✧Summary✧ Hanta’s never really had a passion for film…but tonight is an exception.
✦Tags✦ All characters are over 18!!!, Established Relationship, Fem!reader, Hanta Sero Smut, Reader x Hanta Sero, mha smut, Mha x reader smut, very fluffy, Hanta Sero is a goof, playful banter, pet name (baby), filming sex, blow job.
✧Notes✧ DO NOT FEED MY WORK TO AI// THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A HUMAN. I might re-use the filming trope but make it raunchier, idk. I was in the mood for something kinda soft and this is what happened. This is not beta read.
✦WC:✦ 1061~
You and Hanta weren’t the kinkiest couple out there, from time to time you two experimented but nothing crazy.
You two were sitting in bed, Hanta absentmindedly ran his hands up your body. You were tucked comfortably between his legs, back against his chest. You two were watching some movie and chatting softly.
The main couple in the show began making out, the movie makeout session. It’s overdramatized and loud, but both of you had seen it 100 times. The couple advances to a plush bed where the guy pauses, ruffling through his suitcase until he grabs a camera. Hanta shifts slightly against your back, his movements stiffening. You glance up, his eyes are locked on to the screen. The camera.
“Oh they’re gonna film it,” You comment idly just to see how your boyfriend shifts.
“Mhm…” Hanta hums quietly.
“You have a camera like that,” You murmur, trailing a hand up his slim yet athletic arm.
“I do,” He replies, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Maybe it should get more use,” He muses.
He shifts and you grin to yourself, he’s half hard over the thought of filming something with you. You crane your neck to kiss him and he reciprocates quickly.
Within seconds, you’re pinned to the bed, the movie fading into background noise.
“I want to record you,” He pants against your lips. You chuckle. You had a feeling. You hum, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair that fans the nape of his neck.
“Go grab camera baby,” You murmur. He practically leaps off the bed, making you giggle. Hanta returns shortly, his long fingers clutching a camera.
“Do you want…ambience,” He chuckles, dimming the lights. You smile up at him. Your tucson styled apartment glows a soft orange from a standing lamp. He shuts off the movie that was playing.
“What an artist, such cinematic lighting,” You chuckle. He places the camera on the dressing, facing your bed. He leans down again, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.
His arms engulf you again, his tongue slipping past your soft lips. Your back arches slightly. One of his hands goes to the small of your back, slipping under your top. He unclasps your bra, and with some maneuvering, takes it out from your shirt. That hand travels to your hip, hoisting your leg up so your ankle hits the small of his back.
Hanta’s lips travel, leaving you to gulp down some air. His drags his tongue across your clothed, pebbled nipples. You wine slightly. The slightly damp and thick fabric dragging across your sensitive peaks caused electrifying pleasure.
Your leg that isn’t in his touch falls to the side, letting his aching bulge press against your sleep shorts. A damp spot beginning to form on the seam of his thin pants.
“Holy fuck Hanta,” You gasp as his he ruts his hips into yours. He groans softly against your chest, his tongue and lips still working diligently against your sensitive nipples.
He reels back, slipping off his shirt. You sit up and also pull off your top. He’s propped up on his knees, fumbling with his necklace. You lean forward, ass up, feet touching the bed board. Your lips press against the very pronounced tent in his pants. He’s not wearing boxers and you can almost taste his pre through the fabric. Your wet tongue presses flat against his barely clothed cock.
Hanta’s words die on his tongue, replaced with a whiny moan. You glance at the camera, it’s perfectly facing you. His pants get wetter, damp from a mixture of your spit and his pre cum. You’re giving him the same treatment he gave your nipples, dragging the wet fabric across his head.
“S’ good, fuck,” He moans, his thighs tremble from keeping his body balanced on his ankles but he doesn’t dare move. He grabs at your hair, gasps as you suck on his clothed cock.
“Please,” He gasps as your tongue drips spit onto the wetness of his pants. You look up at him and he clenches the sheets in his fists to not come then and there.
“Please what?” You ask teasingly. Your eyes remain on him as you lick a stripe up the fabric.
“You know what,” He whispers back, his voice strained.
“Speak up so the camera can capture it,” You tease, your hand presses against the bulge. Your thumb rubbing against his head. He lets out a string of curses.
“Please,” Hanta reiterates, louder and more desperate. You push down his pants, just below his cock. He’s rock hard, pre cum dripping down the underside of the thick member.
Your eyes stay on him as your lips lower around his head. Your mouth is slick and hot, his mouth falls open, hitched gasps leaking out of him. Your hands grips his base, giving attention to the parts of him you can’t fit between your lips.
Your hand and mouth work together to milk him of loud enough noises the neighbors can probably hear. His thighs tremble, practically causing his dick to tremor in your mouth. His pre cum slips down your throat, making you yourself bite back a moan.
You hollow your cheeks, practically stealing the breath from your boyfriend’s lungs. He holds the sides of your face, swiping away the occasional stray tear that falls down.
Hanta rocks his hips into your lips and hands, you double down. You take more of him. Your tongue laps at the underside of his cock. You look up at him, even through watery eyes, he looks so good. His face is flushed, jet black hair a mess against his forehead. His brow is furrowed, lips wet and slightly parted. You could come handsfree, just the sight alone is making you wetter than you already are.
“m’ gonna cum,” He manages out, his whole body trembling now. You don’t change pace, you continue to suck and lick at his cock. His abdomen goes tight as he comes down your throat. Tears drip down your face from the intensity, you don’t care. You don’t pull off until he grabs your chin, forcing you off. He can finally relax instead of balancing on his ankles.
“Way to go movie star,” You whisper, smirking at him. He chuckles slightly.
♤Summary♤ Touya’s starved, and for once, it’s not just for sex.
♠︎Tags♠︎ Consensual but like not consensual biting, touya Smut, MHA smut, fem! Reader, Fem Redaer x Dabi, vampiric touya, blood sucking, blood thirst, MHA AU — No quirks, Vampire AU, porn with a sprinkle of plot, most likely blood loss inaccuracies, nipple play, penetrative smut, dabi is called touya,
♤Notes♤ DO NOT FEED MY WORK TO AI// THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A HUMAN. I do not know how to write BDSM, like, at all. I think this qualifies but idk. I write for me and the thought of someone enjoying my work. It’s also 3:00 am. I tried to keep the vampire lore as accurate as possible. (Except for silver, it doesn’t hurt him) I hope you enjoy xx (not betta read)
♠︎WC:♠︎ 1164~
You and your boyfriend, if you can even call him that, had a strange relationship. You met Touya at a club one night and everything got hot fast.
It started with small hookups in the back of a car or, if he was feeling fancy, a motel. Throughout every act of intimacy, you noticed something, his face was always in your neck. He’d drag his tongue up your neck, murmuring about smell and taste.
Vampires existed in Japan, sure they were pretty much all incarcerated. With every passing day Touya stopped seeming regular. After every hookup, you’d have to talk yourself out of suspecting. He already wasn’t regular, dyed jet black hair, blue eyes that seemed to glow, pale skin with burn marks that decorated his pasty complexion. Silver piercings lined his face and body.
After two months of hookups, you got a call.
“Hey Touya,” You start. You’re in your apartment which you haven’t left in days. You’re in a super worn shirt and just underwear because the Japanese heat won’t allow pants. Truth is, you’re not exactly attractive right now, let alone up for a hookup with the incredibly intoxicating guy from the bar.
“I need to come over,” Touya murmurs, his voice is thick with lust. His tone is drenched in exhaustion and he sounds like he’s going to snap. Everything about him right now was stirring something in you.
“You don’t even know where I live,” You reply.
“Then fucking tell me,” Touya says. His jaw sounds clenched, you can almost hear his teeth grinding from over the phone.
Was he on an aphrodisiac or something he was so desperate. Which only turned you on more. You type out your address, sending it to him. He hangs up.
You stand, cleaning up a little bit. You wash up, attempting to look presentable even though you know inevitably he’s going to wreck you. After almost 15 minutes, there’s a soft wrapping at the door.
“It’s open, come in,” You shout from the living room. He doesn’t enter. You tsk, standing and opening it. “Touya come in—“
The moment you finish speaking, you’re in Touya’s arms. He kicks the door behind him shut and presses his face into your neck. His hands grope his ass and his hips grind against yours. You gasp softly.
“Holy fuck, hi,” You gasp, he’s wasting absolutely no time. His lips are sucking on your neck. Then you feel it. It’s sharp. You own a cat, you’ve been bit before, but not like this. Your knees go weak, pain and pleasure mixing together to make you moan. His tongue presses against your neck, not risking missing a drop.
“I needed to,” He groans against your neck. You’re shaking. You were right, you were fucking right.
“You’re a vampire,” You ask rhetorically. He lets out a noise. You grab his chin, looking into his eyes. His eyes are blown, face flush, and blood dribbling from his mouth.
“You taste so good,” Touya murmurs, swirling his tongue around the finger pressing against his chin. “Please let me…”
“How much do you need,” You ask softly. You’re practically holding up his body.
“Just let me feed, I’ll make it worthwhile,” He says, gathering himself slightly. You don’t get the chance to respond before his lips are back on your neck.
Touya wedges his knee between your legs, letting you grind softly on the denim of his pants as he sucks on your neck. You feel his teeth sink in again. A high pitched whimper exhales from you. Your legs threaten to give but he holds you steady against the wall and on his knee.
He groans against your neck, his hand gripping your hip so hard it might bruise. You rock against his knee, your clit begging for the friction. Your underwear is hardly a barrier at this point, you’re soaking them to the point they might as well be see through
“That’s it baby,” He husks out, his lips still practically nursing on your neck.
“You came to your senses…pretty fast,” You breathe out. He smirks against the puncture in your neck. He laps at it until the wound stops bleeding.
Touya’s hands slip under your thighs, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. You wine, the buckle of his belt presses against your ass so sweetly. You feel a little faint but honestly it’s euphoric.
Your back hits the couch. He climbs on top of you, kissing your lips. The kiss deepens with ease, quickly turning desperate and sloppy. You can taste your blood on his tongue as your mouths merge.
Your hand that isn’t gripping his hair slides down, going to his belt buckle. Touya laughs into the kiss, grabbing his belt and undoing it. You yank at his waistband and he pulls his jeans down, exposing his boxers. He removes them too. His large, pierced, cock is rock hard and pressing against your thigh. A dribble of pre cum runs down the underneath of his cock.
You fumble with your underwear, shimming it down past your thighs. He pulls up your shirt, just enough to expose your breasts. You feel a calloused finger rub against your clit, electing a sharp groan from you.
Touya drags his tongue up your cleavage, making you shiver. His mouth moves, kissing over your chest.
“Touya…” You gasp out. He looks at your eyes that are glossed over from lust.
“Oh, you want my cock, hm baby?” He asks, smirking down at your trembling form. He presses his pierced head against the tight ring of your entrance. You moan at the burn, grinding your legs to seek the friction.
His lips continue their journey across your chest, his mouth opens slightly. A fang drags against your pebbled nipple, a shiver spider webs across your whole body. A sharp gasp tears from your throat. He didn’t break any skin but that drag. The scrape of his canine was addictive.
His dick plunges deeper, the slow movement locking your back in an arch. You couldn’t tell if you were a second away from passing out or the best orgasm of your life.
“Fuck,” Touya hisses out against your chest as he bottoms out. You pant loudly, moans slipping past your lips with ease. He sets a brutal pace, the silver on his head scraping against your sensitive walls.
Touya continues worshipping your chest as he thrusts. Your hands grip his hair, moans spilling from your lips. The couch groans under the weight but it’s drowned out by the noises you two are making. Pleasure coils tight in your stomach as your thighs tremble.
“‘m Touya,” You gasp out. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, tremors wracked your body. He holds your waist as you come down from your high. Judging by the way he’s panting, his orgasm hit just as hard. He nuzzles his face in your neck, pulling out slowly.
You wrap your arms around him, not daring to move.
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
It’s three in the morning, and you’re hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesn’t snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
“Babe,” you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. “Kats,” you try again, shoving at him a little harder. “It’s hot—get off.”
“No,” he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. “We’re cuddling.”
“But it’s too hot,” you say exasperatedly.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. “Your body heat is cooking me alive—I’m gonna die.”
His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. “Stop being dramatic.”
“You weigh so much.”
“That’s fuckin’ rude. And I’m not even on you.”
“You are literally on top of half my body!”
He makes a low, irritated sound at your unwillingness to quietly let him have his way. (Heaven forbid, you think, that you choose not to spend your last moments under his crushing weight.) Stubbornly, his leg hooks more firmly over yours when you try to wiggle away, and his arm tightens around your middle.
“Stop moving,” he mutters.
“Move over.”
“No.”
“C’mon,” you whine, huffing tiredly. “Just move over a little.”
“There’s no space.”
You pause at his words in disbelief. Slowly, you lift your head from the pillow, squinting through the dark room. The curtains are cracked just enough to let a thin line of streetlight spill across the bed, pale and silver over the rumpled sheets. The other half of his bed is empty and untouched, just as you suspected.
Of course it is, when he’s abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours.
You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, “You liar.”
He doesn’t even have the decency to look at you as you catch him in his lie. His eyes are still closed, his face still buried in your neck, and his breathing slow and warm against your skin. “Fuck off,” he mumbles. “We’re cuddling.”
“I can’t sleep like this! You’re completely on my side of the bed—”
“It’s our bed,” he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.
“It won’t be for long,” you snap. “I’m going to leave.”
He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, “Still here, huh? Knew it.”
“Where else am I meant to be?” you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. “I’m being held hostage here literally against my will!”
He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because he’s clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesn’t he have an early patrol in the morning?), even despite sweating through the sheets with you (and just how is he surviving this heat so unbothered?), even despite being shoved at and scolded (when will he grow a sense of shame?), Katsuki is still having a good time simply because he’s annoying you.
Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.
“Katsuki,” you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. “Please. It’s so hot, and your quirk doesn’t help. Just get off—you’re so stubborn.”
His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at you—hair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that it’s always tugged into permanently.
Then he clicks his tongue, offended. “Fine.”
The word is sharp and dramatic, and before you can even feel relieved, he releases you all at once and rolls over onto his back with a huff, taking all of his furnace-like body heat with him. The sudden absence should be a blessing. It is a blessing. You are relieved and can breathe again as cool air slides over your damp skin, and you can finally move freely without his arm compressing your ribs.
But Katsuki, of course, is not done being insufferable.
“So fuckin’ unbelievably rude,” he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. “Always clingy during the day, crawlin’ all over me. Sitting in my lap ‘n stealin’ my food. But when it actually fuckin’ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly it’s a problem.”
You narrow your eyes as you pout, “I am not clingy—and you’re the rude one! It doesn’t make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and die—”
“And if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then you’d send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckin’ double standards.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s impossible.”
“I’m right here, too,” he grumbles flatly, turning to you, mildly offended.
You roll onto your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. His arms are crossed over his chest now, biceps flexed, jaw set tight as though you’ve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think it’s ironic of him to act that way—especially when he’s spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)
You narrow your eyes. “Fine,” you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. “You wanna cuddle?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’re you doing?”
“Exactly what you want,” you say sweetly, already moving. “You wanted to cuddle. So we’re gonna cuddle.”
“You—”
You roll on top of him before he can finish. All of your weight lands squarely against his chest as you sprawl over him, dramatically making a point to make your limbs seem boneless. One leg hooks over his thigh. One arm flops across his face. Your cheek smushes against his shoulder, and you make sure to go as limp as inconveniently possible.
Katsuki grumbles instantly, “Get off.”
“No,” you mumble into his skin. “We’re cuddling.”
His chest rumbles beneath you. “This shit isn’t how you fuckin’ cuddle, you damn idiot.”
You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. It’s an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.
Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). “Knock it off, moron!”
You snore louder, fighting back a giggle. His hand comes up to shove at your shoulder, but there is no real strength behind it. Not enough to move you, even though he easily could. Not enough to mean it, because he clearly doesn’t. His palm just rests there after a second, warm and broad against you, while he turns his face away like that might hide the way his mouth is starting to twitch.
You see it anyway—the small shake of his chest as the laugh he is trying very, very hard not to give you escapes against his will. You grin at the sight and snore again, right into his ear.
“Brat,” he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.
“Shhh,” you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. “I’m sleeping. You’re ruining our cuddle.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
“You’re the one who asked me out, so it’s your fault.”
“Well, I guess even I make mistakes.”
“So mean!” You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, “You’re saying I’m a mistake?!”
This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and it’s not something a lot of people witness. But you do—quite often, in fact, and you can’t help but melt at how sweet the sound is. Finally, you give in and properly curl against his chest, relieving him of the uncomfortable position your body is in over his upper half. Your eyes meet his, and you stare for a moment at each other before he looks away to the side.
The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you think—but it’s too dark to tell for sure.
“Just go the fuck back to sleep,” he mutters.
“Sure thing,” you beam as you tuck your face into his neck and fake snore one more time.
Katsuki pinches your side. You laugh into his chest, and this time, when he huffs in annoyance, he does not bother hiding the smile.
cuddling this guy in the middle of summer with that quirk must be miserable. u might as well cuddle a flame
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★Summary★ it’s springtime and if you’ve learned anything from being half avian it’s that you need your heat suppressants, but just your luck, your pharmacy is in the process of moving.
☆Tags☆ softdom Keigo Tamaki, idk how to tag, MHA, smut, Hawks x reader, heat/rut, reader has a quirk relative to plot, reader has wings, reader experiences a heat, fem! Reader, mention of pheromones, wing play if you squint, vaginal fingering
★Notes★ DO NOT FEED MY WRITING TO AI // THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A HUMAN!! I hope ya’ll like this one, bsf if you’re reading this hiii. This was not beta read. Good luck.
☆WC:☆ 1447~
You and Keigo are two birds of a feather. You have an eagle like quirk, wings like an eagle, the strength of one, but besides that you are as human as anyone else. You met Keigo through different heroes and you two bonded over being avian-human mixes.
Your relationship got more…complicated…when you ran into him at a pharmacy for half breeds. He was there, picking up rut suppressants and so were you. A new chamber of possibilities opened up as you two realized you struggled with the same thing—but that was years ago.
…
You stagger into your bathroom, your thick wings scratching against the walls. You’re sweating through the thin white tank-top you wore, your nipples hard and practically piercing the fabric. The panties you wore to bed are practically soaked. Your breath comes out in short huffs as you grip the cool counter top. It’s almost spring, your most hormonal time of the year, and your fucking pharmacy is in the process of moving. You can’t get suppressants even if you wanted to.
You let out a needy whimper, your soaked cunt screaming at you for something—anything to stimulate it. You slip your fingers into your panties, but almost instantly you realize it’s no use. You had a vibrator but, just your luck, this was a new apartment. Some of your belongings were still being shipped. You slip to the floor, the cold tiles electrocuting your whole body. You scream into your hands but the noise shatters into a muffled moan-like yell. This was hell. Sweat clings to your body like a second skin and the throbbing inside you is so intense nothing else can cross your mind. Your wings are also incredibly sensitive, the small bathroom confines them. Your whole body is a mess of sweat, nerves, and pheromones.
You fumble for your phone, getting ready to call out of patrol. A message vibrates your phone.
Keigo: Are you still up for lunch later this week?
You have self respect. You take pride in your independence and ability to do everything solo. Right now you weren’t in control, the self respect leaving your body in the form of the sweat beads dribbling down your neck.
You fumble for the call button, managing to press it through your slightly shaky vision.
“Hey, is this about lunch—“
“Kei…You need…I need you…here,” You pant out. The line goes silent for what feels like a millennia.
“Right…It is almost spring, hm,” You hear him and your body does too. A desperate want coils inside of you. In this state, you aren’t above begging. You’re ready to plead and cry and name a price.
“Kei please—“
“I’m on my way,” The call hangs up. You stare ahead of you. The reasonable and rational part of you is terrified but your bird brain is buzzing with excitement.
You stand on wobbly legs and glance at your reflection. You look about as wrecked as you feel. You stroke your feathers, a small gasp escaping you. You forgot how good that feels when you’re like this.
You manage to get into your living room and slump onto the couch. Your wings are strained, refusing to relax. You pant, want flooding your system somehow even more. Then you hear a knock.
The moment the door opens, you smell him. Rich like sandalwood and expensive tea with undertones of a cologne.
“You’re wrecked,” he manages. You’re completely unaware, but you smell intoxicating. Beautiful floral scents seep out of your body like never ending perfume and a vanilla sweet scent coats the walls of your home.
“I didn’t know…who else,” You breathe out through jagged pants. Your heart is pounding so hard you can practically hear it and every nerve in your body is screaming about the lack of touch. “Please,” You whisper.
His lips press against yours, one of his crimson feathers shutting the door behind you two. His lips are soft and addictive. You moan shamelessly when his tongue presses between your lips.
“I need—“ You stammer
“I know, I know,” He murmurs back. His voice is soft. One of his hands slips behind you, cupping your ass. You whine into his mouth. You could do this for hours, maybe even days. You grind against the growing bulge pressing against his sweatpants. You didn’t even make the connection, it seems like he just got out of bed.
“You don’t have anything…to help you?” He murmurs, pulling back slightly. His face was beginning to flush.
“No,” You manage. His hand cups your chin, his thumb pressing against your swollen, salvia slick lips. You whine slightly.
“Poor thing…” He whispers, but a teasing smirk on his lips tells you he’s not here to play empath.
“Don’t you fucking dare te-tease—“ You gasp, his thumb intruding past your lips and slipping into your mouth, cutting you off.
“Mh..” He smirks slightly. The hand on your ass moves right between your wings. Involuntarily, your back arches off the wall. Your wings and his are similar in anatomy, he must know all the sensitive spots. His thumb presses against your canines that have sharpened slightly thanks to your heated state. You rock your hips, not even trying to hide your desperation.
His thumb slips out of your mouth, making you squirm slightly. He kisses you again and moves your body, backing you until you two fall onto the couch. You’ve never been intimate with another avian hybrid until this morning, so you were completely unaware of what could happen. Your feathers rub together and pop-rocks of pleasure exploded all over you. You gasp loudly, suddenly grabbing his shirt. Keigo cocks a slight smile, clearly enjoying watching you.
“What was that..” You breathe out.
“My wings, against yours,” He explains. He looks you over, a hungry gaze in his eyes but it doesn’t compare to the raging desperation in your bones.
“Kei…” You moan slightly. He kisses you again, his hot tongue invading your mouth immediately. His fingers slip into your panties. His fingers tell you all you need to know, he’s experienced. A shiver shoots down your spine as he rubs and presses against your soaked clit.
His lips leave yours, moans and whines slip from your lips. He kisses your neck and shoulders. His free hand slips under you, resting against your lower back. His fingers continue to work against your velvety folds, gently teasing your entrance with occasional probing.
“You smell so good,” He breathes out against your skin. He slips down the straps of your tank top with his teeth, making you shiver. His teeth graze your shoulders as he drags the straps low, exposing your breasts. As he does this, you feel his thumb pressing against your entrance, not daring to enter just yet.
“Any fucking day now,” You grit, your fingers tangling into his blonde cinnamon hair. His eyes dart to look at yours. His pupils are blown, practically covering his iris. A smirk plays on his lips as he goes back to peppering your collar bone in kisses.
Relief floods your body as you feel his finger press into you. You’re hot and slick with fluids practically making it look like you’ve already orgasmed. Keigo pauses slightly, your pheromones are hitting him harder than he realized. You moan at the intrusion, already grinding your hips and craving more.
You lean back, eyes fluttering shut. You feel so close yet so far from coming, it’s torture. Keigo drags his tongue down your cleavage, your tank-top discarded bunched around your lower waist. One finger becomes two as his mouth begins kissing further down your torso.
The couch groans under you two. His fingers pump and curl inside of you as his thumb services your clit. Every single one of your nerves is like electricity, pleasure taught in your stomach like a piston. You didn’t try to pace yourself or resist the incoming climax because Keigo was a fool to think this was the only round.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” He murmurs against your breast. You whine and thread your fingers through his hair gripping it at the root as he hits the perfect spot inside you.
“So close already?” Keigo teases, he leans up, kissing you deeply. His free hand grabs your hip and hoists it over his shoulder. You gasp at the angle, the intimacy of it all. He groans into your mouth, curling and spreading his fingers inside of you.
The relief hits you instantly as you cum, soaking his fingers along with your thighs. Your mouth falls open, a long winded moan escaping your lips as you come down from the high.
♫ summary♫ your pro hero girlfriend, Kyoka Jirou, is out on patrol. You need her home, and what better way to reel her in than to tempt her
♬tags♬ Fem reader x Kyoka Jirou, Lesbian Kyoka Jirou, Smut, all characters are 18+, Timeskip MHA, brat taming, teasing, vaginal fingering, pro hero Kyoka Jirou
♫notes♫ DO NOT FEED MY WRITING TO AI/ THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A HUMAN. I had so much fun writing this because there are literally no lesbian reader x MHA fanfics. This is not beta read
♬word count♬ 844~
From the moment you met Kyoka, you were lost in her. Whether that was in bed or simply admiring her from afar, you were obsessed. But your girlfriend was a busy woman, especially since she was a pro hero.
You’re sitting in the apartment you two share. You’d been feeling a little hotter than usual, more desperate to have that gorgeous girl against you. She was on patrol currently and wouldn’t been home until at least 5:00. You groan, the crime rate had been so low. Why does she need to be out there. It’s was almost 22:00 but your body was not going to let you sleep.
You shoot a text
You: I miss you, come home.
Kyoka: Go to bed gorgeous, I’ll be home in the morning
You groan. She didn’t get it, you needed her here now. You smirk, an idea forming in your head. You shift onto your stomach. It’s a hot evening in Japan, so you’re only wearing a bra and panties.
You take a photo, your breasts press against the mattress, barely being contained by your bra-let. You send the photo, shame hasn’t played a role in your relationship in a while.
Kyoka: Baby, I’ll be home in seven hours.
You don’t care, you need your girlfriend home now. You continue sending more photos, each one getting more dicey. You know full well that Kyoka is probably hiding her phone from her colleagues. That thought delighted you. She stops responding but keeps viewing them. You wait, 20 minutes go by.
You: Fine, I guess I’ll just deal with this myself.
Kyoka: You will not
You: you’re not here to stop me.
You lie back. Your fingers crawl absentmindedly over your stomach and the line of your panties. You shut your eyes. The window slides open with a loud clang. Kyoka is in the bedroom, panting. You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A proud smirk is plastered across your face.
“Damn babe I didn’t think—“ She silences you with a punishing kiss, forcing you to lie back down. Her hand grips your chin as her tongue invades your mouth. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, pleasure coils in your abdomen like a piston.
“You are evil,” She husks out, pulling back just enough for you to attempt at catching your breath. She unclips your bra, slipping it off you in a smooth motion.
“What happened to patrol?” You ask, attempting to tease her. You fail miserably at trying to get control of the situation.
“Do you want this or not,” Kyoka whispers. She moves, getting on top of you completely. Your head hits the pillow, your body splayed out underneath her. Her knee slips between your thighs, and like an animal in heat, you can’t help but grind down. A strained whimper slips from your lips.
She swallows your noises, moving her knee against your hot heat. You’re soaked, no doubt she can feel it, but she’s keeping you here. A punishment for getting her so distracted at her job.
“Kyoka—please,” You gasp after a little while. Her fingers trace and flick at your hard nipples. The teasing was relentless and you were so turned on at this point. Your cunt clenches greedily, begging for something to satisfy it.
“You cave so easily,” Kyoka whispers, her breath hot against the shell of your ear. Her hand massages your tender breast, making you squirm. She begins peppering kisses over your tits, her tongue ghosting over your pebbled nipples. You let out a desperate whine, your heels digging into the thin sheets.
“Do you promise to be good next time I’m on patrol…?” Kyoka murmurs, her hand slipping to waistband of your panties.
“Yes…” You breathe out.
“Mh, I’m not convinced,” She murmurs, retracing her fingers from your pelvis. You whimper. “Well?” She whispers expectantly.
“I’ll…I’ll be good next time,” You manage out, her lack of movement tells you it’s not enough. “I’ll be so good,” You pant, a whine lacing into your voice.
“‘m there’s my good girl,” Kyoka murmurs against your ear. Her hand slips into your panties, her fingers pressing against your velvety folds. Her thumb presses against your sensitive nub as her middle finger probes your entrance.
“Fuck—Please Kyoka!” You gasp, you’re so close already after so much buildup. She laps as your nipple, her tongue swirling. Your hands dig into her violet hair.
Two fingers slide into your soaked heat, slowly scissoring. Her lips press against your swollen lips once more, swallowing your noises of pleasure. Your back arches into her touch almost involuntarily.
“Come for me,” She says against your lips. Your body needs no invitation. The orgasm hits like a heavy wave, it crashes over you. Fuck your girlfriend is magical.
“Fuck…” You breathe, you swear your vision sent white for a moment. Kyoka brings her wet fingers to her lips, slowly sliding her tongue across her knuckles.
After cleaning you up, she kisses your forehead.
“See you at five,” She whispers, kissing your forehead.
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