🐰💋 I Could Be A Good Mother, And I Wanna Be Your Wife - Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.
💋 His reaction to your son disrespecting you
👑 Jealous - You get jealous over the way Bakugo looks at his onigiri
Touya Todoroki/Dabi
🐰❤️🩹👑 Wake Up Mr. Sleepyhead - The boy everyone had affectionately called “Mr. Sleepyhead” has finally woken up from his three year coma. You never imagined things would go down hill so quickly.
💋 His reaction to your son disrespecting you
👑 🐰 Comforting you after a nightmare
🐰❤️🩹❤️🔥👑 When We Were Young - Touya gets partnered with an older kid in school for their buddy program. However neither of them knew how close they would end up becoming later in life. (ON HOLD)
Shoto Todoroki
❤️🔥👑 NSFW Alphabet
❤️🔥👑📱 Cancelled - When Shoto’s heteromorphic spouse finds out about his past prejudice’s, they’re not happy.
🐰 👑 📱 Texts with BF! Shoto
Hitoshi Shinso
👑📱 Random texts with Husband!Shinso (feat. bonus Bakugou)
Denki Kaminari
💋📱Random texts with Brother!Kaminari
💋 Dating a Lolita fashion girl
Multiple Characters
👑📱Who tf is Michael? - You went on a trip to Michaels but unfortunately they have no idea who Michael is
❤️🩹👑 someday i’ll get it - You have never felt like you belonged in Class 1A but you were so used to faking your emotions, no one ever knew just how deep your imposter syndrome went until it was too late.
👑 🐰 📱 Accidentally confessing to them over text
👑 Eavesdropping on Bakugo and Todoroki talking shit
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The Umbrella Academy
Five Hargreeves
📚🐰❤️🔥❤️🩹👑 The End - After your husband comes home from finding a way to save the world yet again, you find out he was cheating on you for 7 years with his sister in law, Lila. Heartbroken, you find your way to the subway station and stumble across a strange deli full of copies of your husband. Do you stay or turn around and leave? (WIP)
🐰❤️🩹💋 Drift Away - When Five gets stuck in the subway station all alone, he decides to stay in a comfortable timeline while he tries to figure out how to get back to his family, however, he didn’t plan on falling in love with the lonely woman who lives there.
❤️🩹👑You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You - In a different timeline, the Hargreeves siblings mother’s didn’t die by Harlen. Some of them had children on their own when they were ready. You were one of those children. Your mother told you about the mysterious baby she had all those years ago, but she didn’t know where he was. You tried looking for him, just to hear that he went missing years ago. Turns out…he would find you a couple years later. (ON HOLD)
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Black Mirror
👑❤️🔥 Just For You (Stefan Butler x Reader) - Stefan knows someone is controlling him. He’s still not sure what ‘Netflix’ is or how exactly they’re controlling him, but even with all the craziness, he’s been making good progress with Bandersnatch and it’s all thanks to them. That’s why he doesn’t fight back when they help him relax
❤️🔥💋 Be My Plaything (Cameron Walker x Reader) - Cameron has a new neighbour. He had no idea that showing a bit of kindness would lead to him losing his virginity at 56 years old. (WIP)
👑🐰 Colin Ritman SFW Alphabet
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The Maze Runner
Gally
📚🐰❤️🩹💋Someone New - 10 years after the boys arrive at the Safe Haven, things have gotten better inside but the outside world is still in bad shape. Many people are still trying to survive, unaware there is safety somewhere else. You are one of those people, and you have someone who’s life is more valuable than yours. (WIP)
❤️🩹🐰💋Tall Child - You were devastated when you watched Gally die right in front of you. What’s worse is that you never got to fully grieve before so much started to happen. When you reunite with him…you’re not alone. (WIP)
🐰💋Someone To Watch Over Me - You’ve been avoiding properly bathing since showing up in The Glade a few weeks ago, but you can’t put it off any longer. The thing is…you don’t fully trust that you’ll get any privacy, so you ask the one person you trust the most to keep watch for you (ON HOLD)
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Miscellaneous One Offs
🐰💋Three’s Company (Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker x Reader) - As Becky’s daughter from a previous marriage, you’re forced to spend your summers at Camp Chipewa. This year, your long time friend (and crush) Joel Glicker has been forced to attend. He’s got eyes for the new girl, and you’re not one to fight for a boys attention. Will you make friends with the strange girl, or will you envy her?
👑❤️🔥 MCU Adam Warlock NSFW Alpabet
👑❤️🔥 Chef Luca (The Bear) NSFW Alphabet
👑🐰 Shepard Leopold SFW Alphabet
👑 New Recruit (Ledger!Joker x Reader) - Today is the day that Joker’s plan is put into action. Soon all of Gotham will know his name, he just hopes the idiots he hired don’t ruin everything.
👑 ❤️🩹 Last Touch (Simon x Reader) - Before the convict is placed in the submersible, he must undergo a health check up first.
۶ৎ DABI claims that he hates you for betraying him … but does he really hate you though ? wc 2.98k
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dabi / touya todoroki x fem!reader ⸝⸝ villain!dabi x pro!hero reader ⸝⸝ “touya” used ⸝⸝ slight dacryphilia ⸝⸝ cunnilingus ⸝⸝ forbidden forbidden forbidden ! ! !
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 : this came to me so suddenly at 1am in the morning … plus i was thinking of dabi too much >< this is probs a bit wonky cz this is so rushed & it’s so late .. but hopefully not too many mistakes but i’ll fix it once i get the chance — alyssa 𑣲 | heh taggies for my fellow mha liker 👀 @atelphobist
DABI didn’t know what to say to you, this was probably the first time in awhile he was silenced by something so absurd, something that shouldn’t even have affected him more than it did. he had you cornered in your own apartment, the place was fully dim .. electricity had been cut for awhile now. gee, wonder who did that. his teeth gritted as he couldn’t contain his anger towards you any longer, he can’t believe you .. no, he can’t believe himself for trusting you like shit was sweet. “you’re nothing but a mere traitor, standing here with you almost disgusts me.” his voice was filled with venom, a tinge of betrayal that he felt towards you was absolutely evident in how easy it was for him to break every now and then. “what, did you have fun making me look like a damn idiot towards you? huh? is that it?” he glared at you, his eyes betraying the deep hurt he felt within them. “did you enjoy seeing me break, dollface? did you enjoy making me think that someone.. especially a useless thing like you would ever understand me?”
“.. i do understand you.” you spoke with zero malice, speaking with that same mellow tone and kindness you had carried yourself with. you examined his face closely, keeping yourself silent and allowed him to feel the emotions he was feeling, you knew how hurt he was. in full honesty, it really and truly did hurt you as well to see him so distraught. he stiffened at the sound of your voice. that softness, that infuriating genuine kindness was exactly what had started to erode his defenses. he wanted to sneer, to call you a liar, to incinerate the pretty sentimentality bleeding from your lips, but the words died in his throat. your gaze was too direct, too perceptive and it felt like you were stitching through his scarred exterior to reach the raw, unhealed nerves underneath.. like you were trying to repair what was damaged.
"bullshit," he spat, though the venom lacked its usual conviction. he leaned forward, the movement jerky and unstable. "you don't understand shit. you’re playing a role. every smile, every 'kind' word it's all just another thread in some elaborate trap you've spun to keep me off balance, isn't it?" dabi reached out, his fingers hovering near your face without touching. the heat radiating from his skin was oppressive, a warning of the violence simmering beneath his composure. his turquoise gaze searched yours, hunting for the deception he knew had to be there, but finding only that unsettling sincerity. it made him sick. you, made him sick. everything about your sincerity made him want to burn everything down just to stop feeling this strange, hollow ache where his interest and trust in you had once lived. “if you understood me, you'd know that there's nothing left here to save," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "so stop pretending, doll.”
“for crying out loud dabi, i’m not pretending!” you raised your voice slightly at his stubbornness, the muscles beneath your face almost aching from how long you’ve been keeping that frustrated look on your face. “if you believe i’m pretending, then hate me for however long, burn this place to the ground with me in it.. do whatever.” you paused, swallowing another lump in your throat, her deep gaze gleaming full of sincerity. “.. but nothings going to change the way I feel about you.”
dabi froze. for a man who made his living through psychological warfare, he was completely unprepared for that kind of blunt honesty. he had expected defiance, begging, or even a calculated lie to save your skin.. he knew how to dismantle those. but the raw vulnerability bleeding from your sincere gaze left him momentarily speechless, his hands twitching at his sides. "fuck.. shut up," he growled, but it sounded more like a plea than a command. "just shut your damn mouth." the blue flames dancing along his fingertips flickered violently, responding to the volatile cocktail of rage and confusion swirling in his chest. he wanted to believe that beneath the hero costume and the mission, there was something real but his entire life had taught him that everything was a lie designed to hurt him. he looked at your frame, feeling a surge of genuine hatred for the situation they were both currently in. he hated that you could make him feel this weak. he hated that you were probably weaponizing your own sincerity against him.
"you’re pathetic," he sneered, though he didn't move to attack. Instead, he lurched closer until he was looming over you, the smell of smoke and burnt skin filling the space between the both of you. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is? to say something like that to someone who could incinerate you in a heartbeat?" his voice cracked slightly, betraying the cracks in his own psyche. "love doesn't exist for people like us, [name]. It's just another way to burn."
“.. then whatever you want to do with me is your choice.” you stood your ground, genuine sincerity still leaving your mouth as you gazed down at your hands that were curled against your lap.. as if waiting for him to burn this place to the ground. anything, something, you were ready for it. he stared down at you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. the silence in the apartment became deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the dying embers still clinging to his palms. your resignation was worse than any counterattack. if you had fought back, he could have justified his rage. if you had lied, he could have dismissed you as another hypocritical hero. but this this willingness to be consumed by his fire left him with nowhere to direct his hatred.
"you think this is some kind of noble martyrdom?" dabi’s voice was dangerously quiet, his teeth gritted so hard his jaw muscles pulsed. "sitting there like some fucking saint..” he reached out abruptly, not with flames this time, but with a rough, unsteady hand. his fingers gripped your chin, forcing your head up so you couldn't avoid his piercing gaze. his skin felt feverish against yours, the staples along his jawline glinting in the dim light. up close, he could see the minute tremors in your expression, the way your genuineness refused to waver even under the threat of death. “you really are insane," he whispered, his voice cracking as a muscle jumped in his jaw. his left hand burned brighter for a split second, the azure light casting dancing, monstrous shadows across your pretty face. he wanted to hurt you.. he wanted to prove you were as hollow as the rest of the world. but as he looked into your eyes, he realized that burning you would mean burning the only thing that had felt real in years.
slowly, almost painfully, he lowered his hand, the flames extinguishing with a final hiss. dabi didn't pull away, though. he refused to pull away from you. instead, he sank to his knees between your legs, bringing his face level with yours. his scarred, stapled skin felt hot against the cool air of the room. “i should kill you right now.” he whispered, his thumb brushing roughly against your thigh. "i should reduce everything you are to ash and forget I ever knew your name." his breath hitched, a rare crack in his stoic facade.
“you should,” your hands found themselves against his dark locks, running your fingers through the softness of his scalp with newfound gentleness.. slightly spreading your legs to give him more room between them. “but are you going to?” you say, waiting for a proper answer from him. dabi let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a choked sob. your fingers threading through his hair the one part of him that still felt human, still felt soft beneath the jagged scars and metal staples was more devastating than any physical blow you could have landed. he closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the presence of you.. leaning into your touch despite every instinct screaming at him to retreat, to burn, to destroy. his hands came up to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. he wasn't gentle that’s for sure, his grip was possessive and rough, a physical manifestation of the conflict tearing through his mind. he wanted to crush you, to punish you for being the one person who dared to see him as something other than a monster, yet he held you as if you were the only anchor keeping him from drifting into complete madness.
"you think this is some kind of game, doll?” he rasped, his voice raw with desperation. "you think you can touch me like this and make me forget who you are? who the hell you work for?" his hands came up to grip each side of your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. the heat from his body began to rise again, not the destructive inferno he used to kill, but a low, simmering warmth that pulsed between the two of you. “.. i’m not going to burn you.. fuck, i can’t.” he confessed against your skin, the admission tasting like poison on his tongue. "don't expect me to be kind about it. if you're going to stay, if you're going to play this part... then you're mine. every single aspect of you. i’ll burn anyone who tries to take you back."
“mhmm..” you hum as your fingers never stopped running through his hair, your cheeks began to redden deeply at how close he was against your heat, your breath grew heavier by the second, the sudden touch of his warm hands making it even harder to bear. “if you’re just going to sit there.. then move.”
dabi noticed everything. he was a predator by nature, trained to spot the slightest shift in an opponent's stance, and now he was applying that same hyper awareness to the woman beneath him. he saw the flush creeping up your neck, the way your breathing stuttered into something uneven and needy, and the deliberate bite of your teeth against your lower lip. "careful what you wish for, little hero," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. "you want me to stop talking?" the shift in your arousal was unmistakable, cutting through the tension of betrayal like a blade. a cruel, satisfied smirk twisted his lips, though it was undercut by the raw desire burning in his gaze. He slid one hand up from your thigh, his palm dragging slow and deliberate over the fabric of your shorts until he could feel the heat radiating from your core. the evidence of your arousal was undeniable beneath his touch, and it sent a surge of possessive dominance through him. “then i’ll stop talking, doll.”
when he finally pressed his face against your heat, the contrast between your slick, trembling skin and his rough, scarred flesh was overwhelming. he didn't approach you with tenderness.. he approached you with a desperate, starving need, as if he could consume your essence to fill the void everyone had left behind. his tongue swiped against your sensitive folds with deliberate pressure, savoring the way your hips jerked upward in surprise. "yeah, you feel that?" he mumbled against your wetness, his voice vibrating through your sensitive nerves. “stupid fuckin’ girl..” he didn't stop. he buried his face deeper between your thighs, his hands sliding up to grip your ass hard, pulling your flush against his mouth. he wanted to hear every sound you make, every gasp, every whimper, every broken plea. he wanted to drown out the voice of the hero you were supposed to be with the sounds of the woman who belonged to him. the heat between the both of them wasn't just his quirk anymore, it was something far more dangerous, a blaze that promised to leave them both reduced to nothing but ash.
“fuck.. dabi—“ you whined, throwing your head back at the sudden slap against your cunt.
“touya.” he mumbled against you, “say it.”
“mmh.. touya, please!”
dabi’s entire world narrowed down to the taste of you and the sound of your voice breaking his real name. when you had said his name like that in that low, vibrating sound of pleasure that echoed through your body.. it felt more satisfying than any victory he had ever won against the hero society he despised. he drank in your reaction greedily, his tongue swirling against your clit with increasing urgency, testing the limits of how much sensation you could take before you shattered beneath him. his hands moved with a rough, desperate possessiveness, one sliding up to splay across your stomach while the other yanked your hips closer, allowing you to take every inch of his tongue. he wanted to feel your pulse against his mouth, to feel the exact moment your control slipped away entirely. the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair the one place where he still felt human, where you touched him without fear of the fire was driving him to the brink of pure desperation.
"that’s it," he growled against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "give it to me. show me how much you want this."
dabi picked up the pace, the movements of his long tongue becoming more rhythmic and demanding.. flicking with precise, punishing strokes. he was chasing something within you, a connection that felt more dangerous than any confrontation with any other hero out there. he wanted to see your eyes roll back, he wanted to see you cry.. oh fuck, he really wanted to see you cry. he wanted to hear you cry out until your voice failed, wanting to be the only thing you could even think about, the only thing you could feel. in this moment, there were no heroes, no villains, no spies there was only the raw, burning hunger between the both of you. his pupils dilated, the turquoise irises swallowing the whites of his eyes as his own hunger flared. “look at you," he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that vibrated against her skin. "betraying your own people, betraying your own vows... and now you're sitting here legs spread, trembling like this because of a villain."
“f—fuck you.. ah!”
“you will, silly girl.”
“touya!” the desperation in your voice and the way you whined his name like a prayer was the only thing that could pierce through the static in his brain. “touya.. please, please touya i’m so close,”
hearing his sweet girl beg for it, hearing you come apart at the seams beneath him, ignited something far more volatile than his blue flames. his pupils dilated until his turquoise irises were thin rings of color, his entire focus locked on the way your body tensed, preparing for the inevitable. “yeah? then take it, all of it” he commanded against you, his voice a gravelly snarl that vibrated directly into your core. "don’t you fucking dare hold back on me, doll.” he didn't slow down.. instead, he accelerated, his tongue working with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm. he pressed harder, his hands bruising your hips as he drove you toward the edge, wanting to be the one to push you over. he wanted to feel the involuntary spasms of your climax against his tongue, to taste the surrender in every drop of your arousal. the air in the living room felt like it was thinning, charged with the roaming heat of his inferno flames and the overwhelming pheromones of their shared heat. dabi was relentless, his movements precise and punishing, chasing that moment of complete surrender. he wanted to witness your undoing, to own the very instant your mind goes blank and your body gives up its secrets. he wanted to be the reason your world burned away.
“touya.. touya i’m about to!—“
dabi didn't flinch when you finally shattered beneath him. he leaned into you, meeting your climax with a primal satisfaction. he stayed pressed against your cunt as your body convulsed, his tongue catching every drop. as your breathing gradually slowed and the involuntary twitches of your muscles subsided, dabi slowly pulled back, though he didn't move from between your thighs. his face was slick, glistening under the dim light of the apartment, and his eyes were dark, hooded with a dangerous intensity. he watched your face closely, noting the flush in your cheeks and the way you seemed to shrink back from the vulnerability of you own release. “you really are impressive," he rasped, his voice dripping with a mix of mockery and something far more possessive. "all that hero training, all that composure... and you fall apart like that for a villain."
“you were the one who just.. decided to rest between my legs like everything’s all good and dandy, you could’ve just sat beside me like a normal person.” you retorted, “you’re all talk and no bite.. claiming you hate me and you just.. come in and do all of this.” you began rubbing your fingers against your forehead.. you could almost feel a vein trying to pop out of frustration. shit, you can’t believe you just did that! with a villain, especially?!
dabi reached up, using his thumb to smear a stray drop of your arousal across his lower lip before licking it off slowly, never breaking eye contact. the embarrassment rolling off her didn't deter him. if anything, it only made him want to push you even further than he did.
“don’t think everything’s fixed just because of that, doll.” he paused, “you’re still a traitor in my eyes and i hate you for being one.”
“mhm, whatever you say. traitor, maybe.. hate? maybe not.”
Summary: Exam weeks with your boyfriend is the best. You guys study together and if the stress hits you so much? Shoto hits another thing inside you to make it go 😃
Warnings: Minors DNI (omg i feel old writing this sentence LMAO) Overstimulation, missionary, oral sex (fem receiving), virginity loss mentioned but its like a memo, lil freaky shoto, Dom!Shoto Sub!reader established relationship. BIGGEST TW: STUDYING 😱
》 Studying in UA was and is a big privilege. Let alone the fact studying in hero course but the school itself generally is a big privilege. Amazing education system, really dedicated teachers and generous meals/events... but the problem is this much privilege comes with a hard payment: Studying really hard on ANYTHING. And when i say anything it really is anything. Sometimes you feel like even picking up the trash has some rules and etiquettes at this school... well luckily for you. Your amazing boyfriend Shoto Todoroki (who scored 5th on midterms and is the best trio of class- no school) is always willing to study with you.
》 Sometimes you cant help but envy Shoto to be honest... As if being kind, rich and handsome wasnt enough he is also really good with school works. Even though its not much shocking knowing the way he was raised and was always a hardworking person. Shoto was an perfect example of a student. Meh... your jealousy was gone after this perfect guy pinned to much over to win your heart so you are all good now.
Your face made a sour expression as your hometeacher aizawa brought up the released date chart for the coming midterm exam week. You loved being in UA really. But you cant lie yourself enough to tell that you love many sleepless nights with stress and studying too... As you sigh you slowly realised your boyfriend, shoto, was staring at you across the class. You smiled as you send him a little wave with a mini air kiss that wouldnt be noticed easily... Shoto always watched you. Since you guys started to date after war. At first you were feeling weird because of the intimacy of his eyes... but as time flow between you guys and your relationship growed more you realized that shoto was staring at you because he wanted to learn how do you feel in even smallest thing coming up. And he learned it really well too... he would know what do you feel and how would you TWO, yes two, would want to do according to the stiuation.
Shoto gave a little nod and smile to you as a response to your kiss and wave. When the class break came, he walked towards you with his hands on his pant pockets.
"You gave a stressed reaction to the revealence of exam week. Would you like to study again love?"
You gave him a nod with a shy smile... His words didnt involve anything suggestive... but after spending some other exam weeks in your 3rd year, you learned that when Shoto implies studying together it isnt just... classes lets say.
"Your dorm or mine?" you answered his question with another one.
"Mine, if its not problem."
Oh you were cooked.
》 When the topic of sexual acts came into your relationship in the beginning of 3rd year, you were a bit scared. You thought Shoto was the sweetest boy alive and felt like a pervert beside him. So there is no need to explain how much you were shocked when Shoto was the first to bring the topic of sex to table.
》 Then your first times came around one night where you both felt comfortable, safe and needy... You both were virgins obviously.
》 It was passionate, soft and intimate. Never would have you thought that Shoto would study sex for you... The makeout, foreplay was so good that you felt just a little pain when he entered you. But when he entered you, another side of him came out.
》 Your thoughts about being a freaky perv was out of the window after some spended time behind closed doors with your boyfriend. HE was the freak one. Shoto is really intimate and passionate on the things he love and his hardworking side would always come out in the sex too. His words and actions was two differents topics. He would talk so sweetly, so softly to you that you would always cant help but give him what he wants. His actions on the other hand, was hard and rough. Well at least after some foreplay.
》 Shoto LOVES exploring new things on you. As long as you give him a yes he will try it. Except for hard pain kinks, watersports and degredation kink. Shoto HATES degredation im sorry, you cant change my mind. His past roughness would hit him on this spot when the topic sex came.
Shoto watched the snow display in front of his balcony, when the low sounds of knocking reached to his ears, attention was on the door already.
You smiled softly and hugged him as he welcomed you and closed the door. When you guys aparted he felt two quick kisses on his cheeks and after your hands on them.
As he kissed your palm and nuzzled into your hand he asked, "well want to eat some snacks at first?"
》 And after some snacks with tea, the session started. You were really relaxed at first but as the hours passed and study topics came more heavier... you felt tired and stressed. And your tension was not only from studying... Your sweet boyfriend Shoto, KNEW what he was doing.
》 Suddenly touching to your inner thigh with one palm as you were deep focused on the question, leaning onto you and explaining the amswer with a hot breath on your neck, telling you did a good job with a smile as he squeezes your arm softly after solving a question succesfully... He was teasing you. He always did that on your study sessions...
》 So when he slowly reached out to your hands upper sides and sensually came down with soft touches... you knew what was he gonna say.
"Should we take a little break, my love?"
'Little' my ass.
You felt ecstasy as shoto kept eating you out after your 3rd orgasm of the night... first one was from thigh riding on make out, second time was from his fingers on your clit and third time was from his mouth... You knew what was coming next, fourth time with his mouth AND fingers.
You knew this night was gonna be rough since he told you that he wanted you guys to study at his dorm room. Tatami mat was an amazing place to have sex quietly but wildly. His poundings would not be too much heard even though you always felt like you insides got formed into a new shape.
Your both forearms was resting on your forehead as your breathing finally slowed down. Shoto was kind enough to give you some breaks after each orgasm but oh god, you still felt really overstimulated after each time. You closed your eyes fastly as you felt his fingers on your entrance... At that time you really wondered if tonights stress was because of the exams or the thoughts of many orgasms your boyfriend was gonna give you...
"Please spread up pretty princess..." he said with a deep, soft but controlling voice. You felt like already cumming again with the tone of his talking. Oh he knew what he did to you.
》 After your 4th orgasm Shoto did what he always did, calmed you, hugged you a little bit amd softly kissed you all across to your body. Giving his sorry to you beforehandly. Because you knew his next actions was NOT gonna be soft in any way.
"H-hah... sho... love please slow down a bit!" You whispered to your boyfriends ears as you hugged your boyfriend tightly with tears on your eyes. But you knew shoto wouldnt. He kissed your neck as a response and sorry before going even more roughly with hips to your spine. His hands were on your sides of pillow and he was just a little bit up to control his hip movements.
God he always finded a way to go really deep on you. The squelch and pounding sounds were enough evidence to that.
When you felt like cumming again... Shoto already knew it was coming and took both of your hands from his neck to enterwine them with his. He got up a little bit to watch your expressions as he also felt like his finishing was coming.
You couldnt help but moan a bit more with both affects of deep hits and shoto's praises with kisses on your hands...
You saw the 9th cloud as your 5th orgasm hit you really hard and intimate... and also felt shoto's cums on your stomach...
》 After some aftercare and cleaning, Shoto came with 2 teas on his hands. He smirked a little bit and gave you a small wink before talking.
"Ready for second study session princess?"
Like hell he left any kind of energy for you to study today...
⤷ synopsis : shoto’s desperate. too desperate to wait until the two of you get home.
⤷ a/n : i don’t have much to say here, i just really like the idea of feral shoto.
⤷ warnings : smut, shoto is a desperate, pussy-drunk man, all characters are 18+!, pro hero! reader (mostly implied, not entirely stated)
shoto couldn’t stop thinking about you. the whole day, you were the only thing on his mind—you usually are, but this time, his thoughts were a little different, a little less respectful: they mainly consisted of him fucking you into oblivion until you were screaming his name, tears running down your pretty face as you clawed at his back, leaving gorgeous red scratch marks for him to feel throughout the day; a memory of you.
he was losing his mind, and it didn’t help that you were just everywhere. he had a photo of the two of you on his desk. every time he checked his phone, you were on his lockscreen. the last time you came to his agency, you’d cheekily etched your name into his desk. half the decorations in his office were decorations he bought with you. on some of the paperwork he had to sign, he’d find your signature there too. it’s like everywhere he looked, you were there, occupying his every thought.
he just couldn’t take it anymore. couldn’t take the immediate hard-on he’d end up with every time he thought of you.
your phone lights up with a ding—“Meeting at my agency. My office. Now, don’t be late.”—and you already know what exactly he means by ‘meeting’: it’s his little cover word for when he just wants to see your face, so you end up making your way over.
you make your way up into his office, opening the door to poke your head inside before stepping in properly. he doesn’t notice you initially, seemingly focused on his paperwork. his hair is messier than it was when he left in the morning, like he’s been running his hand through it constantly. you walk over to his desk, sitting on the edge.
“hi,” you greet softly, and he looks up at you then with a certain look in his eye, one that you can’t entirely decipher. “you okay?”
he doesn’t reply immediately, giving you a once over—more like a thrice over, really—before letting out a breath, putting his pen down.
“yeah. ‘m okay,” he says simply, but you can see that his breathing is slightly uneven as he looks up at you.
“okay…” to say you’re sceptical is a bit of understatement. for a moment, you think he’s gonna say more, but he doesn’t. he just keeps staring at you, subtly clenching his fists under the desk.
it’s when you go to card your hand through his hair and then cup his face that he snaps. he’s grabbing your waist and grabbing it you onto his lap, making you squeak in surprise, but it’s not very long-lived as he muffles it with a kiss. it’s hot, needy, deep, like he’s been waiting for you all day—which he definitely has been.
“i lied,” he mumbles against your mouth, pulling back just slightly to speak, “when i said i was fine. i don’t know what’s happened but—been thinkin’ about you all day, love,” he kisses you again, like he just can’t get enough, “thinkin’ about how good ‘m gonna fuck you.”
you’re a little stunned for a second. normally he’s a lot more composed than this, so to see him so… needy, if you will, it’s definitely a shock.
“so—you wanna go home?” you say, or you try to say, but his mouth has trailed down to nip at your neck, and it’s hard to not let out a moan. he shakes his head with a whisper of “need you now”, his hands on your hips already working to push up the skirt of your pretty little dress and then pull down your panties. you gasp when you feel his erection against your now-bare core as he grinds you down onto his lap. “here?! sho, we can’t—what if someone hears?” you try to reason with him, but he’s just not listening, instead standing up with you and bending you over his desk.
“then you just gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he says in that stupidly sinful voice of his. he keeps one hand on your lower back to keep you pressed against the desk as he frees his cock from his pants. he’s already hard, like he has been practically all day, running his tip through your slit.
“god, you’re always so wet for me. so easy,” he whispers almost reverently, like he’s admiring every inch of you. you don’t even get the opportunity to respond as he’s pushing into you, and your words come out as a sharp gasp.
he doesn’t waste any time, far too desperate for you. he has been all day, and it’s been driving him mad.
“everything in here has you written all over it,” he says breathlessly as he begins to pound into you. “you bought the picture frames in here. the couch. this desk, that we’re making a mess of. pictures of us when we first got together. everywhere i look is you, and it’s making me go insane.”
you can’t even form a response to what he’s saying, because he’s slamming into you with such force, like he’s trying to literally fuck all his pent up feelings out of his system. you try desperately to muffle your moans, biting your lip so hard you’re almost about to draw blood, because you’re in his office, in his agency, there’s interns and employees and people walking all over, and he’s here fucking the life out of you. for a moment, you think about someone walking in and seeing this: the all too revered shoto todoroki turning the love of his life into a puddle beneath him without a single care in the world. the thought weirdly arouses you far more than it should, to have people see so clearly who you belong to. you clench around him subconsciously, eliciting a deliciously sinful groan from him.
he’s whispering soft praises, telling you how good you are for him, how you take him so well, how he’s gonna stretch you out so good—he pairs that last comment with a sharp smack to your ass, resulting in a moan that’s higher than the rest of them, before he’s soothing the sting with his cool right hand.
you’re overwhelmed almost immediately, with the feeling of his hands all over your body, his lips trailing gentle kisses down your spine, all whilst he fucks you stupid, so it’s not long before you’re coming apart beneath him. you’re shaking, your eyes rolling back as you moan out his name, probably loud enough for the entire agency to hear, and it’s enough for him to fall over the edge right with you. his hips still, pelvis flush against your ass as he fills you right up, the two of you breathing heavily in tandem.
“fuck, love, you’re so good f’me. so pretty when you come,” he groans, rewarding you with a kiss to your cheek.
neither of you say anything for a while, too busy basking in the comfortable silence that comes with the afterglow. he cleans you up after, making sure there’s no evidence of you being utterly ravished, and he has you sit on his lap whilst he finishes off his paperwork.
“you know this means that every time you see this desk, you’re just gonna think of me even more, right?” you tease, and he just leans back and gives you a smug little smile.
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
“Are we done now?” You groaned, dramatically falling to your knees on the top of the mountain Katuski and you had hiked up. He’d woken you up at ass-O’clock that morning to drag you out of bed on a walk. Seriously, who even did that?
Katsuki chuckled, spinning on his heel to look at you. “You know when I first met you, you told me you were an ‘avid hiker.’” He stared down at you, a tone laced with sarcasm taking hold of his voice. You glared up at him, rolling to flop down on your back like a starfish.
“I only said that to impress you, I hate hiking.” You complained, meeting ruby red eyes with your own, a small pout on your lips.
He blinked at you, shaking his head. “I know, I’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend ever.” Katsuki’s scarred arm extended down to you, hand open for you to clasp. Your palm met his own, sweaty and slightly tacky.
You groaned as you got to your feet, letting go of your hand to dust yourself off. Your head tipped to the side. “You’re not the worst, per se, just… uhm… annoying.” You replied, looking at him, posture flopping forward to further exaggerate your tiredness. “Seriously though, are we almost there?”
“Uh huh,” Katuski nodded, letting you take his hand again. “You sound like a child.”
“Well I'm sorry I’ve been awake since five and it's… like what? Ten now?” You grumbled, pushing your legs to keep up with Katsuki’s scarily steady stamina.
“It’s not even eight AM yet.” The blonde replied, pushing himself onto a rock and then backing up to help you up. The two of you stood at the top of the mountain, staring out at the world around you in absolute awe. “Worth it now?” Katsukii asked, voice uncharacteristically gentle.
“Yeah.” You whispered, staring at the still-slightly orange sky, admiring the hue it cast around you. “How’d you even find this place?” You asked, leaning against Katsuki when he came to stand next to you. His arm snaked around your torso, rubbing your bicep with the rough of his palm.
“I have my ways.” He replied softly. The two of you stood still for a moment, neither of you speaking as you took in the breathtaking view. Katsuki’s hand stilled for a moment. You turned your head to look at him– only to find he was already gazing at you.
You smiled gently “Maybe we could take our kids up here one day. Hm?” You asked, wrapping your arm around Katsuki’s waist. He angled his body to face yours, arms shifting to hold your hips. “If they’re as active as you, that is. If they’re anything like me they ain’t getting up here.” You laughed, all your boyfriend did was crack a smile, but it appeared to fade as soon as it came. “Kats?” You asked.
“Hm?” he replied, his thumbs rubbing shaped in your hips.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “What's up?” You asked, hands cupping his face. “You seem spaced.” the blonde didn’t reply, letting the words linger between you for a moment. They seemed heavier than they were.
“We need to talk– eh, no, I need to talk and I’d like you to listen.” Katsuki pulled away, his hand catching your wrist to slowly move it from his face. Your stomach dropped, nausea washing over you. Was he breaking up with you?
You spoke before your mind could catch up. “Are you breaking up with me?” You questioned, staring at him. Katsuki simply chuckled.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” He replied, reaching behind him. The world felt like it was in slow motion as you watched him sink to one knee, fumbling with a small box in his hand.
“Kats-” You murmured, hands reaching up to rest by your heart, the other covering your mouth.
“Shh, sh, just– let me talk. Okay?” you nodded as he unfolded the box, turning the most gorgeous ring toward you. It was a reflex to gasp, gosh, it was stunning. “You– I know you’re probably hating me right now for forcing you to hike this big ass mountain just so I could propose… but I couldn’t think of anywhere quieter.” He started;
“The day I met you, the day we sat on Mina’s balcony and smoked while the sun set, I knew I wanted to marry you.” Katsuki paused for breath as tears rimmed your eyes. “You taught me what it was like to love, and you made me realize that I’m really not as much of an asshole as I think I am– you showed me kindness when I needed it most, and, and, — really, truthfully shaped me into a better person.”
“That’s so cliche.” You giggled, sniffing back tears.
“I knew you’d say that, uh, I did have a full speech planned out but seeing you cry is hurting me. And you’re likely going to say it’s cringey.” You laughed, wiping your eyes. “Will you marry me?” He asked. You nodded frantically as he stood.
“Yes! Yes, yes I will.” You cheered, extending a hand as Katsuki took the ring from the box. He slid it on your finger effortlessly, pulling you in by the arm.
“Thank you” He murmured in your ear, hugging you as tightly as possible. His head dipped into your neck. “And yeah, I’d love to take our future kids up here some day.”
You giggled, rubbing his back. “I love you. So much.”
“I love you more, always.” He replied, picking up his head and pressing a kiss to your lips.
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: i said i’ve stopped writing mha fics, but that doesn’t mean i can’t repost a few of my faves :). y/n has hair over her face like those cute, fluffy highland cows and a heavy southern accent cause it’s my fave accent ever and it fits.
you inhale the soft scent of grass, stretching your arms over your head and yawning. lifting your coils away from your face for a better look, you smile softly at the little figure running towards you, his little bell jingling around his neck.
“mama!” arata giggles and jumps on you for hugs.
“hi, baby,” you giggle quietly, sleep still in your lash line. “did ya have lunch?”
“mhm, ‘zuku gave me a salt.” he shows you the little white disk he’s half licked. “yum.”
“that’s nice, baby.” you sigh and lay back down.
life is good on the toshinori farm; the biggest hybrid farm in the country. you get to laze around all day with the other cows, eat whenever you want, and hang around with your calf. you watch him skip around the meadow, squealing in delight and trying to catch a bright, orange butterfly. occasionally plucking the petals off a daisy.
“mama,” arata calls.
“yah?”
“what that?” he points down the hill.
you lift your head and look over, seeing a large, white truck pulling up in front of the barn.
“we have visitors, baby,” you explain and take your sweet time sitting up. “why dontcha go see?”
“yeh!” he cheers and skips down the hill, leaving you to take another afternoon nap.
izuku pats the side of the truck to signal it’s gone far enough.
“drop it!” he calls the driver to lower the back ramp.
the other cows and bulls line up by the dividing fence with their babies, wondering what could be going on.
arata stands beside a brown cow with white patches, peeking out from behind her leg to watch two bulls stomp down the ramp into the barn.
“ooh, cute~” the brown cow,mina, swoons and flutters her fingers at the massive bull with black fur and red eyes.
“beeg,” arata mumbles.
“they are big,” mina giggles and pats his hair. “yer gonna get big like that one day.”
“wowee!”
“where’s yer mama?”
“umm, sleepy time.”
mina rolls her eyes, unsurprised. you could’ve at least come see what was happening.
inside the barn, izuku is showing the two bulls where they’ll be staying.
“you’ll have a great time here!” he chirps. “my name’s izuku, you can come to me or the other farmers if you need anything.”
the dark haired one chuffs and grins, shooting him a thumbs up.
“great! i’ll let you get settled in. feel free to hang around however you want, i’m sure the others are eager to meet you.”
once he leaves the two start to converse amongst themselves.
“looks like we’ve got company,” eijirou, the dark haired one with a tag in his ear, chuckles and nods at the door where several small faces are peeking out from behind.
“bunch of brats,” the blond,katsuki, scoffs and steps into one of the clean pens filled with hay.
“they’re so cute ,” eijirou coos and waves at them. some gasp and disappear behind the door, the rest smile and wave back.“their moms aren’t half bad either.”
“of course you’d think about shitty cows right now.”
“new farm means new opportunities, bro. hey guys, don’t be scared, we’re not gonna hurt you.”
as of those are the magic words, the calves all clamour into the barn and swarm eijirou, giggling and chatting excitedly.
“i’m being attacked,” eijirou jokes and crouches down to better speak to them. katsuki leans on the pen door post, watching him. one of the calves stares at him from below—or at least he thinks he is, he can’t tell by the way all its hair is covering his eyes but it’s head is in his direction so it must be.
“what?” he asks with a lifted brow.
arata keeps staring.
“okay…?”
the calf chuffs and lowers his head, mini charging and headbutting katsuki in his thigh.
“hey!” katsuki scolds. not because it hurt, or did anything really, but because who does this calf think he is headbutting people? he can tell this little one is gonna be a troublemaker. katsuki stomps his foot in retaliation, effectively scaring the calf into running away out of the barn.
“little shit,” he growls.
“be nice to them,” eijirou chides and smiles at a crushed dandelion one of the calves gives him.
“he was a little shit to me first!”
“he’s a baby .”
“tch, whatever. i’m gonna go look for water.”
arata runs to you, immediately trying to crawl into your hair. you wake up a bit startled, trying to see what the problem is.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
he pouts and hides his face in the massive fluff of coils. “meanie bull scarded me…”
“oh?” you carefully peel him out and sit him on your lap. “are ya hurt?”
“nuh uh.”
“oh then it’s fine. come let’s cuddle.” you kiss his chubby cheeks until he giggles and hugs you. your stomach decides now is the best time to rumble like a thunderstorm.
“uh oh, guess ahm a little hungry.” you yawn and stand up, dusting yourself off. “lets go see our new friends.”
“hmph, meanie,” your calf huffs but takes your hand anyway, toddling beside you towards the farm.
mina pulls your ear when she sees you. “where have ya been? ya can’t just nap all day and not know what’s goin’ on.”
“why not? it’s not like there’s anythin’ else to do.”
“ugh, yer unbelievable. we have new bulls though~they’re cute .”
you rest your arm on the fence and place your chin in your post. “do we? how troublesome,” you sigh wearily. you like the bulls on the farm, but sometimes their fighting in the meadow ruins your relaxation time. “i’ll see ‘em later, ahm mighty hungry right now.”
“izuku’s put some food bowls out by the troughs so go crazy.”
your mouth waters at the sound of that. “yummy. come on, arata.”
he follows you, trying to grab your tail swishing him in the face. arata sees katsuki coming out of the barn and gasps. “meanie bull!” he shouts and grabs your thigh, stopping you in your tracks.
“what’s wrong?”
he points at katsuki stretching. “eh! meanie.”
“arata, he’s minding his business, don’t be silly.”
the calf chuffs and lets go of your leg so you can go eat. of course he’s not satisfied, and knowing his mother is watching gives the calf more bravery than usual to charge katsuki again and headbutt his thigh. “meanie!”
“you again,” katsuki scoffs. “where’s your cow, damn?”
arata blows a raspberry at katsuki and hits him with his head, trying to push him like he’s seen the other bulls do.
“kid, i’m like twice your size,” katsuki deadpans, starting to be a little amused by the tenacious calf. he rolls his eyes and lowers his head, horns pointed at arata. “come here, little shit!”
arata squeals and trots away, katsuki rushing after him. not intending to hurt him, just shake him off a little. he
skids to a stop when he sees the person the calf hides behind.
you pinch the calf’s cheek and hand him an apple from the food bowl, smiling happily. katsuki watches the curve of your back and rear as you bend to wash your face in the water trough, pushing your hair back to show your face.
“meanie…” arata mumbles and chomps the apple.
“hm?” you hum and look where he’s looking, seeing katsuki standing there. “oh, is that the bull?”
“yeh.”
you wave politely at katsuki, turning back to start eating. his ears twitch with curiosity watching you eat the fruit and grains from the steel bowl.
“hey, katsuki!” eijirou claps him on the back, scaring the absolute shit out of him.
“jesus christ !” katsuki bellows. “what the fuck, shitty hair?! scared the fuck out of me.”
“sorry, bro. whatcha doin?”
“none of your business, is what,” he snaps.
“hey, there’s a cow over there.” he points at you.
goddammit, why did eijirou have to see?!
“we should go say hi.” eijirou pushes katsuki towards you and arata.
“no! shitty hair, let go of me!”
“mama! is meanie,” arata tells you when he sees the bulls approaching.
“hm?”
“hi!” eijirou grins. “we’re new here so we thought we’d say hi.”
you lift your hair to get a good look. “oh, nice to meet ya! i’m y/n and this is ma baby boy, arata. but i think y’all have met already.”
arata blows a raspberry at katsuki.
“we’re…familiar,” katsuki grumbles. of course the troublesome calf has to be yours .
“he’s real cute.” eijirou ruffles arata’s curls.
“he is ,” you agree. “so what brings ya both here to the farm? it’s been a while since we had new bulls.”
eijirou hooks his beefy arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re rescues from a fighting ring.”
you gasp softly. “oh my, i’m so sorry. is that where yer scars came from?”
“yeah, it was pretty bad. i got this one in my last fight.” he points at a jagged, raised scar on his abs.
you lean closer to get a better look, delicate fingers skimming over the tough flesh. katsuki chuffs softly at the attention you’re giving eijirou.
“it is pretty bad,” you say sadly. “hopefully yer both happier here.”
“us too,” eijirou chirps. the social fucker .
you pick up your food bowl in one hand and hold arata’s hand with the other. “we best get goin’. see ya around. say bye, baby.”
“buh bye.” arata waves at specifically eijirou, huffing at katsuki. katsuki squints in annoyance at the calf.
“he’ll come around, he’s shy around new people,” you laugh and it’s like bells in katsuki’s ears. “have a nice day.”
his eyes stay fixed on your rear as you leave.
“she seems nice, hopefully the others are like her— ow! ” eijirou yelps when katsuki grabs his horn to pull him down. “ what the fuck was that?”
“what? what did i do?”
“you wanna fuck her or something? hah ?” katsuki jostles the bigger bull.
“wha—what are you talking about? let go of me.” eijirou frees himself from katsuki’s iron grip. “jeez, i was just being nice. if we’re gonna live here we have to be nice . do you know her or something?”
an ear flicks in annoyance. “no.”
“so what—“ eijirou cuts off with a knowing gasp. “you like her.”
fuck! “no!”
“oh my god , you do.” eijirou waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “you should go for it, bro. she’s pretty, nice body too.”
katsuki makes a noise of agreement.
“you can do it. i’ll be rooting for you.”
he can’t do it.
where eijirou has charisma and charm, katsuki has none of those things. he has the charm of a drenched rat. one could blame his lack of socialisation as a calf and being forced to fight for his life as a young adult, but everyone kind of just ignores him.
even you.
he doesn’t think you understand how effortlessly sensual you are. even your simple movements have him gripping the fuck out of the fence post. and your soft, breathy voice isn’t helping. he’s dying over here.
“cold day today, everyone!” izuku announces as he pushes the cart down the middle of the cow barn. “sweater up.”
all of you murmur excitedly and pick out a sweater from the cart.
“here ya go, baby,” you coo and pull the orange sweater matching yours over arata’s head. “my baby’s so cute.”
“cute!” he squeals and flaps the baggy sleeves. “can i goes play?”
“of course, be back for lunch.”
“okie!” he giggles and runs off to play with the other calves.
mina comes into your pen in her signature bright pink sweater. “hey girl.”
“hey.” you kneel down to get started on twisting your hair. “are ya gonna hangout with that bull today?”
she swoons and plops next to you. “he’s so dreamy ~ahm in love.”
“ya say that about everyone ya got a crush on.”
“i’m serious! i think he’s the one. what about you?”
“me?”
she kicks her legs in glee. “don’t tell me ya don’t notice that big blond bull ogling ya like yer the last peach in the bowl.”
you blink at her, thoroughly confused. “does he?”
“ugh, y/n.”
katsuki looks at the orange sweater at arms length, turning it over repeatedly. “the fuck is this?”
“a sweater,” izuku explains when he sees katsuki’s confusion. “it’s chilly today and we don’t want any of you to get sick. it’s protocol.”
“ooh, warm,” eijirou mumbles and hugs himself in the red sweater. “i love it. you’ve gotta wear this, katsuki.”
katsuki scoffs and puts it on anyway, sighing at how warm it is. “whatever.”
some calves run inside the pen, chasing each other and bumping into some bulls. arata and katsuki, mortal ‘enemies’ ,meet again.
“meanie.”
“little shit. i’m ready for you this time.” katsuki lowers his head. arata charges but trips on an ill placed stone, tumbling onto his tummy. “owie!”
“uh oh.”
arata sniffles and sits on his bum, crying softly. katsuki grimaces and approaches the calf, nudging his cheek with the back of his knuckle. “hey, don’t cry. it was just a little fall. you hurt?”
the calf shakes his head and wipes his nose with the sleeve. “nuh uh.”
“come on, stand up and we’ll go find your mom.”
arata stands up, reluctantly holding onto katsuki’s sweater. the bull looks up at eijirou with a confused look. eijirou gives him an encouraging one in return.
“show me where she is.”
“okie…” arata leads him outside towards the cow barns. some cows hanging around whisper and giggle to themselves the closer he gets.
“i’m looking for his mom,” he tells the cows.
“she should be in the meadow somewhere.”
“thanks. you heard them, go to your mom,” he tells arata. arata stares up at him, lip wobbling.
“what now?” katsuki asks. “you want me to take you?”
arata nods.
“ugh, fine. let’s go.”
you lift your head when you hear arata call you from the distance, seeing him with kasuki.
“mama!” he sniffles and jumps into your lap.
“what happened? are ya okay?”
“owie.”
“he fell in the barn and wanted me to bring him here,” katsuki explains.
“aw ma poor baby,” you coo and kiss arata’s cheeks. “yer okay now. thank ya for bringing him.”
katsuki shrugs noncommittally. “see you around.”
“yer free to stay and join me,” you offer. “we’re even wearing the same sweater.”
katsuki looks down at himself, then at you. sure enough yours is the same gaudy, bright orange as his. “sure.”
you pat the empty space next to you, scooting a little so he can sit comfortably. “arata, are ya feeling better, baby?”
“yeh…”
you squish your cheek against his and gasp excitedly, pointing at a blue butterfly fluttering in the grass. “look, it’s a butterfly ! why don’t ya try and catch it?”
“yeh!” he giggles and runs after it.
“he got over it fast,” katsuki comments.
“he’s a happy baby. gets it from me , obviously.”
“where’s his dad?”
you jut your lip out in thought. “mmm, i dunno. he was some show bull from another farm they wanted me to have a calf with. i think they just wanted more showers. i wonder how he’s doing nowadays…”
“you’re a shower?”
you sit up a little higher. “yup, blue ribbon winner four years in a row before my baby. i can’t be bothered with them anymore.” you flip your twists over your shoulder. the scent of the hair oil the workers gave you wafting his way.
“nice,” katsuki responds.
awkward silence fills the space. well awkward for him , you seem to be content plucking daisies and braiding them into a flower crown. arata charges the tree you’re both sitting under, thudding his head on the bark and giggling.
“your calf likes to charge.”
“he does,” you giggle. “ya know how three year olds are, just full of energy.”
“yup. i was the same.”
“really?”
“mm, my cow couldn’t handle me.”
“and what about the bull fighting?”
katsuki tears some of the grass. “they took me away when i became an adult, told me to fight to stay alive and that’s where i met shitty hair. haven’t seen my family since.”
“oh…” you mumble sadly. “i’m sorry.”
“s’whatever. they told me they’ll try and find my family so it’s okay.”
you gently place the finished crown on his head. “well yer here now, and safe . that’s all that matters.”
katsuki’s cheeks warm up at the bright smile you give him, ears flicking. a bell rings in the distance; different than the ones he’s heard the past week. “what’s that?”
“oh, bath time!” you chirp.
“but we wash everyday.”
“no it’s special. we get special baths on saturdays. arty, let’s go!” you stand up and dust yourself off. “it’s super fun, don’t worry. and we get treats after.”
“hm,okay.”
turns out it really is a luxury experience. all the livestock are washed with scented shampoos and fur rubbed down with special oils after getting put in the full body blow dry.
“whew, those always feel good,” mina sighs as she steps out of the blow dry with her hair and fur fluffed up. “where’s my popsicle at?!”
izuku hands you a slice of jiggly cheesecake. “here you go, y/n, just the way you like it.”
you moo in appreciation of getting your favourite treat.
“enjoy. mina i promise i’ll get you your popsicle. and put your sweater back on before you catch a cold.”
mina chuffs air in his face, messing up his hair.
“don’t be fussy,” he scolds and walks away to get the treat.
“i’ll share ma cheesecake with ya if you want,” you offer.
“ew no, it’s gonna make me gain weight.”
“yerloss.” you pick up the fork on the plate and start to dig in, squealing happily and wiggling. “arty, where are ya? come get some cheesecake.”
katsuki steps out of the blow dry, smoothing down his hair. “i hate that thing.”
“why? it’s cool,” eijirou smiles and rubs his arm. “my fur feels so soft .”
izuku walks up to them with two wrapped popsicles. “alright fellas, here you go. your first treat until you figure out what you like.”
they take the treats sniffing the wrappers and carefully peeling them off. katsuki hesitantly licks it, pupils dilating at the sweet strawberry taste. “holy fuck…”
“don’t eat them too fast or you’re gonna get a brain freeze, which hurts. have fun.” he leaves them to finish the treats.
“woah! this is amazing!” eijirou beams. “i should share this with mina.”
katsuki looks at the popsicle, then around for you. seeing you sitting on a bench enjoying your cheesecake with arata. he makes his way over, sitting in the empty spot next to you.
“oh hey, ya got a popsicle,” you observe. “the red ones are really good.”
“i’ve never had one,” he admits.
“oh, have ya had cheesecake?” you hold up a piece on your fork for him to eat. katsuki gently noms it, humming approvingly. “s’good.”
you give him a gentle smile and keep eating, occasionally feeding him and arata some.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“there they go again,” mina hums, leaning on the fence post.
you lift your bangs to watch two bulls butt heads, jostling and shoving each other over and over.
late spring is in full bloom, which means aggressive bulls and ditsy cows hoping to be paired off. “already?”
“got your eye on anyone this year?”
you hum and pluck the petal off a peonie you found earlier. “no.”
“what about katsuki ~?”
your cheeks warm up. over the past few weeks the two of you have gotten particularly close . “some other cows are oglin’ him so ahm just sitting back.”
“ugh, girl. yer so fuckin’ dense.”
“ahm not dense, mina. ahm just neutral. he’s cute, yeah sure, he’s good with arty, i think he’s great. but ah’ll wait until he tells me what he wants.”
“uh huh,” she deadpans. “i’m gonna go find eijirou.”
unfortunately, katsuki is having the worst time. he’s frustrated and ridiculously horny. he bellows and moos in his pen, much to the annoyance of the other bulls and some workers.
“bro, shut the fuck up!” one barks at him from a pen.
“yeah, we’re trying to sleep!”
his entire time spent bullfighting, they kept him on suppressants to avoid this exact moment. eijirou has mina to take it out on but katsuki has nobody.
“christ, what is his problem?” a worker grumbles outside the barn. “we need a heifer for him.”
a heifer is brought in, nervously rubbing her arm. katsuki growls and snaps his teeth at her. she’s not who he wants right now. the heifer yelps and backs into the corner of the pen.
“get out,” he grumbles at her and turns his back.
“i just wanna help…”
“i don’t need your help.”
“hmph, then who do you want?” she asks with mild annoyance in her voice.
the heifer tries her best to relay his response to the workers, taking them to the cow barn and pointing at your door.
“y/n?” izuku calls and enters while you’re covering arata with his blankie. “i need you to do something.”
he explains the situation, asking for your consent. you gasp in surprise and cup your warm cheeks. “me? oh my…”
“you better go!” mina says from the pen next door, clearly eavesdropping. “now’s your chance!”
“stop!” you hesitate, thinking.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” izuku gently tells you. “he’ll understand, i’m sure. if you agree then we’ll have to use the bench, don’t worry we padded it extra.”
you hug yourself and nod, following him outside the pen towards a loan barn near the grain silo. the last time you were benched was with arata’s father to make sure he didn’t hurt you too badly in his rut frenzy.
“we’ll give you a shot after, okay? no calves for you this season,” izuku chuckles and flicks the light on. the bench sits proud in the middle, black leather shining under the lights.
“all clean, sanitised and ready. just wait here and i’ll bring him.”
you nod and watch him leave before touching the bench. you don’t even remember the last time you had a bull mount you. a year? two?
you hear the faint bellowing outside and start to feel nervous. unable to help but wonder what if he doesn’t like you?
the door bursts open, startling you. katsuki looks ragged ; hair messier than usual, cheeks and neck flushed down to his chest and dick hanging hard, red and heavy between his legs. his eyes fix on you, pupils dilated and swallowing up the intense red of his irises.
“have fun. you’ve got half an hour,” izuku calls and shuts the barn door.
you smile and wave at katsuki, hoping he doesn’t jump you. “i’m really flattered ya asked for me…”
he chuffs and carefully stalks over to you until you're forced to look up at him.
“i’ve never…” he trails off, hoping you catch on. “never had the chance.”
“really?” you ask in disbelief. “wow, don’t worry, it’s not scary. ahm extra flattered now.”
“tch, whatever.”
your fingers skim his abs. “ ah’ll make sure it’s good for ya.”
his cock gives a slight twitch.
you rise on your feet and press closer to him, chest to chest so you can kiss him. he’s a terrible kisser: all passion and no tact, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. he grips your rear, pulling you closer. the leaking head of his cock rubs against your tummy, covering you in sticky precum. a whimper bubbles from his throat at the sensation, hips jerking forward to chase more of the feeling.
“touch me here ,” you whisper and guide his hand to your soft tit. “i like that.
so he does, rolling the fleshy mound between his fingers and experimentally rubbing his thumb over your nipple. you squeak against at the shock of pleasure up your spine, and he’s sure the sound is seared into the folds of this brain.
he almost sobs when you eventually move away to climb onto the bench, spreading your legs and wiggling your hips suggestively. “just go slow, okay?”
katsuki gulps and steps into the space made by the cushions between your legs, one shaky hand gripping the fat of your ass cheek. he’s sure you can hear how hard his heart is beating, judging by how you look over your shoulder to give him a reassuring smile. “whenever yer ready.”
after what feels like eternity, katsuki finally works up the courage to carefully guide his dick to your plump lips. he hisses when the tip pops in, your pussy clamping down on the intrusion. his neck feels hot at the sounds you’re making the more of his dick he feeds into you, your head thrown back and mouth stuck open in a low moan. “keep goin’, sweetie .”
the grip on your hip tightens at the nickname. he’s heard you call a few of your friends that as a term of endearment, but hearing it with lust dancing around the edges of the letters is so different .
katsuki gasps wetly when he’s buried himself to the hilt, arms locking around you and face buried in your neck to ground himself. he inhales the scent of your sweet shampoo and oil, trying to think of anything except the vice grip your pussy has on him.
“yer doin’ great,” you whisper in encouragement. “move when ya want.”
katsuki huffs something and slowly starts to move his hips, shivering at the pleasure throbbing through his whole body.
“ah, yeah ,” you moan. “like that, baby. fuck me .”
“god shit ,” he grunts. “i can’t—i can’t .”
you turn your head slightly to look back at him, gasping when his hand wraps around your neck from behind and pulling you in for a kiss. his forehead presses against yours, body jerking from the force of his thrusts.
“mm, baby,” you mewl giddily. “yer fuckin’ me so good , i’m drippin ’ for ya. so sexy, sexy fuckin’ bull. spank me.”
katsuki clumsily smacks the side of your thigh with his free hand, choking on how tight you get. “l-like that?”
“mhm, just like that. doing great. just keep doin’ it.” your arms give our and you’re forced chest down ass up on the bench.
his thrusts become less synchronised and rougher as he focuses on his own pleasure. “fuckin’ fuck— i’m gonna breed you. cum deep inside…” he trails off with a groaning bellow, hips pushed flush against yours and sore dick spitting cum into your waiting body.
katsuki almost collapses on top of you, barely holding himself up with his arms on either side of you.
“ya did good,” you tell him honestly.
“you…you didn’t finish,” he observes.
“it’s fine, don’t worry. ah was just supposed to help ya out. we can do it again tomorrow.”
“tomorrow…”
izuku opening the door ruins the moment. “i must say you’re looking way better now, katsuki.” he grins. “lemme give y/n her shot and both of you can clean up and go to bed.”
“shot?” he asks you, still holding your hips. you wiggle out of his grasp and stand straight, combined fluids dripping down your inner thighs and fur.
“so ah don’t get pregnant.”
“oh…” for some reasons that makes him disappointed.
izuku pokes your arm with the syringe filled with yellow liquid, wiping it off with a alcohol soaked cotton swab and covering it with a cute pink bandage. katsuki cleans up slower compared to you, still in a rut daze.
“all done, good job y/n. you can get cheesecake tomorrow.”
you moo happily and nuzzle the top of his head in thanks.
“you’re welcome, get to bed before arata misses you.”
you wave over your shoulder at katsuki. “see ya, tomorrow, maybe ~”
the bulls that stayed up swoon and whistle at him when he comes back, peeking over their pens to watch him get locked up.
“ so how was it, blondie? who was the heifer?”
“ah heard it was y/n~”
“ooh, ahm almost jealous. that cow’s picky as hell but got a sweet ass on her.”
katsuki scoffs and drowns out their jeers and taunts, thinking about you. a pang of longing and guilt hits his chest.
you didn’t finish .
he chuffs and peeks his head over the pen, examining the lock on the door. he’s seen a million of these before,just has to pull up and back—
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he carefully opens the door to the cow barn, walking down the middle row. he’s not even sure which one is yours. if you’re a former shower, you should have your ribbons on the door. sure enough he sees the four silk ribbons nailed to the door of the last pen on the left. katsuki peeks over and ‘ pssts ’ at you rearranging arata. “hey.”
“oh my, it’s you. what’re ya doin’ here?”
“you didn’t finish.”
“huh? ah told ya we’ll do it again tomorrow. it’s late, yer gonna get in trouble if they see you.”
“can’t we do it here?” he whispers.
“ no , i’m not mating when ma baby is here.”
“ ah can take him .”
“mina! shut the fuck up,” you hiss. “stop eavesdroppin’.”
“ahm serious though. ah’ll even plug up his ears so he doesn’t hear ya screwing.”
you can’t believe you’re even considering this. but you are feeling a little ‘ blue balled ’ and frustrated. “ugh, ah feel like this is a bad idea. we’re not doing it here. “how did ya even open the door?”
“you just pull it up like this and back.” katsuki demonstrates and the door opens.
“wow, yer so smart.” you smile and step out to meet him. “we can go to the meadow, it’s safer there.”
he smiles softly and holds your hand. “let’s go.”
“can’t believe we’re doin’ this. ahm gonna get in trouble, i’ve never gotten in trouble,” you mumble as you and katsuki sneak past the fence into the meadow and under the tree you like to sit at. the light of the full moon casting everything in soft white light.
“so what do ya wanna do?”
katsuki plays with his fingers, pink blush spreading on his cheeks. “i thought we could finish…”
“mm, okay. y’want a kiss?”
“mhm.”
you cup his cheek and turn his face, pressing your lips to his. without the frenzy of rut frustration, he’s much better at this.
“it really was good,” you say against his lips, gently sucking the lower lip into your mouth. “for a first time. with some practice yer gonna make some cows happy.”
“i don’t want other cows,” he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “you’re perfect.”
he pushes your bangs away, looking into your eyes. “you should show your face more. you’re gorgeous.”
you blink up at him, cheeks warm. “maybe…d’ya really mean what ya said?”
“i did, i’ve liked you for a bit.”
“wow…mina was right,” you mumble thoughtfully and smile. “okay, yeah.”
“and i want to make you feel good,” he adds shyly.
“mm, y’can do that in so many ways, baby,” you purr and rub his biceps. “whatever y’want, baby.”
“i want to eat you out,” he says immediately.
“okay, wow . we’re going very fast,” you giggle. “why that?”
“i’ve been thinking about it…”
“ah, i see. why don’t we save that fer another time and ah’ll take care of ya instead?” you purr and rub suggestive circles on his chest. “just lay back fer me.”
katsuki obeys and lays back on the tree while you kiss down his chest and stomach. his breathing stutters when you plant a soft kiss on his pelvis, purposefully avoiding his cock for now. you moan softly and kiss up the shaft, pumping it slowly with your hand until it starts to fill out.
katsuki whines a little when you kiss the long scar on his pelvis, fisting the grass under him.
“mm,” you moan again when your tongue circles the tip. “you taste good, baby~”
the simple sentence made katsuki blush beet red. he feels lightheaded. his stomach tenses and ripples at the feeling of your mouth, eyes rolling back into his head. it’s wet ; sloppily so. spit and precum drools out of your mouth and down your chin and chest, leaving a sticky trail along the smooth skin. your hand pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth. with a loud smack, you pull off his dick for air, kissing the almost purple tip. “y’ like it?”
“ yes ,” he whines and gasps when you cup his heavy balls in your hand and give them a mild squeeze. he’s sure if you put your mouth on him again he was gonna cum . “can—can we?”
“mhm, we can. look how wet i am fer ya.” you go up on your knees so he can see the slick glistening between your legs and sticking to the insides of your thighs. “d’ya want me to take the lead?”
he nods meekly. you bite your lip and scooch closer until you can straddle him, dick pressed underneath your cunt. “hold me here,” you instruct and place his hands on your hips. “i’ll go slow.”
“you don’t have to,” he replies. “i can take it.”
“oh?” you coo. “alright then ~”
katsuki’s mouth opens and closes while he watches you brace yourself on your knees,reaching down and lining his leaking tip with your sopping pussy, shoving in pleasure as you slowly sink down onto him. murmurs of ‘so fucking wet ,’ ‘tight ,’ and ‘perfect’ tumble from him as he squeezes your hips.
“fuck… fuck ” he groans,biting his lip to try and hold off his orgasm. he’s sure if he moves he’ll cum and die from embarrassment
but it’s just so fucking good
he gives a few aborted thrusts up into you and bellows loudly. you feel the liquid heat bloom up into you and moan,watching his brow pinch in worry. “no it’s fine, don’t worry.” you kiss his nose for reassurance. “yer doing great.” you pull him closer and kiss the tip of his ear, “it’s okay. yer still hard,see.”
he hisses when you clench around him
“can ya go again?”
he hesitates then nods. you lift your hips and sink back down, the curved fat tip dragging right over your g-spot. your combined fluids making the slide easier and disgustingly loud . “oh god,it’s so good ” he grunts, “you're so warm”
"m-mmm f-fuck..." you whimper and swirl and grind your hips lightly on his cock. you make a noise of protest when the angle changes and no longer hits the spot you need him most. “s-switch with me.”
“huh?” he mumbles dumbly.
you chuff and lift your body off him, shuffling around until you’re laying on the grass. “like this.”
katsuki climbs over you, gasping softly at the way the soft light illuminates your features. “you’re beautiful…”
“thanks.” you smile softly up at him.
his thrusts are hard and fast; the way his cock hits the best parts of you over and over again is slowly turning your brain into mush.the way your hands wrap around him, clutching him for dear life as you moan and shake from the pleasure he had given you just adds more fuel to his desire. “fuck me ! please, please, please , i want it, i want it –” you beg, nails raking down his back.
“ s’good ” he moans,his hips thrusting clumsily up into you, hands grabbing whatever soft flesh on your torso he could.
“breed me,” you moo dazedly, pulling him closer and lock your thighs around his middle.
“you’re gonna be nice and fat with my calves…” he mumbles.
your eyes roll back at his words. he presses on your belly and you nearly buck him off when your orgasm ripples through you,a mixture of your combined fluids squeeze out around the tight ring where you’re both joined.
katsuki grits his teeth and struggles to fuck through the vice grip of your cunt threatening to push him out.
he bellows and fills you up for the second time, keeping his hips pushed right up against yours.
you sigh happily when the heat blooms through your core, his cock twitching inside you. “so good, baby.”
he chuffs softly and kisses your ears, making you giggle.
izuku whistles happily while opening the bull barn door, ringing the hanging bell. “rise and shine everyone. head over to the wash area.”
the bulls grumble and slowly rouse, waiting for him to unhook the latches to their doors. he stops at katsuki’s pen, noticing it’s wide open. “what on earth? where is he!?”
the workers search everywhere for him, panicking at losing a bull. it’s only until they check the cow barn and see the two of you cuddling in your pen do they relax.
“how did he get out?” a worker asks.
“he’s smart, probably figured out the lock. should we leave them?”
izuku sighs fondly at the sight. “maybe just for a few more minutes.”
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arata nibbles katsuki’s ear, trying to get him to play. “play!”
“not now, kid. go find your mom,” katsuki yawns and puts the straw hat over his face.
“play!” arata headbutts him repeatedly, unphasing katsuki.
“hey, it’s nap time.”
arata chuffs and plops on top of katsuki to take a nap. katsuki rubs his back. “i’ll play with you later if you promise to nap.”
“yay! i nap.”
they both snooze under the shade of the tree, enjoying the weather. an hour later, the rustling of grass and sunlight makes katsuki wake up. he squints up at you holding his hat and smiling. “hey, izuku is looking for ya, baby.”
“ugh, what does he want now?”
you hum and shrug your shoulders, patting the sleeping baby in the sling strapped to your chest. “no idea, but he said it’s important. there’s a truck and everything.” you kiss your calf’s sleeping face. “come on.”
katsuki begrudgingly gets up, holding arata close, nuzzling your face before the four of you make your way towards the farm. sure enough there’s a white truck and izuku is conversing with the blonde driver.
“oh katsuki, there you are! i’ve got something for you.” izuku nods at the driver. she pushes the lever down for the back of the truck to open and the ramp to lower.
“ ugh, finally! ” someone chuffs from inside. a female cow with ash blonde hair and fur stomps down the ramp with a brown haired bull behind her.
katsuki stares at them, his eyes prickling with involuntary tears. he puts arata down next to you, the sleepy calf fussing and clinging to your leg. the cow sees him and gasps. “ katsuki?! oh my baby !” she sobs and rubs to hug him, crying into his chest. “i’ve missed you so much. my baby boy.”
the three of them embrace while you stand aside, smiling softly and happy for him.
“i’m sorry we couldn’t protect you,” masaru sniffles. “we missed you everyday.”
“but we’re here now!” mitsuki laughs tearily. “and we’re together, that’s all that matters.”
“yeah,” katsuki says quietly.
you clear your throat, shifting on your feet. katsuki pulls away from his parents and stands next to you. “this is my mate, y/n.”
“very nice to meet ya,” you smile politely. “ah’ve heard a lot about ya.”
“aw, you’re gorgeous. i’m so happy to meet you,” mitsuki smiles and holds your hands.
“and this is ma baby, arata.” you gesture to the calf hiding behind you, then pat the pink sling secured to you. “and our little miracle, mj. she was kind of a happy accident,” you giggle.
masaru waves at arata. arata whines and hides behind katsuki. “he’s adorable. i’m happy for you, katsuki.”
“mj,” mitsuki says in awe and looks at the baby in the sling. “precious baby.”
“katsuki named her after you,” you tell her.
she tears up again, fanning her eyes and trying not to sob. “you sappy little shit, making me cry. i missed you so much.”
“Aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. You might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.”
— Or, in which Pro Hero Shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life. —
a/n: honestly, I did love this fic but mind is BUZZING at the thought of finally getting to write my todoroki family gangbang because I have that shit fucking outlined and I never outline anYTHING!!! but this was fun!!! i did a lot of extensive research into camming to only realize that if I wrote it realistically I wouldn’t be able to write this the way I intended… so camgirl is sorta really inaccurate and im sorry ;-;
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Being a Pro Hero was one of the most rewarding things Todoroki Shouto had ever done. With his day consumed with being in an element where he saved and protected people, there was nothing he could ever hope to improve. Well, as long as you only considered things in a job aspect.
As a Pro Hero, his job was his life.
Day in and day out, he was working.
From the first chime of his alarm at six in the morning until he was crashing on his bed at eleven at night, he wasn’t just anyone, he was Shouto, the Pro Hero.
when you forget to give the mha boys a goodbye kiss.
incl ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki x gn!reader, established relationship, all smau, fluff
a/n: writing this made me feel like a tiktok comment under a tffbwd edit that said “10% romance 90% sorry” i never watched it before but that was silly to me lol hopefully this was cute to read!!! TIL i’m not so good with contact names…
when the #2 hero falls for the #1 hero’s assistant.
incl ; pro hero!keigo takami x gn!reader, you’re endeavor’s assistant (sorry), all smau, fluff
a/n: imagine the look on my face when i was in the middle of writing the parts where the relationship is already established and then i realized i forgot to change his contact name… texting your boyfriend with no special contact name or picture or anything…
🪽 . . .⠀⠀fumikage tokoyami x fem!reader 𓏵 timeskip ⸝⸝ crystal use ⸝⸝ slight smut ⸝⸝ based on my beliefs and practices
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 the only colorful thing he wears constantly are the crystal bracelets you make him wear; tiger’s eye and jade. you had gotten deeper shades of each, but they were still bright compared to his usual all black and dark silver attire.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 he joins you for yoga if you are up early enough before he leaves patrol. you steal kisses through, smiling as you peak at him while his eyes are shut.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 he smells of incense noticeably through his cologne, as you always swirl it around him. he does it to himself when you are not awake. the scent makes him think of you while he patrols.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 curtains surround your bed and decorate each of the many windows you have. you adore the natural light and find it good for the soul, dark shadow dislikes too much of it because of the weakness it causes her. but, the house is never totally dark because of her as well.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 fumikage adores how easy you soothe him, whether that be merely holding him or distracting his mind with yoga, music, or a walk around your home. you had specifically gotten a home in the forest area of the city so you had access to nature. it soothes him just as it does you.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 you place crystals about the house, and he never dares touch or question them. dark shadow had once and had gotten scolded, safe to say she hadn’t touched one since.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 another thing that wasn’t uncommon to come home to was to find you nude in the hot spring in the backyard. a small tray with an incense burner sat in reach, a pot of green tea and two mugs sat upon it as well. one mug was partially full, the empty one saved for him. he’d always join with an amusing haste, pulling your bare body to his in the warm water.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 quickies were rare, as both of you believed sex wasn’t just some sort of quick release—it was a intimate display of love. you’d cleanse the room with sage and light candles. you’d rub essential oils into one another’s skin, movements slow and deep. don’t mistake it, you both had your kinks, but that sacred ritual came before anything else. it never ended until both had you had come at least twice.
𓈒 ֯ ׅ 𓇬 to put it simply, fumikage adores his spiritual wife and every little thing you bring. he loves the romance and intimacy in your relationship.
gonna start writing for him bc NOBODY does iyk any peak fumi fics TELL MEEE 🙏🙏
𝜗𝜚 you’re a nanny, forced to spend the night with the family you work for when a crazy storm hits
• keigo takami x f!reader
꒰꒰ cw ~ single dad!DILF!hawks, babysitter!reader, reader is scared of thunder, age gap, porn with too much plot i fear, so actually… slow burn, smut;; kissing, grinding, couch sex, fingering, praise, hold the moan(?), nipple play, pet names (gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, sweets, princess) ꒱꒱
wc 5.1k
The thunder in the night had you tucked into the corner of the couch, praying your boss would hurry his ass home so you could go home already.
Keke was fast asleep (somehow) and after every crash of lightning you checked the monitor to see her not even stir. Impressive, but more so embarrassing that a child can sleep through insanely loud thunder—and you’re here shaking.
Even worse, you damn near jumped off the couch when you heard the doorknob turning. Come on, who else would it be?
“Damn. It’s crazy out there,” Keigo huffed, coming inside drenched despite driving there. His eyes find yours immediately. “You’re still here, good,”
“Good?” You got up, walking past the couch toward him.
“You’re staying here tonight.”
“…I am?”
“Yeah,” he slipped his jacket off, hanging it up and taking his shoes off. “If I let you go home in that storm, I’d feel horrible.”
“Oh—Keigo, come on. I’ll be fine. I was just about to call a cab—” You were pulling your phone out of your pocket, before he quickly walked up and grabbed it from your hand.
“You’re staying here tonight,” he repeated, looking at your phone. “And this is dead.”
You scoffed, snatching it right back. “Come on. I’ll be fine. You act like I’ll be taken with the wind.”
“Yeah, you might,” he chuckled. “The guest room is yours. Or the couch. Anywhere, you know this is basically your home too.”
You groaned, knowing there was no arguing with him. You were a little nervous thinking about the trip back home… but you felt like a burden having to stay overnight. There were only two other instances where you had to do this, and they were pretty early into when you started working for him…
For the same reasons—the weather, bad snowstorms hit. It was harder then, he was insisting he was fine with you staying. After too long of a time arguing about it, you’d accept it, then lock yourself in the guest room to make it seem like you weren’t even there.
Keigo was fine, and it was like Christmas came early for his daughter when she saw you in the morning.
Whatever. It’s not a big deal. What’s the worst that could happen?
“I’m gonna shower,” Keigo said, looking back at you before he walked into the hallway. “You’ll be there?”
“Yeah.” You took back your spot on the couch. “Need to… charge this anyway,” you dragged your words, waving your phone at him. He chuckled, then walked off, and shortly after you heard the faint sound of the water running.
While he was gone, you tried to relax yourself. It’s normally hard to sleep somewhere other than home, but… you were especially nervous about this for some reason.
It was probably the rain and thunder. The fact that it was cold, and the windows making obnoxious sounds with every gust of wind. You just needed to relax.
Fifteen minutes of trying to relax later, Keigo was out the shower already.
“You cold?” He called out from the kitchen—you hadn't even realized he walked in.
“Hm?” You looked back. “…No? Not really.”
“You’re clinging to that corner like you are.”
You looked down at yourself, and, yeah… you were balled up at the side of the couch as if you were freezing. “It’s not that cold.” You adjusted your body, turning and leaning over the couch to look at him.
You heard him laugh, and watched him move around in the kitchen, his back facing you. He wore a white t-shirt, that—annoyingly—clung to his body, and grey sweatpants that may or may not have done the same. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge.
“Um? What are you doing?” you said, an almost motherly sort of tone in your voice.
He slowly turned to you, like he was caught. “Getting a drink.”
“Drinking at this time?”
“It’s a glass of wine,” he groaned, continuing to pour himself a cup. The deep red liquid swirled in the glass as he tilted the bottle. “Not like it’s… just straight alcohol, right?” He glanced at you.
“It’s close enough,” you grumbled.
“Yeah…” He closed the fridge after putting the wine away. “Which is why I’m drinking it.” As he turned with his glass, he revealed a second one in his hand. “And you are too.”
“Keigo,” you groaned.
“Or…” He takes a seat on the couch, near the middle, since you were so far in one corner. “I mean, I could drink both. Win win for me.”
You glared at him, before reaching and taking a glass. You glanced down at the baby monitor, saw Keke still out like a light, then took a sip.
“So…” you said, awkwardly.
He looked at you slowly. “So?”
“Uh… how was your day?”
He shrugged, looking forward. “Long,” he sighed. “The usual… suffocating things…” He looked at you again, with a small grin. “Nothing as fun as chasing my daughter around, I’m sure.”
“Oh, nothing is better than that.” You giggled. “She was actually pretty calm. Probably because it was so ugly all day…” You glared toward the windows, once again noticing the sound of rain hitting the glass after subconsciously ignoring it.
“Yeah,” he swallowed. “I don’t know how you do it. If it was just me and her, she would be fussy as hell—as if I control the weather.”
“Oh, of course you do. You’re her dad. You control everything, obviously.”
“Oh, of course,” he snorted.
Just a second after, another loud bang of thunder hit and made you flinch hard. You cursed to yourself, embarrassed, and looked at him looking at you.
“Y’know, I didn’t take you for someone who’s scared of thunderstorms.” He smirked, as he swished around the wine in his glass.
“I’m not scared of them,” you corrected.
“That… wasn’t… so you weren’t scared just now?”
“Nope. I was… startled.”
“Right.” He squinted at you.
You heard him chuckle, and the two of you simply sat in silence for a moment. The TV was on, but the volume was off. You both took a sip of wine at the same time, and in your peripheral you saw him turn his head to you again.
“I realize we don’t really have moments like this,” he said.
“Moments like this?” You echoed, looking at him.
“Where we just… sit and talk.”
“We do talk. We talk every day,” you smiled— confused—as you fixed your position on the couch, sort of getting out of the corner.
“Of course, but… it’s the same thing all the time, isn’t it?” He sipped his drink.
“Mmm.”
“We talk about work, then we talk about Keke, then… just… rinse and repeat.”
You tilted your head at him. “That’s normal, yeah?”
“Yeah…” He shrugged. “I feel like I should know more about you, though.”
“Oh, you know too much at this point—” you scoffed.
“I’m serious,” He leaned into you for a second. “We need to… I don’t know, ask icebreaker questions or something.”
“Icebreakers? I believe the… ice—melted a year ago.”
“Mm. It’s still cold over here…” he said, dramatically, as he rubbed his hand over his heart.
You blinked. “…Okay. Cornball.” You turned your body toward him, indulging in whatever he was up to. “Ask me whatever.”
It is true that you’ve known each other for a while, but you don’t… know each other.
It’s complicated. You know Keigo as much as a babysitter should know their dad-boss. He knows you just as much as a father should know about his babysitter. But how often is that… boundary really remembered? Especially after working for him for about two years…
It’s mainly you, anyway, keeping up the boundary. You almost subconsciously make sure to know your place at all times. You don’t ask him too many things, you don’t pry. You still learn a lot, though, because he opens up to you despite that.
Damn. You are a little cold. It’s not like you don’t want him to know more about you. You never thought about it, though…
“Favorite color?”
“Seriously?”
“You said whatever.”
You chuckled. “I dunno. I like… all of them. I’m inclusive.” You thought for a moment, before speaking again. “…You?”
“Red, probably. It changes though.” He sipped his wine. “Okay—I’ve got something good. If you weren't a babysitter, what would you be doing instead?”
You pursed your lips in thought. “That is a good one...” You hummed. “I’ve always been good with kids, so… still something… with kids. I don’t know about being…like, a teacher, though.”
“Do you…” He hesitated, only for a split second—but enough for you to notice. “Do you want kids?”
You looked at him immediately, a little stunned. “Maybe. At some point.”
He squinted as he nodded. “Okay… Ask me something.” He spoke softly.
“Did you always see yourself having kids?”
“Oh, yeah. And a daughter most definitely.” He grinned. “Maybe… earlier, I’d want one a little later in my life—but… I’m fine with how things turned out.”
You nodded, and your mind drifted to… well, his past relationships. More so, the mother of his daughter. You never knew her. You never hear about her. Keke never mentions a mother, it’s all just dead silence. You actually only know there was ever somebody because of… obviously, Keke’s existence and the fact that she looks just like Keigo, along with some snooping in your early days. Finding a love note deep in Keigo’s drawers. Let it be known, that was the first and last time you got nosy.
“You said to ask you whatever, right?” He spoke suddenly.
“Yeah.”
“Right. Do the same for me then. I see you thinking.”
You bit your lip. “I’m… like, nervous.”
“For what? It’s just me.” He tilted his head. “Come on. What’s it gonna be? Am I dating?” He laughed.
You groaned, gulping down the rest of your wine quickly—placing the glass on the coffee table, then turning to him. “You know what... yeah, actually. Are you dating?”
He raised his brows, finishing his drink as well and placing it down before speaking. “Nope. I haven’t dated anyone in… damn. A long time.”
“Really?” you asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” he shook his head. “Since Keke was born, it just… I mean, I have other priorities. I’ve tried, sure, but… it doesn’t work out.”
“Ah. I mean, I get that.”
“You do?” he asked, now being the surprised one. “You haven’t been… out there?”
“Out there?” you repeated after him, giggling. “No, I haven’t. The last time I was ever talking to a guy was… mmm, probably right before I started working.”
“Damn,” he mumbled, brows slightly furrowed. “Damn. Really?”
“Yes,” you huffed. “Alright, let’s not… stick to this. I can’t get guys, whatever.” You brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face playfully.
“That… isn’t what I’m saying—at all.”
“Then what is it?” You looked up, moving your legs to the side and folding them. You noticed the change in his expression.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re a… looker.”
“Okay—” You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “A looker?”
“A fox.”
“You forget my age.”
He rolled his eyes at you, smirking. “You’re… attractive.” He deepened his voice, and got quieter.
You could only blink at him.
“I say that only to… add on, as in—it’s surprising you aren’t dating.” He fixed his posture.
“I mean… I could… say the same for you.”
He raised his brows. “Think so?”
“As in, I’m just surprised you aren’t… dating… either.” You explained quickly, swallowing. “I mean.. for me, I just don’t need a relationship. I’m fine, like, I’m happy. I have Keke, and… I mean, I have y—”
Just then, thunder struck hard—probably close to the house from how loud it was. You literally yelped, and jumped to get away from the window (as if you weren’t on the couch).
As you caught your breath, you turned to look at Keigo and see if that gave him a heart attack too, but then you realized just how close you’d gotten to him.
To be honest, the two of you had been getting slightly closer as the conversation went on. It would be weird to talk to someone across the room, nonetheless across the couch you’re both sitting on.
But this was real close. If you’d scooted a little closer, your legs would touch his. His eyes were wide for a second, probably from your scream, but then his expression changed.
“Sorry…” you murmured.
“For what?” he said, just as quietly.
You couldn’t tell if he cared about how close the two of you were.
You just shrugged at him, as you were embarrassed and had no idea what to say.
“What were you saying?” He spoke again, looking toward the silent tv.
“Just that…” You looked down at your fidgeting hands. “I’m happy with you. I’m happy with Keke. I don’t need anyone else.”
“Yeah?” His voice stayed low, almost lost under the rain. “I feel the same.” He looked at you. “I’m happy with Keke. I’m happy with you.”
You smiled, not expecting these words from him at all. He’s always, of course, very appreciative of you—but it feels a little different now.
“I don’t think I want anything else,” he said finally. His eyes didn’t leave you for even a second. They drifted from your eyes, and your nose, and a little lower…
Fuck. You’re probably the one staring. You blinked, turning toward the baby monitor. You grabbed it, seeing Keke still very much fast asleep. You flinched as another hand suddenly was in your view, his. He gently took the monitor.
“She’s fine,” he mumbled.
“…Yeah… I know.”
He took a second, placing the monitor somewhere behind him before he chuckled lazily. “You ever thinking about anything but her?”
You laughed a little too. “It’s instinct, at this point.”
“Mmm. And she’s my daughter, but…” He turned his head toward your legs, for whatever reason, then looked back at you. “I can focus on other things.”
Your heart was pounding for whatever reason, your entire body felt extra hot—anxious to say something stupid.
“Other things… like…” You breathed in, too deeply for your own liking. “Like… what?”
His face looked more serious than ever. You had to be dumb. You couldn’t admit to yourself what he was looking at. It wasn’t your eyes, that’s for sure.
Then, one of his hands moved. Slowly, like he was seeing if you’d react any certain way. It made its way toward your chin, lifting your head a little, as he leaned in but stopped himself. His hand drifted to the side of your face, cupping your jaw.
“…You okay?” he murmured, thumb rubbing your cheek.
“…Mhm.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head no.
“…Okay,” he murmured. “I think about you.”
You blinked at him, only slightly nodding again so he knew to continue.
“I think about you a lot,” he huffed. “More than I should.”
“You… do?”
“Mm. I think you’re gorgeous. I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Keigo…”
“It’s true,” he swallowed. “You’re… just different. The way you care for people… for my daughter, for me…”
You huffed, looking away from him—but he was quick to angle your face right back to his.
“I think about you, and I think about taking care of you.” His eyes drift down to your lips, down to your neck. “Taking my time with you… fuck.” He looked up at you again. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I… mean, I…” You bit your lip.
“I want you.” He said, plainly. Seriously. “Do you want me?”
You, again, could only nod your head—but that was more than enough for him. Slowly, he closed the space between you.
He kissed you. It was soft, and barely there, and you could hear as he breathed in shakily. You were frozen for a moment until you kissed him back, and felt that breath leave him. His lips were careful, like he was still giving you an out.
Your lips separated for a moment, and he breathed deeply again—before leaning in, this time with more intention.
He hummed into your mouth, his hand sliding to the back of your head to pull you in closer. The kisses sped up, hungrier as you instinctively parted your lips for him.
He groaned, his tongue moving into your mouth as soon as you did. His free hand moved to your leg, sliding underneath your knee and slowly shifting it up toward him.
You followed, and let him move your body… on top of his. Straddling his legs. His hands moved down your back, and he would grip you a little and let go repeatedly.
After a moment, his kisses drifted across your face. The corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw—you couldn’t hold back a groan, which made him do the same in response.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your neck, kissing down to your collarbone.
You hummed in response, your hands sliding up his thick arms and cupping both sides of his neck. You felt him swallow just as you did.
He nibbled your skin. “God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled.
“You don’t have to…” you breathed, cutting yourself off and pulling away to look at him.
“I want to, I need you to hear it,” he said, swiftly moving back up to your lips and kissing you again. “Can’t even believe… ’m even touching you like this right now…” he mumbled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you impossibly closer.
“I know,” you mumbled. “Can’t… can’t believe it either…” You practically panted against him, your hands running through his damp hair.
As you continued kissing, you’d notice Keigo had gotten a little more… vocal. He was pulling away more just to breathe against you. You don’t know how it didn’t process, but you were now grinding against him. His hands guiding your hips into him, arching your back.
You also suddenly realized the growing heat in your stomach, and the way you… hated how his warm hands stopped just above your hips—right at your ass. Maybe he was trying to be respectful, but he was literally moving your body—making you grind on him—while he lifted his hips into you.
You reached back for his wrists when he dragged his hands down to your lower back, moving them even lower and encouraging him to grip you. He adjusted quickly, squeezing your ass and using that hold to pull you into a deeper grind.
“Shit,” he moaned against you. “Is… Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you breathed, your hands back on his arms.
Now that he was rolling his hips into you more confidently, you were really starting to feel his growing hardness. From just the feeling of it through the fabric, you could imagine the thick bulge in his sweats. You felt your own cunt ache for him, you wanted to see him.
Your kisses were getting sloppier by the second, he sucked against your tongue like he was trying to remember the taste of you. But then he pulled away, just for a second. He eyed the bottom of your shirt, before looking up at you. “I wanna see you,” he muttered.
“…Here?” you whispered, looking toward the abandoned baby monitor.
“She’s sleeping,” he said, lightly tugging your shirt. “You and I both know she’s a deep sleeper.”
“Mm… but what if…”
“She’s sleeping through that storm—I mean…” he thought for a moment, squinting at you. “Do you get that loud?” He smirked playfully.
“Wh—” You huffed at him, holding back a giggle. “No. I’m being cautious, Keigo…”
“Come on, it’s okay. We’re fine,” he leaned into you, kissing your neck again. “Always worrying.”
“Mghh… It’s… valid here, though…” You tilted your head for him.
“We’re fine.” He insisted again. “Let me see you. Please?”
He had puppy eyes when you looked at him, and those kisses to your neck were enough to convince you. You hummed, and he slid his hands under your shirt, then tugged it up and off your body in a swift movement. He took the short moment to take his shirt off too, which was also convincing to stay right where you were.
His hands then hovered over your body as he admired you. “Look at you,” he mumbled.
He didn’t care to waste any time. He automatically reached for your bra, undoing the clip and placing it to the side. His hands held your back as he pulled you down, and he kissed against your nipple.
“Keigo…” you gasped.
“Fuck,” he groaned against you, kissing and licking and sucking all around your nipple, as his hand reached to cup the other. “Even better than I imagined.”
“…You’ve imagined?” you muttered, panting against him.
“Don’t get me started,” he said, very seriously as his mouth popped from your nipple to tend to the other, letting his fingers circle around your (now) neglected breast.
You continued grinding into him as the heat and ache got worse with his mouth on your tits. Small whines and whimpers came from you that you couldn’t keep quiet, and of course he noticed.
“Tell me what you want,” he looked up at you. “Let me take care of you.”
“I… want you.”
“You have me.”
You groaned. He was trying to make you say it. “I want you to touch me…”
He let his face drop in realization for only a split second before he smiled. “I’m touching you. Is there somewhere specific you want me to touch you?” he said, his tone painfully teasing.
“Keigo,” you huffed, squeezing his arms.
“What is it, gorgeous?” He leaned into your face. “You wet for me?”
“Yes.” You couldn’t have him keep playing stupid. Your pussy was now clenching around nothing, and you’re not sure if he can feel his own cock twitching against you—but it’s too much to deal with now.
His hands slide from your waist to your ass as he plays with the waistband of your pants. “Oh… you want me to take care of this pretty pussy?”
“Mhm…” You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slide underneath your pants and panties.
His fingers felt too good as they simply palmed your pussy, the both of you sighing at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re wet…” He said, letting his middle finger rub your folds slowly. “Shit.” his finger rubbed up and down, teasing your entrance before circling your clit.
He groaned low, pressing one finger inside you gently, then adding a second. “Mmm… is that what you want?” He breathed against your neck.
“Yes, fuck,” you moaned against him.
He hummed, satisfied, before curling his fingers while his thumb found your clit again, rubbing firmly. His free hand stayed on your ass, squeezing and helping you grind down onto his hand.
He kept a steady rhythm, watching every reaction to see what you liked. His eyes went back down to your breasts—looking a little lonely, apparently, since his mouth returned to your nipple, sucking against it in sync with his fingers pumping inside you.
You were panting, now riding his hand desperately. This ache and want for something else inside you was turning into a need. “Nngh, Keigo… fuck, I want more.”
He kissed your nipple as he let go. “More?” He tilted his head. “More like what?”
“You know what…” you whined.
He bit his lip. “Yeah. I want you to say it.”
You groaned, glancing at him—then that bulge you were just thinking about. You heard him chuckle a little as your hand hesitated, but reached down toward it, palming it. “I want you… your cock. Inside me, Keigo.”
“Yeah? You do?” he murmured, his hips twitching up into you.
“Please.” You let your fingers caress against his hardness through the fabric. You immediately noticed how far you were able to drag your fingers, over his entire length.
He hummed, watching your hand on him, then looking up at you. “Okay, sweets, I’ll give you what you want.” He slid his fingers out of you—and so casually licked them clean—before he grabbed your jaw and pulled you into a deep kiss.
Then, the both of you moved quickly to get your damn pants out of the way. Well, more so you, Keigo only pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to pull his dick out. Better for him that he gets your bare legs, though.
He tugged you back into his lap, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.
“You’re…” You were almost shamelessly gawking at his cock. It wasn’t much of a shock, not only about everything that had just happened but he… always seemed like that sort of guy, but this was a sight. It twitched as he noticed your staring eyes. Fuck, you just knew you wanted it inside of you already.
“Mmm… do you wanna…” You looked toward the other side of the couch, wondering if he’d want to change positions.
“I’m fine with this.” He said, one of his hands reaching to push a hair behind your ear. “I wanna watch you take me like this.”
You hummed, shaking your head at him. “Mkay.”
He kept one hand on your thigh as you lifted yourself, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock to guide it. His thick head rubbed against your slick entrance, and he gripped onto you when he slowly slid inside you.
“God, you’re tight—” he groaned, gripping your body.
You whimpered, holding onto his shoulders tightly. You sighed as the sort of uncomfortable full feeling turned to pleasure.
“Y-You can… control the pace,” he murmured, breathing deeply.
You nodded your head, and after a few moments, you started slow. Rolling your hips and sinking down onto him again and again. Keigo’s head fell back against the couch for a moment, a low groan leaving him. “Fuck… just like that. You feel so good.”
His hands slid to your hips, guiding you as you found a gentle rhythm. He thrust up to meet you on every downstroke, making sure he practically bottomed out inside you. Every drop back down onto his cock left a quiet, wet sound.
“Listen to you. Shit, you’re so perfect.” He whispered against you. Your moans sounded pathetic, coming out breathy and desperate. You knew you needed to be quiet, and there was a reason why he pulled you in closer to his ear.
“Mmggnh… so big, Keigo,” you breathed. “So full..”
“So full of me?” He nibbled against your ear. “I know, pretty. You’re squeezing me so fucking good.”
By this point, Keigo was practically… controlling the pace himself. His hands were almost holding onto your body and lifting you up and down.
“Fuck, can I… is it okay if I thrust?” He asked, his hands sliding up your back.
You nodded frantically, barely able to speak. “Yes—please, Keigo.”
That was all he needed. His hands slid to your hips again and his grip tightened as he started driving up into you, harder and faster, pulling you down to meet every thrust. The sloppy slap of skin on skin got louder as he fucked you deep.
“God, yes,” he groaned against your neck. “Taking me so fucking well.”
You could only moan—failing to keep yourself quiet—as you gripped onto his arms. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot over and over, making your eyes roll back.
One of his hands moved between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing torturous circles. “Come on, gorgeous. I feel you twitching. I know you’re close,” he cooed to you. “Let go, pretty. Let me make you feel good.”
The added stimulation was too much. Though, almost nothing compared to how he was speaking to you now—breathy, with almost a whine in his voice like he needed this from you. He needed you to cum.
“Keigo—fuck, I’m—” Your words broke into a moan too loud, one of your hands rushing to your mouth to shut yourself up as you nuzzled your face near his neck. Your orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching around him rhythmically.
“Fuck, princess, just like that…” He praised, thrusting through your orgasm. Though, his hips slowed the tiniest bit, like this was taking him to the edge.
He kept fucking into you for a few moments more, damn near overstimulating you, until he swiftly lifted you off to sit lower onto his thighs as he came. He grabbed his cock, but didn’t even need to stroke himself to it.
With a rough groan he came, his thick ropes shooting right at your lower belly. His eyes were closed, breathing heavy. He bit his lip, before opening his eyes, and simply blinking at the sight before acting.
“Oh—damn, fuck,”
“It’s… fine—” You rasped. “I mean, I’ll… shower anyway…” You looked away from him, shoving your (now sweaty) hair out of your face.
He sat up, taking you by the chin and kissing you. A soft kiss, a little heated with the way his tongue slid into your mouth.
“You okay?” He murmured when he pulled away.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “…I mean, more than okay.” You chuckled lazily.
“…Okay,” He smiled. “Good.”
He spent a long moment simply looking at your face.
“I… shit, I mean, I never—” You were cut off by, oh who would have thought, the damn thunder again. You flinched hard, getting closer to him. “Fuck!” you groaned. “I thought it calmed down. How the hell am I supposed to sleep through that…” you put your hands in your hair again, lightly pulling, annoyed.
Keigo hummed. “Maybe it’ll… be a bit better if you aren’t alone?”
“I mean, I’m not alone. You guys are here. I swear, I’m just—” You looked up at him mid sentence, but he had a weird amused look on his face.
“I’m asking you to sleep with me.”
“…Sorry?” You blinked at him. “I just did, I think.”
“Okay—” he snorted. “Come to bed with me, literally, to actually sleep.”
You were surprised again. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.” He said softly. “Use my shower and everything… I don’t mind at all. You should know this.”
“You know how it is for me,” you groaned, looking toward the baby monitor—Keke was sleeping in an absurd position—but still, sleeping.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, flipping it over so you’d look at him again. “But… I’m serious. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“You’ve taken care of more than you think.”
“I could say the exact same to you.”
꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒꒱ thank you for reading!!! a few people have sent in requests that sort of have that dilf!hawks concept in them.. so i hope thisss makes some people happy ??! i also hope we don’t hate the name keke too much. keke possibly short for kiara.. or.. i dunno, any other k name ever LMAOOO. i think if i write more fics w him and a child.. i’d keep keke for consistency… unless you hate it!! i originally thought to have her nameless, but continuously saying “my/his daughter” and “the baby” was getting annoying. OH and also for any love island fans, the entire inspiration for this came from this carniya kiss, and actually.. the makeout sesh in this fic… is literally just completely based off of this videoJSHDJDHDJ. it was too buzzy. okay, holy yap!!!! bye bye!!!
It’s not your fault that your love language is physical touch!
And you love your friends! You love giving Ochaco hugs or giving Mina a kiss on the forehead! You like resting your head on Momo’s shoulder! But not so much with the guys. Correction—only with one very possessive, very angry Pomeranian.
Your best friend got special treatment, of course. Katsuki was basically a walking-talking heater, a literally blessing in the winters. When he’s around, you’re not allowed to cuddle into anyone else.
The man silently demanded his cheek-kisses standing there, bowing down to your height till you remember to kiss him. And that’s exactly what’s happening right now. He walked home (the UA dorm that the both of you live in) from the platonic movie date he took you to, he walked you to your door, the hallways deserted but you can hear music from Jirio’s room.
“I mean, the writing was beautiful.” You lean back your dorm room door, gesturing wildly with your hand. “But the acting? Atrocious!” Katsuki leans down to your height, face tilted to the side a little, waiting patiently for his kiss.
“And the cinematography? Ugh! Amateurish!” You throw your hands up dramatically, Katsuki narrows his eyes at you ranting away, wondering if you were being oblivious or you genuinely hadn’t realised yet. After a few moments, you realise that he wasn’t participating in the conversation, rolling your eyes as you realise what he wants.
You take a step closer to him, stepping up to your tip-toes. Listen, you were frustrated at the movie, you were sleepy, you were tired. So it definitely wasn’t your fault when you miscalculated, grabbing Katsuki’s chin, turning his face to plop a kiss on his cheek but instead, smooshing your lips right to his.
You pull away with a soft gasp, eyes wide as you look as the mark your lipstick just left of your best friend’s lips. You glance up to his eyes, slightly wide, entire body frozen in place, cheeks starting to pink. “I am so sorry!” You murmur hurriedly, your thumb from the hand on his cheek goes to wipe it of the stray lipstick, but—
Bakugo leans down lower, going again to press a short kiss back onto your lips, your thumb caught between. Blood rushes to your cheeks, lips hovering open in embarrassment, fluster, his face still inappropriately close and…your eyes glance back at his lips before baring into his flaming orange eyes.
“Are you sure you—” His voice is raspy as he blinks down at you, of course you don’t let him finish, crashing your lips into his, pulling him closer by his collar as he pushed you back against the door, his hands going innocently to your waist, simply peppering kisses against each others lips.
His hands wander to your back, his finger pressing in the sliver of your bare skin peeking out, making you gasp into his mouth, hands cupping his face as he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.
“You taste so good.” He whispers against your lips, pulling away just a moment, letting both of you catch your breath, you watch him lick his lips, eyes ablaze about to go back to taking his time with your lips when you hear a gasp from down the hallway, both your heads snapping to the sounds, Denki, Kirishima, and Deku staring at the two of you…
lmk if yall can finally comment cause i wanna see the comments 😭
I put on a gorilla documentary hoping for some background noise to work on some stuff but I’ve been sat here completely enthralled in these gorillas.
I thought it was gonna be a basic “this is how gorilla life works” and it kinda is but it’s also so dramatic like this feels like an actual story with plot
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡
GO HOME! (2.5k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work.
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”
you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.
it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you don’t give in just yet.
“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
“you need to put your shoes on—,”
“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.
“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
“i wanna stay here with you.”
even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.
“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.
“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”
“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”
“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.
“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
“another.” he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
“baby, no.” he complains.
since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”
“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.
“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.
you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.
“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”
your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.
“you’re so annoying.”
he shrugs.
with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”
“you’re not waking me up at three.”
he turns to you with a frown.
“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
“another. for good luck.”
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”
“i always do!”
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”
bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”
“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.
it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
“goodbye now. for real, kats.”
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”
“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.
he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”
“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”
“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”
comments n reblogs are appreciated. part 2 comments are deleted.
another idea for u my friend … bc i get a lot of these and now you shall have the honor of receiving some of these ideas …
okay so get this .. tomura … right? right? and reader is the biggest gooner he’s ever met in his fucking life. but reader doesn’t goon to random boys … no… reader is OOBSESSED with tomura and actively goons to him and he’s just like 😨
i see a LOT of shigaraki being obsessed with reader first and wanking his wang in their underwear and then reader magically likes him back after witnessing his goon sessions or whateva BUT WHAT IF THE PLACES ARE SWITCHED and reader is the one gooning … HEAR ME OUTTTT
btw do NOT comment on my lack of commas or whatever the shit ITS STILL READABLE I THINK 💔💔
an unhealthy obsession
Tomura x Stalker!Reader
read at your own risk. contains:
i) masturbating (reader)
ii) tomura and reader don't have any prior interactions
ii) degrading (me @ you thru the writing)
this was stupid, dangerous, and downright insane - but you'd already lost your mind the moment you first made plans to infiltrate the league of villains' hideout. there was no right reason for you to be so obsessed with him, only wrong ones. nothing could rationalize the need to be close to him, to chase him down-
but here you were, sitting on his bed, one of his shirts clutched tightly in your hands. you felt sick to your stomach when you brought it to your nose, inhaling deep breaths to get a whiff of his smell - like it was the only air your lungs would accept.
it was pathetic, really.
even more so when you took off your panties, already damp with your slick as you laid down on the bed. how fucking sick it was, to turn your brain off and just - pleasure yourself on the bed he sleeps in. soon, the air was filled with your noises, shaky and lewd - and above all, disgusting. you were glad that nobody was around.
or so you thought.
tomura had returned early, entering through the main door and immediately sensed something was wrong. his steps were quiet, cautious as he approached the door to his room - which he finds slightly ajar. he was ready to attack, to disintegrate whatever possible threat might be hiding behind the door-
-until he heard the soft moan of his name fall from your lips, followed by a string of curses as you reached your peak - staining the sheets with your juices.
he froze in the doorway, crimson eyes locked on your trembling body. his breath hitched once - an attempt to steady himself, to hold control - but it was useless. His hands twitched and itched, betraying the composure he tried so hard to maintain.
he dragged his gaze slowly over the scene - the way your face flushed, the damp patch on his sheets, your hand between your thighs... you were too far gone in your own haze to notice the door opening wider as he stepped into view. he should’ve been furious, should’ve said something, but all he did was watch - caught between disgust and a thrill he couldn't deny.
when you finally looked up, your eyes met his. the earlier lustful heat dissipated as a chill ran down your spine. he slammed the door shut behind him, locking it with a click before fixing you with a glare. his voice came out like gravel, rough and mean.
"breaking in just to get off on my stuff, huh?"
he came closer, each slow step deliberate, the sound of his shoes against the floor loud in the suffocating silence. he removed his hands from his pockets and let them flex at his sides, the faint twitch promising something you wouldn’t enjoy. or maybe you would - a freak like you would like anything from him, wouldn't you?
"i'll make you regret every second you've spent here."
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