to you. You nodded and he pulled you into a kiss. The producer saw this and pulled a curtain from his side of the glass that separated the producer’s station from the soundproofed recording room. Hizashi sat back down in his chair and pulled you into his lap. He kissed you again and held you in his lap as he went to your neck to place a few kisses on your neck. The producer tapped on the glass to tell him that it was time to go live. “We will continue this later. Unless…You want to be the sheath for my current boner.” He offered as you had felt something poking against your inner thigh. “Yes.” You spoke quietly. He unzipped his pants and pulled his erect member and helped you down onto it. You covered your mouth to hide the moans that you so desperately wanted to let out. He let out a deep groan and turned to the speaker and gave his introduction without a skip in his speech. You rested against him and did your best to stay still as he talked about the night’s events and took a couple calls while keeping a hand on your hip. After what seemed to be forever, the show went to commercial break. You whimpered and he laid you out on the desk. “I know, I know, I didn’t give you attention. We only have three and a half minutes. So, let’s get down to business. Don’t worry about your moans, princess. The room is soundproofed.” He told you before thrusting into you. You let out the string of moans that you had been holding back into the room. The man above you kissed you deeply and bit gently on your neck just before he pulled you back to hide your face into his chest while he went back to the show. You didn’t know the three and a half minutes went by so quickly when you were on the edge of releasing. You moaned into his neck as he went on talking to callers. He rubbed your back and glanced down at you. He finished up with the callers and put on some music that would keep the listeners occupied for a while. He pulled you out of his chest and looked at you. “You shouldn’t have distracted me when I was with a caller, songbird. You now have my full attention for the next fifteen minutes.” He spoke before he began to pound into you hard for the next couple of minutes to the beat of the music that filled the studio before you shuddered and released. He groaned when he felt you clamp around him and he released his white-hot seed into you. He pulled you close and let you bury your face into his neck for the remainder of the time the both of you had while the rest of the music played over the radio. He rubbed your back and whispered praises into your ear about how good you were for him and how well you behaved yourself when he was talking to the callers. He wrapped up the show and put on the overnight playlist that would keep whoever was listening entertained for the night. He turned the mic off and pulled you off his lap. “Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up and you can come to my place tonight if you’d like.” He told you as he cleaned up the area and shut off the unnecessary equipment for the nighttime shows. Your mind was still a bit cloudy from the stimulation you had been given and it took you a while to process what he said. “I’d like to stay at your place.” You responded. “Alright. Let’s go.” He said as he gathered up his stuff and held your hand as the two of you walked out of the station together.

Little did the both of you know, the producer had heard everything and the two of you would be the talk of the station by the next morning.

The end.  

[saintbarou]

tags: 18+ minors dni, fantasies of sex, toys mentioned, f! receiving oral mentioned, fingering mentioned, fem reader, alcohol mentioned (reader is tipsy), age diff (present mic, midnight and aizawa are all in their 30’s and reader is in her late 20’s), all three of these freaks want a taste of sweet reader, corruption

synopsis: a confession of yours sends the minds of your dear co-workers’ a blaze and aizawa knows exactly what it is they want.

aizawa’s eyes glint with something dangerous as he looks you over after your confession. you demure expression made you seem angelic under the dim bar’s lighting. it was here, on a outing with hizashi and nemuri for drinks on the first night of winter break you had confessed to you co-workers that no one has ever made you finished before. maybe it was the 2 pints of beer in you or nemuri’s overall pushiness but you lips have been loosened and nemuri eats it up like a satisfied cat.

“so no one’s ever done it for you?” nemuri prodded, sitting the closest to you her painted nails resting on your thigh. her thumb gently scratching the ribbed material of your stockings. she watches with careful eyes how the soft sensation makes your thighs tense. you nod, unable to meet anyone’s eyes and your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment.

“man you must not be very lucky, huh?” hizashi says, mostly teasing but in the haze you don’t see the flicker of something darker in his green eyes. he licks his hips and he can taste the sweet cocktail in the whiskers of his mustache that he forgets to trim from time to time. he’s sure you’d taste far sweeter.

“yeah i guess…they weren’t really good guys to be honest. i don’t really remember what i was thinking dating them.” you confess, eyes sparkling under the overhead lamps that light the bar and aizawa hides his face in the palm of his hand and he thinks - how could anyone deny you of such a thing?

he knows his two friends are the thinking the same; thinking of you hot faced and teary eyed - your hiccups and sobs as they wreck you. nemuri with her toys, she’s probably thinking of what vibrator would do it for you and your little clit. you’re shy and sensible girl, a sucker might do you in too fast too quickly - a rabbit vibrator would be his pick, something to fill your cunt as you hump the air futilely from the pleasure. maybe some cuffs and cute collar would complete the picture he has in mind. when he looks over and catches twinkling blue eyes he knows he’s right.

hizashi’s thinking of having you spread open for him his hand gripping the meat of your thighs, aizawa notes as green eyes keep glancing down at how nemuri pats your covered skin. the softness the tongue and the warmth of the mouth would drive you to tears, your curls would stick from the spit and the slick and you’d be helpless as hizashi would hum into your clit. you’d be boneless and drooling - defenseless as how the blonde would pull orgasm after orgasm from your body leaving you wrung dry on the bed. every-time hizashi sips from his drink, he licks his lips and aizawa knows the blonde man wonders what would be sweeter, the tang of your cunt or the salt of your tears.

aizawa hums as the conversation changes, keeping quiet unless asked something glimpsing at you from the corner of his eye carefully. how would he make you cum? would it be keeping you open, one thigh in an ironclad grip as the other busies itself by putting in one than two than three fingers in your cunt? he thinks so, he likes the idea of fucking you open - making the petals of your cunt bloom for him as his fingers find that soft little spot inside of you that makes you gasp and sob. his thumb rubbing at your clit and his fingers spreading the lips of your cunt - he bets your arousal would stick to his fingers in gossamer strands. he wants to have you clamp and squeeze and milk his fingers and think about how you would do the same for his cock.

yeah that sounds the most suitable.

“-outa? shouta?” his musings are broken by the voice of hizashi who gives him what would be a flat look but by the light in the green of his eyes, aizawa knows that hizashi and nemuri know what he’s thinking of.

“she’s asking if we wanna head to hers, she made a pie!” hizashi cheered and nemuri looks pleased as you duck your head and scratch your neck.

“im not sure if you like desserts but it’s getting cold so i thought it’d be nice to have you guys over at mine. i can make coffee or tea too?” you offers and aizawa smiles as nermui coos at your consideration. they really are going to have fun with you.

[writer-loogi2]

♡︎"𝙽𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.." 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.. ( 𝙶𝙽 )♡︎

A/N: Whoo boi, I uhh I am one horny mf- djsjjs okno, but jokes aside, I spent a lot of days writing this smutty garbage ( not that I'm actually good at writing it but at least I tried,, ). Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this really crappy drabble thing,,

♡︎𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!! Major NSFW, contains public sex, oral sex, and riding.

( ♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝!♡︎ )

♡︎Alright so I'm gonna throw some context before I begin the drabble, because it's honestly really stupid but funny.

♡︎So let's just say, Mic goes on some late night patrolling with Eraser. Lots of events happened that night and Mic ends up injured, so obviously Aizawa takes him to a hospital ( well actually an ambulance would but you get the idea-,, )

♡︎So Aizawa being the nice guy he is, he calls you and tells you about the whole thing and makes sure to let you know that Hizashi is okay, although injured, at least he's okay. He just needs rest.

♡︎And the next day, you go visit him 'cause you were worried sick..

🎁🎤✨🎁🎤✨🎁🎤✨🎁🎤✨🎁🎤✨

"Hi yes, um, I'm looking for Hizashi Yamada. Which room is he in?" (Y/N) asked the receptionist, standing there awkwardly as they waited for her to respond.

The receptionist nodded to her left "Hmm, he's in room 308. Just take the elevator to your left, it's on the third floor. When you get there, take a right turn down the hall and you should find it."

"Alright, thanks!" After the receptionist gave them directions, they walked over to the elevators and took them up to the third floor, where they expected to find him.

They knocked on his door and waited for his response, not long after they heard a muffled voice yell out from behind the door "Come in!".

(Y/N) slowly opened the door, only to find him laying down on a hospital bed.

"Ah, hey listener! I wasn't expecting you to come here!" Hizashi smiled when he saw who it was. He sat upright in his bed, waiting for them to speak.

"Well I heard about what happened while you were patrolling yesterday. Shouta told me you got injured. That's why I came to see you. How are you feeling?" They said, sitting next to him on one of the chairs.

"Well, I'm feeling a lot better now that you're here listener~" Hizashi teased.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes playfully.

"Alright but jokes aside, I'm still feeling a little under the weather. Though I'm sure I'll feel fine in a few days, for now I'll stay here and rest." He explained.

(Y/N) gave a small sigh of relief "It's good to hear that you're okay, I was very worried about you." They replied, smiling back at him.

"Aw listener, don't worry too much, aight? I'll be just fine." Hizashi winked playfully.

"Oh hush up, dummy. I have every right to worry!" (Y/N) chuckled.

They were both quiet for moment until he decided to break the silence.

"Y'know, I'm glad you came to visit me, I was getting kinda lonely all couped up in this hospital."

"Well of course! I figured you'd miss me if I didn't show up." They grinned.

Hizashi turned towards them with a playful smirk "Is that so?" He questioned.

"Mhhm, that's why I'm here after all, to make you feel better.."

(Y/N)'s tone had changed as they spoke, becoming a bit more seductive.

Their voice made him feel warm inside, making his heart beat a little faster.

"..And I know exactly what you need right now.." Before he could say anything they leaned forward, kissing his lips.

He was taken aback by this sudden gesture, but soon melted into the kiss.

Soon their hands began wander around his body, going lower until soon enough they grabbed hold of his crotch, earning a slight moan from him.

He tried to resist their advances, even though he really wanted them to touch him. They noticed this and wanted to tease him a little more.

"Aww, what's wrong? Weren't you the one telling me how much you missed me?"

They spoke softly, a smirk on their face as they continued "So at least let me make you feel better again~" They placed kisses on his neck and jaw, causing him to lose track of his train of thought.

"..Holy shit listener, you really know how'da get me worked up.." He muttered. Their actions had caused his cock to grow painfully hard, he couldn't stop himself from letting out another moan.

"Shhh.. We don't want the nurses hearing you, now do we?" He felt their lips leave his neck, before they proceeded to trail kisses down his chest.

He was already starting to pant slightly as they went farther down, reaching his waist. "..Fuck.. please, touch me listener.. I can't take it anymore.."

"..You're gonna be the death of me.." He grunted.

They smirked before they continued to travel further down his stomach, stopping when they reached the top of his boxers.

(Y/N) lowered his underwear quickly, pulling them off his visible erection.

Gazing in his eyes, they slowly began slipping his shaft into their mouth.

"Oohh.." He moaned as he felt them bobbing their head back and forth.

They kept licking his length, enjoying the taste of him, causing Hizashi to grip the side rails on the bed tightly.

"..Hah..holy shit listener.. you're drivin' me crazy.."

He panted. His hips jerking involuntarily with each movement.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not quite done with you just yet.." They said, continuing to work him in and out of their mouth.

Their fingers began stroking his shaft, making his breath hitch. He was close.

His hands gripped the rail tighter, trying to keep himself from falling apart completely. But he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The sound of their tongue lapping against his skin, coupled with slow movements, sent him over the edge.

Suddenly, he bucked his hips upward, releasing everything he had been holding in. His eyes began to water as the feeling filled his senses.

Hizashi slumped backwards onto his pillow, exhausted from his orgasm.

"Oh man.. You're really something else listener.." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Are you feeling better now?" They said smiling.

"I am now! And y'know what? I think I might have a little more in me so how 'bout we keep going and get this show on the road, hm?" He teased them with a wink.

They giggled, before getting ready to continue. "So does this mean, you want another round?"

Hizashi nodded eagerly.

"Alright then, if you say so.." They crawled onto the bed, positioning themselves in between his legs.

As they pulled themselves onto his cock, he held their hips gently and slowly guided them. "..God you're so tight.." He muttered. He started moving his hips, gradually increasing speed, before hitting that perfect spot.

He moaned loudly, grabbing hold of their thighs and giving a sharp thrust. Their face contorted into pleasure, as they wrapped their legs around Hizashi’s waist, and placed their hands on his chest.

He kept pumping, trying to keep his rhythm steady, making sure to hit that sweet spot every time.

"..Shit.. listener I can feel your walls tightening around my dick.." He groaned, jutting his hips upward, wanting more.

Hizashi lifted their ass, bringing them closer to him, as he thrusted once more. His whole body felt like it was about to explode. "..You're killing me listener.. fuck.." He grunted.

They watched him cum intensely, shooting his load deep inside them.

Afterwards, his grip on their hips loosened slightly as he collapsed against the pillows and tried to catch his breath.

(Y/N) slowly got off his lap, they removed their legs from around his waist, before wrapping their arms around him and pulling him into a hug. "Damn.. that was amazing.. I bet you must really be feeling a lot better, huh?"

"You think? If I knew you'd come here to nurse me back to health like that, I would've gotten injured ages ago!" He joked, causing (Y/N) to gasp and lighty punch his arm.

"Don't say things like that! I don't like seeing you get hurt! Besides.. you don't need to be injured for me to treat you, I can always do it if you want.." (Y/N) suggested.

"Well, I'd gladly accept your services, but first I have one final request."

"Hm? What is it?"

"Can you stay the night? If that's okay with you! I'm sure the nurse won't mind." He smiled sheepishly, looking away as he added "And I'd also like to spend some more time with my favorite listener, at least while I get better." He admitted.

"Of course I'll stay the night with you, you don't have to ask that.. dummy.." (Y/N) giggled. They laid down beside him, snuggling close to him. He wrapped his arms around them and nuzzled his face against theirs.

"Thank you.."

A/N: Alright y'all! I'm done for today. Anyway I hope you guys liked it! I know I'm not good at writing smut for shit but I'm actually pretty proud of this! It's not much but it's honest work!

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