That Little Star in Your Dreams

It's all just a place to care only about myself. I'll be just another star to hang up in the sky.

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Boba, or Extra Boba?

⊹₊┈ㆍ✿ #That Little Star In Your Dreams ✿ㆍ┈₊⊹

ᓚᘏᗢ My name is OmO. I use he/him and he/she pronouns. I identify as genderfluid. I'm Chinese-Mongolian. I'm 23.

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|￣￣￣￣￣ (｡•̀ ⤙ •́｡) ￣￣￣￣￣| | Todoroki Shoto is an Asshole | |______Todoroki x m!Reader (pt.1)_______|

✦ ݁ . SFW, smau + fanfic, unreliable narrator, kind of rude Reader, Shoto is terrible at communicating his feelings, mild angst

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You drop your phone onto your bed and groan.

This isn't how it was supposed to go. You don't know why or what's wrong with you, but...

Fuck, Todoroki Shoto is hot. He's sweet. He's smart.

And contradictorily, he's also the most annoying piece of shit in the entire class of 1A.

Dogging your heels and pestering you 24/7. Did you drink water, did you eat, did you know his friend Midoriya Izuku said that dark chocolate would ease some of the side effects of your Quirk?

He's borderline chasing you around the training grounds with a slab of chocolate, scolding you when you refuse because "why don't you care about your health?"

That look of I-told-you-so whenever you double over coughing during training.

You're sick of him.

He'd criticize the way you wipe your ass if he could. He'd probably do it for you if he could.

And your dumbfuck gay ass would thank him.

Friends insist that he's looking out for you, maybe he even loves you too, but you know the truth.

Ever since the day you transferred to U.A. and Todoroki found you on the rooftop with a blunt between your fingers, he's been smugly rubbing it in your face how healthy he is. And how much you're not.

You glance at your phone and smirk at his last two messages to you.

Hah. Strike a nerve and watch Endeavor's little protege's mask fall away to reveal who he truly is: a vindictive asshole.

You're not actually sure what you said that pissed him off so much, but it feels good to see Todoroki's paper-thin facade of kindness fall apart once he realizes he can't act all lordy and haughty around you.

Oh, he's clean and you're not. You need his help.

Never mind the fact that you've been trying for years to get sober. As long as he gets to treat you like a broken vase and feel good about himself, then he's happy.

You almost giggle to yourself, but a regret tugs at you that you can't ignore.

For months, you've been trying to have a normal conversation with him. Just one conversation.

Something to show him that you're not some permanently baked loser. You're perfectly capable of being funny, witty, charming, or whatever he's looking for in a lover.

And instead of doing any of that, you insulted him, told him to suck your dick, and clearly made him upset.

You catch yourself pitifully staring at your phone in the hopes that Todoroki might send a follow-up message laughing about your texts and promising you that he's not angry with you. You force yourself to scoff and look away.

"He started it," you grumble to yourself, bringing the blunt to your lips again. You don't have to be nice to a haughty, high-horse nepo baby.

You ignore the fact that you really, really want to be nice to him.

You ignore the fact that sometimes, when he finds you slumped and dazed in some abandoned corner of the school, you like the way he strokes your cheek and carries you back to your dorm.

Todoroki Shoto is a jerk that gets off on being better than you. And you're fucking in love with him.

You take another drag and wish the colors dancing behind your eyelids could numb the pain in your heart.

[omobobamilk]

. ݁ ₊ . ⊹ ݁ ˖ Ი 𐑼 . ݁ ⊹ |￣￣￣￣￣ { ˶  • ˕ •) ￣￣￣￣￣| | Brat Taming with Katsuki | |________Katsuki x m!Reader________|

✦ ݁ . NSFW, top!reader, bratty!Katsuki, slight puppy kink

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Katsuki's been a total brat lately.

Positive reinforcement, you tell yourself. Look how far he's come, from furiously blowing up his own office at even the slightest provocation to grabbing cupcakes for you on his way home because "they just looked nice, I dunno."

He's definitely been improving. Everyone has their setbacks, you suppose.

It's no excuse, but at least you don't have to feel so disappointed.

You sigh and adjust your angle so the next thrust of your hips hits his prostate dead-on.

He looks so beautiful, splayed out on his back, his legs hooked on your shoulders, eyes teary and pleading. He clenches down so perfectly on your cock, but you're not paying attention to that.

You're paying attention to how he tries to apologize around the ring gag. It's kind of cute.

"N- Aah! Unf- aagh- *hic* a- ah th'owwy!"

It's also cute how quickly Katsuki has tumbled into subspace lately. When you two first started dating, it took nearly an hour of kissing and nipple play before he wanted you anywhere near his dick.

What a poor little puppy. Barking angrily at others all day just to come home and beg so prettily for pats and scratches.

You wish you could pamper him like he deserves, kiss his face and call him a good boy. But no, if Katsuki wants to misbehave, then he can deal with the consequences.

Which is why you lean forward and spit in his mouth, just as you pull out slowly only to quickly slam back in. He chokes.

"Swallow it," you say sternly. And when he does, you sneer, "Good mutt."

Ah, you almost feel a little bad at how crushed he looks.

The ring gag is evil. Once Katsuki got comfortable being a bottom, the words started flowing like crazy. Being quiet is torture now.

A good puppy knows how to beg, after all. "Please," "thank you," and "m-mor- aah~! More, please, more!"

"You want me to fuckin' beg?" became "Fuck, don't- Not the gag. Put that shit down. You know I like- ...*huff*... you know I like talking."

Still gazing at his face (and the way his tongue pushes against the metal ring in his mouth, like he might be able to get it out), you reach over and blindly fumble the surface of the nightstand until your fingers brush against soft leather.

You dangle his collar, a simple black number with a nice red buckle on the front, in front of him. He goes cross-eyed trying to keep it in view.

"Want this?" you say, fighting back a pleasured groan as you push in deeper.

He moans unabashedly, nodding and babbling garbled pleas, clenching down on your length like an orgasm will change your mind.

It won't, but you pull out anyway. Just to be safe.

"Behave," you warn, and he stops wriggling.

You amuse yourself by teasing him with the collar a little more, then relent and clip it around his neck.

Katsuki moans loudly as the buckle clasps close.

Two fingers and a gentle but firm tug at the ring gag — you keep going until he's forced to crane his neck up to meet you.

"No more late nights in your office." Your voice is dangerously low, the type of low that promises another round of thorough fucking if Katsuki's not careful. "And no more yelling at your secretary when she tries to send you home. You sleep in our house, in our bed. You sleep eight hours a day. You eat a proper lunch. And you never yell at your employees again."

Fervent nodding. And a string of unintelligible noises, half of them probably just wordless moans.

You smile. Letting go of the ring, you reach around his head and unbuckle the gag entirely. Then you pull him back up by the collar as you align yourself with his entrance, pushing into the tight heat and finally allowing yourself that drawn-out groan.

"Good puppy," you whisper. You feel him clench.

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|￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ (⸝⸝⩌⸝⸝⩌⸝⸝) ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| | Katsuki's fucking stuck in a fleshlight | |___________Katsuki x m!Reader______________|

𐙚⋆° NSFW, dom!reader, subby!virgin!Katsuki, established relationship, prostate massaging, prostate orgasm, slight orgasm denial

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Katsuki-kun is blushing. 

You keep your head down and try to focus on just making your protein shake for the day, but he's staring and blushing, and it's driving you crazy. 

A quiet but definite, "Hey," makes you yelp. 

Katsuki gives you an unimpressed scowl. 

"Fuck was that for?" he snaps. "You got a fuckin' problem or what?"

He's extra waspish today.

He's also weirdly holding a pillow in front of his crotch. His legs are bare, his shirt is rumpled, and he's biting his inner cheek, which you've only ever seen him do before a test. 

You almost ask him what's wrong, but he's glaring so furiously that you decide to let him calm down before you prod him. 

A deep breath in. A deep breath out. Katsuki shifts from foot to foot, scowling at the floor. 

"You can't… you can't laugh," he finally grumbles, still blushing furiously. 

"I won't," you say, though you really have no clue what you'd laugh at. 

"...'m stuck."

You blink. "You're stuck?"

"...mhm."

"On the pillow?"

"No, you fucking idiot," Katsuki snaps. 

His body wobbles, like he's fighting himself, before he sighs and moves the pillow out of the way. 

You bite your lips and use every ounce of your hero-trained discipline to keep your poker face. 

A thick silicone fleshlight, bright orange in color and standing erect. Or rather, he is. 

"You're stuck in… that?" you say, fighting to keep your smile off your face like your life depends on it.

"Kirishima recommended it," Katsuki mumbles. "S'mthing about letting off steam. I dunno why I trusted his stupid extra ass."

Your smile gets wiped away completely. You stoutly refuse to acknowledge the bolt of annoyance that strikes you. 

You're not really the jealous type, but a fleshlight recommendation? Instead of recommending to Katsuki that he bang his perfectly fine boyfriend with an equally available hole? 

"No way in hell am I seeing Recovery Girl about this so…fucking, help." And then Katsuki spits out, "Please," like it kills him to beg. 

"You want me to jerk you off?" you say, a peevish tone seeping into your words from the idea of Kirishima encouraging Katsuki to fuck a tube of plastic. Catching yourself, you hastily amend it into, "I can't, I mean– I don't think that's very applicable here."

You gesture jerkily at how Katsuki is balls-deep in the toy. It's obviously an erection problem. You think about asking Katsuki if he's tried just waiting it out, but you know he would never come to you with such a mortifying problem unless he's already tried everything. You're probably going to have to…um…

"How the fuck does this even happen?" you say instead. 

Katsuki shrugs, visibly embarrassed. Normally he masks his embarrassment with his anger, but it seems like today he's too embarrassed to even be upset about it. Or maybe what all your friends tell you is true, and he really is just softer when he's around you. 

He's pretty fucking hard right now. 

"Dunno," he mutters. "Guess I bought one too small. You gonna help me or what?"

"I'm gonna have to finger you," you blurt. 

Ah, that's…That's not how you wanted to phrase that. 

It's a testament to how humiliated Katsuki is by the situation — or maybe he's just been stuck for a very long time and he's getting desperate— because he just shrugs and shuffles over to the couch. 

He's…letting you. 

You should probably be a little ashamed of how quickly you get down on your knees, fingers fumbling with the bottle of lube he hands you. 

All you can focus on is the pucker in front of you, ready and waiting. 

Even though you've desperately waited for months for a moment like this, daydreaming of what Katsuki's face will look like when it's screwed up with pleasure, you can't help but zone out watching his rim. 

The way it gets tugged back and forth, your knuckles only nudging it wider with every pass. Katsuki moans pitifully as your fingers slide in, then chokes as you slide them back out.

Fuck, he's practically suckling on your fingers. And his little noises ("nn-ngh!") only make it harder not to get obsessed. 

Focus. You're here to help Katsuki get his poor dick out of a fleshlight. Nothing else. 

You pause once your finger is fully inside, letting him adjust to the feeling. He's trembling — his thighs all but quivering. 

Is he seriously this sensitive?

Because you value your life, you don't ask that question out loud. You just hold your finger as still as you can, feeling his walls clench around you almost rhythmically as he tries to get used to the stretch. 

After a moment, you hear a wet sniff and, "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Just making sure you're properly stretched," you say, already knowing what Katsuki's response will be. 

"Don't you fucking dare look down on me, you b-bast-aah~! Fuck, w-wait– ngh–"

You suppress a smug smile as you slide your finger out, curling it slightly to make sure it drags along his walls. But you're not cruel, so you still placatingly say, "I'm not looking down on you. It's just a health matter. Wouldn't want to tear anything."

"Like you could," Katsuki grumbles. 

Are you imagining it, or is his voice wobbling? 

You determinedly pretend to not notice your own hard-on and pour your concentration into applying another generous glob of lube. Purely for health reasons — it has nothing to do with the way Katsuki's hole is an absolutely adorable little pucker, pretty and quivering, and you gladly take the opportunity to massage the rim and feel it pulse. It has nothing to do with the way his hole tightens and his entire body jolts when you prod his rim with a slick digit. 

"Two fingers now," you murmur as a warning, turning the prod into a press. 

There's that delicious clench, that moment of anticipation, before you push past the ring of muscle and slide in. 

Two fingers. You daydream about three, four, or even pounding into Katsuki with your own cock, but you relegate yourself to two fingers. It's hard to feel disappointed; Katsuki's body is beautiful.

You push against his walls, scissor him open, hook your fingers and gently pull up, make his hole wink to you. Everything you can think of, everything you've been aching to try. 

Katsuki-kun is a mess, his cock jerking and tremoring as pretty noises fall from his lips. 

"N-Nah! Ah– mmf, mmngh… umf– ungh– m-mmgh~!"

Out. In. Out. In. 

You can feel him loosening, and a heady rush of arousal floods you. That give in his body giving just a little more with every pass of your fingers. Two isn't enough to leave behind a noticeable gape whenever you pull out, but his pucker isn't as tight as it was when it started, his walls are warmer and softer than before. It's like his body is carving out a place for you. Just you. 

Yours. 

You hastily wipe the drool off your chin before Katsuki notices and calls you a perv. 

"How're you feeling?" you ask as a distraction. 

Katsuki's smothering his face into a couch pillow, but he takes the corner out of his mouth to snap, "F-Feels fucking fi-nn! –f-fine!" 

He tries to throw you a glare but ends up whining instead of huffing, which seriously detracts from the intimidation. He grumbles and slings an arm over his eyes instead.

"Thought this shit was s'posed t'make me come," he says, almost petulantly. "S'just making my stomach feel weird."

"'Weird?' Weird how?"

Katsuki hesitates. "S'all hot 'nd… 'nd fuzzy, I don't–" Anger at his own obvious, awkward inexperience flickers in. "–I don't fuckin' know, aren't you the one who's s'posed to be helping me? Quit fuckin' edging me and make me come already."

You blink innocently at him. Then you curl your fingers and press. The moan that tears out of Katsuki's throat makes you dizzy. Fuck, that's hot. 

You grin. "You're so predictable."

"Fgh-! Fu-uck you," Katsuki chokes out. 

Another press, another "Haah– fuck! Hnng…n-nnf…"

His hips buck so violently that your fingers slip out entirely. You put a hand on his stomach. 

"Stay still, Katsuki."

"W-What the f– unnh– fuck was that?" Katsuki hisses, furiously trying to wipe his tears away. 

Fuck, that's kind of hot too.

"It's your prostate." 

"Fuck's that?"

"Um." Wow, he really is inexperienced. "It, uh, feels good. Inside."

"Think I've got a fuckin' G-spot?"

"I know you've got one," you reply evenly. "And stop squirming, or I won't be able to find it."

He stills. Your cock twitches.

It's hard to tell where his prostate is. It's lucky the rest of him is so sensitive that he doesn't notice how awkward and fumbling you are as you try to refind that spot that makes him wail and clench. 

"N-Nn~! Haa-aahg… nnf– fuck, it's too– nngh!" He's incoherent. How cute.

You shouldn't, but you feel a flash of satisfaction. Where's Kirishima and that stupid fleshlight now?

"You're close, aren't you?" you hum. As if you don't have his wildly twitching length right in front of you, the silicone prison of a fleshlight doing little to hinder his erection. 

"F-Fu– unngh… unf– aah~! F-Fuck off!" Katsuki spits. 

You laugh softly. Even like this, so cute and needy, he still manages to be an argumentative grump.

"Be nice Katsuki-kun," you chide. "Or I won't let you come."

"Fuck you!"

You slide your fingers out. 

"N-Nnh– no…" Katsuki whines, instantly deflating. His hips snaps up, practically showing off his loosened rim. "F-Fuck, I'm– hnngh, 'm sorry, please…"

His own hand comes down to fumble with himself. You watch with an amused smile as he hesitantly touches his rim and shudders at the feeling before quickly snatching his hand away. 

He's adorably sensitive. Extremely, even. You wonder if maybe his Quirked-up sweat has something to do with it. Makes him more sensitive when he sweats. 

"I can't– I don't know– 'm sorry, 'm fuckin' sorry, please, I'm so– nnh…'m so fuckin' hard, just help me… p-please…"

Resisting such a needy Katsuki is impossible, so you nudge his trembling legs open and gently slip your fingers back inside. 

"Fuck, thank you." He's fully sobbing now. "Thank you, ngh, please– n-nmgh– fuck…fuck–"

His cock is leaking so much precome that it's dribbling out from the toy. He's probably close to losing his mind. 

Finding his prostate is easy now, experience guiding you. You begin that shallow back and forth, rubbing right over the gland in relentless circles. 

When he comes, it's with a loud wail that he just barely manages to muffle with the pillow. You watch his entire body tense, his abs fluttering so prettily. Beads of sticky, lewd white drip from underneath the silicone; you have to resist the urge to lick it all up. 

"There you go. Good boy," you coo, mind going on autopilot as all the blood from your brain rushes to your dick. You barely notice how he whines loudly at the praise. "So good for me. You liked it, didn't you?"

These are the sweet nothings that he would normally snarl at. Now he nods, eyes foggy with pleasure. He's tumbling like a stone into subspace. 

You register the information robotically. You'll use it later. Right now, you have to figure out how to non-awkwardly run to the bathroom to take care of yourself. 

"It should go down soon," you say with a calmness you don't feel. "I'll be back."

"Th'fuck are you going?" Katsuki grumbles. He peeks out from where his face is buried in his pillow of shame, giving you a mix of a glare and a needy, pleading look. Then his eyes fall directly to the tent in your pants, which you hide just a moment too late. 

He's a little boneless as he slides off the couch, but there's a look of determination in his face. 

"Think I didn't notice? Fuckin' perv," he mutters. He nods at the spot he was lying at just a moment before. "C'mon, I'll…I'll help."

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|￣￣￣￣ ♡ ‧₊˚ ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ ￣￣￣￣￣| | Kirishima is a needy, subby top | |_____(RQ from anon. Thank you for the RQ)______|

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ Kirishima x m!Reader

ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ NSFW, dom!Reader, edging, thigh riding, cockwarming, toys, pre-established safe signal system, Reader has a big dick, Kirishima is a pillow prince

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It's amazing what just a few toys can do.

"P-Pah! Please, ngh- can't... hngh, can't!"

Two pairs of leather cuffs and a dainty set of nipple clamps look gorgeous on Kirishima. The delicate chain on the clamps fall so prettily across his toned torso that you can't resist tugging on it and listening to him whine.

"Ngh!! B-Baby, don't-"

More cruelly, a cock ring sits snugly at the base of his aching, needy length.

"Can't... baby, I can't," Kirishima whines. He's sniffling — fuck, he's a total mess. Having a body built for stamina is a cursed blessing for Kirishima when he's dating a loving sadist like you.

Poor Kirishima had been so excited when you'd approached him with a smile and a sultry "Wanna ride my thighs while I work?"

He'd been even more excited when, as you locked the cuffs on his wrists to the cuffs on his ankles, you murmured lowly into his ear, "If you can put on a good show when you come, I'll let you cockwarm me later."

"I love it when you spoil me," he murmurs back. Then he cranes his neck around for a kiss and pouts when you duck your head away.

"I'm not spoiling you," you say seriously.

Instead of getting nervous about your warning, Kirishima wastes his attention mumbling about how unmanly you are to dodge a kiss.

You roll your eyes and peck his lips.

It's a little difficult for him to get going, stuck in such an awkward kneeling position while balanced on your thighs. He keeps rattling his cuffs and complaining about how much he wants to grab your hips.

Settled comfortably on your plush living room couch, you lazily discard the idea of helping him. It's fun to watch Kirishima actually move for once, face screwed up with concentration, his chest heaving, abs fluttering.

Usually, the little pillow prince gets tied down to whatever surface you feel like railing him on and takes whatever you decide to give him.

For an overworked pro-hero, he gets off on giving up control. For a quirkless civilian, you get off on taking control. It's a win-win for you both.

It's hard to keep your attention on your tablet and the mind-numbing paperwork when there's a warm, throbbing dick pushing against your thighs. The view is delicious: sweaty red spikes, flushed red cheeks, and a drooling red cock.

You do what little work you can, close your eyes frequently to savor his noises ("Nngh... nngh!.. H-Hnngf... a-aah, ngh..."), and steal glances at that precious, pleasure-twisted face at every opportunity.

About twenty minutes in, you notice a pout starting to form.

"Fuck, you're... nghh, hnnf... y-you're not even paying a-attention," Kirishima whines. "You're just... hnngh... just w-working."

You finally look up with a smile. Oh, he looks even better in your full view than in your sneak-glances.

"I said I'd be working," you say. As calm as you are, you can't keep the rasp out of your voice. Fuck, he just looks so good like this.

The way he shivers at your husky voice makes your own dick drool a little.

"Well... unff, sh-shit... I thought you'd- you-ngh, nugh, ahh..." Kirishima's eyes flutter closed as he grinds down harder.

For a moment, he just hangs there, as if dangling from a string. His face in a knot of concentration and building pleasure. When his eyes fly open, his abs clench and his cock twitches cutely.

"Ngh- mmf- mnnghhn-nnn..."

A pathetic little dribble of precum. Aaaand nothing else.

"It's not enough," Kirishima moans brokenly, eyes screwing shut again.

His body lurches forward, as if too exhausted to stay upright, but the cuffs and his own muscles keep him steady. He droops his head, a string of pitiful noises tumbling from his perfect lips.

"Shit, baby, I can't- it's not- your thighs are too- they're too... nghhn..."

You smile, fond but smug.

"Aww, baby," you coo, reaching up to cup Kirishima's cheek with your head. "Can't come, can you?"

He leans into your touch, giving you wide, watery pleading eyes through the limp spikes of his hair. Does he look a little betrayed? Is that a full-on pout you see?

Your smile widens. How cute.

Your legs are smooth and creamy. You know because you take special care moisturizing your body after showers and before bed; because Kirishima loves to nuzzle your thighs anytime he's down there valiantly trying to take your entire dick; because Kirishima always mumbles, "Shit, really love these. So soft. Crush my head between them, okay?" before getting back to mouthing at your length.

Poor Kirishima, with all his sturdy endurance, takes so long to come that his pre slicks your skin by the time he's anywhere close, and his dick slips instead of grinds against your thighs.

An hour later, and he's a reedy, keening mess.

"Need you... n-need-ngh... need your dick, baby- nnnf!! B-Baby, please, just... hnnf, can't- can't come!"

Your precious Kiri would never say anything bad about you, not even to complain that your silky smooth thighs have been leaving him teetering on the edge of an orgasm for an unbearable hour. But he will whine up a storm and beg for your dick.

You trail a finger across your thighs as you listen to his breathless pleas, making shapes in the half-dried pool of pre that's glistening on your lap. Your work tablet lays on the couch cushions, completely forgotten.

Twice, you lift a curious finger to reach around Kirishima and fondle his behind, trying to get a good feel on his hole while his entire body unevenly jerks back and forth. It's a little difficult, to say the least: you can feel him trying to slow down for you, but he's just so desperate by now that his hips buck and grind involuntarily.

"...hnnf... h-hnnf... nghh, b-baby, please..."

His dick is barely half-hard, what with the nonexistent friction he can get from your thighs, but if the way his pucker twitches needily against the pad of your finger is any indication, his entire body is aching with a need for relief that you refuse to give him.

"You get my dick when you come," you say firmly, and the response to that is a miserable moan.

(You check him real quick by squeezing his forearm, and he manages to snap twice to indicate that he's okay. You give him a reassuring kiss on the abs in response, and another weak dribble of precome spurts from his dick. Heh.)

Firm as you are, even you can't resist a ruined Kirishima. It takes about two minutes of listening to his begs for you to give in and start slicking your fingers properly with his precome.

Sometimes you think about getting him a dog muzzle, other times you gagging him in any manner (unless it's with your dick) would be a crime. He's just such a whiny puppy that you think a muzzle would fit him perfectly.

Shaking distracting thoughts from your mind, you press your slicked finger against his hole and warn, "If you come, I'll stop everything and leave you like this."

As if he could come.

He tries to give you a wry look, which turns into a beautiful look of bliss the moment you slip a finger inside him.

"Fuck!" He's not a very vulgar person, but when it comes to you... He likes to say you break all his rules. What a sap.

It's probably torture to him, how slow you stretch him out, but you're having too much fun caressing his velvety walls and watching each tiny little movement blossom into pleasure on his face. You squish his prostate with your fingers and watch him convulse and keen.

When he finally gets to sink onto your cock, it's with a string of broken moans.

"F-Fu-ugnh-!! Fffuuuuck... thank you..."

He sniffles as he bottoms out, taking a brief second to adjust to the stretch before quickly starting to grind. His legs are trembling with exhaustion, but he's not Red Riot for nothing. It's kind of impressive how much energy he still has left.

"Thank you, thank you, thank y- you- th-than- ank- y- ngh!" he babbles, bouncing in earnest. It's sloppy; you can feel from experience that your dick isn't hitting his prostate at this angle. But he's so adorably needy and desperate that he doesn't shift positions, just keeps grinding and bouncing and- and-

"Shit, please- mngh- haah- please- ahh- n-nnng-hn..."

He sounds so pretty when he comes. He looks so pretty too, tears sliding down his cheeks as his entire body tenses. His muscles are beautiful. His dick twitches like crazy.

It feels good to have that wet warmth around your own cock, but you're pretty sure that when you come, it's to the sight of Kirishima pushing up his red spikes to wipe the sweat off his forehead, tears dripping down his chin to mingle with the come on his abs.

He grunts softly at the feeling of hot white shooting into his hole, clenching down and trying to milk you properly. He's too exhausted to do it right, but you appreciate it anyway and reward him by tugging the clamps off his nipples ("H-Hnngh!").

Finally, he collapses on top of you, your dick still sheathed inside him.

For a long, long moment, the only noise is both of your heaving gasps and pants in the gentle evening air.

Then: "...Did I do good?"

You trail your fingers along his spine, feeling every contour of those tired, twitching back muscles. "You did great. You're such a good boy, Kirishima."

As spent as he is, his dick jerks at your words. Hm, maybe you should buy that muzzle someday.

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He's just so pretty, the way his thighs tremble and his rim sucks your fingers in greedily. It's so easy to zone out and watch the rim of his pretty hole get teased back and forth, stretching from that pucker into a loosened hole that easily takes three- no, four- four of your fingers.

His rim always takes on such a cute puffy look whenever you work him for too long. It should be befuddling how his body manages to resist stretching considering how often he ends up like this — bent over with his fist stuffed in his mouth as a poor attempt to hide those pretty "a-aah! Nnh- ngh!" sounds.

But you're happy, you love gently scissoring your pretty boyfriend open.

His walls clench around your fingers with every inch of movement. You find that swollen little bundle of nerves and press-

"A-Aahgh! F-Fuck- nghh, haahh..."

That was another cute thing about Katsuki — all his pretty little noises.

"Nnf!"

You pull out and circle a finger around his rim. It's kind of adorable how his pucker almost quivers, his hips grinding down needily, as if his body is trying to suck you back in.

"Ah- haahh..."

You think about how Katsuki always starts his fall into subspace with insults and furious spitting. Poor Kats, always struggling with being vulnerable. At least he's behaving himself now.

"Unf- ugh! Nghn- f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, there- please- please- nghaaah!"

You decide to reward him by slipping two fingers back inside that needy hole of his and massaging his prostate well. The squishy thing feels nice underneath your fingers.

"Fuck! Ngh- *hic* nggh- mmf- aahn! Ah! *hic* Aah!"

He's dry-sobbing now. What a cutie.

"Mngh- ghk- *hic* Agh! Ghhk- ah!"

When you start fingerfucking him properly, making sure to drag past his prostate with every thrust, the poor thing starts choking on his own spit.

"Ah! Ah! *hic* Ngh- A-Aah!"

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poor thing, thinking he has to be strong for you.

You fell him love with him for his fiery temper, the way he took no bullshit, and the way he threw insults like it was nothing. You liked that heated side of him. You told him so.

You also liked that softer side, the one that only you got to see. The one that cuddled you, squished your tummy, kissed your cheeks. The softer side that got so adorably grumpy whenever you didn't give him his morning kiss. Or when you didn't return his texts.

"I asked you what flavor matcha you wanted, and you didn't even say anything." He has his arms crossed, and he's pouting on the kitchen counter. He likes to climb onto spaces he shouldn't be on when he's mad. It makes him feel better. Like a raccoon or something.

"Baby, I'm sorry," you sigh, dropping your bag down on the couch. "I was really, really busy with work today."

"I had to get you all three," he insists. "I looked fucking stupid carrying three drinks. Fucking Kaminari laughed at me. I couldn't even beat the shit out of him because I was holding your dumb drinks."

Really, he's just looking for a consolation kiss. And he'll pout until he gets one.

Soft, but not submissive.

He even tries to top you, but you quickly safeword out of it. His heart's not in it, and you can tell.

It makes you feel almost unloved for a while, and you're reluctant to try anything for a long time, feeling like maybe Katsuki just doesn't like you that way. Why else would he seem so distracted during sex?

You don't know that he puts his heart into everything he does for you, because you own his entire heart. It beats because of you.

He just has absolutely no idea what to do when he's on top.

When you finally confess your feelings of feeling unloved, it hurts him so much to see you in pain that it loosens the ego and the fear of being judged (and the fear not being what you want him to be) to tell you the truth.

"Jus' thought you wanted a strong boyfriend, tha's all," he mumbles, his words slurring together a little bit as he gets embarrassed. It's cute, and you want to squish his cheeks. Or bite them.

"I told you I wanted a strong boyfriend in high school," you say gently, cupping his face in your hands. "And I still do! But really, Katsuki, I just want you."

And finally, finally, Katsuki gets the pampering he wants.

"Mmm! Ah! N-nnf, nghh!"

You swirl your tongue around the head his leaking cock, lapping up the beads of precum eagerly. Tonguing the slit gets you a loud, pitiful wail as Katsuki fists the sheets and bucks his hips up, so you make sure to do it as much as possible.

"Fuck, fuck! B-Baby, fuck- y/n, fuck, please-"

Maybe he'd cum by now, if you weren't gripping the base of his cock so tightly. Every now and then he grabs your hair to try to pull you off, and you have to remind him to be good and stay still with a few flicks to his balls, which has him whimpering and trying to squirm away.

He's leaking precum and whining pathetically. You pop your mouth off his dick and admire your handiwork: a red, aching cock and a flushed Katsuki, who catches you looking at him and throws an arm over his eyes to hide.

"..f-fuck..." he whines.

"How is it?" you murmur, voice a little hoarse from when you took his entire length into your mouth. He'd tried to pry you off then, like a gentleman. How adorable. "Think you can take a little more?"

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"Ughf! Ah! Ah- Nghh!"

Fuck, it's hot how vocal Katsuki gets during sex. You don't think you'll ever get tired of listening to his moans. It's cute, all his little noises and half-muffled whines.

His cries of "Ah! Ah! Ah!" warn you of his impending orgasm, and you're quick to still your hips, leaning forward and draping yourself over the trembling back of your boyfriend.

As you let him come down from the edge, ignoring his little "Nnf- fuck, don't- don't stop.." whimpers, you amuse yourself by watching beads of sweet-smelling sweat drip down the contours of his toned, muscled back.

Sometimes you wish you could just eat Katsuki — just chew him up and spit him out like bubblegum. How can everything about him be so perfect and hot?

Well, you're just going to have to restrain yourself to fucking and edging your poor boyfriend stupid.

"Fuck," Katsuki whines, wriggling his hips and clenching his lube-slick walls around your cock desperately. You choke back a groan — fuck, that feels good. Half-laying on top of Katsuki like this means your cock is buried deep inside. His hole is tight, wet, and perfect.

You smack his ass and watch the fat there jiggle.

"Why'd you.. fuck, don't stop, you- ngh- asshat b-bitch..." Katsuki's started to get overstimulated, if his stutter and mild lisp was anything to judge by. Poor thing.

You reach out and stroke his cheek, which he weakly jerks his head away from with a half-attempted snarl.

"Shh, be good," you murmur. "I thought you wanted to be my good boy."

A shudder runs through Katsuki at those words — making his hole clench down again, and you have to lean your forehead against his back to hold back your own sounds — and he stills.

You go back to stroking his cheek. This time, he doesn't pull away.

"Good boy. So obedient," you praise, and his hips buck weakly in response.

"Mmf..."

You smile. Katsuki's always so brazen and brash, and while you loved that fire in your relationship, you had to admit that when you got him like this, all weak and goopy, brain turned to a haze of denied pleasure, nothing but a desperate need to please and be good, this was a sweet treat that you loved indulging in.

Besides, Katsuki was an overworked top 5 pro-Hero. Your poor boyfriend needed a break or two, and getting fucked silly seemed to help. As much as he'd run his mouth whenever you got started, you could tell he loved it when you gently tongued his hole loose, stretched him open the rest of the way with your fingers (and his spit), and fucked him like a bitch.

Katsuki's just like that, you think to yourself, as you trace shapes with a gentle finger on his ticklish sides and feel him squirm underneath you.

He makes so much noise just to hear himself talk, but he's really just a good boy underneath.

You're so glad you get to see this side of him. Nobody else gets to, but he lets you. You're special to him; he's special to you.

You chuckle a little at your own sappiness. Ah, well.

Where were you?

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckfuckfuckfuck- please!" Katsuki wails, burying his sweaty, red face in the crook of his elbows as you hold his wrists steady and start fucking into him once again.

There's another other thing that's cute about Katsuki: he's small. He's muscular and defined and handsome, sure, but your body is simply taller and broader in a way that his will never be. Your balls smack against his as you fuck his deliciously ruined hole, your body easily pins his down, and while your cock hits that sweet spot inside him and then slides past to bury deep, deep inside, his 5-inch cock twitches cutely and spurts precum on the floor of his office.

You watch the puddle of precum grow on that shiny waxed hardwood, and you wonder how big Katsuki will let you make it before he breaks down and starts sobbing for an orgasm.