puppyboy ! izuku x doctor ! reader 𐔌❤︎ ͡꒱ ㅤׂㅤ he's in his heat, and he doesnt know what to do!
CONTAINS ⟢ 2362 % pwop , hybrid izuku , human reader , switch izuku , smut , mommy kink , semi public sex , hand jobs , puppy heat/rut , breeding kink , 'goodboy' etc .
ㅤㅤㅤ art by sillybillyken
a/n : if you have seen this, it's bc i posted yhis on my old account that i deactivated...
"izuku midoriya?" you hummed, voice cutting through the sterile air of the waiting room, along with the sound of flipping paper. the dingy blue lights buzzed faintly over the patients, casting a flow over the row of plastic chairs as well as the patients in a pale colour. some were cuddling with their masters, seeking some sort of warmth and comfort, while some were alone, eyes fixed onto the ceiling, or nothing at all.
exactly like the figure tucked into the chair in the far corner of the room; his knees were drawn up just slightly while his boots rested on the plastic of the chair, and his cheeks were a flush of pink on his pale skin. his fluffy tail lay limp against the chair, occasionally catching the tip twitching.
the sound of his name made the soft ears on top of his head twitch before swivelling towards you before the rest of his body could catch up. he rose up with a flinch, his stomach feeling heavy, tail curling behind him defensively.
your smile tugged at the corner of your lips, letting your gaze drift over him and taking in the way his fingers subtly trembled and the way his green-coloured ears twitched even more when you stepped closer.
“follow me,” you hummed, turning around without waiting - papers in your hand rustling as you moved through the hallway. behind you, you could hear the shuffling of his boots, almost like he was about to fall over with each step.
as soon as you stepped into your office, your body had relaxed, the smell of medicine and metal disappearing in an instant, replaced by some sort of jasmine and old books.
you gestured towards the small seating area by the window, the armchair worn-out and scratched with a old blanket that had definitely seen better days. “please, sit here and make yourself comfortable.”
he gulped a large glob of saliva that was stuck in his throat as he had slowly walked towards the chair, sinking in an instant of warmth and familiarity.
while he was getting comfortable with the environment, you had busied yourself with the electric kettle, the water hissing as you prepared tea, setting the plate of cookies on the desk between the two of you - steam curling in the air.
“here,” you said softly, nudging the cup towards him, “you don’t have to drink it, but it’s there if you would like.”
his fingers had twitched, hovering over the mug’s handle, before wrapping around it with carefullness, not drinking but allowing the hear seep into his palms.
you had settled into your chair across him, fingers gliding across the keyboard as you pulled up his file - the screen casting a white glow across your face as you scrolled through his history. his behavioural notes, last check-ups, medication. everything seemed normal to you, at least.
“so, izuku…” you hummed, eyes still scanning the data. “last time you were here, you had your monthly check-up. but that was a week ago, so…” you finally looked up at him, taking a small sip of the steaming tea. “what seems to be the problem?”
his face flushed as he shifted in his seat, the soft blanket and worn chair creaking under him. his tail, which had been draped over the armrest, now thumping against the soft cushion, ears perking up as a low whine escaped his throat before he could even stop it.
“w-well…” he started, voice coming out breathier and more strained than usual. he cleared his throat, trying again as his hands rested against his crotch - closer to where the strain of his pants sat, each word falling out clumsier and whiny. “master had told me there was something wrong with me and you could only help me.”
his eyes darted everywhere but your face, cheeks a flushed red, the smell of the tea making his breath heavy.
“said something about being too… hot? or - a heat.” his voice cracked on each word. “i-i don’t really remember. i just… i’ve been feeling really strange. and restless - it’s like my skin doesn’t feel or fit right - like i need everything off my body.”
you nodded to each word, watching his movement as he finally looked up at you, eyes glassy and vulnerable.
“hm, i see.” you smiled, typing something on your computer before pushing away from your desk. “see, don’t worry izuku, this is completely natural for you. as your master said, you’re in heat - this is where you need to mate, make babies.”
izuku sighed in relief at your words, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “that’s good… i was scared you wouldn’t be able to understand what i was talking about since master was not here.”
his eyes sparkled as he heard your soft laugh, letting out a small chuckle to himself as well. “you can fix it right, doc? what sorta medicine would i need?”
a soft smirk appeared on your lips, one not so innocent. your finger tapped innocently on your chin, as you sat back with a screech. “well, you can’t get better with medicine persay…”
izuku’s face dropped at each word, panic filling his face. “w-what do you mean– i can’t get better? there’s no medicine–”
“it’s a different sort of treatment, a special kind.”
in an instant, his face relaxed and returned to one filled with excitement. “oh, that's what you meant, i was worried you meant i had to deal with this for the rest of my life!”
you rose slowly, moving towards the bed tucked in the far wall, one reserved for patients who need to lay down during examinations, or even when you need rest.
you perched on the edge, mattress dipping slightly under your weight, palms smoothing across the fabric of your thigh.
“come here,” you hummed, voice gentle. your eyes lowered, half-lidded, more of a silent invitation than a command. “sit.”
his head tilted, the green eats perched on top of his head, turned with curiosity. but, his brows furrowed, worry creeping onto his neck.
“i– i don’t really know…” he dodged, thumbs running over one another. “master doesn’t like when i sit on anyone’s laps – or even their lap. they say its… improper? or i’ll get too attached.” his voice grew uncertain. “are you sure it’ll be okay…?
you nodded slowly and reassuringly, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on your pants.
“positive,” you said, voice carrying a promise. “i wouldn’t offer if i wasn’t sure. and… i wont tell your master if you won’t.” you held a finger to your lips in a hushing motion.
a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “
“well… okay, if you say so!”
he let out a soft whimper as he stood up, each step was clumsy while his tail wagged in short sweeps behind him. as he walked closer, you couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable tent in his pants, straining against the fabric.
he perched on your thigh carefully, weight settling against you like he was a feather. his head hid into the curve of your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as if he’d done it multiple times.
a soft sigh escaped him as your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer. “you’re… warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled and drowsy against your skin.
you laughed at his observation, the sound vibrating through your chest and onto him. your fingers began to move, tracing slow circles around his waist, feeling the tension in his muscles unwind under your touch.
“izuku,” you said gently, making him hum softly. “can i pet you?”
the word, ‘pet’, hit him softly, his eyes flying open widely, his head nodding with enthusiasm that his fluffy green hair tickled your neck and cheeks.
“yes– please!” his voice cracked with desperate excitement, tail wagging so hard now it thumped against your leg rapidly. “master doesn’t pet me enough, oh please, doctor! i’ve been so good, i promise, i’ll be so still, won’t move at all–”
“shh,” you soothed, laughter softly escaping your lips. “i believe you; you’re doing so well already.”
izuku let out a soft whine as your hands threaded through the fluffy mess of his hair, palms brushing against the base of those velvety green ears, the fold of his ears perking every so often, thumb tracing the edge of his ears.
a sound escaped his lips, something between a groan and bark rumbling against his chest. his whole body melted against yours as he didn’t have any bones, his head lolling further into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closed and hips slowly rutting back and forth.
“you’re so soft,” you murmured, more to yourself than him, fingers continuing their gentle strokes. “such a good boy.
a shiver ran through his spine at your words; you could feel his nails dig lightly into your dress shirt, breath coming in slow and heavy puffs against your collarbone, the tent in his pants practically growning by each second.
“thank you–” he whispered, one quiet and thick you almost missed it, “thank you so much, doctor.”
you kissed the top of his head softly, one of your hands sliding down his torso, resting just above his abdomen. “what about this bulge in your pants?”
his cheeks flushed at your words, soft moans escaping his lips as he tries to explain. “well, master say’s don’t– worry about it… that i should wait in my room until it goes away,” he whines, his palm moving to your wrist. “but it just hurts, especially when its pushing against my pants like this.”
his eyes were glassy and pleading; you could practically feel the pulse radiating from it.
you nodded slowly at his words, expression softening with sympathy. you pressed another small kiss against his head, letting your lips brush his hair as you spoke.
“well, i can help with that.” your voice was soothing. “can you take it out for me, izuku?”
he lifts his head in embarrassment, eyes widening in shock, lips parted, then closed, then parted again.
“take it out-?” he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. “uhm… are you really sure thats okay?” he rambles. “master said to never take it out in front of guests, and especially when it’s all leaky and hard like this. they said it’s– indecent? and– i should be ashamed, and–”
“don’t worry,” you cut him off softly, voice firm. your fingers withdraw and give him space, letting him know it was up to him if he’d like to continue or not. “it’s okay if you’re not ready; we can stop.”
“n-no, i do–!”
the words burst out of him desperately; he grabbed your hand with both of his, pressing your palm firmly against the straining bulge in his pants, his breath hitching and a shudder running through his body.
“if doctor knows how to fix it…” he whispered, voice hopeful, “then please, i trust you.”
with shaky hands, he fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, movement clumsy with urgency, pushing them down with his boxers, fabric pooling around his thigh. his cock sprang free, one clearly thick and heavy, slapping against his belly with a wet sound in the cool air of the office.
a loud, whiny moan escaped his lips as his head fell back against your shoulder with a relief that washed over him.
you couldn’t help but stare, your breath getting caught in your throat. he was… massive to say the least. the length was bigger than anything you’ve seen before; it flushed deep, the green hairs that trickled up his torso, and tip already dripping with precum that fell down his length.
your hand reached out, fingertip barely brushing his shaft, gathering the moisture that sat and pooled. he whimpered loudly at the contact, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing your touch.
“so pretty,” you muttered to yourself, eyes tracing each vein, the way his cock curved. “so responsive as well; you’ve been holding this in for a while, haven't you, izuku?”
he nodded restlessly, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “yes–yes, doctor– mommy. ihave. it hurts so so much, please!” he cried, hips bucking with each stroke. his mind fogging up at the pleasure.
“wanna– ilove this so much, mommy.” he gasped, his hands frantically unbuttoning your shirt just so your shoulder is revealed, teeth biting harshly into your skin. “fuckk…”
“wanna get you filled with my puppies,” he mumbles, your hand moving faster, the other playing with his ears softly, whispering words of filth into them.
“you wanna cum, wanna breed me?” you taunted, fingers pressing against his tip, each dribble of precum leaking faster and faster.
“yes–yes–! please, mommy-!” he whined, his teeth sinking into your skin, deep enough to draw blood, to leave a scar that would last eternity. “wanna fill you up so bad.”
you coo’d at his response, hand speeding up as you pulled his hair, earning a sharp moan from his lips, eyes filled with tears and cheeks pinker than ever.
“iwanna–cum– something… it's coming out– ♡” he moaned, string of cum quickly shooting upwards, covering both your stomach and his own; however, your hand never faltered. “w–wait, i made a mess, sl–slow down!”
you let out a sinister laugh as you felt his body get rigid, your hand never slowing until his second orgasm, one stronger and louder than the first one. his thighs twitched, lips unlatched from your bruised shoulder to moan loudly.
the cum sprayed more wetter, thinner than before, leaving damp trails against the whites of your shirt.
your finger slowed down against him, but never stopped, just enough to keep the pleasure, but not fast enough for an orgasm. “how was that, izuku?” you hummed, kissing his tear-stained cheek.
without thinking, he had grabbed your wrists and flipped you both over, back hitting the rather uncomfortable mattress.
“i think… mommy needs a punishment for not listening to me.” he laughed, slowly pulling down your own trousers, revealing those pretty lace panties, damp in the centre.
his teeth grazed your inner thigh, biting sharply, earning a loud gasp from you. “let’s see how you like it… hm?”
content izuku x reader, afab!reader, established relationship, p in v, consensual filming!!!!, sex tape, dirty talk, you egg him on really, possessive izu, rough sex. word count: 1.1k
this idea was spurred on thanks to love & money by luvcat!! this is absolutely not proofread so please ignore any mistakes teehee
thank u everyone for all the love on my previous izuku fic!! izu lovers unite!!! and reminder my asks are open if u ever want to share your thoughts/request something (> 𐃷 <)
the first time you suggest it, izuku nearly chokes on his water. in his defense, it does come pretty out of nowhere, with the two of you relaxing in the privacy of your apartment after a stressful day.
at least in the beginning stages of your relationship, izuku is very careful when it comes to you. not just in the sense of protecting you, though that is a large factor, but mostly in the duty he feels to ensure none of his messes include you. it's not like you're a secret—dating the number 4 hero and not being at least a rumor would be an impossible feat. but izuku is private, and anytime someone has even tried to ask for details about who this “mysterious person” he's often found with is, he shuts it down in his typical polite speech.
he's seen enough horrors to want to keep his personal and professional life as separated as possible, with the added benefit that it keeps you safe.
so imagine his surprise when you tell him you should film a sex tape.
"absolutely not,” is his immediate response after he composes himself, voice hoarse. he's already thinking of the absolute worst-case scenarios, anxiety clinging at his throat for events that haven't even happened. what if someone hacked his phone? or if he fell asleep and his fingers somehow managed to post the video, and then you, vulnerable and his, would be revealed to the world in your most intimate state?
he shuts the door to it so quickly you're left feeling guilty for even suggesting it. a mumbled comment and a kiss to your temple let you know he's not upset, just… a little freaked out.
which is why you try again not even a few days later. your lazy bout of morning cuddles gets a bit more heated (like usual), izuku pressed behind you with his hand down your panties. he's groaning pretty nonsense against your neck, distracted in keeping you as close as possible.
not distracted enough, however, since the second your hand reaches out for his phone in the nightstand, he's gripping your wrist hard enough to hurt. "i said no, pretty,” he says against your neck, and the disappointed tick in his voice is enough for you to give up.
and the idea is forgotten for the next few months, and with a partner as attentive and yielding as izuku, it's easy to let the conversation drop.
when it's brought up much later, it's not at all planned.
it's late at night, the moon the only source of light in your room, and izuku has your thighs in his hands, keeping them separated. he's as sweet as always, groaning low and deep as he fucks into your pussy, eyes locked to where you're connected.
"you're gorgeous,” he's grunting, barely sparing you a glance. maybe subconsciously, he's licking his lips, pupils blown out as he watches how he disappears inside you, thumb rubbing eager circles against your clit.
the look on his face is enough to have your hips canting, trying to match his movements, chasing after him any time he pulls out. "yeah?" you're muttering, much more confident than the whine in your voice suggests.
izuku can only nod dumbly in response, his head lolling forward when you squeeze purposefully. it has his hips snapping once, just a little harsher than intended, and he's smoothing down your thigh as an apology. his eyes never leave your pussy, though, and enamored is the only word you can use to describe it.
"you should just take a picture if you're gonna keep staring.”
you mainly say it as a joke, calling him out for his shamelessness. it's a throwaway comment, meant to tease, and yet it has izuku shuddering, his thrusts jerking and losing their rhythm, a quiet "fuck" slipping past him.
and oh, isn't that a reaction you weren't expecting.
you can tell from the way his eyes flicker to yours that he knows he's given you an entry, and you're taking it before he can say much else, momentarily happy to forget how good he feels inside you. "would you want that?" you start, sitting up slightly on your elbows, "you can look at it whenever you miss me."
izuku, quite wisely, stays silent, not feeding into what he knows is something you want. but if there's one thing you both have in common, it's your stubbornness. "or would you rather film it?"
the sound of his inhale is loaded, frustrated in a way he tells you he's struggling to keep it together. you're grinding up against him, your hands snaking up his stomach to his chest. "it's better that way, isn't it? a picture couldn't capture how good you're making me feel."
his tongue pokes against his cheek, jaw clenched tightly as his gaze lowers. guilty. his breathing has grown deeper, and you can feel his chest expand beneath your fingers. why you're so insistent, even you don't know. but you'll never pass on an opportunity to make him lose it.
"i can even moan real pretty for the camera," you offer innocently, trying to meet his eyes as he turns away from you. with a giggle, you throw an exaggerated whine of his name into the air.
he doesn't even give you a second before he's pulling out, your confidence depleting as he turns you around, one arm pressing your hips to the bed as the other reaches for his phone. "is that what you want?" he hisses, his voice shaking under what is probably his distaste for giving in.
it doesn't feel much like a win when he's pushing past your folds roughly, ignoring your startled yelp as he immediately sets a harsher pace. the next whine of his name is real, high-pitched, and needy as he starts rutting into you.
through the growing haze of your brain, you can still make out the quiet ding as he starts recording. his arm moves to press his fingers into your lower back, keeping you in place. he groans again at the way your walls tremble violently around him, trying to suck him deeper as if it were possible.
"that's it," he's panting, his eyes moving away from your figure to watch you from the screen of his phone, angling in such a way that only your back is visible, his hand splayed out on your skin. the soft staccato of your moans mixes deliciously with the smack of his hips against yours.
"show the camera how pretty you are," he mumbles, moving his phone closer to show the way you're stretched around his cock. a flare of protectiveness rushes through his chest when you moan louder, as if eager to show off how good he's fucking you.
the video will sit in his phone, never to be seen by eyes that aren't his.
current affairs — k.b & i.m
an: something from before I deleted my old account :)
izuku midoriya
ᯓ♪ the sheets are crumpled underneath you, izuku thrusts into you menacingly.
his perky mushroom tip hitting all your sweet spots, the veins on his cock send shock waves through your body. each eager thrust made you cry out into the sheets.
his calloused hand is placed on the flat of your back, pushing you deeper into your arch. his green curls stick to his forehead messily all while he’s panting out to you.
your hands clamp on to the sheets like it’s the only thing keeping you down on earth.
the sun is slowly setting outside, the golden hour glow shining on you perfectly from izuku’s view. framing all your curves and sweat that has been left on your skin from multiple and multiple rounds of sex.
it’s all that your room smells like.
izuku groans, his thrusts become more fierce, more precise. like he’s trying to prove something to you,
“haaah- so, so good! you just.. hnghh- take me s-so well..” he leans himself down so his head is laying on your back. you feel his tongue make its way up, the coolness of his saliva leaving a trail on your already shiny skin.
he’s trying to taste you,
because he wants all of you.
his rough hands move down to your waist. he kisses your right shoulder blade, biting on it softly before he shifts himself back onto the bed.
he pushes you forward with his thrusts, causing you to scream out, “izu!! c-can’t take it!!!”
he repositioned himself so now he’s kneeling on the soft mattress of the bed, he shifts himself so his cock is drilling right into your spongy spot that makes you cry.
fat tears begin to pile up on your waterline, the overstimulation from the day of sex. the day of you two connecting in more ways than one.
his rough middle finger makes its way to your clit, rubbing soft, little circles onto the bundle of nerves.
you let all those tears leave your eyes, crying and moaning softly. the sound echos right into the head of izukus.
he doesn’t stop.
he needs to prove his love to you.
his worth.
he continues his thrusts, hard, unpredictable. but he keeps it up for you.
your walls tighten around him, he throws his head back. his freckled arms tense, his hands dig into the flesh of your hips, nails marking little crescents onto your skin as proof he was there.
no matter how sloppy he wants his thrusts to be, he can’t. he needs you to gush on him.
he needs you to cream all over him to feel complete.
he wants to feel the tightness of your pussy one last time before sleep overtakes you both.
the tightness that wraps him so snug, so perfectly.
it elopes his thick cock so nicely that he has to paint your walls white.
so he continues, faster, harder, rougher.
you’re sobbing, full on. but you know his aim. his finger on your clit becomes three. his index, middle, and ring. all rubbing the exact same time, rougher now, pressing into the bundle of nerves, making you squirm.
your legs shake, and his breath becomes unsteady.
he lets out an eager groan, and you let out a broken moan,
“i’m s-so close!! ngh- you take me so w-well! c-cum! cum!!”
he chants like he’s casting a spell. he is eager for your pleasure.
his balls tighten, you arch your back into his thrusts.
then you gush. all that release exits onto the sheets on your king sized bed and onto his legs.
your walls clamp around him, he feels that it’s his time.
he cums, hard.
you’re still gushing around him, your liquid falling out of you.
his nails now digging blood out of you, he tosses his head back and cusses to all the sons above.
his thrusts don’t stop. he needs it to work. he needs his cum to stick to that sweet pussy.
need you to take his child, carry his baby.
have his sperm find your egg, let biology do its thing.
then you two become one.
he moves his large hand to rest on your stomach. he flops down beside you, pulling you into his chest.
he holds you tightly, like you could disappear,
“i would dive into the deepest ocean, to take your pearl.”
katsuki bakugo
ᯓ♪ the sound of netflix plays in the background.
but you two don’t care.
you’re riding katsuki with such tenderness, tears slowly peek into his eyes.
each bounce on his cock that is doing such wonders inside your pussy, it makes you let out sweet moans.
he replies to you with soft groans and whimpers.
his hands don’t know where to be placed, they wander all around your body.
from your hips, to your thighs, to your ass, then your tits. but they can’t stay in one place.
his blond hair is splayed across a black pillow, a decorative one, that you chose.
his crimson eyes move all over your body, they dance from your hands that are placed on his abs, to your eyes how they roll back, to the soft bounce of your tits.
each time you grind yourself into him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, you both let out a moan in sync. slowly synchronizing your moves.
it’s like a dance.
you move yourself up, he slowly thrusts up into you.
you let yourself fall back down onto him, he falls back with you.
your nails rake at his abs, he lets out a hiss.
his voice is rough, but soft around the edges.
just like how he is with you,
“keep movin- fuck. just like that, yeahhh.. atta girl..” his hands find their placement on your hips, helping you move on him.
the routine of every rough fuck, every time he bends you over in unimaginable places. all fades away here, right now, right here.
with just you and him, together.
his red eyes stare right up into yours. you’re too focused to notice him starring, but he stares anyway,
“kats- s-so big…” you moan out softly, loud enough for him to hear against the soft slapping of skin.
every time you go slow, you’re able to feel all of him. the tip of his cock, the shape, the veins, the thickness, the length that sits so deep in your tummy.
tears slowly leave his eyes, not sad, not angry, but pure bliss.
pure bliss only you can give him.
he watches how your body reacts, like he’s staring at a work of art. he tries to understand your next move, but you’re unpredictable to him.
he’s trying to understand you like how he tries to predict a villain's next move. but you’re far from that.
the city lights peak in from the windows, helping the tv light up the room.
you look down at katsuki, the tear streaks running down his cheeks glicing in the light, he gives you a fucked out smile.
while you lean down to kiss off his tears, his hands move you up and down slowly.
you kiss down his face, making sure you kiss his scar on his cheek before your lips hover over his.
both of your breaths are synced up at this moment.
you can smell the minty toothpaste of his mixed with the gum he was chewing earlier.
he shifts his head up to reach your lips, taking them with a deep groan.
his left hand shifts down so he can rub your clit with his thumb.
he slowly licks his tongue at your bottom lip, you allow him in, like you always do.
he explores your mouth, your tongue intertwining with his. like a reassurement to you and to him, that you’re both still there with one another.
you begin to grind down on him, he pulls away from the kiss to throw his head back on the pillow, he lets out a moan. you start to kiss down his neck, pushing yourself to sit back up on your knees.
you begin to pick up the pace, only a little, but enough to notice a difference.
katsuki grinds himself up into you, trying to not separate the two of you any longer than he wants.
he feels his orgasm brewing, he feels the tightness, the heat.
he notices yours slowly forming inside you. he takes his right hand and places it on your stomach, pressing down lightly, causing you to whimper at the feeling.
his cock kisses so deeply in you, kissing your cervix softly.
both of you near your peaks, his right hand drops from his stomach and lands on top of yours, which is right on his peck.
you both breathe together, interlinking as one.
you both cum.
your pussy clenches around his length, he fills you up, and you take it.
your liquids gush out onto his pelvis. both of your heads are thrown back.
he opens his eyes that were closed and swears he sees you as an angel. the way the sweat covers your body, how your chest heaves, the way your hair clings to your face.
then deep in there, he knows he may soon be changing a part of your dna.
inside you, he’s soon changing your patterns, adding more life onto yours.
something you both have been asking for.
he softly pulls you against him so that you’re laying on his warm chest. both of you trying to calm down, cool yourselves down.
he looks down at you and smiles softly,
“yea baby, we’re free, we’re free..”
an: forgot how SAPPY I was
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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.
a/n: woke up in the middle of the night and needed to write this
thinking abt izuku who holds you so tight when you guys are sleeping that you can’t even think about moving like his arms are locked around you.
if you move and inch he’s automatically pulling you back against his chest. his hands wander at night, slipping under your shirt and grabbing your boob. sliding down your tummy, as he half blinks awake.
he nuzzles into the back of your neck. “warm.” he presses a small kiss to your skin as his fingers slip into your panties. he nudges your thighs open and you press back into him. “zuku.” you’re breathless.
he plays with your clit so lazily, the both of you falling back asleep even as he touches you. it’s muscle memory at this point and your little whimpers are like a lullaby to him.
he’s halfheartedly humping against you but sleep is winning. your thighs clamp around his hand, orgasm washing through you and making your eyes heavy. “‘s good, let’s go back to bed.” he pulls you even closer, cuddling against you.
you’ve been pouting silently for izuku’s attention for the past thirty minutes cuddled up in bed. you huff and toss your leg over his waist and he still doesn’t turn to you, glued to his phone reading about hero news. you whine and straddle his waist but all he does is glance up at you with a raised brow.
“izuuuu.” you grind against him once, jutting your bottom lip out.
“almost done.” he pats your thigh and looks down at his phone again.
you scoot up just a little and set yourself down right on his abs and your eyes flutter. your hips jerk and the feel of his hard muscles through your panties have another whine bubbling up in your throat. you keep grinding against him, breath starting to come out in shallow pants, fingers gripped into the hem of the shirt of his you're wearing.
you start humping against him faster, toes curling, panties getting wetter with each swipe. your hands slip under your shirt, fingers going straight to your nipples to roll them making you let out the breathiest whimper, hips jerking a little faster now.
izuku’s phone is long forgotten and he’s staring up at you with parted lips and a furious blush across his face. “uhh.. um.. baby?” he rests his hands on your waist.
“yeah?” your voice pitches upwards.
“what.. what’re you doing?” he squeezes you softly.
“riding your abs.” you whisper, lip wobbling as you look down at him. “feels good.” you nod.
“it does?” he flexes his muscles and your jaw drops.
“please! i- nghh!” your thighs shake on either side of him. “i wanna.. mm.. turn around.”
“feeling shy now?” he starts to smile.
you just shake your head and flip around, setting your wet panties right back on his abs and start grinding again. he slips his hands under your shirt and squeezes at your waist, thumbs playing with the waistband of your panties.
“fuck!” his hands freezes when you pull his cock out of his sweats.
you lean down and let some spit drip down to his tip and start jerking him in time with the way you’re humping against him. his abs are flexing with growing pleasure making you squeeze around him tighter. pre is spilling out in thick rivers with each swipe against his tip and the sounds coming from deep within his chest are going straight between your legs.
“fuck baby this is so hot.” his hands travel up your sides and before sliding to your front to play with your nipples.
“izu!” your head falls back and you start rutting against his abs.
you’re getting lost in the feeling, panties slick and clinging to you, each ripple of his abs going straight through the drenched cotton. you jerk him faster, knowing he’s already close from the way he’s throbbing and twitching in your hand.
“i’m gonna- mmf! zuku i.. hic! yess!” your hips jerk against him as your orgasm rips through you.
“shit.” he gasps and he’s spilling his cum all over your tight fist. “fuck, i just..” he shakes his head.
his hands slide down to your hips and yank you backwards, your hands shooting out to catch you on his thick thighs.
“izuku?” you turn your head.
“sit down, baby.” he’s pulling your hips down and sets your honeyed, panty clad pussy right on his mouth.
a/n: i’m working on longer fics w him as we speak 🙏🏻
i. midoriya
thinking abt roommate!izuku who tries to pretend he doesn’t hear the muffled vibrations and moans from your room at night.
who would lay awake in bed and stare at the ceiling, timing out how long it would take you to finish. he would try to find out which setting made you cum faster, listening to how loud you got.
who couldn’t take it anymore and would slip his hand under his sweats and stroke himself. thumbing at his leaking tip, hips already thrusting into his hand as he thinks about you just a room away. he couldn’t help but cum at the same time as you with his teeth dug into his lip.
who didn’t know you were thinking about him until you let his name slip one night after overstimming yourself. he practically ran to your door, panting and knocking until you cried his name again.
who stood in your doorway with wide eyes, watching you press the little vibe to your clit, thighs shaking, back arched. ‘izuku please!’ was all it took for him to replace your hand with his.
who found the setting that made you cum the fastest and stared at your pussy gushing all over your sheets. he didn’t even stop after you came, just left it there so he could watch your face when you came again.
who came in his sweats, drool on the corner of his mouth watching you soak your toy and his hand in the process.
a/n: bc why would i work on longer fics when i can do these
i. midoriya
thinking abt roommate izuku who’s such fucking perv and always barging in on you and sputters out some apology but never leaves after
he’ll knock once and just open your door in the middle of you changing. “oh sorry!” but then he’ll just linger in your doorway, eyes trailing all over you, licking his lips, looking like he’s going to outright devour you
when he hears you playing with yourself at night he’ll wait until your right about to cum and then he’ll just walk in and ask for a charger and just wait there while you take your hand out of your panties and reach over for your charger, noting the way your panties are soaked and you shirt is still pulled up
when he hears you turn the shower on it sends a little rush through his system, he gives you five minutes to get into the steaming water and then he’s making his way to you
“sorry, gotta shower now, the guys wanna meet.” and he’s tugging off his clothes and pulling the curtain to the side
“izu just-”
“s’okay there’s enough room.” he steps past you, chest brushing against yours
he’ll keep his distance for exactly one minute before he has your back pressed up against the tile and his thigh slotted between your legs
“c’mon baby.” his hands fall to your hips as he guides you against the muscle of his thigh before you start to move on your own. “yeahh there you go, good girl.”
he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself while you rub yourself on his slick skin. his lips are hovering an inch from yours, both of you panting and staring at each other. he moans your name so obscenely as he gets closer and he smiles feeling you tremble on his thigh
“cum.” he nods
“i- izu!” you press you bury your head in his chest and hot pleasure races through you
“‘s good.” he grunts, painting your tummy with his cum
and then he’ll just start cleaning you off and whispering soft praise while he washes himself and then leaves you in the steam to go hang out with this friends
a/n: sad bc i was sifting for izu reqs and i have at max like 3 and idk i need nasty and gross izu rn
like izuku who jerks off in your bed when you’re not home with a pair of your panties pressed to his face
like izuku who cracks your door open in the middle of the night and watches you play with yourself so he can jerk off to the same rhythm
like izuku who turns the air up extra high so he can see your nipples poking through your shirt when you walk around
like izuku who always needs something from the bathroom while you’re showering and will sit in there and talk with you but insist he needs to see you so he pulls the curtain open
like izuku who is always walking around shirtless and sweats low on his hips, always standing a little to close to you so you can feel the heat of his body
like izuku who steals are your sex toys and hides them in his room cus he wants to see if you’ll say something
like izuku who pouts and offers himself up saying you must’ve just misplaced them and you look up at him with parted lips and squeezed thighs and nod you head once
like izuku who won’t leave your cunt alone once he gets his mouth on it and makes you cum over n over until you don’t even have a grip on his hair or sheets anymore cus you’re so overstimmed
like izuku who pulls out your vibe from his bedside table and presses it right on your clit, smirking when he hears your cries and then adds in your dildo too and fucks you until you’re literally scooting up his bed and begging for a break
so yeah like that kinda izu is what i’m looking for yk :)
a/n: i just like need him so bad :(( also this goes out to all the somno w sho asks 💞
s. todoroki
thinking abt shoto who gets up so early in the morning so he can work out and make breakfast and then go to work so you both had a talk of how if he needs you before he starts his day and you’re still asleep he can have you
he was hesitant at first but your sleepy body reacted to him so sweetly, your thighs spreading open, arching your ass into the air and he would groan so softly cus you stopped wearing panties or shorts to bed so it was easier for him
he touches you so delicately, not wanting to wake you but needing your warm pussy to hug around him so he’d slip two fingers into you, small puffs of air leaving his lips as you coated his fingers, the sticky sounds going straight to his cock
he pulls his fingers out and immediately replaces them with his cock, inching in until he’s flush against your ass, he leans down, caging you in as he starts to fuck you, listening to your sleepy whimpers, watching the way your fingers attempt to curl around the sheets
you’re so soft, so warm, all his in this early hour where he pulls pleasure from you so sweetly, forever caring about your comfort, wanting you to cum before him, making sure he’s slow enough that your eyes never flutter open
and when you cum around him, a soft gasp leaves your lips and he cums, hips stilling, pressing kisses all over your shoulder and whispering about how much he loves you before he pulls out
he doesn’t just leave you a mess either, he’ll dip down between your thighs and suck his cum out of you, lazily eating you out, can’t help but to lap at your clit until your hips are shaking and your drenching his face next
then he’ll go to the bathroom and get a warm cloth and clean you up and pepper kisses across your legs before covering you up and going to refill your water bottle before he starts his day
thinking about shoto who loves to make out with you. specifically when he’s got you pinned beneath him, whining into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him making your skirt bunch up to your waist.
he’ll kiss all over your cheeks and make his way to your neck, barely brushing his lips against your heated skin to see you squirm. your hips jerk and he moans directly in your ear.
he rolls his hips right against your panties and your fingers tangle in his hair holding him closer. it’ll start off as slow and teasing but you hear the change in his breathing and the way he hardens in his pants.
he’ll start fully humping against you like he’s fucking you, pressing his weight into you, taking your lips again and shoving his tongue inside.
he makes you cum embarrassingly fast and keeps humping as you're shaking. presses his forehead to yours, groaning lowly as he cums in his pants. hips still rolling.
he just goes back to making out with you like nothing happened, doesn’t even say anything or lift up for air. he’ll let out a breathy chuckle when you squeak when he starts to rut against you again.
a/n: had to go back to my shoto roots for my 2 month anniversary on this bloggggg
thinking abt shoto who loves to spoil you rotten. nothing is too much, if anything it’s not enough. he’ll walk around the mall with you for hours, carrying all your bags and never letting his soft smile drop.
he watches you prance around the different stores, pointing at things you want and cooing about the color. he’ll sit and watch you try on clothes for as long as you want, content on the couch watching as you twirl around with hearts in his eyes.
and once you’re done shopping, yawning and leaning on his side he’ll drive you home. he carries all your bags in the house while you’re still napping in the passenger seat and then comes back and carries you inside.
“sho.” you bury your head in his neck.
“we’re home.” he wraps his arms around you tighter.
“wanna kiss you.” you lean back.
he chuckles before offering you his lips. you lazily kissed him, opening your mouth and whining until he pushes his tongue inside and glides it against yours. your hands tangle in his hair as he walks you to the bedroom, laying you back on the bed and never breaking the kiss.
you’re softly tugging on his hair, whimpering as he deepens the kiss, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your face. your thighs fall open around him as he settles in between them. he kisses the side of your mouth and down your neck, softly sucking on your pulse as you squirm.
“sho.. can you..” you whine pushing his shoulders lower.
his laugh fans across your neck before he scoots down your body. he flips your skirt up, eyes darkening when he sees your cute panties soaked. he places a small kiss on the center, smiling when your thighs twitch before he slowly starts to peel them down.
his mouth is watering just looking at you. he points his tongue and slides the tip through your sticky center, lowly groaning at your sweet taste before he circles your clit. your hips jerk when he kitten licks, he’s looking up at you through thick lashes, watching your chest heave and lips part.
“shoto please.” you brush his hair back.
he doesn’t make you beg. he sucks your cute little clit into his mouth, sighing at the sounds that spill from your glossed lips. he doesn’t hold your hips, lets you grind against his face and tongue, working yourself up faster while your pussy soaks his chin.
after your first orgasm is when he’ll place a thick arm over your hips to hold you in place and slip two fingers into your cunt. he’ll curl them just right and start fucking them into you until he hears that one, “shotooo!!” and keeps that pace until you’re falling apart again.
by your third your legs are clamped around his head and he has to pull them apart to lift up. you’re reaching for him, pleading for him to just push his pants down. he watches you squirm as he frees himself, pumping himself a couple times while you jerk your hips up.
“shoto please.” you try to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
he grabs your waist and scoots you closer, smacking his tip against your clit before sliding down and pressing at your pussy. he pushes his tip in and you greedily suck him in, hips pushing forward.
he splits you open so slowly, each inch making your eyes roll back until he’s flush with your hips. then he’s slowly dragging his cock out, only leaving his tip inside, bringing a hand down to thumb at your clit to feel your walls clamp around his tip before pushing back in. and then he’s fucking you so slow but each time he bottoms out he snaps his hips so you feel him in your throat.
“so pretty.” he pants. “feel so good.” he nods.
he leans down and presses his lips to yours again, swallowing down all of your sounds as he fucks into you. you’re clinging onto him so tight, nails digging into his shoulders and spilling all of your soft gasps into his mouth.
“sho!” you cum, arching up into him.
he fucks you through it, his forehead dropping to yours as he feels his stomach tighten with his own release. his pace is still calculated, only a small falter when you feel the first burst of warmth. he’s filling you with rope after rope until he’s spent and practically shaking on top of you.
“wanna bath.” you blink up at him.
“course baby.” he nods, chest still heaving.
he scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom where he sets you on the counter and starts preparing the bath. while the waters running he starts to finally undress you, leaving kisses all over your warm skin until you’re naked. he tugs off his clothes and sinks into the water with you and holds you so gently while he washes you.
all day shoto just wanted to go home and be alone with you. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with his friends but this birthday dinner was going on for far too long. his hand was clasped in yours under the table, leg bouncing, and eyes starting to droop.
you squeeze his hand and rub your thumb over his knuckles. “you okay, baby?” you lean in close.
“i wanna go home.” he looks over at you.
“well it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.” you offer him a small smile.
your eyes widen a little when he stands abruptly. “thank you, i’d like to go home.” he gives your hand a little tug and you stand with him.
you let out a small laugh. “we’ve had a long day and- ”
they all assure you both they understand with wide smiles of their own and wave you guys off with more birthday wishes for him. his shoulders drop when the cool breeze washes over the both of you, he leads you to the car and helps you in.
“hm.” he hums when he gets behind the wheel. “so like whatever i want cause it’s my birthday?”
“mhm.” you turn to him, reaching over and brushing his hair back.
“well.. some of the guys talked about getting head when they drove.” your cheeks flush at his blunt words.
“yeah? is that what you want on the way home?” you smile, starting to shift in the seat to face him better.
“yeah.” he nods quickly.
you help him adjust his pants before he starts driving and when you’re both settled you give him a nod. both of his hands are gripped on the wheel when you bend over the center.
your warm breath fans across his dick and he lets out a low groan as you trace your tongue around his tip before slowly sinking down. you start a slow pace, not wanting to be too distracting but just enough where he’s moaning above you.
“why.. why would they want this?” he looks down at you at a red light. “feel so good but- hic! but.. but..”
you lift up and look at him with wet lips. “sho, pull the car over if it’s too much.”
“‘s not.” he glances up at the green. “just.. ‘s so good. can you keep going?”
you smile and suck him back into your mouth, one of his hands leaves the wheel and buries itself into your hair. he’s focused on the road but the feel of your warm and wet mouth has him wanting to be home now. you hum around him and his hips jerk, a needy sound slipping past his lip.
“fuck baby.” his fingers tug. “just like that.”
at every stoplight he’s staring down at you and it takes all his focus to look back on the road when the light turns green. by the time he pulls into the garage his legs are shaking and he can’t stop whimpering.
“need you now.” he’s pulling you up and tugging you onto his lap.
he’s kissing you messily, licking into your mouth across your lips, pushing his tongue against yours. his hands are pushing up your dress, tugging your panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds before lining himself up. he pushes into you so slowly, groaning and looking up at you with parted lips.
“wanna fuck you again when we get upstairs.” his hips jerk up.
“sho you haven’t even started fucking me here.” you let out a breathless chuckle. “or you want me to fuck you here, hm?” you run your fingers through his hair, starting to grind against him.
“yeahh.” he nods. “fuck, feel so good.”
he rests his hands on your hips, loosely guiding you as you rock your hips. you lean down, hair curtaining around your faces as you press your lips to his. the angle you’re at has him brushing against your clit making you squeeze around him and leaking all over his pants.
he slips one of his hands between your bodies and lazily circles at your clit. your hips jerk faster, breath catching, whining into his mouth feeling your tummy tighten.
“need- mmn need you to cum.” he gasps in your mouth.
you nod, already close, humping against him faster, legs burning and back aching from the angle. the airs hot and dense, windows fogged up only aiding in making the both of you sweatier. he pinches your clit and your mind short circuits and you cum hard and messy all over him.
“fuck.” he groans, filling you instantly, hips bucking, eyes glassing over. “fuuuck.”
you’re both panting, stuck together, neither of you willing to move or separate. “we gotta go upstairs.” he nods at your words.
“we can fuck again?” he starts to lift you off and fix your panties.
“yeah baby, ‘s your birthday.” you press your lips to his.
“what if it wasn’t my birthday?” he smiles against your lips.
“i’d still fuck you anyway cause you’re hot.” you playfully push at his chest.
“thought you like when i make my fingers a little cold.” his hand slides up to your chest.
a/n: i’m tired, he’s tired, sooooo also this was supposed to be a blurb but it got mixed into a fic i don’t make the rules - also not the toshi from the poll but the toshi from my pussy 😭
h. shinso
thinking abt roommate!hitoshi who smiles when he hears your door crack open in the middle of the night followed by your footsteps across the floor into the kitchen, his eyes follow you from his place on the couch
he’ll sneak up behind you and reach up and grab a cup down from the cabinet you’re trying to reach from, softly chucking as you gasp. “couldnt sleep either?” he pulls down a cup for you and sets it on the counter
he makes you tea despite your protests that he’s probably more tired than you, he’ll even lift you up and set you on the counter and pretend that he can’t feel your eyes roaming over his bare chest as he gets everything ready
he offers you a steaming cup, lips tugging upward as you look away with flushed cheeks. “thank you, toshi.” you whisper, accepting the mug
you both sip in silence and his eyes stay locked on you, chuckling when you keep looking away. when you’re both done he grabs your cup and washes them before turning back to you. “wanna try to sleep together?” he grins at your gasp.
“what?” you squeak.
“like go to sleep.. ?” he tilts his head fully knowing what he sounded like. “we can even go in your room so your plushies aren’t alone all night.”
you nod and he lifts you off the counter and carries you to your room, he lays you back delicately and climbs in next to you. you turn and face him and he faces you, both just looking at each other.
“sleepy?” he hums and you shake your head. “wanna come closer?” he searches your eyes.
“mhm.” you nod, scooting a couple inches until he’s pulling you against his chest. “smell good.” you mumble.
“yeah?” he holds you closer, one hand resting on the back of your head.
“and you’re warm.” you nuzzle into him.
“getting sleepy?” his fingers massage your head.
“mm-mm” you tangle your legs with his.
“seem sleepy.” you feel his chuckle rumble in his chest.
“‘m not.” you pull back and pout up at him.
“i dunno..” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “you look sleepy.” he rubs his thumb on your cheek.
you roll your eyes and scoot closer again and he shifts his legs, your breath catches when his thigh presses against your panties.
“toshi!” your nails dig into his skin, hips jerking against him.
“sorry, i didn’t mean- ” he pauses when you rock your hips again. “yeah?” one of his hands slide down to your hip.
“sorry.” you whimper. “i just..” your hips move on their own again.
“you just what?” his hand slides to your lower back, guiding you against his thigh.
“feels good.” you press your forehead to his chest. “toshi..” your breath stutters.
“cumming helps you go to bed y’know.” he flexes his thigh, smirking when you let out the smallest whimper.
“then.. then you gotta cum too.” you peek up at him. “we could.. cum together?” sliding your panties across his thigh again.
“yeah?” he raises an eyebrow. “how do you wanna do that?”
“i dunno.” you hide against his chest.
he flips you so you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. you’re looking up at him with round eyes, hips squirming to find more friction. he presses himself against you and you feel how hard he is. you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower back trying to get him to grind against you.
“this how you wanna cum?” a slow drag of his hips. “panties still on and squirming under me?” he chuckles lowly.
“is that.. okay?” you whisper.
“more than okay, baby. just making sure.” another roll of his hips.
your head falls back into your pillows as he starts to grind his hips against you with more pressure. you’re letting out small gasps and whines that has him throbbing. he’s staring at your parted lips and flushed cheeks, he dips down and whispers in your ear.
“can feel how soaked these panties are.” his breath fans across your skin, making it pebble. “feel good, baby?” his lips barely touch your ear but it makes you shiver all the same.
“yess.” you arch up into him. “toshi.. i..” you gasp.
“hm?” he chuckles.
“can you- ngh! can you go faster?” your nails dig into his back.
“course.” he places a kiss on your neck.
he lifts up from you and starts thrusting his hips like he’s fucking you, your lips part, eyes fluttering shut as your legs shake around his waist. your wet panties are helping spread the already wet patch on his boxers with each grind.
“shit.” he pants, falling to his forearms as his pleasure rises. “shit baby.” he presses his forehead to yours.
“‘m gonna- gonna cum toshi! feels s’good!” your hips are jerking up to meet his.
with a high pitched cry of his name you cum hard, shaking and squirming below him. a groan from deep in his chest spills out of his mouth as he cums in his boxers, hips still jerking, making sure you both feel every drop.
“sleepy?” his voice wrecked.
“mhm.” you don’t even open your eyes. “stay.” you tug him closer.
“yeah.” he rolls over and pulls you against his chest.
a/n: this has been haunting me since it got sent it in
chars: k. bakugo, e. kirishima, s. todoroki, h. shinso
k. bakugo
it started as a taunt that your vibe made you cum harder than he ever did, which is absolutely untrue but katsuki wanted you to eat your words. so he’s got you sitting between his legs in front of the floor length mirror and your legs held open by his.
“kats.” you whine turning your head to the side, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“look forward.” he whispers in your neck.
you slowly turn you head and when you see him in the mirror he’s grinning. he grabs your vibe and flicks it on, the sound of the vibrations making you jump. he presses it to your thigh, slowly sliding it up the inside and hovering it just above your clit.
“it’s not better.” you shake your head.
“i know it’s not.” and then he taps it against your clit.
“katsuki!” your hips jolt.
“hm?” another tap.
“please.” your hips buck.
“mm, so now you want it all of a sudden?” he presses it to your clit and turns it up a setting.
he watches you squirm in the mirror, jerking back against him as he starts to circle your little vibe. your legs are shaking, trying so hard to shut but he’s got you held open.
“kats please.” you whine.
“shush.” he flicks the setting higher and watches your pussy leak more. “makin a fuckin mess.” he shakes it around your clit and you burst, cumming hard and messy.
he just holds your legs open wider, other hand going up to your chin and making you look at him in the mirror. your legs are shaking, loud moans falling from your lips as he never lets up.
he makes you cum a couple more times, smirking at you in the mirror, finally starting to like the little vibe and how quick it can wreck you. he starts lifting and tapping the vibe against your clit again, chuckling at the way your hips buck. a few more tap and then he’s pressing it against your clit and watching you cum and fall apart again.
“i- i need a break!” you claw at his wrist.
“yeah, then you’re getting fucked and i’m keeping that right on your clit.” he scoops you off the floor and plops you back on the bed.
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e. kirishima
this all started because he jumped on your bed and shoved his hands under your pillow to pull it closer but found your vibe instead. you flushed and tried to pull it out of his hands but he jumped up and kept it just out of your reach.
“eiji please.” you whine.
“that what you say when you’re using this?” he smirks down at you.
“i.. shut up!” you cross your arms, pout forming on your lips.
“i wanna see you use it.” he steps closer.
“no!” you go to grab it again but he just pulls you against his chest.
“lemme use it on you.” his voice drops.
“what?” you squeak, cheeks flushing.
“c’monnn. sit between my legs and lemme play with your little pussy.” he smirks. “bet you look so cute when you’re cumming.” he walks you over to the mirror.
“eiji.” you whine up at him.
“what baby?” he coos down at you. “s’okay, gonna treat you and this pussy like princesses, yeah?” he tugs you to the floor with him.
you settle between his legs, cheeks flushing wildly as he stares at you in the mirror. he sets the vibe on the floor and rubs his big hands up your thighs, slowly pulling your skirt up, fingertips barely touching your panties.
“on or off?” he tugs on the cotton.
“off.” you glance at him in the mirror before looking down.
you lift your hips and he slides your panties off and then spreads your thighs. his eyes are immediately glued to your pussy, he grabs the vibe and slides it up and down your center watching your legs shake. he turns it on and the vibrations have you clamping down on your lip.
“nonono let those sounds out.” his voice drips down your neck.
“eiji.” you whine.
“feels good?” he presses it a little harder.
“yes! yesyes eiji!” he groans.
he rubs it around your clit, watching your slick drip down, little pussy fluttering around nothing. he flicks it up a setting and your legs squeeze shut as you cum. he hooks his legs over yours and spreads them open again, watching your pussy leak even more.
“so cute when you cum, i wanna see it again.” he whispers, placing small kisses on your shoulder.
“e- eijirou- i.. nghh!! feels so good! it’s- hic! it’s!” you cum again and his eyes widen at how fast you came again.
“this how quick it normally is?” he turns it up a setting and you squeal.
“no!” you gasp. “‘s you! for you!” you hold onto his wrist.
he can’t stop pulling pleasure from you after that, he’s so focused on making you cum over and over. you’re shaking with tears in your eyes, the sounds of your juices on the vibe so loud it’s competing with your moans. with one more setting change you’re squirting and his jaw drops watching you thrash in his arms. he pulls the vibe away and holds you whispering soft praise in your ear.
“eiji.. want more.” you weakly grab for his hand.
“you need a break.” he chuckles.
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s. todoroki
the only reason you’re sitting in front of this mirror with shoto behind you is because he found your vibe in your drawer and was curious. you tried to snatch it out of his hand but he was insistent and said he wanted to try it on you.
“i haven’t used it since i met you.” you squeak when he spreads your thighs.
“then we’ll use it now.” he hooks his legs over yours.
“sho we don’t have- ” you’re cut off with a moan when he turns it on and presses it right on your clit.
“right here?” he stares at you in the mirror.
“shoto!! fuck shoto!” your nails dig into his arm.
“this is only the first setting.” he watches the way your legs start to shake. “feel good?” he circles it around your clit and you push back into him.
“yesss! yes it’s good!” you nod your head.
he hums and stares in between your thighs, watching the way you start to drip. he slides the toy down and presses it against your pussy, tilting his head at the sound of your wetness on the vibrating head. he drags it back up to your clit and flicks it up a setting.
“why don’t you use this?” he scrunches his brows. “you really like it.” when he starts to circle it you choke back a sob.
“i- sho!” you whimper and your orgasm slams through you.
“that was quick.” he doesn’t pull the vibe away. “we could use it while i fuck you?” he tilts his head.
“wha-?” you’re panting now.
his other hand leaves your waist and slips between your legs, two fingers circling your pussy before pushing them in. he slowly fucks them into you, breathing a little heavier at the way you soak his hand.
“shoto ‘s too much.” he curls his fingers, moving them faster.
“you’re really wet.” he can’t look away from you in the mirror. “let’s turn it up.”
the moment he turns up you’re cumming again, still so worked up from the first. you’re squirming in his arms, thighs trying so hard to close around his hands but he keeps working you.
“sho- nghh! please!” you sputter.
“just.. just keep cumming baby.” he’s panting behind you, staring at you in the mirror.
you don’t even know how long it’s been or how many times you’ve cum but your boneless, leaning back against his chest. he finally pulls his fingers out of your sticky pussy and flicks the vibe off watching your chest heave.
“wanna use that again.” he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
“a break.” you pant. “please sho.”
“course.” he hums.
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h. shinso
your face burns as hitoshi holds your package out to you with raised brows. this company said they used discreet packaging but apparently not.
“so.. do you want me to leave so you can like.. have alone time or whatever?” the faint smirk on his lips makes you want to lock yourself in your room.
“no! i.. no it’s..” you’re at a loss.
“want me to.. show you how to use it?” you choke on air.
“what?” your eyes widen.
“c’mon let’s open it up.” he nods.
you watch him walk down the hall with your vibe and head straight into his room. you linger in the doorway, thighs squeezed together and cheeks on fire. you step into his room and he’s already sitting at his desk cutting into the box.
“mm, this is pretty.” he pulls it out. “same color as my hair.” he smiles up at you.
“no! i- ”
“c’mere let’s try it out.” he pats his thigh.
he pulls you onto his lap and scoots his chair over so you’re both facing his mirror. he helps you prop your legs up on his arm rests and flips your skirt up. the vibe in his hand turns on and you whimper. he hovers it over your panties and when he presses it against the cotton you whine and cover your face.
“toshi!” your hips jerk.
“see you just gotta keep it riiight here.” he circles it around your covered clit. “feels good, hm?” he glances at your face in the mirror.
“yes!” you nod your head, peeking at him through your fingers.
“move your hands f’me.” his other hand hand reaches up and wraps around your wrist.
you slowly drop your hands, looking at him with flushed cheeks. he turns up the setting, chuckling as you jerk back against him, watching in the mirror as your panties get wetter.
“want me to pull these to the side? show you what it feels like on this little pussy?” he whispers in your ear.
“t- toshi!” you cum at his words, legs shaking, whimpers spilling out of your mouth.
“fuck you’re so cute.” he groans.
“you- mmf! you can move em.” you nod, looking at him in the mirror.
his fingers hook into your panties, tugging the soaked cotton and exposing your slick folds in the mirror. he licks his bottom lip and brings the vibe back to your center, lowering the setting and barely ghosting it over your slit, chuckling at the way you buck in his arms.
“ready?” he catches your eyes in the mirror.
“mhmmMMhmm!” he presses the head right on your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“surprised you didn’t get anything to stuff you full.” he slides the vibe down to buzz at your entrance. “know you got this vibe cuase it matches my hair.. so do you want me to mold my dick into a dildo for you?” you cum again, crying out his name.
he grins staring at how ruined you are in the mirror and slides the vibe back up to your poor puffy clit. you’re squirming in his lap, legs shaking, toes curling in your socks as your slick drips down onto his sweats.
orgasm after orgasm is pulled from you, no thoughts, just hitoshi pulling pleasure from your body. you can’t catch your breath and he makes you make a mess all over your toy and his hands until you’re pushing at his hand begging for a break.
“yeah, catch your breath baby.” he flicks the vibe off. “not done with you yet.” he chuckles watching your legs snap shut.
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