You can call me Cherry and this is basically just where I'm going to post thirsty thoughts about 2d characters.
To get all this out of the way I'm 30. This means all characters are aged up cause children are not attractive. This also means if you're under the age of 18 you leave the page I want nothing to do with you.
Pronouns are she/they, I'm a proud member of the alphabet mafia and I have a deep yearning for Captain Yami to completely destroy me.
My current anime obsessions are haikyuu, mha, jjk, hxh, one piece, black clover, and arifureta so I'll probably spend most of my time on those but if there are any suggestions I'm always happy to watch more
I'm really bad at putting in trigger warnings but if it's something really intense I'll put it but if there's something you feel warrants one I'll do that too
I'm in the process of building my page so we'll see how it goes. 💋💋
His whines are so pretty and high pitched—he’s always needy for you and your touch to the point of begging you for it until he gets what he wants. If he’s fucking you he’ll fuck you until they’re overstimulated, his cum leaking out around his cock because nothing more can possibly fit. If you’re riding him, he’ll beg and babble and whimper at the way you feel so warm and tight around him; he bucks his hips to feel you deeper and the flush on his cheeks is just the cutest thing. Praise him n he’s cumming immediately <3
— cw: breeding, daddy, mating press, movking, degradation, use of princess cunt (didnt proofread leave me alone)
just thinking about how oikawa always tries his very best to stay calm and composed whenever he's balls deep buried inside of your sweet cunt but once he watches the way tears roll down your temples because of how good he's making you feel, he's done.
to tooru, there's no point in holding back any longer so he quickly reaches for your thighs, his big, veiny hands groping the soft skin as he pushes them against your chest and in just the right position to make sure you're ready for him.
he knows you're close, he knows exactly what you need to cum and he knows that you're gonna do whatever he wants just to get what you want oh so desperately.
the thought of your despair makes him chuckle and your little whines of annoyance when he refuses to push his cock back inside of your cute pussy just get him more and more riled up.
"now now, angel girl, be good yeah?", he replies softly, placing a kiss on your calf before he slowly starts pushing back into you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as your needy cunt sucks him right back in, gripping him like a vice and making his breath hitch in his throat.
you start sobbing once he bottoms out, yur fingers almost brutally dighing into his biceps as you try to steady yourself and although you're in such a desperate – almost embarrassing position, all you can think about is begging for your daddy's cum.
"hm? what was that, princess?", he mumbles and lifts his head to meet your eyes, brown curls messily falling into his flushed face as his gaue roams your body.
"i need your cum, daddy", you finally manage to whisper and if it wasn't for the way his cock was pulsing inside of you, you would have lost focus quite a while ago, "i need you to put a baby in my b-belly."
oikawa lets out a raw chuckle, his voice is deep and husky and you can't help the little smile dancing on your lips at the sight in front of you.
"oh you need my cum? you need me to put a baby in your belly? are you such a desperate little whore that you need me to such naughty naughty things to you, huh?", his tone drips in mockery and you can tell from the way he's looking at you with those fake eyes of empathy that he's making fun of you and all you can do in response is whimper because it just makes you needier.
"and now you can't even answer me- yet your little princess cunt is clenching around my cock like crazy. tsk", tooru scoffs and pulls away before he slowly slides his cock out of your cunt, leaving you with an absolute feeling of emptiness, "you're pathetic. but i'm feeling generous tonight so why not impregnate my pretty princess hm? gotta make sure those fuckers know who gets to fuck and stuff this cunt, right?"
bodyguard!iwaizumi who loves the way you kiss his bruised knuckles as you tell him how proud you are of him for beating up your disgusting husband. and as a way to thank him you let him raw you, making sure you're stuffed to the brim with his cum when you show up at that charity gala where you're representing your husband's company
Warnings: 18+ tw: dubcon, spit kink? kinda?, no aftercare, kind of temperature play but not really, Unsafe Sex, Implied Stalking, Vaginal Sex (no female pronouns used), oral sex (giving and receiving), Fingering, Spanking, Toxic Relationship, uses p-ssy and c-nt to describe a vagina, so much biting, PWP MINORS DNI, Panties as a gag, Orgasm Delay/Denial
A/N: I need to confess something while staring into the abyss: I never ever thought I’d write dubcon. But, and it’s a big but, as much as I enjoy Dabi as a character and tell myself it’s okay to find this crispy toasted deli meat sandwich of a man attractive, given what I’ve seen of him and his nature I don’t think he’d be in a healthy, happy relationship. This is why we have him here being a dick while knowing how to use his dick.
WC: 5.8K
You didn’t notice anything until you stepped inside, the thick smell of smoke tangling with the familiar scent of your air freshener. Clean Linen couldn’t hold a candle to the scent that automatically made goosebumps ripple across your skin, every hair on end as you hesitated in the doorway. You swallowed nervously, body taut as you debated slamming the door shut and running away, but the five seconds you’d lingered were already five too long.
wait what about mean dom!bokuto who fucks you in front of his teammates just because you were so desperate for his cock? or what about mean dom!bokuto who jerks off in front of you without allowing you to touch him because you were being such a brat? 🥺
both of these concepts are absolutely delicious and definitely two of my favorites. just mean dom bokuto in general-
— cw: exhibitionism, punishment, mean dom!bokuto, daddy kink, ownership, voyeurism, pet play/puppy as a nickname
bokuto loves getting creative with his punishments.
he wants to make sure you mind your manners and behave like the good little puppy you are, so whenever you decide to act up, he does not hesitate to put you back in your place.
bokuto is usually calm and collected when it comes to you; he does get a little too enthusiastic at times but that's only because you feel too good. most of the time your pleasure and well-being is what matters to him the most, he just wants his perfect girl to be happy and satisfied.
however, there are just days where you make it your number one goal to make him lose every bit of his composure and bokuto is definitely having none of it.
he has fucked you in front of his boys a cuple of times; he knows you like the way they want what they can't have and the way your daddy claims you in such a dirty yet intimate way in front of his friends but when you suddenly start acting like a little brat with all of them watching, bokuto's mind gows blank.
of course koutarou knows you're acting like that because the night before he fucked his fist in front of you for literal hours, not letting you have a taste or feel it inside of you the way you've been craving it for oh so long. he doesn't really understand why you're bratting up on him after being denied of his cock and his cum just a few hours ago but he's determined to remind you who the fuck is in charge.
and that's how and why you find yourself in the lockers room with your ruined panties stuffed into your mouth, your cheek harshly pressed against the cold bench and bokuto's fat cock balls deep buried inside of your little cunt.
"now now, bo-kun", atsumu suddenly chuckles after watching his teammate and best friend ram his cock into you again and again and again at an almost brutal pace for the past ten minutes, "don't you tjink you're being a little too rough?"
you can barely lift your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasp for air through the flimsy fabric in our mouth and before your eyes are met with the sight of miya atsumu's handsome face, your gaze comes to stop at his thick fingers which are, of course, firmly wrapped around his hard cock.
bokuto lets out a loud scoff at the setter's comment, wrapping his fingers around your delicate throat before he pulls you onto your knees and up against his strong chest to gives his friends an eevn better view.
"don't you see the way she's getting wetter and wetter, tsum?", this time it's hinata's deep voice which has shivers run down your spine and with a loud cry you try to look away from the tall men standing in front of you with their big hands stroking their cocks to the sight of your boyfriend stretching your cunt out with every single hard thrust.
you reach behind yourself to hold onto bokuto's waist, the random urge to feel his skin underneath your fingertips absolutely overwhelming you and you know if it wasn't for the punishment, bokuto would have taken your hand.
"she loves being treated like the dumb little slut she is", is the only thing bokuto says as he tightens his grip on your throat and makes sure to hit just the right spot with the tip of his cock, "so, don't worry. she might be a brat but she can take it all."
a row of loud chuckles fill the space of the lockers room before they're replaced by deep groans and raspy moans, yet kone of them belong to your precious daddy and the mere thought of him being so quiet and reserved when he usually never holds back with you has tears stinging kn your eyes.
"i bet she can", sakusa kiyoomi's words come out of nowhere and witha shaky whimper you let your eyes find his tall figure, whimpering at the way his cheeks are flushed and the tip of his big cock is so red and angry, leaking enough precum to use as lubricant for his whole length, "she's usually such a good girl after all."
"that's true, omi", atsumu is quick to agree, throwing his head back and slowly approaching you and bokuto with his hips skillfully thrusting into his tight fist; it doesnt take long for the other two boys to follow him and before you can even realize it, bokuto pulls himself out of your cunt and turns you onto your back.
"of course she is", after almost a whole eternity it's bokuto's calming voice filling your ears, making you look up at him with your whole body buzzing from the bliss of pleasure, "aren't you, baby? you're daddy's good little puppy slut, right?"
as you start nodding like crazy, you forget about the boys' presence, your whole attention on bokuto before you reach for him with a soft whimper only for him to wrap his hand around his big cock and slowly stroke himself.
"good girl. now shut the fuck up and take what we give you or else i won't let you cum on my cock for another week, got it?"
I really want Sukuna to be so mean to me. Just keep me around to vent frustrations on my poor little holes. You just know he's the king of degradation.
Got his hand wrapped around your throat while he pounds your tight pussy mocking you for being a traitor to humanity. What kind of fucked up whore sells her soul for the chance to get railed by the king of curses?
And if you're moaning or whining because it just feels so. Damn. Good? He'll do one of two things. Either laugh at how broken you must be to be getting off on the cock of the one who's going to destroy everything you once loved or he'll pull out of your fluttering cunt and start fucking your throat, you're there for his pleasure he's not there for yours. Either way is gonna feel good how could it not?
He's so dominating and cruel and you just KNOW that comes out so much while he's balls deep in his current conquest. He leaves a string of broken minds connected to gaping pussies in his wake
So was no one going to tell me about Fire in His Fingertips?!
Soma Mizuno can fucking get it. Like my brain went buzzy as soon as I saw him. He's a dangerous dangerous man and I want him to own me completely. Cooking cleaning I'll do it all and the only thing I need in payment is his giant cock tearing up my insides.
let's do daddy kink hahhaha tw for daddy kink, dcriphilia, overstim spitting orgasm denial and edging.
bakugou - likes daddy because he is, but also because of the way you have to divert your eyes, because of the obvious humiliation of the taboo, he'll grab your cheeks, squishing your face and growling, "Open your mouth for daddy," when you part your lips he spits in between them, fucking you so hard your breath is coming in short sharp gasps, waiting for you to choke out your, "thank you daddy."
midoriya - likes daddy because he knows it means you trust him to take care of you, and that's all he wants, to push two fingers between your plush lips to silence your protests that you couldn't possibly cum again, thrusting his hips up into you as he plays with your puffy clit, "D-daddy, please," you sob, and he'll laugh gently, kissing your teary cheeks, "One more bunny, one more."
kirishima - refers to himself as daddy, somehow in a way that doesn't make you wanna hit him. You wake up with a nightmare? he'll kiss your forehead, and remind you that "Daddy's here.” You’re sinking down on his huge cock, whining about the size, he’ll chuckle darkly and say, “be a good girl and take it all for daddy.”
shinsou - leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Crawl for daddy,” he orders, and watches you come over to him on your hands and knees, as he sticks his combat boot out. “Now edge.”
hawks - loves to bend you over the kitchen counter while youre making dinner because lord knows this man can’t cook, “fuck yeah,” he snarls, slapping your ass hard, “you like it when daddy get’s rough with you?” He’ll take a fistful of your hair and arch your back further, “I fuckin’ know you do, dirty little slut.”
dabi - makes you beg for it. makes you call him daddy over and over again while you ride his thigh, grabbing your hips and stilling you, ripping your orgasm away from you, making you collapse and sob into his chest, “D-daddy please,” you cry and he laughs, mocking you, “D-daddy doesn’t care.”
Hi fellow Taurus bestie…I’m a long time reader and first time anon 🙈 so I got this idea and I had to share incase you wanna write about it 👀 anyways…I was listening to Slow Down by Chase Atlantic and this time the lyric “she said fuck me like I’m famous, I said oh-kay” stuck out to me and I was like wait a min 🤔✋🏼 what if there was a fic where the guy (I thought of Bakugo/Kuroo/Iwaizumi 🙈🙈🙈) was a singer and the reader is his crush/new gf…?? Anyways!! They’re getting ‘into it’ after a show/concert and she’s like… “if you can fuck as good as you sing, show me.” And he’s like bet and he wrecks her, breaks her back and all that
Anyways lemme know whatcha think bestie…🙈 I was kinda nervous to send this but I was like fuck it lemme do it before I forget and yeah…
A/N: Taurus Bestie🥺 You’re brain is immaculate please. Don’t ever hesitate to send me asks! I love interacting with y’all, I’m just not very good at initiating :(( I love this idea so much and I really thought it fit Iwaizumi well so I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: “If you can fuck as good as you can sing, show me.”
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader
Warnings: spit, oral (reader receiving), daddy kink, impact play, degradation, praising, swearing, hair pulling, choking, creampie, breeding if you squint, heavily unedited bc I hate editing my own smut😔✊🏼
Word count: 2.43k
You and Iwaizumi had been friends since high school, but even so, you had never been to one of his band’s shows before. Sure you had heard him sing many times and you knew he was talented, but this experience, getting to watch him from a VIP box while hundreds of thousands of people were cheering for him and singing along to his music? It was absolutely surreal. You admired how Iwaizumi seemed to belong on that stage.
However, the scene of Iwaizumi singing his heart out was doing things to you. Tonight was the last show of his tour, after that he was planning to go on hiatus for a few months before going back to the studio with his band. This was it. You had backstage privileges, courtesy of the singer himself, and you planned on making your move tonight. When Iwa left for his tour at the beginning of the year you were faced with some surprising feelings.
You realized you missed him more than just a friend should…
The set ended and the crowd was still going wild. You make your way backstage as the band plays a final encore song. When Iwaizumi emerges from the stage, sweat gleaming off of his ink littered muscles you practically salvate at the image. The lead singer immediately sets his eyes on you and makes a beeline towards you.
Iwaizumi doesn’t give you a chance to say anything. It had been over a year since he had last seen you in person and his adrenaline was running high. It was now or never. So he scooped you into his arms and crashed his lips to yours. As soon as the shock passes, you reciprocate his extremely passionate kiss.
Iwaizumi hums in approval at your quick submission and bites your lower lip before pulling away, letting a string of saliva form keep the two of you connected before it snaps.
“Shit, Yn. You know how long I’ve wanted to do that. I missed you so much it was maddening.” He lays his sweaty forehead on yours, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and lust.
You giggle at his declaration. “Missed you too, Haji. Where are you staying?”
A deep chuckle escapes his swollen lips. “At a hotel, Princess. Why?”
“Want you to show me if you can fuck me as good as you can sing.” You grin devilishly and Iwa returns the expression.
The musician opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by one of his band members who has already been eyeing you. “Hey, Iwa! Ya coming to the after party or what?”
Iwaizumi slings his arm over you. “Nah, man. Go on ahead without me. I got a different party to attend.”
The band member chuckles and shakes his head before waving and taking his exit.
You two lead by example and take your own exit.
The second the two of you make it to Iwa’s room, he has you pressed against the wall with his lips attached to yours. His tongue has already made it past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth, occasionally dancing with yours. You moan into his mouth, and as much as you don’t want to, you have to pull away for air.
Iwaizumi takes this opportunity to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His hands, which were previously holding onto your hips in a bruising grip, move up your torso under your shirt. He makes a delighted chuckle when he notices that you're not wearing a bra.
“Hmm not wearing anything underneath your shirt to my show? Is that why your tits looked absolutely delectable bouncing around while you danced during the concert, huh?”
You whine as his hands grope at your chest and tweak your nipples. “Hah-fuck- wanted you to have something to look at, Haji-“
Iwaizumi cuts you off with a low growl and a particularly pleasing pinch of the nipples. “No. I’m not Haji right now, Princess. Say it.”
You let out a moan at the singer’s insinuation. “Wanted you t-to have something to look at, Daddy.”
“Mmm well you certainly didn’t disappoint, Princess. Had a hard time keeping my eyes off of you.” Iwa chuckles while he lowers himself down to his knees. “Between how cute your ass looks in this short little skirt of yours and your tits I almost lost my damn mind. Messed up a few lyrics thanks to you, Princess.”
You whimper as the singer nips and sucks on your inner thighs. “Fuck- Daddy… Wanted your attention. Didn’t mean to distract you.”
Iwaizumi’s lips are everywhere but where you need him most. He continues to kiss your thighs and lick them and give the occasional bite and suck combo. Your hands find their way to his sweat damp hair and tug, earning a groan and particularly harsh bite from the man below you. You whimper at the singer’s rough ministrations. Your head is thrown back on the wall behind you as Iwaizumi inches closer to where you want him.
“Daddy, please~” You tug on his hair eliciting another groan.
Iwa looks up at you in amusement. “Hmm what do you want, Princess? Gotta use your words, Pretty Baby.”
You huff in frustration but indulge him anyway. “Need your mouth and tongue, please~”
A chuckle can be heard but you’re no longer looking at Iwaizumi. “I’m giving you my mouth and tongue aren’t I. Princess? Is it that you need them somewhere specifically?” Iwa kisses your lower pelvis, just above your clothed clit.
“I- hah- Fuck, Daddy need your mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy and on my clit. Please, please, please~ Need you s’ ba- ngh~”
Iwa cuts you off by the sting of him ripping your panties apart and diving his tongue into your drooling cunt. The slurping noises he’s making are obscene but you don’t have time to be embarrassed because at that very moment the singer replaced his tongue with two fingers and reattached his mouth to your clit. You moan and tug harshly on his hair, Iwa lets out his own moan that reverberates throughout your entire being.
“Mmh- Fuck~ feels so good, Daddy. S’ much better than my own fingers- Oh my- fu- fuck right there please keep touching me right there, Daddy…”
You're lost in your own pleasure and you don’t even notice the way Iwaizumi is watching you. His eyes gleaming with pride and lust at the thought of you feeling so good because of him. He can feel himself growing uncomfortably hard but ignores the nagging heat pooling in his lower abdomen. His focus solely on making you cum at least once before he lets himself fuck you senseless.
Judging from your increasingly desperate pleas, you were close to giving Iwa what he wanted. Your fists in the man’s hair are clenched so fiercely that your knuckles have turned a lighter shade than the rest of your skin. Your breathing has increased in both speed and volume, moans and whimpers constantly spilling from your lips, keeping you from forming any coherent sentences.
Iwa chuckles and you nearly screech at the sensation that shoots through your body from his amusement. “You gonna cum, Princess? You sound so damn desperate. Sounds like you’re gonna cum all over my mouth, hm?”
It takes everything you have to respond, knowing if you don’t it may not end well for you. “Hah— F-fuck— mmmm gon’ cum— wan’ cum— Daddy~”
“Do it, Princess. I want to drink up all that you got.” Iwa starts curling his fingers inside of you and that’s what does you in. Your back arches and you nearly scream from the sudden burst of white hot pleasure. Iwa doesn’t slow down his ministrations either. His fingers curling incessantly and tongue lapping up everything you have to offer him. Your mind becomes fuzzy and you don’t even register Hajime picking you up and tossing you onto the king sized bed.
In your dazed state you hardly recognize that Iwaizumi is speaking to you until his hand is cradling your cheek. “Hey. Princess. You with me? I need you to tell me you’re good before I move further, okay?”
“Daddy… ‘m good, want you to fuck me now, please~” You sigh at the thought of Iwa filling you up and begin to grow impatient.
Hajime chuckles. “That’s my pretty baby. Can you strip and get on your hands and knees for me, Princess?”
You nod and quickly remove your remaining clothing. You make a show of turning around and arching your back just to wiggle your ass up at Iwaizumi. A low groan can be heard as a result of you teasing the man behind you. Then suddenly your body is jolted forward as you mewl at the impact of Hajime’s palm connecting roughly with your ass.
“Such a fuckin’ tease, Princess. Havin’ your tits out on display, wearin’ that cute lil’ skirt, and now shakin’ your plump ass at me. Hmm,” Iwa caresses the cheek he had just previously assaulted. “ I would punish you if I didn’t wanna stuff this pretty lil’ cunny of yours with my fat cock. Maybe next time, hm? Bet you would like that wouldn’t you, Princess?”
You take in a shuddering breath before responding desperately. “N-no not doin’ it on purpose, daddy. Promise~ Wanna be your good girl please~”
“I think you’re body is betrayin’ you, Princess, the way you just gushed from a single smack to the ass tells me otherwise. I think you like being a naughty little cockslut, hmm, like being punished. But I guess for now we can pretend you’re my good girl, hm?” With that Iwa rubs the tip of his cock up and down through your folds lamenting his previous words of stating just how wet you were for the musician. “You ready for me, Princess?”
Instead of answering you push back into Iwa’s touch and sink the tip of Iwa’s length into your dripping entrance with ease. Large fingers dig into your plush ass to stop you from going further and lull a whimper to pass through your lips. Iwa leans down and growls into your ear. “Such a fuckin’ impatient and bratty little slut, hm? Couldn’t wait for me to put it in. Had to take it upon yourself?”
As Iwa growls into your ear about how much of a brat you are as he’s sinking himself deeper into your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. His sheer size alone brings you close to your second orgasm. You can hear breathy curses fall from Iwa’s lips. His fingers dig deeper into your ass as you dig into the pillow you’re whimpering into.
“F-fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight. This pretty little cunny is already squeezing me so tight. You that close, pretty baby? Just from me putting my cock in you, fuck that’s so fuckin’ cute.” Hajime releases one of his grips on your cheeks to tangle his fingers in your hair and experiments with a gentle tug. He’s more than pleased with your reaction as your back arches further and multiple whimpers stumble out of you.
The coil that’s been building in your stomach is snapped by Iwaizumi bottoming out with his tip prodding your cervix. You wail and violently clench around the musician as your vision blurs. You’re babbling nonsense while Iwaizumi throws his head back.
“Oh fuck, Princess. You really came from me just bottoming out. Fuck, your such a desperate little cockslut. Feel so good, sucking me in like this-- shit think you got one more in ya my pretty little cockslut?”
You whimper and plead. “D-daddy, please~ Want you to move-- need you to fuck me so good~ Please~”
Iwa amusedly chuckles at your babbling but grants your wish anyway. His hips draw back slowly, allowing you to feel every single throbbing vein on his dick and once he’s pulled out to just the tip he lands a harsh smack to your ass and snaps his hips into you. His rough pace doesn’t let up after that. He’s ramming into you as you cover your screams with the pillows underneath you. Iwa clearly has other ideas, though, as he tugs on your hair to pull you off the slobber stained pillow.
“Shit-- Wanna hear those pretty screams, Princess. Let everyone know that ‘m making you feel good okay?” After no reply Hajime tugs on your hair again,
“Y-yes daddy! You’re making me feel so f-fuckin’ goo’! Gonna make me cum ‘gain- mmmm fuck~” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Iwa brings you up to his chest and changes the angle.
He’s reaching further into you and if it weren’t for his arms securely holding you-- one wrapped around your waist, the other crossed your chest and his hand gripping your neck-- You probably would be thrashing in pleasure. Iwa leans down to place his mouth right next to your ear and growls.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck pretty baby. ‘M so fuckin’ close. You gonna cum with me, Princess? Gonna cream all over me while I fill you up with my cum? Bet you'd like that hm? Your slutty little cunt filled to the brim with my cum?” Iwa moves his hold around your waist to play with your clit.
Your head falls back onto his shoulder and let out a silent scream. “Shi- oh my- Fuck, daddy, gon’ cum, want you to cum with me. Cum in me, please! Fuck! Daddy ‘m cumming- shit~ “
You’re seeing stars and screaming incoherently as you vaguely register Iwa’s grunts and sloppy thrusts. His hot seed spurting into you as he rides out both your orgasms. Your vision comes back to you and you feel yourself slump into the musician's hold. You hum contentedly as you feel Iwa begin to soften inside of you.
He peppers you with kisses and nuzzles himself into your neck, causing you to giggle. “Fuck, Princess. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hold ya like this.”
“Hmm what a couple of idiots huh?” Iwa looks up at you and chuckles.
“I guess so,” you squeal as Iwa flips the two of you so you’re on your back with him hovering you, expertly keeping himself inside of you, “we’ve got some catching up to do now don’t we, Princess?”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “W-what do you mean? We’re not done?”
Iwa chuckles as he slowly begins to pump himself into you. You whine from sensitivity. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”
description: izuku doesn’t care much for parties, but he definitely cares about taking a pretty girl like you home.
word count: 7.9k
genre: nsfw (18+, minors do not interact)
content warning: aged up characters, dubcon near the end, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, overstimulation, edging, condoms (he’s a responsible fuckboy lmao), begging, objectification, misogyny, worship, sacrilege, izuku is a baddie b (and is in denial about being a fuckboy), (reader doesn’t have much of a personality other than being a hole to fuck but i’m here to get izu’s dick wet not be a feminist), reader has braids but i didn’t specify what kind of braids
author’s note: this is a (very late) birthday present for my best friend, and i’m so goddamned relieved that it’s done and i can finally share it to the void. thank you so much to @sightoru for beta’ing and their funny comments, and thank you so much to @katslutski for beta’ing and editing and literally being an absolute blessing to this fic <3
Imagine how mean Tendou would be. He's all about destroying people and I have a hard time believing he wouldn't be at least a little sadistic in bed.
CW: dacryphilia and I'll throw in forced orgasm because it kind of fits. CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP
He keeps you on the edge until you think you're going to die if he doesn't let you cum. "Hold out for me my love. I know it hurts but think of how good you'll feel once it happens." He's whispering in your ear while his fingers curl and press against that sweet spot over and over again. He just loves watching his darling try and keep from falling apart. Your eyes glaze over with pleasure and tears, your mouth is gaping while you fight for every breath, your while body is radiating heat.
Even while he's talking to you to keep holding on he grins wickedly as his thumb circles your clit quickly sending you flying over that edge he's held you on for so long with a long high pitched cry. Your vision blackens and colors burst at the same time "S-satori! Oh...oh god!"
By the time you become aware of your surroundings again he's softly petting up and down your side but he stops to grab your face and nip sharply at your lip. "My love...I didn't give you permission to cum. Time to start over, do your best."
Happy birthday to me! Another year wishing I could be sandwiched between giant big tittied 2D men who call me names while they fuck me stupid and then fall asleep in a cuddle pile.
WARNINGS : smut, fluff, prohero!au, car sex, emo!deku who’s a bit awkward, fingering, unprotected sex, cum eating, oral (one instance, m -> f), rimming (one instance, m -> f), language.
A/N : my love, @printhes, asked for “raunchy car sex with emo deku while mcr or pierce the veil plays in the background...” so this is for you, my dear. <3
You’re on the side of the road, stranded and soaked with a storm raging humorlessly overhead you. Your car sits uselessly, lifelessly beside you. And to add unto to your situation, you actually managed to lock yourself out of it, too.
Really, great.
And it’s cold—freezing, actually. You can feel, have no choice but to feel, the slosh and mush of your socks in your boots, slipping every couple of steps as you attempt to walk all the way home or, at the very least, to seek cover somewhere. Anywhere.
But then a car traveling much too slow, even given the rain, pulls to a stop beside you. Apprehensively, you hasten, not wanting yet another issue to grace you when you hear a suspiciously familiar voice call out. To you. For you.
Your head whips around and a crazed man sticking his head out of the driver-side door gestures for you to come closer, but you really don’t, can’t recall who this is—
“It’s me! Midoriya!” Huh? “Deku!”
Deku? Deku from Yuuei? That fucking nerd?
Nonetheless, you patter on over, blinking hesitantly as you eye the expensive, leather interior of his car as he holds the door open for you, then to your sopping, wet clothes.
He must notice, ‘cause he’s rushing out a It’s okay! It’s fine! Just get in before you catch a cold! And you ease yourself onto the seat, wincing at the audible slap! and squelch when you sit down, shifting awkwardly in attempt to relieve your guilt. It doesn’t.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles, scarred hands flipping the heat on to MAX, shrugging his hoodie off with his—Christ, with his sleeve of tattoos on display. You gape from behind the safety of the hair clinging to your face, cheeks heating up because this is not the Deku you remember. Not at all.
“Here.” He hands the black hoodie over to you with a smile that takes you back years and years. Memories beginning to flood into your mind. He was so nice back then, and apparently, even now. Obviously. You hear about him on the news all the time, reports of his overseas and domestic herowork, he helps everyone—Japan’s pride and joy!
But he’s—He looks..
“Are you okay?” You snap out of your trance, eyes flitting from his biceps littered with intricate designs, to the hints of inky thorns peaking from the collar of his t-shirt, to his.. his fucking piercings. So many, littered across his ears, his lips, his—
“Ah, sorry!” He shouts. “Uh,” He reaches into the backseat, grabs a small towel of sorts and shoves it to his face, completely obscuring his vision.
“You can change into that if you’d like. I’m sorry, um, I just don’t want you to get sick and I don’t live nearby. I know you don’t live close, either. I mean! Shit.. I’ve just, um, I’m friends with Shinsou actually! And he talks about you! And, wow, this probably sounds really stupid and creepy. I promise it’s—”
You laugh, palm slapping your mouth as you gawk at him muttering from beneath what seems to be his used (sweaty) workout towel, “I’ll get changed then. Thank you, Midoriya.”
He sighs, visibly melting into his seat as he turns away, tips of his ears blooming crimson in an incredibly, endearingly Deku way.
While he offers you some privacy, you begin to work your top off, cringing at the way you have to forcibly peel the fabric off your skin, carefully—as carefully as you can, setting it on the floor. Only then do you realize that you’re actually soaked, all the way through, bra included. You shift a bit. Then realize your underwear is ruined too.
“Um,” you start. Deku’s shoulders stiffening on your call, “I’m really wet.” Jesus christ.
“I mean! Like, through every layer. So, uh..” You trail off. What the fuck are you even saying?
He huffs a soft breath, “I don’t mind, really. You can just.. wear the hoodie.” Just the hoodie, is what he means to say, and now your cheeks are flushing with warmth.
It’s strange, really. You haven’t seen this man in, what? Five years? But you’re thoughtlessly stripping yourself nude in his passenger seat, shucking his regular sized—oversized for you—hoodie over your head.
The hem pools just above your knees, to your relief, but you’re burning with the realization that you’re sitting on his clothes absolutely naked.
“I’m.. You can look now.”
Deku takes a second to lower the towel from his eyes, carefully, as politely as one can be. He glances over at you, eyes already wide, blowing even wider when he takes in your appearance. Wet hair, drowning in his clothes.
“S-Sorry I don’t have any other spare clothes to, uh, offer you.”
“I don’t mind! Thank you.. Really.” You answer too quickly.
Deku smiles, fingers fidgeting nervously like he used to before he messes with the temperature again, “Is it warm enough for you?” You nod.
“What happened anyway?” You blink over at him, concern pulled between his brows.
“Ah, my car broke down. I think it was my battery, given the rain or.. something.” He nods, lips pursing with another question ready to fire.
“You headed home in that case?”
“Yeah! I..” You trail off, messing with the sleeves of his hoodie. You can’t ask him to drive you home. You can’t. You live so far away and the weather’s so—
“I don’t mind the drive! If that’s what you’re thinking.” God, how is he so.. “Or we can wait it out?”
“Here?”
He turns toward you, “Yeah, I.. I know a little about cars, can take a look at yours when the rain settles.”
You hum, mulling it over for a moment. “If you don’t mind.. and if you’re not busy! Yeah, that sounds—” you giggle awkwardly, choked with a shiver, “sounds good.”
Then it’s quiet, save for the rain beating down on the roof of the car and your shared, rhythmic breathing. It’s too quiet.
And you’re fixating on the pile of wet clothes soaking his floor mats—his expensive looking floor mats—your unclothed cunt, and the intrusive notion that you might stink. Do people stink when they’re wet? You can’t recall the last rain-drenched person you smelled, for better or for worse, and that puts you on edge.
Also, probably your most crucial fixation: How hot Deku’s become. Seriously, who knew that—
“Wanna listen to some music?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, sorry. I was just wondering if you’d wanna—”
“Yes! I mean, that sounds good.” Thick fingers undo his seatbelt, leaning close, leaning across your lap, reaching into the glovebox to pull his phone out. You hold your breath when you feel his warm skin bump your thigh.
“S-Sorry.”
Deku fumbles around with the device for a minute before offering your choice of music to which you humbly decline, “It’s your car, go right ahead.” He scratches at his neck, scrolls through his music, you presume, for a few moments before you interrupt.
“Anything’s fine, Midoriya.”
“I’m, uh..” He pouts, shooting you a weary look, “why don’t you go ahead and—”
Then his finger slips, thumb slapping across the massive SHUFFLE button as a song you haven’t heard in a while, no, not that long ago, blasts through the speakers. It’s loud, Pierce The Veil rattling your eardrums nostalgically until you make the connection that Midoriya listens to..
Deku listens to.. emo music?
Suddenly his dramatic change in appearance since high school makes so much more sense but..
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I just have some, uh, some old songs on here.” He moves to pause it, but you’re lunging forward, latching onto his wrist as you shout no!
“Keep it. I like it.”
“You do?” You swear his eyes light up, letting his phone fall into his lap, “I mean, of course you do. I remember from high school.”
“You do?”
He chuckles, eyes squinting together as he beams down at you. “Yeah, I kinda had a—um.”
“Had a what?” You hug the sleeve of your hoodie to your cheek, giggling, “tell me, Deku!”
You shake his arm, amused as he gapes and stutters, arms rising to shield his face despite your efforts.
“Okay, okay! I had a.. a little bit of a crush on you back then.”
You gasp, genuinely. Grip going slack as you stare at the man before you. Despite the heat exploding through your chest and the fact that you can feel your stomach quite literally flipping into your throat, you feel cold—exposed, with your bare legs digging into the center console, Deku’s hoodie riding up in the back as warm air blows directly onto your.. Your...
“Oh.”
He chokes up in reply, lips curling in as he bites down on them, expression falling, “Oh?”
You reel away, “No! I meant—” Your back slams into the passenger side door as your head thumps heavily, loudly against the glass, “Fuck!” You curl into yourself, knees to your chest as you bury your face, so at the very least, he doesn’t see your stupid face or the stupid tears pearling against your lashes.
“Uh..! Your—” Deku whips his head around, his face colliding with the window. Loudly. “Ow!”
You jolt, peaking up at him when you feel cool air hit your.. your fucking— “Oh my god..”
“No, it’s okay! I didn’t see anything!”
“Then how would you,” your words die off instantaneously.
You both go silent, ears ringing with his words echoing in your, and likely his, mind like a drum. All the while, the music numbs your brain. You feel like you’re falling, tossed back to the days where you were young, inexperienced, naive, days where you and him dove head first into danger, when you didn’t care about the consequences.
“Midoriya?”
He’s still glued to the window, forehead pressed up against it as fog clouds around his fiery skin, burning in embarrassment.
You bite your cheek, sit up on your knees and lean over his way, “Deku.”
He twists around in surprise, lips parting in a gasp because you’re so close that he can smell you. You can count the dark lashes hanging over his heavy eye bags, that familiar, anxious dread you never liked to see etched onto his face.
No, you don’t want to see that. You want.. You want to.. You want to be honest.
“I liked you, too.”
“What?” His head thumps into yours and he’s apologizing profusely, jittery hands hovering over your shoulders like he’s afraid to touch you. You press yourself into him, let his hands feel you, bold curiosity swallowing your hesitation whole.
“I said, I had a.. a little bit of a crush on you, Deku.” Your fingers reach for his neck, tugging at the waves sitting messily at the nape of his neck.
“Your hair’s longer now.” You blink up at the boy, drowning in his pretty, emerald eyes, “a’lots changed since then, hm?”
He sighs, soft airy puffs ghosting over you as as you close the distance, palming his cheek. Deku nods, gulping when you eye his lips, the twine of ink on his skin, you peer down, closer, at his swollen chest.
Deku hums, hands on your shoulders smoothing down your arms, gripping you just slightly, “Some things have, yeah.”
It’s like lightning, is what it feels like—what this feels like. Electric, buzzing, faster than anything you’ve ever felt before in your life. This connection. It stings you, makes your eyes water and flash with excitement; his too. You feel it, you know Deku does too. This inexplicable force drawing you to him, him to you.
You shift, let your arms snake entirely around his girthy neck, pulling him close, a breath away, “Only some?”
“Mhm.” Deku slips his hold down to your waist, tugging at his hoodie, pulling you over the middle until you’re sitting on his thighs, blowing your mind with how.. how different he is, “Still like you though.”
It’s too much, really. Too much for you. Him.
You’re tumbling into his lips a second later, meshing together so perfectly your heart soars into your throat, like something you’ve always wanted but never did. Something missing; something old but new and fresh and fantastically exhilarating. It’s Deku.
His timid hands stiffen with confident vigor, digging into your waist, pulling your incredibly close as he sucks the air straight from your lungs. You tug on his shirt, needy. Christ, you’ve never felt so needy, so desperate.
“Deku..” You sigh into his mouth, thighs clenching his when you feel the cold, metallic surface of his belt buckle press into your core. It's too much, too good. You moan against him, roll your hips into the feeling.
Deku groans when he realizes what you’re doing, soft and raw, pulling away to peer down at where his hoodie flips up, your messy, little cunt aching to be touched.
“Fuck, you’re so cute—” That’s enough to have you squirming, humping his buckle with fervor with only the sounds of you and him panting alongside the slow rainfall.
Large hands seek your hips, but you want more, need more, and guide them lower. His touch almost stings on your ass, but once he feels you, he can’t get enough, grips your cheeks hard, pulling and tugging you all over him until you’re sputtering his nickname into his collarbone, creaming on the cool metal.
“So good, christ, you're doing so good.” His voice shakes a bit, thumbs circling your flesh as you come down, clinging to him.
“Deku, please..”
“What do you need, baby?”
You nuzzle his shoulder, lashes fluttering up at him as your tongue glides over his throat, a finger inching around his tattoo, “Lemme see you. I wanna.”
He smiles into the crown of your head, calloused fingers clasping between your softer ones, sliding your palm down his chest, his abdomen, guiding you beneath the thin material and letting you take over.
The song ends as you tug his shirt up, My Chemical Romance coming onto play as you giggle, Deku planting his lips on yours to shut you up while you grope his chest, pull back, gaze at the dark, inky swirls littering his skin.
He’s got a hand dusting over your cheeks as you take the sight of him in, the other curling around your middle as you bat your lashes so prettily, too prettily, up at him.
“Can I fuck you to this song?”
Before you can react, before you can muster even a gasp at his bold profession, Deku’s flipping you over, letting his seat drop back as you sink into the warm leather, pulling your thighs to his waist, “Can I? Please?”
His lips press into your forehead, to your nose, your cheeks, so sweet that you let him push your knees to your chin, let him curse at the sight of your swollen cunt, let him pull you apart and praise you despite the rain letting up or being on the side of the road, no less. He’s just so.. different now. So—
“Deku..” You mewl, clamping your legs together when he pinches ever so slightly at your bud, but he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, sliding his fingers into your cunt so gently that you might cream from that alone.
“Always wanted this, you know? Wanted to feel this sweet pussy on my fingers, my cock, too, of course.”
Your head’s spinning, eyes watering with so much need, “Please, please, Deku. Do it, want you so bad.”
“I know, baby. Don’t want to hurt you though.”
You’re raising your hips off the seat, chasing more, more, more, the drive to feel him deep inside your cunt making you dizzy, “Don’t care! Please, Izuku. Just put it inside.”
You’re too busy blubbering and squirming to notice the way his expression falls, eyes glossing over, dark, hungry, starving.
“Say that again?” You hear him messing with his belt as he fucks you open with his fingers, faster, seeking something while you mewl, blissfully unaware of the leaky head of his cock fisted in his hand. Your lips part once more, “Need you, Izuku. Please, fuck me. Izu—Ah!”
Deku shushes you with his thumb, the taste of your cunt flooding your senses as he eases his cock into you, your eyes blowing like saucers by the sheer girth splitting you apart. So big, you can feel every throbbing vein pulse against your walls, spreading so thin you almost can’t breathe.
“It’s—” You’re entirely caught off guard, winded, but he’s pawing at your clit, sucking at your throat, “You can take it. Take it for me. Please.”
And, of course, you agree, nodding incessantly as you suck in and swallow, relaxing in his hold as he fills you well past your limit, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.
“Goddamn, baby..” He drawls, teeth bared against your neck, “So tight, had no idea you’d feel so good. So good for me. Fucking perfect, all for me.”
The weight of him has his cock sinking immeasurably deep within you, balls grinding into your ass as he pumps you slow and hard, whining when you claw at his back, his waist, anything you can reach.
“Izuku, ngh..! More!”
You feel the car shaking with the force of his thrusts, steadily speeding up, harder, his eyes fluttering to yours ever so often, cupping your cheek as if to check on you, if you’re okay. But you need more, tugging his hands down until they’re wrapped around your throat, you want him to smother you. You’ll take every bit.
While you’re starving for air, mouth agape, letting him huff and pant into you, drool his spit into you, you feel your cunt squeezing and pulling at his cock. Deku’s close, too, you can tell, when he drops his head to your chest, moaning unashamed as you milk him for everything he’s got.
“Baby, m’gonna—” His hips stutter, palms clamped around your knees as he forces himself incredibly deep, “gonna fill you up, shit, like I always should’ve—should’ve been doing all along.”
You writhe in his grip, going silent as your orgasm shakes you, cunt spasming in time with his thrusts, pulling his cum into your womb.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He’s crying, plugging you up for a moment before he pulls out, in awe with the way your chest heaves, watching your cunt leak with white down your slit, seeping into your ass, seconds away from dripping onto the seat.
“Ah, Deku, it’s gonna—”
He shushes you, swooping down to drag his tongue across your slit, then, swallowing the cum that pools at your ass into his mouth. His fingers plugging your sensitive cunt.
“Deku!” You cry out, squirming away, but he holds you still, tonguing your ass for a moment longer, groaning, before he comes up again, wiping at his chin. “Mm, so good. ”
You bring your sleeves to your face, burning with so many emotions, feelings you can’t even fathom, as your body recovers from your climax. He’s grinning at you, cheeky, collapsing on top of you as his fingers find your jaw, holding you so softly, eyes burning with so much adoration.
He presses a kiss to your nose. “Rain’s stopped.”
“Yeah,” you wriggle you arms around him, raking through his curls, sighing as he sits you up, back onto his lap, nose brushing along your throat.
“Let’s get your car running so we can head to my place.”
“Yours?” You let him kiss all over you, let him thumb at your messy cunt drooling all over his thighs.
“Yeah, mine. Don’t think for a second that I’m through with you." He melts into you, inhaling your scent as you shy away, "I’ve wanted you for too long, much too long, to let you go a second time.”
