it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…
and yet.
"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.
he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.
he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.
"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.
"fucking hell." he mumbles.
"what was that?"
he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.
"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.
"sure, anything."
his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."
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"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.
this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.
"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.
"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"
"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?"
"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"
he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.
"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.
you swore it was just a dare. that this was supposed to be a joke, something to laugh about with your friends. but when the campus loser had you pinned to the sheets under him — his ridiculously huge cock grinding against all the right spots — it was getting harder and harder to remember how you ended up here in the first place.
each thrust felt like it was stripping away every ounce of control that you desperately tried to cling onto, unraveling you further when his pelvis met the curve of your ass.
“oh—fuck!” you cried, gripping onto the sheets helplessly. the sight of him hovering above you was almost unreal, caged in between his arms. this was the loser you got dared to sleep with? his cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink, sweat beading on his temples before falling onto your skin. his hands were wrapped around your waist perfectly, holding you in place while he mercilessly drove into you. “you sure this—nngh—is your first time?” every word you managed to get out took effort, coming out in between choked cries and whines.
“mmm, does it look otherwise?” he rasped, his breath ghosting your collarbone before biting down on your skin. “you’re shaking so much.. wasn’t expecting a loser like me to be this good? good thing you decided to come see for yourself, hm?”
you could hear the faint cockiness dripping from his tone, unbothered and apathetic as he filled you up with languid strokes, leaving you clinging onto his shoulders. it was almost humiliating how effortless it was for him to completely ruin you, submitting to him fully and abandoning your pride. fuck this loser shit. no one’s held you like this before, no one’s fucked you like this before. “you know.. people call you a loser.” you said in between gasps, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“haah—does it matter?” groaning into your skin, he melted into your warmth, the brutal rhythm turning into something that bordered on intimate. “not anymore.” you shook your head. “i’m starting to want to keep you to myself.”
“you sure you won’t get bored of a loser like me?” he asked, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. “i don’t come with much, just saying.”
“does it matter?” echoing his words, you pulled him in for a kiss with your legs wrapped tight around his waist. “if i want something i must have it. and in this case.. i want you.”
his gaze lingered on yours, looking closely. unyielding. like he didn’t want to look away, like he was looking for the slightest bit of hesitation — a sign of deceit. but there was none. gone was the lie — the trap he knowingly walked into — unarmed the moment he held you in his arms.
“sure. you can use me, play with me, tell your friends whatever you want..” he murmured, hot breath hitting your ears. “but next time, don’t wait for a dare.”
𝛏 semiu tells you about an aphrodisiac she tried with her girlfriend and, well… you just have to try it on your man.
𓈒݂݂၇ fem reader, yeah they don’t know about it at first but its all fun and games nobody gets hurt and it’s all consensual sex, pet names, enjin saying off the wall shit, tamsy being a lil freak, and zanka being a brat.
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★ tamsy
Tamsy trusts you.
Thinks nothing of it when you casually offer him a treat. You’d never do anything remotely unsavory to him, right? Because he’s obsessed with you and you can do no wrong in his eyes.
Now, as he has you stretched open in his bed, fingers laced with yours and pinned to the mattress, he wonders if you’ve done this to him.
That it’s your fault he’s thrusting even after his thighs start burning. Cock achy and sensitive while he chases his third orgasm, pussy stuffed full.
“Angel,” he moans. Tamsy’s lids lower further, cheeks flushed bright pink. Drool drips from parted lips, splattering on your collarbone. “You gave me something.”
You shake your head furiously, back arching as he fucks you faster. His name falls from your mouth over and over as your pleasure rips through you.
Tamsy squeezes his eyes shut. His cock throbs. He cums again, a low, wrecked moan sticking in his throat.
His hips don’t stop.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Your apology is weak.” He dips down kissing your jaw, your throat. “If truly want to show you’re sorry,” he murmurs. “You’ll cry for me, pretty little angel.”
Tamsy fucks you so long you fall asleep right after, sore and with dried tears on your cheeks.
You smack the chocolate from his hand the next time he’s offered any.
★ enjin
No man’s land makes Enjin want to rip his hair out. Each time he gets assigned out there he smokes ten cigarettes in a row.
In the jeep on the ride over, you offer Enjin a treat. Holding it in your open palm from the passenger seat. You tell him it’s a pick me up— an… energizer of sorts.
He asks you to feed it to him, of course. Enjin murmurs, “Thanks, sweetheart. You always know just what I need,” in that low teasing tone, and Rudo tells the two of you to stop being so fucking gross from the backseat.
Enjin’s cock is hard enough to cut diamonds in the middle of destroying a trash beast.
He octoshreds the monster and simultaneously pictures your tight wet pussy. Revisits the memory of folding you in half like a lawn chair last night and fucking you until you drenched his pelvis.
Enjin watches you fight from the top of a “sand” heap. Leers at your body as you twist and jump and murder trash beasts with fierce grace.
There’s a couple monsters left, but he leaves them for the others. His cock throbs and sticks to his underwear as he finds you, drags you by the wrist to his jeep.
“Enjin— wait! W— What about the others?”
“Don’t fucking care. I need that sweet pussy right now or I’ll hump a trash beast like a dog. You don’t want to see that, right?”
Enjin manhandles you around the opposite side of the jeep, out of sight, and swings open the door. He bends you over the backseat and yanks your pants under your ass.
You wail, his thick cock splitting you open, pushing your hips back into him.
“Enjin!”
“Christ. You’re tighter than a fucking nun,” he groans through his teeth. Enjin smacks your ass. “Now bounce that ass, baby.”
It’s okay, the chaotic fighting covers your screaming.
★ zanka
Zanka is pissed.
He’s spent the last hour fighting a boner during dinner.
You gave him some beautifully wrapped sweet chocolate right before you’d scampered off with some lame excuse about training.
Zanka prides himself on not being a dumbass. He knows, without a doubt, you’re the reason he had to escape to the bathroom and point his dick upwards to hide it behind his waistband.
The door to your dorm almost flies off the hinges. Zanka stands in the frame, eyes glowing like he’s about to use his jinki.
“What the fuck did you give me!”
You lower your magazine, sitting up in bed, blinking innocently. “What ever do you mean?”
Zanka practically vibrates. He slams your door shut and stomps over to your bed. Roughly, Zanka catches your hand and presses it to his cock. It pulses under your hand.
“This,” he hisses, presses his cock harder against your palm. “Why did I eat that sweet and then think about you on your knees and playing with your pussy for an hour?”
“Oh. Well. Semiu told me about this aphrodisiac chocolate and I wanted to try it.” Zanka doesn’t stop you from sliding your hand under the hem of his pants, skin on skin. “Did it work?”
Zanka is blushing. Flustered. Pouts lightly as his lashes flutter.
“Fuck. Fine. Get on your knees, then.”
“Say the magic word, baby,” you tease, thumbing the head.
tomioka giyuu had changed. there was no trace of the giyuu who was shy and hesitant — too shy to even brush your fingers, trembling when he touched you, couldn’t even meet your gaze after you kissed him. in his place was still the same person, just bolder now with no hesitation in ruining you in his cock like you were made for it.
“gi—giyuu, aahh! i can’t—haah—nnnghh oh my god—“ you’re slurring, incoherent cries pushing past your lips as he pounded into you with deep, brutal thrusts, hitting the same exact spot that had your head spinning. “quiet down, my love.. people are gonna hear you.” his tone was gentle, but the way he drove into you said otherwise. you felt embarrassed of the obscene noises that slipped of your sopping cunt, wet shlicks echoing every time he pulled back to plunge into you again twice as hard.
cream frothed around his length, forming a ring around the base of his cock as you let out a loud yelp from the sheer force of him slamming into you. sweat glossed over your body, tears slipped out the corners of your eyes, and drool leaked from your lips. you looked wrecked beneath him — helpless and pathetic — body jolting as you shuddered around him once again.
the sheets were drenched, his cock glistening with your arousal, dripping down both your thighs. but his pace didn’t slow, not even in the slightest as your orgasm crashed over you, fucking you through it just to watch the way your body squirmed. he kissed the corner of your lips — messy and sweet — while pushing you down into the mattress, a contrast that had you clenching harder. he shifted slightly just to make you take him deeper, groaning softly as your walls gripped him tightly.
“too—too much—aahhh—feel it everywhere—!” your thighs shook nonstop, nails digging into his skin to hold onto the remnants of your consciousness as he fucked it away. “i know it’s too much, but you can take it for me, can’t you?” his free hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly even when he’s driving into you so roughly. you felt another wave of pleasure incoming, your body tensing up again. you didn’t have to tell him. he already knew from the way your gummy walls fluttered around him, pulsating a rhythm that told him you were close.
“that’s it—just one more. you don’t have to think, i’ll do it all for you.” his hand settled in between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. your eyes rolled back, completely out of it as the overstimulation sent overwhelming sensations throughout your body. you hadn’t realised you had shuddered all over him again, only broken cries of his name playing like a broken record in the bedroom. “doing so good for me, my love. give me more, will you?”
he’s still pounding into you, hard, kissing you to swallow your moans that came too loud. your vision flashed black and white, sobbing as you trembled violently, cumming over and over again. and when you came hard again for the last time — body falling limp, vision blurring, and babbling nonsense — he pulled you close immediately after, still buried in you, cradling your head to your chest.
he was merciless, but his eyes held nothing but love.
If this fic seems familiar it is! This is a repost from my old account Ieatwormsyum from now on I will be posting from here!
Izuku
He had been needy and whiny all day so he was going harder than usual. Hips thrusting into you hard and fast while he apologised under his breath. "I'm sorry baby, I need this so bad.. you can take it, I know you can."
When he sees you squirm away up the bed Izuku panics fast, "Shit- are you okay?" When you mumble a quick yes he double checks and then immediately continues the pace just as hard as before. "Then stay- thrust - still !"
Katsuki
Katsuki was always rough with you and you both loved it. He knew you could handle him, sometimes you even wanted it more than him, so he knew if something was wrong you would speak up.
So when you squirm away, whining about it being too much, he knew you were being a baby. He gripped your hips hard and pulled you back down the bed onto his cock. "Fuckin' stay here. Don't you run from me."
Kirishima
If you were to squirm away while Kirishima was fucking you he would look at you with genuine concern. "Too much baby?"
When you told him not to stop, your face blushing and eyes averting his gaze, he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't meant to be condescending but it felt like it.
"If it feels so good, don't run from it- okay?"
His hands brought you back down to meet his hips flush and you could see his pointed teeth in his grin.
Shoto
feel like Shoto wouldn't even care or necessarily notice that much. He might bring it up afterwards though as you were falling asleep on his chest.
He would end up following you up the bed, hips still jackhammering into you. He followed you until you were at the headboard and couldn't go further and keep you there, pinned under him.
He would feel a little guilty afterwards and give you the sweetest aftercare ever.
This is the first time I've done a Kinktober. I'm a little intimidated, but a true fanfic gooner never passes up an opportunity to write smut. I hope everyone likes it, and please feel free to comment! I love hearing feedback, other people's ideas, and ways to improve my writing. I don't have an editor or beta, so please excuse any mistakes, I'm trying to work fast here lol. (All of these are going to be xreader unless stated otherwise)
also on AO3 Ninjago Kinktober 2025 xreader edition
Lloyd wouldn't consider himself a pervert, but he's only human, and humans have needs.. He's been laying in bed staring at the ceiling in the dark for what feels like hours now, doing everything he can to resist thinking about the heat simmering under his skin. You're his friend, his teammate, someone he respected, to defile your image like that would be wrong…but he's so desperate! It's been weeks since he had a night alone to truly relax. Maybe just a little can't hurt.
He swears to himself that he won't do anything too bad, just get the thought out of his system and finally get some rest.The poor boy feels so guilty as he pulls up that incognito tab and goes on one of those websites.
There are so many options but none of them compare to you, none of the girls on there have your smile, or your voice. None of them make his heart pound from just a glance, or feel weak in the knees over a simple “Good morning, Lloyd”. Nonetheless he clicks on one of the videos. The girl is nowhere near as gorgeous but if you really squint there's a resemblance so it will have to do. He slips on a pair of headphones and triple checks that its connected and there's no chance of anyone hearing. He’s the legendary green ninja, he should be above this…but he still presses play.
At first he feels so ashamed he can't relax enough to even enjoy it but when the girl is shown turned around and bent over he feels his cock start to stir in his pajama pants. From the back it could be you, same hair and similar build, he could work with that.
Lloyd likes to take it slow at first, phone in one hand while his other snakes down to his crotch with hesitant touches. Trying hard to stop himself from going too fast and climaxing early. His half hard cock immediately jumps at even the lightest touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine. He keeps doing that for a few minutes but it's not enough. The guilt in the back of his mind going out the window the second the girl on screen starts stripping and all he can imagine is that it's you.
Would you be shy? Blushing and avoiding eye contact as he pulls your clothes off? Or would you be the type to put on a show? He can almost see the scene now, you’d be on top letting him touch you. He imagines how your soft tits would feel filling his hands, how your perfect ass would sit in his lap, how you’d get wet for him.
His hands shake as he pulls his pants down to free his straining cock, its flushed pretty pink at the tip with a small patch of neatly groomed golden hair at the base. And it's so so hard. His eyes are on the screen but his mind is on you as he starts to stoke his needy dick at a languid pace. Trying hard to stop himself from going too fast and cumming early.
That's when a message pops up and derails his train of thought. You posted a new picture on social media. He immediately clicks it.
The post isn't even sexual, just a candid image of you smiling with some funny caption, but to him it's better than any porn in existence. Lloyd’s body reacts completely on its own, the hand fisting his cock squeezing to mimic how he imagines your pussy would feel. He just knows you'd feel amazing. All those shameful fantasies bubbling to the surface. Like the one where you sit your gorgeous pussy over his face, he’d be more than happy to lick and suck and do anything you wanted as long as he could have a taste. He imagines holding your thighs apart as he alternates between sucking on that sensitive bundle of nerves called your clit, or trying to shove his tongue into your leaking hole.
He nearly moans when his orgasm starts to build but he bites his lip to hold the sounds in. The walls here are thin and there's no way he's going to let people know the mighty savior of Ninjago moans like a bitch in heat over an Instagram post. He keeps his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, head falling back and legs shaking at the feeling. It's pathetic how desperate he is for you, squirming in bed and humping his hand like a dog in heat.
Soon enough he feels electricity in his veins, sparks of pleasure making his cock flex and his balls squeeze. Unable to hold back as he speeds up his strokes. Down the shaft, over the head, down the shaft, over the head, down-FUCK!
Lloyd has to clamp his free hand over his mouth to hold in the sounds, his phone long forgotten and his mind in overdrive as milky white cum squirts out the flushed tip of his cock. Of course it gets all over his hand and shirt too, leaving unmistakable evidence of his dirty little crush.
The poor thing has to lay there for a second to catch his breath. He expected post nut clarity to kick in and make him feel like an awful pervert but it doesn't. In fact he feels more relaxed than he has in weeks. Maybe a little self-indulgence here and there is okay; even the Green Ninja has needs.
•written in the trenches of the end of my period the power of sleep deprivation stress and my clit, enjoy
•made the banner myself too hihi (◕ᴗ◕✿)
••requests are open btw
ft. Isagi, Hiori, Nanase, Bachira, Rin, Karasu, Yukimiya
Part 2!! - Kaiser, Ness, Shidou, Loki
Cw : 18+ obvi, afab!reader, biting, hickeys, oral (f/m receiving), fingering, jerking off, lowk sadism, rough, hand restriction, edging, overstimulation, sub/dom/switch dynamics kinda???, size difference kink, degradation and praise, being fucked in someone else's clothes, they're all kinda freaky in some way shape or form, generally just a horny post
ᯓ★୭˚ To preface this, i must say i want Isagi BAD. Anyway, everyone and their mama knows he has a thing for thighs. Yours especially. It's just the way they jiggle a bit when you walk, the way they shift when you move your hips and how they practically melt when you sit. In his eyes they're the most delicious thing he can lay his eyes upon. And the perfect earmuffs. He can spend hours between them, licking up your juices and playing you with his tongue. He keep you mostly clean, but that doesn't stop him from eating messy. By the time he's done pretty much his whole lower half of the face is soaked and dripping, sometimes he gets a but of it on his fringe too somehow. He gets off on just getting you off - the visual of you shaking and your teary face paired with your cute moans is more than enough for him.
more under the cut!
He likes it best when you're on your back or sitting on his face - he lives for the moments you squish his head with your thighs, drowing out any other sound and lowkey choking him like that. He doesn't care if he can't breathe or if it feels like he's gonna have his jaw relocated - do it! Squeeze his face, tug on his hair, put him in a headlock, squirm and trash around. To him that's only a sign he's doing his job well. And don't get me started on what a sucker he is for eye contact. When you look down at him with these wet eyes and you're doing your damnest not to roll them back in your head he might just cum in his pants.
"No, no— not yet. Let me keep going. Please."
Next morning you wake up and your legs still feel funny and you've got hickeys and little bites all over the insides of your thighs, and he's clinging onto you like a koala. Isagi really liked his meal.
He doesn't expect you to return the favour, but he won't stop you if you want to. He gets all shy and red, and he whimpers!! He's all twitchy and he can't keep his voice down, and his doing his hardest to look you in the eyes but it's so hard - he's too embarrassed about just how easily you have him like that yet he's too captivated by the sight in front of him to look away. He will hold your hair out of your face if he thinks it could be making it harder for you even in the slightest. Though he has to psychically stop himself from gripping your hair too hard or squishing your face with his thighs. Lowkey, I'd like him to squish my face with his thighs. #needthat
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ᯓ★୭˚ I know lately everyone's been talking about the Hiori ultra-sadist thing, and you're here to listen to me talk about it too. Now, just let me speak. He's so cute and he's so gentle and careful with you outside of.. activities, but the second he's gotten you in bed it's like a switch flips. I don't think the fact that he's 6 fucking ft tall really registers until you're under him and he's caging you between him and the mattress. You've got nowhere to go and the look on his face tells you that you'll be staying there for a while.
Whatever you let him do, he will. His deal isn't pushing your bounderies but trying to see how far he can push you. And let me tell you he is skilled with his hands. He's making you almost cum over and over again until you're basically sobbing and begging him to just do it. Other thing he does every time is holding your wrists. He won't tie them, no - he wants to hold them together himself, making sure you can't touch neither him nor yourself. Might pinch your nipples if you let him. When he finally decides to let you finish he's not giving you more than a minute to catch a breath before he's sliding his dick in you. And he's not gonna go soft now either. The hand that he was getting you off with will be gripping your hips with enough force that you'll see faint bruises the next day, and when he's close to cumming himself he's gonna move it back down to play with your clit. He switches biting and sucking on your neck and kissing you until both of you need to break the kiss so you can breathe. Won't stop you if you bite him back though. With the way he's fucking you, you'd think he's on a mission to break the bed again. Your neighbours hate you.
"Ya like it that much, huh? Don't even try to keep quiet, or I'm gonna keep going till ya beg me to stop."
HIS ACCENT UGH. He won't shut up. He keeps talking and cooing even when he's pretty sure you can't even process a word anymore. It's like his goal is to fuck you senseless. It is actually
After it's over he's taking real good care of you. He's wiping you clean, bringing food n water, running a bath - the works. Whatever you say you want it's yours. What kind of a man is he if he pounds your brain out and doesn't treat you like a princess after? Though, he may press on the bruises and bites a bit to see you squirm before he gently kisses you again.
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ᯓ★୭˚ Nanase is a simple man that knows what he wants - someone who can lead him. That counts in the bedroom too. Tell him what you want and you have it - he lives to make you happy. If it's your first time or you don't have an exact idea of what you want he's going gentle and sensual on you - he takes his time with everything. He's undressing you slowly, peeling each layer, kissing and caressing you all over. He holds your hand while he fingers you with the other, murmuring softly into your ear. And even when he finally slips his dick in you he still holds your hand, groaning and moaning into your mouth as he kisses you. All in all, he treats you like delicate china porcelain.
If you want him to rock your world he's more than ready. He's holding you by the hips and he's pouding into you like he hasn't touched you in a decade, leaving little crescent nail marks and biting your shoulder. He's going fast and hard, but if you want him too keep going for too long he's gonna get overstimulated himself and he's gonna be all jittery. He's real sensetive. The only thing he won't do is hitting you or degrading you - he can't bring himself to do that. Now, if you want to rock his world, he's more than happy and willing to sit back and let you do whatever you want with him. Bite him, scratch him, have fun - he likes it when you take the lead. And I'm gonna remind you he gets overstimulated easily. You could be denying his orgasm once or twice in a row an he's gonna be almost in tears, but it hurts so good. All he's gonna do is squeeze the bedsheets, or preferably, your hand and give you more room to work with. Likes it best when you're riding him and hes sitting with his back leaned to the pillows and headboard - he can feel your body pressed into his while you're boucing on him into oblivion, holding his hand and scratching him with the other while he's holding yours and squeezing your hips, foreheads pressed into each other as you try to kiss but you're both too out of it for it to be anything more that sloppy and uncoherent try that will end with a string of salive between the two of you.
"Ah— keep going— mh- ngh— just like that!"
He keeps babbling on, his accent making him sound even cuter. AGAIN THE ACCENT UGH. He begs you for something, and he's not even sure what exactly he's begging and sobbing over. He's whimpering and twitching and whining, and he's having the time of his life.
By the time you guys are done you're practically melting onto the matress, huffing and puffing and you're coming down from your high. Aftercare comes after a small window for you both to come back to your senses. You'd really need it.
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ᯓ★୭˚ Bachira is a fucking pervert, and he's proud of himself for that too. He can't keep his grabby hands to himself - he's constantly holding and pinching your waist, feeling up your tits and ass, playing with the waistband of your pants. He's shameless. And that's while you're out in public too. Sometimes you'd have to drag him back home to do him so he can stop acting like that.. for today and maybe tomorrow.
You know the saying "great minds think alike"? Because, just like Isagi, this man could die suffocated between your legs and he'd die the happiest man on earth. And he's not quiet about it either. He's slurping and gasping and talking trough your juices as if he isnt tongue deep in you, bumping his nose into your clit and pinching it every now and than. He treats how many times he can many you cum like a game - the more, the higher the score. He's keeping track too. At some point he'd have to hold your legs apart so he can keep going at it, before you basically become like jelly anyway. If he decided he doesn't wanna eat you out anymore and finally wants to actually fuck you instead, he's having you in any position he can think of. And he's trying each at least twice too, just to be sure if you both really like it or if you did it correctly the first time.
"Ah— yeah, you like that! No, no, i wanna keep going—! You look so cute like that-, ngh—!
As i said, this man is NOT keeping it quiet. He doesn't see the point in it - if you're making him feel good why wouldn't he show it? Keeps the same mentality about you too. If you even try to quiet yourself down he's gonna go harder just to make you question if it's really worth trying to keep the volume down.
Next morning you wake up and see him as snug as a bug, staring at you all soft and innocent as if he didn't rearrange your guts in at least three different ways a few hours ago.
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ᯓ★୭˚ For someone as intense as Rin, you'd think he'd be rough, but in reality he's probably the most sensual and caring lover you could have. He'd be really unsure in the beginning, but it's not like he would show it anyway. He's never really been that close with anyone, definitely not nearly close or trusting enough to be so open and vulnerable. So if you've got him in bed, expect the intensity to be to the max. He's not gonna be nasty, but he's not holding himself back either.
He'd like it best when he can see your face well. None of that stuff where he can't see how glossy your eyes are or how good he's making you feel. He's already drooling from just that. He's holding your hand too. If you're under him, you're basically caged between him and the matress. One arm thrown over his neck and your legs over his waist, his face switching between being all up in ypur neck and inhaling your scent to kissing you sloppily, too pussy-drunk to really even kiss you well. You're clawing at his back from how deep he's going, and he's trying not to bust right then and there from just how good you sound moaning and whimpering in his ear. If you're on top of him, he'd have to be still at least to some extend sitting up so he can feel your torso brushing against his as you're bouncing on him. He's all about that skin to skin contact, as he is for the eye contact. He'd have to try real hard not to let his eyes roll into the back of his skull so he can still look at how good you look like that. If he notices you getting tired, he's taking the job in his own hand and will have you hold onto him and grab your hips to bounce you on his dick himself.
"Nhg— ah— yeah, just like that, keep your eyes on me— mmh!"
I don't think he'd really be loud, but he's noisy, you know? He can't keep himself silent. He's constantly letting out little sighs and groaning, along with the jolting and and the occasional trembling. And if you're treating him real good, he'd whimper too. I mean, imagine you're pretty much laying on top of him, kissing all over his face and neck, whispering softly as you're jerking him off with one hand and he's just.. whimpering. Whimperig and jolting. Join my whimpery Rin agenda.
And when you're finally done with it there's nothing on the planet that would make Rin move in the next few minutes. He's just holding you, trying to catch his breath. After that he'd have you both shower quickly, maybe grab some water and snack and back to bed you go. He's gonna be real cuddly after. He won't say much, but he'll hold you close and caress you lovingly every now and then until he falls asleep.
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ᯓ★୭˚ International backbender Karasu awakens something in me. Him and his bigass attitude n that bigass nose💕
He's gonna talk up a big game and that confidence is definitely rooted in something. I mean, this man is ginormous even if we're not talking about what's going on in his pants. Just seeing you looking up at him gets him going. Seeing how big he looks compared to you does something to him. All that is to say he's taking his sweet time with prepping you. You both know that if that doesn't happen and you guys just try to force his dick in with no prep, it would not be a good experience. That, and he just really likes teasing you. He'd start out with eating you out first, making sure you're nice and wet before slipping his fingers in. He's scissoring and circling against your cervix with his fingers while he switches between licking your clit and pressing his nose against it. To be honest, he doesn't even really need to use his fingers for all that long. When his hand gets tired he just eats you out until you cum against his mouth and nose.
Now, when he's finally sure he can fuck you without hurting you, he'll go slow at first. He's having you sandwiched between his body and the bed and he's slowly pumping in and out of you, making sure he's not going too fast too soon. And despite how gentle he wants to be, it's flaking off the more you moan and the more he looks at you going stupid over barely anything. And honestly, seeing how much he fills you you doesn't help him at all either. He's steadily pumping up the speed into a quick rhythm that makes your eyes roll, and along with that he keeps that same rhythm with his fingers on your clit. Only when he's just so close to cumming does the rhythm go unsteady and jerky.. but he's so cute like that it only makes it better.
"Tryin' to force it in yourself, huh? That's kinda hot. Don't ya think you'd need a little help first?"
He won't shut up. There isn't a power on this earth to make him shut up. He's gonna be talking and groaning and moaning the entire time, and honestly he wants you to be vocal too. He's got a thing for voices, so hearing you sass him back or try to babble something back through whimpers gets him going even more.
With all that energy he's got he could go a few rounds, but when it's all done he's so damn clingy. You're not going anywhere without him doting and leaning on you lovingly. After you're fresh and showered and back to bed he's acting like a koala. Head in your chest, arms around you, practically purring. And even then he's still talking. He's gonna talk, talk and talk.. talk into sleeping like a log. But just so you know, he snores a bit.
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ᯓ★୭˚ Your resident dreamboat Yukimiya is here. He's always so gentle and so sweet you can feel your teeth ache at just the sight of him. He's doting on you and always looking for a way to make you happy.. sigh, the things I'd do to that man. Anyway, regardless of just how charming he is, that doesn't mean he doesn't have his own crazy side. I mean, he is in the blue lock program after all. Have you seen anyone normal in there?
Said crazy side is his unmatched possessiveness. He won't act like some crazy jealous boyfriend but he's gonna make sure you and everyone else knows that you're with him, and he's gonna satisfy that possessive side too. He's proud to have you, so is it really so shameful to want everyone else to know that? Even with all that, he's gonna be sensual. He'll make sure you're all good and comfortable while he's balls deep in you, holding you close and breathing you in and whispering into the shell of your ear. Doesn't matter if you're under him or on top, you're chest to chest with him, clawing at his back and moaning into his ear while he's meticulously rearranging your guts. He makes sure to leave you breathless with kisses throughout the whole thing, only letting you get a few breaths in so he can leave a hickey or two somewhere.. he also has a thing for fucking you while you're wearing his clothes. If you're wearing his shirt he's tearing everything expect it right off and he's lifting it up just enough to see himself entering in and out of you. He he likes it a bit too much, but he can't help himself. He might cum a bit earlier than he'd like, but thankfully he has enough stamina for more than one round.
Also! If we're talking about the egoist bible and the canon fetishes, i wanna talk about my take on the ephemeral things. Honestly, my mind goes to a specific time of day, or specific ambience. I can see him liking to fuck you in certain light - he likes how play of light and shadow look on you. He likes it when the sun sets and the golden hour shines on you just right while he's bringing you to tears with just his fingers. He likes it when the dusk makes your bluish afterglow look even softer while you're recharging for the next round. He likes it when it's the dead of night and only the moon let's him see your gorgeous face changing expressions because of him, he likes the calm gentleness of it. He likes it right before the sun enters the horizon and it's just cool enough to keep you even closer so you can be warm while taking another orgasm out of you. I also think he's particular about the sound atmosphere - it's either a calm quiet, a playlist he's made or the sounds of the sea.
"You like that, love? Yeah, feels good— mmmh—!"
Oh he's not keeping his mouth shut. He's got a good voice and he knows it. He's murmuring right in your ear, either talking you trough it and what to do now or whimpering about how good you make him feel and how gorgeous you look fucked out like that. If he's not talking he's moaning and whimpering softly, but he's still loud enough to make you soaked with just noises.
When you're all done and finished he's holding you like you're the dearest thing to walk on this earth. He's talking in your ear all soft and gooey about how gorgeous you are and good you made him feel, and after a while of holding and sweetness he's bringing you to the bathroom to freshen up before returning to the bedroom again.
post match loss sex is your guilty pleasure. you’d never say it aloud, but sometimes you liked it when your boyfriend’s team lost. the clench in his jaw, the irritated bouncing of his leg, the constant running of his fingers through his hair. it meant that when you two got home, he’d fold your legs backwards, threatening to snap you in half and jackhammer into you like no tomorrow. he doesn’t even shower, just flips your skirt and tugs your panties to the side to feast his eyes on your soaked cunt.
he channels his rage into pounding your cunny, fucking you like his life is on the line. chasing his high becomes tunnel vision for him. his cock maps out your gummy walls, not a single ridge left untouched. “f-fuck, if he had actually l-listened-“ he unsheathes himself before bottoming out again, and you let out a squeal from the sensation, mind clouded. “-could’ve done the play i brought up so many fuckin’ times- fuck!”
your knees are knocking against your temples, and despite his onslaught on your poor pussy, and it being the fourth orgasm he’s coaxing out of you, you’re managing to string together some words. “m-mph! babe- please! -ngh! oh fuck-“
he looks down at you, really looks down at you, halting his ranting. his cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. he lets out a huff, bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth. “sorry, hun, m’jus’ so worked up- ah fuck, from this stupid match, oh shit yes-“ he thumbs at your clit, drawing sloppy figure eights. “you close, baby?” you nod skittishly, and he laughs breathily. “you’re too good to me, letting me pound this shit outta this little pussy.”
your boyfriend could apologise all he wants, but frankly you did not mind one bit. you were doing your rightful girl-friendly duty by being his stress reliever.
itoshi rin cried the first time he slipped his dick inside you. it was too much, too perfect. his abs tensed as soon as his tip was grinding your walls, and a few tears ran down his eyes. when it was finally all inside, he gasped. your warm walls were clenching around him and his hands made your thighs spread wider, needing more. “you’re perfect” he mutters, glossy eyes and parted lips as he pushes his cock into you again.
itoshi sae almost faints because of how good he felt having you around his cock. you were whining — “so big, sae” — and moaning — “fffuck—! yes, baby” loudly, and that was making very difficult for him to keep a slow pace. his cock grazed against your sweet spot, trying his best to be gentle and enjoy the moment. but your walls clenched around him, sucking him in like you wanted him to live being inside you. and that made the great nonchalant itoshi sae snap. rough, messy and sloppy. even he thought it was pathetic how pussywhipped he is, that it was disgusting how nasty your sex was being — but he was too busy groaning against your lips.
shidou ryusei went feral the first time he fucked you. when his dick reached your cervix for the first time — your moans and whines suppressed by how hard you were biting his shoulder —, he felt better than any soccer award could’ve ever made him. he started slamming his hips against yours harshly, his fingers were digging into your hips to ground himself. “pussy so good, baby. gonna be inside f’ever” he groans.
This is a prompt iv had for a while but haven't gotten to writing it, Izuku can't stop mumbling notes to himself about what you like during sex.. ;-;
take notes
a/n: ty for the prompt bb it’s perfect 🥹 first time writing for him n im all nervousss
i. midoriya
“just a little curl and then..” he glances up at you from between your thighs when two of his fingers press right against that spongy spot that makes you see stars.
“nghh!” you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
“right there.” he smiles. “that’s your favorite place, right baby?” his breath fans across your slick center.
“yess zuku! i need.. need !” your chest heaves.
“my mouth.” he mumbles to himself, dipping down and sucking your clit into his mouth.
he knows your body, dreams about it, is always thinking about how to make you cum faster, harder. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head a little and the squeak you let out has him smiling against you.
“i’m gonna- ahhh!” you tug his hair.
he points his tongue, flicking against your clit, pounding his fingers into your weeping pussy. your toes curl, pleasure exploding in your tummy, gummy walls fluttering around his fingers desperately. he moans into you and you come undone, soaking his face and fingers.
“can’t hesitate just gotta..” he’s up and pushing your knees to your chest, sliding his leaking tip through your folds. “f- fuck.” he pants, sinking into you in one motion.
he leans down closer, watching your face scrunch up, letting your ankles rest on his shoulders as he cups your cheeks. every time he bottoms out he rolls his hips, brushing against your clit, lip wobbling at the way you squeeze around him.
“you feel so good.” he pants. “gotta- ngh- gotta go faster cause..” his hips fall into yours. “cause you like when i’m a lil- hic- a lil rough.” he nods his head.
he lifts back up and presses your legs closer to your chest and pounds into you watching every thought leave your head. your lips are parted and every sound is going straight to his dick that’s splitting you open.
“zuku ‘s.. zuku !” you shake your head.
“you can take it, baby.” he nods. “you always do.” he slips a hand between the both of you, pressing on your lower tummy. “see?” he smiles watching your legs twitch. “c’mon, put your hand here.”
you crack your eyes open and offer him a shaky hand. he places it where his just was and places his back on top of yours. “like to feel me moving, yeah?” he grins up at you.
“yeahh, feels s’good.” you nod your head.
“know it does.” he starts to move faster. “just gotta..” his tongue pokes out as he slides his hands just a little lower and starts to rub tight circles on your sensitive clit. “yeah like that.” he nods to himself.
“izuku!!!” your orgasm slams through you, clamping down around him and stealing his breath.
“shit.” he clenches his jaw, shaking his head not able to push off his own pleasure. “gonna fill you up, just- hah- just how you like.” he bends you further together, filling you with his warmth.
“more.” you blink up at him.
“i know baby, i know.” he slips out and flips you over onto your tummy.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, dubcon, mean!boyfriend!(soft?)dom!izuku :(, fem!afab!sub!reader, established relationship, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, punishment, marathon sex, degradation, rough sex, dumbification, terms of endearment, praise, baby-trapping, over-stimulation, not heavily proof-read
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: hi ^_^ based off this ask. i wrote this before my japan trip i think
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: your boyfriend catches you poking holes in condoms... uh oh...
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 650~
izuku’s hand in your hair is tight.
you had done something bad. something really bad. correspondingly, your boyfriend — who usually was sweet, gentle, and patient — was mad. or at least with the way you were blubbering into the pillow, you were acting like he was.
“izuku! wait, wait, wait!— i, i’m sorry— oh my god, please—please slow down—“
“shh shh shh,” he cooes simply, your pitiful pleas cut off by the rough repositioning of his thrusts into you from behind. “you can take it, my love. isn’t this what you wanted? poking holes in condoms because you want my babies? huh? all y’had to do was ask. fuck, where did a stupid little thing like you even get the idea of baby trapping me?”
it was a bit hard to remember the exact moment in question that had led you here, even though it had only been a few hours ago. yet somehow, there you were— caught sneaking into his room after excusing yourself to the bathroom during your date, a thumbtack in hand as you went after the stash of condoms hidden in his bedside drawer, and now facing the consequences. had you known your little plan would have ended up like this, you probably would have thought once or twice about going through with it.
“m’sorry,” you sob, toes curling in a mixture of pleasure and agony as he wrung out yet another orgasm from you, “i-i just love you so much, puh-pleaseee don’t be mad...”
the man couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how you were still worrying about the moral wrongness of your actions. if anything bothered him, it probably would've just been the established fact you hadn’t asked him upfront to properly breed you— because who were you to deprive him of the authentic baby-making experience?! thankfully, he was much more than willing to show you exactly his feelings on the matter and even more to pound them into your silly dumb head.
“i’m not mad, baby— we’ve been over this. i’m just trying to be a team player. unlike somebody.” with a grunt, he releases his grip in your hair, a large palm moving to splay itself against your lower back instead. “here— you move and see if the way you do it will get you pregnant or not.”
a heat burns across your cheeks. body trembling, you do as he says, small tearful hisses slipping past your lips as his fat cock drags along your sensitive walls.
“izukuuu,” you ultimately hiccup, “i can't... it's too much...”
your pathetic display only results in the disappointed click of izuku's tongue. “come on— you gotta do better than that, lovely. you think my cum is gonna stick with you doing that? you gotta get it deep.”
the following punctuating thrust catches you off guard, knocking you off balance, and your stomach meets mattress. you're left with barely any time to recover for when his pelvis begins grinding against your ass as he follows your descent, and his ankles hooking around yours as he mocks the mindless moans that escape you doesn't make taking it any easier either.
“oh, oh— do you feel that, baby?” he snickers, “that’s you going to be a mommy by tonight. gonna hafta get married and everything— make you my pretty little wife… never gonna leave you and i’ll make you pregnant like you want alllll the time… does that sound good, sweetheart? huh? can i get an answer?”
you try your best to scramble for answer, mumbling a, “y-yes! yes— please, yes…” in hopes responding speedily would result in him easing up a little. what you get instead is a sloppy kiss to the cheek succeeded by him wiping the drool trickling down your chin with his thumb.
“mm, good girl... one more round then, okay? gotta be thorough about these things.”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: to my taglist. if you ever change ur username i need u to tell me bc . the tag goes away when u change ur name and then i can’t find u. also i brought the colored text back bc everyone voted for it
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive, established relationship, talk about erections, features an erection, mention of public sex, reader teasing izuku, brat!fem!afab!reader, softdom!brattamer!izuku, ermmm moaning, jealousy, mention of izuku’s ex (well, i mean she’s there but Not)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: idk where this came from. not even advertised in the queue. everyone can thank the dutifulness of @makihitohanazzz , @certaintyy, & @crescentmel for this drabble being published tonight
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: you get curious about your boyfriend’s body, and use your findings for mischief, ultimately testing his patience.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 967 words (oh my gosh. 6 7).
you won’t stop fake moaning, and it’s driving izuku crazy.
it all started with a curious question you had one evening, one posed to him as the two of you were lying in bed, simultaneously doomscrolling.
“hey, babe?” you called out quietly, gaze lifting from the glowing screen in your hand to his face.
“yeah?”
“does my voice turn you on?”
he placed his phone on his chest, brows knitting in mild confusion as he turned his attention to you. “what do you mean?”
“like,” you clicked your tongue, trying to remember where you were going with this, “like just my voice itself— does it ever just… make you hard?”
he took a moment to think about it, his words coming out slowly as he reached his conclusion. “um… not necessarily, but you do have a very pretty voice, my love. why are you asking?”
“well, i just saw this tiktok about this girl talking about how, like, her boyfriend gets hard just from her talking to him, so i was wondering if that was normal...”
“oh, okay,” he nodded in understanding, “yeah, no, not just from your everyday speaking voice. that’d be crazy.”
“but, like— me doing certain stuff can get it hard fast, right?”
“i mean... yeah,” izuku answered honestly, scratching the back of his neck, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips. “but i have a pretty good discipline, babe. why are you...? are you trying to get me hard? did you want to do something, baby?”
“no, not really,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder in chastity. “i'm just curious, y’know? like i wanna see if i can make you get it up without like... using my hands or, i don't know— showing you my tits. if i moaned, do you think that would work?”
he pursed his lips. “um, well, no, i don't think so, but—”
“mmf...”
a look of bewilderment flashed across his face. “what? what are you doing?”
“moaning.”
“that is not what you sound like...”
“yeah it is,” you giggled before continuing on with your teasing noises, trying to replicate the exact way you usually made sounds when the two of you had sex, “like— ‘ah... oh, oh my god...”
“stop that...” he grimaced, clearly unsettled, though the flush creeping up his neck betrayed what he was really thinking.
“why?” you joked, sitting up straight on the bed. “are you scared it might actually…” as your eyes landed on the growing tent in his pants, your words faltered for a moment, “…work?”
gaze flicking to meet his, your head tilted in curiosity, before a mischievous grin spread slowly across your lips.
“no way…”
and thus, ever since that day, you had been terrorizing him relentlessly with breathless gasps and pants. whether you were out grocery shopping or he was on the game with his friends— you took delight in testing his body's reaction time for your own amusement. your favorite part of it all was probably when you got to pretend to be oblivious to any attempts at intimacy that followed.
needless to say, after a week of your antics, izuku was reaching his limit with you.
especially tonight. tonight was the night the two of you had agreed to have dinner with his friends. he had made you swear up and down that you would behave yourself— and you had agreed. there was a time and place for everything, after all.
however, with the surprise appearance of his ex at dinner (something he hadn’t even anticipated on), you couldn’t help but toss civility out the window, especially when it felt like his attention was lingering on her for far too long. like right now, for instance.
his hand rested lightly on your knee, trying to calm your bouncing leg as he caught up with his friends along the long wooden table. counting this moment, he had spoken to her unprompted for the third time already. you knew he was only being friendly, trying to stay engaged in the conversation. but still, jealousy gnawed at you like the hungry beast it was.
and so, when the group conversation died down for a moment, you couldn’t help but lean in close to his ear, deliberately instigating. “hey,” you start, “who sounds better in bed— me or her?”
“quit it,” he replies immediately, giving his teeth a suck, clearly displeased with your provocation.
“why?” you ask, letting out a sharp, breathless laugh. “is it a hard choice? here, i’ll put in my submission so you can judge: ‘oh my god, izuku—”
“babe, babebabebabebabe, babe. babe,” izuku warns, voice low as his hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. to anyone watching, this confrontation would simply seem like an intimate lovers’ exchange. “we are at dinner with my friends. i’ve been really patient with you this week, but you need to know when to stop.”
“or what?” you challenge, scoffing.
“or,” his grip tightens, ever so slightly, “the next time you make those pretty little sounds in public, i will stop whatever we're doing and take you into the nearest bathroom, or the car, or hell — some sort of hidden corner — and make sure everyone can hear some real authentic ones, okay?”
not needing any further convincing, you shut up. your obedience, however fleeting it may be, earns a brief squeeze to your thigh before he turns back to his friends, seamlessly joining in on their current conversation. as you're left alone with your thoughts, he does his best to enjoy whatever could remain of their time together, already knowing that you were quietly weighing the pros and cons of his ultimatum. no matter what your next move was, he was determined to put an end to your ridiculous vies for attention, one way or another, once and for all.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, softdom!teasing!izuku, brat(?)!sub!fem!afab!reader, fingering, nipple teasing, established relationship, noncon elements (i like to imagine in all of my writing (concerning relationships), there is an established safeword), the discussion/imagery of: dom!bakugo, dom!todoroki, dom!sero, dom!kirishima, dom!kaminari. mentions/discussion of: size kink, dick piercings, bondage, nipple play, temperature play, omorashi, p in v, blowjob, dacryphilia, choking, exchanging nudes. (teasing) accusal of desire to cheat; izuku keeps suggesting reader should fuck his friends/wants to, praise, dot hate for bakugo shows up, jealousy(?), possessiveness, izuku is mean :(
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account meow meow
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: a “casual” conversation about your boyfriend's friends' sex lives.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~1.8k
“that todoroki guy is pretty…” you mumble as you lie in bed next to your boyfriend, izuku.
“shoto?” he asks, head tilting in a request for clarification.
“yeah,” you shrug, continuing to scroll mindlessly on your phone. “a little boring though.”
he lets out a soft hum, pulling you close to him as you watch your tiktoks, seemingly amused by your tendency to think out loud. “any other friends of mine you wanna fuck?”
although his tone is light, almost playful— you can feel the edge tucked just beneath it. your brows furrow at his insinuation, a scoff slipping past your lips. “i didn’t say i want to fuck your friend. i was just saying he’s pretty. like a doll.”
izuku simply laughs, the sound colored with something almost a bit dangerous, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “fine. any other of my friends you find ‘pretty?”
“i’m not gonna tell you now,” you roll your eyes, returning your gaze to the screen in your hand. “‘cause you’re gonna be weird about it.”
“so there’s more?”
“no,” you scoff once more, teeth grinding against each other as you grow chagrined.
“i think ‘yeah,” he says mildly, tipping your phone’s screen down to redirect your attention. “i’m just curious, my love. i like knowing what you think about my friends.”
while the delivery of his words sound sweet, you know better. you sigh, setting your phone down to let yourself think, because you knew he wouldn’t let it go. “fine,” you mumble after a beat. “kaminari, i guess, but he’s annoying. kirishima… but i can’t tell if he’s cute or i just like that he’s tall. sero’s pretty. and i guess— ” you hesitate, before exhaling sharply, “—bakugo has some appeal to him. there, happy?”
“hm,” is all izuku responds with at first, letting himself sit with his thoughts. “i don’t think you could handle that train.”
“you said you weren’t going to be weird!” you huff, a heat creeping up your cheeks as the notion of such flashes in your mind.
a snicker escapes him at the sound of your whine, his eyes tracking the way your expression shifts as the dirty fantasies run amok in your mind. “well, i’m just saying— they all play pretty rough. like, eijirou has a huge size kink— he used to brag about how his dick reached like… here… when he did it with a girl.”
you glance downwards as his hand comes to rest just right above your belly button, your body instinctively bucking at the idea, much to your embarrassment. “that’s, that’s crazy,” you mumble, trying to feign nonchalance. “i don’t think that’s possible.”
“really?” izuku asks, tilting his head, his voice deceptively soft. “mine hits about here—” he lowers his hand a few inches down, “—when we do it. he’s a bit taller than me so i feel like it’s easy to imagine.”
“it just… doesn’t seem like… healthy or safe,” you hesitate, “i don’t know how anyone would enjoy that.”
he only offers you a shrug, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “there’s a lot of girls out there who think bigger is better,” he notes. “what do you think?”
“i’m satisfied. like… happily.”
chuckling at that, izuku continues. “denki has a bunch of piercings, and i mean like— i haven’t seen it — but, he has a couple down there. you feel those sort of things with every movement.”
your thighs clench at his description, a surreal heat rising in your core over the concept of your boyfriend talking about the sex lives of his friends. “i don’t think i’d like that…” you comment, unsure why you were even putting in your input, as well as if you were lying or not. “it seems weird. like what if they get caught or lost?”
“they’re usually pretty well in there,” he muses, giving your hip a soft pat, “you wanna ask him and see?”
“no,” you glare, biting the inside of your cheek. “why do you want me to fuck your friends so bad?”
“why do you want to fuck my friends so bad?” he retorts.
“i said i don’t.”
“yeah? then why are you so wet?”
before you can react, his fingers glide down your stomach, effortlessly slipping beneath the waistband of your pajamas and into your panties, unbothered by your attempts of pulling away to avoid proving him right.
“ack!— izu, quit it!”
your protest goes unacknowledged. instead, a long thick finger runs along your bare slit, arousal collecting against it’s pad. “quit what?” he asks, acting oblivious. “touching you? or talking about my friends? 'cause i don’t think you want me to stop either.”
when you don’t respond, pretending to be too distracted by his ministrations, he giggles, leaning close to whisper into your ear. “y’wanna know about hanta?”
“wh-what about him?” you find yourself asking, prurience getting the best of you.
izuku smirks as you maintain a sort of act of innocence. “he likes tying girls up with his quirk and doing whatever he wants to them,” he explains slowly, taking in how the puffy lips of your pussy flutter against him with every word leaving his mouth, “blindfolds them. gags them. pinches their nipples. think he likes omorashi too.”
“o-omorashi?” you choke out, confused by how your own nipples have reactively already begun to stiffen against the fabric of your shirt. “that’s disgusting— why would he even like that?”
“denki likes it too,” he adds. “they’ve talked about how they like how helpless their partners get under them— the high they get from controlling someone else like that. i think they told me i should try it out with you one time...”
you shake your head, holding onto his arm for support as two calloused fingers slip inside your heat, pushing past the initial resistance with a delicious stretch. “nuh uh— no,” you refuse, a hint of curiosity betraying you, “that’s, that’s too weird.”
he chuckles knowingly at your reaction, fingers rocking back and forth as he speaks easily, “i think you’re just scared of me bullying you. but, hey — they’re a lot meaner than me — just imagine how they’d be with you.”
“i don’t wanna imagine that...” you exhale shakily, eyes rolling back as he brushes against your g-spot.
“but you already are imagining it,” he whispers, tapping against that exact spot again and again, over and over. “you’re soaked, babe.”
a haze feels as if it's clouding over your mind. “it’s because of you,” you whine, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in attempt to silence the noise.
“yeah?” he cooes, “it’s for me?”
you nod, a soft moan escaping you as he presses his thumb against your clit. “y-yes…”
“oh,” he smiles, as if he didn’t know. “you sure it’s not for shoto?”
“why— why would it be for him?” you ask, swallowing the pooling saliva in your mouth.
“well,” he starts, rubbing circles into you, “i don’t know. maybe you’re thinking about him using his quirk on you— teasing these—” his free hand slips under your shirt, rubbing a nipple between a thumb and a forefinger, before lightly tugging on the peak, “—with ice.”
“m’not,” you lie, already shivering as though you can feel it. you reach a hand down to palm at the growing bulge in his pants. “you’re hard,” you deflect, trying to gain some footing in this conversation, “maybe you’re the one thinking about him doing that to you.”
the attempt only makes him snicker. “nah,” he murmurs, fingering you deeper and deeper, “i’m hard because i’m thinking about how my perverted little girlfriend is about to cum on my fingers pretending it’s katsuki’s dick.”
you can feel your ears burn as the brief mental image takes you off guard — katsuki breathing heavy against your nape, gripping your hips hard, bruising — and you do your best to stifle the moan trying to escape your throat. “i, i’m not about to cum,” you whimper, fumbling with the waistband of his sweats in hopes of jerking him off as a diversion, but his hand under your shirt moves to catch your wrist, foiling the attempt.
“but you’re imagining it’s his dick, right?”
“i’m not doing that either!” you whine once more.
izuku only hums lightly at your denial. “he likes seeing girls cry, y’know that? one time, he sent me this picture of a girl he fucked — she had mascara all over her face, handprints around her neck — i thought it was a villain he fought at first. now that i think about it, i never really traded back with him…”
“no, no way— i f-fucking, fucking hate that guy,” you grit out, the idea of izuku sending his friend vulnerable pictures of you enraging yet strangely arousing.
“yeah?” izuku laughs, almost mockingly, “then why do you keep on clenching when i talk about him then?”
“it’s for you, baby, i swear…” you plead, begging him to believe you, feeling the waves of pleasure begin to ebb and flow in your core.
“you swear? you sure you’re not just saying that because you wanna cum?”
“i'm not,” you mewl, breath trembling in your chest, “it's for you, izu.”
“mm,” he murmurs approvingly, “whose pussy is this?”
“yours, only yours,” you gasp, eyes shutting tight as he curls his fingers, his free hand coming to tilt your chin upwards so that you couldn't hide from him.
“who's the only one who gets to play with this pussy? gets to have it?”
“you— oh my god,” you cry, toes curling as you feel yourself close to the edge, “i’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, please—”
“go ahead and cum, baby,” he groans, as if feeling your pleasure second-hand, “be a good girl, and cum for me.”
with his encouragement, you do exactly that, a whiny, whimper of a moan clawing itself out of your throat as your walls spasm around his fingers. izuku dutifully continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as you ride out the aftershocks.
“good girl,” izuku croons, subsequently slipping out of you. your forehead rests against his chest as you steady your breathing, the quiet in the room pressing in while your hazy mind slowly recollects itself.
eventually, you break the silence, mumbling the refrain you’ve been repeating for the past hour or so: “i don’t wanna fuck your friends.”
in response, he laughs, before guiding your hand to the outline of his cock in his sweatpants, allowing you to touch him at last. “i know, baby,” he whispers, mirth curling his lips, “although i’d prefer your first thought after cumming be, ‘i wanna fuck you.”
“i wanna fuck you,” you breathe without a second thought, gaze flicking to meet his.
his thumb lifts to brush against your bottom lip, watching as you press a gentle kiss to the pad, and you can feel his clothed shaft twitch against your palm. “hm,” he murmurs, before sitting up straight, “well, how exactly do you wanna do that?”
“i wanna suck your dick first,” you mumble, mirroring his actions before tying up your hair.
“mm, okay, baby,” he sighs contently, shifting to rest his back against the headboard of the bed. “just try not to moan any of my friends’ names when you’re choking on it, okay?”
Being so needy and trying to ignore it to finish whatever you're doing but its so intense so you finally slink to Izuku's office shamefully..
He turns to you with his usual cheerful smile, out stretching an arm to you and you quickly slide into it, his arm fits you perfectly and he mumbles on about the paper hes working on not noticing your silence until it stretches on too long.
He looks back up at you with a worried expression which quickly melts into a chuckle when he notices your flushed cheeks and your big glassy eyes pleading for him to help you.
He pulls you into his lap, quickly angling you so you're on his thigh, you whine when firmly holds your hips and pushes them forward, dragging your aching cunt along his thigh.
"S'okay take what you need." He kisses the side of your head, kneading the fat of your hip.
You moan softly and find your own pace, he smiles watching you for a moment before going back to work.
Its not long before you distracted him by begging for his cock.
Hi I pookie I just wanted to bother you but do you guys think izuku would be the one to treat you like a princess and then break the bed with you under him🥹💔
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🛞 RESPECTFUL ✩ izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 izuku is the boyfriend of everyone’s dreams. he’s good with mums, favoured by fathers and is the type of man your friends secretly wished they snagged. he’s respectful until you’re alone. then, he isn’t. (1.3K)
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, canon compliant, established relationship, fluff, izu spoils you deown, hopeless romantic izu, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, dacryphilia, cum play, boyfriend izuku midoriya & fem reader.
i think izuku is very much the type of guy who presents himself as respectable, kind and caring— especially when meeting the people closest to you.
your friends think he’s the greenest flag you’ve dated since they met you — he charms them at a lavish restaurant he’d heard you mention in passing. uses his big pro hero salary to pay for each round of their drinks and high end sushi, kisses your cheeks in front of them whilst recounting how it was love at first sight with you — how he can’t live without you. izuku tells them that he works with kids and has a passion for shaping the youth of tomorrow, to which they giggle and whisper to you that he’d make the perfect father. they tell you that you’re lucky for finding a catch like he izuku. he shakes his head, green eyes sparking with adoration and says.
“never, i’m the lucky one.”
your mum considers izuku her son in law way too early. she can immediately tell he’s been raised by a single mother and often tells him to send inko her well wishes. she thinks that he’s so well mannered, especially with the way your boyfriend always calls her miss and ma’am despite her insistence on him calling her mum too. izuku heads over to your parent’s house on a Sunday without you asking, every weekend without fail, he drives your mother to the store and helps with the weekly shop. keeps her company on her errands in town and even treats her to lunch. he sends her a custom bouquet of lilies on Mother’s Day with a card that expresses his gratefulness towards her — thanking her for bringing you into the world.
your father shares a similar sentiment — he calls izuku son before your fifth date and they spend time on weekend chatting hero statistics and rankings whilst they work on fixing your father’s vintage car. you gush over lemonade with your mother about how handsome izuku looks all greased up, oil smeared over freckled cheeks and arms exposed by rolled up sleeves. his biceps flex and you giggle every time, shy as your boyfriend waves up to you.
“he makes you so happy, i’ve never seen you look this happy.” your mother iterates warmly whilst standing with you, staring down at the men from the porch.
you swirl your glass and smile fondly as the ice clinks inside of it. “he does,” you say wistfully. “he really does.”
and it’s the truth, because izuku spoils you so much. your apartment is always stocked with everything you could ever need — he sends you groceries from work and roses whilst he’s between classes. a necklace you’d mentioned saving for becomes a gift on your Friday night date night. dates go from lavish to simple and loving — a cake picnic in the park planned by him because you said you missed the sunshine to caviar on a yacht for your first anniversary, kissing over sweet sparking champagne. he doted on you all of the time, cooking his is favourite way to spoil you — learning proper knife skills from kacchan to make sure he can cook every dish that you love, especially the ones from home that aren’t so easy to find in japan.
after nights out with your girls he slips your heels off ( red bottoms from him ) and throws you over his broad shoulder — laughing with you whilst he carries you to the bathroom, smiling at you whilst he washes you in the tub with the vanilla scented shower gel you’d left at his place, cooing at you to keep your head up when he changes you into your pjs and takes off your makeup.
let’s not forget, izuku carries your bags whenever you’re out shopping, designer paid for on his black card as well as a wad of cash slipped into your back pocket for your appointment with your favourite private nail tech. every design has is initials incorporated into them because he pays for every set. deku loves the way your decorated nails look when you’re holding hands or wrap them around his throat.
speaking of… izuku appears perfect on paper, presents that way towards the people you love but when you have a moment alone — when it’s just you two, the quiet and the chemistry between your bodies… izuku transforms. for the better.
izuku fucks you like a monster, like he hates you because he loves you.
every time he has you, gets to ravage you — the sheets turn into a mess nearly as soaked as you are. coated in cum, doused with sweat. izuku never just stops at one orgasm, he pushes you both to the brink and beyond because there’s always something so addictive about the way you scream his name right when you hit your peak. something of a song, a melody that only he gets to hear. you string out the syllables like they’re notes to a song you composed of your own volition and the way your body shakes and arches and bows into deku, with each stroke of his tongue or thrust from his hips into you, acts like an accompaniment.
he’s skilled in ruining you, shaping your consciousness to think only of him — empty of all thoughts except for the simple instruction of moaning for him echoing throughout your brain. izuku midoriya teaches your body to remember him, precious creamy little hole accommodating the thickness of his girth every time, hugging izuku close and milking him for all of his worth. he pours every load he can into you, until your folds are frothed up with white and hot potent seed pours out of you even after — there’s always something much that it even acts as lube for the next round, helping you to rock yourself down onto the pro hero’s throbbing dick when he asks you to ride him.
you’re trained to drain him dry every time sure, but also worshipped like you walk on water. he could spend hours between your thighs, sucking what you spill from your ripe cunt like it’s the first drink he’s had in years. izuku gets high as a kite on your taste, always has your thighs hooked over his shoulders or pinned to the bed because he has to keep you spread and quench his thirst. sometimes he’s his fingers, curled in search for your g-spot, relentlessly rubbing the squishy spot raw and scissoring you nice and open until you have no choice but to keep squirting right into his eager mouth — so full of hungry praise and sin.
every single one of his movements and touches is guided by passion, an eager attempt to make you feel the way that deku does. he loves you so much and so blindly, every fibre of his being is filled with adoration for you. it means he puts your pleasure above his own every time, infatuated with every reaction or mewl that you give him. whether it’s bent over the edge of the bed sucking his cock until your throat is sore or it’s rolled onto your tummy as he wildly rams into you from behind — you always get your release first, you get as many of them as you ask for as long as it pleases you. it pleases him to please you.
he’ll cum hard if you tell him you love him, pussy so full of his cream not even his rapid, calculated thrusts can keep it all in. hot white is smeared between your bodies always but deku holds the until you’re a bumbling limp mess underneath him or on top of him — he pushes you through the mattresses, fumbles for your had in the sheets because despite being inside you and wrecking your cunt more than what should be legally allowed, he still isn’t close enough to you. izuku’s swollen lips always meet your knuckles right has he finishes deep inside, lining the walls of your womb as your aftershocks shake through you.
you always cum first and he’ll always destroy you to get his orgasm afterwards.
so, perhaps that makes izuku respectful in bed too. you know, ladies first and all.
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you would think him not being the most built out of all his friends would mean he has the least stamina… but boy are you wrong. kaminari can go round after round, even after he’s already came. he doesn’t feel the need to stop until there’s tears in his eyes— although sometimes, that might just turn him on even more.
and don’t be fooled, he’s the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. so the only time he makes you cry? when you’re under him.
"k-kami~..! *hiccup* c-can’t take it~..!" you cry, the sound of your weeping cunt and his hips rhythmically slamming against your ass filling the room.
"said you missed me.. right baby? shitt, so fuckin’ wet.. said you missed my dick, right?"
you had to go a whole week without seeing him due to you both agreeing (more so, you insisting and him whining about it until giving in) to focus on school until the weekend since you both had exams coming up. so as soon as he got you alone, your poor self stood no chance.
"p-pleasee~..! ‘s t-too muchh~..!"
"aww, don’t cry, baby.. i got you.."
he only fucks you harder, his hand gripping your plush asscheek as try to run away. your hand comes back to weakly grab onto something— or at least plead for mercy, and his hand finds yours in a second. you don’t even know which orgasm you’re about to be on at this point… maybe your 5th?
"hold my hand.. hold my hand. yeah, stay still.. takee that shit baby, mhmm.."
all the whining and crying goes out the window when he brings you to another blissful orgasm, his dick bullying your gspot in the best way possible.
"’m cumming babyy~.. oo fuckk~!"
"fuckk that’s a good girl.. gonna make me nut in that pussy.."
that one phrase “he’s right where he wants to be” makes me think of kirishima so hard with bitchy!reader.
you’re so mean. eyes narrow in a condescending manner as if those who ask stupid questions are below you. your eyes swipe over the individual with disdain, as if they’re a peasant and you’re the temple they should be worshiping. and it is so fucking—
—hot. it is hot as hell to eijrou. god, everytime he sees your face twisted up in a mean way his dick instantly swells—his face heats with admiration, adoration, and a need.
so many people ask how the hell he deals with someone like you. bitchy, rude, entitled—and he laughs and smiles it off. like it is nothing—because it is nothing.
“she’s good just the way she is,” he hums.
…and, either way, the ‘bitchy’ attitude you supposedly have flies out the door when he fucks you. thick cock hitting that spot so right that all you’re doing is pawing and whimpering at him.
