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pool party with hanta sero / sfw
hanta has no idea how the others convinced bakugou to let them use his pool to host his surprise birthday party. he wonders if they paid him or something, even though all of their combined bank accounts probably look like mere pennies compared to bakugou’s.
whatever means they used - since he really, really doubts the power of friendship was enough - he can’t complain. at all. and among all of the amazing things he can name about this party, one’s been sticking out the most since he arrived— you.
you, in that bikini that’s been making him lose his mind for the past couple hours. one look at you and he was already dumb— he hadn’t even lit up his first joint, by the way.
he remembers you, a friend of mina’s, who had most likely “warned” you about him. whatever that means. because you clearly weren’t there for him, caught up in a conversation with kyouka for over twenty minutes now - not like he’d been counting - holding a beer that was dangerously close to toppling over and spill all over you every time you threw your head back in a laugh.
now, it’s not like he would’ve minded the sight.
“—hello, hanta!” denki kicks his shin again, rudely interrupting his thoughts. he has to peel his eyes away from you, only to be met with his best friend’s obnoxious face and red-rimmed eyes. “you’re gonna pass that or not? you’re not even smoking! are you out of it already?”
“huh?” he mumbles distractedly, eyeing the burning joint between his fingers. “hm, here,” he takes a quick drag, letting the smoke melt on his tongue as he hands it to denki, who’s currently sprawled out on the lawn chair next to his.
his honeyed eyes dart to where his friend was staring at before, putting the joint to his lips. “man, are you seriously ruining your own birthday party by being hung up on her? go talk to her or somethin’!”
hanta brushes him off with a groan. “mina’s told her stuff,” he shakes his head. “dunno what, though, it’s clear she doesn’t want to talk to me. i mean, she didn’t even say happy birthday when i arrived.”
“yikes,” denki cringes.
“tell me about it.”
as he’s mid-stretching his neck, a head of fiery red intrudes in his field of vision. “yo, birthday boy! are you planning to stay there and sulk all night? we’re gonna play volley in the pool.”
hanta almost rejects eijirou’s offer when he sees you getting in the water with mina.
“you know what? sure, c’mon denks,” he pats his friend’s thigh, who scrambles to put out the joint in the ashtray katsuki gave them - neither of them even dares to think what their punishment would be - and follow suit.
“took you guys long enough,” kyouka rolls her eyes as the three boys approach. “we’ve already formed teams.”
“oh ma, without me? i wanted to be captain!” eijirou pouts. “sorry, bubba, but kats and i beat you to it,” mina chirps, sticking her tongue out with a victorious grin. “you’re in katsuki’s team, denks and hanta are in mine!”
quickly scanning the water, hanta sees you’re in mina’s team. if he plays his cards right, maybe he still has a chance to shoot his shot. is he good at volleyball? no, and he’s definitely at even more of a disadvantage, playing in the water and being high.
he just has to think of a way to impress you that doesn’t involve his skills, or lack thereof.
the opportunity finally came when katsuki, the competitive motherfucker that he is, spiked the ball at full speed towards you. he barely made it, hands wrapping around your middle to whip you around and shield you with his body when the ball hit him square in the face.
everything went black after that.
hanta’s head is throbbing, the kind of headache he’s used to getting the morning after getting wasted for a whole night, the uncomfortable ache that knocks him out for a whole day.
“—hanta? hey, he’s waking up!” an angelic voice breaches through his dazed mind, followed by the feeling of soft fingers patting his cheek. the dream-like vision doesn’t last long, though, a pair of angry crimson eyes boring into his. “oi! better wake the fuck up!”
he’s definitely conscious now.
“jesus, bakugou, get out of my face,” he shoves katsuki away with a groan, blinking hard as he gets used again to the golden light of the setting sun. he’s lying on the stone tiles that line the pool, some of his friends watching him from the water, all with the same relieved look on their faces.
“yeah! our hero is awake!” eijirou cheers, throwing his fist up in the air, only to be elbowed in the ribs by kyouka.
“i guess he really is a hero, huh?” he finally realizes who the angelic voice he heard before belongs to— you. of course, it was you. kneeling on the grass next to him, big eyes looking down at him framing a soft, beautiful smile.
maybe he was dead and this was his heaven?
“whatever, i already apologized,” katsuki is sulking, sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water. mina comes up from behind him, smacking the back of his head. “you apologized to her, but not to hanta!” she scolds the blond, who growls in protest but eventually relents.
“sorry.”
everyone goes back to other stuff after making sure that hanta was okay. he was in good hands, after all.
you hadn't left his side yet, only to give katsuki the ice pack he had brought out, then immediately coming back to him. he’s sitting up now, hands behind his back to hold himself up.
he’s really trying not to stare at you, at the way your bikini is hugging your body, so close to him. hanta hopes his soaked swimming trunks aren’t going to betray him, at least not until you’re gone.
“y’know, you didn’t have to be such a show off on your birthday. it’s already a special day,” you tease, lightly bumping your shoulder against his.
he should come up with some smooth reply, he thinks, something that makes him look nonchalant and cool, but all his brain can conjure at the moment is a dumb ”buh”. and, well, he can’t have that.
“not special enough to earn a birthday wish from you, though. had to take it up a notch to show i’m worthy, or somethin’.”
your eyes widen, and hanta dies inside. he said it without thinking, and now he definitely looks like a huge, pretentious piece of shit.
“i didn’t? oh my god i’m so sorry!” your hand comes to rest on top of his over the damp grass, and now you’re even closer than before, your chest almost squished against his bicep. “you were busy talking to your friends, and then i got pulled away…and i was too embarrassed to just come up to you out of nowhere.”
your voice is small, and he realizes you genuinely do feel bad for it. “hey,” he almost purrs. “you’re fine, i mean it. your gift will make up for it,” he teases, flashing you a grin.
you giggle, shoulders relaxing in relief. your fingers interlock with his between the blades of grass, leaning over to whisper something in his ear. “i’ve got two, actually. but i guess this also counts as thanks for saving me, earlier.”
hanta opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him, closing the distance between your lips. it’s more of a peck than an actual kiss, with you immediately pulling back, eyes scanning his for a reaction. he doesn’t speak, his other hand finding your hip to haul you over his lap to kiss you again.
you both fall back into the grass, limbs tangling and lips smacking like some teenagers with no self control. you almost miss katsuki’s barked scolding, sliding window open to yell at you to “not fuck on his yard, or anywhere in or near his house”.
when you finally break away, your lips are puffy and kiss-bitten, looking like an absolute dream.
“y’know,” you whisper, still not quite peeling yourself off of him just yet. “we could make it three gifts if you take me back to your place tonight.”
man, this might be hanta’s best birthday yet.
┊┊a/n. happy birthday hanta they should've put you in the new season of my hero ultra rumble you would be my main :(
Happy birthday🎉 to the best purple boy.
Shinsou Hitoshi deserves the world and more screen time.
I really been wanting drawing wearong fancy clothes for such a long time.
And yeah i know it was yesterday
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Please dont repost my art, reblog is ok
idk if u do this but ur writing is fucking good so if u could… sero denki x reader….??? totally okay if not !!
forced proximity with kamisero, 1.4k words. if i could??? nonnie, i’ve been dying to. when i tell you i’ve had this idea cooking for a minute …18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
“i hate both of you.”
“awh, don’t be like that.”
“yeah! this is quality bestie bonding time.”
you glare at your roommates in the dark—squint, actually, because you can barely see your own hand—and shove them both in the shoulders. they slam into opposite sides of the wall, which unfortunately, isn’t very far at all.
you’re stuck in a closet.
you’re stuck in a closet, and it’s their fault. spring (summer) cleaning has never been you three’s strong suit, but you had faith. you believed that if you orchestrated it yourself—because, lets be clear, these two losers aren’t orchestrating shit—that it would be fine. productive, even. you didn’t plan for their overwhelming stupidity to get in the way.
“now where do you think you’re going?” and getting pulled back by the hips when you start backing up from it bc it’s too big and you’re stuffed so full you can barely breathe and your legs shake as they push in even deeper
two for one special
a/n: holy shit i love smau’s and sero?? also fic at the end of this don’t miss it 😼
serokami x reader
you open your front door and sero and denki are waiting, they both look you up and down before stepping inside your apartment. sero shuts the door behind them and nods at you to walk to your room. denki watches the way your ass sways as you walk, already adjusting himself in his pants as he steps into your room.
you plop down onto the bed and look at them with round eyes. sero’s eyes darken while denki licks his lips. sero is the first one to sit on the bed with you, pulling down the blunt from behind his ear. denki sprawls out on the other side of your bed, rolling over to look at you and sero.
“can you guys kiss already?” denki grins.
“shut the fuck up.” sero rolls his eyes. “you ready to smoke or does your tummy hurt?”
“why don’t you wanna kiss me?” you push your lower lip out.
he sighs, reaching over to set the blunt on your side table before his hand rests on the back of your neck and pulls your lips to his. you squeak in surprise and denki groans watching the two of you. his tongue licks along the seam of your lips, pushing into your warm mouth and grazing against your tongue. you whine softly and he pulls back with a lopsided grin.
“better?” he watches you blink up at him.
“can i.. kiss denki?” you tilt your head.
sero pulls you back to his mouth in a hot kiss before kissing down your jaw to your neck. his lips brush your ear, “you can kiss him. but you’re not fucking him.” he nips at your earlobe. “i’ll let you suck him off but that’s it. don’t be greedy.”
“thank you hanta.”
his dick twitches when you say his name and then you’re turning and pressing your lips to denki. denki wraps his arms around your back and shoves his tongue in your mouth. he’s sloppy, licking all around your mouth and moaning into you.
you gasp when you feel sero slide in behind you, he presses his cock right against the curve of your ass and kisses the back of your neck. he slowly grinds against you, sliding a hand between you and denki, cupping your jaw and pulling you back.
“you’re not fucking her.” sero raises his brows at denki.
“what am i doing here then?” he tosses his head back.
“he said i can suck you off.” you whimper when sero’s other hand slips into your sleep shorts. “ha-hanta!” your hips jerk when he presses against your clit.
“no way.” denki gasps, locking eyes with sero. “paris?”
“paris.” sero nods. “well lazy paris. we’re not getting outta bed.”
“fuck i could kiss you.” denki grins. “do you.. wanna kiss?” denki purses his lips.
“no.” he pulls your panties to the side.
“why’re you blushing then?” denki leans forward. “what do you think?” he tilts your chin up, taking in your glossed over eyes. “should me and sero kiss?”
“mhmmmm!” your hips jerk when sero drags his fingers through your folds.
sero leans across and presses his lips to denki’s, groaning when denki pushes his tongue in his mouth. denki tugs at your shorts, pulling your panties down with them. he goes to slide his fingers through your slick but sero pushes him back.
“no.” sero shakes his head.
“i don’t mind watching.” denki leans back.
denki pushes his sweats down, licking his hand and slowly starts to stroke himself. sero circles your clit faster, kissing your neck as you squirm in his arms. he’s rutting against you, showing you just how hard he is from touching you. his fingers slide down to your dripping pussy, slipping two in and grinding his palm against your clit.
“s-sero!” you gasp.
“mm.” he nuzzles in your neck. “other name ma.”
“hanta.” your legs shake.
denki watches the both of you with parted lips, cock throbbing in his hand. he’s moaning shamelessly, eyes locked on the way you leak around sero’s fingers and shake. sero’s got you so worked up it’s not going to take much more to make you cum. all it takes is a curl of his fingers and for him to move faster and you’re whining out his name, thighs clamping down around his hand.
he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lip, groaning around them. “i’ll taste you later.”
sero nods at denki to move up to the headboard then helps move you into position. you look back at sero over your shoulder, eyes going wide when his dick springs out of his pants. you shake your ass a little bit and he lets out a low chuckle before sliding his tip through your honeyed folds. he pushes his tip in and groans when your gummy walls suck him in.
“fuck ma, been keeping this from me?” he starts to inch in.
“nghh.” you rest your head on denki’s thigh at the stretch. “hanta..”
“he stretching you out real good?” denki brushes your hair back.
“mhmmm.” you reach up, wrapping your fingers around denki’s cock.
“shit.” his stomach flexes as you lazily pump him.
sero’s pelvis finally meets the plush of your ass, slowly rolling his hips and grinning at the broken sound that leaves your lips. he starts to pull out and your eyes flutter shut, fingers squeezing around denki at the slow drag. you lift up shakily, guiding denki to your mouth and licking around his leaking tip.
“fuck baby.” denki slumps against your pillows.
you moan around him when sero pushes back in, when he bottoms out he rolls his hips again. this time when he pulls out he snaps his hips back in, making you take more of denki in your mouth. his pace becomes relentless and denki keeps hitting the back of your throat, your head starts to get fuzzy and you give yourself over to them.
sero’s hands dig into your waist as he fucks you, easily going to leave marks by tomorrow while denki rests a hand on the back of your head helping guide you. your legs shake but sero holds you up, moving his hips to find that one place in you that’ll make you lose your mind.
“ahhh!” you pull off of denki when sero hits that gummy spot. “hanta it’s- nghhh!”
“right here ma? hm?” he zeros in on it.
“yesss.” you shutter and suck denki back into your mouth.
you’re moaning and slobbering all over his cock, blinking up at him with glossy eyes, watching his abs flex as spit bubbles at the corner of your mouth. sero is pounding into you with precision that you feel your orgasm coiling low in your tummy. you sputter when denki unexpectedly cums down your throat, you swallow what you can and pull off.
“shit sorry, shoulda warned you.” he collapses back on the bed.
“c’mere pretty girl.” sero wraps an arm under you and lifts you up to his chest. “you did so good.” he whispers in your ear.
“hanta feels so good.” your words slightly slurred.
“i got you baby. you can let go.” he kisses your neck.
he grunts when you pulse around him, pleasure washing through every inch of your body as he fucks you through every wave. his thrusts become sloppy and soon he’s filling you and whispering into your ear about how perfect you are. he lowers you back to the bed and slowly pulls out, rubbing your back and softly cursing when he watches you leak with him.
“gonna go get you some water.” he pulls his sweats up. “then we’ll smoke and kick denki out.”
“mhm.” you cuddle into one of your pillows.
“hey!” denki whines.
“be thankful i’m not kicking you out now.”
Shoto's half and half happy trail would be so fun to lick up.
𐔌 catching print | multi .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ
ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, suggestive, awkward, playful/gentle teasing, embarrassment, light degradation, namecalling, light flirting, light humiliation (?), touya and shiggy may be a little mean, pervy!fem!reader, pre-relationship, features: kirishima, denki, sero, shigaraki, shoto and touya todoroki ( possibly ooc, don’t kill me, okay ?)
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: catching print w/ the boys
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: multis are hard … sorry if some of the dialogue is hard to see (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞, but i changed my layout once again ! tumblr now has black text instead of purple and i like the way it looks on my enddd yayayay ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗
𐔌 e. kirishima .ᐟ
“you got me, right?”
eijiro’s voice is a little breathless already, shoulders settling against the bench as he adjusts his grip on the bar. you’re right behind him, hands hovering where they should be, close enough to help — but not to touch.
you nod, giving him a quick “yeah! yeah, go ahead,” and he doesn’t hesitate for even a second, he trusts you completely.
his reps start smooth and steady. you’re watching — at first. tracking the bar, his breathing, the rhythm of it. but somewhere in the middle, when he shifts slightly to steady himself, your focus slips. just for a second. your eyes drop without thinking, catching the way the fabric of his shorts pulls and settles with each movement, and before you realize it — you’re staring. not even intentionally, right?
your eyes slip lower to the solid print straining against his gym shorts, thick and unmissable, and you stare at his bulge there, mesmerized by how it fills out the fabric, mentally ranking him high: definitely a girthy one, the kind that'd stretch you just right—
“…you still with me?” he asks, voice strained but light, snapping you out of it as he sits up.
you realize your eyes were glued way too low, staring at his bulge as it moved with him. “y-yeah,” you answer quickly, eyes jumping back up. “you’re good!”
he finishes the set with a sharp exhale, racks the weight, and sits up, rolling his shoulders. everything feels normal for about half a second — until he pauses mid-reach for his towel and glances at you.
he’s quietly aware, his gaze dips for a split second before returning to your face, softer now, a little amused. “y’know,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, awkward laugh, “usually my spotter’s watchin’ the bar.”
he tilts his head, following where your attention was. “were you... checking me out?” there's no accusation, just playful curiosity, his red eyes sparkling.
your cheeks heat up. “no, i was just— zoning out.” but even as you say it, you steal another glance, staring briefly at his bulge again, confirming his solid d.
he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, a little flushed himself. “zoning out, huh? looked pretty focused to me.” he flexes his legs a bit, like he's testing, and damn if it doesn't make the outline more pronounced, feeding right into your pervy thoughts as you stare once more.
heat floods your face instantly as you try to recover, words tripping over themselves, but he just shakes his head, he shifts a little where he’s sitting, suddenly aware of himself too, like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now. “…that a thing you do?” he asks after a moment, genuinely curious.
you hesitate, then sigh, giving in. “n-no, it’s called catch printing…”
he repeats it slowly, then glances down again, this time with some actual understanding. there’s a pause while he processes, shoulders shifting slightly before he clears his throat, a quiet laugh slipping out under his breath.
“…so you were—” he starts, then cuts himself off, shaking his head. “man…”
he tries again, softer this time, a little shy but still curious. “…did you, uh… come to a conclusion?”
“eijiro!—“ you groan, covering your face.
he laughs, hands coming up in surrender, but he doesn’t move away. if anything, he stays right there, warmth lingering in the space between you.
“…sorry, sorry. just caught me off guard,” he says, still smiling faintly. then he shifts again—subtle, but noticeable now that you’re both more aware of it.
there’s a small pause before he adds, quieter, almost to himself, “…kinda makes me wanna prove you right, though.”
𐔌 d. kaminari .ᐟ
“nah, wait, watch, this is the best part—”
denki sprawled on the couch beside you, legs manspread wide in those loose joggers, already halfway into your space, shoulder bumping yours as he shoves his phone closer, replaying the same instagram reel like it somehow gets funnier every time.
he’s laughing before the funny part even shows, leaning into you without thinking, completely caught up in it.
you lean in too, trying to follow along — really, you are — but the proximity makes it a lot harder than it should be.
somewhere between him shifting closer and getting comfortable, your attention slips. just briefly. your eyes flick down without thinking, catching the faint curve there, not huge but teasingly curved, enough to spark your imagination, and you stare at his bulge, eyes tracing the shape through the fabric, slotting him mid-rank, possibly a b.
“…yo,” he’s already watching you, just grinning wide and knowing. “whoa, what’s that look for?” denki says, pausing the video as he peers at you.
you freeze instantly, like you’ve been caught mid-thought, and slowly look up. “huh? nothing,” you reply too fast, but your mind's still tracing that print, wondering how it'd feel twitching under your touch, your eyes having just been staring at his bulge so intently.
he smirks, shifting so his thigh brushes yours. “you sure? ‘cause your eyes were like, laser-focused down there.” he wiggles his eyebrows, but there's a hint of real curiosity, his own gaze dropping briefly like he's checking himself, aware of how you were staring at his bulge.
you laugh it off, but inside you're buzzing — pervy habit kicking in hard. “n-nobody’s worried about you, denki.”
“…you weren’t even watching,” he says, tilting his head, eyes flicking down deliberately this time before returning to yours. “were you?”
“i was—”
“mm, no,” he cuts in, laughing under his breath. he shifts his legs slightly just enough to feed into those perverted thoughts of yours — and leans in closer. “you were definitely lookin’ somewhere else.”
your face burns as you try to deny it, but he’s not buying it for a second. if anything, he looks more entertained the longer you try. “that’s crazy,” he murmurs, like he’s genuinely impressed.
you huff, crossing your arms, trying to recover some dignity. “…it’s just a thing.”
“…a thing,” he echoes, clearly amused.
you hesitate, then mumble, “catching print.”
there’s a beat of silence, then his expression lights up instantly. “ohhh,” he drags out, grin widening. “nah, i’ve heard of that.”
of course he has, that chronically online bastard.
he nudges you with his shoulder, clearly enjoying this way too much. “you just look and guess, right? people be ranking it and everything.”
you don’t answer, which is basically enough confirmation for him.
“…damn,” he laughs, leaning back slightly before glancing down at himself like he’s actually evaluating. “so what’d i get?”
“denki, please—“
“what?” he presses, grin sharpening. “you started it.”
you hesitate, then mumble it under your breath. “…an a.”
there’s a moment of silence — which is rare when you’re with denki, just long enough to make you regret saying anything.
“an a?” he repeats, mock offended.
then he readjusts slower this time and looks back at you with narrowed eyes, playful but a bit intense. “…you sure about that?” he murmurs with a lick of his lips.
your breath catches as he leans in just a little closer, voice dropping into something quieter, more teasing. “wanna test that theory, pretty liar?”
𐔌 h. sero .ᐟ
“hold on— don’t move.”
hanta’s voice is absentminded, attention focused entirely on your notebook as his pencil moves like he’s been given full creative control. one arm hooks loosely behind your chair, leaning into your space like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you glance down and, sure enough, there’s another little spider-man doodle creeping into your notes.
“you’re ruining my work,” you mutter, though there’s no real attitude behind it. you love hanta and his random doodles.
“nah,” he hums, tilting his head as he adds another line. “i’m improving it!”
you roll your eyes, but your attention doesn’t stay there. it drifts without meaning to, pulled downward for just a second. then a second longer.
“something on your mind?” hanta asks, voice light as he feels your eyes drawing down to stare at him.
“not at all,” you say, but your pulse quickens, pervy gears turning as you imagine unwrapping that, your stare having been so obvious.
he chuckles softly, “you’ve got that look... like you’re measuring me up or something.” his dark eyes glint with amusement as he continues sketching.
you shrug, playing cool, though your gaze flicks down once more — staring at his bulge to confirm the promising length. “….just watching you draw.”
“…mhm, y’know,” he says casually, causing you to freeze. he’s still drawing and hasn’t even looked at you yet. “…that’s not really what you’ve been starin’ at.”
your head snaps up too fast, denial already forming as he finally glances over, one brow raised, a small, knowing smile tugging at his mouth. “you always this obvious?” he murmurs with a smug smirk.
you look away immediately, heat creeping up your neck. “just... catching print,” you admit under your breath, the words slipping out after all that staring.
“…ah,” he tsks out loud, with no surprise.
you blink, surprised. “…you know?”
“kinda,” he shrugs, spinning the pencil between his fingers now. “seen it on tiktok, denks showed it to me.”
you groan under your breath, which only makes him laugh softly. “so what,” he continues, leaning just a little closer, voice dropping slightly, “you really are sizing me up or something?”
“n-no!”
“mm,” he hums, unconvinced. then he shifts where he’s sitting — casual enough to pass, but not accidental, then taps your notebook like he’s bringing the focus back, even though his eyes are still on you.
“c’mon,” he adds, quieter now, “don’t go quiet on me, i would like to know…”
you don’t answer, and that silence says more than anything else could and he watches you for a second longer before his smile deepens into something a little more playful. “…guess i’ll just have to give you something better to focus on next time, maybe i’ll give you a taste later,” he mutters with false nonchalance laced in his voice.
𐔌 s. todoroki .ᐟ
“wait, you skipped a step.”
shoto slides your notebook back toward you, pen hovering as he points out the mistake with quiet precision. you nod, following along, trying to stay focused on what he’s saying — but your attention slips, just briefly, right? your eyes dart, catching the straight, firm print against his uniform pants.
"is there something wrong?" he asks, interrupting your thoughts as he’s looking up at you.
you blink. “what? no.” your voice comes out too quick, and you shift in your seat, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat creeping up your neck. “just... the equation’s tricky. keep going?”
"...you stopped writing," he notes as he tilts his head slightly, heterochromatic eyes steady. "you seem distracted." he sets the pen down, shifting in his seat — the motion making the swell more apparent for a breath before he picks up again, voice even. "if it's the notes, I can go slower." but the subtle pause in his gaze suggests he knows it’s not that at all.
you stiffen slightly. “i-it’s fine !— i’m listening.”
he doesn’t respond right away. instead, there’s a small pause and then his eyes drop subtle, like he’s retracing whatever just pulled your focus.
when he looks back up, his expression hasn’t changed much, but there’s something more thoughtful behind it now. "...what were you looking at?" he asks, completely serious.
you hesitate. “…nothing.”
there’s a pause as he studies you, quiet and observant in a way, before his gaze lowers again — this time slower, more deliberate. you feel it, the way he’s putting it together piece by piece. "was it something here?"
your stomach tightens. “it’s nothing, really.”
he doesn’t drop it, geez shoto.
"...it didn't seem like nothing," he replies, voice even. another pause follows, then, quieter. "...you were looking at me."
your face burns instantly as you grit out. “i wasn’t!—”
he tilts his head slightly, watching you. not convinced. "where...," he asks with a slight hesitation, "were you looking...?"
you stare at him, mortified, but he doesn’t look away — he just waits, patient in that way he always is when he wants an answer.
you exhale sharply. “…it’s just a thing.”
"what kind of thing?"
you hesitate, then mumble, “…people look and try to guess.”
"...guess what?"
you gesture vaguely, already regretting this. “…size.”
there’s a pause as he processes that quietly. "...based on how it looks through clothing," he repeats, slower now.
you nod, avoiding his eyes. “and they rank it. like — a, b, d. it’s stupid, sorry, shoto.”
there’s a little bit of silence for a bit, then, "...i see." you risk a glance at him, but he’s already looking down again. "..and you were doing that?.." he says.
you cover your face. “shoto—”
"was your estimate correct?" he asks.
you choke. “w-what?!”
he looks back up at you, completely serious. “if the point is to estimate, then accuracy would matter.”
you make a small, mortified noise of embarrassment, and his gaze softens as he watches you with a small grin. “if it makes you feel better, i’ll let you see…”
𐔌 t. todoroki .ᐟ
the patio is quiet, touya’s sprawled across the couch, legs spread, one arm thrown over the back while the other loosely holds a cigarette. smoke curls lazily into the air as he talks, voice low and disinterested.
you’re across from him, nodding along, trying to pay attention — but your focus slips, your gaze drifts downward into his lap and stays there.
“…you done?”
your head snaps up immediately and he’s already looking at you, expression flat but edged with something faintly amused. not surprised in the slightest, though. “huh?—”
“what are you doing, huh?” he cuts in, sharp enough to stop you mid-sentence. your stomach twists as he exhales slowly, eyes dropping — following the exact same path yours just did before lifting again. “…you’re so fuckin’ weird,” he mutters.
heat floods your face as you try to recover, shaking your head, but he doesn’t give you much room to.
“you were so,” he adds, more firmly this time and you go quiet, open to his possible scolding.
he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you. “…that get you off or something?” he asks.
you hesitate, then mumble, “…n-no.”
he scoffs under his breath. “uh-huh...”
you huff, a little defensive, but he just watches you for a second longer before leaning back again, settling deeper into the couch. “…so what,” he continues, voice lower now, “you tryna figure it out?”
you don’t answer and he clicks his tongue, unimpressed. “…well if you’re gonna stare,” he mutters, “at least don’t act shy about it.”
there’s a pause, the air heavier now, before he adds. “c’mon, weirdo.”
𐔌 t. shigaraki .ᐟ
the game glitches at the worst possible moment and he loses instantly.
“tsk, fuck!—” tomura leans forward, his irritation immediate. all of his fingers except his pinky tighten around the controller like he might snap it, but then he pauses mid-motion, something else catching his attention.
in the midst of his rage, your eyes drifted and settled on the way his loose pants slightly bulged, the outline capturing your attention. you found yourself mentally assessing him, considering him a risky b+, something that could easily decay your self-control. “…the hell are you staring at?”
you freeze, realizing too late that you’ve gone completely still, your gaze still longing on him. “n-nothing!—”
he turns his head slowly, eyes landing on you before dropping and following your line of sight without hesitation. “…you’re a pervert,” he says flatly, but there's a rasp to it, like he's not entirely mad — more so intrigued, scratching at his neck as he shifts, making the print more evident.
you swallow, heart pounding, “…caught me,” you mutter, voice small but laced with that thrill, after staring so blatantly and feeling bad.
he huffs, controller forgotten. “yeah, you’re fucking obvious. what, sizing me up like some creep?” his eyes bore into you, but he doesn't move away, legs parting just a fraction, inviting the stare, or maybe challenging it, despite himself.
“shiggy…,” your face burns as you look away, trying to deny it, but he cuts you off just as quickly. “no, no, don’t give me that. yeah, you are.”
you shrink back slightly, but he just leans into the couch, one hand coming up to scratch at his neck while the controller rests loosely in the other.
tomura's lip then curls, almost a smirk. “you're into that shit?” but his voice lacks bite as he leans back.
at your silence, a faint huff leaves him, something almost amused under it. “…hm,” he breathes, glancing over his shoulder, “…alright then.”
thinking about perv!denki.....hmmmmmmmmm
prepare for trouble & make it double!
when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
Letting their cock slide between your folds without pushing in, just resting it there and going "oh sweetheart it's gonna be tight but we'll make it fit yeah?"
a/n- I love him so much he’s adorable. Just some fluff. In this you’re Recovery girl’s student.
It was Lunch and you still weren’t done.
Recovery girl had requested that you write a paper on the new healing technique she had taught you to use with your quirk. Why you had to do that, you did not know. You had been hunched over your desk in the corner of the infirmary, typing away at your laptop. The paper was due in two hours and you only had one paragraph. This is what you get for procrastinating.
“Shit, I’m not gonna get it done in time,” you grumble, laying your head down on the keyboard of the computer. What the hell are you going to do?
“Not going to lunch?” A familiar voice asked. You look up and see Mirio’s face phasing through the wall behind your desk. You jump up from your desk and fall backwards onto the floor out of shock. You should be used to it by now..
“Oh my gosh! You seriously need to give me a heads up or something!” You groan out, your butt hurting from the impact. He smiles, and phases fully into the room to help you up.
“Sorry, I thought you’d be used to it by now.”
“Yeah I thought so too but it’s kinda hard.”
He ruffles his wheat blonde hair before walking over to your laptop placed on your desk, reading your paper. He narrows his eyes and then turns back to you.
“Isn’t this the paper you told me about a week ago?
You look away, embarrassed by that fact that you wasted a whole week by not finishing this assignment.
“I had to heal people and didn’t have time to start it.” You pouted. He thinks you look adorable, all pink cheeked and flustered. He grabs your hand and pushes you down into your chair before pulling a stool and sitting down next to you.
“Then let’s work on it together!” He grins, his smile so infectious that you can’t help but join in. He was probably the sweetest man you’ve ever met.
“You can’t, I don’t want to hold you back from lunch,”
“I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“You don’t even know what this is about—“
He cuts you off abruptly. “You can catch me up. I can help you word it and type it out.”
You sigh, realizing he won’t take no for an answer. “Okay, thanks.”
He quickly pecks your lips then smiles immediately after.
“No problem.”
2 hours later (you guys had gotten distracted a lot) you had finally finished your assignment thanks to your sweet boyfriend!
Smut warning!!
Sero knew he was being an ass. But, then again, when was he not?
That hero event was agonizingly long. What was this thing even about? All you’ve heard was speech after speech. If it wasn’t for Hanta Sero, your boyfriend, teasing your cunt through your soaked panties, you probably would’ve fallen asleep.
The torturous throbbing of your clit from his middle finger lightly grazing over the bundle of nerves made it extremely hard to sit still, let alone stay quiet, even with the constant whisper of “Be a good girl” and “Don’t make a sound”. Thank goodness for the applause after each person was finished their speech from the audience that masked the little mewls and whimpers that you would occasionally let out. When he had finally pulled your soaked cotton panties to the side and eased his middle and ring finger into your sopping entrance, a small little moan had slipped out of your mouth. Thankfully nobody else had heard the needy sound that you had just let out except for him. Oh how you wish you could slap that smug little grin off of his face.
You met Sero through one of your closest friends, Mina, while at a bar. The bar she had picked was a popular spot in Tokyo; the group was barely able to find a booth. Mina knew how dull your love life was and decided that she would help spice things up. The club itself was a vibe. Yes, it was pretty crowded and hot in the place, especially since you were such a tight dress but the music and drinks were great at least. Mina’s friend group was… intriguing to say the least. Dynamight, or, rather Bakugo seemed immensely irritated at the mere existence of Kaminari, while Kirishima is trying to calm the growing anger from the irritable blonde.
You had been snickering at the squabble between the two until you heard a gravelly and deep voice from the right side of the booth, groaning about how shitty trying to find parking was. You turn to see the new person’s face and holy shit.
He was hot. Like really hot. Like hot enough to make you want to forget your rule about not sleeping with a guy on a first date (and before it, for that matter)
“Couldn’t you have picked, I dunno, a bar with parking near the damn building?”
“Well how was I supposed to know that the things were going to this full!” Mina argued, knowing damn well she knew this would be the turnout. She turns to you, immediately catching on to the way your eye-fucking the dude, and gains a devilish grin on her face. The same one she has when she does something unhinged.
“Sero, this is my friend ____! She’s super hot and single,” Mina teases as she pulls you up from your seat at the booth to talk to him.
“Hey, it’s nice to meet you, cutie.” He flirts.
And thus, your relationship had blossomed . It’s been around two years since that encounter and you guys are stronger than ever. The late nights smoking with each other, watching movies for hour with snacks that could feed a village, and the even the busy days when as soon as you return home all you want to do is get some shut eye. Not to mention he’s easy on the eyes. Black locs of hair that reaches his nape, tanned skin, and dark almond-shaped eyes that make your thighs clench together.
But all you want right now is to get the car and smack him.
The event had ended and the two of you were just saying goodbye to friends before retiring to the night.
“Alright, see ya,” He tells Kaminari before grabbing your wrist and dragging you in the direction of your car.
“You’re such an asshole, Hanta! You don’t have any respect! How are you—“
You are cut off abruptly by him pushing you into the back of car before climbing over you.
“Yeah, tell me how much of a dick I am, baby,” He whispers , grinding his dick against your crotch. You cup his face and kiss him fiercely, straddling him.
“Yeah? You like that?” You tease him, pulling away from his lips to pull down the sleeveless dress you had put on for the event, revealing your perky tits.
He stares at you for a beat, before moving to unbuckling his belt.
“Lay back and lemme make you feel good, sweetheart.”
