#my hero academia fanfic

[maybe-its-5sos]

Try again (Toshinori Yagi Smut)

Requested: no

Summary: You want to add another addition to the family, he’s unsure.

Word Count: 1695

Warning(s): Self-doubt, Smut

“So What I think doesn’t matter?” You question sitting down next to Yagi on the couch.

Tho you’d been with him for years and have 2 kids, he still occasionally gets into these strange thought patterns. Yes, his self esteem has been low ever since he lost use of his All Might form, but you thought that you having been with him for so long would be worth something.

“Of course it does, dear!” His eyes shoot towards yours, as if searching for something.

“Well then, listen to me, I married you because I love you, all of you. Furthermore I prefer you in your smaller form and I’ve told you as much as thousand times. I know it’s not easy, and I know you feel down, but you need to remember that people still love you no matter what!” You say, taking a sip of your tea, offering Toshi his own cup. He takes it, looking like he’s deep in thought.

“You’re right” he says looking at you again with a smile, but it seemed a bit hollow, like he didn’t truly believe it. You decided to not push the matter further for now as your 9 year old barges into the living room from his room. “ Dad! Look” he says excitedly, he had fashioned his blanket into a cape. You smile wiggling your eyebrows at your husband.

He goes to play with him and your 6 year old joins in, playing as a villain.

You thought the ruckus in your house would never stop as your family spent their day off playing heroes and villains and god whatever else came to their creative brilliant little minds. Your husband played along with all of it.

By the end of the night, the kids were so worn out, getting them to bed was a dream. They were sleeping pretty much the second their heads hit the pillow.

You were in your bedroom, getting ready for bed as Yagi joined you. “Hey, I wanna talk to you about something when you have a moment.” You tell your loving husband as you put on your baggy sleep shirt. “What’s on your mind, darling?” He inquired.

“ I want another kid.” You blurt out, looking away, worried about his reaction. A breath hitches in his throat causing him to cough. “Y/n, Im not sure that would be a good idea, the kids would have a pretty big age gap and I don’t know if I could keep up with another kid…” he says, nudging you to face him, putting a finger under your chin to lift it, getting you to look at him.

“I know… but I miss being pregnant” you trail off. “Why would you want another child with someone like me? When we had our boys I was still All might, I still had something to offer.” He confesses quietly. Doubts swirling in his mind. It was true, you had your youngest long before his quirk became nearly un usable. It always worried him, not being able to protect his family anymore, he also thought you would lose your interest in him. To his surprise you had stayed steadfast in your love and adoration for him.

You shoot him a glare, “I love you no matter what Toshi, You have so much more to offer than just being a hero and I still don’t care what form you’re in.” You tell him, giving him a reassuring peck. In all honesty, if you had the time and he had the energy, you’d have a gaggle of kids by now. You’d be jumping his bones at every and any opportunity. Sadly tho, with your family keeping both of you busy and his injuries hindering his sex drive, that hasn’t been a possibility.

“I don’t know” he says nervously. “Just think about it, even if the answer is no, I would appreciate you giving it a thought.” You tell him, looking at him with a slightly sad look. He caught it immediately but didn’t say anything about it, giving you a nod.

Getting in bed, you fall asleep tho a little restless, he on the other hand couldn’t sleep. Toshis thoughts were racing.

He wanted to give you want you want. He always had. But at the same time he was unsure if he could handle another kid. Yagi loves his boys and would do anything in his power for them. Could he have another?

Before he knew it, the blaring alarm, rays of sunshine and tussling from your side of the bed awoken him from a slumber he didn’t even realise he was in. He keeps his eyes shut, trying to get a little more sleep while you get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen.

Cheerful giggles fill your home and delightful smells of food tingle the nose. Toshi shuffles towards the kitchen, stopping when he sees you three. Playfully preparing breakfast. The youngest is holding the spatula, while the oldest is getting things out of the fridge to set on the table. You’re cutting up fruit as you giggle at your youngest making goofy faces.

They look so much like a younger version of their father. You always wonder where your genetics disappeared to.

The breakfast was delicious, even if Toshi couldn’t eat a whole lot and everyone was all giggles. Today was the end of the weekend, meaning the boys needed to clean up their rooms and do all their homework. And man does Yagi find it sexy when you go into teacher mode. You run a tight ship. The boys already know the routine.

Your husband’s heart flutters as he watches you help your oldest do his math as the youngest also listens tho he clearly doesn’t fully understand what you’re going on about. Maybe he truly does want another kid.

Getting back to the bedroom, the boys clean and in bed, getting ready to go to sleep yourself. Toshi comes out from the shower a beautiful wide sparkling smile on his face. “I think I’m okay with trying for another.”

“What?” You question, what he said not quite registering. “ I want another baby, unless you’ve changed your mind, dear” He explains, his smile slightly faltering. “Really?!” You whisper shriek. He nods, his smile even brighter than before, you swear that smile could make you melt if you looked at it long enough.

You smash your lips into his, pulling him into a passionate kiss as you pull him closer by the drawstrings on his pj pants. “Are you sure?” You say catching your breath. “Yes.” He chuckles. As you make your way towards your bed.

He gently pulls the shirt you just put on over your head, throwing it on the ground together with his pj pants. He’s already starting to pitch a tent in his underwear. He’s gently kissing down your neck as you gently play with his hair. He reaches your breasts, gently nuzzling one as he squeezes the other, a gentle hum escaping you.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n” he says, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He gently suckles on in, soon switching to the other. “ I wish we had time to do this more often” you murmur. He chuckles lowly, kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to your core.

He gently nibbles on the soft supple skin of your inner thigh, earning a slight arch of the back from you.

He gently removes your panties, rubbing a finger in your folds. Soon his tongue follows. He’s eating you out like it’s his last supper, earning moans and groans from you, your hand stuck in his hair unable to contain your pleasure. You can feel a mile on his face as he gets you this riled up. He knows he can’t last as long as he used to, so he makes sure you feel as good as possible before the main act.

Euphoria hits you as your muscles clench, begging for a release. His tongue hits your clit perfectly, throwing you off of the cliff, bliss clouding your mind.

“ I need you” you moan, as Toshi gets back on top of you while you try to push his underwear off. He assists you revealing his massive member. Even after all these years, you’ve still never quite gotten used to it. Didn’t help that he was gone so often. “ I love you, y/n” he tells you as he’s lining himself up, giving you a deep, passionate kiss. It feels like he needs you, in a way that could never be described. It’s so loving yet needy.

“ Are you ready, sweetie?” He groans. “Yeah” you moan in anticipation. He gently pushes into you, giving you a bit of time to adjust. You roll your hips into him, signalling for him to move.

The thrusts are slow, deep and sweet. He’s making love to you like it’s the first time, no matter how many times you’ve been in this situation. He’s always just so sweet and caring. His hips roll into yours so naturally, like you’re made for each other. Youre both trying to keep it down, but it feels so good that some quiet groans escape both of you. Yagis pace quickening as his climax is getting closer.

You pull him closer, your nails gently grazing his back. He’s kissing your neck, sucking on the skin here and there but not hard enough to leave marks. Your becoming more and more breathless as you get closer to your second cumming.

His thrusts become jagged and less rhythmic as you feel him twitch in you. A few more thrusts later, you climax again, him following shortly after. He stays inside as his seed shoots into you, his breaths short and body being held up by just his elbows. Yagi shoots you a bright smile, kissing your cheek. “Hopefully that did the trick” he chuckles, slowly pulling out and laying down next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” you beam, sending him a wink, a deep blush gracing his cheeks.

“I love you, y/n”

“I love you too, Toshi”

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[eggtartz]

✧ 1st October ✧

All Might // Big Boy (f! civilian reader)

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warnings : belly bulge, petnames, creampie, size kink

no matter in which form toshinori, his height and his size in general would always win againts you. despite being a plump one, your height isn't really helping (or it's just the fact that toshinori is almost seven foot tall) you couldn't compete toshinori in any way but the older man developed a kink over the state.

how he adores your hands in his big ones, your still small hands although he's in his skinny form. how you would struggle to reach out to kiss him, toshinori having to bend over every single time. how he loves the height difference and how it's obviously too.

how he enjoys how you struggle to take him during sex, how you need a lot of prep before having him inside because once he was too hasty and ended up hurting you. lube is a must, your juices are simply not enough for someone his size. it started as an observation, how small you looked while being under and soon he realized that's the exact thing that gets him busting a nut inside you.

it was an exhausting day for both you and toshinori as you two huffed on the couch, your body spread wide on his lap. "toshii..." you whined, pawing his hero costume that got his attention. he smiled knowingly, unzipping the suit for you two to share warmth and comfort. you hummed as your small hands rested on his enormous peck. he was content with how comfortable this routine felt, a quiet one after hustle and bustle of the day. however the content quickly turned into something else when he looks down and see how dainty you were. so small, fragile.

he stifled a groan when you accidently grind on his clothed cock, earning a small giggle. "y/n.. if you keep doing that, im gonna-" he let out a growl when he felt your hips grinding down, he almost came. He lifted your body with ease and placed you on his shoulder, slapping your butt as you yelped. "wanna get fucked so bad?" he asked dangerously and your cheeks were warm as you nodded.

he roughly dumps you on your shared bed "stick your dirty fingers in that pussy, i want it wet and prepped, you hear me?" he holds your chin to look up at him earning a nod. you hastily took off your pencil skirt while he teased you by slowly undoing his, making you whine as you plunged your fingers into your already soaking pussy. you used two fingers and whined again "toshinori, its not enough, need you to do it" he smiled, his top already off. "your fingers are not big enough, darling?" he purred "n-no.. yours are much bigger.. need it.."

"if you say so"

he was quick to place two fingers inside to stretch your gummy walls earning a wanton moan from your lips, his hands grabbing two tits in one hand that showcased how big his hands are. he whispers sweet praises into your ear that went his fingers went to flicked your clit, you were already having an orgasm

"my sweet girl. you think you can handle more?" he asked gently, nudging the mushroom of his cockhead at your salivating pussy. "yes please..." you asked oh so sweetly, he'd be a horrible person to decline.

He inserted slowly, enjoying how your small body clung on him as you scratched his back with pleasure. making small thrusts, he took one boob in his mouth as you squeezed your eyes tight "ah.. so... bignnh" you slurred as his tongue lapped on your nipple "but you can take it right? take everything, sweetheart" you panted as he kept pushing inside, venturing to places so deep inside you. your breathing hitched when you finally felt his hip and his balls against your ass. "toshi,, please.., fuck m-" you screamed as he thrusted violently as he panted "damn it.. so tight," he muttered under his breath as you moaned his name. "gotta make sure i fuck you daily, get this hole loose" he grunted as he pressed you down the bed. he easily lifts you as you lay sideways and uses your arms as levers to thrust in deeper. "o-oh.. fuck.." you were getting dizzier as he thrusts with force and nibbles on your earlobe. "i'm gonna cum.. fuck, fucking look at you.. so pretty, so small. fuck!" cum spurted inside you as you lay down feeling already full.

"you didn't think we're finished did you?"

how delicious it is seeing the slight bulge of his cock inside of your stomach makes him groan at how small you are compared to him, so small and vulnerable. so easy to just toss you around and use like a doll. "yeah.. one more.." he coaxed you into another orgasm, you were drooling on the bed sheets "t-toshi.. so full.." you mumbled, feeling stuffed and filled to the brim with how much he has came inside you.

he pulls you up, his chest on your back as he used your arms as support, thrusting inside you in a slow and sensual pace "shit.." his american accent came out "you feel too good, darling.. need to fill you everyday, would you want that?" he whispered againts your ear as you moaned, feeling lightheaded and full of pleasure. "yes.. everyday.. mmh.." your tits bounced as sweat and saliva coated your skin and his. he groaned again and came with a shiver, thrusting his cum slowly into your weeping pussy. you collapsed on the body and twitched, cum oozing out frok your exhausted pussy.

again, toshinori is fascinated to see such a small body is able to keep in so much cum.

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Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.

 At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 

 Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…

 “ Keigo !”

  …to smile.

 Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 

 Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning...

 And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 

 It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 

 “ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”

 “ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”

 He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world.

 “ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”

 You nod your head. “Yes, please.”

 He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 

 Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 

 “ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”

 All from him.

 You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 

 And so, you thank him again. 

 “ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”

 “Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-

 “Anytime at all.”

[kyojurismo]

tags : fem!reader, spider-man au, reader gets kidnapped by a criminal, mention of injuries and blood, first kiss, bkg fell first & i got a little carried away alright bear w me.

notes : i just can’t help it, i had to write something about him as spider-man and here we are. across the spider-verse motivated me even more i guess . . . anyway, enjoy !! <3

special tag : @doumadono ♡

part two

spider-man!bakugo who happens to be your classmate, you find yourself study with him since he’s very smart and doesn’t even has to try. the annoying part? he’s popular and girls are all over him, so you’re often disturbed during your studying sessions.

spider-man!bakugo who starts developing feelings for you, finds himself staring at you as you focus on your notes and books, follows your figure in the corridors making sure you’re okay.

spider-man!bakugo who often finds himself checking on you while doing his usual patrols. you never notice him of course, he makes sure of it.

spider-man!bakugo who one day happens to hear you talking about him— well, about spider-man. he’s curious to hear your opinion about him.

“well, i’m glad someone is out there helping capturing criminals, but . . .” your friend shrugs, searching another article about spider-man. “look. he almost let this poor man fall from a balcony while trying to stop this criminal,” she points out.

you chuckle at her words, surprising her. “he can’t control civilians’ reactions, y’know. i think he’s doing a good work and he makes me feel more safe when i walk alone at night,” you confess, smiling. “we shouldn’t be too judgemental, i’m sure he’s doing his best.”

after hearing your words bakugo covers his mouth with his palm in attempt to hide his growing smile.

spider-man!bakugo who discovers some criminal kidnapped you and is using you against the police. he’s quick to arrive to the scene and enter inside the building, careful to not being noticed by the criminal pointing a gun to your head.

“please, lemme go!” you cry as you grip the criminal’s arm desperately, tears rushing down your warm cheeks. you can feel he is nervous, and that’s not good at all. he would probably shoot you if the police tries to come inside.

“they saw my face! i’m fucked! shit, i’m so fucked!” he screamed, shaking you and pushing the gun against your temple more harshly.

bakugo crawls on the ceiling, watching closely. he then quickly uses his web to disarm the man, immobilising him to the ground and then reach your shaking figure. “are you hurt?” he asks you, appearing in front of you.

“s-spider-man?” you raise your hands to touch his chest and shoulders to make sure he’s real and you’re not already dead or something. “yeah, it’s me. did he hurt you?” he sounds anxious, even though you seemed alright.

“uh i… yeah, i’m okay,” you check your figure and you don’t see any trace of blood or anything, then you raise your eyes to look at his masked face. “good. i gotta go now,” he hears the police starting to enter inside and he’s quick to rush through the back to exit the building.

“w-wait!” you turn and watch him, once his head turn to look at you you speak again. “thank you for saving me,” you smile at him. bakugo nods and then runs away, without being noticed by the police.

you couldn’t see it because of the mask, but katsuki smiled back at you.

spider-man!bakugo who feels good at the thought of being out there to protect you, to save you if needed. he has another reason to fight for his city.

spider-man!bakugo who bumped into you while running away from a scene after he succeeded in capturing the criminal. “careful, princess!” he shouts before running past you, before using his web to swing away. you feel your heart skipping a beat at the petname.

spider-man!bakugo who’s constantly debating about telling you his true identity, hoping that it would provide him at least a chance to be with you but also remember that it would put you in danger.

spider-man!bakugo who one night jumped into your window, falling on the floor and hitting your desk. you scream as you jump to your feet, scanning the figure lying on your floor… bleeding.

“oh my god… can you… hey!” you kneel beside him, checking the side of his stomach bleeding. you were about to remove his mask, as a way to help him breathing better but he’s quick to grab your wrist, almost scaring you. “don’t.”

you gulp and simply get up, reaching the bathroom and looking for a first aid kit. then you rush back into your room to medicate him. “what happened?” you ask as you start working on the injury. “i got shot, but the bullet passed through so it’s fine,” his voice is strained and visibly in pain but he doesn’t flinch as you medicate him. “it’s fine?! it seems like you’re bleeding to death!”

bakugo’s eyes search for your face and notices you’re actually worried about him. once you’re done you help him to your bed, helping him lying comfortably enough. you were lucky your parents weren’t home that night.

“i’m sorry,” he then speaks as you go back to your desk. “ah? sorry for what?” you turn your head for a moment, seeing spider-man lying in your bed was truly a sight. “coming to you, entering out of nowhere.”

you shake your head and then try to focus on the rest of your homework. you can feel him stare at your figure and it distracts you a bit, so you sigh and close your books a bit too loudly as you cringe. you get up and go check on him again, when you try to remove his mask once more he flinches away, stopping you.

“i need to check if you have a fever,” you explain, staring down at him. “i’m totally fine,” he shrugs and tries to sound convincing enough. “sorry, but i don’t really trust the word of a masked vigilante with a very bad injury lying in my bed.”

“i can lie on the floor if you prefer,” he tries to joke before grabbing your wrists as you try again. “okay, listen… you take it off while i keep my eyes closed and then i touch your forehead, what about it?” you try, just wanting to make sure he doesn’t have any infection from the injury. he seems to be thinking about before giving up. “hm.”

you close your eyes and wait for him to take the mask off, then you feel him guiding your hand to his forehead. you sigh in relief as you confirm that he’s alright. you retrieve your hand and wait for a couple of moments. “can i open my eyes now?” you ask him, a bit uncomfortable now that you couldn’t see what he was up to. “not yet.”

his voice is much closer than before and you then feel his breath fanning over you cheek. you shiver as his hand reached for your face and cupped your cheek. your heart starts beating so fast it almost jumps out of your chest before he leans closer and kisses your lips, the kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and lies back down, his face now fully covered.

you open your eyes and glance at him before turning around, trying to hide the embarrassment and the excitement. bakugo smirks from under the mask before closing his eyes, satisfied with his actions.

spider-man!bakugo who notices you’re trying to find out the real identity of spider-man, trying to see if it’s someone from your school. he’s sure you will never find out, he acts completely different when he’s spider-man. his secret is safe . . . right?

[lady-lauren]

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general. 

A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @titan-fodder​ for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️

Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.

Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.

So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.

“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.

“Morning.”

He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.

Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.

The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.

An itch crawls in your throat to make small talk, to fill the silent, awkward void as the elevator doors close and the cables hoist the metal box upwards. But you keep quiet, even if it is a long ride to floor thirty-six.

Lights on the floor numbers flicker, passing the lower levels, only to stop on the main lobby.

You exhale heavily as another sidekick enters the space, this guy bigger than most, making you step back a bit closer to the number one hero.

More people continue to filter in, worker bees about to go to their respective places in the corporate hive.

One after the other, feet shuffle, each new body making you edge closer and closer to the behemoth in the corner. Some have the guts to acknowledge Endeavor, others have wide eyes and try to cram themselves as far away from him as possible.

Endeavor is still hot—literally—without his flames, the heat of his body making the elevator car feel like a sweltering humid day. Like the sun, torrid waves pour from his core, making sweat form at the base of your neck.

The elevator doors finally close, only for them to re-open just one floor up.

Someone leaves, but three more enter. Everyone has to displace like water, make room for the other employees.

You take your final step back before your heeled shoe catches the toe of Endeavor’s boot.

“Sorry,” you mumble, placing your hand on the wall next to him to steady yourself.

The Flame Hero only huffs, casting you a glance before returning his gaze that rests over every head.

“Geez, busy morning, yeah?” Someone breaks the ice, someone nods in return.

“Elevators, huh? They really have their ups and downs.”

You can feel Endeavor groan in annoyance behind you, his broad form just a hair’s width away from you. Your legs are stiff in your heels, back straight as you try to be mindful not to touch or bump him. It’s not that you’re afraid of him, you just dare not be inappropriate with your boss—with the number one hero.

But your efforts to keep a suitable distance between you and your colossal employer fail when, by floor ten, you’re pushed back against him when another influx of people rush the elevator.

“I’m so sorry,” you look up at him as you apologize, craning your neck back against his chest.

“It’s alright.”

When the elevator jolts back to life, surging upward, your balance betrays you. Endeavor catches your hip before you lose yourself to gravity, a large hand keeping you upright.

The touch should be brief—that’s what you expect. Instead, his huge, hot fingers stay put, lingering. His thumb feels like it’s scorching your body at the seam of where your blouse is tucked into your skirt.

Your hair stands on end and you become acutely aware of just how much of you is touching him.

Your back is flush against his chest, his brawny thighs—spread wide—are on either side of your own, which are pressed together with nervousness. The top of your head bumps back against the collar of his shirt, the buttons down his robust chest are scraping against the thin fabric that covers your skin. His strong arm at your side keeps you from bumping into the elevator wall.

The two of you are rocking with the shifting and lifting of the elevator, shoulders bumping into the people next to you; the tall side-kick in front of you is nearly touching your nose with his back.

The elevator car creaks, the cables struggling.

“There’s a weight limit to these things, isn’t there?” A woman whispers near the front.

“Says here 1,500 pounds.” A little guy near the front reads the plaque above the floor buttons.

You can’t see beyond about three people around you, the height of the sidekicks blocking most everyone’s view. But if you had to guess, there’s about twelve people on the elevator, and at least four of the bigger heroes are well over two hundred pounds, Endeavor included.

“I think we’re over capacity, but we should be okay.” A different voice, one that makes people sigh with relief.

When the metal doors glide open on floor twenty, revealing two faces ready to enter the car, it’s Endeavor who speaks up.

“Elevator’s full. Catch the next one.”

No one would dare tell him no.

The rumble of his voice travels down your spine, makes your toes curl in your shoes that are starting to feel too-tight. Your ass is promptly placed at his crotch, the realization of which makes you flush.

Five floors whisk by, the next lit up button about to be reached, only for the elevator to shriek and rumble.

“Oh shit!” Someone yells as the world shifts, as the lights flash and the metal box shakes.

Endeavor instinctively wraps his arm around your middle, his free hand flying forward to stop the sidekick in front of you from crushing you between two muscular bodies.

A few of the ladies scream, a few of the men, too, a high pitched conglomeration of curse words and panic.

“Oh god we’re gonna fall!”

“From how high? What floor are we on?!”

“Fucking hell, we’re gonna die!”

“Endeavor save us!”

The electricity crackles before the lights go out, a faint flicker of hope before casting every face into darkness.

“It’s alright, everyone,” Endeavor sighs as he speaks, his hand rubbing against your side like he’s trying to soothe you, too, “we’re going to be fine. Just no one make any sudden movements.”

“Are we going to fall? Can you save us?!”

“Easy,” he tuts at the voice in the dark, “just stay calm. The elevator has shut down purposely in order to prevent it from crashing. If it was going to fall, it would have already. This is a built-in safety measure.”

“What do we do?” One of the sidekicks asks, eager to save the day.

“We wait.” Endeavor answers, finally pulling his hand off the back of his other sidekick, but not removing himself from you.

“Wait for what?!”

You sigh, resolving to let your weight fall back against your boss, tired of trying to keep yourself from being improper in this situation.

“Be quiet.”

A blue light comes to life near your side after Endeavor fishes his phone from his pocket. He dials a number quickly, pressing the speaker function since he can’t pull his phone to his ear due to the bodies cramped next to him.

“Hello, this is Ellie Vader, how can I help you?” A female voice chirps from the speakers.

“Ellie, it’s Endeavor. The elevator has shut down at my office, me and…” he pauses, ready to take a head count but unable to see in the dark, “quite a few people are stuck.”

“The Elevator Hero is at your service! Make sure no one moves suddenly—no jumping, no banging on the walls—I can be there in about fifteen minutes!”

“Thanks.”

And then the light is gone and people are exhaling in relief.

“There’s an elevator hero?” You mumble up to Endeavor, smiling even if he can’t see it.

“You’d be surprised how many elevators get stuck a day in this city. We’ll be fine.”

The blackout urges people to be quiet. It’s pitch dark, the absence of light making some go still, while others try to feel their surroundings, causing a ripple of “ouch,” “back off,” “don’t touch me,” “that’s my fucking toe.”

Soon, though, a few people are able to maneuver their phones into their hands, and dull screens make the packed space feel less intimidating. Two co-workers even start up a hushed conversation at the front, talking about the department meeting they dread today. Another pair strikes up a forced chat about weekend plans. They’re human, after all, awkward and trying to fill the silence.

Feet aching from heels you did not plan to be planted on metal floor for so long, you shift your weight between your knees, inadvertently rubbing yourself against your boss’s crotch.

“You alright?” Endeavor turns his face down to whisper to you, lips brushing against your ear.

“Mhm, yeah, my feet just hurt a bit.”

“I’m sure they do, given those ridiculous heels you wear every day.”

There’s a playfulness to his tone that you’ve heard from time-to-time. Though now, in such close proximity, it makes you warm, makes your palms sweat.

You murmur without thinking, “Yeah, but they make my legs look good.”

Regretting the words immediately, you press your lips together, ready to bang your head into the guy’s back in front of you.

Endeavor doesn’t respond right away, only chuckles, the arm around your middle retreating. He slides his big hand across your belly, slowly, like he wants you to feel it. Then his fingers are back to your hip, but moving down, down, down until his absurdly large fingertips are trailing the hem of your skirt.

“Indeed they do.” Endeavor speaks more softly than you’ve ever heard him before, just a breath of words for you to hear.

But anyone could hear him if they were paying attention. If anyone were to crane their neck and look back, they’d see the outline of number one hero creeping his fingers up his assistant’s skirt in the dark.

Hot can no longer describe how you feel pressed against him. The temperature goes beyond that—boiling, like he’s on fire and engulfing you even though his quirk is being suppressed. You’re flying far too close to the sun, being sucked into his orbit.

Your fingers clasp in front of you for sanity, knuckles squeezing tightly as you hold your breath.

You’d be a liar if you said you’d never thought about fucking Endeavor.

It’s hard not to think about sex when you look at him. He ticks every primitive mating box: incredibly tall, handsome, the strongest of any pack he’s in. Everywhere he goes, he brings an air of authority with him. Making people cower is almost part of his charm.

Endeavor clears his throat and it makes you jump, the deep sound vibrating against your back. Two fingers come to a halt on the back of your thigh, just a few inches higher than your hem, just a few inches away from touching your backside.

“Are you alright with the work you’ve been given today?” He asks quietly, pointedly to you.

It’s code. You pick up on it right away, as it’s Monday and you’re lucky enough to not have any assignments yet. He’s asking if you’re alright with him touching you.

“Yes, sir—” you lick your lips as you think about what to say in response, “I think it’s going to be a very pleasurable day.”

Someone in front of you snorts, muttering a “yeah, after we get off this goddamn elevator, maybe.”

But the fingers that continue their voyage up your thigh tell you that this elevator calamity is about to be the highlight of your morning.

Endeavor shifts you both, pressing his shoulders back farther against the back wall, giving himself more space to get his huge hand farther up your skirt.

His other hand is quick to act as well. He grasps your ribcage, making you suck in a breath, fingers splayed wide so he can brush the underside of your breast without detection. Your bra stands in the way, an unfortunate barrier, but still your tit jiggles in the cup just enough to send heat straight to your cunt.

The elevator creaks and groans, like a ship baying in the ocean. A few shocked gasps echo around the space, which is the perfect cover for the sound you can’t help but make as your boss’s fingers settle between your legs.

Endeavor spreads the fat of your pressed-too-tightly thighs easily, two thick fingers rubbing against your panties.

A strained sound comes from his throat, like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. His middle finger strokes further between your thighs, pushing against your clit. You see stars for a moment in the dark, pleasure searing down into the pits of your stomach.

You’re both damp. Him from the heat of the elevator, mostly caused by him, anyways, his white shirt clinging to his plush chest. You’re wet between your legs, his touch immediately making your slick pool against cotton.

His fingers are languid but strong, repeating the action of sliding between your covered folds and toying with your clit until your thighs are clenching around his wrist, knees knocking together and shaking.

“Good,” is all he breathes down the back of your neck, concise praise that makes you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid whimpering.

Your head falls back to his chest, breasts heaving as you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself. From the light of a phone screen in the corner, you can barely make out Endeavor’s features. Sharp jaw turned down toward you, thick neck with a pulse thumping as hard as your own. You can barely make out the jagged lines of his facial scar, a firm reminder of whose hands you’re in.

Desperately you want to tilt your head back just a bit more, offer your lips for him to kiss. But you can still hear people all around you, even if you can’t really see them. Coughs and shuffling, mutterings and someone on the phone up front toward the doors swearing that he’s not late, just stuck in an elevator with Endeavor.

It’s hard to grasp the concept that Endeavor is touching you, that he wants to touch you, and made the move himself to shove his fingers against your pussy. You’re just a pretty girl with a simple quirk and a talent for organizing his schedule.

Endeavor manages to pull his burly arm up a bit more on your side, weighty palm curving over your breast until his thumb and index fingers rest at the base of your throat. A contingency plan, you realize, for him to take quick action should you get too noisy.

Long fingers are deft, swift and pushy, pulling your panties to the side so he can really touch you, smear feverish fingertips through your wetness. You bump your head back against his chest in near defeat, eyes screwing shut as you focus on not verbally responding to the gratification of skin upon skin.

He’s good at what he’s doing, too good, playing you like the devil plays his fiddle as his index finger slips into your tight hole and his middle rolls against your clit.

You nearly lose your footing, having to plant one foot back between his stance in order to stay standing. You’re more open for him now, his thumb pushing at the fat of your ass and spreading you. Your cunt sucks in his finger willingly, wet and squishing, making you flush with embarrassment.

But no one seems to notice, there’s no sound of shock, no shadowy figures turning in the dark.

In a fucked up way, it feels like just you and him, a moth sucked into a dangerous flame.

“More?” Barely a whisper into the top of your head, breath hot and lost in your hair.

“Yes,” you sob quickly.

He moves the hand at your neck higher, squeezing just enough to feel blood pumping in your carotid arteries, to keep you quiet.

More than anything, you want to feel full, and he heeds your silent prayer. Endeavor stuffs two fingers into you, middle finger abandoning your clit in favor of curling against your walls. He pumps into you roughly, purposely, each thrust making your stomach tighten. He wants to drive you off the orgasmic cliff, force you to cum in his hand.

And you’re getting close, far more quickly than you’re proud of. His fingers are skilled, cruel, finding that perfect spot inside you that makes you want to scream. But you can’t. You swallow it down, grit your jaw until you hurt. His thumb and ring fingers are mean against your ass cheeks, packed against soft flesh as he coaxes more slick sounds from between your legs.

Endeavor squeezes your throat, once, twice, like he’s urging you, commanding you. Do it, do it.

Delectable jolts race across your nerves, blending together at the apex of your thighs, deep in your belly. His fingers press in deeper, harder, velvety walls rich around him. You can feel every knuckle, feel how he spreads you, vicious and eager, like he doesn’t care that you’re practically dripping into the floor.

Your lashes are fluttering as you fully put your weight back against his chest, content to just feel him. His breaths are steady, calming, like he isn’t pounding his fingers into your cunt. His fingers are thick, insanely so, which only makes you hold in a whisper at how fat his cock must be.

Each press of his fingers makes you jump, makes your stomach tighten like some molten core is forming with every thrust. It all feels too good, like a hot, humid heaven where you’re being stuffed and satiated.

Your hips buck back against him, heels scraping the floor, his hard cock pressing right against the groove of your ass.

Feeling him behind you, Endeavor, number one hero, massive body, forearms straining against you, his cock aching for you, that’s what pushes you over the edge.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. One of your hands flies to the hero’s wrist around your neck for stability.

You absolutely shatter, thighs quivering, cunt cinching, orgasm flooding all your senses like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. Blood rushes to your ears, fills your cheeks, rushes south as you gush. You’re blissfully trapped, waves hitting you from every angle, knocking the breath out of you as you cream all over your boss’s hand.

“Fuck,” you have to say something, have to curse into the silence before you scream and explode.

“Good girl.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers right away. He lingers, pressing his cock against your ass, moving his hand down to tug at your waist and get you to rock back against him. He delights in the friction of you against his slacks, practically purring behind you.

“Hey, what’s that sound?” Someone comments. Immediately you blanch, worried you’ve been caught.

But you hear it too, the cables tugging again, the machine of the elevator humming back to life.

“Oh my god we’re saved!”

“I thought I was going to die!”

It’s a chorus of happiness, one that easily drowns out the slippery sounds of Endeavor finally leaving the sanctuary of your cunt. You squeak at the loss of contact, feeling so very empty as he pushes your skirt down, wipes the mess of his fingers on his pants.

Still, the gigantic man doesn’t quite let you go. He keeps his hands on your hips, keeping you planted right in front of him. To hide the tent in his pants, you assume.

“Hi there!”

The elevator doors finally open on floor twenty-seven to Ellie Vader, smiling with a giant wrench thrown over her shoulder.

“Oh thank god!” One of the elevator passengers flings himself at her, wrapping her in a hug as he dramatically brings himself to tears.

“Goodness, it’s hot in there! Everyone out, elevator is fixed, but we can’t have this many people traveling anymore!”

Eager bodies shuffle out, shoulders bumping, quickly cursing before apologizing.

But Endeavor keeps his hands on you, firm, steady, telling you that you are not to follow suit.

“Thank you, Ellie,” Endeavor’s voice is a bit hoarse, but he gives her a forced smile from the back of the car.

“Any time, pal! It was probably you who weighed down the damn thing, anyways. Now off you go!”

The beaming hero smacks the up button on the outer wall, closing the doors and sending you back on the track to the top floor.

You don’t have time to process fully being alone with Endeavor.

Easily, far too easily, he pushes you against the elevator wall, hands on either side of your head as he cages you in.

Blue eyes spark with flames, low rumbling ones, flicking just hot enough to kiss your skin.

“Cancel everything on my schedule today.”

“B-but sir, you have—”

“I. Don’t. Care. Clear it, or better yet, message one of the other assistants to do so. You’ll be occupied the rest of the day.”

He takes your jaw into his hand as you nod in affirmation. You can still smell yourself on his fingers. Your cheeks squish underneath the might of his grip, and he watches you curiously, quietly, like a lion playing with a fresh catch.

The elevator chimes before he can kiss you.

“Follow me to my office.”

He turns on his heels, marching in a beeline out of the lift and straight to the large double doors of his office. You follow a few beats later, hands quick to find your phone and send out an emergency email to the rest of the support staff to wipe the boss’s calendar clean.

You’re a bit wobbly as you exit the elevator, panties still pushed to the side, but swiftly find your footing. You take long, brisk strides to the looming promise of Endeavor’s office.

Once you enter, he commands you to lock the door, which is not unusual given how he hates to be disturbed while he’s working.

“On the desk,” he has yet to sit down, too busy peeling off his dampened shirt and running a hand through red hair.

His office has always been intimidating. Far too large and nearly empty save his desk and a few couches, the floor to ceiling windows making it feel even more expansive as it overlooks the Musutafu skyline. You feel small against the oak wood of his desk, like a doll placed for decoration as you cross your legs nervously, like he hadn’t just had his hand between your thighs, in your cunt.

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” His words make you prickle with delight as his belt clinks, the leather being slid from his pants without a second thought.

“Thank you.” It’s all you know to say.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” He cages you in again, big palms flat against his desk as he leans down to brush his nose against your throat. “Thought about fucking you since I hired you.”

You’re overwhelmed by him, by his size, by his cologne, his proximity. He’s all encompassing so up close and personal. Your eyes are glued to his musculature, transfixed by the way his shoulders roll, how plush his pectorals are. He could easily crush you with his might, yet his hands are quick and soft as they push and pull at the buttons of your blouse.

“Kiss me.” You demand of him, your lips wet and begging for friction.

He indulges you without a second thought, one hand unclasping your bra as the other holds your chin. His mouth is heavy, hot, rough against yours like he’s taking what he wants. He swallows your moans, slides his tongue past your teeth so he can taste you. Warm, languid movements, consuming and intoxicating. He tastes familiar, like how he smells each day, but exotic, like he’s forbidden. And he should be. Yet your legs are spreading below him and your naked tits pressing against his chest.

“Fuck,” he groans and puts his hand on your back, smushing you close to him, slotting your body against his. He’s too tall for his cock to press against your pussy, yet you can feel it against your stomach, twitching against the seam in his pants. You wiggle yourself against one of his powerful thighs, desperate to feel some kind of contact between your legs.

Endeavor breaks your kiss by tugging at your hair, fingers weaving between the strands so he can pull your neck back and keep you still.

Blue eyes scan your spit stained lips before wandering down, stopping to watch your breasts heave from the breath you lost to your kiss.

“Always knew you’d have perfect tits.” He punctuates his statement by plucking at one of your nipples, rolling the bud between hefty fingers until it pebbles to his touch.

You can’t help but whine as he repeats the action, pinching and pulling just to watch your body’s reaction. He yanks the hand in your hair back, making your spine arch and tits press out further. He plays with your other nipple, balancing the sensations, making you grind down against him as you search for more pleasure.

Dipping his head, he places a long, flat lick across your nipple, leaving a cold trail in his wake.

“Enji!” You lean into the pull he has on your hair.

He sucks your nipple into his mouth, a grunt vibrating across your breast as he circles your sensitive peak with his tongue.

“Like my name in your mouth,” he says between breasts, lathering the other with plenty of attention as well. You shiver at his ministrations, the air conditioning making you bristle in the cold when his heat shifts across your body.

“Enji,” you repeat with purpose, “fuck, you’re spoiling me.”

And you mean it, it’ll be hard to walk into his office and not think of him nursing your tits.

“Just wait, sweetheart. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

You moan, feeling like he already has.

Enji releases your hair, the heel of his hand pushing against your shoulder to get you to lay flat against the papers on his desk. Ink sticks to your sweaty skin.

“Let me see the mess you made.”

Moving your skirt down your hips before you can even process, he opens your legs wide, gigantic hands pushing on the backs of your thighs so your slick, sloppy cunt and soiled panties sticking to your folds are on display.

“Mess you made,” you correct with a breathy giggle, staring up at the ceiling of his office.

“Didn’t hear you complaining in the elevator, sweetheart.” He runs a finger down your folds, your body convulsing at the touch. “In fact, I didn't hear you make much of a peep. Such a good girl, keeping quiet for me.”

“If your cock is anything like your fingers, I don’t know if I can be quiet.”

Enji plays with your messy cunt, curling two fingers against you before peeling the wet cotton away so he can look at you.

“Don’t want you to be quiet,” you both groan as his finger prods your hole, “though I’ll make you hush if you get too loud.”

You flush with a fresh heat as he pulls your panties down your legs, feeling strings of slick pop from where you were sticking to the threads.

“Look at that pretty pussy. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock. You were sucking my fingers so tight earlier.”

You never expected him to be so vocal and it makes you gasp, fingers trying to grip into the clutter of paperwork on his desk.

He’s aware of his strength as he grasps your hip, careful not to hurt you even as his blood simmers and his cock springs from his pants.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, eyes gone glassy as you close them against the fluorescent lights, “please, please.”

He grunts in affirmation, sliding his thick cock over your slippery folds, coating himself. There’s a vein that runs on the underside of him, hot and pounding, moving just right against your clit to make your thighs shake in his hands.

The urge to look at him, to actually see the monstrous cock you’ve been dreaming of, is strong, but his grip is stronger. You can’t move below him, his shoulders and arms working to press and secure you against his desk. All you can do is breathe and wait, feel his fat cock slip and grind against you.

“Deep breath,” he tells you, pressing his leaking tip against your cunt, “might hurt.”

Luckily, the mess Enji made of you makes it easier for him to pop past that first ring of muscle, cockhead hot and mean as his hips cant. He’s not gentle. Quick thrusts that spread you apart fast, make you open and create room for him inside of you.

You feel stuffed just from the first few inches, drunk already on the sounds he’s making. Primal, deep grunts from inside his chest as he stares down at where you’re taking him in, dragging along his length. He bullies his way inside of you, getting off on your whines and squeals as you stretch for him.

Your pussy is sloppy around him, wet squishes as he finds more rhythm against your tight walls.

“Shit, fuck,” you exclaim as he begins to bottom out, russet curls on his pubic bone meeting your clit. All you can think about is him; his fingers digging into your thighs, your name in his mouth, his sweltering body pressing against yours. The smell of sex starts early, sweaty skin melting together as he fully starts to take you.

He’s holding back, you can tell by the way his voice is caught in his throat. He’s keeping all his dangerous muscles, wicked instincts, at bay as he pulls out and presses in again. Rough, fast, but not enough to break you, just make you scream until you bury your face to the side and try to cover your mouth with your arm.

“Atta girl,” he mumbles, moving a bit quicker, snapping his strong hips against you, heavy balls against your ass, “just fucking take it.”

You’re practically folded in half and pinned below him, hips arched off the desk so he can find more leverage to barrel into you. The rhythm makes you swim, lost to the pounding of his cock against your insides. Over and over, in and out, spread wide and squeezing all the same as he has his way with you.

You get lost in the feeling of him in your belly, searing and harsh, fat tip rolling against the spongy spot inside of you until you feel like you might snap. You feel him in your ears, your head pounding with every snap of his hips. You feel him in your toes, lightning zaps of pleasure down your nerves.

“Feel so good, so full,” you know the praise works both ways, makes him flush and swell with pride.

“Yeah? You like being my little cocksleeve?”

You cry out for him because you can’t help it, delight bubbling in your throat every time he plunges in deep. He keeps his pace for a bit, all rushed and blazing, transfixed on watching you suck him in, leaving cream along his shaft. But quickly he gets rougher, more desperate, big hands squeezing from your thighs to your hips.

“C’mere,” but you don’t have to move, just let him pull on you like you weigh nothing.

Enji jerks you upright, cock still seated into your core. Smoothly he stands with you, hands gripping into your ass cheeks as you fling yourself against his chest, trying to get your arms around his massive shoulders.

“I’ve got you.”

He bounces you once, twice, lets you whine into his neck and get used to the new angle. Gravity and his strength make you take all of him in, his cockhead bullying against your womb in the most pleasant way that makes your vision go blurry.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” it’s all you can do to stay sane as he becomes brutal, grunting and groaning as he thrusts up into you. Your nails sling to his dewy skin, losing purchase with every rebound. Pink lines etch into him, blending into freckles on his shoulders.

Your legs burn from being spread around his thick waist, any attempt for you to lock them around his back is useless due to his size. You go pliant in his arms, mouth sucking into his neck to smother your moans. Every hasty drive of his hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time you sink back down. With every sudden movement you feel the entirety of his fat cock; the veins are throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. And he feels you, smells you, aches for you.

“Never gonna get tired of this,” he roars with a bit of laughter, head rolling back as he lets pleasure take over.

“You’re fucking amazing.” And you mean it, awe overwhelming you as you fall against his chest, dwarfed by his brawn. Enji continues to lift you up and down, up and down, on his cock like you’re weightless. And you are to his strength, his muscles are bulging and corded expertly around his body. He’s trained himself to perfection; trained to be the best at everything.

Your hands move to his arms, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his triceps as you cling on for dear life.

He nudges your forehead with his nose, coaxing you to look at him so he can bounce you up a bit higher and capture your mouth with his.

“Can I,” he groans into your lips, “can I cum in you?”

His words make your belly coil, a fissure of revelry racing up your spine.

“Please, yes, fuck yes, cum in me.”

You don’t have it in you to explain your birth control, nor does he seem to care for you to. Your confirmation just spurs him to move faster, balls slapping against your ass so roughly you know you’ll be sore just from skin against skin.

“You first.”

Without breaking rhythm, he takes a step back and sits down in his office chair. You coo as you sit in his lap, his hands still planted on your thighs so he can move you however he pleases. He’s strong enough to bounce you with his hips, his thighs, one hand steadying you as the other dips between your bodies.

His thumb is merciless against your clit. You’re vulnerable to his touch, clit spread and on display from the stretch of his thick cock inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, g-gonna cum, Enji,” you take a deep breath, throwing your head back as you buck and bound in his lap, “gonna scream, shit.”

Enji takes matters into his own hands, literally, continuing to strum your sensitive clit as his other hand clasps onto your mouth. It’s a suffocating feeling, a possessive one, like he’s smothering all your cries so no one else can hear but him.

With the safety of his hand over your lips, thumb arched against your cheekbone, pressing, prodding, you let yourself go.

You cum so hard that the world stops, your ears ring, your body goes limp. Enji’s hips don’t falter, just continue to slam up into you as he chases his own high. You suck around him, pulsing, feeling every inch of him. You’ve never cum around such a fat cock and it just prolongs your pleasure, like his penetration keeps you from squeezing your pleasure out right away. It’s mindless ecstasy, spit against his palm and nails raking down his chest.

“God you’re fucking pretty when you cum,” and his praise only makes it worse, makes your eyes wring until there’s tears down your cheeks and stars behind your eyelids.

And just when you think you’re done, that you’ll find a reprieve to the shattering, over-sensitive pleasure, he cums inside of you.

He stops to ride out his orgasm, cock throbbing, pulsing, spurting inside you until you feel fuller than you’ve ever felt. Stuffed so tightly with his cock, his cum gushes from where your cunt grips around him, messy and hot and spilling over your thighs and his. The sound he makes is breathless, all open-mouth and head lolled back as he purrs, satiated to find release in your cunt.

You can’t help but mumble nonsense against his hands, blissed-out praise of how good he feels, how you love feeling his cum. After a few heartbeats, his hand slips from your face, instead reaching back to run through his hair, catching the sweat beating down his forehead.

“Oh my god,” reality sets in as you lean forward, burying your face into his neck, drunk off the afterglow of sex, but aware enough that the smell of him reminds you that you just fucked your boss on a Monday morning.

“You alright?”

He pets your hair, palm burning down your back as you both come back down from whatever orgasmic plane you were shot into.

“Yeah, just,” you groan as you shift in his lap, his cock still hard and buried so deep in your cunt that you know you’ll feel his ghost for days, “just coming to terms with this.”

Enji laughs, deep and proud, and the rumbles of his chest make you jump.

“Thought I broke you for a moment there. Sorry, sometimes I forget myself. My strength, really.”

Clearly, your heads are not in the same place. He’s worried about your body while you’re worried about repercussions.

“No, you were—this was great, seriously, fucking you is…wild.” You shift in his lap, audibly moaning as you sit up straight, still stuffed full of him. “But you’re not going to fire me, are you?”

He laughs again, looking down at you in his lap with glee in his icy eyes. Running his hands down your shoulders, he hums, smiling.

“Fire you? No, no. Might promote you, though. Make sure you do more important things than just schedule my media appearances.”

He’s being playful, just as love-drunk as you are from sex, and his smile makes you warm, like he’s washing away all your fears.

You kiss him because you feel like you can, like you have the authority to just lean up and take what you want from him. He groans into your mouth, lips matching the movements of yours. It’s nice to kiss him, to take your time and feel him against you; breasts to chest, arms weaving around one another, necks turning and thighs clenching.

“Yeah,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before stretching his arms over his head, “I’m going to keep you, that’s for sure.”

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sleepy!keigo has had me by the throat recently so here’s this half assed ficlet because it’s the middle of the night and i’m fucking exhausted

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sitting on your bed trying to get some work done when there’s a soft rap at your balcony door before it opens and closes again. the familiar winged man ditches his flight jacket on the floor, his glasses and headphones finding their place on the nightstand soon after, and throws himself onto the bed next to you.

“hey kei,” you say, setting your laptop on the beside table. you turn on your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow.

keigo mumbles a greeting and turns to look at you. you realize how exhausted he looks. noting the dark circles under his amber eyes and the fact that his normally tamed facial hair is longer than normal.

“you look tired,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“patrols have been kickin’ my ass,” he explains, falling back into the pillow. “i get so sick of being a hero sometimes.”

keigo lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding when you pull him to your chest. he practically melts into you when you start running your fingers through his hair. “i worry about you birdie. you need to start sleeping more.”

“‘m trying,” he mumbles. “i promise ‘m trying.”

“shh, i know baby. i’m proud of you. rest now, okay?”

keigo nods into your chest, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as his eyes slip shut.

“love you,” he breathes, slowly being lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

you press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you. rest now birdie.”

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Crumbling fortress

Characters : Dabi/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Chocking/ Creampie/ Fluff/ Angst/ One Shot

Notes : This was supposed to be a silly little filthy drabble but I donno what happened, why did I turn it into a soft passionate long ass piece? No idea tbh.. so enjoy!

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_ "You are my hero, Touya." you smile languidly as you utter, a sense of tranquility is spreading through your veins and a pleasant warmth is replacing the carnal desire of earlier.

Touya.. hero..

He hates that, hates the words leaving your mouth as soon as they do, why must you ruin these rare moments of peace with your unwanted weird kind of fluttery? Why must you remind him of the person he once wished to become but never succeeded? Were you perhaps mocking him?

_ "Quiet now, I don't need to hear this." stern and frustrated as his steely voice reaches you, lips smashing against your abused ones as if to silence you, and they do, fogging up your brain and melting you under his rough touches.

Your warm coated walls tense up around the awakening stiffness still grazing your insides while stifled whimpers mix with the wet sounds of your lips molding sloppily together.

Your nails pierce the patchy skin of his neck and shoulder, adding more marks to the already existing ones you shaped there moments ago, your strained legs wrap loosely around his skinny waist as your overstimulated core prepares for another round.

_ "Fuck.. you're already squeezing me so tight." he mumbles into the kiss, tugging on your lower lip playfully before rolling his hips once.

_ "Wait, give me a second, please." your whines only trigger his lasciviousness further, coaxing him to thrust into your sopping heat again.

_ "Touya.. Touya please, not so hard." there you go again, calling him by the name he has long since abandoned.

Touya..

Maybe it was foolish of him to reveal his ultimate secret to you when he did in one of his rare moments of vulnerability, maybe it would have been better if you learned about it like everyone else had, maybe then you would have stopped viewing yourself as someone special to him.

_ "Stop using that name." he sits up quickly and unsteadily, drawing yet another mewl out of you as his hips shift against your own.

Your eyes well up as they gaze into his gleaming turquoise irises, his fingers caress your sides and move up slowly to squeeze your perky breasts in a teasing manner, before one of his hands grasps onto your neck threateningly, because if you're not going to stop using that infernal name, then maybe he should force you.

_ "T.. Touy.." you gasp the word once more, stopping yourself when it finally hits you that you've done it again, you've upset him.

You are not stupid, you know full well the strain that name puts on him, the pain he endured while carrying it around and while tossing it away, you had the chance to see him -the real him- as he disclosed his truth to you, and now you're nothing but a reminder of it all.

You are stupid, pushing your way into his life in the worst of manners and wishing he would appreciate it but he doesn't, "I'm sorry, Touy.. Dabi."

You cradle the hand pressing lightly on your neck, caressing the tense fingers with your shaky ones before repeating more confidently, "I'm sorry Dabi."

You're not afraid of his tightening grasp, you realize you deserve it for spewing nonsense so carelessly, though it was your only way of showing him that you're here, that he doesn't have to be alone anymore, that he truly is a hero in your eye, but it was the last thing he needed to hear.

Hero..

So yeah, you are stupid.

_ "I'm all yours, Dabi, so do whatever you want to me." and you mean it, your trust in him is unshakable, always has been.

_ "Alright angel, brace yourself because I won't go easy on you this time." and there it is, that seductive smirk you so much adore.

A strangled squeal pushes its way out of your throat as he starts thrusting mercilessly into your heat, setting an unforgiving pace from the get go.

Your eyes roll back as a tingling sensation spreads throughout your body, and a chuckle leaves his lips when you desperately claw at his forearm.

_ "Listen to this babe, you're so wet for me it's driving me nuts." he hisses fervently, nodding towards the obscene sloshing noises and sticky mess connecting you, his remark gains him another smothered whine and a trembling squeeze on his pulsating cock as a deep blush heats up your cheeks.

You're too far gone, lost in an overwhelming pleasure and a tinge of pain that twists your guts and pushes you closer to a second orgasm.

He is as well, his irratic movements and blazing eyes, his clenched jaw and shallow breathing, his taut grip around your neck and grunts of your name moving past his parted lips, are a testament to a built up delight that's about to crumble.

Your mind travels back briefly to the moment you had laid eyes on him for the very first time some years ago, his peculiar looks and quirky personality mesmerized you from the beginning, and although you only knew him as Dabi like everyone else did at the time, you were still certain this man was so much more than his formidable power, and you were right.

Touya..

You were stubborn as you clawed your path inside his head, and no matter how many times he had pushed you away, you still found a reason to stick to him even though you knew he would never open up his heart to you.

But you were wrong.

Touya..

Your tears betray you when you finally snap out of the distant memories, rolling down your face and onto the pillow beneath your head. You wish to call out his name again but you know you shouldn't, settling for reaching out a trembling hand and caressing his stapled cheek as a longing smile appears upon your features.

Your mind is fuzzy and your body is tingling, wether it is due to your approaching orgasm or to the long fingers squeezing your neck tighter with each second, you don't know, and frankly you don't even care.

_ "Are you alright angel? Is this too much?" his stern glare suddenly turns into a gentle one, and his animalistic plunges slow to an almost halt.

You wonder what he's doing when you finally heave an uninterrupted breath, watching through tear filled eyes as the harsh fingers around your neck come up to cradle your cheek.

You don't need to call his real name to know that you've breached his facade, because moments like this are proof enough.

_ "I'm okay Dabi, I'm just.. I'm so happy." you truly are.

He seems to relax a bit hearing your words, chuckling softly and leaning in to kiss your lips again, tenderly this time, while his hips start moving a little faster as he picks up the pace.

He swallows your whimpers and deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to taste your warm cavern before licking a perfect stripe leading to your bruised neck where he pecks the finger shaped marks gently.

He tried so hard -he truly did- to keep your relationship purely physical, to keep you at arm's length and make it easier to walk away whenever, but he kept falling deeper and deeper for you without even realizing how it happened. It freaked him out and still does, and it has become harder to deny and pretend that he can still let you go.

_ "Dabi, I'm close, so close." you thread your fingers through his luscious locks as the feeling of his lips against your skin and the veiny shaft stroking your insides, send a shiver up your spine.

_ "Me too babe, fuck! I can't hold it in much longer." the mumbled groans between his kisses are heavenly, and the deep thrusts of his cock are coaxing your orgasm.

You cry out unintelligibly when he bites down on your flesh, your back archs off the bed at the sudden sharp feeling of his teeth, while you give in to an uncontrollabe spasm that accompanies your release.

His hips pound into your quivering cunt erratically, and his teeth sink deeper into your sensitive skin while he prepares to fill you up once more. His arms squeeze you tightly between them as if you would disappear if he doesn't, groaning shakily as ropes of pearly seeds erupt from his raging tip to coat your slippery walls.

His thrusts slow down as his twitching hips move shallowly against your own until they finally stop, he releases your abused flesh from between his teeth and collapses on top of your spent body, head is fuzzy and eyes already barely open after your eventful night, if not for your next words that jerk him awake.

_ "Touya, or Dabi, I don't care what you want me to call you, because I love you no matter who you are, and this is something that will never change."

Silence, suffocating silence, but it doesn't matter, you aren't expecting anything in return anyway, you are content just being near him and you would never dare wish for more.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep as a satisfied smile makes its way to you, though you regretfully miss his confession.

_ "I love you too, I swear I do, and I will not fight it anymore." the words are strange to him, but he is determined to get used to them as he holds you securely to his chest with the promise of repeating them again and again, until they finally sink into his brain and yours.

[dekustowel]

[01: that time he fucked up]

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year’s hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan’s most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it’s a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn’t matter at all, right? it’s a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.

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FUN FACT: Bakugou spent the last year in America on a top secret mission, and well as you know, he’s only just gotten back this morning.

FUN FACT #2: Mina and Kirishima are married! They got married directly out of highschool, and after retiring from being pro heroes they both began running businesses.

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Power Dynamics (Shouta Aizawa x Female Reader 1.7k)

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“What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?”

Shouta was fuming, staring down at his S/O, who was covered in all kinds of dirt and grime. It was supposed to be a peaceful day off for the two of them, but all hell broke loose around them after a villain attack. When they noticed what was happening, the pair had just left the bakery, picking up a small cake for after dinner that night. It was a robbery gone wrong, turned into an all-out war in the area between a group of lowly villains and heroes.

“Shou, you know I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing!”

“Yeah! And instead, you put that child and yourself in danger! You could have died. Do you not realize that?”

Shouta was pacing back and forth as the two argued in their shared apartment. Shouta couldn’t deny he was overprotective of his quirkless partner, but he had every right to be after what they did! Unfortunately, instead of going somewhere safe while Shota and the other heroes took care of the situation, she ran into the line of fire to help save a child. Being heroic is admirable, but not when it can cost your life.

“I get that I’m not as strong as you or the other heroes, but I’m not a damsel in distress, Shota! I can take care of myself!”

Shota’s eyes narrowed in response to her claim, his pacing slowing down until he stood right before her. Within a blink of an eye, she was pinned against the wall by Shota’s body, his hands holding tightly onto her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him in this position, his anger all the more evident up close.

“Fine, if you can handle yourself, push me off.”

“Shota… this isn’t funny” She wasn’t scared or nervous at all, even with his angry gaze staring straight into her soul. Shouta would never hurt her. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind. But this blatant display of the power he held over her angered her yet set a warmth coursing through her body.

“Show me how you would get free… show me how you would have protected yourself against the villain from earlier.” As he spoke, his fingers ran up the sides of her body, easily grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

Shouta leaned in until his nose brushed against hers, the air between the two thick with tension.

“Show me”

She knew she was supposed to be focused on breaking free, but she couldn’t help but be distracted by how close her lover was. His husky voice and his almost bruising grip on her wrists keeping her in place were intoxicating. It all made her mind wander. Neither seemed to be backing down, holding each other’s stares until the dam finally broke between them.

Sparks flew the moment their lips met in a heated passion, the mutual anger fueling the lust between them. It wasn’t often they had arguments like this, but in the heat of the moment, it always dissolved into this. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, letting go of her wrists he had pinned above her head to grab at her plush hips instead. He loved how her body felt in the palms of his hands, and any chance he got, his hands were roaming her body.

As soon as her wrists were free, she grabbed at his clothes, yanking his sweater over his head. As soon as it was off, he slipped his hands under her shirt, attempting to unclasp her bra. He didn’t get the chance to take it off as she pushed him away, his back hitting the hallway wall. They had been slowly shuffling towards the bedroom in the heat of the moment. But she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Her lips were on his neck, slowly sucking and kissing at his skin as she trailed down his chest till she was on her knees in front of him. She wasted no time working on unbuckling his belt, eventually tugging his pants and boxers down enough to let his cock free.

Even with how angry he was with her, Shota didn’t mind letting her take control of the situation, at least when she didn’t tease him. The way she licked at the tip of his half-hard cock, gently blowing air on it, making him shiver, made his eyes narrow as he looked down at her.

“Stop teasing”

“Make me”

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake. The way his eyes widened in surprise just before that shit-eating grin appeared on his lips. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand, yanking down hard enough to jerk her head up to look at him.

“Open”

He could have forced her right away, pushing his cock against her lips till she relented, or dug his fingers into her jaw until she opened up. But this way was better, having her do it of her own free will, knowing she got herself into that situation by being a brat. It was a silent battle of wills as the two stared each other down, but after a few moments, she relented, slowly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. Seeing her finally give in made him grin, admiring the view for a moment before he leaned forward, spitting into her mouth.

“Good girl”

Before she could react, Shota shoved his cock into her open mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She was so surprised that she gagged around his length, not that Shota cared. He started face fucking her without allowing her to adjust, controlling her pace with his grip on her hair.

“Can’t be a fuckin brat with my cock in your mouth.”

She was already a mess, drool running down her chin, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the force. But the best part was the expression on her face, watching as she slowly gave in, the anger fading into something more... submissive. He loved seeing her like this. He would never get enough of it. He moved his free hand to her cheek, gently wiping one of the tears that had run down her cheek. Even as he used and abused her mouth for his pleasure, the tenderness between them was always there.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long with that sinful mouth of hers. As much as he would love to cum there, he had better plans. When he pulled her off his cock he helped her back onto her feet, his arms wrapping around her.

“Jump” His palms gripped her ass when she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on to him. “God, you are going to be the death of me,” He mumbled before kissing her again, slowly making his way toward their bedroom. He somehow managed to kick the door open, the two stumbling into the room. Shota quickly tossed her onto the bed, making quick work of yanking her clothes off.

He took a moment to stand by the edge of the bed once she was undressed, perched on the bed, waiting for him with spread legs. He couldn’t help but admire his beautiful partner in front of him, each curve of her body, every blemish and imperfection he adored. Even when she was insufferable, throwing herself out in front of a villain to protect a child and putting herself in danger, he wouldn’t stop loving her.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.”

He snorted at that comment, rolling his eyes as he climbed on the bed with her. “Talking a lot of shit for someone who just had a dick in their mouth.” She was going to fire back with another snarky comment, but Shota was already lining up with her cunt, running his cock through her folds. “This soaked just from being a good girl on your knees for me? I’m flattered.”

Before she could respond, he had already sunk his cock into her, giving her no grace period before starting to fuck her. He was brutal with his thrusts, slamming his hips into hers with enough force to knock the breath out of her. “Fuck Shota!” She was clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold on to something.

It wasn’t anger that was driving him anymore, but fear. The fear of losing the love of his life to a villain or losing her at all. He needed to be close to her and forget about everything, and that’s precisely what he did.

They couldn’t get enough of each other. The desperate need to be one, it was electrifying for them. Neither spoke, only muffled moans and whines echoing in the room and the sound of skin slapping together.

They both knew when the other was close to their release, her cunt getting tighter around his cock, his moans growing more frequent. The silence between the two was broken when she finally spoke up. “Come inside me... Please” She was breathless, struggling to speak as he seemed to speed up his thrusts, bringing her right over the edge.

With a final cry of pleasure, she reached her high, Shota following shortly behind her. It washed over her in waves, her entire body trembling as the two held on to each other. She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. The tension seemed to leave both of their bodies as they rode out their highs.

Neither spoke as they lay in each other’s arms, trying to catch their breath after such explosive highs. But soon, Shota pulled her closer until she lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his arm slung around her body.

“I can’t lose you, Y/n... You’re too precious to me.” His confession was barely above a whisper, as though he was nervous even to say it. He knew the risks of becoming close to people as a hero, which was why he hadn’t had a lover in years until she came along.

He would just have to protect her from the world.

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Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

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You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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[gojou-violin]

perfect timing

☽ 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 𝒯𝒲𝒪 ☾

| pairing: alpha!shoto x fem!omega!reader x alpha!bakugo

| warnings: 18+ MDNI a/b/o, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, double penetration, mild temperature play, breeding kink, knotting.

| wc: 4.9k

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It felt normal at first… Like any other day when I was bored around the house with nothing to do and nowhere to go, I decided to clean. Simple as that. Cleaning. Lots… Lots of cleaning. I thought that maybe it was because I was bored or stressed because I started first thing in the morning and continued throughout the entire day without so much as taking a break for lunch or to put my feet up for a bit. Every time I thought I was done, I turned into a new room of the apartment and found something else that needed to be cleaned. Dishes in the kitchen, clothes that needed to be thrown into the laundry, shelves that needed to be dusted, trophies and picture frames that needed to be polished. After I had done all of that, I swore there was nothing else to do until the laundry was done.

The boys came home earlier than I expected. When they left in the morning, they kissed me as I groggily told them to be safe and they said they’d be back later sometime after dinner. Instead, they came home around 3PM. They caught me sitting on the bed in my pajamas, my favorite pillows tucked around me, my blanket over my crisscrossed legs, the laundry in front of me in a large pile that I was working on folding up neatly one article at a time.

Shoto was the one to point it out. He scrunched his nose, sniffing noticeably, and hissed, “I thought we agreed you’d call whenever you started your heats.”

I laughed at him. “I haven’t started—”

Bakugo had to run out of the room suddenly, causing me to freeze and look up at Shoto. Now that the door was open, I could tell that there was a difference between the air I had been surrounded by for about an hour or so compared to the air out in the hallway and the rest of the apartment. Hell, there was even a third scent being thrown into the mix now that Kacchan and Shoto were home.

“You’re supposed to call when you start your rut!” I hissed back at him.

He threw his hands up in defeat. “We tried, but it looks like someone was too busy making a nest on the bed to pick up the phone!”

I looked around myself for a split second, realizing that what he was saying was right. I’d been giving off more scents than I realized for who knew how long, and I’d been cleaning to make the apartment perfect, and I’d snuggled myself up on the bed with my favorite things, including their clothes. It was just innocent cleaning at one point… Wasn’t it?

Shoto’s hands clenched and his stance changed like he was trying to hold himself back. An omega in heat, an Alpha in rut, it was supposed to be the perfect combination, but the three of us never had to deal with it before. Whenever I was starting my heats, I could tell days in advance, giving us enough time to prep. The boys would let me set up my nest wherever I wanted in the apartment, they’d call their respective Pro-Hero companies to let them know that at least one of them had to be at home at all times to watch over me, which meant their schedules were fucked up; and they’d take inhibators to make sure they had some kind of self control while I suffered because sometimes I didn’t want to mate, and that was alright, but their Alpha instincts were stronger than them sometimes. And whenever they’d start their ruts, it was always at different times, so one of them would have to leave the house altogether or else it would start a war, meanwhile I basically was glued to the bed for however many days it took because the two of them were like wild animals when they were in rut. They had to fuck me and fill me up or else they would go insane. What we didn’t account for was our unexpected heats and ruts to align…

“Kacchan started this morning without warning,” Shoto explained. “He tried to take inhibitors when I told him he was starting to trigger mine.” He did his best to hold his breath while he explained, “But it was too late… By the time he’d calmed down, I started, too, and we had to come home.”

So that was why they were back early. And that was why Kacchan left the room suddenly. Out of the two of them, Bakugo was obviously the one less capable of self-restraint. Honestly, Shoto’s ruts were the easiest because he got protective and horny for about two days before he was done, which meant that I just needed to fuck him a few times and he felt better. But Kacchan… The poor thing’s ruts lasted anywhere between five to seven days, and he was needy all the time. There were no breaks when I was with him. He tried his best to hide from me during his ruts because he didn’t want to subject me to being stuck on his knot for a week, but he’d always go back on his own promise, hunting me down in the apartment to breed me the second he laid eyes on me. Out of the two of them, Bakugo was the more protective one, too. He got violent during his ruts. If I mentioned Shoto, or if I was even caught texting him, or if I happened to be watching TV and stared at an Alpha on screen a second too long, Kacchan would get upset. Not with me, though. He never got upset with me. If Shoto was the issue, he’d try to fight Shoto— Which was why they always had to separate during their ruts now. If it was something online or otherwise, Bakugo would try to his ignore his anger by fucking me, to prove that I was his.

“Sho…” I croaked, scared. “What do we do?”

He released his breath. I could see from my spot on the bed that his entire body was shaking now, a brave attempt to keep himself away from me as I was pouting at him, a scared omega in the middle of heat who needed an Alpha to make everything right.

“Baby…” he whispered through a raspy breath, “we gotta get your scent under control first…”

“I can’t,” I whined. I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know I was doing it. I didn’t know when it would stop! I started to panic, which only made things worse, forcing Shoto to expel more of his pheromones, too, in an attempt to calm me down.

“You gotta try for me, baby—”

“I can’t take it anymore!” Kacchan stormed into the room. “I can smell it all the way down the hall!” He scrambled onto the bed while Shoto tried to hold them both back. “I have to—”

“You can’t! It’s their nest!”

“I can’t help it—”

“You have to, Kacchan!”

They both fell onto the ground and started wrestling while growling at each other like Alphas did when they were protecting their omegas. They each thought they were in the right. Shoto was doing his best to guard me because I was in my nest, my safe place; Meanwhile, Bakugo was trying to help us both get through how much we needed each other, even if it meant jumping into my nest. Both of them were giving off too many pheromones in the process. Anger, defense, lust, it all swarmed to the point that I began to panic further. I knew that they could then smell me because they stopped within an instant, forgetting about why they were fighting in the first place, then they ran to my aid. Their omega was upset. I’d spent all day cleaning for them, making everything perfect, and I just wanted everything to be okay—

Bakugo caught me off guard by smothering me in a hug that made me fall back against the mattress. Only seconds ago had he been so feral that he would have done anything to have me; but now he was so caring. He just wanted to make me feel better. I could smell his worry on him, and I could feel by how he was strangling me in his arms that he wanted to make sure that I was alright and that I felt safe and protected.

I relaxed once he and Shoto had me in their arms.

“What do we do?” I asked one more time.

Bakugo nuzzled me with his nose, a dare to see if he could last long enough to not scent me. “I’ll leave for a couple of days so that Todoroki can watch over you.” He seemed so tranquil now that we were all on the bed.

“What about you—”

“It’ll be fine, baby.” He kept nuzzling me, almost like he was trying to find a way to get inside of my skin because he was so desperate for more and all of me that just having me wrapped in his arms wasn’t enough.

“We’ll figure something out,” Shoto whispered calmly.

The smell in the room started to change again, my head clouding up with thoughts and ideas of them both in the bed with me, holding me, kissing me, touching me, fucking me. It seemed that even though Kacchan had calmed down, they were both still incapable of preventing their ruts from taking over their natural senses, which allowed me to smell just how desperate they were. Could they smell it on me, too? Did they know that I was thinking then and there that I would have been fine if we all said "'fuck it" and stayed in bed until my heat and their ruts were over? Could they smell how I melted at the thought of being stuck on the bed for days, pinned under them, my legs pressed up against my chest as they knotted me. Did they know that I was practically dying to be filled up to be reminded that I was theirs?

“You smell so fucking good,” Kacchan cooed in my ear.

Yes, they did know. It was too obvious for them to ignore me, the same way it was too hard for me to not acknowledge the fact that they were both grinding against my thighs now to get some kind of relief.

“Kacc… Kacchan…” I whimpered.

“Fuck—”

Within an instant, Bakugo was scenting my right side. He found the gland so easily so that his attack could go smoothly while Shoto reached for my hands and decided it was best to pin them at my sides before he began to scent my left side. I moaned between them. I couldn’t remember the last time they had both scented me at the same time. There had been over a dozen instances where they were using me at the same time and took turns scenting, but it felt so overwhelming and unfamiliar to have them both nibbling around my neck and jawline just to get my body to release a smell that said, “I’m yours. Only yours. Take me however you want me!”

“I’ve gotta have you, baby, please,” Bakugo pleaded with me. “Please.”

I nodded vigorously while reaching up for their hair, tugging gently to make sure they kept touching me because if they ever stopped I feared I would die. Even though they were in my nest, a place that Shoto always tried his very best to respect and not enter, I could tell that they both threw out every bit of reason they had left the second I bucked up underneath them, signaling that I needed them as much as they needed me. Besides, in theory, my nest was the best place to do it. That was what they always said in health classes at school. “Typically, when Alphas and omegas are ready to mate for the sake of breeding specifically, they will do so in the omega’s nest. These days, this will only happen with the omega’s consent; but way back in the day, Alphas would force their way into the omega’s nest to breed them.”

We had been too fucking young then to learn that type of shit— But I was beginning to appreciate the knowledge now while Bakugo was clawing to get my pants off and Shoto was carefully unbuttoning my shirt because he didn’t want to ruin anything that I’d likely have to fix later myself. To hell with reason. To hell with making up a plan that included sending Bakugo away to deal with his rut alone! I was right there! I needed them, too! Fuck, I needed them just as much as they needed me!

“Please— Something— Anything!” I begged breathlessly.

Shoto reached down to press his thumb against my clit as Kacchan desperately kicked his own pants off because he was straining too much in the tight confines of his clothes. When he was back on top of me, he joined Shoto in the effort to kill me with pleasure by sliding his middle finger inside of me and curling it without warning. I clenched down around his digit. It wasn’t enough. If he was going to tease me, the least he could have done was give me another finger to make me feel more, because we all knew what we really needed. They needed to be inside of me, and I needed to be filled.

“Don’t tease,” I continued to plead.

Shoto kissed my lips to calm me down.

Bakugo added another finger and explained, “We’re not teasing, baby, we’re just taking our time getting you ready.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Shoto added.

I shook my head. “I need you now— I don’t care if it hurts!”

They both started leaving gentle kisses everywhere across my body. Despite what I was screaming while tears were pricking at the corner of my eyes, they still had enough awareness to recognize that it was the omega inside of me making bad choices, so it was their duty as my Alphas to make sure that no one actually hurt me, even though I thought it was alright. It wasn’t alright. Whatever it was that they had on their minds, there was a good reason for them to be taking their time to ensure that Kacchan did a good job of loosening me up while Shoto worked my clit faster to get me towards an orgasm.

Warmth brewed inside of me and nearly felt like it was burning the skin on my hips, too, thanks to Bakugo who was thrusting his fingers in and out of me with one hand while holding onto me for dear life to make sure I didn’t squirm away. It was too hot. I felt like I was overheating under both of them and with Bakugo’s Quirk heating up unintentionally. But it didn’t matter. I was near the edge, just about to tip over, and all that made sense was to wriggle around and kiss Shoto as I discovered euphoria. My body shook as I came. My legs and my arms were too weak to hold me up or push Bakugo and Shoto away from me, so I had to lay there and take it as it got so hot I began to sweat while they were overstimulating me for the sake of hearing me whine and beg them for mercy.

“You’re gonna kill them if you do that—” Shoto warned, snatching Kacchan’s hand away finally. I slumped with a deep breath. “You’re too hot, darling.” As he finished abusing my swollen clit, he used his Quirk to cool me down, wiping the sweat off my forehead with kisses that followed his touch.

“I’m sorry,” Bakugo pouted half-heartedly.

He wasn’t sorry for jumping into bed or for instigating everything or for letting his Quirk help me through my orgasm. No, no, he wasn’t sorry for anything that made me feel good. He was, however, sorry that he’d gone too far without realizing it; and he was sorry because he didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity to finally fuck me.

“I won’t do it again.”

That was his reassurance to me and Shoto so that we didn’t have to stop.

“I just need you so fucking bad—” He invited himself to touch me again by kissing my collarbone as he settled between my legs, the tip of his erection pressing against my sensitive clit.

“You’re not being…” My train of thought began to drift as Shoto laid down next to me and rolled me onto him. “You’re not being fair to Sho, Kacchan…” My back was now pressed against Shoto’s clothed chest, my ass resting just above his pelvis because Bakugo was working to yank Shoto’s pants down. “I’ll get too tired if- if you…” I was too distracted to keep coming up with excuses anymore.

They were both hard against me now. Shoto was under me, his cock dripping precum onto my thigh, meanwhile Bakugo was hovering closer above me, his cock drifting down towards my entrance.

“I can play fair, baby, don’t you worry,” Bakugo said wickedly. “Just need you to relax and let your Alphas take care of you. Can you do that, baby? Can you let us make you feel good?”

I nodded while whimpering between them.

“Such a good omega for us…”

As Bakugo used his hand to line himself up perfectly with my entrance, Shoto was scenting my neck again to keep me calm and loose, a willing, immobile participant in whatever ideas they had running through their minds. I was their good omega. The praise was going to my head too much— Their good omega. I could be good! I could be perfect! I could be all theirs if they would just—

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, grabbing onto Kacchan’s shoulders.

He was so big… It must have been the fact that he was in rut because he felt bigger and warmer than usual. Part of me felt like I wouldn’t be able to take it, so I squirmed and complained with high pitched whimpers, but he held me steady with hands on my hips so that he could slide into me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt, filling me up so perfectly I forgot about the whole world around me. All that mattered now was him. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to fill me. I needed him to—

“Just stay relaxed, baby, okay?” Shoto whispered in my ear.

I nodded even though I wasn’t really sure what was about to happen.

“You wanna feel really full, don’t you, baby? That’s what you said, right?” Bakugo questioned, running his fingers through my hair. When I nodded again, he smiled. “And you wanna let your Alphas breed you to make us feel better during our ruts, right?” I nodded with more enthusiasm. “Good. Good. You’ll do great for us.”

A gasp escaped me as I felt Shoto lining himself up with my entrance, too, his cock probing the limited space there was next to Kacchan’s already sizable length. Two Alphas in rut wanted to be inside of me, at the same time?! I panicked again. They held me steady while I thrashed around until Bakugo’s cock hit a spot deep inside of me that made me go limp again and moan submissively. The two of them… They wouldn’t fit… It wasn’t that I was opposed to the idea or wanted to stop. In fact, I wanted them to try, even if it hurt, even if I squirmed and cried, because deep down, despite the fact that I was scared, I knew that it would relieve the desperate ache I had to be filled, stretched, and destroyed by them. My Alphas. They would take care of me. They would look after me. Nothing would happen to me so long as I was still in Shoto’s arms as Kacchan tried to find a way to make both of them fit.

“Oh, fuck—” Shoto hissed. Bakugo found an entry point that got Sho’s tip in next to Bakugo’s length.

I grabbed harder onto the sturdy shoulders above me. It hurt so bad… They had made me cum in the hopes that it would loosen me up, but that was only worth so much when Kacchan already took up all the room I had to give. The truth of the matter was, it was just going to take time. We were all patient. Once the tip was in, it was just a bit more of a stretch from there, and once he was settled inside, I knew that everything would be okay… I just had to trust my Alphas—

“Sho!” I moaned, throwing my head back into the crook of his neck, tensing my whole body in response to the way he started sliding in without any warning.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry…” he apologized sincerely. “I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

I felt him straining under me to hesitate to give me time to breathe, relax and adjust; but it was hard for all of us to stay still and wait while Bakugo was getting jittery and Shoto was giving off a scent that begged me to let him fuck me no matter what happened. I thought we were patient. What happened?

“Do it,” I begged. “Just go—”

He did as I asked, pushing slowly into me a bit more while scenting my neck to make sure that I was okay and that I was like puddy in both of their arms. The stretch felt unbearable at times. I thought that I was going to break in two. But Shoto would have pulled out if he thought I couldn’t have taken it, and Bakugo would have scratched out the other Alpha’s eyes if he thought I was being hurt. Truth was, I loved it. I loved the sting, the stretch, the way they both fit in me to complete the desire I had to be unimaginably stuffed. I felt the urges of my heat begin to cheer in my heart. I was happy— Ecstatic, even.

“Thank you...”

“You’re welcome, baby,” Shoto whispered.

“I gotta move,” Bakugo complained while his knuckles were turning white due to the grip he had on my hips. “I gotta, baby. Fuck, I gotta—” He pulled back lightly before snapping his hips forward.

Shoto and I moaned in unison.

It felt strange having both of them inside of me. I could feel their tips bottoming out inside of me simultaneously, their shafts were so girthy that they were constantly stretching my walls to mold to fit them, and I could feel them both twitching from the friction they got from rubbing against each other when they both started fucking into me like wild animals. I was tight on my own… Unbearably tight sometimes, according to Bakugo; I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like for them to be crowded in there. It must have felt amazing because Bakugo of all people was screwing his eyes shut while moaning pathetically into my neck. I’d never seen him so broken before. I’d never heard him be so lewd. Usually, he liked to grunt and tell me that I was a good omega, his good omega, or something along those lines, all while telling Shoto what he could be doing better if he were fucking my mouth or sitting to the side and scenting me. Bakugo was never speechless.

“I can’t—” he gasped. Suddenly, he was burning up again, his skin nearly simmering mine until I hissed and Shoto reached for my hips and started to cool me down. “Fuck, you’re too cold, Icy-Hot.”

“You’re too warm, Kacchan,” Shoto moaned.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head from being so overwhelmed. Both of their chests that I was sandwiched between were so warm, yet their hands told a different story. Part of me was burning up, the other was shivering from excitement and a hint of freezing. They weren’t going to hurt me. They just wanted to mess with me.

“You think you can take our knots, baby?” Bakugo questioned with a smirk he was forcing on his face to prevent us from seeing just how much he had broken down in the midst of salving his rut.

I nodded. “Please,” I whined. “Please—”

They both started working faster without a second thought or any kind of communication to one another. Shoto’s arms were wrapped around my waist to hold me down against him to keep me steady while he bucked up, meeting Bakugo’s thrusts as he was fucking down into me, his hands still on my hips, both of them still using their Quirks on my body to drive me crazy. In that moment, I thought to myself that I could live like that forever. Squished between them, completely at their will, working towards my own orgasm as they raced to be the one who knotted me first because who knew if both of them could fit in me at the same time.

“Have to breed you, baby—” Shoto panted in my ear. “You want that?”

I nodded.

“Gonna put our pups in you—” Bakugo egged on.

“We’ll do this every time you’re in heat—”

“Because you deserve it! Fuck!”

Bakugo was the first to fuck me faster as he hit his peak, then stilled as he came inside of me, giving me everything he had to offer during his pent up rut. He scented me one last time as he filled me up. It was the final moment where he could mark me as his omega in multiple ways at once. Meanwhile, Shoto held out for a second longer so that he could rub my sensitive clit again until I was near the edge, too. I knew that he wanted to make me cum with him. It worked. As I tipped over, I squeezed desperately around both of their lengths, twitching and squirming between their stiff bodies. Bakugo hissed at the overstimulation— It was enough to give me his knot, however. It popped through my entrance and into me to hold his cum right where it belonged. Shoto came inside of me with a pathetic moan that he hid in my neck as he scented me. The knot beside his own was too much to bear for him. It was too crowded. It was too tight. It felt too fucking good.

I cried as their knots plugged me.

They both cooed me like I was an upset pet who needed comfort from its owner. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the way Bakugo collapsed onto my chest with his face still buried in my neck so that he could soak up my scent that he was so in love with; and I loved the way Shoto ran his cold fingers through my hair in an attempt to get me to relax after how much work I’d put in just to take them both during their ruts. I would have do it again, there was no doubt about it, but… It hurt. Now that my clouded mind was clearing up, I had enough sense to tell myself that I’d never be able to take them both like that at the same time ever again, even if we desperately tried. I supposed it was perfect timing, then. My heat started at the same time as their ruts. What were the odds of that?

I ran my fingers through Bakugo’s blonde hair to mimic Shoto’s soothing touch on me. “Feeling better?”

Bakugo nipped at my neck to play with me. “Don’t tease me right now, omega. I could break you if you’re mean.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Shoto warned, also being playful, before he leaned over my shoulder to kiss Bakugo.

I kissed their cheeks before melting into them. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

Their knots were still strong, and knowing them, especially during their ruts, they could stay stiff for a while, something I had to learn to deal with since we first mated. They liked it when I fell asleep with them still inside of me— Shoto tried to explain it to me once. He said that it was an Alpha urge that tugged at his heart whenever I was snug on his knot and felt safe enough with him to fall asleep in his arms, that I trusted him enough to take care of me like that. And I didn’t half mind falling asleep either when my eyes always got too heavy to keep open during my heats. When they inevitably calmed down every time, they always just slid out of me carefully to not wake me, and then they’d clean me up and look after me like any good Alpha would; but with both of them, I knew that there was no way they’d be able to sort it out themselves. They’d have to wake me up to warn me that I’d feel unbearably empty soon.

“You did so well for us, baby,” Shoto praised me. “Such a good omega.” He kissed my cheek before he slumped against the bed. “Get some rest for us.”

There was another smirk on Bakugo’s face that told me he might wake me for something besides pulling out of me, to which I returned a look that said he could fuck Shoto instead. We both smiled and kissed.

[dynamightgod]

Nothing Else Matters

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: soft, fem reader, fluffy, nervous Bakugou, crushes, Bakugou is whipped

Summary: After an interview for Pro Hero Mag, Bakugou reflects in his office on his humble beginnings with his wife.

"I like it, hey baby, I like it, oh sugar, I like it pretty baby give it all to me, I like the way you wear your hair, I like the stylish clothes you wear, the way you kiss me, I feel gone, give me all your loving all night long."

-I like by Guy

"You shouldn't have answered that last question like that!" Mine, Bakugou's assistant ranted in his ear, even through the phone her shrill voice made him roll his eyes. He slams his keys down on his desk, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he shucks off his gauntlets and hero gear. 

" 'm not gonna lie Mine. They asked me about my greatest accomplishment and I told them." 

"But your fans want to hear about your accomplishments as a hero, they already aren't very fond of your wife-"

"The fangirls. And for the record, my real fans love my wife. So they'll be happy as hell with my answer. I'm not changing it and if you cut it ill post a video of me fucking her to prove my point." He ends the call just before he can physically hear her blood boiling. 

Katsuki Bakugou, number one hero and heart throb to the world. But as he sits down at his desk and picks up his phone, there's only one person he wants to talk to. 

He's tired and overworked and you're in America doing press with Charge bolt as you're one of his favorite designers(he actually set you up with Katsuki, a debt he never let the explosion hero forget) you were due back in two days but after the interview and the fight with Mine, he needs you. He needs just you.

You pick up on the third ring, yawning softly, he can hear the sheets of the bed you're in rustling as you stretch. He wishes he could join you. 

"Kat? It's late here honey, are you okay?" He can hear the worry in your sleep laced voice. God he hates how his stomach still flips just from your voice again. He let's out a soft whine, in turn making you coo and shush him softly. Something is bugging him, you can tell, but ever patient you wait for his lead. 

"I'm fine…..I just….I wanna hear you tell me again." His voice cracks softly. "Tell me about the night we met." You chuckled, this was his go to for reassurance. He could never hear your side of the story enough and quite frankly you loved your love story as much as he did. 

"Well Denki set us up together. It was a double date with him and Jirou and you and me." Bakugou smiled, relaxing under the lull of your voice. "You looked so nervous," you giggle through the phone causing him to break into an uncharacteristic grin that was reserved for only you. "Your eyes practically bulged when you saw me. I watched you do a double take." Katsuki chuckled, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. 

"You've always been so incredibly sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off you." He hums, a light blush painting his cheeks as he thinks about the first time he met you. "It was that black dress, spaghetti straps with the open back and the slit up the side. You carried that super small purse and I remember thinking how stupid it was cuz you couldn't fit anything in it." He grinned when he heard you laugh through the phone. "Those heels, the strappy ones that wound around your ankles and tied in the back….you were irresistible. It was over for me right then." He says the last part quietly, something he would admit only to you. He conjured that image of you to his mind, heart racing and blood rising to his cheeks as he thought about your smile, the way you moved, how soft your lips were when he pecked you good night. God he had been so embarrassing. 

"I thought you didn't like me. You were so nervous remember?" He grunts in confirmation. 

"I said 'lunch' hoping you would get that I wanted to buy you lunch the next day because I knew I had to see you again. I needed to-"

"Katsuki do you know when I knew you were the one for me?" You interrupt him. You had never explicitly told him the moment, though he always said it was at first sight for him. He knew it had taken you some time to adjust to him and get to know him, but he had never really asked about this. Not until now. Too content with the fact that you wanted him just as much as he loved you. 

"N….no."

"We had been dating casually for a couple weeks. After the dinner party. I had texted you before my first flight to London for the Pro Hero Fall Fashion Show." He remembers that day well. He went to see you, not content with letting you go and not saying good bye first. "You came to the airport, no security, no press, dressed like normal, people were shocked because you didn't even try to hide who you were, you just kept moving." He smiles remembering the ass chewing he got for the stunt from his team later. "You brought me flowers and kissed my cheek and told me to have a safe flight…..it was so normal. As though we had been doing that for years and would do it for the rest of our lives…..that moment was when I knew I couldn't live without you." 

Bakugou takes a deep breath, his heart clenching in his chest. 

"Baby I just want to hold you. I miss you so much. It's like I'm not living. Not really when you're gone." 

"I know love, but it's only two more days and I'll be home."

"And you're fucking staying. You promised. No out of the country trips for the rest of the year. We got….things….to do." He waits for it to click for you and when it does he laughs at the sound of you thrashing and throwing yourself around with excitement. 

"I can't wait to get started. I'd love to have a little boy that looks just like you. A mini Katsuki!" 

"Baby ill be happy with whatever we have as long as they come from you and they're healthy."

"I love you so much Kat." 

"I love you too baby. Go back to sleep, 'm sorry for waking you….." you yawn again, settling down in bed. "Oh one more thing before you go?" You hum, waiting for him to continue. "Watch the interview tomorrow. I want you to see it."

********

You woke up feeling empty, the call from Katsuki had put you in such a great mood that it almost felt like he was there. But as you stretched out and opened your eyes to your cold bed you're filled with sadness. But only a couple more days and then you'd be with your hero again.

Thinking of him reminds you of the interview. It should have been posted by now so you type in the link to it on your phone and sit on the edge of your hotel bed to watch it. 

It starts normally, you smile as Katsuki grumpily answers the female reporter, roll your eyes when she flirts because can she not see your name tattooed on his chest or the ring on his finger? But then it gets to the last question and a stunned, endearing emotion sweeps through you. 

"So Dynamight. The fans have a final question. What is your greatest accomplishment? What would you say that is?"

"Marrying my wife." He doesn't miss a beat or even wait for her to finish. The reporter flounders, obviously not prepared for that response. 

"Well, we mean professionally and career wise-"

"Nothing else matters." His face is set, tone flat and serious, no room for argument. He meant it and that was that. You feel yourself falling in love all over. The way this man is always about YOU. You've never been loved like he loves you. It makes you just want him all the more.

Just as you're about to turn it off and call him your phone pings, there's a new photo on his official Instagram and you immediately click on it. 

It's a picture of you. From the first night you met, you didn't even know he had this picture. He's holding you close, one hand on your waist, the other in yours as you dance. He leans close as if he's whispering to you and you're blushing and grinning. 

The caption reads: "Nothing else matters."

[eggtartz]

✧ 4th October ✧

Overhaul // Hygiene Comes First (f! quirkless reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : manipulation, mention of abuse, usage of sanitizer as lubricant, hints of breeding kink if you squint, a tinge of stockholm syndrome

it was undeniable at how you were kai's favourite, given that you are quirkless that he views you as pure and isn't plagued by the sickness of these so-called quirks. given on your condition, once you were at a legal you were outcasted by your own family. by society but not him. not kai.

instead he sees you as a perfect pair for him, a bride and a wife fitting oh so perfectly by his side. it was too easy taking you away from the streets, not a single hero patrolling are when his members took you forcefully. though, he was impressed. when you arrived you were smeared with blood which was obviously not yours. he smirked behind his mask, deeming himself as incredibly lucky. "sit down, little one" he said as his members left, leaving him sitting on a couch while spreading his legs. "what do you want from me? I don't have anything valuable!" you sniffled, wrists restrained against the cuffs.

He stood and closed the distance between the two of you while slowly removing his mask and revealing his face that even the shie hassaikai rarely sees "i see you as valuable" he said in one breath "you are someone that im interested in "he pulled your hand, his gloved hands caressing yours "you might be abandoned by everyone but not me" you looked up "h- huh?"

"im asking if you would like to stay with me darling," he said almost sweetly, manipulation seeping into your vulnerable state and letting you ponder as your senses started to get cloudy. your hand started to shake with weakness "but.. why me? a quirkless person?" tears started to swell as he took your chin in hand, thumb caressing gently. "that's why. it's because youre not tainted, sweet heart. you're special" he whispered and you flinched at his warm his words affecting your heart even your soul. he smiled gently

"do you agree, y/n? i promise, you'll never have to suffer again" he coaxed you, even allowing himself to hug you despite the filth clinging to your body.

~ ♪

it was nice of kai to bathe you, occasionally squeezing your body too endearingly and too affectionately making you shudder. it felt odd when you were finally naked on the bed as kai spread your whole body with lotion with a vanilla fragrance. "you want this, right?" he asked again, hands dangerously around your crotch as he squirted more lotion into his hand

"y-yeah.. I don't know how to.. do it though" you managed to said in a squeak as he smiled "no worries, just lay down and relax yeah?" you nodded as he reached for the sanitizer on the nightstand. he might've scrubbed your body clean with antibacterial soap but your insides haven't. he needs more than soap in order to penetrate you properly.

"h-huh?" you looked down when he cocked the head of sanitizer at your cunt but shushes you. he pumped the sanitizer inside, the cold substance making you jump as it felt foreign (also considering you're a virgin) "need to make sure you're clean, sweetheart" he smiled and pushed two fingers inside, sanitizer as lube. you whimpered, as he pumped more sanitizer and added a third finger. he pushed them slowly inside and outside as you blinked away the tears. "t-too much!" you yelped

"you can do it, it's okay" he cooed, gloved hands went to squeeze your breast. you tried your best not to writhe but he eventually stopped. you saw how he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock from his boxers. "h-hah.." you panted, salivating at the curve of his tip which was leaking with precum.

"I need to clean you, darling. inside and out" he said, rubbing his cock while pumping sanitizer as lubricant. you hissed, the sanitizer becoming colder as it was exposed to the wind. kai made sure to pumped excessively so it'll fit just right I to pussy and he pushed. you groaned and bit your fist as kai's eyes rolled to the back of his skull. it was such a contrast on how cold the sanitizer felt but how warm your pussy was.

it fitted like a glove, just right and perfect. he gently held your hips and did one thrust before pumping one more of sanitizer before the bottle ran out so he threw it on the floor. he held your hand and thrusted slowly, making you mewl in pain as blood appeared on his cock and popped your cherry. he bit his gloves off and slowly flicked your clit making you see stars. "o-oh.." your eyes were wide as your breath was stolen, the feeling of your most sensitive bud getting toyed around was enough to send you over the edge.

"did my love just came? filthy girl, I need to seriously clean you now" he frowned although you can hear a hint of amusement in his tone. he started to pick up the pace, the sanitizer as lube drying up as he pounded into you. your back arched from the bed as you moaned "mmh!"

"that's a good girl, be my wife hm?" he mumbled againts your ear as he grunted, pressing his body on yours. your hands flail around as you find something to hold on, scratching his back "need! to- a-ah!" you moaned, squeezing your eyes tight as he pounded deeply into you. he straighten his body and stilled as he came inside you with a groan.

"take it.. take it and be the mother of children.. my perfect wife.." you panted as your body went limp, kai sat up abd observed your glossy pussy with oozing cum

"you're all clean now."

[manias-wordcount]

Good day, fellow writer. I have once again found my way into your ask box with a request.

Could I get some Tenya Iida x fem reader with a bunny Quirk (she has bunny ears a little fluff tail and loves carrots) were Tenya finds out that her parents are emotionally abusing her because of her Quirk? (Like they view her as useless and openly show it to her.)

S/o being Verbally Abused by Parents HCs (Tenya Iida)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’ve been dating for quite a while but Tenya always thought you being skittish and nervous was due to your quirk

After all, flinching when a voice is too loud because your ears are so sensitive just makes too much sense for him to think different

Like it never occurred to him that someone- let alone your parents- would mistreat you because???

Look at you?? You’re so sweet and cute and perfect??

So when the truth comes out, the dude is PISSED

Like Hero-Killer Arc Tenya comes out and he’s ready for action

Dark look on his face, looking up your family’s details and everything

However what actually ends up happening is him telling his family to prepare you a place to stay while acting as your bodyguard when you come to collect your items from your (now former) home

When you turn towards him, he’s still that ever-so-sweet and concerned boyfriend you fell in love with some time ago

But when your parents get too close, the look on his face turns deadly as they’ll soon enough realize what’s like to mess with the people he loves

[kyojurismo]

— FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

# izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo & shoto todoroki

tags : fem!reader, fluff, early stage of the relationship, not proofread of course.

a/n : hello hello !! first of all, i was more comfortable in writing this for fem!reader but if you guys want a male reader version just lemme know !! <3 second, i decided to keep it in the high school period basically for the sake of the plot >_< lol. since i just started writing for mha please lemme know what you think 🥺 it would help a lot. enjoy and make sure to stay hydrated please! ps. of course i had to ignore the other stuff into my inbox to post about mha — i apologise.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

izuku adores spending his time with you, would it be cuddling, studying together, cooking, going for a walk, sleeping . . . yeah, he likes when you fall asleep holding his hand while sitting beside him.

he is studying quietly as you simply sit beside him on his bed. it is around 11 pm and you couldn’t help feeling tired after a full day working on a school project with tsuyu and ochaco. you lean on his shoulder without noticing as your eyes start feeling heavier as time passes by.

izuku doesn’t notice at first, too deep into his english textbook, but then you cling to his arm in your sleep and sigh softly, peacefully sleeping on him. he can’t help but blush as his heart beats so fast against his rib cage he’s scared you might hear it and wake up.

“zuku…” you whisper softly in your sleep, your expression relaxed and you look comfortable in that position somehow. izuku tries to not move much, as his cheeks keep burning hot from embarrassment, his eyes barely focusing on the pages as he gets lost in the feeling of having you this close to him. it is the first time something like this happened, so he feels genuinely happy and excited about it.

KATSUKI BAKUGO

“no way! look who’s sitting there,” eijiro walks in on you and bakugo spending some alone time on the couch in the living area of the dorm, followed by denki of course. katsuki rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“you two are having fun, heh?” denki points at you sitting on katsuki’s lap, your legs resting on either side of his as he keeps one of his hand on your back. at first, he just thinks you’re quietly hugging him because you haven’t seen each others properly for a couple of days, but then he realises you’re actually sleeping with your face buried into his neck as your hands hold his shoulders.

“shut your mouth,” he barks, his tone a bit lower than usual. they sit down on the nearby couch and proceed in getting lost in one of their casual conversations as katsuki caresses your back slowly, feeling your body close to him.

his cheeks are a bit red now, as it is the first time you fall asleep on him. he clearly isn’t used to something like this. “hey, [y/n]!” denki calls you and bakugo starts fuming on the spot, sending him a death stare. “leave her alone. she’s sleeping, dunce face,” he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his voice low as to not disturb you as you cling to him in your sleep.

when the two finally leave you alone, katsuki turns his head and kisses your temple — making sure none of them is watching, of course.

SHOTO TODOROKI

shoto is reading while you’re listening to a playlist kyoka recommended. she’s great when it comes to music ( duh ) so you trusted her enough to give it a chance.

at some point, you slowly move to rest your head on shoto’s legs and he glances down at you, a bit surprised by the action. you keep your eyes closed and relax as you listen to the music, shoto reluctantly moves his hand to caress your shoulder and play with your hair while going back to reading.

of course you would end up asleep. shoto puts the book down and sighs, then looks down at you and realise that you’re sleeping. he gently takes off your earphones and stops the music, then looks at you for a couple of seconds.

“you’re very beautiful,” his voice is soft, to not disturb you. he doesn’t mind sitting like that if that means you can be close for a while.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[simphellscape]

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020- 5:24PM // SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13TH, 2020 - 2:38AM // next | tw: alcohol, horny bird pt. 2

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13TH, 2020 - 2:38AM

“Cheater!” Kei exclaims, scattering several UNO cards across the floor, “You’re -hic- cheating.”

He pouts dramatically, throwing himself against the living room carpet. This childish display has you cackling. Perhaps he’s a bit too drunk, but it doesn’t matter because so are you.

“Can we play a different game, please?” he pleads, slurring.

“It’s not my fault that I’m a god, Kei!”

“If I wasn’t drunk, you’d be a goner.”

“You said five minutes ago that you aren’t even drunk!”

“I’m not!”

“Liar!”

“Different game!” he bellows, still throwing a tantrum.

You reach over and flick the back of his head. Even though you’re hammered, you still manage to land it squarely in the center. His head flies off the floor to face you, honey eyes narrowed.

“You’re dead, (Y/L/N).”

One of his feathers darts toward you, aiming directly for your exposed ribs. You know this game far too well, and while you could easily avoid his attack, you secretly enjoy this kind of attention. In a way, it’s like he’s touching you. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You leap to your feet and begin sprinting in the direction of your bedroom, but the feather is simply too fast. Before you can even make it through the door, it’s teasing the sensitive area, causing you to convulse with defeat. You, unfortunately, are being tickled within an inch of your life.

“K-Kei!” you shout, breathless and laughing, “Stop it!”

“No, you flicked me!”

You crash into the wall and slide to the floor, feather never leaving your side.

“I’m gonna pee!”

“You shoulda thought of that before you flicked me, then!”

“I -- fuck -- I’m sorry!”

“What? Can’t hear you. Speak up!”

“I’M SORRY!”

“That’s what I thought,” he says, a fake threatening tone to his voice.

With that, the feather zips back into the fold of his wings, bumping into a lamp on the way. You stay slumped against the wall, attempting to catch your breath. Meanwhile, Kei has raised himself to a relaxed sitting position on the living room floor.

“Now, a different game, please,” he smiles.

“Fine, crybaby.”

“Watch it, or I’ll tickle you again!”

“Nooo!” you whine, returning to your spot on the living room carpet with a graceless thump.

“I have an idea!” Kei gasps.

“Shoot.”

“How about, um, Truth or Dare, but, like, with alcohol! Like you take a shot if you don’t wanna do your truth… or your dare… or whatever.”

“I didn’t realize we were sixteen years old.”

He calls a feather to hover dangerously close to your ribcage once again.

“Jesus, alright! Just put that shit away.”

He smirks with satisfaction as the torture device returns to its crimson plume.

“I’ll go first!”

“Hold on, let me get the vodka,” you grumble, hoisting yourself up.

As you hobble to the kitchen, Kei begins the game anyway.

“Truth or dare?”

“Let’s do truth,” you decide after a moment, returning with the bottle of vodka.

“You’re no fun,” he pouts, considering his options, “Hmm…. oh! Okay, so, you’ve got good aim.”

“Yeah. Truth or dare?”

“I WASN’T DONE YET!”

“I’m teasing, Kei! Someone’s touchy.”

“Leave me alone,” he growls, “I wanted to know what your quirk really is. Because I don’t think that’s all.”

“Yeah, that’s not all. All of my senses -- you know, sight, hearing, whatever -- are better than a normal person’s. Not all of them are the same amount of better though! My sight is the best, and then touch, then -hic- hearing, smell, and taste. It kinda sucked at first, but I worked really hard to make it worth something, ya know? I even got an ultimate move out of it!”

Kei’s mouth is hanging open in real, but overexaggerated shock.

“Really? Show me!”

“It’s not really something I can show you…”

“Oh. Well, can you, like, tell me about it then?”

At this, Kei scooches closer towards you, eyes widening even further.

“I just, um, focus more, and it makes my senses almost perfect. Like they’re great on their own, but with more focus it gets to the point where, like, I can tell what people are gonna do before they’re finished doing it. It’s like -- ‘oh, I can hear their pinky toe moving in their shoe, they’re probably gonna take a step’. It gives me a migraine when I’m done though.”

Kei nods and begins the long, arduous process of standing up.

“Okay, so I’m gonna get up and then I’m gonna do something totally unexpected. You gotta say what I’m gonna do.”

“I just told you it makes my head hurt, birdbrain!”

“But I wanna seeeeee!”

“You can see it later! I don’t think I can do it right now, anyway. I’m drunk.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest.

You learned from your last time drinking together that when Kei drinks, he often wants to play some sort of game. And when he’s drunk and playing a game, one of two things can happen. One, he gets extremely competitive. This is what happened last time, when he flipped your game of LIFE off of your coffee table. Or, two, he becomes a big, mopey baby, which is what’s happening right now. You know it’s all in jest, and while it’s slightly annoying, it’s mostly endearing. You can’t wait to remind him about this tomorrow. If you’re even able to remember, that is.

“Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna pick dare, because I’m not a loser,” he mocks.

“Oh, now I’m gonna pick something terrible.”

You scan the room, drunkenly scrambling to find something hellish for him to do as revenge. You just did a deep clean of the whole apartment, so there’s nothing really gross around here that you can think of. You’re fresh out of mushrooms, otherwise you’d make him eat one. You know he would have hated that. You could make him wear one of your bras on his head, but that would require him to see it. Too embarrassing for you. Suddenly, a lightbulb pops in your head.

“Let me touch your wings.”

There are two reasons for this diabolical idea. Kei talks all the time about how he loathes when fans touch his feathers without his consent. But also, selfishly, you just really want to know what they feel like. You’ve felt individual feathers before, and they’re incredibly soft. Feeling multiple all at once sounds heavenly.

“No. Absolutely not!”

“Now you’re no fun!”

“They’re sensitive!”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“No, that’s wooorse!”

“How the fuck is that worse?”

In addition to the flush of Kei’s intoxicated cheeks, a new pinkess spreads across them.

“Either let me touch your wings for a few seconds or take a shot,” you urge him.

He locks hazy eyes with you, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Simultaneously, the gears are turning in your own. You can’t really gather how it would be worse for you to be gentle with them. Holding back on the pressure couldn’t possibly hurt him. In fact, that seems like it would be more pleasurable for him.

Your brain stops in its tracks.

Pleasurable.

Before you can stop yourself, you share your revelation.

“You don’t want me to touch them because you’ll like it too much!”

“No, I--”

“Don’t lie, Kei!”

“I don’t--”

“No, you do know!”

“FINE, TOUCH THEM!” he concedes, throwing his arms in the air.

You grin widely, feeling victorious, as he turns to the side. You use this opportunity to scooch closer to him, preparing to caress the plumes.

You could go about this one of two ways, you figure. You could make this as easy as possible for him. A quick stroke across a small section. Or, you could make this extremely difficult for him, running your fingers between the expanse of the whole wing. Something about the intimacy of the interaction, the inhibiting effect of the alcohol, and your burning desire to touch his wings, to touch him, make you pick the latter.

You wiggle beside his extended leg, facing the wing directly. Before you touch him, something possesses you to lean towards him and whisper in his ear.

“Remember, this game was your idea.”

All in the same motion, you draw your head back and carefully dive your fingers into his wings. As you run them along the surface, you suck in a breath. You expected them to be soft, but you’re taken aback. It has exceeded your expectations by a lot. Your fingertips tingle at the way each feather teases them. The fine barbs feel smooth underneath your touch. A strange sensation zips its way up your arm like it’s a live wire. You move at a sloth’s pace, wanting to savor this feeling for as long as possible, mesmerized. You’re only halfway across when Kei’s hand closes around your wrist, forcefully yanking it away.

His previously hazy eyes are now dark, met firmly with the wall directly across from him. His breathing is labored, shoulders heaving with each inhale and exhale. The previously pink flush in his cheeks is now beet red. Warmth spreads in your midsection, intoxicated by both the restraint he has you in and the downright primal look on his face.

“That’s enough,” he asserts, sternly.

You flounder, looking deep within you for some sort of snarky reply. There’s nothing left in your head; it seems that this interaction has wiped them all away. You feel redness creep up your neck and into your face. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You’re sure that Kei can hear it loud and clear. You swallow hard, and attempt to find your voice.

“Come on, that was nothing,” you offer, weakly.

Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips. They’re parted slightly to allow for his panting breaths. The image of him closing the distance between you, crashing them against yours, flashes across your brain. Working against them in expert fashion. Just like you’ve wanted for so long. You can practically feel the pressure of them, sucking on your bottom lip and lightly nipping. To satiate the need you suddenly feel, you take your bottom lip between your teeth, returning your gaze to the predator before you.

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Keigo’s palm burns around your wrist. It’s taking everything in him to refrain from pinning you down on the floor and reenacting the images flashing in his head. Your heartbeat is drumlike, rapid, and even more inebriating than the copious amounts of liquor he’s had tonight. Your erratic breaths cause your chest to brush lightly against his forearm, the additional contact driving him further into insanity. After years of training, he knows that this is the ultimate test of his will. He’s losing.

A part of him consistently suggests that loving you isn’t a venture that’s destined to fail. The rest of him usually overshadows that, spouting endless excuses for his actions. Well, rather, inaction. Right now, he’s forgotten every reason he’d previously given himself. No matter how badly he wants to, how desperately he needs to, he can’t bring himself to look at you. If your expression is anywhere near what he’s imagining it to be, he won’t be able to stop himself. In his soul, he knows that if he acts right now, he will be completely unable to show anything resembling mercy. The already looming threat of going completely feral will swallow him whole, and he will fuck you into oblivion.

It’s appealing, the thought of releasing hold on his inhibitions. The only thing stopping him now is the thing that stops him from doing a lot of things these days.

He must, above anything and everything else, keep people safe. And you just happen to be at the very top of the list of people in the world.

This is as instinctual as breathing for him. A knee jerk reaction to outside stimuli. His outside might be extremely stimulated right now, but the core of his very existence will not allow this to continue. Not like this. If he’s ever presented with the opportunity to sleep with you, it has to be centered around you. It has to be considerate. It has to be gentle. The current state of things doesn’t equate to that at all. Of course he cares about you, about your safety. He also cares about being a decent human being, a decent pro-hero, even in the face of quickly reducing into an animal.

Finally, in the raging battle of Keigo versus avian instinct, Keigo emerges victorious.

In one swift motion, he releases his grip on your wrist and raises himself off the ground. Semi-rational thought slowly starts to flow back into his head. He knows that whatever the hell all that was effectively ruined the banter for the night. The way he reacted to your touch scared himself, and he can’t even begin to imagine how terrified you must feel. Moments like these reacquainted him with the fact that his quirk, combined with all of the meddling the Commission did to him, essentially made him a monster. He goes to great lengths to hide that from the rest of the world, but now he’s revealed the most ugly part of himself to the only person in the entire place that matters. You, his entire life, now know that even the most human of hawks are predators, too.

He stumbles to your balcony. In his altered mind, he believes that leaving would be the ultimate courtesy to you right now. It doesn’t matter that he’s plastered. It doesn’t matter that you’re already following him, begging him to stay. No one, especially you, deserves to spend another moment with such an unholy creature as Keigo Takami.

Without so much as a backward glance, he surges off of the balcony and into the night sky. His aim is to fly across the city, across the country, across the world. But, his double vision doesn’t grant him much aid in the darkness. Before he can make it even fifty feet from your apartment building, he clips the one across from you with his massive wing. In any normal circumstance, he would be able to recover from this without much issue. But he’s shitfaced. So, instead, he careens into the street below at remarkable speeds. With a yelp, he lands on the gravel and slides, scraping his entire left side. For a moment, his deafening, panic induced thoughts are quiet. It happens to be just long enough to hear you from your apartment four stories above.

“KEI!”

A pro-hero such as him should be able to take an injury like this like it’s nothing. In fact, he’s done it countless times before. Something about the drunkenness and the complete descent into self-loathing keeps him glued to the pavement. He knows you’re coming. He knows he’s going to have to face you. He knows that you’re probably worried out of your goddamn mind. He knows it’s all his fault.

For the first time in recent memory, Keigo feels entirely lost. Though he’s tried so hard, he knows now that you’ve found him out. In his perfect world, he hoped that you took his lack of affection and general emotional standoffishness as a sort of defense mechanism. In essence, that’s what it was, but he never wanted you to find out any of the myriad of things he was defending himself from -- defending you from. Now, there’s no way in hell you could view it as anything else. He wants you. Badly. And now, you know.

He hoists himself up into a sitting position with difficulty, both hands finding their way to his hair. The panic is starting to give way to crushing defeat. He’s already running through ideas on how to cope with the loss of your presence in his life. After the imminent rejection he’s about to face, he’ll have to cut off contact with you for his own sanity, at least for a little while. Maybe he can contact Kana and see if there’s any way she can assign another pro-hero to your case. Just as he’s running through candidates to recommend, he hears your sandals crunching against the gravel.

“Hey!” you call out.

Keigo inhales deeply and raises his head.

“Oh, thank fuck,” you breathe as you approach him.

You stumble slightly as you finally reach him, hands reaching out. You crouch beside him and begin to inspect his form, picking pieces of the ground off of it.

“(Y/N)...” Keigo sighs.

You shift your focus from cleaning him up to his face. As soon as you see the look of despair on it, your own face drops.

“What? Kei, what’s wrong?”

Is it possible that you aren’t as thrown off by this interaction as he is? Did this even phase you at all?

“Um.. you were there five minutes ago too, right? You witnessed the shit that I just pulled?” he asks, softly.

“Yeah, you jumped out of a fucking window! Of course I witnessed that, you idiot!”

Of course you didn’t care about the fact that he almost acted on his innermost desires in the most animalistic way possible. As always, you just wanted him to be okay. He should have suspected as much.

But, after tonight, he’s not sure if he’s physically able to keep the act up much longer.

“I meant before that.”

Redness creeps across your cheeks as you nod in recognition.

“Yeah, uh, I did witness that,” you whisper.

“And,” Keigo gulps, “did that… uh… scare you? At all?”

You laugh nervously. A flighty and musical sound. Keigo’s heart drums faster.

“No. I wasn’t scared. I was…” you trail off.

You suddenly groan and throw your hands over your face.

“God, Kei, don’t make me say this,” you cry.

His mind races. What could possibly be worse than making you scared by that? He can’t immediately think of anything, but whatever it is must be awful. He definitely won’t be seeing you ever again after this, but he needs to know. He has to prevent this from happening ever again. Not that it ever will, because he doubts that he’ll ever let his guard down like this from now on.

“You’re gonna have to. I’m not following,” he mutters.

You whine, and retract your hands. Your eyes are glued to his chest, as if that’s as close as you can get them to his eyes at the moment.

“I -- it kind of… turned me on.”

Keigo feels as if someone dumped a gallon of cold water over his head. In fact, if someone managed to do that right now, he would probably be less shocked. He can feel his mouth drying out from the amount of time he’s spent with it hanging open.

“See! I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” you groan, shifting to raise yourself up.

Without thinking, he wraps his hand around your wrist again, pulling you towards him. You fall to your knees, face inches away from his own. He searches you one final time for any sign of regret, but all he finds is a desperate, pleading expression. He somehow finds it in him to speak.

“Can I?”

You nod softly and he does what he’s been wanting to do for months.

The first thing he notices when his lips finally meet yours is the taste of strawberry vodka. The second thing, hitting him immediately after, is an explosion in his chest. It’s a million sensations at once -- flowers blooming, fireworks popping, the sun rising. Keigo has done a lot of things in his short life, but not one of them has even come close to the pleasure of kissing you.

What was a tentative, slow pace quickly evolves into something needy, something frantic. His hands shift from the soft grip around your wrist to tangle themselves in your hair, pushing you closer to him. Even though you’re practically on top of him now, you’re not close enough, and he doesn’t think you ever will be. His tongue swipes against your lips, begging for entrance. You happily oblige, and he delves deep into you. As your teeth crash together, Keigo begins struggling for breath. He doesn’t want it, maybe he doesn’t even need it. Now, he feels as though you’re the only thing he needs to survive. Just as he accepts that as fact, you break away to rest your forehead on his. You’re panting, giggling softly between breaths. As he collects his thoughts, his mouth moves before any of the rest of him can.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers.

“You should have done it sooner,” you retort, still out of breath.

He’s beginning to regain control of his body now, so he pulls away from you just far enough to plant a soft kiss against your nose. Even though he would love to continue to feel the most unique and gratifying thing he’s ever felt, he recognizes that now is not the time nor the place. But, if he has anything to say about it, there will be plenty more opportunities, scattered across the rest of time. He pauses as that thought, at how a simple kiss has fixed the position he’d been saving for you since the moment he laid eyes on you. You, his first friend, his last love. He finds your hand and squeezes it.

“It’s getting pretty late. You should probably get to bed,” he suggests.

“You could stay with me, if you wanted. I wouldn’t want you to get arrested for drunk flying,” you chuckle.

The smile that sprouts on Keigo’s face is strong enough to break his cheekbones. It’s a miracle that they stay intact.

“You’re absolutely right. Always looking out for me, aren’t you?”

He lifts himself up and pulls you with him. As the two of you walk back to your apartment, your pinky fingers are linked together. It’s a small, almost lazy connection, but neither of you seem to be able to entertain the thought of letting go.

(a/n): fuckin finally amirite