✧˖*°࿐ KENN | 16 | ENFP | ANY PNOUNS | extremely slow writer, hamilton nerd, mike schmidt’s #1, logan’s favorite, clark’s girl, spiderman lvr, remmick’s whore, stranger things #1 fan, & so much more | NY BORN, GA RAISED
EVERY PICTURE OF ME IS ‘OH, MY GOD IT’S HER’
✧˖*°࿐ in your feelings mlist ⋆˚✩ cause you need me so rules / byf ⋆˚✩ keep on breathin’ og acc ⋆˚✩ cause you never know my tags ⋆˚✩ what I might do moots ⋆˚✩ it just might be you !
nsfw blog. written mainly for male reader but fem reader too. multifandom. please feel free to send thirst. reblogs are very appreciated!!
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you don’t even remember how this started. that’s a lie. yes you do. it started when keigo snuck into a masquerade hosted by your family. this resulted in the two of you sneaking off to a deep corner of the castle you grew up in. bunching up your gown and pulling off his mask.
you couldn’t leave him alone after that. he was your touch of the outside world. outside of playing cards, sewing, and practicing how to be a proper lady. he left you a single crimson feather, soft but sturdy. he was practically at your beck and call.
now you’re lying in your bed, legs tightly crossed, and your fingers twirl around the feather. twisting its tufts softly around your skin. you know he’ll show soon. you feel desperate tonight, missed him oh so dearly.
it’s not long before you hear the slight thump on your balcony. you stand, stalking over to the window and unlocking it. and there stands your favorite thief.
“missed me?” he hums when he sees you. a smile showing. he never thought he’d be a sex servant of royalty.
“a tad, now get in here before someone notices,” you usher him as you reach out and tug on his jacket. he climbs through your window with ease, chortling at your small pull.
“only a tad? i feel like it’s a bit more than that if you cal—“ keigo’s words are cut off when you practically pounce on him. your arms around his neck as you kiss him. you didn’t have time for chatting tonight.
he melts into your lips quickly, grabbing your thighs to wrap your legs around his hips. he carefully walks you to the bed before laying you down. his figure broadened by his wings as he leans over you.
“needy tonight, are we?” keigo murmurs, watching as you glance away from him and nod. “it’s okay, princess, you know I’ll take care of you.” he hums, trailing his lips down your throat.
“c’mon i thought you needed me, sweetheart,” keigo teases breathily through a cocky grin. he watches you on top of him, the moonlight shining through the window like a spotlight on your body.
even after eating you out twice, you’d think he’d be nice enough to just fuck you but no. he’s making you work for it now, despite your shaky legs.
your fingers press into his bare abdomen as you hold yourself up over him. “i-i do,” you respond with a small pout.
“mhm, you’re not acting like it,” he chuckles, continuing to watch your futile attempts to ride him. “want me to help you out?” he asks. you only nod, not looking at him, slightly embarrassed.
keigo sits up slightly, only to push your feet out from under you, forcing you to sink all the way down his cock. a blissful moan leaves the two of you, your walls suffocating as they squeeze around him.
“shit, there you go, pretty girl,” his strong hands finding your hips, he assist you in lifting yourself up and fall back down his length until you find a rhythm.
“kei, s’so big,” you whimper, not being able to focus on much else but his tip kissing your cervix.
“i know, i got you, princess,” keigo hums breathily, hand tapping your hip to remind you that he’s holding you. not helping you anymore but holding you. “just look at me, i got you.”
you drag your eyes down to his, watching him stare at that pretty little pout on your face and the way your tits follow your movements. god, how did he get so lucky? having royalty on top of him in her rawest form.
“that’s right, gorgeous, keep taking it like you know how to,” he always spoke so much. but you didn’t mind. as long as he wasn’t too loud. he kept you grounded. his words motivate you to move up and down his cock a little faster.
he lets out a weak unsupported groan at your actions, his hand moving down to grip your thighs. “fuck, princess— wait,” the blond pants, feeling that slight tightening of his balls. he can’t. he cum unless you do first. he never disappoints you and he won’t start tonight.
somehow, you smile at this little plead and don’t let up. you liked it. maybe that’s why he liked eating you out so many times. watching your face change and hearing your little mewls.
but fine. you wanna play that game? he can play that game too.
his scarred hands slip back to grip your ass in each other, fingers digging into your skin. and suddenly, he’s fucking up into you. faster and harder than before. he doesn’t focus on the beautiful way his name falls out of your mouth when he starts. he would’ve came right then and there if he did.
instead he focuses on the way his dick strokes your insides, the little peck his tip gives your cervix, and the way you’re tightening around him because you’re so close.
“kei, m’gonna—“ you mumble out
“you gonna fall apart for me? gonna make a pretty mess for me?” you can only nod in response as you lost your words after you tried last time.
then your legs are trembling above him and you’re crying out as quiet as you can. you’re so pretty like this. so pretty and warm and tight and fuck, keigo’s cumming.
with little effort, he lifts you off his length and sits you on his thighs. his wings spread out with a small flutter, knocking into the curtains of your canopy bed; meanwhile, warm white cum spurts from his tip and stains the skin of your stomach. a strangled, breathless moan leaving him.
you both sit for a moment, breathless and slick and hot. eventually you lean down, laying on keigo and putting your face in neck.
“feeling all better now, sweetheart?” he asks, glancing down at you the best he can.
“mhm-hm,” you hum with a small nod, fully relaxing into his warmth.
pinning ! flirting ! suggestive themes ! reader wears a skirt for the first time !
hitoshi is a thighs man. and fuck, you get him with that skirt.
― hitoshi whose never told you but he loves your thighs
― he knows you've never slept with anyone, and even if he has, he's not going to pressure you or start that conversation with you.
― it happens in school, both of you in your third year. you're in different classes so you only see eachother at lunch. usually, he'd walk you from the dorms but he had a training session with aizawa early and couldn't see you.
― and then he sees you.
― then he sees what you're wearing.
― he's literally breathless??? holy fuck?? the skirt you're wearing is a part of the uniform, but you'd only worn pants from when you started school till today, apparently.
― its hiked up around your waist, flowing down till it sits just covering the edge of your butt.
― he cannot look away for the life of him oh my god someone get this man some water he's so fucking thirsty for you.
― he doesn't say anything until he's walking you back to the dorms and he shoved you against the door to the building, knee between your legs and his hands gripping your hips.
― "fuck, kitten, can't think straight when you're all dressed up" and he's kissing down your neck so feverishly you think you have a cold.
― his hands are wandering and there;s hickeys on your neck and then you finally drag him inside and you have to wear your pants the next day because of the hickeys covering your thighs.
you silently sigh, standing by the food table of the gala with an assortment of cheeses, crackers, fruits, and other foods with barely enough sustenance to hold anyone over. you just swish your wine glass gently before taking another bored sip.
you typically don’t mind events like this but you were rather weary of this one. you lift your arm to check your luxurious watch that matched the jewelry around your neck. however, a warmth takes place on the space of your hip where you had moved. a hand.
you glance back quickly and meet golden eyes. your breath hitching as you come face to face with the winged hero, hawks. dressed in a simple all black tuxedo with a crimson red tie that just so happened to match your dress.
“hey, you wanna get out of here?” he invites you lowly, eyes never moving from yours. your eyes dart over the man before you nod.
he smiles and gently takes your free hand, guiding you away from the other guest. you and keigo have had a interesting relationship for a while now. being two of the youngest heroes out at the moment, the two of you were almost bound to be shipped by fans.
but shared glances in public, small compliments being said in interviews, and times of the media seeing the two of you together alone didn’t help. you can’t even count the number of articles written about the two of you. a big public question: are they or are they not?
keigo leads to a beautiful but intimate, waterfront lounge. it has an earthy aesthetics along with cozy lounge seating fitted with decorative throw pillows. basket-woven suspended lights hang above the couch and in front of it, a central circular fire pit.
“wow,” you can’t help but whisper. “how’d you find this place?” you inquire as you walk around the fire pit and settle down on the sofa, crossing your legs over one another and slightly tilting towards the blond.
“a bit of walking around, i figured you’d want a little escape eventually,” he answers with a small, slightly arrogant smile. like he was so proud he’d knew you wanted to get away. he sits beside you and spreads his wings slightly. you lean up a bit to allow him to slip the feathers behind you and you gently lean back on them.
“so, you were bored too?” you ask, taking another sip of your wine.
“more like social battery kinda died and… i wanted to talk to you,” he shrugs, slightly glancing around as he speaks. “without all the suspicion around us.” he adds last second, getting a small laugh out of you.
“i mean, it can’t be that serious for us to just be talking, can it? we didn’t even show up together,” you reply, slightly cocking your head at him.
keigo’s golden gaze trails down and back up your figure. “it would’ve been with you looking this beautiful,” he says. it pushes a grin out of you, an authentic one.
“oh yeah?” you respond, lifting your crossed legs to settle over his lap. you watch keigo’s cheeks burn a bit red and his wings twitch slightly. his hand naturally moves to your thigh, his thumb caressing your skin. “you look pretty handsome yourself, hawks. even though you kinda copied my color scheme.” you tell him with a faux condescending tone.
“don’t do that,” he huffs out quietly.
“do what?” you reply with a sly smile. keigo just gives you a knowing stare and you look away so you don’t geek out in his face. you finish your wine and set the glass on the floor.
“i didn’t even know you were here, i’m kind of embarrassed,” you break the short silence as you lean back. keigo was close now. so close you could make out the small expansion of his pupils.
“well… i’m glad i’m here,” here, in this moment, in this room with you, he means. his eyes shoot down to your lips before moving back up.
“yeah, i’m… i’m glad you’re here too,” you reply, the sentence slowly falling off into a whisper. you don’t know when you two inched closer to each other but you did because now his lips are on yours and your hand is cradling his face.
you involuntarily let out a soft moan into his mouth. his arm quickly wraps your waist to bring you closer. the wing behind you nudging you to sit up a bit. you pull back for a moment just to smile at him. and when he finally snaps out of staring at your lips, he smiles back.
you shift then. moving your legs to straddle both sides of his hips. keigo slightly chews on his bottom lip as he watches you intently.
you put a hand on his neck and let the other arm drape over his shoulder as your lips meet again. it’s like a puzzle piece finally being put into place. like a circuit breaker being flicked on to light up your bodies.
keigo groans shakily when his tongue gets to slip into your mouth. he can taste the wine on your tongue and he doesn’t even care just because it’s yours. his fingers press indents into your back, raking themselves down your spine. coming to encapsulate your waist.
he’s holding onto you like you’ll vaporize off of him if he doesn’t. you kiss and taste each other until you begin to feel light headed due to lack of air. though, both of you would be fine with dying of suffocation as long as it was in each other’s arms.
but despite that, you pull back finally. a small string of your mixed saliva between your lips and keigo follows you like he hasn’t had enough; looking almost hurt at the separation.
“that was nice,” you state softly, like there isn’t fireworks still crackling in your brain and heat swirling in your stomach. you don’t ignore the little flutter of keigo’s wings and chuckle.
“yeah. it was,” he agrees, still staring up at you. he looks pained when you slip off his lap and sit beside him once more, legs still over his.
“we should… we should probably get back now,” you reluctantly advise, looking down at your empty wine glass. this snaps keigo out of his haze. he clears his throat then begins to adjust and tug at his dress pants slightly when he thinks you don’t see.
but you do.
“yeah, just give me a second,” he says slightly bashful. you look back at him fully and chuckle, running a hair through his blonde tufts.
Thinking about your best friend, Bakugou, and you sitting on his couch after a long day of patrol. You’re both utterly exhausted but starving. You end up ordering Chinese food and just rambling about whatever comes to mind.
Eventually, you start talking to Katsuki about your recent date, mentioning how nice the dinner was but how terrible the sex turned out to be. You confess that you had to fake your orgasm and quietly slip away while the guy was asleep.
Katsuki, who has been completely silent during the entire ordeal, looks at you with no judgment, only hunger. You don’t notice the shift until he finally speaks.
“I can make you cum.”
“What?” Your eyes widen. Had you heard him wrong?
He puts his food down on the coffee table and moves closer, cupping your cheeks. “Let me help you out.” Your eyes become hooded as you look down at his lips. He takes his thumb and rubs it slowly across your bottom lip. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” he asks in a raspy tone.
So that’s how you end up taking it from the back right there on the living room furniture, feeling insane pleasure from your best friend. You hadn’t realized how experienced he actually was, because he is truly rocking your world. His dick is so deep in your guts you didn’t think it was physically possible for him to reach certain places. It’s making you go crazy, and he can sense you losing your sanity, which only motivates him to pump harder to make you break.
“F-fuck, Suki!” you wail out as Katsuki smacks your ass.
Katsuki looks down and spits right where you’re both connected. “Yeah? You’re taking my dick so well, baby. Fucking pussy was made for me,” he says in a dominant, condescending tone.
“Harder, baby, please, fuck, make me feel it,” your whiny tone drives him completely insane, encouraging him to drive into you with everything he has.
Your eyes start to fill with tears as he continuously hits your g-spot. You try to inch away from him, but you make absolutely no progress. Katsuki notices, chuckling darkly through his nose as he presses your face down into the couch cushions. “Nah, don’t run. You better take it. ’S what you wanted, right? You wanted your best friend all in your guts, huh, baby?”
Your walls clench tightly around him as a response.
“Yeah, Suki’s good girl,” he growls. He grips your hair, lifting your head up and pulling you back against his chest so you're looking up at him. “Open your mouth.”
Of course you obey. He spits directly into your mouth, a wet glob sliding down your throat. He tells you to swallow, and you swallow the whole thing while maintaining intense eye contact with him. You even stick out your tongue, wanting more, prompting him to lean down and tongue-fuck you with his mouth.
The pressure in your stomach is building up hard and fast, and you know the peak is coming. You pull away from the kiss and lean your head back down against the cushions. “Su, I’m close. I’m gonna cum, baby,” you warn him.
Without warning, he pulls completely out of you and flips you flat onto your back.
“H-huh? What are you—”
You get cut off instantly as his dick enters you again from the front. Katsuki holds your cheeks together, smushing them in his hand. His lustful eyes stare deep into yours. “Don’t look away from me. I wanna see you cum on this dick.”
Without breaking eye contact, he speeds up his movements, slamming into you while rubbing your clit at a fast, punishing pace. You are about to lose your mind.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, don’t stop! Don’t stop, oh my god!” Your mouth falls into a silent scream as you feel yourself completely unravel. This is the hardest you have ever come in your life.
Watching you ride out your orgasm pushes Katsuki right over his own edge. Before you know it, you feel his warm seed filling you deep inside. Thank god you're on the pill.
He slowly slips out of you and collapses right beside you on the couch. Silence fills the room for a while as you both catch your breath, with Bakugou being the one to finally break it.
🪽 . . .⠀⠀keigo takami x fem!utsushimi!reader 𓏵 reader is camie’s older sister ⸝⸝ reader’s quirk is similar to camie’s but her vapor causes those who inhale it to become delirious ⸝⸝ reader will be described as softer bodied in upcoming parts
boss lady 💗 : GUESS WHO GOT THE JOB!!
NO WAYYY : mini me 💕
CANT BELIEVE U GET TO WORK WITH THAT TOTAL RIZZ CAKE : mini me 💕
boss lady 💗 : i’m supposed to be working very close with him too 😼
put in a good word 4 me? 🥹 : mini me 💕
boss lady 💗 : ofc sissy 😙
boss lady 💗 : talk to u when i get home, im abt to get on the train
see you soon!!! : mini me 💕
you had just left hawks’s agency, texting camie before you even got out of the door. honestly, you were baffled you had gotten the position so easily. now, you got to be that hottie’s secretary and make good money. who wouldn’t love that?
the following day, you walked into the building with a big smile and two lattes in hand. one for yourself and one for hawks. you wore an outfit that bordered on office siren, but more work appropriate—you weren’t trying to get fired on your first day.
you entered your office, setting down your bag and latte before proceeding to the door that connected your office to his. you opened it, as he had told you priorly that knocking was unnecessary, and stepped inside.
“i brought you a latte. wasn’t sure what you liked,” you began as she approached his desk.
he looked up at you, an amused smirk crossing his face.
“it’s got espresso, duh, and almond milk. heard birds can’t ingest dairy safely and i didn’t know if that applied to bird heteromorphs,” you listed, smiling shyly.
“doesn’t, at least doesn’t apply to me, but it’s sweet that you considered that, dove,” he replied, taking the latte from you.
“well, i didn’t wanna kill my boss on my first day,” you joked, laughing softly. he chuckled softly, eyes flickering over your figure.
“i’ll stop pestering you,” you stated softly, beginning to walk back towards your office.
“i have patrol at eight, birdie, you gonna be okay until i get back at three?”
“yes, sir,” you giggled with a lazy salute.
for the next twenty minutes, you decorated and organized your desk. you put up pictures of you and camie, put up small figurines you had brought, put your pens and pencils into a little holder, and organized the books you planned to read in your free time. you laid a blanket over the back of your chair, in case you ever got cold, and lit a vanilla candle.
he left for patrol at eight, leaving you to organize files, meetings, and patrol times. your only job was to organize his schedule, remind him of such, and take calls. seemed easy enough.
when he returned at three, he set a box of assorted mochis on your desk.
“repayment for the latte, sweets.”
“thank you, you didn’t have to,” you smiled.
“gotta spoil the little lady dealing with most of my stuff,” he commented.
this cycle continued. you’d bring him coffee in the mornings and he’d bring you something in the afternoons or evenings, depending on when his patrols fell. the nicknames? constant. he never referred to you formally, never miss utsushimi or your name, just those nicknames.
one afternoon, camie called during your lunch break.
“so, how’s it working for the hottest pro?” she giggled.
“amazing,” you replied, phone tucked against you head with your shoulder as you typed out when his next meeting was and what it was for.
“yeah? tell me more,” camie insisted.
“he always gets me treats after his patrols. he says it’s ‘cause i get him coffee in the morning, but these snacks definitely cost more than those coffees i get. i always tell him he doesn’t have to and he insists on, ‘spoiling the little lady that deals with all the boring shit.’”
camie squealed from the other side of the phone.
“oh, also, are we still going to the spa this evening?” she asked, having calmed her excitement just enough.
“yeah, let me wrap up here and i’ll come pick you up.”
an hour later, you were gathering your things with a bit more haste than usual.
“what’s the rush for, birdie?” hawks inquired, leaning against your desk. you had been so focused on packing up that you hadn’t notice him leave his office.
“i’m taking my sister, camie, to the spa,” you responded.
“any special reason?” he pressed.
“she’s got a formal next weekend, and i just decided i’d go with her.”
“hope you have fun, dove,” he whispered, hand brushing over your lower back.
“thank you.”
you left quickly after.
you and camie laid on tables side by side, eyes covered with warm towels. your necks and shoulders were being massaged as you spoke. of course you spoke of hawks, but you didn’t dare mention his name. it sent most women into a frenzy.
“camie, he’s not trying anything. he flirts with every women he interacts with,” you insisted.
“yeah, but he flirts with you more.”
“because i’m his secretary and we’re together often.”
“can’t wait to bring this back up when you guys have kids—”
“camie!”
the following day, you walked into your office, noticing a note left on one of your pink sticky notes. you set the lattes down, picking up the note.
“called out for morning patrol, see you later, angel.”
you slipped the sticky note into a drawer. why? you weren’t quite sure.
just before your shift ended, he returned, placing another box of assorted mochis on your desk.
“sorry for leaving so early, sweets,” he apologized.
“it’s not problem,” you smiled sweetly.
“how was your spa day with camie?”
he remembered your sister’s name. you weren’t sure why your heart fluttered. you had only mentioned her a few times to him, and her name only that most recent time.
“it was good, she was actually quiet for part of it.”
you both laughed. his eyes flickered to your desk, to the picture of you and camie on your graduation day.
“this her?” he asked, picking up the picture.
“mhm.”
“definitely see the resemblance,” he commented, “she your mini-me?”
“she was attached to my hip the moment she was born,” you giggled. you didn’t have a memory without camie in it. whether it was her cheering you on before your first date, or offering to use her quirk to show you your celebrity crush shirtless after your first boyfriend dumped you.
“gonna have to introduce me sometime, angel,” hawks grinned, setting the picture back down.
“maybe when you finally get a day off,” you quipped.
“what can i say? i’m in very high demand here.”
another shared laugh filled the office.
“you’re in high demand everywhere,” you added.
“you’re right,” he muttered.
after that, you wish one another a good evening and you left.
“how was work with your boyfriend?” camie giggled as you entered the house.
“camie, he’s my boss,” you retorted.
“uh huh,” she muttered, “whatever you say.”
you laughed softly as you walked upstairs, slipping into your room. you showered and put on your pajamas quickly, moseying back downstairs.
camie was thanking a delivery man when you returned.
“got us ramen,” she beamed.
as you two ate, you spoke up.
“hawks said he wanted to meet you,” you stated softly.
“for realsies?” camie questioned.
“well, he said, “you’ll have to introduce me sometime,” but same diff,” you clarified.
“well, if he’s gonna be your boyfriend, i should meet him.”
“camie,” you huffed, “he’s not gonna be my boyfriend.”
“if you two don’t get together, i’ll enter my grief era. i’m already this ship’s biggest fan.”
“jesus christ—”
you were snapped out of the memory of the prior night as a door shut. not slammed, but loud enough to stir you. looking up, you saw hawks standing in front of your desk. you glanced at the clock. only noon. he had patrol until three.
“you’re back early,” you commented softly.
“walked by doing my rounds, thought i’d swing in and give you these early, angel,” he replied.
he placed a bouquet of your favorite flowers in front of you. how did he know? you hadn’t mentioned it.
“how’d you know?”
“you just seem like that kinda girl.”
your heart fluttered. flowers? bare minimum, especially for a man as well off as the number two pro hero, but it was more than you had ever gotten.
“thank you,” you smiled softly, cheeks warming.
“of course, dove,” he muttered, nodding as he left her office.
upon arriving home, camie immediately noticed the flowers in your hand, the bouquet fastened with a pink ribbon.
“oooohhh!” she cooed loudly, rushing up to you.
“who got you your favorites?” her tone implied enough. she had a guess, and she knew she was right.
“hawks,” you sighed.
“knew it! he’s totes into you,” she insisted.
“they’re just flowers—”
“your favorites.”
“it was a lucky guess, he said.”
“where you gonna put them?” camie questioned, trailing behind you as you walked upstairs.
“my room, duh,” you laughed.
“on your nightstand?”
“i dunno.”
camie sighed loudly, flopping on your bed as you laid the flowers down. you grabbed a vase you had bought from an antique shop a few years ago, sliding into the ensuite bathroom to fill it with water. returning to the room, you slid the flowers inside and placed it on your vanity.
“awe, you’re putting them where you get all pretty,” camie cooed teasingly.
“shut up,” you snapped lightly. she merely giggled.
that night, you laid awake in bed. your eyes flickered to the flowers when open, and, when closed, that moment replayed in your mind. he couldn’t have guessed your favorite flowers, and the exact color too.
you hadn’t told him, you were sure of it. but who would’ve—
camie.
i’m trying to get better at writing longer pieces, so this series will probably be just a bunch of that but i promise more parts will be coming!!
contents/warnings: short blurb of keigo being the absolute munch he PROUDLY is, not proofread, oral sex (both m. and f. receiving)
69ing with Keigo.
w/c: 550
“Please baby, just one time and I’ll be happy.”
“It’s never just once with you. You stay down there for hours, days if it were possible.”
Keigo gives you a sheepish grin as he looks up at you from his position on the floor, sitting in between your legs.
“I just feel like you’re always doing so much for me, I want to give something back.”
“Just the taste of you is enough of you giving back to me.” You roll your eyes playfully at him. He rests his head on your thigh, his hand mindlessly stroking your other one.
You get an idea.
“You wanna eat me out so badly? Fine, I think I have an idea of how to satisfy the both of us.”
Keigo’s eyes basically turned into saucers once he heard you, looking up at you expectantly.
So that’s how you ended up like this. Laid out on the couch, on top of Keigo, sucking his cock while he ate you out on the other end.
“Mm- Keigo! Stop pulling me towards you!” All you heard was a groan from the other end, giving your clit a hard suck before thrusting his tongue back in again.
He was, in all meanings of the phrase, completely lost in the sauce.
His hips bucked up into your mouth as you sucked him vigorously, eyes watery as you struggled to fit it in your mouth. The intense pleasure mixed with the throbbing pain in your jaw made you moan as you continued to bob your head up and down.
Keigo, on the other hand, was practically floating in the clouds. He lapped at your cunt and sucked all of your juices, his tongue intermittently prodding and licking at your clit, before diving in again. He was in heaven.
He pulled on your thighs to try and bring you even closer, trying to get even deeper.
“Cmon… just a little bit closer.” He mumbled against you, sending even more sparks of pleasure up, traveling throughout your body. He moans deeply as he licks up at you greedily. If possible, he’d probably try to live with only you as his source of sustenance, and do it as the happiest man in the world.
A few more sucks and licks send you both over the edge, his hot, sticky seed flooding your mouth and throat, and Keigo trying to get every drop possible out of you.
As you pop him out of your mouth and pant to catch your breath, you feel him giving you a few kitten licks against your clit, before circling his tongue around your hole, preparing to go again.
“Keigo.”
“What? Not even one more round?”
You shot him a glare, reaching over to get the water on the table, he rolled his eyes and backed away, his head slumped against the couch’s arm rest. His lips were glossy, his tongue darting out to lick them.
“Fine! Sorry for wanting to please you so much.”
“Oh please, we both know you like it much more than me.”
You drink some of the water before handing it over to him, drinking it in loud, intentionally noisy gulps. You lay down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Are you suuuureee you don’t want me to do it again?”
“Keigo!”
a/n: no this isn’t inspired by the ariana grande song i just couldn’t think of anything else for the title that literally wasn’t just 69 😢😢😢 anyways keigo fever is real i usually dont pump out stories this quickly but he has taken over my brain (again. it’s been 5 years since i’ve been obsessed with this dude). pls send me ideas i really wanna write for this loser
I can’t stop thinking about older situationship Aizawa
𑣲 mdni (18+), nb!reader, fluff + smut, age gap
- For Shouta it started off as a one nightstand (he tells himself) with a pretty young thing he met at a bar late at night after patrols. It was just a way to blow off steam… and then he woke up next to you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with sleepy little breaths as warm sunlight spilled in through his windows.
- Incredibly distant for the first few weeks. You aren’t dating, why should you need to know about his day? He hates talking about it, always groaning when you’d ask sweetly how he’s been. It’s not out of malice, it never was. He just simply believes that you’re too young for him. Why would someone with so much life ahead of them spend their nights with an old bag like him?
- Despite his cold behavior he has you secretly saved in his phone as ‘Angel.’ Something soft and sweet and far too young for him.
⤷ An awful texter. His cadence bleeds into the messages that pop up on your phone when you ask him if he’d like to come over. ‘Sure.’ ‘Be there in 15.’ ‘Busy.’ All bland and lacking any sense of enthusiasm.
- After a particularly frustrating day Shouta won’t even tell you he’s coming over. Sometimes he’ll slip in through your door with the stealth of an old hero. You’ll be folding laundry or watching tv and then you’ll feel the rough pull of bindings being wrapped tightly around your wrists or ankles.
⤷ He’s rough. Large hands locking your wrists behind your back, hips snapping against yours with a speed and intensity that leaves you breathless and drooling. He keeps going— especially when you’re overly sensitive. Every bad thing that happened that day fades into the background when he feels you tighten around his cock, each thrust of his hips knocking a gasping breath from your trembling lips.
- Has a tendency to be groggy and tired during sex. (unless it was a crazy day and his adrenaline is through the roof) He’s brought up the idea of you using him while he sleeps.
⤷ You never have and he’s a little too bummed up by it… He often daydreams about falling asleep and waking up to your pretty hole sliding up and down his cock.
- Secretly into being called Daddy by you. You said it as a joke once and it had him so embarrassingly hard he had to excuse himself.
- Shouta has seen you out at the bar while he was having an after work drink with Hizashi and Nemuri. He thought he was being subtle about the way he kept staring at you but Nemuri caught on quickly— she teased him about it until he got up to offer you a ride home, any excuse to get away from the prying eyes of his friends.
- Said he didn’t ’do feelings’ but ended up falling way harder than you did.
❤︎ SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend katsuki gets hit by a quirk, and splits into two versions of himself. this bodes both beautifully and horribly for you.
❤︎ CONTENT: boyfriend!katsuki, pro hero!katsuki, kat is actually lowk an asshole, light choking, making out, lots of petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), cunnilingus (ew—that word), fingering, technical threesome, squirting … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: alternatively, y/n vs both of katsuki’s brain cells. also ty sm to @kamislop for beta reading !
♫ NOW PLAYING: what you want, angéle ft justice
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“BABY, ‘M HOME!”
“Shut the fuck up—loud as shit, my God.”
“…We have explosions for hands.”
“And I said what I fuckin’ said!”
You hear the familiar jingle of Katsuki’s boots at the front door. Except, there’s double the sound there should be—louder belt clanking, extra foot stomping—and, at first, you think he’s brought back a friend. Probably Eijirō, maybe Izuku. But, as you leave the shared bedroom to the sound of the front door slamming shut, you remember the call you received from his redheaded bestie about an hour ago.
“Okay, I’d like to preface this with everything is fine, Kat is safe and unharmed—well. As unharmed as he can be, but, like—”
“Eijirō, you’re stressing me out.”
“Sorry—sorry! I, uh, just wanted to give you a heads up that he’s coming home early. He got hit with a quirk, and like—again, he’s fine, and Recovery Girl said he’d just have to wait it out, but. Just a heads up.”
Yeah. Vague as hell, and now, you understand why.
Either you’re going insane, or your eye sight is deteriorating with a quickness, or both—because once you reach the entrance to welcome your boyfriend home, you’re seeing double.
What. The fuck.
“Oh thank fuck—c’mere, Baby.”
Katsuki—a Katsuki, you suppose—starts moving independent of the other. He all but collapses into very confused arms, dropping his chin on your head and squeezing you tight. The other one glowers, messily shoving two pairs of boots under the bench with complete disregard for his strict organizational pattern.
“Um…”
You blink at the Katsuki that cradles you. He gives a soft smile in return, one that usually requires blood, sweat, and tears to crack (even if it takes you a significant less amount of blood, sweat, and tears than the average human—they’re blood, sweat, and tears nonetheless) and you don’t know what to do with it. Where to put it.
“Got hit with a fucker’s quirk,” the other Katsuki explains after giving up on making the boots fit. Typically, there aren’t two pairs, but one—and the shoe rack is feeling the added pressure.
“So…it’s the quirk that split you in two,” you ask, even though you know. The answer is staring you right in the face, but, like. Just in case.
The Katsuki still holding onto you grunts in agreement, and you finally manage to peel away. He steps back as the other Katsuki steps forward, and you finally get a good look at how identical they are. Which, obviously, but it’s still slightly alarming, nonetheless. Like…the shining twins, if they were blond and angry. And covered in grime.
“Holy shit…” your eyes dart between the two of them, trying to find discrepancies in anything other than mismatched dirt. You find none, save for the way they hold themselves. You need better names—you can’t keep calling them Katsuki and other Katsuki.
“Do…you know when it’s going to wear off?”
A self-indulgent question. Perhaps.
“Fuckin’—no.” Angry Katsuki digs a knuckle into his ear, and the other one yawns. “They gotta track the fucker down, first. Apparently, I can’t do my goddamn job like this.”
He gestures between the two of them, and you teeter your head in semi-agreement. The other Katsuki pipes up, and god, you need better names.
“’M not pissed about it, though,” He steps out of line to grab the hand limp by your side, kissing your knuckles with the lightest touch you’ve ever felt. “Means I get to see you.”
Oh?
“I am,” angry Katsuki growls, slapping his counterpart’s hand away from yours. “I should be out there, hunting that mitosis motherfucker.”
“If you go out there, you’re killing him,” other Katsuki defends. Angry Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Fuckin’ exactly.”
Other Katsuki just sighs, turning back to you. Immediately his features soften along with his voice. “How’ve you been today, Baby? I left early.”
“Um…good? This is just…” you peer around Katsuki’s body to view the other one, who rolls his eyes again, almost completely ignoring your presence. That is, until:
“Ima fuckin’ shower,” he grumbles, and walks down the hall.
“A lot?” Other Katsuki finishes for you, watching his parallel until he disappears into the bedroom, and you nod.
Something like that.
“Okay. Kat.” You point to Angry Katsuki, who’s now glowering on the couch, much like he did at the front door, and much cleaner than before. Your finger shifts to Other Katsuki, until his head becomes a small point at the top of your fingernail. “Suki. That way, if I call, you both don’t come running. Cool?”
While Suki nods his head with diligence, Kat finally smiles. Not the soft smile that’s reserved for you, but the self-satisfied smile reserved for villains, the one that barely hides his hunger for blood.
“Hear that, Nerd? I’m Kat, not your bitch-ass.”
Suki blinks, relatively confused, and tips his head to the side. “Why the fuck does that matter?”
“’Cuz I’m the original!” Kat says loud and proud, digging a thumb into his chest. “Not you.”
“…Again, why the fuck does that matter,” Suki grumbles, less a question and more an observation. A statement. “We got split in two. We’re two halves of the same person, not a copy-paste.”
“I fuckin’ know that, shit stick.” Kat’s hands crackle at the prospect of being challenged, and while Suki tries to hide the way he shrinks in on himself, you throw a spare pillow at Kat’s head.
“Ow, what the fuck!”
“No explosions in the house!”
Kat grumbles, but his hands fizzle out. He shakes them out at his sides. “’M not doin’ this shit—’m goin’ to bed.”
“Ah-Ah! No,” you say, and Kat freezes like you grabbed him physically, like there’s an invisible wall that separates the living room from the rest of the house. “You said we’d watch that move tonight, remember?”
“We said,” he amends, looking unimpressed before jerking his head to Suki. “Make him watch it.”
“No! It’s exactly like you said—you both promised. Technically,” you smile and look at Suki, who, honestly, looks like there’s no other place he’d rather be—he just watches you talk with his chin propped on a hand and love in his eyes. “So. We’re both watching it.”
“Fuckin’—fine,” Kat groans, loud and obnoxious, and to the ceiling. He sits back down with a huff. “But I swear to God, if it’s some fuckin’ Twilight shit again—”
“It’s not.” You get up only to shove Kat over with a hip, quitting his manspreading, and make yourself enough room between them. He lets you. Suki wraps both arms around your middle, and cuddles you close and tight, like you might up and disappear tomorrow. “That was one time—”
“One horrible time, when I was forced to watch five fuckin’ movies of absolute bullshit—”
“It wasn’t that fuckin’ bad,” Suki defends with a quiet grumble, and you want to scoop him up and run away with him. “’S…campy.”
“Thank you,” you nod, before redirecting your attention to Kat, patting him on the leg. “See? Suki understands quality content when he sees it.”
“Get the fuck out my face.”
You don’t put on Twilight—but you do put on Argylle, and that’s not much better.
“So, you’re tellin’ me,” Kat trails off, and you watch the movie flicker in carmine eyes. “That the whole damn time, this chick was writing a book that predicts the future—”
“Specifically a spy-future, yes—”
“And, that’s why…y’know what? Fuck this shit, my head hurts.”
“You have no sense of whimsy,” you sigh, unimpressed. Kat rolls his eyes.
“Listen, Sweetheart,” He fills his voice with faux saccharine, artificial flavoring, and you scowl at the mockery. “I got a job—a real serious job. Don’t got fuckin’ time for ‘whimsy.’”
Kat hangs air quotes with a hand, and that just pushes your frown deeper.
“Oh, and I don’t?” you smile, but it’s just as artificial as his words. Kat glowers, and behind you, Suki goes:
“Uh oh…”
“Somethin’ like that.”
With a huff, you snatch him by blond spikes—and, if Kat is even a little tenderheaded as Katsuki is…
You yank and pull upward, and Kat rises with your grip. Yep. “Ow, what the fuck?! Ah—okay, fuck, I’m sorry—”
He hisses, face twisting in agony—and finally, you relent the torture. You let him go with a satisfied smile, and Kat snarls at you, rubbing the soft points of his head.
“What did we learn?”
Suki snickers under his breath. “Fuckin’ nothing.”
Kat scrambles at that, getting to his feet in preparation to attack. Fear flashes across Suki’s face, making you wonder if his statement was supposed to come out quieter, perhaps unheard. He scrambles over the arm of the couch, and you get thrown around in his rush.
“You’re fuckin’ dead meat!” Kat hollers. Suki takes off in a mad dash.
It isn’t before long that they’re chasing each other in circles around the couch, like a pack of wild dogs, snarling and huffing and puffing. (With the occasional spark—which you’re quick to put out.) You watch your movie, and occasionally, them, and eat the majority of the popcorn in the process.
Eventually, they collapse back onto the couch and into their respective sides, twin chests heaving and glistening in sweat until their breath makes the mile long trek to catch up.
“You two done?” You ask, but never take your eyes off the screen. It’s getting to the good part.
Suki nods. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Kat snaps, and you double check to make sure he isn’t talking to you (because, if he is—you’re locking him in the basement), but he’s still glaring at Suki like he murdered his family. “You piss me the fuck off.”
“Clearly,” Suki snorts, this time quiet enough for Kat to not hear. Still vaguely out of breath, he squeezes your thigh to get attention, and slings his other arm behind you. “I wan’a kiss. Can I get a kiss, Baby?”
You giggle, because as stated, soft Katsuki is a Katsuki you’re used to having to work for, and then some. His hand lifts to your chin as you say, “Sure, Suki.”
And then, you’re getting snatched back by your pajama shirt, nearly choking in the process with an embarrassing and garbled noise.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely not,” Kat grunts, and you nearly fall backwards into his lap. “My girlfriend.”
“Your—” Suki cuts himself off with a scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you up again—up and away. “One, we’re the same damn person, she’s both our girlfriend. And two, I want my fuckin’ kiss.”
Back.
“Well, that’s too damn bad,” Kat huffs, and you’re yanked again. This is starting to get dizzying. “I don’ want your bitch lips all over her.”
Forth.
“Okay,” Suki chuckles, and you’re tipped forward. Seriously? “And, I don’t want your ugly ass mug anywhere near my girl, so—”
Back.
“Oh, now it’s ‘your girl’—I thought we—”
Forth.
“Yeah. My girl, ‘cuz you don’ even know how to treat her.”
Back—Forth.
“You’re loud, and rude, and angry—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth.
“Y’don’t appreciate shit that she does for us, and it fuckin’ shows—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth. Back and Forth and Back.
“Yeah, and she loves me for it anyway, Dipshit—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth an—
“Can you two quit it!”
When they still, you go tumbling forward and into Suki’s lap—which, Kat doesn’t like very much, and grumbles under his breath about it.
“Sorry, Baby.”
“Fuckin’ what.”
“You guys realize I can kiss both of you, right?” Your words border on exasperated. Kat rolls his eyes.
“Fine—I get first.”
“No, I do!”
“I will blast you to goddamn smithereens.”
“Fine! At least I get my fuckin’ kiss—”
“Oh my god,” you groan aloud, running hands over your face and sinking deeper into the couch. It’s endless. “Y’know what? No. Stand up.”
You pat both of their backs to urge them upwards, and they follow. Standing side by side and watching you—and if you thought that one set of Katsuki’s eyes were intimidating enough, try two.
“Okay, Suki—you asked first, so you go first.”
Kat grumbles under his breath, something about ‘well if I fuckin’ knew that, woulda asked ages ago,’ but relents relatively quiet. Suki bends over with a smile, cradling the side of your face to lift it higher.
“Thank you, Baby.”
Katsuki’s lips always feel warm, and Suki’s are no different—they move slow and soft and patient, like he knows what’s coming, when it’s coming, so might as well take his time until he can see the finish line. He inhales like he could breathe you in, and the hand cupping your face tightens with want and satisfaction.
When Suki pulls away, you’re both breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you.”
But, before you can respond—
Suki is shoved out of the way, out of frame, and in comes Kat, who would be on fire if he could. “Y’call that a fuckin’ kiss? Watch and learn, Loser.”
Kat grabs you by the chin and kisses you with weight. He presses into you with his upper body, using a free hand to rest on the back of the couch, and placing a knee between your legs. Kat kisses you into the cushions and out of any breath you have left, leaving you scrambling for air.
“How was that,” Kat asks once pulling away, dragging his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. You swoon, before remembering that this Katsuki is downright evil.
“It was…um…” you try to say fine, try to say okay, I’ve had better, but the weight of two intense stares fill your veins and cloud your judgement. And, just overall ability to speak as a whole.
“See Dumbass, what’d I say?” Kat hollers over his shoulder, standing up to glare at his doppelgänger. “Kiss her right and she fuckin’ melts.”
Suki bristles at that, but doesn’t bite back with words. Instead, he quietly assumes Kat’s place with a hum, thumbing the highest point of your cheek as he looks down. He studies you.
“Mmm…looks pretty solid to me,” Suki mutters, tilting your head every which way, like he’s trying to find something that’s not there. Kat yells from the back, ‘shitty ass joke!’ “Wha’d’ya think, Baby? Who’s better?”
“Um,” you swallow, and try to stifle your inner goblin. “I don’t…I think I’ll need more than that to…y’know…know?”
And, yet. The goblin comes out, anyway. (At least she’s respectful, this time.)
Suki teeters his head in consideration, and Kat snorts from behind him. “Fuckin’ pervert.”
You gawk. Because, like, yes, but also, “how am I supposed to know based off a three second kiss?”
“Valid question.”
“Listen—I don’t know about Mr. Chastity over here, but mine was definitely longer than three seconds.”
Suki gives him a look over his shoulder, and though you can’t see it, you can guess based off the way he goes, “Seriously?”
“I said what I said.”
You see the tail end of Suki rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, and the look of pure annoyance on his face shifts to one of affection. His thumb brushes your cheek again, as he leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath across your lips.
“Well, Baby? Should we prove that fucker wrong?”
But, you’re not paying attention to much else other than the way Suki’s lips round and soften to form words that you barely hear. So, you just nod, let out a quiet ‘uh huh,’ and let him close the distance.
Suki kisses you with more passion this time around, but less vigor and aggression than Kat. You feel comfortable and grounded, and gasp, hands finding the middle of his shirt as he tilts his head to the side. You don’t get kissed stupid like you do with Kat—like the earth got flipped upside down and you just have to deal with it—but held and loved, and that’s stupefying enough.
Suki moans into your mouth, making your body run both hot and cold. It takes ages and alcohol to convince Katsuki to make a sound, to stop holding himself back, but this one might not. This one might not, and God, if that doesn’t make your head spin.
A tongue licks the seam of your lips but never pushes further than that, just enough for you to be aware of the threat and the want, but never enough to give. You whine, pushing deeper—and Suki smiles against your lips like that was exactly what he wanted, before his hand encompasses the front of your neck to squeeze, restricting your airflow just enough.
When he pulls away, the hand around your neck slides to your collarbones, and your eyes flutter shut. It continues to snake lower, past the waistband of your sweats and even lower than that, until two fingers run along your folds. They’re gone as quick as they came, and Suki pulls them out to reveal—
“See? She’s soaked.”
Kat growls, but before he can say anything, Suki tucks both fingers into his mouth and sucks. It’s obscene, and you think you see his tongue poke through at some point.
But then, he’s getting shoved in the shoulder, falling into the couch and more importantly, away from you, as Kat takes his place between your legs. Before you have time to protest (which—you won’t, but you might’ve for a second, for like, posterity) Kat is shoving your sweats down to your ankles, clearly tired of playing fair.
“I’m sick of his shit,” he grumbles, shifting your hips forward until you’re nearly laying flat. “Aren’t you sick of his shit, Princess?”
You don’t really know what to say to that. Luckily, you’re not given much time to—Kat sticks his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, and dragging it back down.
“Fuckin’—take your goddamn time,” Suki growls, and Kat just rolls his eyes and continues his ministrations. “I worked hard to get her that fuckin’ wet, y’know—”
Kat only pulls his mouth away to give his double an incredulous look, pointing at your pussy like you’re not even there. “Oh, you think you did this.”
“I know I did,” Suki snarls at the slight, and when Kat chuckles around your clit, it makes your thigh seize. “But, fine—fuck her dry like an animal. See if I care when she comes runnin’ to me ‘cuz y’don’t know what the fuck you’re doin’.”
Kat doesn’t grace his words with more words, just flips a middle finger in his direction before that hand finds your thigh. Only to spread your legs wider, broaden his plate, and you nearly keel over when he sucks too hard.
“He bein’ too rough?” Suki coos, grabbing you by the jaw and running a thumb along it’s sharpest point. “’S okay if you can’t cum, Baby—he has absolutely no finesse.”
Suki rips Kat away from you by the hair, his lips flushed and glossed from you, and yanks him out of the way. Kat snarls and lets his palms pop, but one halfhearted glare from you, and they fizzle right out.
“He’s being a dick!” Kat defends, gesturing at the perpetrator with open hands—said perpetrator simply settles between your legs, licking his lips. Kat is ignored.
Suki moves a lot slower than Kat does—still hot and heavy, but languid, like he knows you’re not going anywhere any time soon. He licks you up and down, avoiding places that would do anything more than simmer. But, even low heat will eventually come to a boil, and your breath hitches when a finger brushes your entrance.
Kat yawns. “I’m fuckin’ bored.”
Suki rolls his eyes and can’t help but pull away, get another word in—but his finger finally quits (some of) the teasing and plunges right in. You shiver, then melt. “Well, that’s too damn bad.”
“Yeah, it is—make her scream or somethin’ before I fuckin’ fall asleep.”
“Oh, please fall asleep,” Suki insists, but never takes his eyes away from you—your pussy—as he berates his double, too fascinated by the way you squeeze and relax around him. “I’d love if you fell asleep—I could be both of us, and she wouldn’t even notice.”
Kat barks out a laugh, loud and sarcastic. “You get mad at me for bein’ rude, then you call her stupid? Some white knight.”
“No,” Suki says, and adds another finger and curls them upward—it makes your leg kick involuntarily, and it probably would’ve done some damage if he didn’t catch it in time. “I’m callin’ you basic. Bitch.”
“Oh, you fuckin—”
“Guys! Please!” You scream at the ceiling. You’re exhausted and annoyed, semi-horny and so far away from the finish line. “Stop arguing—do you want me to cum or not?”
And, well. That shuts them up quicker than you expected.
“Absolutely, Baby.”
“Ugh—fuckin’ whatever.”
Suki focuses on you, after that. Kat tries to distract him with playground insults, tugging at his hair like a childhood bully, but the most he gets in response is a middle finger. Suki hoists your thigh onto his shoulder, and, when you wiggle too much, uses a free hand to pin your waist in place.
It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time until you feel the fire in your belly turn dangerous, like wind carrying bonfire embers into trees to ignite them. It’s not your fault—there’s two pair of eyes when there should be one, equally eager, equally fascinated. Kat catches your chin and pulls you in for a rough kiss, and Suki’s eyes flutter when you squeeze around him, like he’s fingering himself and feeling every curve of his fingertips.
You squirm, understanding the specifics of the feeling that builds and hating them. “Ah fuck—think I’m gonna…?”
“Squirt?” Suki finishes with a knowing smile, like that’s what he’s been aiming for this whole time, and you bristle.
“Fuck you,” you pant, but it get infinitely harder to argue as your vision starts to blur with your breathing. “Yes, Asshole.”
“Hot,” Kat nods in agreement, and if you had the wherewithal to, you’d chuck a pillow in his face. Again.
“You know I hate this.” You give Suki an half-hearted glare, and he fights the smile growing on his face. “Why do you do this to me.”
“Because it’s hot,” Suki hums, and honestly, he deserves a pillow to the face as well. “C’mon, Baby—relax, let it happen.”
He starts stroking your thigh like that’s going to help any. It doesn’t, and the stick you use is no longer good enough to defend your impending orgasm, which is horrible, horrible news for the couch cushion. You’ll need to flip it over. Again.
(So—maybe you should just buy a new cushion, at this point. And avoid sitting in your usual spot on the couch.)
While the orgasm doesn’t catch you by surprise, the strength of it does. Your thighs squeeze around Suki’s head as much as they’re able—as much as he allows—and a hand finds Kat’s to hold on tight and squeeze. You feel Kat fall into your shoulder, or maybe you fall into his. Your body burns, buzzes, anything that starts with a b that sounds hot. You’re hot. On fire, actually.
You don’t open your eyes until the feeling subsides—in time to watch Suki pull away, face soaked, and the couch cushion even more so. Kat takes two fingers and runs them along your folds, only to dip them into his mouth and hum with contentment.
“Sweet, right?”
“Fuck yeah.”
And you, feeling the wet cushion under your back, haven’t decided whether you’re going to smother both (?) your boyfriends in their sleep.
(You make both of them sleep on the couch that night—the wet couch that’s their fault. Kat doesn’t get it, he didn’t even do anything. Suki accepts his fate with a knowing grin.)
You can feel the cruel, cerulean scowl staring down at your knelt, pathetic form. You don’t dare look up. Keeping your eyes focused on your hands which rested upon your thighs.
The concrete floors beneath you already beginning to bruise your delicate skin. Dabi is standing before you, the only thing in your sight is his heavy leather boots. The room is silent, only making you more unnerved.
“Eyes up.” Slowly, your head raises until you make eye contact. Dabi is clearly unpleased with you. His jaw is tense, eyes narrowed as he looks down at you. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” His ragged voice is full of ice, something you expected.
Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, Dabi suddenly brought up a mission. It was too casual, just relaxing on the couch before the announcement. You’re quick to begin crying, hugging around his waist as you plead with him. He doesn’t care for your cries.
Only rubbing your back with a roll of his eyes. “You act like ‘m not comin’ back.” He grumbled. He gave you the week to spend as much time with him and last Monday, it was time. He stood in the entryway, holding you close to his chest. Your fingers gripped his shirt, feeling as if he’d slip away at any moment.
With a final kiss to your forehead, Touya pulls away. “It’s only a week, dollface. I’ll be back.” Before he leaves, he runs down the list of rules he always gave you whenever he had to go.
Rule one, you were to stay in the apartment, it was too dangerous for you to be outdoors. This wasn’t a constant rule, you were allowed out alone and with company while he was home. While away, he couldn’t risk anyone getting ahold of you.
Rule two, you were to give him daily updates, at least four times a day. Although he has many ways to ensure your safety, it gives him a warmth in his chest when you send him a good morning text, describing your dream and how much you miss him.
Rule three, you were not to open the door for anyone. This rule had a few exceptions. Hawks and the league had specific knocks to confirm their identities. They were the only ones you were allowed to let in or speak to.
Rule four, you were to stay away from the ended and social media while he was away. Mainly his way of ensuring you don’t see any of the atrocities he may commit.
Rule five, you were not allowed to touch yourself. No toys, no fingers, no pornography. Nothing.
He was incredibly disappointed when inspecting his cameras in a run-down motel room. Watching as your hips twitched and ground against a pillow, sugary moans spilling off of your lips.
The same disappointment was all over his face. “I’m sorry—!” His rough hand grabs your cheeks, startling you. “Did I ask you to speak?” You shake your head, eyes welling with tears. “So, why’re ya’ talking, dog?” You stay silent, pout on your lips and tears in your eyes.
His icy blue eyes scan over your face, smirking when he locks with your watery eyes. Your face is forced to the side as he pushes you away. “I do everything for you. Everything to keep you safe and you can’t follow one simple fuckin’ rule.”
Dabi crouched down to pick up the heavy chain attached to your matching collar. He tugs you hard, throwing you off your balance as you’re forced to crawl behind him. You’re led to your bedroom where he sits on a chair and you stay on your knees.
He clears his throat, shuffling in his seat. You look up at him wide-eyed, awaiting your order. “You’re gonna work for my cock, you understand that?” You nod. “Speak up.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good, doggy.”
“Now, get to work.” Dabi pushes his right boot forward. You look up at him, unsure if you were misreading his command. He tilts his head down, wordlessly awaiting your obedience. Slowly, you lean further down to the floor.
The scent of earthiness, metal, and leather fills your nose. He adorned thick, black leather, steel-toed boots. Your personal favorite in his collection. The boots were intimidating on the man, making him appear taller and much rougher.
You're hesitant as you stick your tongue out, slowly swiping across the material. “Good, doggy. Keep goin’.” His praises encourage you, allowing you to become more comfortable as your tongue laps at the leather.
Dabi's expression hasn’t changed since he entered, his eyes only softened as he watched you clean his leather. His left hand creeping to squeeze his hardening cock, throbbing beneath his jeans.
“This is where you belong, isn’t it? On your knees with my boot in your mouth.” You stare at him wide-eyed. “I asked you a question.” The chain is pulled taut, squeezing your collar around your throat.
“Yes! This is where I belong, sir.” You cry out, at the sudden asphyxiation.
You’re focused on pleasing him, trying to force away the dull throb in your panties. Tongue dragging across ash and blood, spit shining the black leather. “Off it.” You stop with a whine, sitting back on your haunches.
You pull away, a trail of spit stuck to the leather and your lips. “Oh, look at you. S’fuckin’ pretty.” Dabi caresses your cheek before hooking his thumb into your mouth. You suck in the digit, holding blurred eye contact as your tears continue to flow. A taunting smirk is spread over his scarred lips.
“Stop your cryin’, mutt. I’ve hardly done anything to you.” That was true. Dabi could be much meaner if he truly wanted to be, he was just toying with you for a moment. Relishing in the tears that roll down your chubby cheeks.
“I want you to ride it. Take those pretty panties off and ride my fuckin’ boot.” You follow his orders, slipping the soaked fabric down your thighs and off onto the floor. Dabi’s hand cradles your cheek so he can watch your fave contort in pleasure as your clit makes contact.
Your hips twitch as you whimper, your hands gripping his hips to balance yourself. “M’yeah?” Dabi teases. Your hips swivel along the boot, stimulating your throbbing clit. Sharp quick pants leave your parted lips as you mindlessly hump the leather.
Drool beginning to spill from your lips, dribbling onto the denim-clad thigh of Dabi. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ Your absentminded pleas force Dabi to unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out from his boxers. He slowly strokes himself, scarred hand languidly moving up and down.
“You like this don’t you? You love bein’ a disgusting dog f’me.” You nod quickly, your grip on him tightening. “Yes! Yes, I love being your dog, Dabi!” He chuckles at your enthusiasm before groaning as he nudges his piercing.
Your cunt’s slick, slipping easily if the material as wanton moans freely leave you. You’re getting close, the knot in your stomach becoming something you can’t ignore. Hips stuttering, nails digging into his skin and your chest heaving, Dabi knew you were teetering on the edge.
He just wanted to see what you would do.
Your ministrations don’t stop, only motivated more as you watch him jerk off. You’re so close, if you just add a little more pressure you’ll surely cum. Just a little bit more—
“Off it.” The look on Dabi’s force forces you back to your kneeled position.
You cry out at the lack of stimulation, your poor cunt clenching around nothing. “Look at my good dog. Learnin’ to listen to orders.” Dabi takes his fingers from your mouth, moving to pet your hair.
“While you’re down there, suck my cock, yeah?” He’s so uncaring as he leans back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. So, your nimble fingers make quick work crawling up his thighs before grabbing his cock.
He hisses at your grip, head tilting back. You lean over his lap, puckering your lips as you spit onto the throbbing head. A sharp groan gets stuck in his throat as you begin stroking him, hands twisting in opposite directions as they slide up and down.
You give him a wild grin, thighs clenching each time he moans. “I said suck it, mutt.” You follow his orders, taking the head between your lips and swirling your tongue around him.
“There you go, baby. Suck that big dick f’me.” The metallic taste of his piercings and the saltiness of precum fills your mouth, encouraging you to take him deeper. You gag around him, spilling tears down your cheeks.
“Good,” His hand comes down to hold your hair, slowly moving you up and down. “You’re doin’ s’good, doggy.” Dabi pants, cursing you under his breath. Your space wasn’t enough for the man, he strengthened the grip on your hair, forcing you further down.
Your nails dig into his skin as you choke on him. Hands slapping against his thighs as he roughly fucks into your throat. “Just like that—fuck! You love it, don’t you? Gaggin’ on my fuckin’ cock.” His voice begins to sound whiney as he reaches his orgasm.
You’re forced all the way down, nose nuzzling his pelvis as he cums. Spilling rope after rope of his cum down your throat, loud groans leaving him. Dabi lets you go, allowing you to pull off quickly as you cough.
Your face is soaked in tears and spit, making you the image of perfection to him. He watches as you pant and cough, catching your breath. “You look so pretty,” Dabi strokes your hair. “You looked s’fuckin’ pretty suckin’ my cock.” He wrenches your head back, roughly tugging on your hair.
“Open.” Your lips greedily part, tongue lolling out as he spits onto it. “Don’t you fuckin’ swallow.” He snarled, pinching your cheeks together. You pull your tongue back into your mouth, salivas mixing on your tongue. “Lay down.” He pats his thigh, readjusting himself to accommodate you.
You play over his lap, head and legs dangling over. Dabi adjusts you in his lap, pulling your ass up for his comfort. A heated hand rubs over the dentin’s skin of your ass. “Such a pretty thing you are.” He grips your ass.
Dabi is quick, lifting his hand from your skin before striking you hard. A muffled shout leaves you, determined to follow his orders. He repeated the motion on the other cheek, not giving you much time to relax.
Smack after smack after smack, your nails are digging into his leg you attempt to stay quiet. The blood is rushing to your head as you hang, making you dizzy from his hits and your position.
Your ass is bright red and sore, a product of his heavy and heated hand. “How ya’ feelin’?” He leans down, entering your peripheral. “Your ass feelin’ okay?” Your eyes are blurry and unfocused, and your body still tense and shaking. “Can’t talk, doggy?” He teases with a laugh.
Dabi sits you up on his lap, holding onto your hips to steady you. “Swallow for me.” You follow his orders, sticking out your tongue to prove so. “Such a good pet, hmm?” He pets your hair, allowing you to keen into his touch.
“Think ya’ deserve my cock now, dollface?” Dabi asks, wiping the tears from your face. “I deserve whatever you give me.” You reply with a sniffle. “That’s what I wanna hear.” The dark-haired man pulls you in for a kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck.
The kiss is sloppy, full of spit and tongue. Dabi’s hands wander from your face down to your bruised ass, pinching at the sensitive skin. Your pained moans against his lips make his cock throb, leaking pre cum against his stomach.
In a smooth motion, Dabi lifts you into his arms and stands to his feet, carrying you over to the bed. You’re dropped unceremoniously, only for his lips to travel down your chin to your neck then your collarbones.
He unclips the chain from your collar, dropping it to the floor before attending to your breast. His tender kisses to your soft breast are interrupted as he bites, leaving a perfect imprint of his soft teeth. Dabi grins at you as his tongue lolls out to soothe the skin. His skillful tongue swirls around your nipples before he sucks the bud between his lips.
Your back arches in pleasure, hips bucking in desperation. He sinfully moans around your nipple, teeth grazing the hardened nub causing you to shiver. “P-please, Dabi.” Your pleading is nearly silent, voice just above a whisper.
The stark contrast of his warm mouth to the cool room is jarring. Dabi pulls away, straddling your waist as he looks down upon you. “What was that, I didn’t hear you?” The man taunts. “Dabi, please…” You pout, grabbing at his arm. He smacks your hands away, dismounting your body.
Before you can question what he was doing, you’re flipped onto your stomach, effectively disorienting you. His hands are all over you, positioning the way he wants you to be. Ass up, face down with a beautiful arch in your back. Dabi smacks your ass, admiring his work.
Your pretty soaked cunt was on full display, dripping sweet nectar down your plush thighs. “Now,” Dabi straddles your legs, positing himself behind you. “Speak up, tell me what you want.”
Your whines are muffled by the blanket. “I can’t hear you.” He chides as he lifts your head from the mattress. “Please, I need it so badly. I was only touching myself because I missed you, I’m sorry for disobeying you!”
“That’s a good pet.” The tip of his heavy pierced cock nudges against your dripping cunt. “So fuckin’ soaked already,” He groans pressing the head in. “Shit, baby. Take it f’me, you can do that yeah?” Tears prick your eyes again as he pushes further in, your tight heat stretching to accommodate his size.
He continues to sink his thick cock into your warm, wet walls. Stretching you out to fit him snugly. You yelp as the head of his cock smacks into your cervix, the dull pain spreading through your pelvis and stomach.
You grip the sheets, attempting to pull yourself away. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me.” Dabi rasps, gripping your waist and pulling you back. “Fuuuuck!” Your eyes roll back as you squirm in his grip. “You wanted this, take it.”
Dabi’s pace is quick, not giving you a chance to adjust. He’s pounding into you, nails digging
“Been gone for a week and you're that like a fuckin’ virgin? She missed me that bad?” He pants, leaning over your back. “Y-yes yes, I missed you so fucking much!” A hard smack is landed across your already aching ass.
“I’m not talkin’ to you, mutt.” Dabi spat, smacking the other cheek, relishing in how you clenched around him. “I’m talkin’ to this sinful fuckin’ pussy. Creamin’ ‘round my cock.” Your slick sounds of his cock pistoning into your cunt was sickening.
The rigged feeling of his piercings pleasantly rubs against your g-spot. “Greedy little cunt couldn’t wait to get some dick, now you have it and you wanna run?” Your hands reach back to push against his stomach, begging him to be gentle to your aching pussy.
Dabi grabs your wrist, pinning them back and pulling you back to him. He rests his chin against your shoulder as he thrusts into your core in this new position. “Oh my god,” Your drawl, head rolling to the side. “You’re so fuckin’ deep.”
He breathily chuckles against your ear, your moans music to his ears. “What do ya’ say?” His hand coming up to cup your breast. “Thank you, Dabi.” You sputter between strained moans.
“Nuh uh, what’s my name?” Dabi huffs against your ear, nipping at the cartilage. “Th-thank you, sir!” You sob, bowing against him. “That’s a good, pet.”
His thrusts increase, heavy balls smacking against your ass. The splitting feeling of him inside makes your cunt throb, and your poor aching clit twitches with neglect. You were getting close again, orgasm soon approaching with his harsh thrusts.
“Shit—please! I can’t, sluh—fuck! Slow down!” You cry and he lets you go, forcing your face into the mattress. “Ya’ gonna cum? Huh? Awww poor baby, who said you couldn’t do that?” He leans over you mercilessly thrusts abusing your dripping hole.
“Nonono—please! Been s’good, I wanna cum!” The words are muffled but, the message is clear. He only taunts you further, reaching down to play with your clit. “Mmm’not yet.”
“Wanna—shit—feel you clench on me some more. This tight cunt is fuckin’ addicting.” Dabi’s orgasm was approaching, his balls tightening as he continued his pace. “I’ll let ya’ know when you can, just enjoy it for now.”
Your walls flutter around him as his thumb circles your clit, pressing on the nub to feel your twitch against him.
“Shit—‘m gonna cum, pretty. Gonna breed this pretty cunt, you like that?” You nod, pleasure rendering you unable to speak. Dabi doesn’t punish you, too focused on pumping you full of his cum.
“You want me to breed this pretty cunny, don’t you? Make you mama, hah?” His teeth graze your shoulder before his tongue laps at the skin.
“C’mon, cum for me, pretty. Be a good dog f’me and cum.” He growls as he bottoms out in you. A ragged groan leaves the man as he cums, spilling rivulets of cum into your awaiting womb. You cum with him, overstimulation setting in quickly from being denied for so long.
Your body spasms as he lays over you, bodies now against the mattress. He’s buried deep within you, still twitching and pumping you full of his seed. You’re delirious, eyes hazy and stuffed too full to comprehend your surroundings.
You’re left panting and sweaty, too tired to get up and move. Eventually, Dabi pulls out, whistling at the stream of white that drips out of you. He spreads your ass, dipping down to lap at your cunt. “Baby, no…” You whine with overstimulation.
His tongue delves into your holes, dripping up the mixtures of both of your arousals. Dabi licks a stripe up from your cunt to your asshole, pulling away with a smile. “God, you taste so good, baby.” You’re still limp against the bed, tired from his pounding.
“We should,” Dabi takes a deep breath. “We should clean up.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You did so good. You only ever act right when I’m mean to you, huh?” You mumble something unintelligible making him laugh. He rolls off of you, pulling you to play on his scarred chest.
Your eyes are shut, breathing slowly to regulate yourself. He gently strokes your hair, smiling down at you.
keigo can be such a lazy prick during sex. sat back with his arms folded behind his mess of blond hair, sleazy smirk plastered on his tanned skin. he’s able to hold this facade as you beg for his attention, just a simple touch from his fingers.
a pathetic pout and big eyes is usually enough to break the hero but, he ignores you. you fold your arms, hoping to truly convey how upset you were. the blond still paid no mind, a look of waiting on his face.
“ya’ gonna ride my dick, pretty? or do i gotta jerk myself off?”
“why won’t you just fuck me, kei?” you fall onto his chest, crocodile tears slipping down your pudgy cheeks. “cause you’re spoiled,” he pinches your cheeks forcing you to face him. “i’m always the one doing all the work.” your bottom lip wobbles causing him to roll his eyes.
“cut the dramatics. ya’ can’t ride?” you shake your head, as if you were truly helpless. keigo sighs, hands moving to rest upon your hips. he squeezes the chub in his hands, adjusting his grip. “got me doin’ all the work all the time.” you flinched as he effortlessly lifted your body, his thick length nearly leaving the warmth of your walls only for him to drop you back down.
you see stars as he slams into your cervix, a welcomed pain and pleasure fizzling throughout your body. “can’t put those muscles you’ve been working so hard on to use?” - “kei—!”
“that’s right, pretty.” his voice is gruff as he resists the urge to fuck into you, resisting the urge to give you exactly what he wants. “bounce that pretty ass on my dick, dove.” his voice feels distant as his cock repeatedly pounds into your womb, punching a small bulge on your stomach.
your hands rest on his chest, vision blurred and legs burning. rushed gasps and choked moans leave you, each bounce knocking the wind from your lungs.
“ke-kei, i-i can’t!” you wail, cunt gushing around him. “can’t what, baby?” his hand brushes stray hairs away from your face. your eyes focus, a sudden clarity fluttering through your system. the blond’s arms wee folded behind his head, smug grin on his face.
“you’re already doin’ so well, pretty baby, i stopped helping you awhile ago.” you hadn’t even minded his tricks, too lust driven to care. your hips come down at a harder pace, fully intending to milk him of all he’s worth.
your movements catch the hero off guard, his hands reaching out to hold onto your thighs. you’re relentless, the previous exhaust you had once felt had entirely dissipated, fueled with a new energy. “shit—fuckin’ hell, baby.” he grits.
you’re a goddess above him, an image of perfection. keigo’s nails dig into your skin as his cock throbs, a sharp whine leaves him as rake your nails across his chest. you’re both so sensitive in the moment, the slightest breeze causing you to shiver and yearn for more.
“that’s my good girl,” keigo grunts out. “such a good girl for me, you know that?” he rambling at this point, something you’re familiar with. his nails dig further into you, not enough to break the skin. “gonna let me cum in you, dove? hmm?”
“gonna let me fill your cunt?” his promises of breeding you fester into a ball of heat in your stomach. you slow your hips to a torturing grind and leaning down beside his ear.
