katsuki making an absolute mess of you until youâre shaking and leaking before kirishima comes home and then he holds you open for kiri to clean you up with his mouth <33
clubs really werenât seroâs scene, heâd much rather be at home smoking but his friends dragged him out anyways. heâs lounged back in the booth, watching all the sweaty bodies sway to the rhythm of the music. with a huff, mina and denki drag him up and haul him out to the dance floor, laughing at him to let loose and enjoy the night.
the drinks and the blunt from earlier have him in the perfect haze where he does give into the music and let his body move. a hand slides up his arm and as he turns to look at the owner denki and mina disappear into the crowd. he looks down at you as you press your other hand to his lower stomach.
âhappy birthday.â you lean up and whisper in his ear.
âhowâd you know itâs my birthday?â he pulls back and looks you over.
âyouâre my favorite hero.â you bat your lashes up at him. âwanna dance?â you tilt your head.
âyou wanna dance wâme?â he rests a hand on your hip.
âmhm.â you nod, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
his hand on your hip slides around to your lower back and presses you against him. a little puff of air leaves your mouth before you start moving to the music. his other hand comes down to your hip, fingers digging in softly as you move against him. you reach up and press a kiss to his throat before turning in his grasp and pressing your ass back.
âfuck.â he groans, both hands going to your hips and grinding you back.
his hips move with yours, moving with you to the music as he dips his head down to your neck, barely brushing his lips against your warm skin. you tilt your head to the side, leaning back and letting him take whatever he wants.
when he presses his lips to your skin you let out a soft moan, letting your hands rest on his as he moves them around your front. he slides between your breasts and rests his hand on your throat as he sucks a small mark just below your ear. his other hand is slipped just under your shirt, pressed against your lower tummy keeping you glued to him as he rocks his hips into your ass.
he kisses his way up your jaw and you turn your head just as he smashes his lips to yours. you spin in his grasp once more and press yourself against him, letting your arms rest around his shoulders as you part your lips for him. he licks into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours while you whine into him. his hands slide down to your as and squeeze, chuckling into your mouth when you gasp.
âbathroom.â you pant.
âhm?â he kisses the side of your mouth.
âtake me into the bathroom.â you press yourself closer to him.
he looks over your heaving chest and the way your pupils are dilated before taking your hand and pulling you through the crowd. when you two finally break free you tug him into the bathroom and click the lock shut and heâs on you in seconds. he guides you back to the sink and lifts you up to set you on the counter, slotting himself between your thighs.
âso âm your favorite hero?â his hands land on your thighs, inching up towards your skirt.
âmhm.â you nod, spreading your thighs wider.
âyeah?â he leans in closer, nose nudging yours, his lips just out of reach.
âhanta.â you whine, tilting your head up with need.
he presses his lips to yours, pushing your skirt up towards your hips and trailing a teasing finger up the center of your panties. your hips jerk with each swipe, small moans bubbling up in your throat that heâs more than happy to swallow down. he peels your panties to the side and you lean back, panting as he drags your wetness up towards your clit.
âplease!â your hips jerk forward.
âhm?â he draws tight circles on your clit. âwhatâs got you all wet?â he grins, sliding a finger into you.
ângh!â your eyes flutter. âplease.â you blink up at him.
âtell me what you need, mamas.â he slides a second finger in, slowly fucking them into as you whine up at him.
âyou! please, need you.â your hips start to rock against his hand.
âyeah? iâm right here.â he chuckles.
ânooo.â you pout. âyou.â you wrap your legs are his waist and pull him closer.
âalright, donât worry.â he hums, slipping his fingers into his mouth. âi got you.â
he makes quick work of his pants pushing them down just enough to free himself. you only get a glimpse of him before heâs sliding his tip through your slick folds, smiling down at the way your face scrunches. he pops his tip in and out before sliding it back up to nudge at your clit. he lets you whine at him a couple more times before he presses into you.
âthere you go.â he coos. âthis what you needed?â
âmhm.â you blink up at him, gummy walls squeezing around him as he slides in.
âgood.â he grunts. âdidnât wanna let my biggest fan down.â
he scoots you closer to the edge, pressing his lips to yours again and snapping his hips into you. you whine into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders as he fucks you faster. you tilt your head back, moans spilling out of your parted lips and he dips down to start kissing at your throat and neck. he drags his teeth across your warm skin, nipping at your pulse as hold him closer.
âfeel so fucking good.â he groans.
his kisses back up to your mouth, keeping a steady pace and rolling his hips just right that leaves your mind fuzzy. he slides a hand between you, fingers attaching to your clit and you pull back from his mouth gasping for air.
âhanta! hah- fuck!â
âsâokay. i got you.â his other hand buries itself in your hair and presses your mouth back to his.
heâs slowly working you up, the pleasure is building fast and low in your tummy as he sucks on your tongue. you pull back to pant and he wastes no time kissing back down your neck to mark you up some more. you bury your hands in his hair, tugging and holding him closely as you let out the prettiest moans for him.
âdonât gotta hold it in.â he breathes into your ear. âcan feel it, mamas.â
you cling onto him hands sliding down to dig into his shoulders and with a couple more circles of his fingers your cumming around him. âhanta!!â you buck against him.
âthere you go.â he groans, moving his hand to your waist as he pounds into you.
âi.. i want it!â you blink hazily up at him. âwant it inside!â you hiccup.
he groans, hips stilling as he fills you with ropes of sticky cum. he presses his lips back to yours as he comes down, licking over every inch of your mouth. when he pulls back he finds you pouting and pulling him closer.
âhm?â he nudges his nose against yours.
âdonât.. want it to end yet.â you whisper.
âoh youâre coming home with me.â he grins, pressing another kiss to your lips.
18+ MDNI accounts when their 5 year old son asks to be fed: oh my god. you people make me SICK. can you not READ? IT SAYS MINORS DNI. you SERIOUSLY piss me off. youâre a child and im an adult, i DONT want to be friends with you. Leave me alone. i say things i dont want you to hear. i talk about things youâre not supposed to know yet when youâre in the other room. for your OWN safety, DO NOT TALK TO ME. im blocking you. i seriously canât do this right now.
synopsis: you had an hour left to live, you had to make the most of it
warnings: MDNI, suicide, self harm, implied eating disorder, smut, cunnilingus(fem receiving), fem reader, penetration, fem anatomy, cursing, depression, drugs, mental health topics as a whole, PLEASE do not read if u are sensitive to suicide
One hour. You need to die in one hour at least to make yourself happy.
That was the rule, that was the goal now.
A normal hero would have been disgusted to take the challenge you set upon yourself, but you obliged. An up-and-coming hero with good grades, an amazing quirk at that, and a kind personality. You had a smile on your face for twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. People in your class reached out to you like you were their saving grace, their ticket to heaven itself. How come you went this route so early into your saving career?
You made that deal with the devil, it was time to encapsulate that.
It was the same day all over again. Wake up, go to school, learn nothing, eat(or at least try to), go home, nap, masturbate, then sleep. There was no need to do any of those less meaningful tasks that everyone else nagged you to do. Every single thing your classmates asked you to do felt like a chore. Brushing teeth? Nah. Eat something? Not even close. Go outside and touch grass? No sir.
It all bored you to death. This time, the boredom would get you for good.
The only things that made you happy were your cart, touching yourself, and crying. The tropical scented smoke behind closed doors was a staple for when people came into your room. Each pinch, each finger, was a mask to hide all the disgusting beliefs you had about yourself. Lastly, the hot tears on your skin at least made you feel something that wasnât your body or quirk.
Smoke a little, cum, sob, repeat.
You lay down on your bed, the blanket covering you from all your misery. The darkness of your room helped conceal all the sadness you had in your heart and soul. The blinds were all closed, the doors were locked, and the stepstool you had to reach the high parks of your closet was dangerously close to your window.
You were on the highest floor in the dorms.
You took a hit of your weed pen, it was the first of your routine after your nap. The smoke filled your lungs as you exhaled. It was living the dream to you, but a nightmare to someone normal. Something was wrong with you, but no one had the guts to ask you in person, only in wandering stares or lingering gossip. Those remarks never hit you with the realization thatâŠsomething was off in your class. You specifically.
Two fingers began to slip inside of your pussy as you thought of all the times someone said hi to you in the hallways. They were the thoughts that made you feel somewhat happy about yourself. They were those moments where someone as cool as Izuku Midoriya gave you an extra bite of his food âjust because,â all those times people gave a damn about you. It was so low you could count it on two hands. It felt routine at this point.
A soft moan escaped your lips, pumping the fingers inside and out. The pleasure seeped through your veins as you went faster and faster with your movements. This was a way where you wanted to feel yourself. You wanted to feel at least something before you died.
Your hole began to pulsate, like it always did before you ran out of thoughts. It was like your body knew it was empty of all the love they had for you. Too bad, so sad.Â
Then, you thought of Izuku again.
His smile was full of glee, someone that anyone could trust in a heartbeat. You wanted that type of confidence in yourself. It was the goal to be like that. To have some kind of love for yourself, even if it felt artificial.
You went deeper, that single glimpse of you two together gave you the motivation to do something about it. Your other hand snaked to your left breast, squeezing it like his hand would squeeze it. Your thumb brushed at your nipple, sensitive to the touch like always. You whined, trying to feel something as you fingered yourself. You winced at the pain, but it felt good, just as it felt good to cut yourself. It was that pain that felt bad at the start, but then felt routine once you got into the swing of things.
Everything felt like routine. Same day over and over again.
Your thoughts began to repeat as you got closer to your orgasm. It was easy to please yourself, no one would want to do that with someone like you anyhow. You took out your fingers to taste yourself. It tasted like normality to you. It was the same thing.
The edge felt nice at least.
You didnât know any love except your own, even if you had little to love. You wouldnât hesitate to make other people happy, but the reciprocation made you feel weird. It stuck out like a sore thumb, or whatever simile came into mind. It felt awful. Like those times when you stayed up all night masturbating just to make yourself feel happy, or cutting your upper thighs so you could feel pain once again.
Maybe that pain felt nice. It felt nice that one time, and the next, and the next. Maybe those scars didnât hurt that much to you. Maybe it all felt nice, even if you now had forty five minutes to live. Time was running out.
It felt surreal to you, it all did. All the times anyone gave you an ounce of attention, it felt like you were hallucinating. How come people had the time of day to give you love and affection? So weird.
Izuku Midoriya used to have a similar challenge to yours. Born quirkless, it was a pain and a half to wake up almost every day thinking, âwhy was I like this?â
âWhy did the divine give me such a curse?â
âDid I do something wrong? Surely I did.â
But he didnât.
At least he had some kind of motivation within him, even when times got so hard.
He was a good kid. Kind heart, determined, any positive quality he had, it shined like gold. He was like the sun, his rays beamed across the UA campus. Izuku Midoriya was the golden boy, there was no doubt about it.
When he opened the door to the common room, the rim of his hairline and forehead was drenched in sweat. He wiped it off with ease. The Smiths still played from his earbuds, his usual music artist when he worked out. Apparently, he had it in him to go outside and train without anyone forcing him out of bed.
Unbeknownst to you, he just wanted to check in with you. Just to ask if you were doing okay. He hadnât talked to you in a few days, which felt like years had been taken off of his life. Izuku thought you were a force to be reckoned with, someone that could take on anything.
Apparently not, according to you.
His green, fluffy hair was ruffled by his coarse, calloused fingers. Oblivious to him that you were doing your daily regimen. With a little time-crunch twist of course. He took off his earbuds after his favorite song by them finished and put them in his case when he pressed the button to the highest floor. Your floor.
As you finished your sexual routine, you wiped the juices from your pussy on your bed. It wasnât needed anyway. You sat up, lazily getting out of bed. You opened up the blinds, the sun had already set, and the twilight was starting to enter the world yet again. The stars looked so nice in the night sky, and the moon made them all look much better.Â
You didnât shine like everyone else in your class, they were all more experienced than you in heroics. You were justâŠthere.
Or at least it felt like you were.
It felt vulgar to even be alive. Your quirk was nice, yes, but your classmates just had it all. They were so tight-knit, so close to each other that it felt like you were the odd one out. It was just like middle school all over again.
As you were opening up the window to finally finish the plan for your demise, you heard footsteps coming closer and closer towards your dorm. You could just tell it was for you, however, you didnât know who it was.
Knock knock!
âY/N! Itâs Midoriya! Just asking if youâre okay,â he called out, knocking again.
Shit.
âOne second!â You slammed your window shut, closing the blinds right after. You scrambled to put on some pajama pants as well. You slipped on some grey sweatpants and turned on your salt lamp. After turning the light on, you took another hit of your pen, swiping the smoke away to try and not make it seem like you were on any drugs. Even though you definitely were.
He knocked again, âY/N? You alright?â
âI said one second!â
It felt odd to say the least, to have someone want to come in and check in on your right before you tried to kill yourself. You thought people didnât care about you, even though you cared for them.
You opened the door wide open, the warm lighting shining and blending into the cool lighting of the hallway. The lock as well snapped open, revealing you disheveled like always. âLike I said, Iâm all good. I just finished taking a nap, and it was getting cold in my room so I shut the door and-â
You kept on talking, excusing yourself for how you have been treating yourself. You wanted to mask the fact that you were in such pain. Physical or mental, it always hurts like a bitch.
â Iâm fine. Some company would be nice though,â you rubbed your cheek, ushering him to sit down on your bed, âjust donât be by the window. I have something thatâs coming soon,â you lied, he definitely knew that.
Sometimes, you had to lie your way out of things, even if it gave you the worst sting imaginable.
âDefinitely,â he nodded slowly, acting as if that lie wasnât blatantly obvious to him. He knew you werenât fine.
He furrowed his eyebrows, licking the front of his teeth while his mouth was closed. His green eyes stared into your eyes, trying to analyze you. Trying to study each move, each thought you had in that deprived mind of yours. The peach vapor helped him with his investigation, his way of getting in your space in a way that didnât etch at your boundaries. Someone like Bakugo would do the opposite though.
Then, he dropped the bomb. The little detective that he was.
âAre you okay? Youâre got something going on, donât you?â He asked, tilting his head, âyou can be honest with me. Youâre depressed. You have some kind of chip on your shoulder that canât go away.â
Youâre depressed. Damn.
Your hands started to get clammy, you wiped that sweat on your pajama pants. You werenât even wearing a bra nor panties, just an oversized Nine Inch Nails shirt and those grey sweatpants that were in the bottom of your dresser.
âNo Iâm not,â you rested an elbow on the door, locking it with your other hand. You wanted no one else seeing you like this. Anyone but Izuku would be best anyway, but look where you are now. The Izuku Midoriya was starting to interrogate you like you were a criminal. âAnd so what if I am?â
âI knew it!â He took it as something like a jeopardy win, then scrambling to regain his composure. He stood up so he could face you, âI knew there was something up! Youâve been acting off for months, months! And you didnât say a word about it!â
It was no oneâs business but yourself.
âAll those times you didnât go to training? Yeah I saw that. All those times youâve been skipping breakfast or other meals to go to bed? I noticed that too. Donât even try to say that youâre not hurting. Everyone else was thinking it too! Youâre not okay.â
âBut Iâm fine, I swear-â you tried to interject.
âAnd yeah, Kacchan even thought there was something wrong! He doesnât do that normally, and I have known him for years. I couldâve helped you! I couldâve-â
You slapped him square in the face. Words didnât come out, you let the actions do all the work for you.Â
The rebound got to him, as his hand went right to his left cheek. You had regret written all over your face, but it felt like it was needed. That sure would have knocked some kind of sense into that man. It felt good for the first few moments, then he had that look in his eyes. Widened green eyes, full of fear and remorse. He felt bad. How come? No one should feel bad for you.
So you kissed him on the lips.
He kissed back.
Even during this quarrel turned kissing session, you had to keep track of time. You had thirty minutes left until you had to kill yourself.
It felt hungry, wanting something more. There was greed all over him. He was starved from affection, you could tell, and you were too. Two hungry people making it possible. Thank the heavens for putting them in such a space that was your room.
He closed his eyes, and so did you. The ravenous kissing died down, and turned into something more sensual. His hands traveled down your waist, gripping and placing you so you could be closer to him. Just as he intended. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at his green hair. He let out a groan in response to your tugging.
You used to be scared of this kind of confrontation, but it dissolved into normality. You hummed into the kiss, making him feel safe in your arms, and vice versa.
The room felt warmer, like Todoroki just burned the place into flames, you knew he wouldnât do that. Maybe it was your heart, maybe it was the body heat. It felt good nonetheless.
He pulled back for what seemed like hours of kissing, and put his hands on your shoulders. His breath was shaky, he wanted to say so many things to you. He wanted to say that he had liked you ever since you came into the school, ever since he saw your quirk in action, ever since he had laid eyes on you, but he didnât. He only said three words to you, yet it made it feel like you were a child again.
âI got you.â
Wow. That hit like a truck.
At this dark hour, you used to sulk and wish that death had reached you with his decayed and bony hands. Now, you were in a pretty boyâs arms. Dreams can surely come true.Â
He pressed his lips back onto yours, hoisting you up so he could carry you. Your legs naturally wrapped around his waist. He gently placed you on the edge of the bed, his hands on your knees as he knelt down so he could be below you.
Izuku looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip slightly pouting at you. He knows you have wanted this for some time. He had that intuition that you needed him like a human needed air to breathe. Couldnât you see? You two were meant for each other.
Till death did you part.
âYou want me to do this?â He smiled softly, trailing his fingers so he could feel at the band of your sweatpants
âYes.â
Then he went to town. He carefully pulled them down to your ankles, letting him take a good look at your glossy pussy.
He noticed the scars on your thighs. Faded or not, he didnât acknowledge them to you at this moment.
âAlready wet? And no panties? Did you do some stuff to yourself?â
âMaybe.â
He chuckled, spreading your legs open slowly. He had such a way of touching you, feeling like it was blessed upon you two to have this sort of interaction between one another. He got closer to your hole, his head centimeters away from the entrance. His hands gripped at your inner thighs so you couldnât move an inch. Then, he went for the kill, he licked a long stripe along your folds.
You immediately moaned. It felt like heaven for someone like Izuku Midoriya to start to eat you out like this. How come he didnât do this sooner? Maybe he was just scared of the confrontation, maybe he needed some kind of motivation. A lingering thought said that he wanted to get something out of you. You brushed that thought away.
Since you edged yourself, you were already close to your climax. He started to go faster, inserting one finger inside of your hole. His mouth moved so he could suck on your clit. Even more stimulation for your pretty body.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying not to make a sound as he went deeper inside of you. It felt so nice for someone to care about you so much, someone like you needed that in your life.Â
He didnât even try to say a word while he was eating you out, he was too focused on that pretty hole of yours. He didnât care if someone walked in, he didnât care if you made a louder sound, he only cared about you.
His attention to detail while having his way with you made you grip the sheets even tighter. Your knuckles ran white, and your head turned back. You wanted to say you were close, but your mouth opened with nothing to come out.
Nothing would want to come out anyway. You were desperate to feel normal again. Back when everything was fine.
He finished eating you out right before you came. A long, dragged out whine escaped your lips, longing for something more than just this short term intimacy. Even if he did care for you, it felt artificial, like it was just for show rather than genuine.
âI know you wanted to finish, honey,â Izuku slowly stood up, guiding your hands on the waistband of his sweatpants. You leaned forward to get a better look at them. He let you grip his pants, as his hands slowly pulled down to reveal his hard-on covered by his boxers. He grabbed at his clothed dick, stroking it up and down just to tease you. âBut I gotta make you feel good in this way. Iâll be quick.â
Heâll be quick. Good, since you need to have yourself dead soon. Soon meaning twenty minutes.
At least this didnât feel like routine. Maybe a change of plans was all you needed.
He didnât want to be frantic with his movements, this was you for all he cared. You were someone he was infatuated with for some time, so he needed to be strategic.
Then, he pulled down his boxers, revealing that hard on that used to be concealed. It was above average, but extremely thick. Your hands probably wouldnât fit around them, maybe the tips of your thumb and middle finger, but that was a stretchâŠliterally.
âHoly shit, do you think thatâs gonna fit? Do you have a condom? If not thatâs fine I guess, Iâm on the pill,â you murmured to yourself, your volume audible enough for him to hear.
âIâve got you for this, no need to worry. Iâll take care of you,â as he finished his words, he bent down and carefully pushed you on the bed so your back made contact with the sheets. He spread your legs apart one by one, and lifted your back so he could put a pillow on your back. Just so you could have some more pleasure.Â
He knelt down on the bed, pushing you further back so you both could be on the bed, and he aimed his cock right at your entrance. You were surprised to say the least that he knew what to do. Was it porn? Voyeurism? Who knew at this point, you were too desperate for him to care about that.
Izuku, the man that he was, inserted it inside of you. You let out a low moan, knowing how good it felt. You werenât a virgin, but it felt way better than any other fucking that you had in the past. This was the first time in a long time where dick felt good to you. All those other times, it didnât feel as nice.
It stretched your pussy out for sure, but safely of course. He went in slowly. He cared about your well being, and everything else about you. He just had that in him. That spark, where everyone could cry on his shoulder. This time, it was where you could have a dick inside of you. That dick being Izuku Midoriyaâs.
âHoly fuck,â you breathed out as he started to slowly thrust in and out of you. His hands were steady on your waist, even if it was covered by your oversized shirt. He didnât care, he knew you were pretty behind all of those clothes. Behind all of that sadness, he knew there was light inside of you, even if he had to fuck it out.
He wanted you to feel the best right now, as he leaned forward. Skin to skinâŠish. He pressed small kisses on your neck and collarbone, trying to make you feel good. He basically started to make out with your skin, licking and kissing at it passionately. Small hums and moans escaped his lips while he was fucking you. His hips slow and steady.
He liked you a lot. He remembered almost everything about you. From your birthday to the day you stopped eating in public in the common room. He noticed the details. He saw how little portions you had on your plate, the long sleeves or pants during hot weather. He could tell that something was wrong with you, but couldnât pinpoint it until now.
It probably wasnât a like situation anymore, it was more of a love situation to him. He really did love you for who you are. From when you laughed until you cried to the day you finally won Mario Kart with his friends.
His head moved up to whisper in your ear, saying sweet nothings to make you feel like you were wanted in life. He knew how bad you felt about yourself, he could just tell. This was his way of showing how much he liked you. Words and actions.
âSo pretty, I needed you so bad,â his hips snapped forward so he could go deeper inside your pussy. He let out a grunt in your ear, letting you hear all of his noises. Just how he wanted you to feel good, you wanted the same for him. He did this to you for fuckâs sake! This was his decision, and you wanted it too.
It was mostly moans, groans, and plapping sounds in your room. Anyone that walked by at this late hour would hear how intimate the two of youâs predicament was. Both of you didnât mind that your other classmates could hear, you two needed this like you needed water to live.
He was just like you in the bedroom, you liked that high you got when you were close to cumming. However, at the last second you always stopped. You didnât need to cum to make yourself happy, but Izuku Midoriya was in control, and he wanted you to cum for him.
âYou close?â He asked, thrusting faster inside you.
âI think, soâŠholy shit itâs so nice,â you leaned your head back, your back was already arched due to the pillow under it. Whenever his dick kissed at your g-spot, it hit even better than before. Thank God he knew that trick. Who knew how much of a freak he could be in bed? Maybe the kindest people had the best experience in the sheets.
You clenched your teeth, trying to not make noise and wake others up. Izuku had something else planned. He grabbed you by the waist and let you sit on his lap. He was using you as his personal fuck toy. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you settled on his thighs.
He knew you didnât want to take your shirt off, so he let you keep it on. Whatever made you feel the most comfortable. His chin nestled on the crook of your neck, planting kisses again while he let you bounce up and down on him.
He let you be whoever you wanted to be in front of him. Whether that be a crying or moaning mess, he wanted you to be true to yourself.
You were close, and he knew it. He could tell from how lazy your movements started to be, the bouncing becoming slower. He had to thrust up and down in order for you to feel his dick touch that cervix of yours. You pressed your lips into a thin line, your breath starting to shorten. You needed to cum so badly.
âFuck, lemme cum please? Please, Izuku?â You begged, riding him.
âOf course, honey, you can cum whenever you want to. IâmâŠIâm close too,â his thrusts started to slow down and become more snappy. Up and down, up and down. In and out, in and out.
And you came. A loud groan escaped your lips as your orgasm came out. While you were cumming, he started to moan too, louder and louder. Those whines that he had made you feel so good about yourself. You liked it when men moaned and whimpered like that, like a lost puppy.
Then he did too, all inside of you. It was an accident when he came inside of you, but it felt needed to be sure.
While you two finished, you realized what you were trying to do in the first place. You were trying to kill yourself; five minutes left on the clock. You took out his dick from inside of your pussy, letting the cum leak out of it. Putting on your sweatpants, you got out of bed to open the window.
It all felt rushed to you. Every single glance he made, every single moan, it all got out of your head as the last moments of your life began to play. Smiles, laughter, crying, it all came back.Â
âWait, what are you doing? Y/N?â He turned his head to face your hands that were opening it, âhey! What the fuck are you doing!â He got up to try and save you from your madness, but he heard something come out of you.
âJust doing what I needed to do,â as you pushed it open, you saw how high the distance was to you. Five floors, five stories, five. You were fifth in the midterms, Heresy by Nine Inch Nails was your fifth favorite song of all time. Maybe five was a lucky number for you.
You leaned forward, a little too forward, and started to lose your grip on the railing. You were falling, and no one was there to help you outâŠyet.
There was someone right by you. Izuku Midoriya. He leapt out of the window to save you from your madness.Â
There were two thuds, five seconds apart. You were first, he was second. You two were five feet apart, you were closer to the walls of the Heights Alliance dorms, while he was further away from you.
He was the one who was conscious for five seconds, your world immediately went black when your body hit the ground.
kirishima who bends you over his legs and flips your skirt up and lands spank after spank on your cute ass until he sees your panties soaked. then starts to rub at your clit and puffy pussy through your panties til youâre squirming in his hold, spanking you again to get you to sit still. whispering the most taunting words to you as he brings you riiight to the edge just to pull back and start spanking you again. then heâll bring you right back to the edge, listening to you plead and lets you finally tip over and cum but pulls his hand away and watches you whine and soak your panties.
and then he feels bad so he kisses your ass, rubbing soothing circles into the heated flesh before he kisses down your center and eats you out so sweet and soft through your panties and when you cum again he lifts up and coos again. âi donât like punishing my sweet girl but you canât be all over my friends like that baby.â moats soft kisses to my ass. âbut kiri i wasnât.â you sniffle, still squirming in his arms. âno? you were hanging off of bakugo?â you gasp when he lands a soft spank. âi.. mmm..â you cover your face. âi know baby, i know. letâs call him over and clear this up, yeah?â and he starts rubbing you over your panties again while he presses his phone to his ear.
when katsuki picks up he hears you whining and the telling shlick shlick shlick as kiri bounces you on his cock. âhey man.â kiri groans. âmy girl- ngh! my girl was naughty tonight.â
katsuki rolls his eyes. âseems like youâre taking care of it just fine.â he lounges back on his couch.
âi didnât- mmm!!!â you squeal followed by a spank.
âyou did.â kiri coos. âiâm asking kats right now.â
âgeez shitty hair.. what do you need me on the phone for? donât know how to fuck your girl?â
ââm asking if you wanna come over and help.â kiri pants.
your mind goes fuzzy after that as they keep talking and kiri keeps hammering up into you. youâre buried in his neck, clinging onto him like your life depends on it that you donât even realize the phone call ended. minutes drip by as kiri pulls orgasms from you and youâre only brought back to the present when a hand tangles in your hair and lifts your head.
âkats?â you blink up with tear stained cheeks.
TL;DR: During a hot, steamy night that was just about to get steamier, Kirishima gets the realization that he shouldn't do this with you anymore. With anyone for that matter. He leaves you in the dust, waiting for him to call back. Text back. Do anything. Until you meet someone to fill that hole. Will they help you out or keep you from what you want in the first place?
a/n: if the writing is shit, it's all me not ai. fuck ai
contains: SMUT(mdni), cunnilingus(fem receiving and giving), two women kissing, lesbianisms, bi!reader, fem anatomy, weed, my music taste
Men suck. They were more like boys anyway. Immature, loudmouth, boys.
Three weeks ago, the unthinkable happened. Someone you thought would be the love of your life, the light in the depths of the dark, left you in the dust. The eyes Kirishima looked at yours with, it was full of remorse. Full of sorrow, he wanted to leave you for some time, you could tell. The eyes never lie. It was really over for the two of you. The end of pining, yearning for something more from you, but he never budged. He welcomed you with open arms, but through a platonic and sexual lens. Never romantic.
You were so lucky to be in the âinferiorâ class rather than his. 3-B never felt so comfortable in your life. The familiar faces you had seen for almost three years, the eyes that never lied, the smiles that faded rarely. They were your rock, and that reminded you of him again. His quirk.
From pebble to boulder, his face appeared on each and every single one. When you two passed through hallways, it felt like you were looking at a stranger, not someone that liked you for you for a year and six months. One and a half years, gone in an instant. Why? How? They were meant to be, but apparently his hero work was more important than lifting up her spirits.
You changed a little bit, you had your hair styled more often so people could compliment you more. You started putting on more makeup other than some type of lashes(whether that be mascara or lash clusters) and lip gloss, this meant blush and concealer were added. Every single addition that you added to yourself tried to cover the pain you were feeling. It would never work.
The damage was already done, even rocks broke your heart into smithereens.
You skipped breakfast more often, trying to mask it as eating healthier rather than sadness. You got more into weed through your friends, one specific friend especially.
You were in Itsuka Kendoâs room, the class representative of 3-B. The two of you were peas in a pod. You two ate lunch together, laughed together, sometimes slept in each otherâs beds! That third mention was just to comfort you from your sadness.
âI donât know why he had to do that to me! He used to be so kind! So hotâŠâ you grumbled, face in Kendoâs pillow. You rolled onto your side, sitting up and looking at her on the opposite side of the bed. The ginger took a hit of her weed penâŠor Penny and the Jets as she called it. She loved Elton John.
Kendo was your safe space. The way she was so kind to everyone in your class, even Monoma, was an amazing personality trait of hers. You two have been friends for years, maybe a bit of intimacy couldnât help either.
Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles played through the TV speakers, Kendo was lucky enough to have one. The album cover intertwined with the warm lighting of the salt lamp. Her room was surely lived in, making it comfortable to anyone that comes in with open arms. Itsuka was someone anyone could count on, no wonder why everyone in the class loved her and her sweet nature. She was such a good listener too, she knew everything about you and your demeanor.
She was the sweet treat after a long, hardworking day.
She was your sweet treat.
âHold on, I gotta charge Penny,â she reached for the charger next to her bed, plugging in her pen. After plugging it in, she stared right at you with those hazy, soft-focused eyes, resting her chin on her hand, elbow on the bed. âTell me how he used to talk to you.â
Used to talk, that was a difficult thing to reply for. How did he talk to her?
The redhead was surely smooth with his words, talking like honey straight from the beehive. Anything he said put you in a trance back when you were in love with him. Strings played when he said there was no one else but you. Kirishima was such a person, such a someone that anyone could lean a head on. He was like Kendo. Same starting letter for their last names, kind, encouraging, someone that anyone could talk to. That same safe space that was right in front of her.
The faces looked blurry to you, the meshed into one.Â
âHe was, nice, for sure. Kind mostly,â you leaned back against the wall, hitting the pen that Kendo gave you. Just because. âKiri- I mean he had such a way with words. If I was a snake, he would definitely be the charmer. The sex was amazing too! Oh my godâŠâ
You kept going on for four minutes and fifteen seconds. Four minutes and fifteen seconds of talking about him. Those expectations of yours were below six feet like the second Queen of England. God save her and bless your heart.Â
You were never over him, you never would be. You would never be secure without him. Never
âI think Iâve heard enough,â Kendo chuckled, crossing her legs. She looked at you with such grace and maturity. Like you were someone who deserved to be loved publicly. She was looking at you just like how she looked at you before. Except, the weed was getting to her head, her laughter rang through the dorm room like the Liberty Bell across the world from you.
Loud and clear. That was how she wanted you to be too.
Her laughter was perfect, her hair was perfect, her turquoise eyes were perfect. She would be the perfect hero, people would definitely love her. Who wouldnât?
You would be alright. For now. Boy were you in for it.
Blush crept onto your cheeks, flushing your face the tiniest bit. You pulled out your phone, typing something out. âHow to know if you like a girl NO AI!â
AI overview immediately came up as the first response. You groaned, turning off your phone and throwing it on the pillow. You sulked, you did not want AI to help you, it was the least bit helpful in your mind. AI meant insincere to you, like someone who didnât have the same experience as you kept on giving you advice that you have heard for eons on end. You just needed help from someone.
âYou need to laugh more,â she cackled, unplugging her half-charged Penny. Kendo took another hit of it, looking at you again with those half-lidded eyes of hers. Who knew turquoise could look so good with orange?
Maybe it would look better if there were two girls kissing.
âMaybe I should, give me a joke to laugh at,â you chided, finger covering your mouth.
âOkay okay, lemme cookâŠâ she thought of some stupid jokes to lift your spirits up, âhow do you make an artichoke?â
â...how?â
âYou strangle it, silly!â Kendo pushed at your shoulder playfully, but you caught it as a sign to get flustered over it. Your eyes traveled to her hand that pushed your shoulder, then your gaze moved to hers. She was staring at you. You started to giggle, then laugh. The weed got to your head and hit you like a truck. It messed with you like a botched lobotomy.
The two of you stopped laughing after a while, staring into each otherâs eyes. Kendo looked at you with an exchanged expression that said âare you sure?â You nodded profusely. She leaned in, and you did too. Her lips pressed into yours. She was soft, smelled like citrus and vanilla. You loved how she smelled. She loved how you smelled too, like mint chocolate ice cream.
The kiss became deeper, more urgent as upbeat music played in her dorm room. It was Innerbloom by RĂŒfĂŒs Du Sol. Her hands wrapped around your neck, your hands on her chest. Your fingers squeezed and tugged at her breasts, a subtle but noticeable moan escaped her lips. The ginger wanted you to take the lead this time. She knew how much you wanted it. After months of being controlled, you could let loose.
Two broke away from the kiss a minute later, toying with the waistband of her shorts. You wiped your mouth with your other hand. âDid you want this?â You tilted your head down, staring down at her crotch. She nodded.
âYou can talk to me, Iâm right here.â
âYesâŠplease.â
You shrugged, tugging her shorts down, revealing some soaked panties. You guessed the weed made her wet. You giggled to yourself, and she furrowed her eyebrows, flicking your forehead with her fingers. âHey! Let a girl beâŠâ
âIâll try, I'll try. Let me make you feel good,â you took off her panties, revealing her pretty pussy. She had an orange bush too, kept clean as well. You liked that about girls. You laid down on your stomach, opening her legs apart so you could see it with a better view. It was everything you ever wanted. Something to yourself. Someone to love you publicly and proudly.
Your mouth licked a long stripe along the inside, your index and middle finger spreading her pussy lips apart. It felt so nice to finally eat pussy after years of being on a dick. It was a nice change to you, the changes that led to something better. The light under the tunnel.
Her soft whines and groans led you to suck on her clit too, your ring and middle finger inserted inside of her hole. You liked how in control you were, it felt like the rainbow after the storm. Finally, something to look forward to.
Her hold clenched around your fingers that were pumping deep inside of her. You pulled your face away from her clit, looking straight towards her. Her eyebrows raised as she turned her head back in pleasure, moaning.
âShit Y/N, how did you learn this?â
âPorn,â you giggled, fingering her even faster. Her breath became shaky, stuttering her words while trying to get something out of her mouth. Kendo looked so pretty like this. Well, she looked pretty while doing anything to you. Women just had that aura to you. It was a trance, enchanting.
Thank god you liked girls and guys. A blessing, never a curse. The more the merrier.
When she revealed that she was closer than she thought, your mouth went back to her pussy, replacing your fingers with your tongue. Your hands grabbed at her thighs, exploring what could never be explored by a man. It was heaven beyond belief, no one could do it like you. You had that power that couldnât be explained.
It wasnât a quirk, it wasnât fate, it was just you. You had that in you.
Then, a loud moan ripped through her mouth. She finally came. After some moments to decompress, you licked whatever juices were left over, wanting to be the best woman you can to your best friend. You two were inseparable after all.
When she put her shorts back on, Kendo crossed her legs, covering her flustered face. She wanted to say something, but couldnât get the words out just yet. You were patient with her, and vice versa. They were close enough to exchange conversations even during a deafening silence.Â
After she finally calmed down, she asked a question that would change your whole perspective on her.
âI have an idea to take your mind off of things,â she requested.
âWhatâs up?â
âDo you wanna be girlfriend girlfriend?â
âYes.â
After you accepted her invitation, she embraced you into open arms, closing them into a nice, loving hug. This was a way to get back at him. To finally feel happy again. Whether it be the same gender as you, it would be amazing nonetheless.
