fem habit and fem reader.. maybe.. please.. if you would like.. ><
you have no idea how happy i was when i woke up to this peak ask.
im trying different fic styles so im making this as listed headcanons but maybe ill make it a full fic in the future.
FEM!HABIT X FEM!READER
SFW
- now. fem!habit wouldnāt be really different from normal habit. sheād have medium to long brown hair, same clothing style.
- although i think sheād dress a bit more provocative to lure prey.
- personality wise, i think sheād be a bit more manipulative than the normal habit. sheād enjoy mind games a lot; especially if she gets to watch the victim start to get paranoid about the littlest things.
- she wonāt kill you, no, but she will toy with you. like a cat with a mouse.
- speaking of. youāll be called either mouse or dove. yes. fem!habit is build different in this case.
- sheās still ruthless, and she knows how to use her weapons.
- she keeps you out of her business, not because sheās worried about you, but ācause she doesnāt want anything to taint you but her. directly.
- she feeds you, she houses you (she kidnapped you but hey! rent free, right?).
NSFW
- this mf is a DOM. no questions asked.
- if sheās on bottom, you can bet sheās still in control.
- her favourite thing to do is stop you from doing whatever youāre doing and just sits on your face, rubbing her cunt on your mouth. sheāll hold your hair to keep you still while she rides your tongue.
- meanwhile, she likes eating you out when youāre either on your back with your legs over her shoulders, or sheāll have you face down ass up and she eats it from the back.
- she likes sloppy make outs. especially if she comes home all bloody and messy.
- INTO knife play. sheāll press her still bloody knife down your body until youāre shivering and begging her to just fuck you. sheāll fuck you with the knife handle. bet.
- sheās also into primal play. sheāll take you on a cute picnic date, act all romantic, and then when the sun starts to set, sheāll tell you to start running.
- spoiler alert: you never make it far.
- sheāll pin you to a tree, then manhandle you on the ground.
- she likes scissoring. dragging her clit against yours until youāre sobbing and holding onto her hips and thighs while she works you into overstimulation.
- sheās also a big fan of strap ons. sheāll pick the biggest dildo ever just make fun of you when you struggle to take it.
- sheāll press down your tummy to feel the bulge of her strap on and promises you sheāll get you pregnant.
- you kinda believe her.
- despite being a ruthless lover in the sheets too, sheāll always make you cum. and again. and again. if youāre not fucked out, passed out and delirious by the end, sheās disappointed.
>__<
AUFUUUFGUUU I NEED HABIT AND FEM!HABIT TO TAG TEAM ME
so. weāve talked about habit loving riding for a very specific reason. but at this point? i donāt think itās about the position, but the power trip that comes with holding the leash.
heāll have you in doggy. mean arch, ass up and face pressed in the pillow. heās holding the leash with one hand, keeping it tense, while his other hand keeps smacking your ass over and over just to watch it ripple.
āyouāre such a little liar, arenāt ya?ā he snickers, āmaking people think youāre such an innocent angel when youāre just a bitch in heat.ā
and you try to say no, really. you try to say that youāre not a bitch in heat, but i donāt think little whines of ānoooā would be believable enough.
and he laughs, tugging at the leash until your head is forced back. and he doesnāt stop; he keeps holding it back until youāre not touching the bed with your upper body, and youāre choking between moans.
he presses his chest against your back, and nuzzles his face into your neck, taking in your scent.
ābut you are. you see, you look like a real fucking good doggie. all whiny and leashed.ā your hands reach behind you, trying to paw at him, not sure if youāre trying to push him off or pull him closer.
he laughs under his breath, āand youāre pawing at me? fuck, youāre cute. makes me wanna bite you real hard, pup. real fucking hard.ā
he punctures the words with harsh thrusts, making your body go limp and sag. he lets you drop back on the bed with your chest
āgonna clicker train you. yeah, would you like that? gonna train you to get wet on command. bet your stupid fucking brain wouldnāt even notice. i got such a pretty airhead, aināt that true?ā
he knows youāre close. he can feel it with every clench of your pussy around him, or how much louder you get. thatās when he lets the leash go and flip you on your back.
still, he has a very specific idea in mind.
āthink fast?ā
he doesnāt really give you time. he taps your mouth and pinch your nose shut, cutting air. your eyes widen and he grins when he feels you tighten up even more.
āgotta cum fast or youāll pass out, pup. iād focus real hard if i were you.ā
habit x gn!reader drabble (reader is supposed to be thick but there is no description. also had fem!reader in mind, but thereās no description about the readerās genitalia), smut, mdni, some pet play, degradation. habit is his own trigger warning.
habit fucks you like he hates you. thatās the truth. itās not even his fault, he says every time, itās just in his biology.
and you understood, at first. heās not exactly human. you can positively say heās a demon. he kills people. tortures people. probably eats them too, although you never asked.
so itās only fair, for a demon, to be pretty damn animalistic during sex. he scratches on your plush skin, and you often always find bite marks on your neck and thighs, and bruises that look like his fingers on the meat of your hips.
you also understand the growls. the grunts.
what you donāt understand, though, is his need to make you ride him.
see, thatās tricky.
donāt be fooled. youāre not in control. youāre never in control around him, but if you ever forget it, heāll be happy to remind you by tugging at the tight leash around your neck.
itās a deep purple one, not too long so he can lazily hold it. itās attached to a silver collar with his name on it.
he tugs at the leash every time you slow your hips, and he slaps the side of your thigh, saying something like āgo faster or iāll choke you with the leash,ā or ābe a good doggieā just to hear you whine and return to your previous pace.
and heās lazy with it, too. one hand holds the leash, the other is behind his head. he doesnāt even help you! he just stares at you with those half lidded eyes of his, and a wolfishly grin on his lips.
heāll jerk his hips up to meet yours from time to time, or heāll slap your ass hard to make you tighten up around his cock. other than that? youāre on your own.
he knows humans like you are desperate to please. you crave attention, and validation even more. youāll work yourself into the ground just to feel him cum in you and get a pat on the head.
donāt worry, though. if you do a good job, heāll give you a reward.
>__<
a/n: this is shorter than i expected bc i got shy near the end. will probably talk about this some more. if you see me getting pounded with a leash around my throat, donāt save me. iām exactly where im supposed to be.
you know.. I think izukuās the type to definitely play with his food. The type to just push and pull you around, make you think itās all in your head the way he plays nice but then heās mean the next minute. But he swears, scouts honor, heās always being so nice! Like what do you mean, he loves you so much, he would never do or say anything so mean. Or would he? The rest of the world doesnāt think so, so thereās no way. But never worry though, heās always there to make you feel better anyway the best way he knows how š¤
āare you mad at me?ā izuku sounds like heās going to cry, that boyish edge to his voice threatening to topple out of place. sneaking up behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle. āplease donāt be mad at me. iāmā¦sorry for how things went down back there.ā
in front of a room full of your superiors. your peers. your old classmates. izuku had deemed you too small and too weak to handle the latest mission briefing. heās always had a nasty habit of making you dependable, turning you into this fragile doll that sits neatly amongst his things and requires dusting at least once a month. he acts like you break with too much rough play and as though you cannot handle the very career you both throw your lives away for.
usually. you would love it ā the lack of responsibility and freedom he gives you. being his baby, protected all the time, itās somewhat of a sickly sweet gift wrapped in a precious bow. to be loved like that, is considered lucky.
but your feelings are hurt, because your dynamic is meant to be a treasured secret for two. not a humiliation ritual for all your coworkers and friends to see.
are you upset with him? yes. āi donāt know, izuku,ā your words land quietly amongst the ambience of the agencyās halls. a withered whisper unsure of itself and the man it stands against. āi donāt like that you undermined me in front of the commission. ā
the hardline of his body curves against your back, thick arms snaking around your middle in the form of a noose ā youāre tied to the pro hero without the ability or strength to escape. āitās not that i think youāre not capable of the mission, love,ā izuku reveals his truth to you, word by word, quietly. his chest expands with a breath that seems to be relieved ā being honest with how he truly feels about you. ādonāt you think itās best if someoneā¦ higher ranking handles it? you know that your quick can sometimes beā¦ unstable under pressure.ā
you flinch. ānow youāre just being mean.ā
āso you are upset with me,ā rolling his emerald eyes, he sounds almost bored, like he finds the whole scenario pointless. the two of you hate to fight but itās easy to lose against dekuās patronising tone and sassy sigh. āeven though iām the one who got you here on this team. itās not being mean itās just honesty.ā
āand now youāre telling everyone i canāt hold my ground. do you see how that would upset me?ā to prevent you from making a scene, the jaded hero crowds you into a quieter hallway and makes quick work of his hands. one mapās its scarred grip up your abdomen and sternum in a perverse pathway ā reaching for your throat using gentle pressure. itās a grounding reminder, your reality. his thumb presses carefully into your erratic pulse ā the ghost of izukuās smile a whisper against your ear.
the other hand sits between your thighs, practically burning through your spandex hero suit as if it were the very sun Icarus flew too close to.
āyou would prefer it if i werenāt honest? if i lied to you? then youād be all embarrassed and come crying to me and that would make me a bad boyfriend, wouldnāt it?ā he bites and snarls, bearing his teeth back to you in hopes that youāll be good. back down. āiām just looking out for you, trying to keep my sweet girl safe. i donāt know what iād do if i lost you.ā
āi donāt need you always looking out for me.ā you argue.
āof course you do, silly girl. iām your boyfriend,ā you know what he means to say. izuku is your hero, heās everyoneās hero. born from clay and carved to form the legend man will talk of for centuries. every role heās ever played blends into one, boyfriend, son, hero. to him, they all mean the same thing. control over who survives and who doesnāt ā who is worth saving when it comes down to the wire. it doesnāt matter ā to him ā the strength you possess. you will always be another damsel to him. āwhy are you being this way?ā
āizuku, iām not being any way!ā
āyes, you are. youāre not listening to me right now,ā his squeeze around your throat becomes dangerous ā threatening to restrict air flow. he wouldnāt dare hurt you and you, quiet frankly, wouldnāt push him off when you very well can. the reason being, that you enjoy his almost cruel control over you because you know that izuku means well. your best interest is at the heart of everything you do. at least thatās what you tell yourself. ācome back to me, be my good girl and let me handle this. stay here where i know youāre safe.ā he purrs.
despite it all ā your frustration bubbles up and manifests in tears and izukuās knuckle runs rings over your clothed folds as you avidly wipe your face clean. ācome now, donāt cry,ā he digs deliciously against the slick spot in the front of your hero costume ā sloppily kissing your cheek. ālet me make it up to you, show you how sorry i am.ā
āi wonāt do it again.ā he murmurs the promise, pace quickening until youāre soaking through to his fingers tips. āi love you so much.ā
your head tips backwards against his firm shoulder in a forgiving moan ā the situation nearly forgotten, replaced by familiar sensations of ecstasy heading south through the synapses in your body. dully, your clit throbs beneath izukuās ministrations, pushing fabric side to side over the pleasure centre that pearls with arousal between clothed folds.
ālook at how wet this pussy is for me,ā izuku chuckles coyly, another victory under his belt. āsheās so sticky. itās like there was never a problem between us in the first place.ā
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ą¼ā§āĖ. summary: bakugo and deku's new assistant has more to her than meets the eye..
ą¼ā§āĖ. warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, improper use of quirk, p in v, vaginal sex, praise, condescending praise, degradation, soft!dom izuku, switch!katsuki, stubby!reader, freak!reader, use of dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, use of y/n, f!reader, boss x assistant dynamic, threesome, oral (m receiving)
ą¼ā§āĖ.w/c: 3.3k~
The agency never slept. Even at 10 p.m., the top floor hummed with post-patrol energyāreports being filed, strategy sessions running long, the occasional explosion from the training rooms downstairs. You had been the new administrative assistant for four months, handling everything from scheduling joint operations to making sure the coffee machine didnāt run dry. Quiet, efficient, and painfully timid. You spoke softly, avoided eye contact with the bigger names, and kept your head down. Especially around Dynamight and Deku.
Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were legends. Pro heroes at the top of their game, co-leading one of the most effective units in the city. They bickered constantly but moved like extensions of each other in the field. You noticed them. Everyone did. But you stayed professional. A polite nod in the hallway. A quiet āHere are the updated files, Bakugo-sanā when dropping things on his desk.
The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.
āFucking paperwork,ā Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.
You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. āIāll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.ā
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. āThanks. You donāt have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.ā
āItās fine,ā you murmured, eyes on the folder. āI donāt mind.ā
Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. āYou always this quiet, assistant?ā
You nodded, cheeks warm. āUsually.ā
He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.
After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff āthanksā when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long daysāāYou like it with two sugars, right?āāand chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.
You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.
One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.
āRough shift?ā he asked gently, leaning against the counter.
You shrugged, voice quiet. āJust a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. Iām almost done.ā
He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. āYouāre really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You donāt.ā
The compliment made your cheeks heat. āI like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.ā
Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. āFlirting with the staff, Deku?ā
To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. āYou eat this shit every night? No wonder youāre so quiet. Need real food.ā
From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugoās sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small waysādry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about āextrasā in the field.
Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.
āYou didnāt have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.ā
You looked up at him, timid but honest. āI wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.ā
Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Donāt work yourself dead next time.
Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. Weāll see you Monday.
The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought youād like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.
Spring arrived, and so did the first date.
They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.
āWeāre interested,ā Bakugo said. āIn more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?ā
Midoriya elbowed him. āWhat he means isā¦ we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?ā
You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didnāt do this. But looking at themāBakugoās sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriyaās soft hopeāyou nodded. āYes. Iād like that.ā
The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cookedāspicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.
You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. āIām not very exciting,ā you admitted quietly. āCompared to hero work.ā
Bakugo snorted. āBullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. Thatās more than most extras manage.ā
Midoriya smiled warmly. āWe like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesnāt mean boring.ā
The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.
Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. āCāmon, donāt hold back. I know youāve got more in you.ā Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everythingāquirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.
Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugoās hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantlyāāYouāre doing so well,ā āSo pretty like thisāāuntil you melted.
You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirksāhow you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugoās rants got ridiculous.
One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.
āYouāre too good for us,ā Midoriya murmured.
āDamn right she is,ā Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. āDonāt let it go to your head, assistant.ā
You just smiled softly, content.
Two and a half months in, the dam broke.
It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugoās hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolderāhands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungryābut youād stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.
Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.
āI need to tell you something,ā you said quietly, voice timid even now.
Bakugo paused the movie. āWhat?ā
Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. āYou can tell us anything.ā
You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. āIām notā¦ as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. Iāve been holding back because I didnāt want to freak you out. But I wantā¦ more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.ā
Silence stretched for a beat.
Bakugoās grin was slow and feral. āWell fuck. Our sweet little assistantās been hiding a freak side.ā
Midoriyaās eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. āYou donāt have to hide with us. Ever. If thatās what you need, weāll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if itās too much.ā
You nodded, already aching. āPlease.ā
They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at firstāyour shirt, then Bakugoās, Midoriyaāsārevealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.
āNone of that shit. Let us see whatās ours.ā
Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. āBreathe, sweetheart. Weāve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.ā
Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. āGonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?ā
You whimpered. āPlease, Katsuki.ā
He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skinātiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.
āFuck, sheās sensitive,ā Bakugo muttered. āLook at her squirming already.ā
Midoriyaās hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. āAlready so wet for us. Thatās my good girl. So eager. Youāve been thinking about this for a while, havenāt you?ā
You nodded frantically. āYesāplease, more.ā
Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. āTaking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. Iām so proud of you for asking for what you need.ā
They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didnāt stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.
āAss up. Time to fuck you properly.ā
Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. āOpen for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.ā
You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. āShitāgreedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.ā
He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrustāheat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. āThatās it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well youāre doing. I love seeing you like thisāfull and desperate.ā
The contrast wrecked you. Bakugoās degrading growls mixed with Midoriyaās soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.
They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. āEasy, baby. Take all of me. Good girlājust like that.ā One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.
Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. āGonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.ā
The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythmāBakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.
Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about āhydration, dumbassā but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.
āYouāre full of surprises,ā Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. āGood ones. Donāt hide that shit from us again.ā
Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. āWe love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. Weāre keeping every part.ā
You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.
mha x fem!reader,, deku is on sum freaky kevin gates type of timing
irls,,, turn back im telling u.., just run š
Your boyfriend, Izuku, is suuuuuch a pervert.
You would have never expected it from your sweet boy. Izuku was so sweet, he never did anything you didnāt want to, he was so respectful to the point it was humorous, and he got flustered at you even touching his hand!
Which is why it surprised you when about a year into your relationship, things began to shift.Ā
Izuku was much more needy than you had anticipated, always waking you with a firm grip on your waist and lazy, shallow thrusts against your backside as he dryhumped you. Izuku also had a habit of rubbing you through your panties. It wasnāt even during sex! You two could be cuddling, watching a movie, in the car, sometimes during lecture!. Izuku always snuck his hand in your waistband, idly swirling his thumb over your damp slit before pressing and rubbing gently against your pearl. Sometimes, you two didnāt even have sex after, he was just doing it for the love of the game.
Or like when heād always find a way to make you watch your own reactions while he fucked you, like now. Heās got the camera app on his laptop open as he fucked you in prone. Your eyes rolled back as he thrusted slowly, your breath stuttered as pressed his hips into you as far as he could. He let out a soft curse, glancing up at the screen.Ā
You were so cute like this, shaking and whining underneath him. Izuku lifted his chest off of your back, sitting up as he rubbed his hands up and down the expanse of your back. He twitched inside of you, your breaths finally gaining some kind of rhythm.Ā
āAre you okay, baby?ā He asked, his own voice wavered slightly as he held your hips. You whined, blinking the tears out of your eyes as you looked up at him through the camera. He grinned at your nonverbal response, shaking his head as he leaned back over you, planting each of his hands on either side of you.Ā
āāM gonna need a better answer than that.ā He hummed, grinding his hips flush against yours. You felt your head spin,Ā letting out a broken moan as he loomed above you. He brushed your hair from your face, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the crook of your neck and your shoulder. Izuku didnāt let go of your hair, keeping his grip gentle while he nosed against your temple.
He whined against your skin, his hips still slowly moving against yours. āYouāre so pretty, you know that?ā Izuku mumbled breathlessly, laughing softly as you nodded mindlessly. He gently pulled on your hair bunched up in his left hand, groaning as you arched your back slightly and stared directly into the camera.
Your face was flushed, sweat sticking to your skin, lips swollen and soft, drool still dribbling on the side of your face. God, Izuku almost came right then and there. He groaned softly, making eye contact with you in the camera. His breaths tickled you, one hand fisting the sheets while the other wrapped your hair gently around his hand.Ā
āFuck, youāre so gorgeous. Look at you,ā he cooed, whining with need as he watched your face scrunch and twist as his length inside of you. He breathed, a shaky sound, before he let go of your hair.Ā āYou can take this dick, canāt you?ā Izuku hummed, his kind voice filled with a raspy need as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. He smiled as you nodded, your breath catching as you opened your mouth to let out a little āmmmhmmmā.Ā
Izuku bit his bottom lip, his chin wobbling as he pounded deep into you, suddenly fucking you faster just to see your reaction. He grinned, watching how your eyes rolled back deeply while your mouth was twisted into a frown. Izuku felt his tip bounce against that spongey, sticky spot deep within you, his balls slapping against the fat of your ass as he fucked into you.
Your moans were like a symphony, real and desperate. Izuku felt his stomach coil and twist painfully at your expression when he angled himself deeper. Your legs trembled beneath him, had you had any strength left, your feet would be kicking in the air. You felt your tears drip down your cheeks, the warm feeling quickly leaving as said tears dripped onto the sheets beneath you two.Ā
The green-haired man let out a strangled moan as he thrusted into you with more persistence. His back flexed as he lowered himself completely onto you before he raised his hips and propped himself up onto his knees just a bit. Izuku hammered into you, his whines and groans now clipped with satisfaction as he watched your face contort. He drooled against your shoulder, his face shiny with a bit of sweat while that red on his cheeks only blossomed to the rest of the space.Ā
Izuku moaned in your ear, your voices mingling with each other in the warm air of the room. You were close, damn near swandiving off of the edge as he slipped his hand underneath your body and rubbed tight circles on your clit. He panted heavily against your neck and ears,Ā his own voice losing more and more composure as it progressed.Ā
āI want you to come for me so badly,ā he huffed, his brows twitching into a furrow as he brought you close and closer to your orgasm. The green-haired man was just as close as you, his thrusts struggled to keep its form as your pussy filled the room with its hungry, loud squelches. Izuku twisted his fingers with more fervence, your toes curling behind you as your mouth fell open from the pure pleasure. You clenched and squeezed your boyfriend, panting as he didnāt stop drilling into you.Ā
You came with a cry, your entire body trembling with need as Izuku watched your fucked out expression. He was gonna bust a nut just from looking at how you weeped, your shoulders heaving as you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. Izuku cleared his throat with a whine, bucking his hips deep into you. A creamy white ring remained on the base of his cock, making the noises from your core so much nastier. He whimpered out, his eyes fixated on your sloppy face as he fucked you.Ā
He came shortly after that, his voice giving out from the pleasure as he came inside of you, twitching restlessly inside of your sopping, wet cunt as he pumped his cum into you. He inhaled sharply, feeling droplets of himself spurt into you.
Izuku smiled in exhaustion, tilting your head up to press a deep kiss to your lips. You groaned softly against his lips, catching your breath as you kissed your boyfriend. Izuku sighed, tired and satisfied as he pulled out of you. He rested his bare, wet cock against your ass, preoccupied with decorating your entire frame with kisses. He licked your shoulder, a gentle kitten swipe as he patted your hip with overwhelming gentleness.Ā
āYou felt so good.ā He breathed, his heart swelling at your cock-drunk smile. āThank you so much, you felt amazing.ā Izuku continued, shutting his laptop closed as he ran his hands up and down your sides, your back still arching from the sensitivity of the sex.Ā
He pulled you up, cradling you in his lap before the both of you collapsed onto the bed. Izuku groaned, sighing as he rested his hand on the fat of your ass. āI love you so much.ā He smiled, kissing you as you pressed into him.Ā
āDidnāt think you of all people would be this freaked out.ā You teased, feeling the ache between your thighs spark up now. You watched as his face turned beet red, a shy smile on his face as he shook his head.Ā
āOnly for you.ā
a/n: i write this whole thing while hitting blinkers off the yart i am SO sorry if it becomes unintelligible by the end š i canāt read for shit,,
Ok, since we know that izuku and reader obviously have a breeding kink, could we see izuku āpunishingā reader by wearing condoms during marathon sex and refusing to cum inside no matter how much she begs? Please feel free to ignore but I feel like you would do this justice š
A/N: May your pumpum always be bred and wetš
HUBBY! Midoriya Izuku x WIFEY! Reader
Condoms were the bane of your existence.
Izuku had your legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into you with brutal speed. Your head was thrown back as you moaned. Your fingers were digging into his back, your nails dragging down his back, leaving marks against his freckled skin.
"Izuku!" You moaned as you closed your eyes, your hole squeezing his cock tighter. You were trying so hard to suck him in, to make him feel so good that he would change his mind. "Mmmh~ please... p-please take it off. I wanna feel you normally."
Izuku scoffed as his fisted the blankets. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he closed his eyes feeling you squeeze him so tightly. You had a way of massaging his cock with your insides that had him dreaming about you. It was so hard for him to stay strong right now but he was set on his decision. "Oh baby. You know I love it when you beg but..." He groaned as he dropped his head for a moment his hips stuttering. "Hmm... but you don't deserve it raw."
"I do!" You begged as you opened your eyes, flicking to look up at him with big eyes. You nodded your head with a pout and wet lips, wanting him so desperately to take the condom off. You hated the feeling of latex compared to his raw thick cock. Your head nodded eagerly as your eyes were wet, begging for it. You felt so desperate for him. "I deserve it. I'm a good girl."
"A good girl?" Izuku scoffed as he sat back on his haunches and knees stopping for a moment. He stared down at you hard, his green eyes dark as he glared down at you. "You decide to wear the skimpiest little bikini for our house warming party and talk to our friends about how hard we're trying for a baby."
You knew that you would annoy him with your behaviour, mostly because you had been ignoring him and his warnings about how he was feeling. You knew that your little tiny crotch underwear for your swimsuit was not the smartest thing to wear when you had a friends who were proheroes all around.
You were hoping your husband would punish you,
just not with the one thing you were doing the opposite of doing.
The two of you had been trying for a baby for a while, with not much success, which entailed a lot of no barrier sex and no contraceptives (not that the two of you used much to begin with).
So to say that you were not expecting him to pull out a box of condoms.
Izuku scoffed and moved his hand over the mound of your cunt. His thumb moved to rest on your clit as he started massaging your sensitive nub. "I don't think you deserve to have my cum inside you." You whined feeling pleasure build deep inside you. He hummed as he shook his head. "Yah, I think you can finish without it again."
"Nooo.... not again, please not again." You sobbed as tears beaded at your eyes as you threw your head back once more.
The both of you were on your third round now and you loved when the both of you had sex like this, endless and rounds after rounds that would have you drooling. You loved the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. You loved feeling so stuffed that you could barely breathe or move or thing. You loved feeling him drip down and his fat cock head try push it all back in.
The thought of him impregnating you always had your clit twitching and your pussy swollen with need.
But you hated condoms.
Izuku hated them too. Ever since he first felt your luxurious cunt, he was never the same. Feeling your unfiltered slick walls against his cock. He loved feeling you massage his dick like you were meant for him, like you were born to take him like this. Having a condom in the way was enough to drive him insane at what he knew he was missing.
But Izuku was one petty bastard.
And watching you come with a cry of frustration as wiggled and whine, begging for his cock like it was the only thing that could solace you, was enough to make it all worth it.
izuku who gets a little mean when you're all drunk on his cock
cw: p in v
"yeah, you like that huh baby?" he says, his hips working his heavy cock into you one inch at a time. you simply whine in response, eyes already rolling back at the way his hand rubs your clit.
he has you firmly pinned in prone bone, his weight preventing any squirming. he works his cock further into you, savoring the way your pussy flutters around him.
"you're, you're my little slut, yeah?" he whispers, voice mocking in your ear.
"y-yes, yes 'zuku, ngh-"
"that's it, take my cock. good slut."
his hips slam a little rougher now, forcing moans and begs out of your mouth. a thin layer of sweat covers both your naked bodies, and the perverted sounds of plaps and squelches fill the room.
izuku's hand reaches out to lift your head by your hair in a firm grip whilst the other pushes your back down. you pant in the new position, body trembling as you grow closer.
"there you go, cum on my cock baby, like you were made to."
you scream out as you cum, orgasm shaking your body as you clamp down on his cock. he fucks you softly as he rides out your high, laughing softly when you try to squirm over, overstimulated.
You had been tossing and turning the whole night, just unable to fall asleep. You had tried everything: melatonin, a warm drink, soft music. Nothing worked, and it didn't help that your husband wasn't in bed next to you.
Izuku has always been a hard worker, always doing the most to achieve his dreams, and now that he's a teacher, he does the most to help his students achieve theirs.
You love that about him, how he's always so willing to help people, but now is one of those times when you wish he would just take a break. He's been in his home office for hours now when he should be in bed with you.Ā
You rub your thighs together; youāve been needy all night. You and Izuku haven't fucked in almost 3 weeks, as he's been so busy with his students, and you can't help but feel a little neglected.Ā
You swing your legs over the side of the bed and make your way down the hall to his office. You slide the door open quietly, smiling to yourself as you see how focused he is. Eyes scanning over his laptop screen, fingers dragging over the keys, that soft pout on his face, God, you melt every time. He's so beautiful youā
Izukuās soft voice snaps you out of your trance. āBaby, you okay? You're staring.ā
You nod meekly, and after a short pause, speak up in that soft manner. āWhen are you coming to bed?ā
Sighing softly, he replies. āSoon, babyā
He watches your face closely. āYou said that an hour ago!ā
āI'm sorry, but I still have work to doā
āBut Izu!ā he cuts you off quickly.
āNo buts, I have work to do that needs to get done tonight. I'll come to bed soon.ā his eyes drift back to the screen while you pout, clearly not happy with his answers.
You walk over to his desk and crawl under it, moving your hands to his bulge, toying with the zipper. He pushes his chair back slightly to see you, raising a brow in amusement.
āCan I help you?ā
āWant you, Izu,ā you whine softly, āneed you feel you.ā
He chuckles, āYou wanna suck me off, baby?ā You nod eagerly, almost pathetically so. āGo ahead then, suck me off.ā
You make quick work of moving his pants and boxers, taking his dick and stroking it slowly before you put it in your mouth, going down on him.
After a bit of sucking him off, you start to get tired. āYou okay? Getting tired?ā you groan softly in confirmation; you forget just how observant he is sometimes. āCome up here.ā he pats his lap, already helping you up off the floor.Ā
You straddle him, leaning against his chest sleepily, eyes fluttering as you relax in his arms.Ā
Your eyes snap open, suddenly alert as he runs his tip through your folds. āZukuuuā
āShh, baby, it's okay. " I'll be gentle,ā he pushes his cock inch by inch into your sticky cunt. Once he's bottomed out inside you, he doesn't move; instead, he goes back to his work.
āIzu? Why aren't you moving?ā you whined softly, your so tired, but you need him so badly.
āWant you to wait for me. Can you be a good girl for me and stay still?ā You nod meekly, obviously wanting nothing more than to be his, his good girl.
Maybe twenty or thirty minutes pass, you've tried to move just a little, grind softly on him, but he shuts it down as soon as it starts.Ā
After a little while, he finally closes his laptop; the soft clink is music to your ears. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking so hopeful it's pathetic.Ā
He starts to move, thrusting his cock in and out slowly. Your cunt is sopping wet, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as he speeds up.
It's not long before you're begging for it, saying āpleaseā over and over again like a chant.
His voice comes out low and teasing, āYou wanna come for me?ā
You nod eagerly. āPlease, please please, Izu, need it, need you, fuckāā
āYou can cum, baby, go ahead.ā his words snap the last bit of control you had left, and before you know it, you're cumming all over his cock as he thrusts up into you, still chasing his own high before cumming deep inside you.Ā
āshit you feel so good, squeezing me so tight.ā he pulls out slowly, his hot white seed dripping out of you.Ā
He holds you against him, catching his breath. āThank you, baby. Let's get to bedā
i wrote this in one sittingā¦i really need to touch some grass š anywaysss, hope you guys like this!!
teacher izuku midoriya eating pussy in his own attentive (mean) way
ā¤ļøį°Æ mean domĀ” teacher izuku midoriya x femĀ”sub reader.
ŪŪŖ ĖĶ¢šÆ ā cw/tw : mdni. smut. cunnilingus š , dirty talking, use of the word clit. degradation if u squint + praise, fingering. not proofread
synopsis : teacher izuku loves to mutter things he sees while he is eating you out, after all he has always been a observant guy ;)
Teacher izuku midoriya who mutters random things your body does while he is eating you out, he is so attentive, so attentive that it scares you sometimes.
he learnt exactly when you squeeze his head between your thighs harder. when you shudder and writhe under him, exactly when it gets so overwhelming for you that you try to push him off and squirm away from his mouth.
āPrincess do you know you roll your eyes when i flatten my tongue against your clitā
āizuku s-stop saying embarrassiā fuckā
āsorry mm..yes pretty?ā he is back lapping at your cunt like a starved man before you can respond and he knows you cannot form a coherent word right now.
his curls are sticking to his forehead and his shoulder shake a little but his eyes stay fixed on you, studying you like a difficult hero work.
Izuku chuckled against your slick folds when he sees you squeezing you eyes shut, ahhā he is so familiar with you. he is having so much fun.
he continued to lick and suck at your clit, the vibrations of his laughter sending delicious shivers through you. āyou're so responsive, princess. I love watching you fall apart for meā
He slid two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit as he pumped his rough fingers in and out. sometimes you feel like your walls could feel the callouses of his hand inside you. like they remember every patch of rough skin.
Izuku groaned in approval when he felt your thigh pressing against his head. he buried his face again between your thighs, inhaling you the way your wetness smelt.
āGod, you smell amazingā can't get enough of this sweet cunt.ā
He removed his finger, pausing before he licked a slow stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.
āYour little clit is so swollen and hard for me. It's like it's begging for my tongueā
you whimper at his words, he is so evilā who would think the sweet and upright teacher is so vile in bed. And he knows it, he knows how his words gets you. He is a menace after all, he smirks every time you shudder at his filthy words. knowing exactly how to push your buttons. He loved reducing you to a quivering mess with just his mouth and fingers.
āit throbs whenever i leave it unattended like thisā izuku removes his tongue from your bud, instead he uses two of his fingers to spread your folds and observe it under his eyes.
ah, there it wasā another throb. god, he is trying to hide a smile, trying to maintain the sweet image. but you both know how much he loves to mess around with you like this.
you whine, trying to thrash your leg against him. āizukuā stop being meanā need you tongue pleaseā
āMmm... I love it when you whine for me like that, nothing in your pretty little headā just all desperateā he mocks in condescending tone, he pushes back two of his fingers inside as your body jolts up.
and he really loves you, dont you get it? or why else would he lick up and down your folds again, why else would he suck on your little clit again.
āSuch a good girl taking my tongue so well.ā
He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that special spot as he sucked hard on your clit.
ābet no one else has ever made this pretty cunt feel this goodā Only me right babyā
teacher izuku is a mean mean guy who uses his attentiveness against you.
Letās pretend he wasnāt likeā¦writhing in pain on the floor of a cave/completely under afoās control in this part āŗļø
Tag: @scentofanangel @bzziestbee @focus-on-m3
Tags: fem!reader, like RIGHT before the war part, but like after the prison breaks, rough sex, cumming inside, kinda soft tomura?, he wants u so fucking bad
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Yeah, he has āsuch a nice dickā, and heās so ācuteā, and heās soā¦whatever. And heās also fucking EVIL and RUINED MY LIFE.
Well, thatās what youāre thinking right now, anyways. But itās hard to still look back on that hookup in a good light when youāre trudging through back alleys and hiding from villains and fighting over scraps on the way to a shelter. Itās even harder not to still catch yourself daydreaming about that night all those months ago. The hardest part is pretending that it doesnāt turn you on knowing you slept with the biggest villain in the country.
Tomura Shigaraki: Still the most interesting dick of your lifeā¦and now quite possibly the end of it.
You shiver in the cold as you move through the shadows, keeping a constant eye out while still mentally complaining.
Stupid Tomura, with his stupid League, and his stupid plans, and his stupid idea to break into every fucking prison in the world it seems likeā¦
You have no idea if youāre really allowed to silently curse him like this, but you tell yourself you do. I mean, you took the guys virginity. You should be allowed to complain about his terrorist attacks, right?
ā¦and his stupid good looks, and his stupid hair, and his stupid voice, and-
āLittle late to be out, isnāt it?ā
You freeze. Like, fully freeze in your tracks, all stiff, eyes wide, your heart plummeting to your feet.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck-
This is exactly what you were scared of- getting cornered by some random man when literally no one is around to help-
THUD
Did he just land behind you-?
God, move, idiot!
Move, move-!
āDangerous timesā¦Especially for a pretty girl like you.ā
Finally, you get yourself to move. But do you even try to run away?
No.
You whip around, obviously terrified as you stumble back.
But you freeze again, becauseā¦this isnāt some ārandom guyā. That doesnāt mean youāre happy to see him, though.
āā¦T-Tomura-?ā
Shigaraki grins as you look at him, all scared and skittish andā¦still fucking pretty, unfortunately.
You stare at him in utter shock, stuck between deciding if this is better or worse than running into a random guy. But, wellā¦heās certainly more attractive than any random man youāve ever seen.
Heās reallyā¦grown up, for lack of a better term. You still donāt pay much attention to the news, so you have no idea when this happened, but damn. Longer white hair than before, definitely much more built than before, and thereās something moreā¦confident than before.
Wait- shit- none of that is important right now-!
āYouāre quiet.ā Shigaraki teases lowly, starting towards with slow, confident strides. āWhat happened? Youāre not teasingā¦or jokingā¦or flirtingā¦Are you scared now?ā
You stumble back again, further this time as he gets closer.
Fuck. What does he want? How did he even find you? Was he looking for you? Why?-
Your back hits a wall, and you squeak in surprise. Shigaraki chuckles lowly, continuing to get closer and closer and closer until heās looming a few feet from where youāre cowering against the wall. Practically trembling with fear, you flinch a little as he takes one more step forward and plants a hand beside your head.
āBecause you finally know who I am? Orā¦ā He leans in a bit closer, snickering at the way your eyes brim with tears. āā¦Something else?ā
Shivering as another cold wind blows, and because youāre fucking terrified, you stay completely still. God knows you want to run, or fight, or tell him off, or something, butā¦heās terrifying now. Itās strange to think that just a few months ago he passed out from how well you rode his dick.
Frowning now at your lack of reaction, Shigaraki looks at you flatly. Really, he was expecting some of that humor or sass that you had the first time. He canāt blame you for being scared this time, though.
āCāmon.ā He grumbles, as if disappointed. āSeriously. Do something.ā
You blink in shock and confusion. Youād expected to be dead by now, but heās acting like you two are longtime friends- like you have no reason to hesitate.
āI-I-ā¦ā You stammer for a moment, pressing back further against the wall but not taking your eyes off him. āArenāt you-ā¦a-arenāt you gonna k-kill me, or s-something?ā
Shigaraki blinks once, his eyes widening just slightlyā¦before he smiles again. This time, itās slightly less menacing and a touch more genuinely amused.
āKill you?ā He chuckles lightly, looking at you like youāre an idiot. āWhy would I do that?ā
You blink in confusion again, your body relaxing just slightly as he implies he wonāt murder you. āBecauseā¦B-because thatāsā¦what y-you doā¦?ā
āThatās āwhat I doā?ā He rolls his eyes at your less than eloquent response, getting more amused by the second. āI guess thatās trueā¦But itās not like I kill everyone I see. Most of the time thereās a reason.ā
Yeah, thatās not exactly comforting. But stillā¦ āSoā¦you donāt have a reason for m-me?ā
Shigaraki watches your eyes go all big and hopeful, and he holds back a little groan. He missed that look- although before it was when you were practically throwing yourself at him in the bar, not trying to decipher whether heās about to kill you or not. In the end, he shakes his head a little, and you take a little breath of relief.
Eyes casting downward now, you try to center yourself. God, that was really terrifying for a second. But now that youāre semi-reassured, you can actually focusā¦focus on him, that is. Because damn, he looks even better up close.
āSo, umā¦ā You start quietly, shifting your feet a little but staying still where heās pinned you. āā¦W-what do you want?ā
Shigaraki doesnāt take his eyes off you, scanning over the part of your face he can see with your chin tucked like that. āHonestly, I wasnāt expecting to run into you.ā He states bluntly, reaching out with his free hand and tipping your chin up. āā¦But Iām not complaining.ā
Fuck, are you actually blushing?
Wellā¦heās looking at you like that. And his hand is gentle even if you still flinched a little. And his voice is almost more relaxed now, a nice rumble that sends little sparks down your spine.
Swallowing lightly, you keep eye contact with him even though your heart stutters painfully in your chest. āā¦Doesnāt answer my question.ā
Chuckling now, Shigaraki runs a thumb over your lip and relishes the way it makes you shiver. āIn case you havenāt noticed, thereās a war coming. Iād like to feel something good before that.ā
Your skin tingles where his own had touched your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing at his implication. Your mouth runs dry in shock, your lips parting uselessly. He wants to sleep with you again? Right now? Right here? After everything heās done? After all the ways heās indirectly impacted your life? Is he crazy?
Well, duh. Yeah.
But more importantly, āA-Are you gonna kill me if I say noā¦?ā
Shigaraki pauses for a second, then frowns as if he canāt believe youād think that. But really, what else could you think about him?
āNo.ā He states firmly, like itās obvious. āHow heartless do you think I am?ā
Immediately, your voice turns just a bit sharper, still cautious but now just a bit annoyed by the way heās acting. āI-ā¦Well, youāre not exactly known f-for being some great guy-.ā
He grins again, immediately pleased with that flicker of fire in you that drew him to you in the first place. Well, actually, it annoyed the hell out of him the first time. But now, heās craving it.
āTrue.ā Shigaraki concedes, but he only leans in closer. āBut did I really give you that impression last time?ā
Flashbacks of ālast timeā play in your mind as he says it. God, he was such a cute loser back then, all whimpering and sensitive and damn near crying under you. And heād called you an angel, hadnāt he? What was that about?
āI-I guess notā¦ā You mutter, glancing to the side as your cheeks heat up even more.
āHmā¦ā Shigaraki chuckles quietly in response, sliding his hand down and loosely draping his fingers around your throat. āSo whatās it gonna be? I promise I wonāt hurt you either way.ā
You flinch as he grabs your throat, even if itās loosely, eyes darting back up to his. Fuck, you canāt believe this- the situation or the fact that you actually trust him. Well, you donāt fully believe you trust him, but youāre definitely turned on, so that means you must trust him at least a little, right?-
āY-yes.ā
Your own voice surprises you, quiet and trembling but so sure.
Shigaraki blinks once, as if it surprised him too. āā¦Yeah?ā
Lips parting uselessly, you stare at him. God, why had you said that without thinking it through first? Heās a murderer- a terrorist- like, evil incarnate. Your eyes flicker down, raking over what exactly youāre working with this time. Fuckā¦no use denying it anymore.
Heās awful. Horrible, even. But heās hot. And you want him.
You nod, subtly but true. He feels your throat constrict lightly under his thumb as you swallow softly. Then, your lashes flutter a little as you slowly trail your eyes back up to his.
āā¦Y-yeahā¦ā
The smirk that forms on his lips sends a shiver down your spine, but your thighs clench together like heās touching you already.
āGood.ā
ā
āT-Tomura- mmph!- hah-!ā
Tomuraās relentless this time, like heās seriously trying to make it count unless itās his last. Heād dragged you into some abandoned apartment and practically threw you down on the bed.
āDoing more this time.ā Heād grunted out while stripping off his shirt and undoing his pants.
Youād watched with wide eyes, only feeling your panties getting wetter and wetter under his terrifying gaze.
Then, Tomura had damn near killed you.
Heād fingered you until you fucking squirted, then ate you out like he hasnāt eaten in months. It was so good you were left shaking on some random persons mattress, clinging to him, stars in your eyes, and a certain feeling making your heart stutter.
When youād breathlessly asked if heād been practicing since last time, he shook his head. āResearching.ā Is all he said, grinning like a maniacā¦whatever that means.
Now, heās putting all that āresearchā to good use as he nails you to the mattress. Like, seriously, the entire frame shakes with every devastating thrust he gives your sopping pussy while his hands pin your hips to the bed.
Itās all you can do not to absolutely fall out, your fingernails literally carving lines in his back and arms that get healed immediately, your throat already sore from moaning so much for him. Heās just so fucking rough- so mean- it gives you whiplash. Last time he was barely even able to lift his head, and now heās the one ruining you.
āAh- Fuck- Feels good- ngh!ā Tomura grits lowly, sending ripples of pleasure down your spine.
You can only whine in response, clamping down on him as he delivers a harsh thrust to your cervix. He grins down at you, nearly growling as you claw down his chest.
Tomura fucking loves that look on your face. Your lips all wet with drool and forming a little āoā, your cheeks burning red, your eyebrows pitched up in pleasure, your eyes are all dewey and big. Youāre the very picture of pure, overwhelming bliss.
And youāre just soā¦
āAdorableā¦ā
The way he growls it out has you shivering under him, your eyes screwing shut as your heart palpates. He reaches up with one hand to roughly grab your jaw, running a thumb over your slick bottom lip before slipping between them. You moan shakily, fluttering your lashes open again as you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck obediently.
āMm- Fuck, yeah-.ā Tomuraās practically giddy about your obedience, rewarding you with thrusts that make your ears ring. āFuckinā like that, d-donāt you?ā
You squeal around his thumb, making a complete mess as you drool and nod. Slick gushes out of you as your thighs tremble and shake, getting closer and closer to another orgasm. He feels it, of course- the rhythmic clenching of your pussy and the accumulating wetness between your bodies.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth but replaces it with his middle and ring finger, prodding around in your slippery mouth while his other hand splays over your lower stomach to pin you down.
āGettinā close, arenāt you?ā He snickers at the way you gag on his fingers, his hips snapping into you sharply. āYālike- ngh- fucking me?ā
You nod again, quicker this time as you unconsciously bite at his fingers. Tomura grunts lightly and pulls his fingers out only to grab your throat, gripping tight enough to make your breath stutter. Eyes blowing wide, your voice pitches high as you scramble to grab at his solid wrist.
āBecause of who I-I am?- ngh-ā He growls, leaning down closer as his thrusts get heavier. āLike fucking a-a villain like me? Huh?ā
Well, you liked him before you found out. But you canāt lie and say that knowing who he is and what heās done doesnāt make it even better for you right now.
So you nod, clawing at his wrist as you gasp for air and tear up. Your pussy trembles around his cock, your hips starting to squirm even as he holds them still by pressing down harder. You moan brokenly as his hand puts more pressure on your lower tummy, only exemplifying the feeling of his cock bruising your insides.
āY-yes-!ā You gasp out without really thinking, so close to the edge that you canāt stop yourself from babbling. āI-I love it!- MM!- I l-love that youāre- ah!- s-scary- ānd I-I w-went back even after I f-found out- ngh!- a-and I th-think ābout you all the t-time- a-ah!- and- and- mmph-!ā
Tomura cuts off your babbling by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, all demanding and sloppy and dirty. He lets go of your throat just to reach down and rub your clit, swallowing your loud moans and squeals.
Honestly, he only did it because he was gonna cum if you kept talking like that. Just the thought of you thinking about him as much as he thought about you- missing him- touching yourself to memories of him- going back to the damn bar for him? He groans roughly against your lips as pleasure zings up his spine, his brain going into overdrive of how much sooner he couldāve done this if heād actually looked for you.
Your hands reach up into his long hair and tug, keeping him in place with the rest of your depleting strength. And when your orgasm finally hits? You damn near rip his hair out.
You cry against his lips so shakily, your voice cracking and breaking with how intense it is. Convulsing under him, you clamp down and absolutely soak his cock with the hardest orgasm of your life. Itās so good your ears ring and your toes go numb- so good you donāt even notice when he pulls away from the kiss just to watch your face.
āMmm- thatās it-.ā Tomura grunts, rolling his hips slowly as he works you through it, his eyes glued to your messed-up expression. āG-good fuckinā girlā¦ā
Fuck, youāre too damn cute under him right now. He groans as his cock throbs, spilling another load of precum into you. Your hands are shaking where they cling to his hair, your eyes screwed shut but leaking tears, your lips wet with drool and trembling with little whimpers. Heās not usually one for soft feelings, and itās especially odd after the way heās been wrecking youā¦but Tomura can appreciate the beautiful picture you make right now.
ā¦Not for long, though.
He stops his thrusts just for a moment, listening to you whine as your eyes flutter open to look at him with dazed, vulnerable curiosity. Tomura just smirks down at you, pulling your hands from his hair and instead lacing his fingers with yours as he pins your hands to the mattress. When he leans down, getting nice and close to your ear, it feels like the whole world shrinks to just your own little bubble with him.
āā¦My turn.ā
You swallow lightly at his low purr, your hands gripping his tightly. Ever so slowly, he begins to pull out, his lips brushing over the marks heās already bitten into your neck. Without thinking, you turn your head and nuzzle lightly his cheek, moaning softly as just his tip stays lodged inside you. Tomura pauses for a second with his tip twitching inside you, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your soft skin rubbing against his.
Then, just as suddenly, he snaps back in.
If he was relentless before, heās ruthless now. Itās clear heās only focused on getting himself off now, ramming into you with harsh, sharp thrusts and biting hard at your neck.
You immediately cry and squirm under him, so sensitive from how much heās ruined you already. Your hands tug desperately at his, yearning to actually onto him, but he holds fast. The bed under you both rattles and slams against the wall with his strong thrusts, the frame feeling rickety at best.
Tomura sounds like a damn animal as he ruts into you, groaning and growling against the skin he sinks his teeth into. Eyes closed, all heās focusing on is the feeling of you. The sound of you. The way you let him in and cry his name. God, itās euphoric.
But you can hardly keep up anymore. Not after everything. You canāt keep up with his stamina- can barely hear anymore, can barely see, your legs are numb, and your mind is fully scrambled. All you can do is call his name, loud and high-pitched and entirely too blissful for anyone to ever say the name of a mass murderer.
Thrusts getting erratic now, Tomura nearly snarls against you, finally letting go of your hands to wrap one arm under your waist and fist one hand in the sheets. He crushes you into his body as he delivers two more harsh thrusts, his teeth breaking skin as his orgasm hits hard.
A guttural groan rumbles from his chest, broken and pitching higher at the end. He shoves as far into you as possible, shooting copious amounts of cum into you and pushing it in further with little jerks of his hips. The hand on your waist easily presses dark bruises into your skin, while the other accidentally comes down fully on the bed and decays it in less than a second.
Your exhausted body can barely comprehend the feeling of him filling you up, your mewl breaking off into a weak cry as your nails rake down his back. But when the bed gives out under you and you hit the floorā¦youāre out.
Fully.
Tomura grunts in frustration at his quirk even as he comes down from his orgasm, panting hard as he pulls away from your neck to apologizeā¦only to find you totally unconscious. Blinking a few times in surprise at how the tables have turned this time, he gazes down at you, mostly just making sure youāre okay.
Once heās confirmed youāre still breathing, Tomura sighs lowly and eases out of you. Then, with a gentleness that surprises himself, he reaches up and brushes a few tears off your cheeks. Your skin is burning hot but so soft under his fingers, your expression finally relaxing into something peaceful that makes his chest clench. Stupid pretty girlā¦
āIdiotā¦Wanted to talk to you moreā¦ā
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Air rushing by.
Thatās all you remember. On your skin, in your earsā¦but someone was holding you, werenāt they?
Then, coldness as you were set down somewhere.
Warmth followed soon after, like you were wrapped in a blanket or sweater.
Finally, a voice. Low, rough, and hard to hear through the darkness of unconsciousness.
āā¦You really must be an angelā¦ā
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You wake up with a start. Not in a random apartment, not on the street, but in aā¦hospital room? Looking down, youāre also not naked. No, someone mustāve dressed you againā¦and put their own hoodie on you? Tired and sore, you sit up and look around for a clue as to where you are.
A nurse rushes in just then to check on you, and she tells you everything she knows.
Youāre at the UA evacuation site, and you were justā¦left outside the gates? Without a trace?
You blink in confusion, reaching up to rub a sore spot on your neck, only to find it bandaged. Suddenly, the memories rush back all at once. Just as quickly, your face turns red and your expression twists in embarrassment.
When the nurse asks whatās wrong, you just shake your head. āN-nothingā¦ā
Your hands lower to the hoodie he mustāve pulled onto you, fisting lightly in the soft material. Your heart flutters as much as it aches- yearning and guilt evening out on your conscience.
āI-I justā¦know who brought me hereā¦ā You admit softly, ducking your face a little more into the hoodie. āGuess he couldnāt come withā¦ā
Tomara was going to destroy everything. This shitty world and the even shitter heroās who pretend and play alongside it all. He had plans to rebuild this world from the ground up after heād turn everything to dust.
What he didnāt plan for was to destroy the hero society one at a time. Or rather, destroy you your pussy
āDisgustingā He spat, a grimace on his face
You were just another one of those lame heroās who wore a mask of false bravo with a saviors complex that shigaraki absolutely despised.
What was even more disgusting was the way your cunt squeezed down on his cock. Face warped in ecstasy under him. Maybe your real quirk was god tier pussy? Because he swears heās trembling as he shoves his dick into you over and over again. In the dark alley behind his current base. Your hero suit torn and tattered, not like it was covering much anyways.
āIs this your best tactic, dirty slutty hero ? Trap villains with your legs and then capture them?ā He leered. āNo, youāre not smart enough to be a honey trap, youāre really just a whore, isnāt that right?ā
You would reply if it wasnāt for the way he stroked your neck, four fingers wrapped around, the fifth teasing your life. You really hadnāt meant to let this happen. It certainly wasnāt right for a lower grade hero such as yourself to enjoy getting dicked down by the infamous Shigaraki. Who knew Villainous cock felt so good? Your legs locked on his waist and toes curling inwards every time his long cock hit that special spot inside of you. Hips bucking uselessly as if they too were fighting.
Shigaraki couldnāt help but laugh at how pathetic you looked under him, eyebrows scrunched up and eyes rolling to the back of your head like in hentai. All that was missing was you sticking out your tongue. He could fix that. His spare hand came out to pry at your mouth and force it open. Pushing down your tongue and shoving his fingers down your throat to pull your tongue out for him. Taking a moment to appreciate the ahegao face before his mouth came down on yours in a sloppy and aggressive way. As if he was trying to suck your tongue out with his mouth. Spit dribbling down your cheeks as he consumed you in every way. It was dirty and it was shameful, but your legs wrapped around his waist tighter. He pulled away with a wet pop, breathing heavily.
āYou should really quit being a hero, you know? Youāre much better suited at being my flesh light.ā
The way he spoke to you was demeaning and cruel and definitelyā maybe not turning you on a little bit. You were forgetting how or why you were here. Brain fogging up as you got closer to the edge. Shigaraki certainly enjoyed how easily you gave in and accepted defeat in the prescense of someone much stronger. Those glassy eyes of yours were actually quite cute. Maybe heād keep you around a little longer. How you squirmed and whined, too broken in to care about the fact that you were begging a villain to help you cum was way more fun than destruction.
Your body finally twitching and curling into him with a high pitched sob as you held onto him for dear life. When was the last time anyone held him so dearly and desperately? He braced his hands against the concrete under him to avoid turning you into a pile of dust. Thrusting his hips wildly as he unleashed a years worth of hot cum into your fluttering pussy with a broken groan.
Both of you panted heavily like dogs, laying there in the silence and aftermath and the question of what after this?
Shigaraki x reader smut, minors DNI. Basically it's hot and the AC doesn't work.
If an animal starves, its concept of hunger warps. When it finally gets its hands on food, it eats to death.
For Shigaraki - eyes so bloodshot and dry it hurts to blink - those baselines blurred so long ago, they look like ranges. And he's never given a fuck about staying in the lines.
It's hot. Beyond the definition, even. The AC stutters and groans. Too humid, too dry, everything makes him itchy, and it would piss him off if the clawing in his gut wasn't worse.
That's why he doesn't care. When your skin is damp with sweat, when your nails slip off his skin instead of digging in like you mean to, it glances straight off the part of his brain filled with matches and wicks, and bounces into his inventory: this is what it feels like. When you can't tell heat from pleasure, when the blanket's waterlogged but he can't seem to stop. This is what it feels like.
He groans weakly, whole body twitching as he spurts another pathetic load into you. You're trapped underneath his knees. He knows he's bony, and he's weak - rather, he has a raging inferiority complex and an inability to gauge his strength. Any time he pins you down, he throws his joints into it, and his whole body weight for good measure.
He's panting raggedly, now. Sweat paints his hair to his skin, right against the gnarled scars and open cuts on his neck. It has to bother him. You know it would bother you. Your fingers curl involuntarily with the urge to brush it back, but it's too hot.
"Tomura." He doesn't respond the first time, pulling out so he can watch the mess drool out. He's interested in something else, the stickiness of your inner thigh divesting his attention. He runs a finger along it. Too slippery to bite. "Tomura."
He scowls, the way he does when he's heard you the first time. "What?"
"Water. Go... drink some. Get me a bottle if you can." You lick your lips, chapped and dry from the way he kissed you like he was drinking out of your mouth. "Head hurts."
He grunts, before he collapses on top of you. That's it, then. His knees are weak, he's trembling, and he can't get a word out. "Too sweaty... get off me," you mumble. He doesn't budge. In fact, he burrows further into the crook of your neck, slick from sweat and saliva and tears. "Bastard."
His hand comes up to tweak at your nipple punitively, and you wince. Experimentally, he rolls it in his fingers, and you struggle not to yelp.
"Weird. It's not cold enough for that," he notes, and fuck. He's right. "So, whatever you're doing is just a response to me. Not anything else. Right?"
You peek at his face - his gleeful, smug face, eager at the opportunity to torture you a little more.
"Do you never get tired?"
He grins. "Never."
You sigh, folding your hands behind your head like you're pretending to allow him. "Fine. But do that thing again, with my clit. And don't lean in. Your breath's too warm."
Well, an animal's not going to learn its lesson if you keep enabling it.
Tags: gn!reader, read the title idk, super short and very horny, no smut but veryyyy suggestive
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LIKE THAT ONE PART IN LIKE SEASON 5 OR SMTH WHEN WHEN WHEN TOMURAāS GIVING THAT SPEECH FOR THE PLF AND FOR SOME REASON THEY DECIDED TO PUT THE CAMERA ANGLE AT DICK SUCKING HEIGHT?? š¤¤š¤¤š¤¤
But even before that, like isnāt he just always sitting like that?? Like even in the beginning, heās just sitting there, dih on display. Iād be on my knees so fast itās not even funny.
And heād be so mean if he caught you staring, like all glaring at you and grumbling all like āWhatāre you looking at, freak?ā
And then like once he notices, heād glance down at his lap, then back up at you and just be mean mugging the FUCK out of you all like āā¦Fucking weirdo.ā
But then like if yāall start dating and he catches you staring, Tomura would be like way more smug about it. Like he wouldnāt even say anything, heād just wait for you to notice he caught you, then be all like āNeed something?ā
OR HEāD LIKE NOT EVEN SAY ANYTHING, heād just like roll his eyes and like pat his lap for you to come over. And when you do, heād either pull you onto it or like point at the floor, and heād be all like āDo something, since youāre shameless enough to stareā¦ā
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Dabi would be mean about it no matter what, like whether youāre dating or not.
Like if yāall arenāt dating and heās just sitting there bulge out, heād glare sooo mean when he catches you staring and be all like āWatch where youāre looking, perv.ā Loud as hell even if the others are around.
But if yāall ARE dating, Dabi would also just stare at you until you notice, just snickering to himself. And when you do notice and get all embarrassed, heād be all like āDonāt get shy now.ā
But if he doesnāt wait for you to notice, heād be all mean and like purposely shift his hips in the hot way guys do sometimes. And heād just watch your eyes dilate as you watch, your hips squirming a little in your seat.
But like either way heās probably waving you over, staring at you as you obey. And heād also either pull you onto his lap or shove you down onto your knees. Either way, heās grinning at you all mean and forcing you closer, all smug like āGet to work, since you want it so bad.ā
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Hate manspreading irl but theyāre so hot š«š«
