I write fluff (đ), suitable for most people, smut/lemons(đ¶ïž), mature sexual content (all characters are over age of consent), and angst(đ), with dark motfis. Everything has content warnings in the beginning.
Commissions are open, half off if it's on my WIP list. Cashapp only.
*Asterisk denotes popular fic
My Hero Academia
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(Best Works)
đPlease*** - Character(s): Tamaki Amijeki/ Suneaterđ¶ïžđ¶ïžđ¶ïž
Summary: This man is down so badddd, it's embarrassingly sweet. He finds you having a wet dream about him and has to help you out. Heâs mostly sub. I'm pretty proud of this one, it's good, gah itâs so good. Definitely second most popular on Tumblr.
đNot Always Shy***- Character(s): Tamaki Amijeki/ Suneaterđ¶ïžđ¶ïžđ¶ïž
Summary: Dom Tamaki finds his girlfriend stuck in one of the training nets, and decides to have some fun at her expense.
Summary: Neko reader asks virgin boyfriend Hitoshi to take care of their heat, but they're too busy training with Aizawa. Reader takes matters into their own hands and visits the training center.
*Maybe my third most popular fic. Starts out decently horny but gets super detailed. It's pretty long.
đEraserMic x Reader: Midnight Confessions*** -Character(s): Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic & Shota Aizawa / Eraserheadđ
Summary: Friends since high school, the three of you have done everything together for years. When they decide to take their relationship to the next level, however, where does that leave you?
đEraserMic x Reader: Three's a Crowd, but Not With You*** -Character(s): Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic & Shota Aizawa / Eraserheadđ¶ïžđ¶ïžđ¶ïž
Summary: Disoriented by something that happened the past day, you wake up in your best friend Shota's bed. Hizashi comes over to comfort you in your confusion, but you quickly get up to something more sinister before his boyfriend gets back. Most popular fic on this platform.
Summary: Hawks is giving some big speech, but you find one of his long, thick, sensitive feathers and decide to have a little fun at his expense.
UA
'Hear Me Out Cake' Male UA Studentsđ
Summary: The class hosts a âHear Me Out Cakeâ party for fun in the common room, and you happen to bring along a photo of their face. Platonic/Romantic reactions.
Summary: You, a villain, accidentally get caught snatching the pro hero's bag. Thinking fast, you come to an agreement that's satisfactory for both of you, that ends up with his bag back and you not being thrown in jail.
New Year's- Character(s): Denki Kaminari / Chargeboltđ
Summary: You're caught up in a game of 7 minutes in heaven at Mina's New Year party.
Summary: Your boyfriend tries to praise and degrade you while shocking you lightly. Short fic.
Class 1-A reacting to learning you're dating Neito Monoma***đ
Summary: He's about to make fun of the class, but you stop him and redirect his attention. Short fic.
The Lion King - Character(s): Hitoshi Shinsouđ
Summary: Short fluff, class 1-C is putting on a play, and you guys dress up as the characters for a kids promotional event, and lightly flirt. Brainrottingly sweet, he briefly kisses you and you go back to being awkward teenagers.
Hitoshi Shinsou x Neko Reader Chapters***đ
Summary: Your quirk allows you to transform into a cat, and this guy loves cats. As a part of the hero course, what will you get up to your first year at UA? 16k words in total.
Heat - Character(s): Hitoshi Shinsou x Hypersexual Neko Reader đ¶ïž
Summary: You explain to him that you're in heat, but that doesn't stop him from helping his new girlfriend out.
Summary: You find him in one of his common spots, the cafeteria, after hours, and he has the guts to claim he's doing homework after you witness him watching something clearly not. You decide to offer your services anyways.
Summary: You live with the League and a snake hero bites you near your eye, causing your vision to fail you. Hawks steps up and takes care of you while you recover.
Little Bird- Character(s): Hawks / Keigo Takami
Genre(s): Angst, a little smutty at the endđđ¶ïž
Summary: This fic turns into a VERY yandere reader, you have a crush on your workplace flirt/mentor/boss/work partner, Hawks, and take it upon yourself to help him out at night when he needs relief, even if it means breaking in.
One of my most popular fics, no beta read, pt 2 below
Summary: Absolute filth. Hawks kidnaps and has his way with you after finding out you're a dirty bastard. Very yandere. Very depraved. Very hot.
(Pt 2 of Little Bird, does not require prior fic tho, this was my most requested fic)
Villains
Family Reunion - Character(s): Dabi / Touya Todorokđ
Summary: NOT x reader. At the insistence of Toga, he tries to rekindle his relationships with his siblings for Christmas. Bad idea.
Dreams - Character(s): Dabi (Hawks?)đ¶ïžđ
Summary: Sleeping in Hawks's bed temporarily, you wake up from a wet dream to Dabi, who has an reciprocated crush on you being the only one around that could help you with your little problem. Pt 2 in the works.
Summary: Your high school love turned into a full-fledged villain after his father mistreated him. You still see him every once in awhile, but the heroes are looking for him, and Endeavor will do anything to stop you, a worthless commenter, and his son from being together.
Your New Boyfriend*** - Character(s): Tomura Shigaraki, (Hawks?)đđ¶ïž
Summary: Villain reader almost dies when their boyfriend Hawks doesn't show up in time, Shigaraki saves them by turning them into a nomu. You decide to repay him when you find him touching himself thinking about you.
Doctor*** - Character(s): Overhaul / Kai Chisakiđ¶ïž
Summary: Overhaul is hiding out in a local doctorâs office, regaining his strength. What'll happen when he realizes one of his patients has a crush on him?
Genre(s): Fluff, slightly NSFW at the end? đđ¶ïž
Summary: Gojo loves to spoil his favorite teacher at Jujitsu High. It starts off innocent, but his intentions seem more and more clear as time progresses. Short.
Forgotten God Gojo x Worshiper Reader* - Character(s): Gojo Satoru
Summary: In an unusual series of events, you find an abandoned temple in the forest near your house. Your curiosity interests you, and although you can't find anything about it after researching, you clean it up and wonder if they're truly is a being there or not.
Summary: Nagisa offers to help you with some studying after you missed a couple of days due to sickness, but has to go. Afterwards, Karma finds you still having problems with some of the work, and assists you as some classmates plot to assassinate Koro-sensei.
đField Trip*** đđ
Source: Assassination Classroom
Character(s): Karma Akabane
Summary: Childhood best friends, you confessed to him on Valentine's day and had a falling out. When you're kidnapped, however, he leads the charge.
Second most popular fic on Tumblr. No beta read. Honestly I think that I have better ones but this one was really popular for some reason, so the people have spoken.
Other
Bubble Blowing with Reader Headcannonsđ
Denki, Shinso, Dabi (MHA) Lord N, Corbeau (Pokemon) Gojo, Choso (JJK) Aaravos, Soren (TPD)
Herbicide and Hospitals*** đ
Source: Harry Potter (READ MY STATEMENT ON JK ROWLING HERE)
Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape
Summary: Something goes wrong in potions class, and they have to take you to the Hospital Wing.
Captain America x Bucky Barnes (Not x reader)đ
Source: Marvel
Character(s): Captain America, Bucky Barnes
Summary: Play-by-play of a cannon scene- this time with internal dialogue from Captain's part.
Aaravos x Reader
Source: The Dragon Prince
Character(s): Aaravos
The Mirrorđ The Apprenticeđ The Teaseđ (see below for optional mature content)
Astral Form, Corporealđ¶ïž
Source: The Dragon Prince
Character(s): Aaravos
Summary: Astarion wants to seal your newly-formed bond-with his body.
What Are We*đđ
Source: Baldur's Gate 3
Character(s): Astarion
Summary: After months of enduring his teasing remarks, you finally ask the question.
đŽPairing: Married!Poly!KiriBaku x Married!ReaderÂ
đŽSynopsis: When you decide to take a vacation to an island resort with your husband, you think that this is the perfect opportunity to rekindle the lost spark and romance in your relationship. But when your hubby doesnât exceed your expectations, or even attempt to fulfill them, you start to think that this was a horrible ideaâŠuntil you meet the sexy celebrity married couple at the pool who are interested in getting to know you on a more personal level and showing you the wonderful vacation that your husband wonâtâŠand canât.
đŽWarnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader is Black and Fem; Pro!KiriBaku (Late 20s-30s); Cheating/Infidelity; Baecation; Strangers to Lovers; Alcohol Use; Drunk SĂ«x (but still consensual); Threesome; Dual Blowjob; Dual Cunnilingus/Analingus; Anal Play; Gaping; Double Penetration; PIV; Anal Sex; Hubby Calls While Y'all Fucking teehee; Slutification; Cock Drunk!Reader; Pussy Drunk!Kiribaku; Creampie/Analpie; Aftercare; Dom!Kiribaku x sub!Reader; Reader Cums 3x
đŽWord Count: 12.9k
đŽDisclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
đŽWriter's Note: I got this little idea after I came back from a cruise vacation & thought about getting dicked down the whole time lmaoo. This fic came out last summer & I wanted to revise it for the new summer era! I hope y'all enjoy it! <3 -love, Jazz
đŽCredits: Kiribaku Fan art credit goes to syrinide! Follow them on Twitter HERE! Dividers made by @feldiesgraphics & @dollywons!
You thought that experiencing sex on vacation would be a lot hotter.
You thought that smelling the sea breeze and hearing the call of seagulls would make for a sexy ambience to ignite that spark.Â
But lying beneath your panting, sweating husband as he ruts into you from behind doesnât make even the least bit of your pussy twitch. While the foreplay started off good, it started during a moment where you were just chilling, reading a book, kind of hungry, and not in the mood for sexâŠbut of course, your husband canât read the room and is always thinking with his dick.Â
So when he proceeds to speed up and repeat that âoh, yeah, oh, yeahâ mantra that he does when he gets close, you lie there on your tummy and let it happen, just letting him enjoy it.
You feel like you owe him this. After all, you did take him away from his job and responsibilities as a businessman for a seven-day trip at a resort along the Caribbean sea. Maybe lackluster sex isnât too bad. Not like other things in your marriage.Â
And you are reminded of those things when you feel him pull out and spray his cum on your ass, stilling his hips and letting out a loud grunt as he grips your ass so tight that you wince with pain. When he finally lets out a sigh of relief, he stares down at you, a lazy smile on his face. âDid you cum?â he asks. You nod though you certainly didnât. But you are the dutiful wife, moaning when you should and pumping up his ego.Â
Satisfied, your hubby gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and rolls off of you, leaving you lying naked on the pristinely white sheets of your king-sized bed. You purposely ordered a suite for the two of you for this trip, complete with sofa bed, a vanity for your makeup, a mini-bar, and a balcony overlooking the beach. Perfect for a âbaectionâ with your man to get your marriage back on track and spend time togetherâŠor so you thought.Â
Once again, reality smacks you in the face when he moves to the edge of the bed naked, showing off his toned body. He truly is a beautiful specimen, but if any woman got him in the bedroom now, they would dumb his ass before he could bust a nut.
The sex while you were dating was quite good, but now? He barely takes the time to make you cum. One could argue that itâs because of his demanding career, but you always take the time to make him âarriveâ when you are intimate.Â
But him? Crickets. Not to mention no consideration for your pleasure, no care, and no spark. You canât remember the last time he even attempted to make you cum!
And thenâŠthere is the worse part. You turn over on your side as he slides on his robe. âYouâre not gonna cuddle?â you disappointedly ask. Your husband pulls a face like he doesnât believe youâre serious. âYou know I donât cuddle after sex, Y/N. Itâs nasty.âÂ
You scowl at him. He didnât used to be like this at all. He used to snuggle with you afterwards. Now after sex he is more concerned about cumming and then cleaning up, barely regarding you as his wife. âAnd cumming on my ass isnât?â you ask, your tone snipped. He pauses from tying his robe and grimaces. âWell, I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me, but not with that attitude.âÂ
You rise from your position and get under the covers, the cool sheets feeling like silk against your naked body. âIâm sorry, I justâŠwe never cuddle anymore. I thought this trip would change that.â
Your husband only sighs as if you pouring your heart out to him is more of an inconvenience to his shower than not. âWe can cuddle after my shower, Y/N. Donât be so impatient.âÂ
And then he is gone, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving you alone to feel hurt. And then that hurt stews into irritation. When you hear the water running, it steams just as your anger does.
You start to wonder what you did any of this for. Stressing over the best resorts and just to appease a husband who could care less about the waning romance in your marriage? Four years together, one year married, and all of it hanging on a thin thread because he refuses counseling, therapy, or to talk about your issues.Â
Your anger pushes you to rise from the prison of the bed, wipe your hubbyâs spunk off your ass with some tissues, and get dressed in your brand new bikini. It is a vibrant yellow that makes your brown skin pop and makes your ass look absolutely delectable. It is among one of the pieces of sexy vacation outfits that you brought along for this vacation. After dressing, you begin packing your beach bag, barely turning around when you hear the shower shut off and footsteps approach.Â
âHey, where ya goinâ?â your husband asks as if he didnât just reject you. You donât turn around as you toss sun tan oil and a romance book in your bag. âIâm going to the pool,â you snippily reply. âAlone.âÂ
Your husband is silent, watching you pack. âBut I thought we were gonna cuddle.â You scoff, finally turning to face him dripping wet in his towel. âWell, we couldâve, but you wanted to shower first after fucking me when I told you about three times that I wasnât in the mood.âÂ
You watch his face change from confusion to irritation. Yet another fight and youâve only been on this ship for a day! âSo now Iâm the bad guy now?â he scoffs. âYou always do this, Y/N. You always wanna twist shit around on me when you donât get your way!âÂ
You tilt your head at him, glaring daggers. âWhen I donât get my way?â you parrot, enraged.
You could smack him with the sunscreen youâre holding gripped in your hand. âAll I did was ask for a fucking snuggle with my husband who only shows me affection when heâs got his dick in me.âÂ
âThat isnât true!â he barks. You scoffingly laugh. âOh, itâs not? I had to beg you to come on this vacation just to try to re-spark our romanceâŠand you didnât even wanna do that!â
You had been planning your introduction to the idea for months, praying that he would agree. He only agreed when you mentioned that you would pay for it and all he had to do was take off for the week. Thank God for your high-paying job and you saving up money for this trip.Â
Your husband stands before you now, fuming and fumbling for something to say. You continue to pack until completion and grab your wedges and key card before putting on your sunglasses. âIâll be back up later,â you grumble. âDonât wait up.â And you leave him standing in his towel, shutting the hotel door behind you before venturing off to the pool for a cool dip and a cool drink.Â
Your pool time to decompress proves to be a good plan. Deciding that the pool is too crowded for your liking, you head to the adults-only area complete with two bars, hot tubs, and ocean views galore. You go to the bar to order yourself a pretty and strong cocktail to take the last ten minutes out of your head.
As you sip on your drink with its pineapple and orange wedges on the glass, your phone rings in your bag. You fish it out, grinning as your friendâs name flashes across the screen. Thank God for the wi-fi package. âHeeeey, babes!â she shouts when you answer. Hearing her voice makes you homesick instantly. âHey, babes,â you greet. âGod, am I happy to hear from you.âÂ
âI guess the plan isnât going well,â she replies. âI was gonna ask how your trip is.âÂ
You cross your legs on the stool, showing off your legs and skin glowing with sun tan oil for all to see. âOh, Iâm loving it, but not being in the same room with a man who wonât even cuddle me after fucking me.â You have admitted some things to your friend about your romance issues in your marriage, but not this.Â
âDaaamn, itâs like that?!â she gasps. âGirl, you should've been divorced that loser! I donât know why youâre even bothering with this BS. Youâve only been married for a year!âÂ
âUntil you canât anymore,â a little voice in your head remarks. âAnd maybe youâve reached that limit.â You wipe the thought away with another sip of your cocktail, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of rum and guava fruit.Â
âYes, but why bother if youâre not happy?â your friend asks. âI mean, are you doing any of this because of you or him?âÂ
You stop short, thinking about this. Is any of this for you anymore? What about your happiness? Your feelings? âThis is for both of us,â you finally reply. âI canât go on like this anymore. No touching, kissing, or romanceâŠâÂ
Lately, itâs been happening more since your husbandâs promotion as you expressed to your friend months before. The dates have been dwindling, the connection is fading, and the sex is less than enjoyable. You arenât happy, but you arenât willing to give up either.Â
âHowâs he been on the trip?â your friend asks. You use your straw to stir the ice around in your glass. âJust not paying much attention to me, drinking a lotâŠlooking at other women.â
You wince as your friend begins to explode with rage. âEXCUSE ME?!â she bellows. âOh, heeeell no! Youâre gonna have to get even, girl. If heâs gonna do what he wants on this trip, so will you.âÂ
âWhat does that mean?â you ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer. She is happy to elaborate regardless: âIt means finding the hottest guy there and getting some vacay dick, no strings attached.âÂ
You nearly choke on the bit of pineapple wedge you bite into. âI canât cheat on my husband!â you hiss into the phone. âWhat kinda girl do you think I am?!âÂ
Your friend huffs in response. âFine, then just flirt. Y/N, this is about your enjoyment too! Youâre there for another six days, so why not make the most of it with an international stud?âÂ
You canât believe you're hearing this. You must have heatstroke. âYouâre insane,â you scoff. âI canât just pick some random guy andââ You cut yourself off reaching across the bar for a napkin only for your hand to brush against someone elseâs.Â
âOh, sorry!â you gasp. âI wasnât paying anyâŠ.â Your words immediately die when you catch a glimpse of the red-hot stud sitting next to you at the bar. Literally, his long hair is red-hot, cascading down to his broad shoulders and chest exposed through the few unbuttoned buttons to his Hawaiian top. He is a big guy, at least six-foot something and all muscle as he sits in the stool next to you, bigger than you even while sitting down.
Your eyes trail down to his red trunks hanging loosely from his muscular thighs and calves right down to his big feet in his open-toe slides. Your eyes lecherously slide back up to his beefy arms, one of them inked with a sleeve, and the sharp, toothy smile he gives you.Â
âDonât sweat it,â he replies, his crimson eyes kind, sparkling in the summer sun. âItâs my bad. I was actually gonna ask what drink that was.â You are so gobsmacked by this sexy stranger than you barely hear your friend screaming at you. âY/N?!â she screeches. âWho is that?! Is he hot?!âÂ
âGottagocallyoulaterloveyabye,â you say in a rush before hanging up. The red-hot stranger continues to smile, making you sweat more than the hot rays above. âU-Uh, itâs called a Sex On The Beach.âÂ
He laughs, the sound making your stomach curl. Even his laugh is sexy! âInteresting drink name,â he chuckles. âI heard they have a Cherry Popper and somethinâ called a Pink Pussy here too. Bakugou likes those.âÂ
âBakugou?â you question. He tuts, smacking himself on the forehead with a sheepish smile. âOh, sorry; my husband.âÂ
Your eyes glide down to the gold band on one of his thick ring fingers. Of course, heâs married. âOh,â you sigh, wilting in disappointmentâŠbut why? Youâre married! âIâll have to try those ones. My husband ainât a fan of cocktails like that; he calls them girly.âÂ
You may as well let the stranger know that youâre married too. Itâs only rightâŠright? âGirly or not, theyâre still hella good!â he laughs. âI know me and my man donât care. Iâm Kirishima, by the way.â He sticks one of his big, calloused, scarred hands out for a shake. You ignore the way your pulse jumps as your palm connects with his.Â
Kirishima? Where have you heard that name before? Suddenly, it clicks. âWait, are youââÂ
âRed Riot?â he chuckles. âJust donât blow my cover. I think the Hawaiian shirt is working.â You are shocked. Youâve never met a celebrity before, let alone a pro hero. Youâre not used to seeing him without his gear either!Â
âItâs a pleasure, Red Riot,â you whisper, once again shaking his hand. Itâs really just an excuse to feel his calloused palm gripped in yours again. âSo you guys are here on a much-needed vacation?â you ask, sipping on your drink.
âEmphasis on âmuch-neededâ,â he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. âPlus itâs our fifth year wedding anniversary and we wanted to celebrate. Weâve been together since our UA days.âÂ
High school sweethearts?! You could melt right here on your stool. âThatâs so sweet!â you coo, raising your glass to him. âWell, happy anniversary to the both of you.â The redheaded hunk smiles, blinding you. âWell, thank youâŠuhâŠâÂ
âY/N,â you introduce. âL/N.â The proâs raises his sexy, pierced brow in interest. âFull government?â he chuckles. âEjirou Kirishima then. My friends call meââÂ
âOi, shitty hair!â someone barks from the lounge chairs. âWhatâs the hold up?! You went to get drinks five minutes ago!â You turn your head to the rough nâ gruff-sounding voice, nearly dropping your drink at the sight of the platinum blonde stud standing before you.Â
He is ALL man, just as his husband is: big, tall, all muscle, and all tattoos. In opposition to his husband, Dynamight has two sleeves plus a large dragon tattoo snaking around his left slave. Its tail trails up to his orange swim trunks that match the black skull tank top he wears.Â
Despite the Raybans covering his eyes, you can tell his eyes are as intense as his handsome face etched in seriousness is. The sun glows against his blonde undercut and the piercings glinting in his ears. His plump bottom lip and brow are pierced as well, definitely exposing you for your fetish.Â
The redhead turns to you with a smirk. âItâs Kiri, actually,â he whispers. He then rises to greet his husband, smiling extra big. âSorry, babe; I got caught up talkinâ to my new friend here. Y/N, this is my husband Katsuki Bakugou.âÂ
When Bakugou finally stops in front of you, you have to use every ounce of energy to appear normal while sitting with the two mountain-sized pros while they stand over you. Bakugou takes his shades off, putting them on his forehead. Those vermillion eyes are like lasers, intensified by Bakugouâs brooding look your way. His stare is hotter than the damn sun and you lose your cool.Â
âN-Nice to meet you,â you stammer. You stick your hand out for a shake. Bakugou stares at it for a brief moment before he takes it in his inked hand. âLikewise. You tryinâ to steal my husband from me?â His expression is so steely that you nearly miss the quirk at the corner of his mouth.Â
âHeâs joking,â Kiri chuckles, nudging Bakugou in the arm. âDonât scare the poor lady! I was just telling Y/N here that weâre on our anniversary trip.â Bakugou rolls his eyes but his cheeks are flushed pink. âYa might as well tell it to everybody on this fuckinâ island.âÂ
Kiri laughs, pressing a kiss to his husbandâs cheek. âSo are you here on your own anniversary trip?â the redhead curiously asks. You mentioned your hubby.âÂ
âOh, uhâŠâ You freeze, thinking of something to answer with. âMaybe with friends?â Kiri adds. âFamily? Or a solo traveler? Which would be cool too!âÂ
âJesus, shitty hair, whatâs with the third degree?â Bakugou criticizes, glaring at his husband through his shades. The redhead goes red in the face, somehow making himself look sexier. âSorry. I mightâve had too much before this.âÂ
âIâm here with my husband,â you finally answer. âNothing too special.â You take a sip of your drink to cool yourself down and give yourself some liquid courage. Discussing your marriage woes with strangers isnât ideal for a starter convo for you, yet here you are. The couple look confused and quite perturbed at your statement. âWhat does that mean?â Bakugou asks, raising a pierced brow at you.Â
You shrug, feeling hot all over and the breeze from the ocean provides no comfort. You shouldnât have talked. âJust that itâs not an anniversary trip or a honeymoon. It was my idea for a vacation.â You almost say that the entire trip came out of your pocket as well. âWeâve been together for four years, married for one.âÂ
âWell, thatâs somethinâ to celebrate!â Kiri exclaims, obviously trying to lighten things up. âAnd if youâre thinkinâ up fun trips like this, he should feel lucky to have you.â The genuine nature of his tone and the kindness in his eyes nearly make you fold. âYou wouldnât be the first to think that,â you bashfully reply, âbut thank you.âÂ
Kiri looks like he wants to say more but a tray of shot glasses wedged with lime and filled with clear liquid stops him short. âShots on the house for the happy couple?â the bartender asks with a grin. When he motions to you with the tray, you realize with horror what heâs referring to. âO-Oh, weâre notââÂ
âDonât be so coy, honey,â Kiri laughs, giving you a wink. âThanks, sir! Weâd love free shots!â He takes the tray from the bartender with no problem and gives him a thankful grin. You stare at him, wondering what in the world just happened and if youâre possibly hallucinating. Bakugou nudges your hip with his, smirking. âDonât think nothinâ of it. You looked like you needed some tequila.âÂ
He passes you a shot, the strong aroma nearly singeing your nostril hairs. An open invitation. After all, how often do you find yourself drinking with celebrities? Let alone pro heroes? And it is a vacation. âI guess I do,â you giggle, taking the shot from his thick fingers. You ignore the way your stomach flip flops as your fingertips brush his. âCheers then!âÂ
Bakugouâs eyes are full of mirth and interest. âTo what?â he asks. You give him a secretive smile, placing a lime wedge in your mouth and sucking on it. You think the coupleâs eyes flitting down to your mouth is just a trick of the sun. âTo an unforgettable trip,â you respond.Â
Clink!Â
The three of you clink shots and down them in unison, laughing when Kiri coughs his lungs out. For the next fifteen minutes or so while Kiri orders cocktails for himself and Bakugou, you chat.Â
You learn about Musutafu, their home in Japan, is riddled with even more pro heroes than in the U.S.Â
You learn about Kiriâs love for spicy foods and Bakugouâs secret obsession with the manga seriesÂ
âA Sign of Affectionâ that you both gush over. You tell them about your job and daily life; your likes and dislikes; your relationship with your husband.Â
You notice the way Kiri keeps a hand on Bakugouâs knee while sitting to stop him from bouncing it so much. Your eyes catch the way Bakugouâs fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Kiriâs neck. Little things like this make you envious. Not just of them, but of the fact that you canât join in such PDA. Your husband would never hear of it.Â
By the time the convo comes to an end, you feel that buzz and rush of warmth from your drink and three tequila shots. And that recklessness that causes you to eye the coupleâs crotches too much.
You should lay down before you do something youâll regret. âYou two should probably head back to your seats,â you tell the couple. âThat family with the five kids looks awfully desperate for a chair.â You nod at the stressed-looking couple hollering at their kids to pick up their beach towels and stop fighting.Â
Bakugou grumbles something, already getting up to lay claim on their chairs. âWell, maybe weâll see you around again,â Kiri says with a smile. âMe and Bakugou are thinkinâ of going to Club Paradise. You should bring your man along.â You blink in confusion before your brain, fuzzy from the tequila and the couplesâ mixed cologne, realizes that he means the resortâs nightclub.Â
âOr just bring yourself,â Bakugou cuts in, not even caring how this suggestion sounds. âSounds like your man is a wet blanketâŠno offense.â He shrugs passively though he doesnât look like heâs that apologetic.
Youâre sure the tipsy details you provided to them about your hubby doesnât help: he doesnât dance, he hates going out, and heâs all about work. âItâs fine,â you chuckle. âHe might be interested, but weâll see. Iâll give it some thought.âÂ
âYou should,â Kiri replies, unintentionally flexing as he stretches. You do your best to not stare. âA good drink and a dance always helps toâŠease the tension.â Your ears perk at the way he says the last three words: seductive. Suggestive. A hot promise lying between the lines. If he meant it to come off this way, he succeeded because your body instantly responds.Â
âEspecially with good company, Iâm sure,â you say, shocking yourself by flirting back. Even more so with the way you stare straight at Kiri and Bakugou while you say it, memorizing their eye color for later. The two look like they want to say more to you, but they are interrupted by two pineapples being shoved at them.Â
âFor Mr. Kirishima?â the bartender calls. Their drinks are done which means they are leaving now. You feel a pang of disappointment, but it ebbs somewhat when Kiri shoots you a smile. âSee ya around, Y/N,â he says before walking off with his husband. As they leave, Bakugou turns back to look at you, his crimson eyes playing with you over the rim of his shades.Â
When you turn around to order a cool drink of water (because you desperately need it), your bikini bottoms feel sticky and youâre bothered. Extremely bothered. Especially when you sense that the couple is still eyeing you down from the back. Your nipples tingle beneath your bikini top and everything feels too stimulating. You havenât had any guy make you feel this horny in years, let alone your husband!Â
Maybe you will take your friendâs advice tonight. There is no shame in flirting and having a little fun that doesnât involve infidelity. Luckily for you, your husband has the same idea that the hot couple did: a night at Paradise.
When you go back upstairs for a shower and a nap, he peppers you in apologetic kisses. âI thought a lot about what you said earlier and I wanna make it up to you. Tonight will just be about you and me.â You believe him when he says this, trusting his wordâŠ.until you actually get there.Â
After a shower, a nap, and some dinner at the buffet, you dress in your vacation clubbing finest: a short, backless dress that ties at the neck and some strapped gold heels with your white toes out. You leave your braids down, spray some fruity body mist on your skin, slather your body in shimmery oil, and you feel delicious as you stare at yourself in the mirror.Â
You wonder, briefly, if the sexy couple you met earlier will think so too. Youâd be lying if you said you arenât looking forward to seeing them tonight if they come. Itâs the only thing worth staying for as you watch your drunk husband flirt with an Amazonian woman with the skin-tight dress, spray tan, and veneers right in your face. You canât even enjoy the beautiful, tropical ambience or the music because of how irritated you are.Â
First, your husband decided to pre-game by ordering a whiskey with dinner. Now heâs here barely spending time with you when you look like a whole snack and disrespecting you?! He wouldnât even be here if you didnât pay for the trip!
The woman gives a raucous laugh at something he says, her teeth reminding you of a camelâs. âI canât believe you live so close to me! Whatâs it like there? Are the guys as handsome as you?âÂ
Your husband grins, sloppy and proud. You decide youâve had enough and stroll up to them, putting a possessive hand on his shoulder. âYes, they are,â you reply to the irritated woman. You whip your husband around to face you, fixing his collar. âBabe, why donât we go get some drinks? Thereâs tons of cheap choices.âÂ
At the mention of more booze, he nods and goes into his shorts for his wallet. Then he pats himself down. Then he checks his phone. âShit, I left my card in the room,â he huffs. âWhy donât you get the drinks, babe? Youâve got your money, right?â You stare at him, your anger boiling like hot soup. âYou left your credit card upstairs?â you hiss.Â
âBut it was your idea to come here. Not mine.â Your husband begins to look around the room, concerned about other people but not you. âListen, letâs not do this here, especially in public. Just get us some drinks and we can discuss this later.â
He gives you a look like he isnât down with your âBSâ tonight and you quickly storm off, heading to the bar. You could leave him standing here if you wanted to. Then he can be concerned with what other people think.Â
You are so angry that you nearly miss someone calling your name from the end of the bar. You look and your heart flips at the sight of the sexy couple that have been invading your thoughts since your first meeting at the pool.
Both are wearing Hawaiian shirts in differing ways (Kiriâs is slightly unbuttoned at the chest while Bakugou keeps his open to expose his white wife beater underneath) and shorts that donât drag your attention to their dicks at all.Â
âHey, you made it!â Kiri announces, looking overjoyed to see you. Bakugou sits on a stool, a smirk playing on his juicy-looking lips. âSo she decided to show up. Whereâs your husband at?âÂ
He looks around the club glowing with pink and purple lights shaped like palm leaves.
âOh, chatting away with new friends,â you passively reply, so glad that you sprayed yourself with your favorite body mist. âSo nice to see you two again.â Bakugou shrugs, his eyes flitting across your form. âWell, we did say weâd be here.âÂ
âCorrection: I said we MIGHT show up,â Kiri states, earning an eye roll from his husband. âBut now that youâre here, Iâm glad we decided to come tonight. You look great.â His crimson eyes drink in your outfit and legs glowing with shimmery, gold oil, much to your satisfaction. âYou two donât look too bad yourselves,â you flirt, shooting them both a smile. âThe Hawaiian print fits you.âÂ
âBakugou hates it,â Kiri whispers, making you giggle. He raises a brow at you, curious. âSo your man sent you to get drinks? Or are you just that independent?âÂ
You can tell he is trying to joke with you, but knows that your answer is the latter. âBoth,â you sigh. âHeâs a little occupied right now, but he wanted us to come here tonight. Something we could both do together.âÂ
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. What a crock of shit. âAnd whereâs he at now?â Bakugou wonders aloud, still looking around the room. Why he wants to meet your spouse so badly is beyond you. âHe should be rightâŠâ
You turn, pointing an acrylic nail behind you at the spot where your husband was beforeâŠbut he is gone. Your stomach drops and you begin to look around the club at unfamiliar faces. He couldnât haveâŠhe wouldnâtâŠÂ
Then you hear his ridiculous, drunk laugh and peer across the dance floor where he is sitting in a wicker chair with another woman with enough Botox in her face that her muscles donât move. You feel your anger reach its breaking point. He left you. He left you.
âHold my spot,â you growl to the couple, and then youâre storming off, titties and hair angrily bouncing as you do. Your eyes are set dead on your husband, ready to tear him a new one.Â
When you finally stop in front of him, it takes him a while to even register your presence. In the time you were at the bar, he has gotten even drunker, his collar askew and his eyes glassy. âThere you are!â he exclaims.
You place a hand on your hip, glaring down at him. âAnd here you are, abandoning me and talking to a chick who isnât your wife.âÂ
The Botox womanâs face pales and she scowls at your man. âYour wife?â she scoffs. âYou didnât tell me you were married! Whereâs your wedding band?!â Your eyes shoot down to his hand. Sure enough, itâs gone. He took it off.Â
âThat was just so I wouldnât lose it!â your husband quickly protests. He stands and puts his hands up as if calming a crazed animal. âRelax, babe. Sheâs just interested in a possible investment in my company.â You cut your eyes to the woman sipping her martini, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. âOh, Iâm sure she is,â you mutter. âCan I talk to you for a minute?âÂ
You turn and begin to walk off, but you hear your husband sigh, âOh, here we goâ. That enrages you even further. You storm off to a secluded area in the club, arms crossed and fuming. Your husband follows, looking aloof to your rage. âWhatâd I do now, Mommy?â he drunkenly asks.
You shove him, earning a few looks of interest and alarm. âDonât talk to me like that!â you hiss. âHow could you just abandon me like that in a place Iâm unfamiliar with and with people that I donât know?!âÂ
Your husband glares at you, confused and irritated. âI didnât abandon you! You were getting the drinks!âÂ
But you barely listen to this half-assed argument, firing off like a firecracker. âThatâs the other thing; you wanted to come here tonight and you left the room without your money. So now your wife has to pay for everything while you get drunk off of my dime and flirt with other women.â
You flash your hand at him where your diamond ring glistens. âAnd I didnât leave my ring either!âÂ
Your husband rolls his eyes, his face growing red. âI wasnât flirting withââÂ
âOh, save it!â you snap. âOr were you too trashed those other times too that you donât even remember?â He pulls a face, looking at you as if youâre the crazy one. âWhat is this about, Y/N? Why are you being this way?â
You can feel tears pushing at your tear ducts, but you push them away; you refuse to cry in public. âI wanted to come on this trip for us to get closer,â you lament. âFor us to build that romance again; that spark that weâre missing! And youâre not even trying even a little bit!âÂ
And instead of showing you compassion and understanding, your husband continues to neglect and invalidate your feelings. âListenâŠI donât know what you want me to fucking do,â he tiredly sighs. âI canât be the perfect man that youâre looking for, Y/N. He doesnât exist.âÂ
âClearly,â you bitterly think. He has shown you that.Â
âI do everything for you and this is how you repay me,â he scoffs, still scowling. âWell, fine, if you feel that way, Iâll just leave you be.â He takes a step back and then turns around, walking towards the exit. Your eyes widen at him, gobsmacked. âWait, youâre leaving?â you gasp. âYou canât be serious. Youâre gonna leave me here alone?âÂ
Then your husband turns around and you think heâs going to apologize; to tell you he is just jokingâŠbut then he motions his hands at you in a âshoo, shooâ motion as if you are a mere, pesky fly. âCome upstairs when youâre done acting like a bitch to me,â he cooly says. And then he leaves you alone for good, standing in the club completely humiliated and heartbroken.Â
Luckily, someone comes to your rescue to save you from your heartbreak. They tap you on the shoulder and you turn to see Kiri standing there with a gigawatt smile on his handsome face. âExcuse me, miss; me and my husband saw you across the bar and really dug your vibe. Can we buy you a drink?â
He gives you a wink that somehow masks the heartbreak youâre feeling. âJust make sure itâs strong,â you joke back.Â
He begins to lead you back to the bar where Bakugou sits, sipping on a mai tai. âDid you find your husband?â Kiri asks, taking the mojito that Bakugou passes to him. âWhereâs he at? I thought we were meeting him.â
You stare warily at the pros, biting back tears. âUhâŠhe wasnât feeling too good and went upstairs,â you lie.Â
Bakugou sees right through it like itâs glass. He takes a final sip of his drink, draining the glass, and nearly slams it on the bar. âYâknow, youâre just as bad as this one when you lie,â he roughly says, nudging Kiri in the arm. âEyes goinâ off to the side, a little pause like youâre thinkinâ of somethinâ on the spotâŠyouâre not slick.âÂ
You feel your body flush under the strobe lights. âOh, no,â you think, lamenting to yourself. âNow heâs gonna ask you why you lied, you dummy!âÂ
But to your surprise, Bakugou leans one beefy, inked arm over the bar, waving down the bartender. âBut if youâre truly hellbent on coverinâ your manâs back, we wonât push it. If anything, I respect itâŠcanât understand why the goofy left you here though.â He waves a hand again at the bartender, growing irritated at being ignored.Â
âYeah,â Kiri agrees, standing behind Bakugouâs stool and rubbing his shoulders to calm him. He is so tall that he towers over you, somehow making you feel more safe than intimidated by his sheer size. âItâs kinda weird he would just leave without you, unless he had food poisoning or somethinâ.âÂ
Maybe itâs the hot wash of lights or the men accompanying you, but you feel the truth push at your throat. âHe didnât,â you admit. The couple immediately turn their attention to you. âI caught him talking to another woman, we had a fight, and then he left.âÂ
Kiri blinks his crimson eyes at you. âHe left you alone?â he asks in disbelief. âHere?â
You slowly nod, biting your lower lip to keep from crying in front of these two strangers. âHe told me to come upstairs when I stopped being a bitch,â you add, cracking a wry smile at the two. âCan you believe this is my marriage?â You laugh it off, but the couple can tell that it is fake and icy.
âShit, I already thought the guy was a loser; now, itâs a fact for sure,â Bakugou grumbles.Â
âLeaving your wife or girlfriend in the middle of a club is NOT manly,â Kiri growls, eyes flashing with anger. âGood thing weâre with you. We can keep you company as long as youâre here!â
Bakugou passes Kiri's mojito to you, coaxing you to sip. âAnd you can tell us more about this asshole you decided to marry.â He bangs on the bar, scaring a few people. âYo, bartender! Youâre about to lose your tip!âÂ
You take a tiny sip of the mojito, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of mint, lime, and rum. Kiri pats the empty stool beside Bakugou and you sit, crossing one leg over the other, your dress riding up slightly on your thighs. Kiri sits on your left, sandwiching you between himself and his husband.Â
The bartender returns, sweating slightly and out of breath. âApologies, Mr. Bakugou! Free rounds for the happy couple?â The couple turn to look at you, asking you in silence. âItâs free rounds, darlings,â you giggle, flipping your braids over one shoulder. âIâd be happy to shareâŠand a rum punch too, please!â Â
Two rum punches and three tequila shots later, you are spilling your guts to the couple. The three of you sit in a secluded lounge area overlooking the beach, the silver moon glowing off of the waves softly crashing on the shore.
Most people are on the dance floor or at the bar, so you have privacy with the two hunks who sit across from you in lounge chairs. You sit on a small hammock held between two fake palm trees, talking on and on about your husbandâs neglect and bummy, crummy ways.Â
Through it all, the couple stay quiet, paying close attention to you. You appreciate their listening ears, feeling better just getting it all out.
âSo we packed up and came on this vacay in the hopes of rekindling our romance,â you explain, nursing a glass of water that Bakugou ordered for you. âIt was my idea and he went along with it, butâŠnow Iâm thinking that this was a total waste of time.â You place a hand on your head, mostly because it is spinning but also because you feel so stupid.Â
âFor him?â Kiri says, sipping his second mojito. âIâd have to say yes; there is NO gettinâ through a guy like that, sweetheart. But a trip like this for yourself is never a waste! You come here to enjoy the pool, the excursions, and makinâ new friends like us.âÂ
You laugh, finding his words adorable. âWeâre friends?â you giggle, not realizing how this sounds: like you want to be more. âWell, I guess only friends would buy me drinks and listen to me trauma dump.âÂ
Bakugou clucks his tongue, rolling his vermillion eyes. His eyes are so prettyâŠlike rubies. âItâs not trauma dumping if we wanna hear it, silly girl.â Kiri nods, agreeing. âBakugouâs right, sweetheart. We like you; plus, youâre the first girl weâve met here that isnât tryinâ to have a threesome with us.âÂ
He doesnât know how wrong he is. And if he keeps calling you âsweetheartâ, who knows what will happen next. âI like you guys too,â you admit, flushing bashfully. âYou make a cute couple; Iâm almost jealous!âÂ
Bakugou cracks a humored smile, sipping a piña colada now. âWell, donât be. The bartenders already think weâre together.â His tongue glints with somethingâa piercing, you realizeâas he toys with the straw in his glass.Â
Suddenly, a thought pops into your head that you have no business saying aloud: âWouldnât it be funny if we acted as a couple this whole trip just for the hell of it? Two sexy husbands and their pretty wife?â You begin to laugh a little too much, your cheeks hurting and tears pricking at your lashes coated in mascara.Â
When you stop, you realize that the couple arenât laughing. Theyâre just staring dead at you. âYeah,â Kiri deadpans. âHilarious.âÂ
Suddenly, the air feels tense and the magic from the alcohol is fading. You donât feel sexy or confident anymore; just awkward. You take a couple sips of the water and place it on the âW-Well, itâs getting late and my husband is probably wondering where I am.âÂ
âNo, heâs not,â Bakugou argues. The finality in his tone stops you short, rendering you speechless. âAny dickhead who leaves his wife alone in a club isnât thinkinâ âbout her well-being at all.â His gaze is intense and unwavering as he stares at you over his glass rim. âSorry to break it to ya, babe.âÂ
Babe? Sweetheart? What the fuck is going on here? âŠ.And why are you so okay with it? Youâre so wrapped up in decoding this situation when suddenly, the couple leave their post and come to sit with you in the hammock. Gently, they both climb in and sandwich you between them, their tree-trunk legs dangling off of the side with you.Â
âSo why not spend the night with two guys who actually want your attention?â Bakugou asks, his lips just a little too close to your ear. You suddenly lose the ability to function like a human being. âW-What?â you stammer, turning to the blonde. âWhat do youââÂ
âYou know what I mean,â he interjects. âCan you really sit here and act like you donât want us too?â One of his hands lays on your knee, making your skin tingle.Â
âWeâve been watchinâ you for awhile now,â Kiri confesses, his hand brushing your fingertips. âIt wasnât our intention to ever do anything with another person on this trip, but when we saw you at the poolâŠâ He pauses, taking a breath. âShit, Y/N, our want for you was instant.â Your pussy gushes at his sinful confession, leaving your thighs trembling. Â
âAnd when we found out your bitch ass husband left you alone here?â Bakugouâs lips stretch into a smile, his eyes mischievous. âIt was a wrap.â You canât believe what youâre hearing. Out of anyone else in here, these two happily married men want you tonight?Â
âWe donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â Kiri gently says, taking your silence for discomfort. âIf intimacy isnât on the table for you, we can just stay here, share some drinks, and danceâŠor if you really feel uncomfortable, just tell us and weâll leave you be. Your comfort matters to us, Y/N.â
This man barely knows you and he is showing you more consideration than your husband has in months. Bakugouâs lips brush against your ear, the smell of mint and rum on his tongue. âEither way, we wanna make your husband regret ever leaving you here alone tonight,â he murmurs. âSo whatâs it gonna be, little one?â
Little one. How did he know that name makes you wet?
You have never been hornier than you are right now sitting between these two studs. The tequila and rum youâve consumed over the hour helps too. It helps you make the first move by turning towards Kiri, cupping his face in his hands, and pressing your lips to his. He makes a small noise of surprise before he melts into your kiss, his soft lips moving against yours. âMmm,â he hums against your lips, the sound seducing you.Â
When you pull away, his crimson eyes are dazed and hooded. You then turn to Bakugou who watches with bated breath. âYou get one too, Dynamight,â you giggle before your lips are crushed against his. Just like his hubby, Bakugouâs kiss causes sparks to ignite in the air and your arousal to switch to hyperdrive. The yearning you feel for these two is instantaneous and intense.
When you pull away, you take their hands in both of yours and interlace your fingers. âSo I guess itâs your room then, boys?â you seductively ask, peering up at them through your lashes.Â
Somehow, moments later, you find yourself in between the two married pros on a big bed, stark naked and their big, hard, throbbing, pretty cocks stiff in your hands as you stroke them up and down, up and down. You keep your dress on, but your straps were tugged off by Bakugou to expose your tits while Kiri stripped off your heels, blushing as he told you how pretty your feet were.Â
You pay close attention to their luscious moans and responsive hums of pleasure as your hands, slick with your saliva, twist around the base as you scale them up to their bulbous tips dripping in pre all for you. You take a couple licks at the white pearls, smiling as their moans grow louder at the feeling of your tongue on them. They felt your tongue minutes before once they stripped, letting you indulge in every rippling muscle they had.Â
When they finally took off their pants, you were amazed. While both big and veiny, they have their differences too: Bakugou is smooth and curves upward while Kiri is thick, has a happy trail, and has a dick piercing. You gaped at both of them while the two softly chuckled, finding your reaction endearing.
âIâm guessinâ your man is lackinâ in this department?â Bakugou asked, his hand curling in your braids. Staring at the cock in your face, you silently nodded. Severely, your husband was lacking.
Tap-tap.
Bakugou tapped his tip slightly against your lips, his hooded eyes exploding with lust. âWell? You just gonna stare or take care of âem?â Kiri bit his lip and watched, silently urging you to do as you wanted to his dick.Â
You do just that, sliding Bakugouâs hard cock into your mouth while you continue to stroke Kiri, loving their eyes on you as you take the blonde deeper, hollowing your cheeks. You raise your eyes to him, watching his handsome face flush red as he watches you throat him, his hips slowly grinding to push himself deeper. âAh, shit,â he sighs, his eyes sexily rolling back to show the whites and red tendrils of his eyeballs. Â
Kiri toothily grins at his husband fucking your mouth, still slowly fucking your hand. âFeelinâ good, Kats?â he chuckles. âMe too. Sheâs beinâ such a good girl, isnât she?â He sticks two fingers under your chin to catch the drool that has begun to drip down from your lips and sucks your saliva off of them, staring straight at you as he does.Â
âAlmost,â Bakugou replies, laughing to himself. âShe needs to take this dick a little more.â So he speeds up, increasing his speed so the sounds of you gagging and your wet throat flexing around his cock are more intense and lively, causing him to groan.
âOpen wide, baby,â he grunts. âOpen that throat up for me.â Youâre feeling good and used now as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your lip gloss and staining your cheeks with mascara.Â
âGod, yes, baby!â he groans. âDeeper. Take me deeper.â
You donât know how much deeper he can go. Your eyes sting with tears as you feel your throat protest against being filled, causing you to gag more. But you push through, breathing through your nostrils and letting the pro fuck your jaw off of its hinges, your spit dripping down to your tits from your chin.Â
âDonât make her choke now, Kats,â Kiri says, though his cock throbs in your palm at the sight of you gagging on husbandâs dick. âI still need my turn.â Bakugou huffs with irritation, but slides out, letting you suck in some air. âFine; just donât hog her. Thatâll piss me off.âÂ
Then itâs Kiriâs turn. He is thicker than Bakugou so when he slides into your mouth, you feel it. The wet walls to your throat stretch around him as he slides in deeper, causing you to open your throat as if you are preparing to yawn to accommodate him.
The redhead tilts his head back and moans to the ceiling, his big hand gripping the back of your head. âOh, fuck!â he moans, pumping his hips forward and back, fucking your throat as if it were a toy.Â
You feel absolutely, positively used. You feel like the sluttiest woman who has ever walked the earth. And you love every second of it. Bakugou smiles sinfully as he watches you deepthroat Kiri, making his husband moan and whimper as your throat constricts and flexes around hum.
âI knew youâd be good at this, cutie,â he groans. He pulls you off of Kiri to look deep into his eyes. âYouâre just our type too: pretty and eager.âÂ
His lips crash against yours and his tongue slips into your mouth, never mind that you just sucked two cocks. He kisses you passionately and eagerly, relishing and swallowing the muffled moans you make. And then heâs taking Kiriâs cock and sliding it back into your mouth for you, using his hand to push you down on his husbandâs shaft.Â
âAnd very small,â Kiri adds, chuckling through panted breath. âSmall enough to pick up and put in any position you wanna get fucked in tonight.â He peers down at you through red slits for his eyes as you throat his cock, sucking and glucking as if it is your profession, spit and pre placing your lipgloss.Â
âWould you like that, baby?â he murmurs. You peer up at him through your lashes, feeling heat pool between your thighs. âMmm-hmm,â you hum around his cock.Â
Bakugou snatches you away and replaces Kiriâs dick with his, fucking your mouth once more. Your eyes roll back as his cock slides against your throat, filling it, taking it for his own. âOh, fuck, yes,â he groans, his fist full of your braids. âTake it, baby. You take it so fuckinâ good.â
His muscles tense as he pistons into your mouth as he would a fleshlight or Kiriâs ass, his balls full of cum and slapping slightly against your chin.Â
You feel Kiriâs big palm on your ass, stroking it over your dress. âYouâre still wearinâ too much,â he growls, squeezing a handful of your ass. Bakugou watches with interest, loving how you look arching your back as you suck him dry. âNot a bad view,â he hums. ââSpecially from this angle.âÂ
SMACK!Â
Your body flinches and you moan around the cock in your mouth as you feel a sting from Bakugouâs assault on your asscheeks. Kiriâs thick fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to stare up at his handsome, flushed face. âLook up at me, cutie pie. Show me those pretty eyes while you suck my husbandâs fat dick.âÂ
SMACK!
Bakugou smacks your ass hard again, definitely using some of his quirk because of the sharp zap you feel licking across your skin despite the fabric of your dress. âArch that back a little more, babe,â he gently coos despite rudely fucking your throat. âI wanna see that pussy while you suck me off.âÂ
He pulls the hem of your dress up to reveal the thong settled between your asscheeks..and currently being eaten up by your pussy, wet pussy. Kiri practically drools at the sight, grabbing your ass at the same time Bakugou does.
âA thong?â he tuts. âWhat a slut weâve got, Kats.â Bakugou growls in agreement, palming the soft globes of your butt. âBetcha wore this hopinâ youâd get fucked by another man tonight,â he growls. âOr maybe by us.âÂ
SMACK!Â
âAm I right?â he asks. You feel your asscheeks recoil against his palm, the zap of electricity from his sweaty palm making your senses fire up.
âY-Yes!â you whimper out. Despite the pain, there is pleasure mixed in the stinging sensation, causing your clit to throb against the slick, sticky fabric of your thong stuck against your pussy lips.Â
SMACK!Â
This time, Kiri does it and he hits very hard. You wouldnât be shocked if he left a handprint. âSorry, little one,â he chuckles. âI just couldnât resist you anymore.â
He continues to spank your ass, lighting fire across your cheeks and possibly using his quirk too to make his hand a lot rougher. Bakugou slips his cock out and feeds you Kiriâs instead, his dick throbbing and twitching as his husband roughly fucks your mouth this time around.Â
You feel his sneaky fingers wrap around the thin waistband of your thong, pulling it so it rubs against your needy slit. âSuch a little minx,â he continues as he toys with your thong. âWantinâ to get fucked by total strangers.âÂ
SNAP!Â
He snaps the thin string back into place like a rubber band, making you jump from the slight sting as it hits your skin. âShit, look at how wet she is!â Kiri groans. âItâs drippinâ all down these thighs.â He and Bakugou stare at the slick staining your inner thighs which you didnât realize either. Youâve never been this wet before.Â
âAll of this just for a couple of spanks on that ass and dick in your mouth?â Bakugou chuckles, thoughtfully stroking your asscheeks. âYeah, weâre definitely not lettinâ you go back to that dickhead now.âÂ
Kiri pulls his cock out of your wet mouth, causing a string of spit to connect from his tip to your bottom lip. âYouâre stuck with us tonight, baby,â he says, his voice low and sultry. âAnd maybe for the next six days too.â
He lays you back on the bed, dangling your legs off of the edge as he and Bakugou kneel before you. Their eyes glint at you like twin moons, hot with lust. âNow let us show you what we do to pretty pussies like yours.âÂ
Somehow, you find yourself on your back with the entire room spinning and swirling as the married couple proceed to share your pussy like it is their last meal on their vacation. Sometimes they share, both of their tongues and soft lips sucking, slurping, licking, and caressing every inch of your sensitive, sopping wet cunt. They alternate between each other too, both of them individually eating you out too.Â
Kiri is a whole munch, diving deep into the wet depths of your pussy, moaning about how good and sweet you taste. His crimson eyes lock dead on you, paying attention to the way you respond to his tongue flicks and swirls. Your husband has NEVER eaten you out like this: so eagerly and sloppily yet still considering your pleasure and what you need.
You writhe and squirm against Kiriâs mouth, gripping his red locks for dear life. âO-Oh, shit!â you moan. âOh, fuck yes, yes, yes! Thatâs s-so, so good!âÂ
The redhead hums in amusement, tearing the lips on his face away from your wet, puffy ones below with a wet pop! âSuch a squirmer,â he cackles, his big hands squeezing the flesh where your thighs meet your ass.
Bakugou, who has begun to fist his leaking, hard cock, has his sights set dead on your pussy. âHold her down. Sheâs not gonna do shit when Iâm tongue fuckinâ that pussy.âÂ
The blonde is a little rougher and more possessive than Kiri, but still eager to slurp up everything you give him. He holds one of your thighs, pressing one leg open while Kiri has the other, the both of them working together to ensure that you canât move as Bakugou eats your pussy with abandon.
You cry and sob at his tongue lashings, the cold metal of his tongue piercing melting like ice cream against the soaking, hot walls of your pussy.Â
You feel another tongue caressing the other hole you have down below, the wetness of his spit slipping down your asscrack. âMmm, fuck, Kiri,â you whine. The redhead grins against your asscheeks, one hand massaging the globes while he wiggles his tongue against your asshole.
âYeah?â he teases. âYou like gettinâ this ass eaten too?â You whimper as Bakugou sucks on your clit at the same time Kiri presses an open-mouthed kiss to your asshole. âLittle slut,â he whispers before his tongue is rimming the tight hole of your ass.Â
Your eyes widen and your mouth falls slack. You have never had anyone eat your ass before, but this was something you discussed with the couple before coming in here. During the walk back to their room, you discussed all the things you want to try and enjoy in the bedroom, including the possibility of anal sexâsomething your husband wouldnât dare to discuss.Â
âHey,â Bakugou suddenly growls, nipping at your inner thigh with his teeth. âDonât neglect me. Iâm the one puttinâ in work down here too.âÂ
SMACK!Â
You shriek, damn near cumming as his palm comes down on your clit, a zap of electricity making your toes curl and your thighs buckle. âI-Iâm sorry!â you sob. âI wonât do it again, Daddy, I promise!â
His vermillion eyes glare at you as he smirks, cocky and proud. âDamn right, you wonât; not if you wanna cumâŠand you do wanna cum, donât you, little one?â he murmurs before taking your clit into his mouth and gently sucking on the nub.Â
He and Kiri continue to slurp at your holes, their saliva dripping down your thighs and your asscrack, soaking you and making your holes even more lubricated. It helps for their tongues to dip in and fuck you, causing your moans to grow louder, so loud that youâre sure that the entire resort can hear you. You dig your hands in their hair and grip their scalps as you feel yourself peaking, your orgasm cresting so much that your back arches.Â
âOh, my God, Iâm gonna cum!â you wail out. âIâm gonnaâŠIâm gonna fuckingâŠ!â
The two men lick faster, their tongues and lips encouraging you to spill your cum all over them. In a split second, you do and you nearly scream to the heavens as the pleasure engulfs you, washing you away on a wave. The couple moan and growl in appreciation as you spill your cream all over their tongues; they lick away, cleaning up every inch of you. The cum that spills down your asscrack, Kiri catches, feral grunts escaping him.Â
When you are finally twitching and whimpering, the two stop, their lips coated in your juices. You watch in awe as they begin to kiss in front of you, mashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. You could cum again just by looking at them.
âLetâs give this hole a break now,â Kiri suggests, his smile mischievous and lustful. One finger rims your asshole, making you flinch at the sensitivity. âI think this one here needs some more playinâ with.â
He turns to Bakugou, puckering his lips at him. âGet the lube for us, wonât you, hubby?â he teases.
Minutes later, after Bakugou grabs a travel bottle of warming, edible lube from the nightstand, you are turned over and bent over the bed, your ass sticking in the air and gripping the sheets as one of Bakugouâs thick fingers gently probes your ass. âOh!â you gasp, your eyes rolling behind your head. âAh, fuck!âÂ
âDoes it hurt?â Bakugou asks. You whimper, shaking your head into the bed, but he thoughtfully strokes your ass, envoking a response from you. âAnswer me, little one. Gotta know youâre okay.âÂ
âN-No,â you squeak. âJustâŠa lot.â It is a foreign feeling that is different from Kiriâs tongue, but the lube and copious amounts of spit that Kiri provided earlier help a lot. Bakugou slips his finger in a little more, taking in the way your body talks to him. âNice and slow, little one. Gotta make sure we donât hurt you.âÂ
Hurt isnât even a word in your vocab at this point. Your pussy is gushing like it hasnât before, slipping down your thighs as Bakugou slowly fucks your ass with his finger, opening you up more and more. âFuck, youâre so tight here,â he grunts. âIâve been watchinâ this ass all night. Just wanna fuck you here.âÂ
SMACK!Â
He gives your ass a playful slap that has you singing and crooning like a songbird into the sheets stained in your makeup. âStretch you out the way you need to be,â he murmurs with want, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need between his thighs. Kiri wraps a hand around his husbandâs cock and slowly begins stroking him while he brings his lips over to your pussy.Â
âBut donât worry, cutie; weâll fuck you here too. Canât neglect her, now, can we?â He puckers his lips and spits on your pussy before slurping it back up, stimulating your kitty while Bakugou continues to fuck the puckered hole of your ass. âFuck, look at you,â he rasps. âLittle vixen is gettinâ wetter from this.â
Kiri hums in agreement, your cream and his spit sliding down his chin.
âAll it takes is some fingers in your pretty little asshole, donât it?â the blonde asks before he adds his tongue into the mix, licking around your hole as he continues to probe the tight hole with his finger.Â
âOh, fuck!â you whimper. âPlease! More!â Bakugou laughs, taken aback. âMore?â he parrots, grinning. âWhat, you want these dicks now? Is that it? Are these fingers and tongues not enough for some slutty holes like yours?âÂ
You canât help it; his dirty words coax your body to move on its own and you toss yourself back into Bakugouâs finger, taking the digit fully in your ass. âThatâs a good girl, little one,â Kiri murmurs, his tongue swirling around your clit. âFuck yourself on Katsukiâs finger. Make yourself cum again.âÂ
And you do. The stimulation and the warming lube are too much, making every part of your body sensitive to the touch. âH-Ha, o-oh, m-m-my G-God!â you stutter, your hips bucking like a bullâs. âI-Iâm gonna cum again!âÂ
âOh, yeah?â Kiri laughs against your pussy. âDo it, cutie. Cum for us again. Make that pretty hole cum for us.â He and Bakugou continue to lick, grunting and moaning into your holes, pushing you further to the edge.Â
But instead of that warmth in your core, you feel a tickle in your bladder and you realize with horror what is happening. âWait, you guys!â you shout in a warning. âWait, I donât thinkâŠIâm gonna pee! Stop!â
But they donât and unfortunately for you, liquid squirts and spills wildly from your pussy and into Kiriâs mouth. He sputters in shock though he doesnât pull away, slurping up every ounce of you.Â
âShit, she squirted!â Bakugou gasps, laughing in disbelief at the scene. âIâm guessinâ her man never made her do that,â he cackles. He dives down and licks some up for himself, moaning in appreciation and satisfaction at your taste. âThereâs plenty more where that came from.âÂ
You donât even know what âmoreâ looks like for you. You think squirting when youâve never before just about takes the cake, but as the two men climb up on the bed with you, you know that this is not the case for them.Â
Kiri gently rubs your back, placing his palm at the middle of your spine as you huff and puff, exhausted. âTuckered out, little baby?â he coos. Wordlessly, you shake your head. Despite your exhaustion, your need for their cocks is more. âNo?â he chuckles. âEven after all that, you still want us?âÂ
âOh, baby, weâre gonna have some fun with you,â Bakugou groans. He hikes you up with ease, sitting you down in his lap, his hard cock throbbing against your tummy. âTell us you want us to fuck you,â he demands, his eyes drilling hard into yours.Â
Your response is automatic, your want ignited. âI want you to fuck me,â you reply. âWant you both inside me. Need you both to fill me up and make each other cum.â You wrap a hand around both of them, earning wanton groans in response to your touch. âPlease, Daddies?â you beg.Â
That plea and your doe-like, brown eyes peering up at them lead to you straddling Kiriâs lap while his thick cock slides against your slit, nudging your clit and making you slippery enough to slide down his shaft. The big, beefy redhead leans back against the headboard, his big hands massaging your ass while you straddle his thighs, grinding your pussy against the shaft of his throbbing dick. âYou feel so good, Kiri,â you moan, gripping his shoulders.Â
The redhead jerkingly nods in agreement, biting his lip at the feeling. âYou do too. Easy now, cutie. Iâm bigger than your husband, so take all the time that youââÂ
Evidently, you already had enough time because youâre suddenly sliding your dripping pussy down on him. You both loudly moan at the explosive pleasure, your gummy walls tight and silky around his velvety, pulsing cock. âThat was easy,â Bakugou chuckles. âCock slut couldnât wait to take you.â He is on his knees behind you, rutting his cock up against your asshole.Â
You feel tears prick your eyes, making them glassy and wet as you bring yourself up and down on Kiriâs thick cock, whimpers and sobs leaving your sticky lips. âOh, fuck, Kiri!â you sob. âYouâre so fucking big! Youâre stretching me out so good!â
You can feel itâeverytime you come down, you somehow feel yourself stretching more. Despite your husbandâs nice penis, he could never make you feel this needy. This desperate to take more.Â
Bakugou presses a kiss to your shoulder, his pre-cum staining your asscheeks. âSlowly, baby. Thereâs no rush for this. Iâm lettinâ you use my man, so be grateful.âÂ
You bite your trembling lip, doing your best to go slow. âI-I am,â you whimper. âThank you!â The blonde groans at your sweetness, his tip nudging your asshole.Â
Kiri watches your bouncing tits as you come up and down on his cock like a little bunny, his face flushed red and his eyes crimson slits. âSuch a little sweetheart,â he groans. âAnd such a sweet little pussy too, f-f-fuck!â He grips your ass tighter, drawing you to him.
âRide me, angel,â he begs, staring up at you. âPlease bounce on my cock. Keep usinâ that dick like a toy, little one. Use me.âÂ
You do as youâre told and begin bouncing a little faster on him, creating an orgasmic rhythm that takes you both to paradise. You dig your nails into Kiriâs shoulders, damn near breaking skin, but he doesnât care. Not when your cunt is this good.
âGuess you ainât the only slut here,â Bakugou chuckles. âDoes she feel good, Eji?â The redhead whimpers in reply, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. âWords,â the blonde growls.Â
âY-Yeah!â Kiri grunts out. âSo good!â Bakugou hums in enjoyment and satisfaction, tucking his hand between you to rub Kiriâs heavy balls. âThen fuck her back. Donât make her do all the work.â Kiri does as he is told, raising his hips to meet you as you come down, plunging his cock deeper inside of you.Â
As he does this, Bakugouâs tip passes the threshold of your ass a bit, making you gasp. âIâm gonna go in now, baby,â he warns. âJust relax. You feel nice and loose now. Itâs fuckinâ gapinâ for me.â You can feel it, the walls of your ass nice and stretched, the cool air making you shiver.Â
âFuck, thatâs hot!â Kiri groans. âSheâs stretched out here too.â And heâs rightâyou are so stretched open by his cock that he has no problem fucking you dumb, sliding you up and down, up and down, along his cock slick with your juices and his pre-cum.Â
âYou ready, baby girl?â Bakugou whispers, his lips toying with your ear. âJust tap my thigh if you need me to stop. That goes for shitty hair too.â It takes a moment to find your words, but you do despite your head dizzy with pleasure. You turn to hook an arm around his head, pulling him closer. âYes, sir,â you mewl.Â
âJust the tip,â he grunts before he slides the rest of the way in, pushing past the rim of your ass. He grunts in pleasure as a strange howl escapes you, making you feel like a totally different person. A stranger. A slut who likes getting fucked by two fat cocks in both of her holes.Â
âOh, my God!â you wail, your head falling against Kiriâs chest. Bakugou slides the tip out an inch and goes back in, repeating this action for a couple of minutes, allowing your hole to grow familiar with his cock. âEasy; just fuck me back slowly. Take your time. Gotta make sure you can take all this dick.âÂ
The two of them begin to fuck you in unison, Kiri slowing down to match Bakugouâs tempo and not overwhelm you. Their luscious moans and feral grunts fill the bedroom smelling of sex, lube, and mingled cologne and body mist, their sweet whispers of âyouâre doinâ so good, little oneâ and âsuch a good fuckinâ slut for usâ making your body tingle with need.Â
At some point, the slow fucking flies out the window and Kiri begins to rut up into you, his hips slamming up against yours. Bakugou chuckles, still rolling his hips slow and easy as he fucks your asshole. âSo much for nice and slow. Youâre fucking her like you wanna nut, shitty hair.âÂ
âCanât help it,â the redhead grunts. âShe feels so perfect!â His balls, soaked in your juices, slap against your clit as he pounds up into you, grunting with each thrust. âGoddammit,â Bakugou hisses, âif you keep poundinâ her like that, youâll make me wanna speed up too.â His balls stimulate you too, your needy button nearly exploding from the pleasure.Â
âGo ahead,â you beg. âFuck me faster! Please!â The couple stare at you in astonishment, slightly pausing to regard you in shock. âFaster?â they ask in unison.
You nod, pressing your face into Kiriâs shoulder. You donât want them to see your faceâyou know you look a hot ass mess. Bakugou gives your ass a smack, chuckling as he does. âYouâve got it, little one. Just donât run from us.âÂ
For the next blissful minutesâor hours?â, the couple fuck your holes in unison, their cocks frotting and rubbing against one another, making them moan, grunt, and whimper into your ear. You bounce pathetically on their dicks, forced to take all of it as you whimper and sob, tears threatening to drip down your cheeks stained with ruined mascara and foundation. You have never felt this good before.Â
Brrring! Brrrring!Â
Your eyes open, your vision blurry, and you look down at the nightstand where your purse is. âMy phone!â you whine.
Kiri yanks your purse open and takes your phone out, looking at the caller ID. âOh, itâs the man of the hour!â he jokes. He grins toothily at you, flashing you your phone screen. âYour husbandâs calling, baby.âÂ
âOh, shit,â you think. What time even is it? How long have you been here? He must think youâve been kidnapped or something!Â
âAnswer it,â Bakugou grunts. âPut it on speaker.âÂ
âW-Wait!â you protest, but itâs too late. Kiri answers the phone and continues to fuck you as he stares, his breath coming out in short pants. âHelloooo? Bakugou residence.âÂ
You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your pathetic, slutty moans as the two men fuck you stupid, Bakugou yanking on your braids while Kiri rubs your clit. âWho are you?â your husband demands. âWhereâs Y/N? This is her number, isnât it?âÂ
Kiri smirks at you. âOh, it is, but Y/N canât come to the phone right now. Sheâs too busy gettinâ her brains fucked outâsomething you canât and wonât do.âÂ
Bakugou tears your hand off of your mouth, forcing those loud moans and whines to escape you, exposing the truth to your husband about his dirty little wife. âY/N, answer me!â he shouts.
You do so, moaning Bakugouâs name as his cock fills your ass. Your husband grows enraged, screaming belligerently. âYou bitch! How could you do this to me?! Iâm your husband!âÂ
Bakugou snatches the phone from Kiri, giving your husband a piece of his mind now. âThen you shouldâve thought about that before actinâ like a damn loser,â he growls. âNow shut the fuck up and stop ruininâ my fun with your wife. It ainât our fault youâre gettinâ cucked.âÂ
He then hangs up before your husband can reply and ruts into you faster alongside Kiri, their thrusts intense and merciful, making the bed shake beneath them. With their dick-alicious dicks and the saucy excitement of your husband hearing you get fucked, you canât help but feel another orgasm coming on. âMâgonna cum again!â you whimper. âIâm so close!âÂ
âCum with me,â Kiri demands, his dick jackhammering into you as you frantically rub your clit. âCum on that dick, little one. Itâs all fucking yours!âÂ
Bakugou is close too judging by how his cock pulses in your ass and his fingers dig into the flesh of your buttcheeks. âThaaatâs it,â he coos through gritted teeth. âThatâs my girl lettinâ me fuck that drippinâ little hole.âÂ
It doesnât take long for all three of you to cum together, the coupleâs thrusts stilling for a moment as they fill you to the brim with their spunk.
You moan loudly, so loud that it bounces off of the bedroom walls, as your holes clench around their cocks and your pussy spasms, spilling your honey all over Kiriâs thick, beautiful cock. Your eyelashes flutter and your muscles clench, your intense nut sending you through the stars and across the galaxy.Â
When the high fades and you go limp, the couple gently pry you off of their cocks and lay you down on your back. Like a rag doll, your body is limp and loose, allowing Bakugou to hook your legs up to expose your ass. âStay there,â he grunts. âStay right fuckinâ there. I wanna cum all over that ass.âÂ
Kiri kneels over you, his semi-hard cock hanging in your face. âIâve still got some for these pretty titties too. I want your bitch ass husband to smell us when you go back to your hotel room, cutie~âÂ
The two fuck their cocks with their hands, sending spurts of cum all over your tits and ass. You gasp at the warm droplets coating your skin, already drying. Then the couple pull you up onto your knees, holding their cocks out for you. They are coated in cum, slick and juicy. âClean us off, naughty girl,â Bakugou gruffly demands. âYou caused it, so itâs your responsibility.âÂ
You do as told, kitten-licking and slurping up the taste of your holes and their cum from their cocks, relishing the soft moans and hushed swears as you do. Once you finish, the two gently lay you on your back and lick you clean too, being extra gentle with your pussy and putting a soft pillow under your sore ass. Your entire body feels sore, but deliciously so.Â
The pros then lay side by side with you between them, Bakugou on your right while Kiri takes your left. The redhead snuggles into your backside, his hair tickling your face.
âYou were amazing, sweetheart. You definitely made this trip unforgettable, thatâs for sure!â He wraps his big arms around you, encasing you in a warm, sweaty embrace.Â
Exhaustion makes your brain foggy and you can barely focus on what he is saying to you. âMmm-hmm,â you sleepily agree.Â
Bakugou tsks, wrapping an arm around your neck, allowing his arm to be your pillow. âSuch a baby,â he huffs. âClose your eyes. Donât fight it if ya need to sleep.âÂ
In your blissed out, sleepy state, you ask the question, âSo I can spend the night?âÂ
The blonde once again tsks, scowling down at you. âWhat kinda stupid question is that? Why else would we be cuddlinâ your ass?â He presses a kiss to the crown of your forehead, making your skin flush with warmth.Â
Kiri chuckles behind you, becoming the big spoon as he squeezes you between himself and Bakugou, protecting you from the darkness and tomorrow. âThatâs a yes. You could even stay the entire trip if you wanted to, cutie.âÂ
He too kisses you, pressing one softly against your cheek. âAnd Musutafuâs only a plane ride away,â he adds. âAnythingâs possible, baby.âÂ
You sleepily smile into Bakugouâs chest, feeling his heart beat against your cheek. That all sounds so nice. The three of you? Together? They, your sexy boyfriends and you, their pretty little girlfriend? It sounds so perfectâŠÂ
Yet so unpredictable. Tomorrow is only a sunrise away and the future is uncertain. You know eventually, you will have to go back to your hotel room and face your husband. Face your problems. Face the inevitable crash and burn of your marriage. You know that you will have to return home soon and figure things out from there.Â
Everything feels unsure right now, but one thing in your mind that remains as you fall off to sleep is for sure: youâre getting a divorce.Â
Part 1: My World Part 2: It's Not Over Part 3: Ashes and Feathers Part 5: Rebirthing
(Warning: Stalking from both Dabi and Hawks. It get's spicy. Cheating. Cursing. - Had to add more to the drama, these boys are down bad for you~) Jealous Dabi and Hawks. +18 content, smut - Soft Dabi, character might be OOC, pervert Hawks, overly horny Dabi - Super cheesy Hawks, Bully and Bratty Dabi -
Part 4: Here comes Goodbye
True to Touya's word, he made a mess around Keigo's apartment.
Helped you pack and claimed you again on nearly every surface. Showered with you, helped himself to what was in the fridge and lead you away from the Heroes apartment, intertwining his larger heated hand in yours.
It was nightfall.
You two arrived in front of an abandoned house. It was littered with graffiti; windows were broken, and the grass grew wild. Cruel words were written everywhere in spray paint. You imagined it was worse and harsher words inside the house, the painful memories in this house, whoever had lived here hadn't lived a happy life.
You recognized a familiar friend walking out of the house as Touya let you ago, watching and silently sneaking away. Moving with cat-like grace and quick, silent.
"Himiko?" You called out to her, a smile tugging on your lips.
"Y/n?" The blonde teens solemn face brightened as she ran towards you and wrapped her arms around you. "Y/n! I've missed you!" She buried her face into your chest, crying happy tears.
"Would you look at that." Touya said out loud, causing both of you to tilt your heads upward and see the white-haired flame user perching lazily atop the window seat across from Toga's house. "You really do have a heart underneath dontcha, vampire brat?"
Himiko pouted. "Of course, I do." She sticks her tongue out at him.
You laugh. You knew that Touya didn't say it out loud, but underneath he did care.
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Keigo awoke in the hospital.
The phantom pain of his feathers burning sent chills down his spine as his back arched off the bed despite the numbness of the pain medication the doctors had given him. He didn't care that his beautiful, red feathers were burnt, broken and non-existent. They would grow back, they always did.
He's alive. He's got new scars to show off to his dove with pride.
That thought alone made him smile.
After talking with Best Jeanest, Endeavor and the rest of the Todoroki's Keigo went home. He couldn't wait to see you. Feel you in his arms again. It would be hard to talk, but he didn't need words to show you his love.
As The Winged Hero walked closer and closer towards his apartment, he had this weird feeling. He rechecked his phone, checked the messages he'd sent you.
His messages were left on red.
Shrugging it off that you were still asleep. He did feel slightly guilty about wearing you out this morning, only a tiny bit.
Unlocking the door and opening it, does he pause. He instantly noticed the spilled coffee on the floor and broken mug. His heartbeat thudded harder in his chest, his stomach twisting in knots.
Something was wrong. You didn't leave messes, if you did you immediately cleaned it up. He opened the door wider, nearly slamming it into the wall without a care as he stomped further into the apartment, fingers tapping fast onto the keypad of his phone.
"Dove?" The voice to text instantly said your nickname. "Are you here? Y/n?"
Nothing.
Keigo's hand tightened around the phone. His keen eyes observing the mess as he checked everywhere. You weren't in bathroom, the laundry room, the kitchen, his bedroom. He checked your bedroom last. Your dresser draw and closet door were left open.
What he saw next made his heart completely still and stop. His breath hitch in his smoke damaged and sore throat. There on top of your bed was the stuffed stitched cat he'd won for you months ago, wearing the necklace and his singular bright red, healthy feather hanging around its neck.
Keigo walked further into your room like a man possessed towards your bed. Reached out and grabbing the stuffed toy, his first present to you and the feather he'd given you this morning. His shock and sadness quickly turned into anger as he read the note Dabi left.
Keigo had been too careless. Of course, Dabi stole you back.
Keigo's body shook and trembled with rage as he tried to remain calm and focused, tried not to panic. How could he not? That flamed villain stole his dove, his mate. You.
He'd get you back.
Closing his eyes, he hugged the stuffed toy to his chest as he walked towards his bedroom, the sheets were still a tangled mess, but he didn't care. The blankets, sheets, the stuffed cat still smelled like you as the winged hero curled into a ball, he needed to rest. Needed to preserve his strength.
The Final War would be coming.
That you were right about.
Not now, or tomorrow, but soon.
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You knew you two didn't have long to stay in this hotel.
This semblance of peace before you both had to go back to the current hide out. Where Shigaraki and All For One were waiting. It still creeped you out that AFO had implanted part of his subconscious inside Tomura. It pissed you off and made you want to slap that potato headed bastard in the face, but you couldn't.
You shivered, thinking back to the ancient villain staring at you without his eyes.
That smug smirk locked in place as he gave his congratulations of your pregnancy.
Your heartbeat thudded hard in your chest. You hadn't told anybody aside from Himiko and Touya. He knew. You didn't know how, but he did.
"What a strong combination." He kept talking, even when Touya's grip around your waist tightened. "I'm curious of the child's future potential." He rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "Hellfire, Ice and healing." He hummed. "The possibilities." That unnerving grin stuck in place. "So fascinating."
You wish he'd shut up. Your hand instinctively covered your belly, tears prickling the corners. No, please... don't take our baby.
As if reading your mind, he said. "Don't worry, my dear. I won't take the tiny miracle you carry." He chuckled, no doubt feeling Touya's possessive and burning azure blues glaring at him.
The air grew tense as Himiko and Shigaraki stared at AFO.
It seemed to amuse AFO further.
Close to tears you lean into Touya's ear to whisper. "Can we go get some air, please?" Biting your lower lip to hide the whimper fighting to slip out of your mouth.
Touya's gaze leaves that old fossil and focus' on you. "Sure, doll." His grip tightened, then grows lax, taking a deep breath and huffing through his nose as he stands. Offering his hand to help you up. His arm rewraps around your waist once more, pulling you closer.
The night sky is beautiful and littered with stars, shining like gems in a jewelry box. You feel as if you can finally breath.
Touya shifts to stand behind you, shrugging off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders before pulling your back flush against his warm chest. "It's going to get cold."
You smile, closing your eyes and lean back into his touch, feeling his large, warm hands trace lazy circles on your abdomen. "That feels nice." You hum, raising a hand to rest upon his hand and the other reaching behind to cup his jaw. "I miss having you all to myself."
You feel his jaw twitch, lips curling into a lopsided smile. "Dance with me, baby." He whispers softly, grabbing your hand and spinning you soft and slow, swaying with you before pulling you close, wedging his body against yours, matching like perfect puzzle pieces.
"Now?" You laugh without protest and letting your fire devil lead you.
"It's romantic and cheesy." He chuckles, lips quirking higher. "The night sky as our spotlight." Sliding his hands all over your curves and body with featherly light touches, igniting the flashes of passion in your veins. "I've got you with me. What more could a guy ask for."
Your cheeks burn when he leans in to steal a kiss or two. Mismatched lips stealing your breath away, smug smirk growing. "C'mon. Let's slip away and go to a love motel for the night. Whatdaya say?"
Your face turns a brighter shade. "But we haven't said good night to Himiko." You protest.
"Good night." He cups your face, pulling you into a more heated and searing kiss, full of tongues, passion and longing, possessive and feral. "Good night." He picks you up into his arms. "Good night," his voice grows husky and low. "Good night." He leads you away, walking deeper into the forest and toward civilization, chuckling. "Good night."
You really can't say no when he whispers like that, using his voice on you. Knowing what that low, raspy timbre does to your insides and your heart. You continue to kiss him and lose yourself into his embrace, fiery and heated fingertips, his body molding into your own and demanding your everything.
The next morning, you woke up before he did.
Walking out onto the balcony to get some fresh air and watch the sun rise. You walked back to the bed, smiles softly to yourself at the picture-perfect sight.
You found Touya had rolled over onto your side of the bed, eyes still closed him, arms wrapped and cuddling with your pillow. His mouth slightly open and soft snores, you hold your laugher as your crawl back into bed as soft and gently as you could.
He doesnât flinch when you settle beside him, just hums contentedly and snakes an arm around your waist.
"I thought you were asleep?" You can't hold in your laughter this time, smiling softly and brushing your fingers through his hair.
âFive more minutes,â he mumbles, already pulling you closer. "You make a better pillow," nuzzling his face into your chest and sighs in content.
You curl into the warmth of him, hellfire and devilish charm. His fingers trace idle shapes on your spine. Then, out of nowhereâ
He opens his eyes, azure blues meeting yours. They are pleading and vulnerable as he leans back and pouts. "Don't go, baby. Please."
Your smile drops into a frown. "Honey, what's wrong?" You cup his cheek gently. "Was it another nightmare?"
His breath shudders as he re-hides his face into your chest, arms tightening their hold around you. Scared that you'd move away, or something would take you from him. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." His voice is strained but muffled.
You lean your head on top of his. "Alright, but I'm here if you change your mind." Closing your eyes and falling back asleep.
It's noon by the time you two finally wake up. Himiko asked to meet up with you for a grocery run within an hour, which you agreed much to your flame lovers protest.
"We have to leave soon." You laughed when he didn't let you leave the bed first, instead pulling you into his lap and giving you another kiss. "Besides," You roll your eyes when he grumbles and growls something underneath his breath. "We need to shower and get something to eat I'm hungry."
"Alright, alright." Touya sighs, pressing his forehead against your own and kissing your cheek. "Go hop in the shower. I'll go take a morning cig, then we'll go."
You kiss his forehead and hop off his lap, which he lets you.
Touya watches you go, a hint of a smile on his lips. Stretching his limbs lazily before rising to his feet and swiping his carton of cigarettes off the nightstand and heads towards the window, opening it, stepping out onto the fire escape and closed the window, leaving it cracked.
He pulled out his burner phone, entered in the number he memorized by heart, dialing it and bringing the device to his ear as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a deep inhale and releasing a smoke ring, the person on the other line picked up.
"Hello." Hawks answered, "Hawks speaking." He sounded tired. Oh, poor, poor, little fake Hero.
"Hello, bird dick." A familiar low, smooth voice greeted.
Hawks' eyes widened, "Dabi." His raspy, sore voice cracked. Eyes scanning his surrounding for any signs of the villain. "Where are you?" He hissed in between coughing fits. "Where's Y/n?"
"Awe, don't worry about her pretty little head, feathers." Dabi's chuckled darkly, his amused blues peaked into the window as he leaned back against the balcony railing, enjoying the view of you undressed and stepped into the shower. He had half a mind to put you out of the shower, leaving the burner phone close and fuck you while the Hero listens to you moaning his name, cumming on his dick like old times. His gaze turned heavy-lidded as his cock twitched, half hard already in his pants. "She's safe with me, birdy. I'll keep her warm and satisfied since you were too much of a pussy to get your dick wet when you had the chance lover boy."
That made Hawks' feathers bristle, ruffle and harden. "Excuse me for being a gentleman and being considerate of her feelings unlike you dickhead."
"Oooo, someone sounds jealous with envy." Dabi laughed and teased, cooing very so sweetly into the receiver. "You got a taste of my doll, and you are already hooked, addicted like a junky, hmm? Her pussy is so intoxicating, isn't it? And sweet like honey."
Hawks hated how he felt his mouth salivate at the mention of your flavor. Hated how the villains words were true, hitting him harder and harder with invisible arrows as his grip on the phone tightened. "What do you want?" He asked through grit teeth.
"Lettin' you know she's safe and well hidden." Dabi's smug smirk widened, bring his cigarette to his lips, taking a deep drag, holding it and blew a large smoke ring. "I might see you on the battlefield soon," He shrugs his shoulders. "Might not." Raising a free hand, applying pressure to pop his neck and released a pleasure groan. "Winner gets to keep'er."
"She's not some prize to be won, Touya." Hawks pressed, running his free gloved hand through his unruly golden hair.
Touya's gaze focused on your ass as you bend over. "A fine assed prize from how I see it." He inwardly groaned, wanting so badly to cross the room and smack your cheeks good and hard, wanted to see his handprint on your ass before lowering his pants to shove his dick into your tight pussy. Leaving his cigarette between his mismatched lips to lower his hand and palm himself through his sweatpants, groaning. "God, she's such a fuckin' tease, but that's what I adore about her. Don't you think so, Keigo?"
"Leave her alone." Hawks entire body straightened, his muscles growing taut, anger growing.
"Temper, temper, birdy." He tuts, clicking his tongue. "Then again, reds always been your color, hasn't it?"
"Go choke on a sandpaper cock, asshole." Hawks growled, he can feel Endeavor's and Best Jeanist's gazes on his back. He didn't care.
That got Touya cackling harder as he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, holding it lazily between his middle and index finger. "See you do like me, Hero. Just afraid to admit it." His teasing grin widening, "Betcha wanna have a three some with our shared lover, dontcha?" He hummed, watching you disappear into the shower and turning on the water. "Want her to suck on your dick while I pound into her cunt, or in between us, spread wide as we fill both her pussy and sweet ass." He lets the idea hang in the air, simmering. "Don't worry she can take it, feathers." He chuckled, adding, "I've taken both her cherry and black cherry." Bringing the cigarette back to his mouth and taking another puff. "She's fully trained and can take us both."
"You sick twisted fucker." Hawks hissed. Dammit, he could already picture both scenarios in his head. Hated how tempting it was to accept the invitation, and yet, the greedier part of him didn't want to share his dove and mate.
"You're no fun, chicken boy." Touya rolled his eyes. "I was being nice and offering to share, but you wanna be a whimpy baby about sharing like a snot nosed brat." He shrugged. "Can't say I never did you any favors again, numb nuts."
"My fuckin sex life has nothing to do with you, Dabi." Hawks bit out, feathers ruffling further, sharpening with his temper.
"Oh, but I beg to differ Hawks." Touya corrected and mocked, flicking the ashes off his smoke. "You've already enjoyed my soaking, sloppy seconds and are greedy for more aintcha? Already acquired a taste of Villain pussy, the dark forbidden fruit."
Hawks felt a huge hand on his shoulder, he peaked over and saw Endeavor's turquoise orbs. "Hawks? What's wrong?" The elder Hero asked in concern. "Who is it?"
Hawks held up his gloved index finger as his Idol and mentor lowered his hand, nodding his head and stepping back.
"Give her back, Dabi." Hawks said through grit teeth. "You had no right to steal my dove."
"She was my girlfriend first before you started strutting your feathered ass around." Touya glowered, rage and anger boiling in his veins.
"She too good for you." Hawks spat, opening the window, hoping onto the balcony, perching as his grip tightened on the phone, the device groaning in protest.
"Oh? And you think you are her perfect match, huh, lover boy?" Touya clicks his tongue, irritation slipping through his snarky tone.
"I'm not perfect," Hawks bit out, "but I'm a better man that you could ever be."
There's a pause, before Dabi laughs, low and spine chilling.
"You are so desperate for someoneâs affection that youâre willing to fight me for Y/n." Touya hissed, chuckling darkly into the phone, snorting. "Youâre pathetic for seeking approval of my old man like a wiping boy, Hawks, it's embarrassing." Flicking his cigarette over the balcony as he grits his teeth, snarling. "Youâre just a lonely bird, craving to be loved. Wanting to be seen underneath all the spotlights and overly cracked up bullshit of being Japan's number two Hero."
Hawks free gloved hand clenched hard, the leather groaning as his knuckled turned white. "Bold words for a girlfriend stealing loser." He fired back.
The eldest Todoroki felt his blood boils and his flames igniting, licks of his embers, heating up and melting the fire escape ladder as he continued to rant and bitch, his fury rising. "What's wrong? Mister Steal Your girl ain't happy chasing after his adoring fans? That you needed to fulfill some dark, twisted, fucked up, Romeo and Juliet fantasy about fuckin' a villain's girlfriend, you phony, fake Hero trash.â He growled, gritting his teeth hard as he continued. "You don't get to lecture me. Not after you killed Twice without a second thought, killer." He'd make sure, Hawks, no, Keigo never forgets his mistake just as how he'll never allow his father Endeavor to either. "Who knows how many skeletons you have inside your fucking closet. I bet it's a higher body count than mine, safety commission prefect pedigree, fucked up lap dog."
Hawks was stunned for words. His anger vanished. Everything the insane villain said was true, it hurt. It hit harder with every hard truth and pill to swallow.
Apparently, Dabi wasn't done adding salt into the wound. "Tell my old man hi for me, Hawks and give him the joyous news that his going to be a grandpa for me." His anger vanishing into something filled with pride? A sick form of happiness? Rubbing in his accomplishment in the Heroes face.
Hawks' eyes widen as his blood runs cold and his face pales. "What?" He heard it. He couldn't believe it. It had to have been another one of the flame villain's tricks. "Dabi?!"
"Later traitor." Touya laughs, hanging up.
Hawks felt his wings droop behind him, sagging as his wings felt heavier, his heart hurt. Closing his eyes behind his visor and picturing your smiling face. Any time he felt helpless and worthless, he'd picture that cute and sleepy smile you had given him that morning. He was a fool. He shouldn't have left you alone. Should have known a persistent and sick, twisted madman like Dabi would find you.
Keigo felt as if his heart had been broken apart and scattered into millions of fragments. You... you were pregnant. You were out there with Dabi, his enemies and one of Japan's most wanted Villain's and Criminals. Pregnant. Whose child, was it? His or Dabi's?
The memory of his dove in his arms underneath the sun. Your soft curves and sweet smile, the mischief shining in your eyes. Dabi had you again. Did he truly steal you? Or did you go with him willingly? If so, why?
Didn't Keigo promise he'd become your protector? Hadn't his love, his words not been enough? He'd whispered and vowed to you that you were his mate. That he'd loved you. Did you truly believe that his words were cheap?
He needed to find you, bring you home and hold you again. He didn't know which frightening emotion he felt more terror or longing?
Y/n. His little mate was out there somewhere with that blue flamed villain.
So long as he lived, he will find you and bring you back, to their nest.
He didn't care if the child you carried was Dabi's or his. He'd raise it as his own.
His home doesn't feel like home anymore. It's lost its warmth, his light.
Hawks opening his eyes, staring out into the world below. Tears prickling the corners before he took off his visor, furiously rubbing his eyes and sniffed. Now wasn't the time to be crying. It had been five weeks since you were taken, the sixth week approaching faster. He hoped Dabi had enough common sense and sanity left within his head that he'd leave you somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from the battle.
He missed hearing your voice. Waking up and seeing your bright smiling face, holding you within his arms and smelling your sweet scent lingering on any of his clothes.
"Y/n." He whispered your name, a precious prayer. A sacred prayer. If there really was a god, he hoped the man upstairs heard his wish. "Wherever you are, please know that I won't rest until you are home." Hawks shoved his visor back in place, reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the silver chain and his red feather.
Brushing his thumb over the single, lone feather.
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Within the blink of an eye, the morning of the battle approaching. You helped Touya dress in his pure white funeral attire. Clothes that hung loose on his frame, showing off his chest and burn scars. Marching off into battle which would become his grand funeral pyre, facing his father, his younger brother once and for all.
So much anger and hatred drove him to becoming who he is today, and the worst part was that you understood that and even felt sympathy. Touya doing anything and everything to get his father's attention, his time and love, molding him into the person he is today after the accident of his quirk nearly killing him and burning him. All of the hurt and despair turning to red hot, anger ruling his decision to ruin his father's life.
You leaned against him, "Why comeback?" Clinging onto his body; tears burned your eyes. "Only to leave me alone again?" Your hands clutching hard and white knuckling into his robes. "I don't want you to die, Touya." Your whispered, pleading.
He hung his head, his snow-white hair covering his eyes as he pulled you further into his chest. "I.. wanted to check on youâŠ" He replied. "But I couldn't leave you there. I had promised to steal you away from that bird's cage... I did."
"Promise me, you'll come back⊠I don't care who gets hurt⊠just please, please come back to me... to..." You cut yourself off, biting your bottom lip and buried your face in his chest. "Come back."
"You know I can't leave you alone." He said softly, soaking in your warmth while rubbing slow circle underneath your shirt and onto your back, causing you to shiver. He whispered into your ear, "My baby, my crybaby, my doll, my Y/n."
You hated how your chest warmed at his concern.
You knew he was lying, but you ate it up.
You honestly didn't know who's baby you were having, Touya's or Keigo's.
"Come back to me, Touya, please." You whimper, tears falling down your face and soaking his burnt, scarred and stapled chest as your hands tightened and clinging onto his white robes. "I love you, Touya Todoroki."
Touya's hold on you tightened; he cups your cheek and pulls you into a kiss. "I love you, Y/n." The pile of black ooze that All For One uses filled his mouth as he coughs and disappears, releasing you and leaving you behind in your hotel room.
------ End of Part 4 -------
Part 1 : My World
Part 2 : It's Not Over
Part 3: Ashes and Feathers
Part 5: Rebirthing
Bad Ending: Coming Soon
Good Ending: Coming Soon
Okay, I know this is short than my other chapters, but I have 2 endings planned! One good ending and one bad ending! Give me your thoughts. I know having mc become pregnant is common, but I couldn't help it. It adds to the drama.
(Warning: Stalking from both Dabi and Hawks. It get's spicy. Cheating. Cursing. - Had to add more to the drama, these boys are down bad for you~) Jealous Dabi and Hawks. +18 content, smut - Soft Dabi, character might be OOC, pervert Hawks, overly horny Dabi - Super cheesy Hawks, Bully and Bratty Dabi -
Part 1: My World Part 2: It's Not Over Part 4: Here Comes Goodbye Part 5: Rebirthing
You awoke the next morning.
The fire, passion and heat of your tryst with Touya had faded as you noticed his side of the bed was cold.
It shouldn't have surprised you. It really shouldn't. He's still a highly wanted villain, a key player for The League, and he couldn't afford to get caught.
You wished he would have kisses you goodbye, so you could see him off.
You wished you could have felt regret for sneaking behind Keigo's back and slept with Touya so easily. Giving into his sweet honey words, tears and passion. How could you not? You were used to Touya's intense burning and yearning, dominating and demanding, twisted love, song and dance.
It's all you've known and were familiar with.
You didn't regret it at all.
The Hero Hawks.
Hawks was like the fabled Icarus, a beautiful red winged angel, wanting you to live in the light and help you soar to new heights, enjoy your freedom from crime and villainy. Despite being afraid of heights, you still trusted him not to drop you. He'd always hold you tight as if you were the most precious person in his whole world.
The Villain Dabi.
Dabi your deviously handsome demon, waiting in the shadows with a smug smirk or crooked grin, surrounded by a pile of dead bodies engulfed by his blue hellfire, smoke and ashes. Your Dark Knight all those cold winter nights who kept you warm, soothed you when the nightmares came and kissed your tears away as he held you with a surprising gentleness, so uncharacteristic of someone like Dabi.
Then there was you.
You were stuck in the middle, between the darkness and light.
The gray.
Keigo wanted Heroes to live in a world with too much time on their hands.
Touya wanted to watch the world burn, tear down Hero Society and kick his father off his high horse, The Hero Endeavor.
Both men who were both so similar; it must be some sick twisted form of irony.
Now, both men wanted you, craved you.
They were obsessed with you.
You wanted them both, like the greedy and needy woman that you were.
You hadn't straight up fucked Keigo, but you still used him like he was using you to get closer to Dabi. You knew and you still let him get close, too close. Close to allow him to worm his way into your heart.
Dammit, you were in love with both.
You didn't want them to kill each other, but knew it would happened.
The Villains and Heroes were at war.
Not now, not tomorrow, but soon enough.
You knew it.
Sighing you dragged yourself out of bed, wearing your dyed black and blue shirt as it clung onto your skin. Your fingers clutched onto the fabric and held to your nose, smiling. It smelled of Touya. He must have stole it and wore it, secretly knowing that you missed him. Sneaky jerk. But he was yours.
You didn't look at yourself in the bathroom as you pulled the material over your head and causally let it fall into the floor before stepping into the shower. The cold water made you jump as you stayed underneath the spray, you frowned feeling the remains of Touya's cum slide down your thighs and getting washed away down the drain.
You felt tears prickle the corner of your eyes and your bottom lip trembled as you crouched down in the shower, knees against your chest. I'm an idiot⊠how the hell is Keigo going to trust me now?
You cried and sobbed quietly as your body shook, your heart hurt.
You heard a knock on your bathroom door tapping, causing you to open your eyes in panic though your mop of wet hair. Keigo's back home.
"I'm home, sweetheart." Keigo's voice called through the door. Oh god, the foolish birdbrain sounded so happy. "Birdy?"
You swallowed and cleared your throat, raising your voice. "Welcome back, Kei." Your heartbeat thudding hard and echoed in your ears. Please, please, don't come in.
Keigo chuckled, "Still half asleep, I take it sleepyhead?"
"I might have overdone it last night." You muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"It was so sexy hearing you over the phone." Keigo admitted, no ounce of shame in his voice. "I can't wait to see you fall apart for me again, my little song bird." He purred behind the door.
Oh god, you felt yourself become aroused. Your whole body grew heated as your skin broke out with goosebumps and your nipples stiffened, your clit ached and your core throbbed with need between your legs.
Can your body not right now?!
"Kei you dirty birdy," you responded and had half a mind to step out of the shower and throw your bottle of shampoo at him. But that's probably what he wants. The smug smirked chicken knew how to get a rise out of you. He loved your honest reactions to his teasings and flirtations.
Like a certain villain did.
"Shoo, shoo," you make the shooing gesture as you stood back onto your feet to finish your shower. "I'll be out in a minute." Reaching for the 2-in-1 apple shampoo and conditioner and squirting some into your hand as you added, chuckling. "Get your mind of out the gutter, red."
"I'm only this way because you are so gorgeous and temping." He replies, crossing his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. He wanted so badly to shower with you. Press you against the shower wall and kiss you, wash your body with his hands. He couldn't get your breathless moans out of his head from last night, even after he had gotten off to the sound of your voice, your sirens call.
He was at the end of his rope. He craved and hungered for you. His yearning and love for you growing day by day, as well, as his rising lust.
Keigo swallowed thickly, he wanted to come home early last night. He didn't care that he would have been oversensitive after cumming at his work desk. He wanted more. He had opened pandora's box and he was a glutton.
Your laughter broke him out of his sinful and lustful thoughts as he felt his pants tighten.
You rolled your eyes. "I get it, I get it, Romeo." You laughed, smiling. "Now unless you are going to come in here," gathering up a good lather and washing your hair. "I highly suggest that you get going."
You can already picture Keigo tilting his head, his amber irises twinkling with mischief as he replied. "So that is an invitation to come in and join you, right?" You turned your head and saw the handle turn.
Your eyes widened. "What?" You squeaked. "No! Don't you dare, red!"
He stopped, laughing. "Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going." You imagine him raising his hands as if he's playing innocent. "I've brought McDonald's and figured we'd Netflix and Chill before I go to bed like I promised last night."
The promise of breakfast made your stomach growl.
Keigo laughed harder. "I take that as a yes, then?"
"Sounds great." You answered, reaching for the coconut body wash after rinsing your hands.
After feeling refreshed, applying lotion all over your body, brushing your hair and teeth. Feeling human again.
You picked up your discarded shirt, folded it and placed it back underneath your pillow.
You walked out in Keigo's red hoodie out of habit, pair it with your white bunny slippers, hot pink yoga pants and a blue tank top with a peace sign underneath and was completely braless.
You stopped in the living room as the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit your nose. Cinnamon roll, your favorite. Turning your head, noticing the McDonald's spread and layed out on the coffee table, but no Keigo. "Kei?" You called, not noticing the man himself sneaking quietly behind you and wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to jump and squeal in his hold.
"Damn, who's this cutie walking around wearing my clothes and strutting all sexy in my house, hmm?" The blonde purred and chuckled, tightening his hold and pressing your back further into his arm and muscled chest. "You smell so sweet and good enough to eat my pretty dove." He buries his nose into your freshly blow dried hair and nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
"Dammit, red!" You whined in protest. "How many times do I have to tell you not to scare me like that, dumbass?" You relax against him, pouting and crossing your arms over your chest, pressing your breasts together. Your heartbeat still thundering hard in your chest as your blush deepens.
"You let your guard down easily." He hummed, whispering into your ear. Watching as your shiver and squirm. "What can I say⊠you have a way of bringing out the animal in me, sweetheart." His amber iris' brightened as his hold tightened a tad.
"Never took you for the breeding and pray kink type, Kei." You smirked, reached around to run yours fingers through his feathers.
Keigo's breath hitched, pleasure shivers running up his spine and through his wings. "Naughty birdy teasing me back." The Winged Hero shuddered and trembled, groaning and whining into your neck as your reward. "Not fair."
"Who says we are playing fair, feathers?" You purred, twirled around in his arms.
Keigo's hands lower, caressing against your curves and stop at your hips. "Do you really want to go there?" The blush still noticeable before his amber, smoldering gaze darkened and held a question. "Playin' a dangerous game?" Tilting his head and licked his lips, slow and sensual. Trying to hide his desperation and need for you, to taste you, all of you.
You knew you were playing with fire. Teasing and riling up the winged beast from his cage, but you couldn't help it. You didn't like backing down from a challenge as you tilted you chin up, meeting Keigo's dark gaze with you own, puffing out your chest, pressing your breasts against his solid body. "I've played before you know, red."
"Oh, I'm sure you have my pretty." His gaze softens, breaking out into a cheeky and playful grin. "My ex villainous girlfriend fought alongside Vampires, Demons, Dragons and the Demon King."
You laughed, playing all dramatic. "Alas, I've been caught by the big bad Griffin." You pretend to faint in his arms and lean back, "Time to play dead, bleh." Falling limp and boneless, completely dead weight in his hold as he held you up with ease.
Keigo snickers. "Griffin?" His gaze lowers, sneaking a view at your chest. It was so tempting to lean down to capture one of your perky nipples poking through his hoodie into his mouth as he felt his mouth salivate. He inwardly shook himself and played along, "Oh no, my precious. I'm the God Horus and you are my new worshiper." He met your gaze and winked at you. "My favorite pretty dove."
You opened your eyes, raising your head to meet his gaze. "That's a big, bold claim, wonder boy." You straighten and giggle.
Keigo spreads his wings and puffs out his chest. "I'm not Japans number two for nothing, sweet cheeks."
You pull away and making your way into the kitchen, making coffee and sitting down as Keigo flipped through the channels, lounging with his chin in his hand. He loved mornings like this where he could perch and watch your movement as your wore his clothes, walked around in his house and adding whatever you wanted.
Making his bachelor pad feel more like home.
Keigo zoned out until he noticed you come out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee in hand.
You set yours down and bend over to closer inspect the mornings spoils of breakfast. "Damn, red." You giggled, "Were you hungry?" You saw all of you favorites: hot cakes, sausage and cheese mcgriddles, a large caramel frappe with extra caramel and whipped cream, a blueberry muffin.
You were too engrossed by the hoard of food to notice Keigo's eyes zeroing on your ass. His hand sliding to cover his mouth as he bit his lip. God almighty, he wanted to lean over and smack your ass. Those hot pink yoga pants were on fire on you. No, on second thought, he wanted to grab both cheeks and bite down on the meat of your ass. Hard.
Where the hell did that come from?
He swears your teasing him on purpose, testing his patience and limits.
You peaked at the mountain of food that the winged hero had gotten for himself: steak bagels and chicken biscuits, hash browns and orange juice. "Jesus, Kei. Are you always this starving and generous after having phone sex or am I just that lucky?" You glanced over your shoulder, straightening, half turned and offering him his coffee.
He met your gaze, swallowing and lowering his hand, grinning. "What can I say, I'm more than generous with you after my post nut clarity." He winked, taking his morning coffee and sipping it.
Your face grew scolding. "Men." You scoff lightly and sat down, snagging your hot cakes and caramel frappe, taking a large sip and moaned in appreciation, licking your lips, smiling as you opened your plastic contain of pancakes, spreading butter and syrup and digging in. "Thank you for the food."
Keigo's grin lowering into a genuine smile as he watched you eat.
After eating breakfast, another cup of coffee, cleaning up and putting away the leftovers you and Keigo enjoyed the silence and cuddles on the couch.
You with a book in your hand and him scrolling through his phone. You were trying to focus. It was no use, you kept reading the same lines over and over as you become restless.
Keigo noticed. He pulled you closer and threw his phone onto the love seat beside the couch without a care, if it breaks, he could always get a new one. "Hey, what's on your mind?"
You sigh, closing your book, placed your bookmark into it and set it down on the coffee table. "The war is coming soon isn't it?"
Keigo stiffened, then relaxed. "You knew?" His arms tighten around your middle, pulling you closer into his lap as he leaned his head ontop of yours.
"Not when." You muttered, leaning your back against his chest, soaking in his warmth. "I know it's only a matter of time before The Heroes and The League would clash. The storm is coming, it will change everything, civilians, Hero Society, everything." You close your eyes. "I maybe free from it and had been a sidelines, but I still feel... so restless and worried."
"Do you know what Shigaraki is planning?" He asks gently.
You hum. "Only that he's sleeping and getting stronger." You open your eyes. "Everyone in The League wasn't so bad you know." You mumble, smiling fondle. "They were outcasts, misunderstood, The League felt like a found family... I miss them, they were my friends... Toga, Twice, Compress... Big Sis Magne.. Dabi." You swallowed, your smile vanishing.
Why were you talking about them now? You hadn't seen them in months. Were you feels nostalgic? Anxious? Wanted to finally talk about them? Share your story with Keigo when Touya already knew.
You suppose, if today was your last day, then you might as well share your past and keep your most hidden secrets to the grave. If Hawks decided to kill you after finding out that you betrayed him, you knew you'd deserve it.
Your friends would mourn you. Touya... he'd avenge you and want to drag Hawks to hell with him.
"You loved them?" Keigo frowned. He almost said him, expect his mouth wouldn't let him form the word. It died on his tongue and tasted like burnt ashes as he swallowed it back down, his heartbeat thudding hard in his ears.
"Yes," you whisper, biting your lower bit as you blink back tears. "Giran became the father I wished I had. Shiggy, Twice, and Spinner were my brothers, Big Sis Magne and Toga my sisters, Compress and Kurogiri were like two uncles holding the family together... and Dabi... I true loved.." You couldn't finish it. Your whole body shook as held yourself, trying to curl yourself into a ball in Keigo's arms.
All of these repressed feelings were overflowing, bottles shattering and crumbling.
"I'm sorry... Dammit, Dabi was right..." You furiously tried to wipe your tears away, more and more fell harder and faster in their place. "I am a big cry baby." Your body lip trembled, voice shaky.
Keigo turned you around and pressed your face into his chest. "Hey, it's alright, baby bird," He shushes gently, "I'm here." He wished he could do more than offer you comfort.
He felt like a wave of deja ju hit him, repeating the same night you left Dabi, left The League, and you two started living together as he comforted you.
Your distress and sadness made his instincts go haywire. He felt his inner beast yanking against his chains to try and reach you, cover you in his wings, sing and whisper sweet nothings and encouragement into your ears. He needed to comfort his mate, his dove, but how?
He felt so useless. He felt his shirt getting soaked with tears as he leaned back against the couch, getting comfortable. He was tired, but he couldn't leave you alone like this. Knew he couldn't leave you even if he tried.
He'll sleep once you've calmed down.
"There's nothing wrong with crying." He shushes gently, "It just means you've been too strong for too long, let it out." Holding you tighter into his embrace, his wings behind him sagging limply.
He wanted to kiss your tears away, whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
Anything to see you smile again.
He remembered something. It was dumb and childish, but his mother always did this to comfort him as a kid.
Keigo, licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Hush, little baby don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird."
Your eyes widened as tears fell. Was Keigo singing a children's nursery rhyme? It was silly, but his voice was soothing and comforting as you sniffed, tears slowly drying as you listened.
"And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring." Keigo noticed you were calming down, your shoulders shaking less and less, it was working! He wanted to cheer and leap into the air, well, he did mentally as he grew more confident and continued to sing, a mini concert just for you.
He felt his inner beast calming as he slid your legs sideways across his lap, lightly, pressing your head into his chest and ran his fingers through your hair until he was finished.
The two of you bask in the silence and soak in each other's warmth. "Do you feel better now?" He asked growing nervous. At least, you weren't laughing at him. That was a relief.
You sniffed, reaching for a tissue and blew your nose as you giggled in-between getting up to throwing it away and washing your hands.
There it was. Keigo smiled softly, it was worth it, if it made you feel better.
You came back to straddle his lap, facing him with a sheepish smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I didn't know that you could sing, red."
He playfully rolled his eyes. "Yes you have birdy." Wrapping his arms around your lower back out of habit. "I like to sing in the shower." He tried not to get too excited as he felt your heated core press against his as he tried to mentally think about anything else to keep himself under control.
You tilted your head and raised a brow. "Yes, but you sing off key on purpose to entertain yourself and use silly voices and laugh to yourself like a crazy person." You snicker as he blushes and doesn't deny it.
"You heard that, huh?" He smiles sheepishly.
"It's adorable, really, Kei." You brush his thick, unruly locks out of his face with your fingers, watching as he shivers underneath your touch.
"Not as cute as you walking round the house naked with only a towel around your neck as you dry your hair." He groans, biting his lower lips, hands traveling lower to grip your hips.
"What?" Your eyes widened, face scalding. "When did you catch me?" Pulling your hand away, but stayed still in his lap.
He did want you to stop petting him, inwardly whining as he answered. "Your first week living here." He chuckled awkwardly, running his thumbs over your hips. Oops, he didn't mean to let that tiny secret slip, but he couldn't help it. If you were going to tease him about his shower habits, then he'd fire one back. "I didn't mean to peep." He quickly explained himself, "I landed on the balcony and was about to open the screen door when I saw you like that." His face grew redder and hotter as he didn't want to admit him saving the lewd display in his head and replaying it over and over again while masturbating many times.
"So you are a perverted, dirty birdy after all aren't you?" You tease, blush fading away as your mouth curled into a smug smirk. "I knew it." You leaned to whisper into his ear. "I wonder." You hum. "How often do you jerk off to the thought of opening the window, wrapping your arms around me and bending me over, Kei?" Your voice drops to a rumbling purr and husky.
His hand tightened around your hips as he let out a mix between a deep groan and a whine. "Every other day, sometimes twice, baby." He felt blood immediately rush to his groin, causing his dick to twitch and grow half hard in his sweatpants, he knew you felt it as you widened your legs and pressed onto it on purpose! "I'm a healthy, full grown man. I can't help it, Y/n."
You couldn't help it, rolling your hips to grind on his growing hardness. "Don't be ashamed, Kei." You whisper. "Besides you heard me getting off last night and we've helped each other before, haven't we?"
How could he forget?
You two had decided to have a date night in: watching a stupid spoof movie, eating pizza, drinking when things got hot and heavy.
The flirting, chemistry between you two was at its highest. Both were sexually repressed, needy and desperately needed to get off.
So you offered and like the dumb, needy, touch starved, loved crazed idiot that he was, he accepted it. Willing to take any form of intimacy you were willing to give him, whatever you were comfortable with and didn't want to push you. Didn't want you to hate him.
So he let you lead and go at your own pace as the tv became background noise. He focused on slipping his hand underneath your clothes, into your underwear, using his fingers to make you fall apart while you jerked him off as he humped into your hand like a desperate, overly horny teenager being given his first handjob.
Watching you writhe and moan for him, the rise and fall of your chest, noticing how stiff and taut your nipples were through his hoodie, the cute blush on your face, how soaking wet you were because of him.
Not that bastard Dabi. Him.
That thought in his head echoed, finger fucking you more harder and rougher until your insides tightened, clamping down on his fingers and came. Only then did his hips buckle into your hand faster until he spilled his release into his sweatpants and onto your hand.
"Want to repeat that night with me, baby girl?" He grunt, grinding and rolling his hips in time with yours, following your rhythm.
Your breath hitched and you moaned as Keigo hit against your clit, jolts of pleasure running up your spine and caused your hips to jerk and pause before continuing that motion over and over. "Yes."
You leaned forward, interlocking your fingers around his neck and kisses him, soft and slow, then grew more heated and sloppy in between moans and groans.
Keigo gladly returned your kisses, raising one of his hands to sneak underneath his hoodie and your tank top, ghosting his fingers along your skin, chuckling as you gasp and felt goosebumps scatter. He continued traveling higher and higher until he cupping and groped one of your breasts, groaning and feeling the other. "Need to fully see you this time, if that's alright?" He asks, panting and pulling away, slipping his hand back out of your clothes to lightly and playfully tug on his hoodie.
A playful gleam in his amber gems.
You paused. Oh no. Your heartbeat stopped as your breath stilled. He'll see Touya's bites marks and hickies.
Apparently, Keigo noticed your change of demeanor as you remained quiet. You were tense. You looked so hesitant and guilty. Why? He didn't want to push you, but something wasn't right. It was nagging him. What was he missing?
The face you were making. It's the same as when you broke up with Dabi.
Keigo's eyes darkened and hardened. "That flamed bastard was here last night?" His chest hurt. He hoped he was wrong, but you were silent. You didn't deny it.
You grew more flustered. "'Kei-" Struggling to form words.
His grip tightened and possessive as he cursed underneath his breath. "What did he do? Tell me."
You didn't think things would end up like this. "He⊠he finger fucked me while I gave him a blowjob, ate me out⊠and fucked me."
Keigo's eyes widened, glowering as his jaw clenched and grind, straightening his posture. His wings spread behind his back, ruffling and puffing as his anger grew. "While you were on the phone with me?"
You shook against him, lowering your arms as your hair covered your eyes. "Y-YesâŠ" Tears prickling the corners. "I'm sorry⊠Keigo." You closed your eyes and whimpered.
"Damn that burnt bastard." He growled, leaning down and cupping your face. "Y/n, look at me, baby bird." His voice was soft, eyes softening.
You didn't listen and shook harder.
He pressed his forehead against your own. "I've waited until you were ready to give yourself to me instead of just taking youâŠ" Brushing the stray tears with the back of his thumbs as you flenched, it hurt him. "Please, open your pretty eyes for me, baby girl." He let go and waited, or at least, he tried. He couldn't hold back anymore.
You opened your eyes. "Kei.. I'm sorry-"
He cut you off, claiming your mouth. "I'll make up for lost time, I promise." He whispers in-between kisses, each one growing more and more passionate and dominating. "Make you scream my name⊠claim you as my mate⊠my little bird⊠my dove⊠mine."
Keigo's wings wrapped around the two of you, clouding your vision in a sea of red crimson feathers as you kissed him back. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and moaned in his mouth. "But⊠what about-" You tried pulling away, but Keigo would let you.
"Fuck him." He growled, lips trailed to your jaw to the crook of your neck as his hands skimmed over your body, groping and massaging your breast and the other kneading your ass. "Focus on me, Y/n."
Your body was so responsive, back arching as your own hands began to explore his body. His hard and taunt muscles underneath his shirt to trail and grip both of his ass cheeks, hearing him groan and moan in your ear.
"Fuck, baby girl." He groans, wrapping your legs around his waist to grind his aching tent in his pants against your own. "You drive me crazyâŠ. so feral and needy."
"Keigo," You pant, rolling your hips to grind back, feeling your core grow more wetter and panties soaking.
Dammit, the seducer was getting seduced.
Of course, the player known as Hawks was getting played.
Figures the only woman he wanted was an ex villain.
He didn't give a damn about that. The past was the past. He wanted to focus on you, his future with you. He needed to show you how much he wanted you, craved you.
Dabi's flames may burn like the flames of hell itself, but you will learn why Hawks is the King underneath the sun, his own passion, fire and lust was just as scalding.
Keigo pulled away first, leaning back to yank his shirt over his head and drop it onto the floor. "I want you, dove." He moved you two to lay you gently down onto the couch as he leaned back and stood.
You pant and gasp for air, admiring and ogling him.
Started hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, then pauses, meeting your eyes. "Do you want me too?" He pulls you upright and pressing your breasts flat against his chest, wrapping an arm around your lower back and the other cupping your face. "Please, let the answer be yes, Y/n?" Running the back of his thumb over your tear stained and flushed cheek. "Let me make love to you, not just fuck you."
You can see that his feelings and desires are genuine. "Why are you asking when you already know my answer is yes, Keigo?"
His grip on you tightens. "You deserve more respect than that."
Well, that makes sense. It's sweet. Sure you weren't some innocent maiden, but it made your heart pound harder and louder in your chest. Of course, you were too curious to pull away. You smile and sass back, "Don't go disappointing me, Hero." You tease, raising a brow. "Or I might stay a Villain Stan for the rest of my days."
Keigo stiffened, eyes widen.
Uh oh, did you tease him too much?
You frown, "Kei?"
His hair covered his eyes, then liquid ambers met your own gems, burning and molten as gold. "Oh no. I'm not giving my worshiper back to that bastard." He hissed, shaking his head and pulling you back into a heart-pounding kiss filled with passion and tongues.
Something feral and primal had been unlocked by that challenge as his warm muscles twined and strokes against yours. "I'm not give you up," Keigo repeated and declared, promising both you and himself, pulling away to pull your hoodie and tank top off, "Not giving my dove and treasure back to the lame ass dragon." He growled, dark and promising as he yanked both his hoodie and your tank top off. He was rewarded by staring down at your chest, immediately bewitched and enthralled. "Goddamn, your tits are fantastic," he muttered to himself, he felt his mouth salivate.
You shivered underneath the winged heroes lustful and appreciative leering. It wasn't out of fear as he looked at you like some dark hungry and ravenous beast as if you were an offering laying out before him. "He won't ever give up." You muttered back. It was stupid to challenge him while half naked, but you couldn't help it.
Keigo's lips tugged into a cocky smirk and met your gaze. "Neither do I, my pretty dove." He reached out, cupping and fondling your breasts with his hands, molding, squeezing and flattening his palms. Feeling your body arch into his touch and moan, you pressed heated kisses along the hollow of his throat, sucked hard on the skin and bit down, shivering as he grunted and groaned in answer. "My dove has quite a bite," he chuckles in between a needy moan, "Worth it."
"You promised to out do Dabi, Hawks." You muttered against his skin, soothing the bite with your tongue. "Prove it, Hero." You whisper sweet, low and sultry. "Show me paradise. The land of the legendary Heroes."
Lowering his hands to your hips, pushing his own forward, making you feel his hardness against your hip, rutting and grinding against you. "You'll scream the name of your new god, baby girl" Snaking a hand down the waistline of your yoga pants, trailing down underneath your panties, "Think of me for real the next time you use that cute blue vibrator whenever you fuck yourself with it," past your curls, over your swollen and needy clit, lower and running his middle and index fingers over your soaking slit. "Goddamn you are so wet f'me?" He hissed, sucking in a breath as you tilted your head back and moaned.
He lowered you down onto your back, yanking down your yoga pants and panties and tossed them behind him as he feasted his eyes on your naked body for the first time while he lowered his sweatpants and boxers. "So beautiful and prefect." His erection sprang free, hard and begging for attention.
You licked your lips, reaching forward and stroked him as his head fell back. "All of this is for me, red?" You purr, staring at him through your lashes watching him moan and shudder, feeling his heartbeat throbbing in your palm, continuing to stroke him and twisting your wrist. "Seems all that ego wasn't just for show after all." You felt heat and more wetness pool between your thighs.
Keigo bit his lip, trying to keep a whine from slipping past his lips as he nodded his head. "Yes, dove." He panted, hand gripping the back of the couch, white knuckled and strained, the muscles in his arms bulging. "I'm glad that you approve." He swallowed thickly, chuckling weakly, buckling his hips into your hand. "He's all yours, baby bird. I swear it, fuck."
He looked so desperate and needy. "Need to make you cum first." He lightly pulled your hand away to kneel between your legs. "Spread your legs for me, precious, pretty please?"
Following his command, you parted your thighs.
Keigo released a heavy and breathy groan, licking his lips before lowering his head, hooking his hands underneath you ass and pulling you closer to his face to trailed kisses along your inner thigh. He noticed a bite mark there, glaring at it and bit down on the meat of your thigh, causing your to jump and moan. "Mine," he growled, licking the bite with his tongue, then lower closer and closer to your core.
You ran your hands through his blonde locks. "Keigo." You moaned shamelessly, the anticipation was killing you.
He stopped just above your sex, golden ambers meeting your own. "Do you want me to make you cum on my tongue?" His eyes had grown dark and fierce, teasing and predatory.
A delicious shiver rolled down your spine. "Yes." You whispered, swallowing, cheeks growing rosy. "Please, Keigo." His mouth was inches away from you clit, you spread your legs wider for him and rolled your hips.
Keigo held your gaze, parting his lips, sticking out his tongue, licking a teasing stripe between your folds to your clit, rolling the nub before flattening his tongue and giving a hard suck between strokes.
Your breath hitched as you moaned, hips jerked into his face. "Y-Yes... just like.. that, K-Kei."
He groaned in answer, pressing himself closer to give more teasing licks between your folds, lapping at your juices and pussy like a starved man. "Y/n," he muttered, "baby girl, use me, ride my fucking face."
Your hands tightened in Keigo's hair. "Are you sure?"
He pulled back. "Yes, do it, dove." His expression softening, nearly begging. "I need you to cum on my face."
You weren't going to deny it, but.... you always wanted to try something. "Kei? Can you sit on the couch?" You let go and sat upright.
The blonde furrowed his brows. "Okay." He got up and sat down in the middle of the couch, watched as you stood, hovering over his face. Giving him a full and tasteful view of your sex. Then it clicked, oh. "You are full of surprises and bold, baby girl." He smirked, winking and sticking his tongue out again, waiting.
Oh fuck, he looks so pretty like that. You spread your legs on either side of his head, spreading yourself with your fingers and lowering your pussy into his waiting mouth, breath hitching as you pressed you full weight into him, feeling his hands return to knead and grope your ass. "This will shut you up," You mock in between moans, "damn yapping bird," grinding your hips, ranking your hands into his hair.
He groaned and whined, eyes rolling into the back of his head. A hand leaving your ass to wrap around his aching and throbbing shaft, stroking himself in a tight fist. "Shit," his curse was muffled as he continued to eat you out, letting you have full control.
"Kei," you lowered your gaze, meeting his eyes as he listened, grunting and greedily feasting on your cunt. "Don't you dare hold back." You pants. "Cum with me."
He nodded his head, leaning back to spit into his hand, stroking himself faster and harder, buckling his hips.
You pant, legs shaking as you hump his face. Your heartbeat drumming hard in your ears and your legs growing shaky and burning as you continued chasing after the high, your release. The sound of Keigo's groans and moans, him jerking himself faster and in time with your movements, his tonue flickering in between feasting and sucking on your clit, slurping down and licking your slick, greedy for more.
"C'mon dove," he whines in between your legs. "Cum on my fucking face." Shoving his face further in-between your dripping wet and hot cunt, nearly suffocating himself. If he dies, he'd gladly die happily. "Baby, please, give it to me," his voice muffed as he returns to devouring your pussy like a man possessed, growing more and more pussy drunk and greedy, head following your movement and he continued stroking and strangling his cock with his hand.
You keen louder, arcing your back as you felt the cord snap, fingers tightening into his hair as you climax and release a high pitch moan. "Keigo!" His name coming out like a prayer, "Keigo!"
Keigo closes his eyes as he came, his wings were spread wide as his whole body quivered, shook and trembled, muttering your name as he spilling into his hand, chest, abdomen and pubes, gasping and swallowing your release.
You were both panting and wrecked.
You pulled away, sliding your body down into his lap, straddling him and grinding your core against his oversensitive and still pulsing hard cock, inwardly smirking as he hissed. You didn't care about the mess or the smell of cum and sex, it wasn't anything new to you before. Sex was messy anyways. Who gives a shit.
Keigo laughed, "I'm not done with you." Cupping your face with his clean hand and bringing you into a kisses.
"Me either, red." You giggled, spreading your legs wider, gripping his shoulders to grind your soaking wet core down on him. "Gonna give this dick a test drive, don't I?"
Keigo's hands gripped your hips, buckling upward, the wet noises hitting both of your ears. "I don't hear her complaining, sweetheart." He chuckles and grunts.
Oh, this cocky bird. You grinding down harder, then hover, rolling your hips, watching as his eyes widen when you fill the tip of his cockhead poking against your entrance. "Japan number two cocky Hero is about to sink his cock into an ex- villains pussy and you are okay with that?"
He met your gaze. "I've done worse." He gives a cocky grin, hands tightening on your hips. He wanted to lower you down and impale you on his cock. He waited. "Do you want to stop?" He really didn't want to, he was close, but would respect your wishes.
You snickered. "Fuck no."
"That's my girl," he lowered you down, shoving the head of his dick past your slick folds, inch by inch into your tight, warm, and wet walls as he sucked in a breath. He takes that back. Your insiders were light liquid fire and burning hot, he couldn't stop, dared not stop, he was finally where he wanted to be. Inside of you. "My." He panted, lowering you, slow, teasingly slow onto his rock hard cock. "Dirty, slutty, naughty goddamn bad girl." He shoved the last of himself inside to the hilt before giving you full control.
You both groan in pleasure, then you spread your legs wider, holding his shoulders and start moving, up and down. "You got that right," You chuckle, resulting in your insides squeezing down on him, making him groan underneath you and continue teasing him. Maybe it was Dabi's influence on you? Or how much you loved his needy, pussy drunk and perverted expression on his pretty face as he answered in honest pleasure moans and groans. "Hypocritical, corrupt and pervert of a Hero." You sass back in between moans, grinding and bouncing on his dick.
"Fuck, yes, yes!" He moaned, nodding his head.
As much Keigo would love nothing more than to bend you over, he decided to take what he could get. He already has you in his lap and has you riding him. He wasn't going to waste it. His sharp, dilated, honeyed gaze trails down your body, loving the way your body jiggles and tits bouncing in his face. His mouth salivates as he runs his tongue over one of you hardened and pert nipples, capturing it in his mouth as his grip on your hips tightens, then lowering to grab handful of the meat of your ass cheeks.
He lets go to groan, moan and coo filthy words and praises into your ear as he thrusts his hips upward into your tight and sloppy, soaking wet insides. Maybe next time, he'll bend you over the couch, his bed, the coffee table, hell, even the kitchen counter. The thought alone had his cock harder, causing you to whine and moan louder into his mouth as he panted.
Yes, oh yes, he wanted to make love to you, bred you, fuck you, he's claimed you as his mate now. He'd be damned, if he gave you back to Dabi now.
Keigo felt his inner instincts, the cages beasts rising as he fucked up into you harder. A beastial growl left his lips, eyes darkening. His feathers ruffling and fluttered as he held you tight to stand onto his feet, causing you to tighten your hold around his neck and waist. "Yes, my dove." He purrs in between grunts, "I've got you, baby, my little mate."
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, cooing and chirping, a deep rumbling leaving his chest as he walks towards his bedroom, lifting you off to gently lay you down onto the bed. So many sinful fantasies of you spread like this, so many night he ached and lusted for you, and now one of his greedy wishes had come true.
You were finally his.
Here in his bed, covered in his scent, in his nest.
Right where you belonged.
Keigo felt himself puff up with pride, his wings flapping in excitement, causing feathers to fly. He got a naughty and sinful idea. "Spread your legs for me, dove." Keigo asks sickly sweet, watching as you shivered from the dark undertone as you obeyed, spreading your thighs wide, baring your cunt for him.
He commanded one of his feathers to nestle between you legs and rub against your puffy, swollen and needy clit. You gasp and moan, head tilting back and your hips jerked, Keigo spit into his hand, lowering to his hard cock and groaned, his intense gaze lowering to your wet, drooling pussy. "That's right, Y/n. Let me take care of you." His cock hardened and jerked in his hand, "Fuck."
He sent more of his feathers to lay beneath you to complete his fantasy. He hummed in approval, kneels onto the bed, crawling towards you as he met your gaze. "Y/n, my mate. My sweet treasure." He cupped your face with his free hand and he continued to stroke himself, shuddering and moaning, smirk lowering into a smile. "I'll ask again my sweet. Do you want my cock? My love? My everything, it's yours."
You panted, nodding your head.
He chuckles as he stops, his cock, twitched and jumped in protest, his balls ached. "I need to hear it, precious." He ignored it and focused on you. "Use your pretty words for me, please?"
"Yes," You gasp, feeling his feather dig further into your aching and sensitive clit before he stopped.
"Yes, what my pretty dove?" He tilt his head, oh, the sneaky little shit. He damned well knew what you meant! Giving you that fake assed, innocent smile while hovering over you with his full throbbing dick out, eyeing you like you were a snack and getting ready to be jumped and pounded into the mattress.
You half whined, half groaned in frustration. "Get your feathered ass over here and fuck me, Hawks."
Keigo chuckled, "Yes, ma'ma." He lined himself up and pushed his hips forward. "If I didn't know any better," he grunts, spreading your thighs wider. "You've grown tighter f'me."
"You.. keep fuckin' teasing and yappin.." You gasp, hands fisting the sheets and stroking a few of his feathers underneath you, watching in amusement as the man shudders and quakes above you, "more than fucking me, red."
His gentle smile turns cocky, widening his stance, "Quite talkin' n start fuckin', huh?" Lowering to cage you against him as he sinks home. "As my little mate wishes," he pulls halfway out and shoves himself back in, hard and deep, fast paced thrusts.
"Yes, fuck, yes." You cling to him. "Keigo."
"There's my dirty baby girl." Keigo praises pulling you into a heated, sloppy kiss before pulling out, nearly bending your body in half, knees pressed into your chest and wide, pausing and meeting your eyes. "Gonna stuff you full of my cum this time, precious." He growls, shoving himself back in, hitting your inside deep and fast.
The air was knocked out of you lungs as you were at your winged lover mercy, taking every hard, sharp and brutal thrust picked up speed, fucking and rutting into like a sex crazed, animal during mating season. And like the cock drunk slut that you were moaned and answered, "Gimme your cum, Keigo! Please!" You whine, reaching out and clawing his chest as he growled and shuttered, his wings fluttering and twitched as his cock twitched inside.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and groans of pleasure, the filthy and lewd wet sounds, his hips meeting yours, nothing else in the world mattered. It was just you and him. Him and you. His dove and mate. Your red winged Icarus.
You raised your hands to pull him into a heated kiss, moaning into his mouth louder when the red feather moved again, grinding and digging harder against your clit.
He felt your insides tighten and flutter, as his own second orgasm approached faster than he anticipated. "Fuck, Y/n!" Keigo panted and huffed, lowering his hands to flattening them against the bed. "I'm gonna fill you up s' good, dove." His hips thrusts and hips started to jerk and stutter, but he didn't stop. He need to feel you come on his cock, squirm and mark him with your juices.
You sang so pretty for him. "Gimme, Kei." You moan, meeting his gaze. His eyes were full dilated, lost in pleasure and lust, the brightest amber orbs you've ever seen. The beast inside him looking at you, wordlessly claiming you as his mate, his female, his, his!
You tilted your head to the side, surrendering to him, both to the beast and Keigo. You heard Keigo chirp, coo and purr in approval. "Good little mate. Mine. Mine." Keigo's voice was deep and husky, sinful and sexy. "Forever." He leaned down and bit your neck hard while he continued to rut and pound hard into you, that did it, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you keened and came, your body spasmed and jerked, then went limp.
Keigo came soon after, releasing a loud guttural growling snarl as he shot hot, thick, milky white cum into your insides. He released his claiming bite as his wings, fanned out behind him, red feathers flying as he lazily hummed into your oversensitive and sore core. "Y/n, dove," he whined, holding you closer to him as he licked and soothed his bite with his tongue and shivered, growing completely sit and still fully inside. "I love you." He whispered into your ear, soft and sweet.
Your eyes widened.
He didn't?
This bastard did.
Without thinking you whispered back, "I love you too, Keigo."
Keigo's bottom lip trembled, tears spilling freely as he cupped you face and kissed you. "Thank you." He muttered, broken and soft. "For accepting me...for loving me." More tears fell as you held him and kissed him back.
You didn't know how long you two stayed like that.
You were so exhausted as you cuddled into Keigo's chest. You were fighting sleep, you knew when you woke he would have to leave again.
Today is the day.
You needed to find a way reach Dabi and Shigaraki.
Would this be the last time you saw Keigo, your shining sun? Or would the next time you saw him you would be enemies?
Hawks, the winged angel of vengeance?
You didn't want to think about it right now.
"Sleep," he chuckles, the vibrations pressing against your body as he rolled you over onto your side, pressed your back and ass against him, spooning you. His red wing covering you two again like a blanket of soft, red feathers. "I'll wake you up before I leave this time."
"Promise?" You mutter, eyes falling shut.
"Promise, my dove." Keigo smiled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and kissed your shoulder, "With kisses on top."
True to his word, Keigo woke you up after he had showered, finished the rest of his breakfast and redressed.
You groaned when he peppered you head and neck with kisses as you halfheartedly shoved him away weakly, muttering, "Lemme sleep, red."
Keigo laughed, pulling you into his arms and nuzzled into your neck, purring and cooing into your ear. "Gimme a goodbye kiss and I'll let you sleep, precious."
Blinking and half glaring you turned your head and gave him a lazy peck on the lips. "There."
"Nope, try again, dove." He chuckled, grinning wide. Bringing you back for a proper kiss.
"Kei," you whine, pouting cutely. "I'm sleepy."
Jesus, he's fucking worse than Touya. You swear to god. One more kiss. One more cuddles. One more fucking. Can you go back to sleep, please?!
"Dream of me won't you?" Keigo muttered, laying you back down and covering you back up. "I love you, Y/n." He moved your hair behind your ear, cupping your face with a gloved hand and kissed the top of your head.
You hummed, falling back into the land of dreams, mumbling. "Love you. Be safe."
Keigo smiled, he felt so happy. He didn't want to leave He wanted to join you in bed and never leave. But he had to go. Today's the big day. He sighed, frowning. Reaching out, grabbing a lock of your hair, bringing it to his lips, closing his eyes and kissing it. Wait for me, dove.
Reopening his eyes and leaning back, Keigo pulled a silver chain out of coat pocket and attached a new red feather out of his wings, and placed it into your hand, "Feathers burn and wither away, dove... but my heart will always belong to you," he whispered, clasping your fingers around it.
He rose to his feet, burning the image of you curled up in his bed. If there was a God out there somewhere, listening. If I don't return. Please protect her. He prayed as he turned and left, shoving his visor over his eyes before he fought the impulse to run away with you, leave Japan and never look back.
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You didn't know how long you'd slept in.
After last night and this morning, you were beyond exhausted.
Dragging yourself out of Keigo's bed, stumbling sleepily towards his bathroom to shower and clean yourself again. You used Keigo's body wash without thinking before going back into your room and redressing in a pair of faded blue jeans and a red over sized sweater.
Brushing your hair and teeth as you reheated your leftover breakfast and drank more coffee.
When you turned on the tv, you dropped your drink.
Touya was on tv, shirtless, baring his scarred, burnt body and deep dark secret to the world.
You knew his secret. Knew his true name. Knew that Endeavor was his father.
You covered your mouth as you listened to his speech, your dark haired lover spilling his story, the skeleton's in Endeavors closet, Touya's origin, but that's not what had you choking back your tears.
No.
It can't be true.
Hawks killing Twice.
Twice was dead.
You turned away from the tv, scrambled into your room, pulled out your black duffel and filled it with essentials out of habit.
You couldn't breath. If Hawks had stabbed Twice in the back, someone he considered a friend.
Then... what would he do to you when he discovered that his lover, his girlfriend was a spy?
You were so panicked, so far out of it that you didn't hear your door open or someone approaching you until they wrapped their arms around you.
Pressing you into their heated chest, hand coming up to cover your eyes as tears fell and the other underneath your chest. You screamed and struggled until a familiar voice cooed into your ear. "Shhh, easy, doll, it's me."
You paused and whimpered, "Touya?"
"I've come to steal my baby doll away from her golden feathered cage." Touya purred, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, uncovering your eyes. "I've burnt and clipped that fakers feathers." He sounded proud and smug, then his brows furrowed and lips formed into a thin line before gritting his teeth and growled, his hold on you turned iron clad, possessive. "But first, go shower.. you smell like that bastard.. so you did fuck him, huh?"
"Yes." You whisper, sinking into his warmth.
Touya didn't react like you thought he would. Yes, he was jealous. He meant what he said last night, he loved you and he wasn't giving you up. He would steal you away from that two-faced Hero. His lips pulled back into a grin as he laughed. "What a shameless, slutty and honest doll I have?" He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin in his hand and forcing you to meet his burning, intense blues. "Gave that fucker a taste of heaven before sending him off to die."
It hurt to hear him call you a whore, but it was true. It didn't matter anymore. You were more worried about Jin and Himiko, your friends. You needed to know. Your frown deepened, hands clutching his shirt. "Is Jin really dead, Touya?" Eyes growing misty again.
Touya frowned, wiping your tears away with his thumps. "Yes, Hawks killed him. I was there and saw it first hand.. I recorded it using one of Skeptics Camera."
"What about the others?" You asked, taking in Touya's appearance for the first time since last night. His hair was shaggy and white, his burn scars had spread higher on his face. You had helped him redye his hair so many times, but you always missed his snow white hair. You thought it suited him best.
"Shigaraki is healing and Compress was captured so the rest of us could escape." He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Go, I'll finish packing and tear up the place a lil'." He smirked, lowering his hands to your ass and giving to a hard squeeze. "Then I'll join you, fuck you again before we go."
You nodded you head and obeyed, felling Touya's face on you the whole time.
Shigaraki is awake, it's time to go back and rejoin what was left of The League, or The Paranormal Liberation Front.
Dabi found the stuffed cat Hawks had won for you months ago and attached a note on the stitched cat with the silver chain and red feather around it's neck.
I've stolen back what's mine, fake Hero.
Come and find me
Dabi.
---- End of Part 3 ----
Part 1: My World
Part 2: It's Not Over
Part 4: Here Comes Goodbye
Part 5: Rebirthing
Song's I listened to while writing: Its not Over by Daughtry, Drown in You - Daughtry, The Dark Of You - Breaking Benjamin, El Tango De Roxanne From "Moulin Rouge", Blessless by Tielle
Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.
Getting into a relationship with Choso wasn't exactly something that happened overnight, but you could never exactly pinpoint when it crossed the line between friends.
Maybe it was the night a few weeks after he came to Jujitsu High that you had woke up from a haunting nightmare and decided on knocking on his door, and he had offered to sleep with you. After all, he would have done such a thing for his brothers, without them he had learned he was close with you as well, he reasoned. Or maybe it was the second night, when you nervously confessed it was uncommon unless you cared a lot about someone, and he let you in again anyways. Perhaps the night a day later, when one of the two of you âaccidentallyâ got very close to the other, and quietly after noticing, the other decided to wrap their arms gently, and the following nights that was how you always wound up before the two of you woke.
Maybe it was simply when the two of you had started hanging out late into the night all over campus. It certainly didn't go unnoticed by your peers how close the two of you were, how often you were only a few feet apart from one another. How you explained things to him that others didn't want to or weren't willing. After all, it was his first time living in the world. Who were you to deny his unusual questions, no matter how strange, with the bond you had?
Or maybe it was when he first started bringing you gifts like a stray cat leaving things at your doorstep. A rock that reminded him of your eye color, a piece of jewelry he thought you may like, flowers that were bright and made him think of how you made him feel when the two of you were together. You had no idea how he got half of the things he did, considering how he didn't technically have a job, but it was sweet anyways how he went out of his way for you.
-NSFW below-
Maybe it wasn't any of that at all though. Maybe it was a week later when you had shifted in your sleep and pressed against him in a particular way that his body reacted to. He had needed to wake you up in his worry, telling you how breathless and tense; the unusual sensations he felt. Now that was a sight worth waking up to, his flustered pink face staring down at you. Maybe it was when you bashfully tried to explain what his newfound bodily function typically meant, and how to relieve the tightness and uncomfortableness he felt in detail. He looked at you like you were speaking another language; after all, who else would try to give that talk to an adult? Regardless, he trusted what you said even though it felt foreign. Maybe it truly was when you offered to help him out yourself, and his face turned slightly redder than usual, his mark spilling and spreading out across his cheeks. Maybe it was when he said yes, although he wasn't sure if he totally understood, and worried about someone being so near a part that he had been explicitly told by others was typically very socially unacceptable to touch. Or maybe it was when you finally touched him and he had to stifle a gasp when the sensation of uncomfortability into much, much more pleasure, and he couldn't resist bucking up into your hands, utterly overwhelmed. He didn't know his body could feel that good, and he cried actual tears of joy the first time the two of you were fully united. He didn't know two people could get so close, other than brothers, until that moment. He had seen others kissing before, but never understood it himself until he had you. You had stopped moving, worried after seeing the tears, and had asked if he wanted to continue. In response, he leaned up and kissed you in, knowing it was the right moment. After all, you were the one person he had ever wanted to do that to. Maybe that was the moment.
TLDR: Itâs fine for you to believe that, but not okay to be disrespectful to people with other opinions.
It was an interesting theory to me when I first started seeing the fanart of Jax with long hair, makeup, dresses, etc⊠it made enough sense with what happened in the show to me that would lead some people to believe he's trans. It was all fun and games⊠until I started getting hate comments for not thinking it as well, and when I said it was âimpliedâ instead of confirmed in-universe for someone who was curious and hadn't watched the series.
I think in part why some people believe he HAS to be trans is toxic masculinity, not wanting a male character to be comfortable with wearing traditional women's clothes.
Another part maybe is that people assume I'm transphobic just for disagreeing??? Not that I don't approve of trans people or anything - I AM transgender and have been for the past 6 years. đ
I'm saying, wearing a bow or maid outfit doesn't automatically have to make someone transfem. I could definitely see Jax as a femboy, queer, nonbinary, or genderfluid person just as much as mtf trans! -but he doesn't have to be any of those things! I'm not going around and getting angry at people for disagreeing with my headcannons. You can be gender-nonconforming for dozens of reasons.
âBut it was confirmed by the creator!â Great, this means nothing to me. Most people don't follow shows they watch closely enough to care about a tweet or discord announcement âconfirmingâ something. If they wanted it to be undeniably accepted, why wasn't it confirmed in the show then?
âBut they blushed when Ribbit put a bow on their head!â Still⊠because RIBBIT did it, and he was IN HER BED, they were obviously getting close to each other. It was a cute act between two people. You know how many girls would have done the same to their boyfriends? I interpreted it as flirtatious, if anything.
âBut they got defensive and freaked out at the thought of Kaufmo seeing them in a bow!â Pretty sure he was freaked out because he literally admitted to being abused as a kid and possibly killing his mom?!? You cannot tell me you think the bow was the most important part of this scene.
âOk but⊠Jax in a maid costume though?â Boys can wear maid costumes? Even frat boys wear maid costumes, Jax is a comical character so it makes sense to who he is.
Again, I understand why people would come to the conclusion that Jax is a trans girl, but can't a person have their own opinions on the subject?
Edit: I totally agree with one commenter who worded it quite well when they described that prior to the discourse surrounding the final episode, they had no hint that Jax was transfem, and theres a plethora of reasons to be seen as 'unmanly'. To clarify, the entire point of this post is to say that the trans undertones in the final episodes were so subtle that some might not pick up on them, and attacking them online for not thinking it's cannon/ not following the creator's social media with confirming posts is ridiculous, and the creator said themself that people can draw their own conclusions.
HERE WE GO. OH BOY OH BOY. I LOCKED TF IN and finished it now. Little bit late from my usual time, but i really can't wait myself to drop this angsty brick on you. I'm not throuwing it right now, just weighting it in my hand menacingly and kissing it mockingly
Totally real repulsed ace experience, thinking that maybe you're not as repulsed and can give it a try for your partner, but when it comes to it, you realise that NO, ACTUALLY, YOU DON'T WANT THIS AT ALL. And feeling stupid for being scared.... not like i went through any of it, but i just have good imagination. I've never even had a partner.
Um, anyway. Alastor got in it on his own, because of his poor judgement of himself...
AU Masterpost
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âčâË. VALENTINEâS DAY 2025 â aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.
⥠getting hit by a villainâs quirk right before valentineâs day was not something youâd planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.
fat tears race down izukuâs face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in betweenâbut no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesnât go away.
âtoo much, âs too much,â he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. âbaby, i canât, not anymoreâshit! âm empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.â
âhurts?â you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. ââzuku, know what hurts?â
âno, i know,â he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. itâs familiar, but itâs not the same; thereâs no cum involved, heâs been drained too dry to give you anything. âl-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.â
it hurts. izukuâs cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but heâs too entranced to pull you off himself. when youâd arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.
villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and itâs just his luck that one popped up before valentineâs day.
the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . youâre bouncy, and heâs wondering if the villainâs quirk enhanced your stamina too.
in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good heâs doing, how sexy he looks when heâs whining so sweetly. just when heâs thinking it canât get any better, you hit him where heâs weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.
flustered, he canât help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.
âdo what you want with me,â he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. âhah, if thatâs what you want, jusâ use me. fuck me, baby.â
BAKUGO KATSUKI.
⥠you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japanâs number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsukiâs rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness â despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.
ridiculous, is all you can think as youâre being folded in half in the back of a company car thatâs sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsukiâs not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesnât think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.
âd-deeper, katsuki,â you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. âplease, itâs not deep enoââ
âshut it,â he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesnât quite have the same effect it usually does, since itâs been mellowed out by the villainâs aphrodisiac like quirk. âdonât you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?â
a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. âi wouldnât have to if youâd just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?â
a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. âi guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if itâs subparââ
in an instant, katsukiâs hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back workedânow heâs really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.
âcanât take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,â katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. âfuck, youâve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.â
âmake me.â
he canât seem to recall a time where heâs ever been this turned onâthat aphrodisiac quirkâs got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.
katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasnât giving you his all; but now, he will, and he wonât stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if thatâs what youâre asking for, heâll give it to you.
you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he canât stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.
âletâs work up to that, alright? youâre going toââ
âwhat if i donât, katsuki?â you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. âthen what?â
another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm youâll have to work hard for.
âthatâs what. now, letâs try that againâyouâll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,â satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. âyour choice, brat.â
TODOROKI SHOTO.
⥠with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differentlyâshoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.
âah, âm cumming, sho,â cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everythingâs so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. âgood, âs so fucking good.â
sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shotoâs left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.
âiâm sorry,â his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, âitâs justâshit, itâs not enough.â
âa-again? i, hah, donât know if thatâs a goodââ
shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. âiâm still burning up,â itâs completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. âsee, lovey? canât even use my quirk to fix it.â
a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. âi might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,â you warn.
âi know, but baby,â gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. âi donât wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.â
he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the feverâs severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.
once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and heâs babbling incoherently. â . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-itâs not my fault youâre soâhaa, shitâso perfect, making me burn up whenever youâre not looking.â
and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. heâs always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he wonât feel any embarrassment.
âsho, right there,â a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. âoh god, âm gonna make a mess again!â
his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. âcanât wait to taste it, darling.â
you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.
in an instant, shotoâs temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.
âi want to stay like this before we leave.â
âyouâve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.â
âitâll melt if iâm cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.â
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
⥠eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.
âbabe, baby, you feel so good,â cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. âs-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckinâ beautiful.â
his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like heâs deliriousâit would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didnât spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.
âeijirou,â you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. heâs not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. âalready forgot the speech i gave you? whyâd you eat the cookies?â
shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. âwhyâd you have sex cookies in the fridge?â
âthey were a surprise for valentineâs!â
oh.
now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadnât been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldnât be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.
but the feeling doesnât last longâyour tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips thatâs sure to finish him.
the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. itâs small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly donât look too upset about it.
âno way, baby,â a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. âam i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are youââ
his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirouâs surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. âmr. red riot, youâd be quiet if you wanted me to.â
âsorry,â he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that heâs shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. âiâve justââ he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. âiâve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.â
you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirouâs clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. âiâm crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. âm sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didnât mean toâhaa, w-whatâre you doing to me? oh, youâre gonna make meââ
it doesnât take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirouâs cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. itâs too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.
heâs hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quicklyâbut then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.
âwhyâd you..? baby?â
you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. âmight as well draw it out, hm?â
âyouâre gonna milk me?â
heâs so cute . .
you want to see him crying.
you hum, âonly until youâre begging for me to stop.â
KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA
⥠an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesnât go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .
âwhat the fuck,â you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. âthereâs no way itâs from a plant, it canât beââ
hantaâs tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. âthe symptoms are, ngh, the same.â
one of your hands works denkiâs cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hantaâs buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.
âcanât you just read after?â denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. âletâs just fixâyeah, baby, jusâ like thatâfix the problem now and figure it out later.â
âshut it, denks,â hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, youâre researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.
things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?
âlook, they f-found something similar in america,â hantaâs voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.
âforget about the book,â denkiâs begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. âcâmon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.â
perhaps this is something to be selfish about â when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hantaâs everything youâve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denkiâs just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.
hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. âwant you to gush all over me, baby.â
thrashing under denkiâs fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe theyâre a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and thereâs no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.
just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hantaâs pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.
denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. âg-good girl, go on ân let it out.â
since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro heroâs been getting realistic flashes of thoughts heâs kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like youâre ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.
an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hantaâs own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and failsâhe collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.
loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denkiâs sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.
âuh. so, um, whatâre we supposed to report when we get back?â
TAKAMI KEIGO.
⥠bless his heart. for valentineâs, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japanâs most expensive chocolate for you. heâd been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didnât even realize that heâd purchased sex chocolate.
âit hurts, dovey. itâs s-so painful.â
since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigoâs been reduced to a pathetic mess who canât seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way heâs crumbling inside.
youâre just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.
âright there, kei,â you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. âoh my god, donât stop.â
as if heâd ever plan to.
he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like heâs just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.
âdovey, câmon,â his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. âjust tell me what you want, and iâll, ah, iâll fuckinâ give it to you.â
keigoâs entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.
âmake me cum, kei,â and he doesnât need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.
youâre wrapping around keigoâs waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.
âwant me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and againââ he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, âwhile you take it like you were made to.â
quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words youâve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.
you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigoâs face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. âgonnaââm gonna cum, kei!â
âwith me, dovey, please,â sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. âlet me feel you cum around me, ughhh.â
sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentineâs chocolates, the expensive ones heâd come home with earlier.
with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that canât be right. surely this is the common valentineâs day effect on couplesâit canât be from the chocolate, can it?
Contains: Handcuffs, slight mention of violent action, theft, mentions of blood, electrification, cussing. MATURE sexual CONTENT. Oral sex, edging, he doms, semi-public. Ever so slight dubcon if you squint?
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âChargebolt! Over here! Over here!â A journalist frantically waved her hands, catching his attention. Not waiting a second to waste the spotlight, she shot her question. âWhat do you have to say to the accusations that you were caught indecently in an alleyway with a criminal?âÂ
Many of the cameras flashed and eyes looked towards the shocking comment, hoping for a newsworthy response at the press conference for the pro hero team of Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Red Riot, Alien Queen, Chargebolt, and Cellophane.
He chuckled slightly with a shy smile, and backed away from the podium, entirely dodging the question. Such outlandish things were common from the press for more publicity; easily ignored. If this one was real, well, who would even know if he kept quiet?
âDude, did you actually do it?â Kirishima whispered to him, somehow knowing with his perfect sense of intuition, bumping him on the shoulder.Â
âNot here,â was all he whispered back in confession, a small mischievous smile secretly playing on his face.
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Out of all the things, you, a seasoned villain, got caught snatching a purse someone had left unattended on a bench! Sure, it was definitely fancy enough to be worth taking, but if only it hadnât been near to that damn hero in the corner, you never would have been noticed. At the moment, night was falling, the last bright rays crashing down against the horizon of the city, and your wrists were tightly held by none other than pro hero Chargebolt, every bit living up to his fiery name. âYouâre under arrest, hot stuff,â he beamed, much too cheery for the situation at hand.
Shit! Yes, he was the hottest young hero around, but you couldnât be stopped like this, not even by him! What to do, what to do? Thinking fast, you slammed the back of your head into his, and felt him release you in a daze, staggering back, holding his nose. As hot as the sight of the blood dripping down his face with a smile may be, you averted your gaze and opted to run for your life, instead of stupidly simping over the golden-haired guy.
Perhaps it was a mistake, for he was recovered in seconds, chuckling. What the hell? He didnât even pursue, no loud banging of his shoes bolting after you, like you would have expected of a hero. It nearly caused you to second guess and look back, but you decided it were better to question it later and not look a gift horse in the mouth.
You hadnât ran any more than ten meters down the narrow nearby street before you felt it; sharp, excruciating pain blooming around your back, so intense that it was almost dull. Your body was not made to handle feeling such a thing. Was this what it felt like to be shot? Time moved still, and every moment you felt like you were nearly dying, the pain amplifying and surging through you, head-to-toe. Soon, you were mercilessly convulsing on the ground, wishing the sting would end. Why did you have to run into someone with such a combat-focused quirk? Shit.
It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving you gasping for breath, doubled over. It was just⊠gone, like withdrawing your hand from a hot stovetop. How could that be right? The pain had all but vanished, but you couldnât ignore the way it had just clawed through every part of your being, as if your veins were on fire. It would be impossible to recover in such a short amount of time.
Chargebolt strolled leisurely towards you, as if he had all the time in the world, which would have been infuriating to your current situation, had you not been so in shock, trying to regain your sanity and line of thinking.
Before you knew it, he had tugged you up sadistically by the hair, pushing his knee into your back, shoving you to the ground. He looked you in the eyes, tilting your head up with sparking interest before allowing you to slump down again, but this time, a freezing, heavy sensation dragged on your wrists, tight behind your back. Looking down, you realized what he had done. Handcuffing. Of course⊠that was the reason he had picked you up like that. âHey, you made me have to use something rougher than just my hands,â he said defensively with a sigh, trailing his fingers along the metal. âDonât go blaming me for starting a fight...â You hung your head, defeated. Aw man, this sucked bad. Not only were you caught, but you had really made a fool of yourselfâŠ
âSorry princess, but thatâs what happens when you try to steal my things,â he chided in a tone as if you were a pet who had just been punished for leaping onto a table, and then he had felt bad about being too mean about it. A comforting hand trailed down your back, as if to say âI know your painâ. Despite everything, you couldnât help but feel comforted by the gentle touch after all the adrenaline and pain, as if it were some twisted plan all along. A smear of blood streaked from his nose to his cheek that he had clearly tried to wipe off, but a bit still dripped down to the corner of his mouth. This guy was weird. A freak. Who would treat a villain like this, so hot-and-cold, terribly then nicely? People normally had pretty polarized views of people like you.
Wait. âYour things?â you questioned, too dazed to think before the words tumbled out of your mouth. âThat purse was yours?â
âItâs a crossbody bag, babe,â he said sassily with a hint of offense, picking it up and flinging it over his shoulder. â...and I happen to think they look quite fashionableâŠâ he sighed. â-especially on, ya know⊠me.â He posed like a model, which was a bit ridiculous given what you had just gone through, you could have almost laughed, but you most certainly couldnât deny pretty much nothing would look bad on him. He was Chargebolt, after all. He was one of the few heroes you kept up with on social media, posting content that could questionably be considered thirst traps with the way he bit his lip, winked, or looked up at the camera on every other video. The captions under the posts were overly flirtations, âfeel free to fall for meâ type of posts, along with some puns that occasionally made you chuckle. The guy had an interesting sense of humor and most certainly wasnât bad looking.
âMaybe it does,â you said pleasantly, trying to formulate a way to escape from the situation you currently found yourself in. Surely, buttering up the hero wouldnât hurt your chances?
âUnh? You really think so!â he shouted happily, pumping his fists. âI just got it downtown at thisâŠâ he prattled on, falling into your trap and giving you time to formulate.
By now, the darkness of night was quickly descending like smooth water falling down. Every second was darker and darker.
âHandcuffs, really? What is this, 50 years ago? How old-fashioned. I thought only police did stuff like that nowadays. Why not just knock me out?â you complained, hoping to continue to distract him from taking you down to the station for a bit longer.
âI⊠like them?â he once again trailed his fingers across the short chain, starting to pull you up. âThey suit you,â he dropped his voice with a smirk. Hell, was he really flirting with you? Was that supposed to be sexual?
âGoing after my stuff with me right there, it was almost like you wanted to get caught by me,â he quirked an eyebrow mischeviously as he spoke.
There it was, your out, a perfectly lit path through the darkness, and he had given it straight to you.
âMaybe⊠maybe I did,â you said with a nervous smile.
His eyes lit up as if in disbelief. âAre you serious? God, what a stalker! Are you a fan, huh? Or just passed by and thought this would be a good way to get my attention?â he questioned eagerly. âBecause youâve certainly got it.â
It was working; he had released you and looked at you with newfound interest. He had entirely bought it, there was no faking the enthusiasm and energy that seeped from him.
âYeaâŠâ now to really hit home⊠âIf you get my phone, I can show you-â
Within seconds, he had it out of your pocket in excitement, tapping the fingerprint sensor against your hand and scrolling through your social media, seeing all the (occasional) likes and notes on his posts. âOh, you commented that? I canât believe this! My first stan I meet IRL! Haha! Wow! Shocking, really.â He was busy enough inflating his own ego that he may miss if you slipped away⊠but those heavy, police-grade metal handcuffs⊠would be hard to explain to a locksmith.
âHey,â he turned back from you in thought. âSo, if youâre a crazy fan, then how come you only liked some of the posts?â Shoot⊠innocent enough, but it was unusual.Â
âB-because those were the ones with other people in them!â you said in a hurry, blurting the words out and hoping he was too trusting and understanding to check.
âSomeoneâs possessive of their hero, ahaaha!â he chuckled, impressed. âJust how far would you be willing to go for me, hmm?â He knelt down at you, tilting up your head. Hell. He had to be serious.
âUncuff me and find out.â
He scoffed and let you go. âWell I really shouldnât⊠nah, uncuffing, thatâd ruin the fun!âÂ
He put a hand to his mouth, considering. âWell⊠I guess I could let you go⊠after all, itâs not like you had anything really evil planned,â he rationalized, totally unaware of who you were and the things youâd done. âIt was mine, after all, just a ploy for attention, and if I decide to forgive you, no biggie, right?â he said, shrugging, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. You just slowly nodded along, as if you were just now catching his drift.
âSo, wanna figure out a deal?â he said slyly, coming up behind you and rubbing between your shoulder blades, right where he had shot you with his electricity. A noise nearly escaped from you the moment his hands grazed you. You had to admit, it felt lovely against the aches, and you found yourself leaning into the touch. Youâd better take his offer before he decided to rescind it.
âT-that feels good⊠u-uh, sounds good.â
âYeah, I suppose I could make an exception, and we could⊠come to an agreement for someone as pretty as youâŠâ The implications ran deep and you relaxed under his hold, fully leaning back and allowing him to hold you. Despite how dim the alleyway was by now, only a few meager stars and the moon and a distant streetlamp, you could see the tension in his eyes as your bodies drew closer.
âChargeboltâŠâ
âCall me Denki,â he breathed, pulling you in. You could definitely use the knowledge of his first name against him, but for now⊠for now, his lips grazed against yours, the metallic tang of the blood you had caused still sticking slightly, but you couldnât care less, all that mattered was the closeness and relieving the ache he had caused deep in your chest.
It wasnât his quirk, but you could not doubt the spark you felt as his lips pushed against yours, once, twice, three times, meshing with each other, filling that need you desperately had wanted since he started being all teasing. Every second guess you had if he was just joking flitted from your mind, replaced with a firm undeniable certainty. If your hands werenât handcuffed behind your back, you would have reached for the back of his head for more. Sensing this, he did the same to you, brushing through your hair from the nape of your neck, which sent tingles down your spine.
It was a tangle of emotions and needy presses against each other for many minutes after, before the two of you finally separated again.
After staggering back in a gasp to gain a breath, he stood up with a smirk. âYou look good there, kneeling on the ground, for me, sweet stuff,â he said, circling you with stiff legs in an exaggerated fashion, twining around you much like how you secretly had him wrapped around your finger.Â
With a brief glance downwards, one thing was clear: Oh, he was definitely hard. âLike what you see, hmm?â he mocked, noticing where your eyes had landed.
âThink you could help me out, maybe?â he questioned.
âUncuff me and Iâll show you how well I can-â
âHaven't had anyone for awhile, I think I will take you up on that.â Taking your sassiness as permission, Denki slid his quirk support belt and hip pouches (which must have contained the handcuffs) down, and it was obvious where this was going. So much for getting the handcuffs off quickly, but you still seemed to be on the right track. Was it really so bad, if he were palming himself with one hand inches from your mouth that he was trailing his other thumb along? Was it really so bad that the handsome guy kissed you so passionately? Was it really so bad, that you felt the wetness seeping through your thighs at the thought of him âtaking advantageâ of you like this?
You let your mouth hang open as he pressed gently against the bottom lip, dragging the saliva against the digit and slowly dropping his pants, pressing the fingers that had been in your mouth against his hard-on, which strained against his boxers. âHellâŠâ He breathily gave himself a few strokes, gently biting his lip at how painfully horny he was by now, seeing you watching him so intently. He couldnât disappoint a huge fan, could he?
âWell then, earn your freedom, villain, if you want it so badly!â He pressed himself up against your cheek, and you took that as your cue. You couldnât help but want to please him as his manly scent- Chargebolt, the mighty, funny, hot hero, flooded your senses. You lightly tongued his length through the fabric, and he hissed with need as you made contact. You licked slowly around and up the shaft, slipping the very end of the tip into your mouth. The strong hero was quickly coming apart at the thought of a quick blowjob in the back of an alleyway. Although you could hardly see anything but shards of his face in the sparse light, you were sure his face was red, and god did he want it.Â
âShit, I canât⊠fuck, you can take it all, right?â he asked, more to himself than talking to you. âI need more. Open your mouth, please?â he commanded. You obeyed, following his instructions and allowing him to do what he wanted, as with your hands tied, you had little option to act on your own. If you wanted this, even a little bit, it would have to be on his terms.
He slid his waistband down, and his dick sprang up to gently smack your cheek. Your mouth watered in anticipation, and you left it open, feeling the drool condense at the base of your tongue. He ran himself against the soft flesh for a moment, shutting his eyes slightly to enjoy, leaving an ever-so-slight trail of thick precum.
âYouâre going to earn this now, alright?â He clearly wasn't looking for a verbal answer as he guided himself past your lips, and you finally tasted the saltiness of him against your tongue. You clenched your thighs together. Would you get to feel this perfectly shaped-
âKnew it. Shit, you're a good one. Doing a good job. HellâŠâ he stuttered out as he went deeper, and paused, letting out a small shudder as he felt your warm, wet mouth around him. You breathed through your nose, trying to adjust to the sensation. He couldnât help but grip your shoulders in a similar motion to what he had done while massaging them. He throbbed a few times, as if the thought alone of being in your mouth could finish him. Really, how the mighty had fallen. In some ways, the hero was now at your mercy.
Ever-so-slightly, you moved your tongue around him and pressed into him even more, curious to see what else he would do. âShit!â He threw his head back, unable to help the way his hips snapped towards the feeling. He was sure sensitive. âHey, I didnât- DidnâtâŠâ his thoughts trailed off, gulping as he looked down at you taking his cock, and couldnât pretend to tease or that he didnât like what he saw. He throbbed again and let out a moan, setting a pace in and out of your mouth, alternating between cusses and groans. âFeels sâ good with your tongue against me-â he gasped, eyes widening, âlike that,â he breathed.
His grip against you tightened, and he couldnât help but nervously bunch his fists in your hair as he pushed into your mouth, uttering brief praises that cut off abruptly to be replaced by new ones. He was falling apart already. With how much twitching he was doing, it couldnât be long.
Sure enough, he pushed himself up to the base and stilled in your throat, throbbing and taking a moment, and you could feel his hands trembling in your hair, moments from being undone. He pushed in and out once more, again stilling himself firmly. A few more times you allowed him to repeat this pattern. Then, as if changing his mind, he thrusted roughly and quickly enough that you nearly coughed before the final shuddering, sloppy movements occurred. His whole body jerked with the spurts that coated your mouth and you were forced to swallow down. His eyes were glued tightly shut as he let out a sighed moan and a string of cusses, dick twitching against the roof of your mouth before finally stilling, and he pulled himself back into his pants.Â
You continued to kneel there, and he ran his fingers through your hair again, moving along your shoulders and upper back in comforting motions, no doubt pleased with your performance. âYouâ fucking bastard,â he couldnât help but smile. âGod, this was a great shift,â he chuckled, breathless, before leaning down in a deep kiss.
How long⊠would this go on for? He was insatiable. You couldnât find yourself complaining as he greedily caressed your cheek with his hand and went in for another rough kiss, consuming your tongue and lips, uncaring that it still tasted like his release.
âLet me return the favor then, oh biggest fan.â
Was he ever going to uncuff you? The thought was quickly forgotten when he deftly shoved your shorts down, which would have been utterly humiliating had anyone been watching. There was nothing you could do to stop it. He dragged you up, groping your chest and trailing down to your waistband with a smirk. He rolled his hips against yours, and you gasped as you felt his already-hard length slide against the spot on your panties, bumping right against your clit, giving it the slightest bit of friction. You clenched your fists. He pushed more, embracing you, his clothed member slipping against the pathetically drenched slick at the bottom of your underwear, coating his own. Shit, you wanted it. âOh? You wanted this bad, huh? Go ahead, Iâd love to hear it.âÂ
How long had it been at this point? He had still hardly even touched you anywhere indecent! He rubbed firm circles around your nipples, and your hips found his subconsciously.
âI have been thinking about you⊠for awhile,â you admitted, flustered.
âMmm⊠and what exactly has my fan been thinking about, hot stuff?â Denki lowered himself as he trailed his fingers down across your chest, sides, waist, hips, and rested on your thighs. His kisses started in the middle of your chest and went in a line straight downwards, stopping at your waistband, him now the one kneeling. You couldnât answer, too preoccupied with the feeling of his hands and lips on such sensitive areas. âWell, you're certainly wet from just sucking me off, anyhow. Itâs cute,â he said, endearingly, pushing two fingers lightly against your drenched, clothed hole.
He occupied his mouth by biting into your waistband, thumbing at the leg bands and pulling it down, staring so intently with lust and fascination at what lay under them.
While you may have reached out and tried to stop him in embarrassment, the moment you moved your arms the cuffs jerked, stopping your hands from going any further. With a grunt, he shoved your back against the wall firmly, and yanked down the remaining fabric.
âSpread âem,â he breathed desperately, dropping the cloth to your ankles. He pushed his thumbs into the divots in your upper thighs, pressing them apart enough to gain access. Who were you to say no to him doing you this favor? Certainly afterwards he would unlock you from the bindings.Â
Looking away, you unclenched your muscles, and allowed him to pull your thighs apart. You were rewarded with a flutter of quick kisses next to his thumbs as he looked up, as if unsure, and you felt your cheeks burn as you nodded your permission. You saw the sly grin that graced his face in the darkness seconds before he turned his gaze down, and although shy, you couldnât help but want to watch how intrigued and engrossed he seemed to be by you.
Slowly moving his fingers up, he parted your lips between his middle and index finger, enough to breathe against your clit. There was no doubt the way the slick was nearly beginning to drip down your thigh, or the way your bump jumped at the slight change in air. You wanted him, badly. Anyone passing by would have no doubt. Placing his hands on your hips, he pressed you back into the wall as his mouth finally latched onto your clit, sucking and tonguing in slow motions. He kneaded your sides in his fingers, kneeling against one of your legs. The sick pervert was rocking himself against your shin while pleasing you. If only your damn hands werenât helplessly plastered against the brick wall behind you, youâd wish to feel his fluffy locks between your fingers. Instead, you balanced on the leg he was gently using, and pushed him into you further with the other, and you were met with a deep moan as his nose slid against the slick of your pussy.Â
He quickly swatted you back. âCareful doll, donât want to fall⊠as nice as the thought of you landing on my face would be,â he warned. âJust lean back and let meâŠâÂ
You couldnât help but whimper as his muscle slipped down to your hole, prodding at the entrance. His lips had to be coated by you. He inched his way in, rubbing small circles around your clit. Damn, much more of this and you couldnât resistâŠ
âD-do you want toâŠâ slipped out of your mouth before you could even think of how to end that.
âYea? Do I want to what?â he challenged between breaths.
âYou rather put your aching cock somewhere else?â you chanced, feeling bold, finding it hard to stay still, your knees almost trembling at how much you needed his contact after how worked up he had gotten you.
He throbbed on your leg in response, and hummed in a way that sent shivers up your pussy, God, you wanted to grab him! âSounds fun, maybe next time,â he said, a buzz coming from his pocket.
Next time, did he mean it? Would there truly be a ânext timeâ?
âNngh, your tongue feels so good, fuck!â You bucked up against him. You could feel yourself starting to get close with just the slippery sensations of his tongue. He hadnât even used his fingers in youâŠ. it was surprising, how quickly he got you like this, and you feared that you could see yourself getting used to itâŠ
âAh shoot. work calls. I am on duty, after all,â he said, as the buzzing from his phone resumed once again, withdrawing to decline the call and opt to text instead, leaving you quivering in surprise.
âYouâre just⊠gonna leave me here?â you asked, indignantly. Hell, you knew his work, but stillâŠ
âGotta leave you wanting more to make sure you come back?â he replied, tilting his head, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Fucking heroes! Never finishing the job right. You could have growled at him. First thing you were doing when you got home was unfollowing him.
âOh, and letâs make this one fun, villain!â he emphasized the word. Did he somehow know who you were? Was this all secretly some elaborate ruse? Fuck, had you somehow been played, when you thought this was all just happening to work out in your favor?
âIâll leave this here with you to keep as a little reminderâŠâ he slid the key into your mouth, the taste bitter and metallic, and you had nothing else left to say, too conflicted with your thoughts and focused on your ticket out. â...and if you can figure out how to do that, hereâs this, too. He slipped something into your hand. It felt like⊠a crumpled receipt? What the hell?Â
You squinted after him as he wandered down the alleyway whistling a happy tune, gone as soon as he came, pulling out his phone to call his work back. This certainly had to be the most unusual âfailedâ robbery ever.
You spat the key out and turned around, picking it up from behind your back, attempting with the very little room the handcuffs allowed you to feel for where the key would fit into the lock. With a scraping noise, you knew you had succeeded. You pulled the metal apart finally, and your hands slipped out, effortlessly, and hooked the metal around your belt. Maybe youâd have some use for them later.
As pissed as you were, you couldnât help but wonder if you would really have the chance to see the hero again. After all⊠what could it mean for your organization to get close with a pro? You knew you wouldnât tell anyone his real name, or hold it against him. Just something about him⊠made you want to be close, almost protective. Made you want more nights like tonightâŠ
You uncrumpled the paper, which contained a hastily scribbled note. âHey if you finish, take a video for me, mk?â As if in this dirty alley! The gall! You could hardly believe you did all that you had here, anyways. â...or if you want, maybe come to my place? The shift ends in 30. See ya?â Your heart fluttered to see a little lightning bolt against his real name, alongside a string of very convincing-looking numbers.
