i was wondering, can you hold me down?

20 • mdni • viktor luvr

[sh1zhu]

hello everyone! welcome to my blog :3

kamusta! i’m mimi. occasional fanfic/headcanon writer, full time lover of ‘x reader’ fics.

i used to be very serious about being a writer and all that, but i don’t really write that much unless i’m knee deep into a fandom.

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i might add more to this little thread…but to be continued.

[sugarwarachan]

the first time you sit on shigaraki tomura’s lap, he freezes. muscles tensing up, hands held rigid at his sides. don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch on a chant in his head.

you crane your neck to look back at him, beaming that loose, easy smile that makes him want to burn the whole world down just to keep you safe.

"just gettin’ comfy, tomu!" before you’re leaning back against his chest, the warmth of your body sinking into his bones.

it becomes routine to have you there, a comforting weight that buzzes through his head and zaps out thought. he dares himself to touch you, to drag his thumb over the soft skin of your hip. he doesn’t realize that he might have an effect on you too until you’re spinning on his lap and hugging his thigh between your legs, breath shaky against his ear.

"tomu—" you whine into the skin of his neck. he can already feel the heat of your pussy through your cute little pajama shorts.

"needy?" he scoffs, mostly to hide the disbelief, the joy—you’re needy for him. you’re fumbling for his cock, his hands, trying to find yourself relief that only he can bring you. his dick pulses against his stomach. "if you need it that badly, you can get yourself off like this, can’t you?"

you press kisses to his throat, and he practically short-circuits.

"yeah, but it’s better if you help me move."

the fact that it’s him you’re craving—shit, he's losing his damn mind.

he’s careful with his grip but that doesn’t mean it isn’t punishing, firm. he locks you in, dragging your slippery folds back and forth, watching the way your eyes flutter when you bump up against that bundle of nerves at the top.

"you like this," he breathes against you, something like a smile on his face. "you really like this?"

cums literally seconds later when he hears you say, “I love this”

[ryoride]

baby, won't you touch me ✮ tomura shigaraki

✮ Boyfriend!Tomura!, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, physical affection, lover boy energy

✮ synopsis: Shigaraki with an affectionate girlfriend

This man's quirk awakening quite literally killed his entire family when he tried to touch them... so the moment you first wrapped yourself around him, he shoved his arms so high into the air—as if the thought of his hands touching you burned him.

After the initial fear & shock of you attaching to him like a koala, he rested a palm on your lower back and realized just how touch-starved he'd been his entire life.

The moment he accepted his fate would forever be special to him. You kissed his shoulder and convinced him to entwine your pinkies together—you saw him as both a villian, and the love of your life. That felt special.

He embraces his girlfriend's affection in his own tomura way. Though I will note he doesn't like kisses on the lips, he feels worried his dry chapped ones would scratch yours.

The LOV has caught you clinging to him like a clingy housecat; no one thinks much of it, but Toga does tend to tease you both when it happens.

While he doesn't mind being affectionate near the others, he does prefer to be in the privacy of your rooms whenever being touchy.

You tend to lay your head in his lap while he games, or he'll lie in yours while he curses teammates out.

He feels this deep trust that grows each time his thumb sweeps against your cheek; you know he won't hurt you, and he trusts you enough not to leave.

It's a beautiful thing, really.

[revolvingsaturn]

☆ day 27

breeding | Tomura Shigaraki

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Tomura Shigaraki is not exactly known for doing things in halves. If he’s starting a campaign, he will complete it all in a night; if he’s killing somebody, he won’t stop until they’re a pile of dust being carried away by the wind as it judges him for his existence. Or, like right now- because it feels like if he’s going to have sex with you, you’d better get pregnant from it.

With the noises he’s making you’d think he was the one being relentlessly bruised from the inside out; your cervix is being swabbed by his glossy tip with every thrust, veins bullying their way past your soft walls like biological caesuras.

“M’gonna f-fill you up, you know that right?” He pants, tongue flicking out to flatten against your sweaty face and lick at the hot skin. It leaves a trail of spit across your cheek, and you mewl at the feeling.

“Yesssss, Tomura! Wan’ it so badly!” You regret the words virtually the moment they leave your treacherous throat because as soon as they land on his ears, it’s like nothing else matters other than his intent to fill you up, watch it leak out in rivulets-

To breed you.

And he’s almost feral in a way that has you suddenly reeling under his shaky hips- because while he might not be the most experienced at this, he doesn’t need to be experienced for what he’s doing right now.

He doesn’t need skill to messily rub over your swollen clit and make you yell, doesn’t need experience to know he has a feral desire to make you glow without even needing to fuck you first; he’s not quite sure what’s come over him, but he supposes it’s something to do with the war.

If he dies, he’d like you to remember him in a way that doesn’t come from slanderous news coverage and hateful interviews, doesn’t come from a world that never saw him as human to begin with. He wants you to have a piece of him, and if that want is manifesting itself in the form of breeding you until his cum sticks inside you then so be it.

It’s different like this- there’s a goal, to get you pregnant, and somehow it elevates every feeling of his tip bumping at your sensitive insides and frothing up the slick that’s allowing him such easy access to your deepest orifices.

You’re still whining, hands clawing at his biceps while his white hair clouds his vision of your desperate face. It’s probably for the best he can’t see fully just how pathetic you look under him, hips bucking up to meet every thrust of his cock into your insides in tandem with the fingers you’re splaying over your clit.

He’s desperate usually, but he’s downright feral now; he’s letting out short, sharp bursts of breath every time you clench around him so perfectly it squeezes pre out of his pretty cock.

“Oh shit, m’gonna cum, gonna fill you up until you’re- until you’re leaking, all mine-“ it’s delirious babble, leaking from his saccharine lips with ease now he’s so close. And when it hits him, he doubles over; muscled torso clenching as you virtually scream in pleasure at the unexpected feeling of his cum filling you up.

It leaks out of you, just as promised- thick, creamy drops of it bead out of your puffy pussy and pool on the sheets. And then, Tomura’s withdrawing his cock and fingering his cum back inside you like he can’t bear to waist a drop. He pulls back, panting, and spreads two of his fingers to watch the slick web between them.

“…huh. Who knew it was this fun to make babies?”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a/n: guys I’m so sad Kinktober is almost over!! But there’s a lot more to come for November (+ a Christmas special! <3)

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[bearinlaice]

thinking about 𝓣. 𝓢higaraki teasing his gf with his quirk …

cw: 18+, nsfw, fingering, teasing, quirk-related, established relationship

synopsis: basically shigaraki bullying you, making it seem like he’ll use his quirk on you.

a/n 💬: thought about this whilst writing other asks, don’t get mad, ok ??? i was also thinking about attempting multis… i dunno tho.

you whined, squirming as shigaraki’s fingers worked you over, his smirk widening at your reaction.

“tomura!—“ you gasped, hips jerking when he pressed down with all four fingers, just barely avoiding his fifth.

“hmm? something wrong?” he taunted, leaning closer, lips brushing your ear. “what if…my finger… slips?” his pinky hovered teasingly, making you shiver.

“d-don’t you dare, tomura shi—” you gasped out as he suddenly moves his fingers.

he laughed, low and mean, before finally letting his thumb take its rightful place, dragging a ragged moan from you instead of dust.

tomura leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. his touch was both intimate and sadistic, “you’re cute when you’re scared, y’know?” he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“so desperate. so helpless.” he punctuated his words with another press, making your body arch again.

“ngh— fuck…” you whimpered, heart hammering in your chest. he was playing a dangerous game, and it was far too intoxicating.

“tomura, please…” you whined, the words barely audible.

he grinned. “please what?” his voice was low, mocking. “please stop? or—” his fingers deepened, making you gasp. “—or please continue?”

you were too busy moaning and clenching around him to respond. he took a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning down to kiss your neck, your body trembling and flushed beneath his touch.

“you’re so damn easy to toy with,” he said, almost admiring. “one touch and you’re a mess.”

you could feel his smile against your skin. “so responsive, too,” he purred, fingers circling your clit. “i can feel every little twitch, every little gasp…”

he pressed harder and you cried out, hips bucking. “m-more, tomura,” you nipped at your bottom lip, panting.

“yeah?” his pinky hovered again, edging closer. “more fingers?”

“fuck— no! stop—” you whined, hitting at him weakly.

“relax,” he chuckled. “i won’t disintegrate you. not yet, anyway.”

his fingers sped up, curling just right, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “i just wanna see you come apart on my fingers…” he grins, feeling your body reach it’s limit.

you moan loudly for the last time as your body tensed, walls clamping down as you came hard with a broken moan.

tomura smirked now at the feeling of you shuddering around him. he didn’t stop, stroking you through it until you were shaking and whimpering.

“feels good, right?” he said softly. “you did so well. such a good girl for me.”

he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, savoring the taste.

“yum,” he purred, his hard dick obvious beneath the fabric of his pants. “i think… i need a proper taste, though. don’t you agree?”

before you could respond, he was already moving— settling between your thighs.

…yay or nay ???

➥ m.list

[strxbrrysugar]

Tomura Catches A Hero

One of u freaks requested hardcore so I have to deliver (or at least what hardcore means to me…tbh I’m not much into the like super heavy stuff. hopefully this is good enough 🫶)

This is very much ‘shigaraki with someone he DOESNT care about’…keep that in mind

Forcing myself to finish this even tho I need to get up early 🫩

Tags: gn!reader, hard dom!tomura, hero!reader, unspecified reader quirk- just says its smth that does better with distance attacks, forbidden relationships, physical violence, degradation, humiliation, face fucking, rough/violent sex, and yet fully consensual 🫶

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“How many times are we gonna do this, creep?”

Shigaraki sneers at your cheeky question, panting as he glares up at you- perched atop the roof of a building while he’s stuck on the sidewalk below.

You’re the only fucking hero who consistently gets the drop on him. The only one who gets away every time. The only one who keeps coming back. He keeps you at bay, obviously, since he hasn’t been caught by you…But he isn’t really winning either. That’s what pisses him off the most.

Red eyes bore into you through the fingers of his mask, filled with contempt and the ever present desire to destroy that which he hates. His hands twitch at his sides, just itching to sink his fingers into your skin and feel it disintegrates under his touch. Shigaraki lets out a harsh breath at the thought, practically trembling with rage now.

“Get down here.” He demands darkly, obviously seething at the fact he can’t scale and follow you up the building with the same skill and speed as you.

You grin, of course, amused by your little dynamic. It’s fun to you, the way these fights challenge you, the mystery behind him, purposefully changing your patrol routes just on the off chance you’ll run into him. You’re extremely aware of just how dangerous he is- one little touch and you’d be dust in a second…so it’s a good thing you never need to get in that close.

As per usual, you decide not to dwell on the real reason you seek him out. The thrill of your fights, yes, but more so…the conversation along the way. The way you get to observe him, and he observes you in return. You’ve learned many things about the infamous Tomura Shigaraki this way, and it only intrigues you more. He’s smart. Immature at times, but analytical and strategic. Arrogant. Extremely strong willed. Ambitious. Hateful, above all else.

A tiny, almost imperceptible part of you almost finds some of those traits…attractive. Or, they would be if you could find them in another man. And besides, it’s not like you really know Shigaraki personally…And the obvious reason, of course, is that engaging with a villain in any way besides trying to detain them is strictly against every legal and moral code you know. Even if that villain is devastatingly interesting.

But still, you oblige him and swoop down from your perch to the continue the fight. He moves with a sort of violent grace, agile and confident and so completely desperate just to touch. You, on the other hand, keep a steady and careful distance, both an advantage and a disadvantage since getting in closer could mean either his capture or your death.

And yet, like the grace of god or a curse from the devil, somewhere in the middle of the fight…Shigaraki’s mask is knocked off.

It surprises you both, but he recovers much faster.

You don’t.

You freeze- stumble, even if just for a second…and you’re caught.

Breathing hard with exertion and the thrill of finally catching you, Shigaraki slams you hard into a wall and pins you there, his hand outstretched with the intention to kill but hovering inches away from your body.

“Poor little hero…” He rasps, a sort of deranged smile spreading on his bare face. “Finally got you.”

You should really be worried about the hand inching towards you, or the rough brick biting into your back, or the murderous expression on his face…Actually, no, you ARE focused in his face- just not the part you should be worried about, because all this time…

Shigaraki has been HOT??

Like, seriously, this entire time, you’ve been fighting this? I mean, he could probably use some skincare and a good three weeks of sleep, but he’s not even close to being ugly. Nice sharp features, deep eyes, that cute beauty mark by his mouth…and he’s definitely around your age- still kinda cute with young age but definitely a man.

And he’s staring at you like you’re insane now.

Because you’re not writhing or crying or begging or screaming or fighting or anything else someone would do when faced with certain death.

You’re just staring at him, with those big eyes and your lips parted a little- not scared, but…a complete idiot.

“The hell?” Shigaraki asks, eyeing you suspiciously, as if he’s expecting this to be some rare tactic to get his guard down. He snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Are you, like…scared stupid, or something?”

You finally snap out of your shocked daze, your eyes widening as you fully comprehend the situation you’re in. Despite his confusion, Shigaraki acts fast, spinning you around and pinning your front to the wall now. He pins your hands behind your back roughly, hesitating to kill you just because you’re being so…weird.

“W-wait- waitwaitwait-!” You panic now, straining against his surprisingly strong grip.

But, damn, his face is etched in your mind. And now he’s actually touching you, pinning your wrists, kicking your feet a bit wider apart so you can’t squirm as easily, pressing up close behind you. God, this is…humiliating.

Shigaraki cocks his head a little at your sudden pleading, leaning in closer a little to see your face more clearly where the side of it is smushed against the wall. You look scared now, yeah, but you’re also…red? He narrows his eyes, analyzing every little bit of your face, and then with a devastating slowness…he grins.

“…Disgusting.” He spits, squeezing your wrists painfully hard and watching you wince. “You’re blushing? What, does this turn you on?”

Your jaw drops a little, still horrified but now also mortified. “What?- N-no- no!”

“Really?” He snickers, squeezing your wrists hard enough to make you cry out softly. “And now you’re lying about it.”

Scowling in frustration and embarrassment, you jerk back and actually succeed in getting a fee inches off the wall…before he puts a hand on the back of your head and slams you back down. Your ears ring with the impact, your vision blurring as your nose starts bleeding. You’ve been trained to get hit much harder and still get back up, but you have no doubt he’d still use his quirk if you fought too much.

Shigaraki grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, chuckling at the dazed look on your face. “Still enjoying this, freak?”

Your hands ball into fists under his harsh grip, glaring at him with blood dripping over your lips as you grit out, “I’m…not-.”

Cutting you off carelessly, Shigaraki uses his grip on your hair to turn you around, then lets go of your wrists to shove you down hard. You hit the ground with a gasp, your knees scraping and your scalp starting to ache from his grip. Before you can complain, he stomps a foot down between your thighs, a pained whine leaving your lips as the bottom of his shoe presses down on your crotch. You reach up with one hand to grab his wrist with one hand, and reach down to push at his leg with the other.

“Should’ve started fighting before I got you pinned down.” He mocks, grinding his foot painfully and watching your hips jerk. “Or were you too busy staring?”

He’s right, of course. This has never happened before- getting distracted by a pretty face- getting turned on by a fight. You glower up at him, and yet for once…no words come to mind. Shigaraki chuckles at your silence, looking down at you for a minute as if weighing his options before seemingly making up his mind.

“…You’re a lot of fun, hero…” He sneers, slowly forcing your head closer to his own crotch, your eyes widening as you try to pull away. “And since you’re so into this…How about I do you a favor?”

You grimace and hold back a whimper, growling up at him. “Don’t you dare-.”

You try to pull back only for him to give your hair a harsh yank and grind his semi-hard dick right up against your face.

“Just this once.” He interrupts, as if you weren’t saying anything at all- as if he’s granting you some grand mercy.

You try hard to pull away as he grinds against your face, but really, you can’t even deny the way heat is flooding between your thighs. It’s mortifying, the way your thighs spread a little more, your hands shifting from pulling to clinging, your glare softening to more of a plea as you stare up at him. Without even realizing it, you’re starting to stay still for him, your lips parting slightly on a soft gasp as he drags the rough material of his pants over your cheek.

“Yeah…” He drawls, a crazed smile on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki doesn’t let go of your hair, instead bringing his free hand down to smear your blood over your lips. You blush deeper, but some survival instinct makes you lash out, your teeth sinking into his thumb. He scoffs in amusement, pulling his hand away and pushing his foot even harder into your crotch.

“Wanna pretend you’re not a slut, huh?” He mocks, giving your head a rough little jostle by your hair.

You whine in pain, but you’re breathless from the pressure between your hips. Both your hands have moved to his leg by now, your fingers curling into the fabric of his pants as if to keep him there. Shigaraki rolls his eyes at your antics, wiping his thumb off on his shirt.

“You’re pathetic.” He states it as if it’s a fact, but he shoves his clothed dick in your face again. “C’mon, take it out, since you want it so bad.”

Your eyes shoot up to his even as you damn near nuzzle against him, your jaw dropping in shock. “I-I don’t-…I’m not doing that.”

He scoffs at your audacity to keep denying it and act all scandalized, as if you’re not millimeters off from humping his shoe. Instead of pressing harder, he takes his foot off entirely. You barely choke back a whine, your hands letting go of his leg. Shigaraki gives your hair another harsh tug, hard enough to make you wince and reach up to grab his wrist.

This time, he doesn’t command. He just stares at you. Cold. Hard. Threatening. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the promise in his eyes- ‘take what you want or die’. So, obviously, you let go of his wrist and start slowly reaching for the waistband of his pants. He watches with a satisfied glint in his eyes, pupils tracing the tremor in your fingers.

You swallow as you hesitantly touch his belt, although you’re not sure if it’s from nerves or excitement. Ever so slowly, you unbuckle his belt and tug it open. Then, even slower, you start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

“Tch.” Shigaraki scoffs, jostling your head a little and grumbling lowly. “Hurry up, whore.”

Your breath catches at the demand, and you obey without thinking about it. Hands moving quicker now, you undo his pants and start tugging them down just enough. You hesitate again before reaching to actually pull his cock out, but you do it before he can get annoyed again.

Immediately, it becomes obvious that not only has Shigaraki been hot this whole time…he’s also been carrying around this big ass dick.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise, and your hands hovering. The hand in your hair tightens again, but you’re too focused to really feel it. Instead, you’re staring at his cock, watching the way he twitches and pulses, imagining the way it would feel in your throat, inside you-

“Are you getting to work or not?” He snaps finally, tugging your hair and jerking his hips so his tip bumps against your lips. “You keep fuckin’ staring at me, it’s weird…”

Your face flushes as you instinctively try to pull away, but he holds you steady. “I-I- mmph-!”

Shigaraki groans lightly as he forces his cock past your lips, holding you tight and pushing in further and further. “Ngh-…If you bite this…I’ll kill you.”

You whine a little around him, blinking rapidly as he pushes down your throat, trying your best to stay relaxed for him. He slides in deeper and deeper until your nose brushes against his pelvis, his cock throbbing heavily against your tongue.

“That feels good…” He grins meanly, his hips giving a little testing jerk just to make you gag. “Really good.”

Swallowing heavily around his cock, your fingers curl into the fabric of your pants. He looks way too good like this- sneering down at you, giving you a damn good view up the flat plane of his body. Your cheeks are so hot even as your heart hammers against your ribs in fear.

And yet there’s something to him right now- maybe it’s the way he’s just subtly biting his bottom lip while he grins, or maybe it’s the way he’s throbbing a suspicious amount in your throat. It almost feels like…like he’s not used to this. At all.

You would ask if his dick wasn’t down your throat. Something for another time, you suppose…

Shigaraki reaches down with both hands and tangles them in your hair, only having half a mind to be careful and avoid killing you before you’re done choking on his cock. He pulls out slowly, watching the blood from your nose and lips smear along his dick and make him leak precum on your tongue. Then, without a hint of care or concern, he slams back in and revels in the way you choke.

“H-hah- heheh-.” He damn near giggles as he starts thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat hard and fast. “Fuckin’ slutty m-mouth- ngh!”

You gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up quickly and drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s absolutely ruthless, his hands nearly ripping at your hair as he holds you in place, his thrusts pushing you head further and further back until you’re pressed against the brick wall again. Now trapped between his dick and the wall, you have no choice but to keep yourself relaxed and take it.

But he obviously isn’t satisfied just with that. Shigaraki steps one foot forward, chuckling darkly as he lightly kicks up between your thighs, feeling your little whimper vibrate around his cock. “Start g-grinding, bitch-.”

Your jaw would drop if it wasn’t already straining around his dick. He pauses with his harsh thrusts when you stop moving, cocking an eyebrow at your apparent shock.

“When are you gonna give up this act?” He growls, grinding into your mouth slowly and pressing his foot up between your thighs again. “It’s pissing me off.”

The friction makes you whine lightly around him. He’s right, and you can’t deny it anymore. You want this- you started this. Continuing to act like you’re above it all just because you’re a hero won’t change the heat in your pants…and it won’t change your chances of making it out alive. So, giving into his demands (and your own desire), you lower your hips and give a tentative grind on the top of his shoe.

Shigaraki grins immediately, chuckling lowly as he starts fucking your throat again. “That’s it, slut. Get yourself off j-just like this- ngh!”

Loud gags and slurps and whimpers echo in the alleyway as you finally leave your dignity behind. Your hands cling to his leg now as you grind and rut against his shoe, moaning and drooling messily around his throbbing cock. Rough hands yank and tug your hair, keeping you in place despite his mean thrusts, ensuring your throat will be as fucked up after this as possible.

“Hah!- Y-you really- ngh!- like this, d-don’t you, hero?” He mocks cruelly, snapping his hips forward almost erratically now. “Y’want m-my cum?- Mm!- Want it d-down your throat?”

You nod as much as you can, looking up at him with tearful, pleading eyes. Shigaraki feels a surge of excitement at the sight, his cock throbbing heavily on your tongue. He bites his bottom lip harshly and tightens his hold on your hair as you swallow around him and run your tongue up the vein on the underside of his dick. Not even he can deny how intoxicating this is- the taboo of it, even if that’s more on your side- the blood and drool and tears running down your pretty face.

“Th-then take it all-.” He demands, somehow pumping into your mouth even harder.

You cry from how it hurts, but your hips drag down hard on his shoe, only getting off on it even more. His eyes squeeze shut above you, his cock beginning to throb like crazy now as he reaches his peak. You watch through blurry vision, hugging at his leg and slurping lewdly around him to get him off.

He cums with a shaky groan, his hands nearly ripping at your hair and his hips ramming forward so hard the back of your head smacks against the wall. Your vision goes dark around the edges and your ears ring at the impact, not that he cares. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum pours down your throat while you’re too lightheaded to swallow it properly. You choke weakly on it, your eyes rolling back a little as it comes back up through the corners of your mouth and, painfully, up your nose.

“Oh, sh-shit-.” Shigaraki gasps, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he takes in the sight of you.

He’s not worried. Not even close. He’s fucking turned on even more. You look like such a pathetic little disaster under him right now- nearly passed out and choking on his cum, his dick still twitching between your lips, your hips still rolling unconsciously against his shoe. It’s a sight good enough that he might not even kill you tonight, just for the chance of seeing it again.

Pulling out without a care for you, Shigaraki pants as he shamelessly lets his heavy cock rest on your face. He watches as you rasp and wheeze and cough and pant, your hand weakly clawing at his leg and wiping your mouth.

“Such a mess…” He drawls lazily, his voice low with satisfaction. “This is a good look for you, hero.”

Your face is such a humiliating shade of red, your head still spinning from hitting it and from how rough he just fucked your throat. You blink up at him, not even caring about the warm, wet weight of his dick leaking on your face. Somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you wonder if he’ll kill you now…

But no.

Instead, he takes a deep breath before pulling his foot back from between your thighs. Before you can protest, he uses one hands grip on your hair to throw you down to the ground. You fall heavily, still heaving for breath as you try to push yourself up.

You don’t get a couple inches off the ground before he’s stomping his foot down on the side of your head, scraping your cheek against the grimy ground.

“Oh, we’re not done.” He sneers, grinding his foot harder just to make you wince. “It’s not every day I get this chance, y’know…”

You’re not even sure what ‘chance’ he’s talking about, but you’re too afraid and too exhausted to ask. Instead, you whimper weakly, practically able to feel the way his eyes rake over the arch of your back and the wetness between your thighs. Scoffing in cruel amusement, he stomps down hard again before pulling his foot away and circling behind you. “Stay still.”

The command sends a shiver up your spine, but you do as you’re told once again. There’s a soft thud and a shuffle behind you before you feel his fingers hooking inside your pants. Your whole body twitches, but you stay in place as he starts tugging your pants down over your hips, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as your arousal is bared for him to see.

“Pathetic.” He nearly laughs, eyeing just how desperate you are for him while one hand travels down to pump his cock hard again. “Absolutely pathetic. I thought you heroes held yourselves so highly, always preaching about morals and all that bullshit…”

He pauses and you tense for a second, only to let out a strangled yelp as he shoves a finger inside you.

“But here you are, bent over like a hooker in some back alley for the countries number one enemy.” He continues, prodding around inside you just to find the spot that makes you squirm. “It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting.”

Your dignity and pride has been in shambles for a while, but it’s turned to absolute dust now. Biting your lip just to hold back sounds, you keep your eyes squeezed shut as your hips push back a little.

“Say it.”

You freeze, almost thinking you misheard him.

Shigaraki scowls behind you, shoving in a second finger and spreading them apart meanly, savoring the way you gasp and jerk under him.

“Say it.”

Panting and letting out little whimpers now, you press your hips back even more and open your mouth. Your throat burns as you speak, your voice weak and coarse from his brutal treatment, but you still get it out. “I-…’m…d-disgus-…ting-…”

A pleased little chuckle comes from behind you, and he yanks his fingers out. The whine that was leaving your throat gets interrupted by a broken yelp as he shoves his cock all the way inside with no warning, filling you up so deep you feel it in your stomach.

“Fuuuck- ah…” He groans, grinding himself inside you and clamping four fingers down on your waist. “Takin’ it l-like a pro- heh-…You sh-should change your p-profession, whore-.”

Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, desperate gasps leaving your lips as your hips jerk. It’s deep- and hard- and it hurts- and it’s so good. Unconsciously, your weak body starts trying to drag itself away. Again, you barely make it a couple inches before he’s grabbing your hair and smashing your face into the ground.

“Don’t you dare fucking run.” He threatens, pressing you down even harder and listening to you wince and cry.

This time, you nod desperately, tears dripping onto the pavement below as your whole head throbs. You squeeze around him, and he throbs as his hips jerk a little. He waits for a moment, as if making up his mind, before slowly letting go of your hair.

“Finally…” He grumbles, rolling his eyes to himself.

Shigaraki grabs your waist with both hands now, his eyes flashing with excitement as he looks down at where his cock disappears inside you. Then, again without any warning, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. He groans lowly, but it knocks a shaky moan from your lips. Grinning to himself, he does it again, nailing that spot he found earlier dead-on and watching you nearly break under him.

“Alright…” He rasps, a deranged smile spreading on his face again. “Let’s see how long it takes to destroy you…”

As it turns out, it doesn’t take long, because you were already halfway broken before he started fucking you.

Your whole body hurts by now- your face is muddled with dirt and blood and cum- your knees scraped and bruised- your hands scratched up from raking your nails down the floor- your throat is sore and raw from his dick- and of course his cock is destroying your insides.

Shigaraki is grunting and moaning behind you like this is his first time feeling anything but hate and pain, his hips pumping wildly into you with barely any rhythm at all. You’re yanked back and forth across the floor as he thrusts hard and pulls you back onto him, his tip reaching places nothing else has before.

But the way you react is nothing short of pornographic. You can’t stop cumming for him, your voice nearly gone from how much you’ve screamed your pleasure. It’s like he’s unlocked some new kink or fetish in you- one only he can satisfy, and you can’t get enough.

Broken, weak little pleas spill from your lips at the same rate tears spill from your eyes, your hips sore from pushing back onto him to take him as deep as humanly possible. It’s insane. You’re insane. You must be.

Shigaraki’s not complaining though. Because god is this hot. You were always intriguing, but this is…something else. In fact, if you weren’t such a pathetic hero, he might even consider you attractive after this. Someone worth keeping around, at the very least.

His lips are parted with pleasured gasps and moans, his eyes glued to the side of your face or where you greedily suck him in for more. The ground beneath your hips is soaked with cum and sweat, your thighs dripping with it and making his skin stick to yours.

“God- ah!…Y-you’re a fuckin’ d-disgrace-.” He rasps, rewarding you for it with a harsh thrust that has you squealing.

You nod dumbly, drool pouring from your mouth and adding to the second puddle near your face. Shigaraki grins, his hips slamming into yours as he feels you reaching yet another orgasm. Instead of slowing down, though, he speeds up, wanting to watch you cry through another painful peak.

“Gonna c-cum again, huh?- ngh!” He mocks, reaching forward to grab your hair again. He tugs back before pressing your head down, able to hear the way your skin scrapes against the pavement. “Think you’ll s-stay conscious after t-this one?- Mm!”

You can’t even respond, much less actually understand what he’s saying. All you can focus on is the telltale tightening in your lower tummy, your eyes rolling back and your nails scraping hard enough into the ground that they start cracking a little. He’s right, though, even if you don’t know it. Your vision is getting spottier by the second, your ears have been ringing for god knows how long, and your mind is so broken you can’t think about anything except the cock railing into you over and over again.

Continuing to grin, Shigaraki watches you teeter on the edge of consciousness, giving your hair a tug just sharp enough to pull you back from the edge.

“S-stay awake-.” He orders, his thrusts turning erratic now as his own orgasm builds. “Want y-you to- ah!- feel all o-of this-.”

A broken cry leaves your throat as he keeps you just aware enough to feel every second of your orgasm. It rips through you, making you shudder and shake and weakly try to run from him again- not that you make it more than an inch this time. Shigaraki giggles almost manically again, watching you convulse and cry under him with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

He speeds up more and more, his cock throbbing heavier and heavier as you only cry harder and harder. Then, finally, he slams in one last time and lets go. Buckets of cum flood your insides without a care in the world, pumping so much that it hurts. You mewl and squirm weakly, your body going into overdrive now as your mind finally breaks for him.

But before he can even finish cumming, before he can revel in the victory of your screams, you blessedly fall into unconsciousness. Shigaraki feels you go limp and silent, your body twitching uncontrollably even as you slump forward and go unresponsive.

He’s scared for a second that he accidentally killed you and ruined his fun too early…but your labored breathing gives away that you’re still perfectly fine.

Grunting in disappointment, he pulls out and lets your body fall to the ground. Shigaraki stands up and tucks himself away, eyeing your unconscious body with a confusing mix of intrigue and disgust as he gets his phone from his pocket.

“…Kurogiri. I need a warp gate at my location…” He rasps into the phone, grinning smugly as his cum starts leaking out of you. “…And I’m bringing someone back with me.”

—

kinda hate this but I tried my best

[katsukiib]

𑣲 you always admired katsuki's strength. especially when he used his strength on you in all the right ways. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.

and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.

otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.

he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.

hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.

using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.

© katsukiib ʚ♡ɞ do not steal, edit, or copy my work! ♡ — MASTERLIST! ♡♡

[lonelyfooryouonly]

katsuki snorts the moment he sees you standing there with your messy hair and wrinkled t-shirt. his t-shirt. the thin material barely covers your legs, and clings just enough to show the soft swell of your breasts underneath. his eyes drag over you slowly before he clicks his tongue.

“why are you up?” he asks, already kicking the door shut behind him.

“i wanted to stay awake and wait for you,” you reply, voice hoarse and sleepy as you stretch your arms above your head. a tired yawn slips out right after, your eyes watering slightly.

“tch. i told you to stop doin’ that. you’re not getting enough sleep this way,” he says, brows furrowing as he walks closer. his tone isn’t harsh, just concerned.

“you know i don’t like sleeping alone,” you frown softly, watching him stop right in front of you. he drops his gym bag onto the floor with a dull thud before turning back to you fully.

“yeah, cause it’s sleeping that we do when we’re together, right?” he smirks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt — well, his shirt — fingers rubbing the fabric between them before slowly sliding underneath. the tips of his fingers brush against your bare thigh and hip as he huffs quietly through his nose.

“katsuki, I’m tired,” you mumble, already feeling the redness creeping across your cheeks when his eyes darken.

“too tired to put on underwear?” he asks, fingers grazing higher against your naked skin. you can feel the warmth of his hand even through your embarrassment.

“you always complain it’s in the way,” you shrug weakly and he groans, tilting his head back for a second like you were testing his patience on purpose.

“but you’re still tired?” he asks with a raised brow, staring at you carefully.

you smile at him innocently.

“oh yes, very,” you push his hand away gently before bending down in front of him. the shirt rides up instantly, giving him a full, clear view of your bare ass as you grab his gym bag from the floor.

you hear his sharp inhale behind you.

“take a shower then come to bed… oh, and solve that in your pants, please,” you smirk, glancing back at him as your eyes flick down to his crotch.

his gaze follows yours automatically and he sees the growing tent straining against his sweatpants. his jaw tightens immediately.

“fuck.”

a/n: i present to you katsuki “doesn’t need much to get a hard on” bakugou. tags: @tokkushin @kamislop

[chibi-tokki]

getting hit with a body swap quirk and waking up in katsuki’s body and him in yours and after the initial shock and confusion, all you can think about is how you’re gonna fuck him.

“i’m gonna make you cum so much.”

katsuki doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.

there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times he’s had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when you’ve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.

“sweetheart, fuck, i can’t-“ it’s weird to hear the pet name in your voice. “please baby, ngh, gimmie a second.”

he’s crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if that’s what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, he’s lucky. but you don’t let up because he never does and so you’re diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and you’re gonna have to deal with it cause it’s your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsuki’s feeling every single thing you’re doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell you’ll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.

“baby, sweetheart. please.” katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. “princess, i’m gonna pass out you’ve gotta give me a second. holy shit.”

you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.

“this how you feel whenever i don’t let up?” his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.

“mmhmm.”

“fuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.” eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear it’s actually katsuki’s eyes looking at you from within your face. “don’t get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.”

you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that don’t belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.

“i’m gonna suck you off though.” he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. “want you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”

heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.

“want you to feel what it’s like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, i’m gonna make you cum.”

a/n: anyone got a gender swap fic i can read? i wanna get freakydeaky

[gyarujo]

꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni. pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s the sound of him stripped of all his defenses

and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[xoxojisu]

SOMEWHERE AMONG

synopsis: somewhere among all the little moments, it becomes very apparent to various people in his life that katsuki bakugo is in love with you. (aka when they realize and know that he's so incredibly gone.)

notes: YAYYY more unofficialbf!katsuki !! 3.5k wc. childhood friends to lovers (?) but no real confession or establishment of relationship. so like childhood friends to unofficial lovers. N E WAYS the concept is like. childhood vs now: when people realize he loves you sorta. or at least that's what i wanted originally but at some point i was just writing like idek man. not well-proofread so there are probs lots of errors n mistakes w the flow im sorry. first longer piece in a min w my writing hiatus and all so im a bit rusty but i hope yall enjoy!!

mitsuki knows before anyone else does.

maybe that’s just how moms are. sharp-eyed and a little nosy, always paying more attention than they let on. but really, you’d have to be blind not to notice the way katsuki’s whole damn world orbits around you, even at the tender young age of four.

the first time he declares you’re his, you’ve got dandelions in your hands and dirt on your knees, and he’s stomping around the backyard like he just won a damn olympic gold medal, screaming, “she said yes!! she's mine now!! hell yeahhhh!”

she snorts into her coffee, watching from the kitchen window.

you follow him around like a tiny shadow. he grabs your hand so tight it makes her raise an eyebrow, your little hand crushed into a position that must be painful, but you don’t complain. you just smile, swing your arms with his, and look at him like he’s your whole world.

(it’s the same way he looks at you.)

she keeps the photos. of course she does.

photos of you passed out on the couch together, little heads squished side by side. photos of you tangled in blankets during movie nights. photos of you curled up under katsuki’s arm, his little hand resting on your knee like it belongs there.

because, she thinks, maybe it does.

by the time you both hit middle school, mitsuki’s fully accepted that you’re going to be her legal family someday. she calls you that often. "my future daughter-in-law," "my sweetheart," "my precious y/n-chan.” it's half because she means it and half just to piss katsuki off.

it works every time. he turns bright red. stomps around the kitchen shouting, “shut up, old hag!!” while you giggle behind your hand. she only laughs and hands you more food.

she always makes extra when she knows you’re coming over. which is... pretty much every day.

he complains. boy, he complains. “why do you treat her better than me? i’m your kid!”

she shrugs. “yeah, and she's my favorite.”

the way he scowls is almost too easy.

but the truth is that she’s proud of him. of the way he’s gentle with you, even when he’s sharp with everyone else. the way he carries your bag without thinking, pulls you close when he thinks no one’s watching, the way his hands shake when you get hurt and he pretends they don’t. the way he's learned to love.

she sees the softness he hides so visibly. she is his mom, after all.

-

it's break, so you two are back home and not in the dorms. of course, she still isn't seeing very much of him, seeing as he spends every waking moment of his time with you. she hears him before she sees him come home, stomping up the stairs like a damn elephant. his voice is low, not yelling for once.

“quit squirmin', you’re gonna fall.”

"'s cause you didn't give me any warning before you picked me up! what am i, a sack of rice?”

“yeah, ‘cause you’re too damn stubborn to admit you’re tired.”

"as if you do?!"

"tch."

she peeks out of and sees you in his arms, head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut while he carries you to his room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he doesn’t even notice her watching.

not until he comes back down a few hours later, shirt rumpled, hair a mess, looking like he just got hit by the best nap of his life and a truck named feelings. (puke)

she leans against the counter. raises an eyebrow. “so, when’s the wedding?”

he groans like she stabbed him. “can you just not for once?”

“nope,” she says sweetly, tossing him a towel. “you still sleep next to her every night like it’s not a big deal?”

“shut up.”

“still let her in your bed but kick that nice redheaded boy out for even looking at it?”

“shut up.”

she smirks. “you gonna tell her how you feel or am i gonna have to do it for you?”

he looks her dead in the eye.

“…you wouldn’t.”

she grins dangerously. katsuki forgets too often that his genes and personality are mainly from her.

“try me.”

he runs back upstairs.

she laughs to herself, puts the kettle on, and pulls out the old photo album. the one full of pictures he pretends not to care about.

she flips to a page labeled “age 4: katsuki + y/n” and looks at the photo of you both asleep in a beanbag chair, his arms around you like he was born to protect you.

“stupid boy’s so damn deep in love,” she mutters.

but she’s not worried. you’ll figure it out eventually.

you always do.

izuku knows before katsuki does.

maybe that’s just how he is, though. observant, over-analytical, always watching "like a damn stalker," as katsuki says. it’s not that katsuki ever told him anything, of course. because he wouldn’t. never in a million years.

but izuku doesn’t need words to see it. he sees it in the little things.

like the way he practically shields you in crowded hallways, hand on your back, just enough to block anyone who might bump into you. like the way he mutters “dumbass” every time you trip, even as he reaches out to catch you without thinking. like the way his hands clench at his sides when you’re the slightest bit hurt. like the way he relaxes when you laugh. like your happiness adds years to his life. like loving you has become a reflex engrained in his body.

izuku remembers the way you used to cling to katsuki's side when you were kids. a ray of sunshine with scraped knees and bright eyes, all trust and affection, following the fiery katsuki around like he was gravity. and he remembers the way he used to puff up like it was his job to keep you safe from everything. even the super scary stuff, like wasps and thunderstorms.

izuku's almost always known that 'kacchan's in love with y/n.' he recalls back fondly to a distinct memory in his childhood. they’re five, maybe six, sitting in the grass by the park, dirtied by playing outside.

-

izuku’s digging in the sandbox, humming to himself, in his own world as per usual, building a castle with just plastic buckets and imagination. he glances over when he hears your laugh. the really bubbly one, the one that sounds like the windchimes his mom puts up when it starts getting warm. he's noticed that that laugh usually comes out a lot more with kacchan.

you’ve got a bandaid on your knee and a flower crown crooked on your head, made from dandelions and clovers, and katsuki is sitting in front of you, scowling at a tiny daisy you’re trying to tuck behind his ear.

“hold still,” you giggle, reaching again.

“why’re you puttin' weeds on me?” katsuki grumbles as if he hates life, but he’s not pulling away one bit. he’s red in the face, squinting at the sun, fists clenched like he can’t decide if he wants to knock the crown off your head or punch something to release his emotion overflow.

he doesn’t do either.

he just lets you keep going.

izuku watches as you lean in close, tongue poking out a little in concentration, and katsuki completely freezes, face red and breath held.

he’s not yelling. not barking. not blowing anything up. he’s just… staring at you. soft-eyed. stunned.

like someone pressed pause on his whole little brain.

and izuku, tiny and curious and wide-eyed, tilts his head.

he doesn’t really know much, or anything, about love. but he knows for sure that kacchan never lets anyone that close.

and he knows kacchan only lets you steal his snacks.

..and his hoodies.

..and his toys.

..and.. him.

and izuku, with sand on his cheeks and a shovel in his hand, watches katsuki blush so hard he falls backwards into the grass, yelling “shut up!!” when you giggle and call him pretty.

and izuku just smiles to himself.

"oh," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

-

now and then, a decade or so later, izuku can still see how hopelessly in love katsuki is with you. you’re sitting on the common room couch. it’s a late night, everyone else mostly gone, the tv playing quietly in the background. you’re curled into katsuki’s side like it’s second nature, his arm slung around your shoulder like a reflex, your fingers tangled with his like neither of you realize you’re doing it.

katsuki’s eyes are closed, head tipped back against the cushions.

but izuku watches as you shift, just slightly, and katsuki’s fingers twitch like they miss your touch before your hand finds his again.

like muscle memory.

like home.

and katsuki has no idea how obvious it is.

he still acts like he’s subtle. acts like he’s got it all under wraps. snaps and scowls like always, but izuku sees how he softens around the edges when you’re near. he sees how katsuki tracks the sound of your voice from across the room. he sees how katsuki smiles at you when you’re not looking.

not smirks. not scoffs.

smiles.

the real kind. the warm kind. the kind izuku didn’t know katsuki even had until you brought it out of him.

and now, even a decade later, izuku watches the two of you interact with fond eyes.

"yep," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

masaru knows before katsuki knows too, but there's no surprise there.

what is a bit of a surprise is just how much he knows.

masaru's always been the odd one out in his family. his wife and son are two peas in a pod, after all. explosive, angry, but caring underneath everything. on the other hand, he's quiet, gentle, and very carefully observant. he watches you two interact over the years with more insight than he lets on. he and katsuki don't talk much, but he is his son, and he is the carbon copy of the woman he loves and knows best. katsuki's never talked about his feelings or anything with his dad before, but masaru knows.

he knows when he sees the way you diffuse katsuki's explosiveness, turning him from a bomb seconds away from detonating into a grumbly, blushing mess.

he knows when he sees that his fridge and cabinets are stocked with foods that no one in the bakugo family buys or likes, and he realizes that they're your favorites. and that katsuki must've bought them.

he knows when he sort of sees himself and mitsuki in you and katsuki, and everyone knows how well they've worked out.

-

"jeez, katsuki really should just hurry up and confess to y/n already! i don't know what he's waiting for!" mitsuki huffs one evening when they're chilling on their bed together.

masaru breaks his attention from his book to give her the acknowledgement to keep talking.

"like, seriously! i mean, they've been in love since before katsuki even formed his quirk. the boy shared his sandwiches with her before he could even pronounce the word right!"

"you're right."

"aren't i?! and y/n is such a sweet girl. if katsuki doesn't get his act together soon, someone else will take away my sweet y/n-chan! and you know what? i wouldn't even be mad with them. it'd be katsuki's fault for letting her slip through his fingers."

"mhm,"

"and do you see how good she is with him? she always balances him out and brings out his nicest qualities. qualities that i forget he has until she comes around. she's honestly probably too good for him, but im too attached to her to let go. plus, she somehow loves our boy to bits, too. theyre like yin and yang. sun and moon."

masaru smiles softly. "they kind of remind you of us, don't they?"

mitsuki looks a little surprised at the new insight before smiling softly as well. "you're right."

she slides closer. "and you and i are a pretty damn great couple."

"we sure are."

masaru sleeps that night holding the woman he loves, and he suspects his son is doing the same.

1a knows within just a week or two of watching the two of you interact.

kirishima notices first, having spent the most time with katsuki. it was an evening study session with the three of you. kirishima finds it kind of odd seeing how it took tons of effort for katsuki to let him in but you just showed up and katsuki opened the door for you.

he shakes it off, knowing katsuki can be kind of weird sometimes.

the sheer difference in treatment was ground-shaking. kirishima thought that out of everyone, he was the closest to katsuki. he was the nicest to him.

boy, was he wrong.

while katsuki would beat kirishima up for getting a problem wrong and threaten to blow him up, he would gently teach you in the softest of tones, giving you a "reluctant" (he wanted it so bad) hug when you got frustrated with yourself.

kirishima just sat there, blinking, pen halfway to paper. like, sure, he knew that his explosive friend had a heart. somewhere. deep down. probably in the fiery depths of hell. but this?

this was a fully tamed beast. a completely different person.

“you’re doin' fine,” katsuki muttered lowly, tugging your worksheet towards himself and redrawing the problem. “look. see? you almost had it.”

you stared at the page, chewing your lip, frustration written all over your face. katsuki barely hesitated before reaching out and flicking your forehead gently.

“oi. don’t get all weird about it. you've got it.”

“you’re weird,” you mumbled back.

“yeah, and you’re dumb. now shut up and do it again.”

but he sat a little closer.

and he pointed out each part of the equation with his arm against yours, like he couldn’t help it. like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

by the time you finished the question right, katsuki grunted and muttered with a slight smile, “told you. that's my girl.”

you beamed up at him, bright and sunny like he hung the goddamn stars.

he immediately turned away like you’d set him on fire.

holy shit, kirishima thought to himself. he's in love. he's totally in love with her.

-

it wasn't long before the entire class caught on.

you’d show up late to class and katsuki was already moving stuff out of the seat he'd saved for you.

you’d get paired with someone else in group activities and katsuki would mutter the whole time, arms crossed, blowing tiny explosions in his palm like he was restraining himself from starting a war.

you’d laugh at something dumb that kaminari said and katsuki would visibly pout for the next twenty minutes.

every time he held the door open for you, took your plate at dinner, passed you notes during lectures, stared at you during hero strategy lessons like you were an addictive substance he didn't know how to breathe without. everybody knew.

i mean, how could you not? everything about him literally visibly softened when you were in the room. you'd be a fool not to notice how he only ever raised his voice to protect you, never to push you away. how he sat with his arm around the back of your seat every time you watched a movie together. how he never, ever flinched away from your touch, even though he did with everyone else.

iida and ochaco and all of them had sort of learned to steer clear of the two of you when you were alone, courtesy of katsuki's guard dog glare. todoroki and yaoyorozu would conveniently need to share a book and weren't able to sit next to you on the couch when he was walking up, much to katsuki's grunt of approval as he slid in next to you.

of course, some were not as wise, such as the bakusquad, who would poke fun of him every now and then. call him a loverboy and tease him about being soft, shoving pictures they'd taken of a sleeping you cuddled up on him in his face.

but at the end of the day, they know it's not just some silly crush that they can lord over his head. it's love. actual, genuine love that sometimes feels too pure to make fun of. something so precious and real that they feel like they should lay off and give you two some space.

whenever they see you two acting all soft and like an old married couple, their expressions are less mischievous, as if they're thinking about doing something really dumb and embarrassing, but more fond and soft, looking at something so sweet and genuine that they can't help but smile.

you were probably the last to catch on.

it's just that katsuki is so katsuki. he's your best friend. has been for as long as you can remember. of course you love him, but you've been loving him for so long it feels as natural as breathing. it's not some huge revelation or big deal. it barely registers as abnormal because it doesn't feel like one of those exhilarating whirlwind romances you see on tv. it just feels normal. because to you, it is.

you've always fallen asleep on katsuki. always hung out with him one-on-one. always shared snacks. always slept over. always jumped for him knowing he'd catch you.

it’s just… him. it’s always been him.

it doesn’t hit you all at once. it’s quieter than that.

it’s in the little things. like how you don’t even knock before going into katsuki’s room anymore. it’s your second home. your charger is plugged in on your side of the bed and you've got a spare set of your uniform in your own drawer.

it’s how you always end up pressed against him on the couch. you never sit down with that intention, but it always happens. at some point, you'll crawl over or he'll pull you into his lap. it just feels right.

it’s how he notices things. you texted him some dumb video at 3am, so he wordlessly shoved your favorite energy drink into your hand the next morning because he knew you'd be sleepy. your shoelace comes undone and somehow he’s crouching down to tie it before you even register he noticed. you mention craving something salty and there's a nameless bag of your favorite chips on your desk by the next period.

and the weird thing is that he doesn’t do that with other people. you’ve watched. he’s snappy and blunt and downright rude to anyone else who tries to get too close. but with you? he's your "soft sweet little katsuki." (said with his face in your hands as you laugh and tease him. his cheeks are red and he won't meet your eyes but he doesn't dare move.)

the realization doesn’t slam into you. you don't feel the love pulsing through you as he kisses you passionately in the rain. you don't gasp and cry when he surprises you with a giant flower arc and a michelin star dinner.

it leaks in through cracks in moments. when you’re laughing so hard at something snarky and witty he said that your stomach hurts and he’s looking at you like you’ve just hung the moon. when he shoves your head gently away, grumbling “dumbass” because you called him a teasingly affectionate nickname, but you can feel how he leans right back a second later, hand coming around to rest at your waist. when he catches you dozing off during study sessions and just keeps reading aloud, voice lower, steadier, like he wants to coax you to sleep.

you don’t think, oh my god, i love him. not right away.

it’s more like: oh, i’ll text him first. oh, i’ll stay a little longer. oh, i’ll bring his favorite snacks with me when i go over. oh, i don’t ever want to leave.

and then, somewhere in between his hand brushing yours absentmindedly and you feeling safer with him than you’ve felt anywhere else in your entire life, you realize you’re already gone. you’re already his.

there isn’t a single “moment.” it’s all the moments, stacked and layered and wrapped around you until you’re here. on his bed, in his hoodie, atop his chest, watching him grumble and rant about how stupid kaminari was in training today, and all you can think of is,

god, i’m in love with him.

and based on the way his hand is curling tighter around your waist, sneaking under your hoodie to rub circles on your bare skin, you think he's in love with you too.

masterlist reblogs + comments are super duper appreciated!

[folklorefantasies14]

so freaking adorable i will always love the childhood friends to lover trope

[avahkadoo]

THE CO-CAPTAIN THAT NOBODY INVITED

[that-house]

[beholdthevilulf]

Haibara cuddling head canons

This is mini, but I kinda like how it turned out

When you first suggest it, he’s over the MOON.

The whole time you’re in bed together, he’s just so happy he can’t stop giggling, like a cat choose to sit on his lap and he can’t help but almost bounce off the walls with excitement.

Eventually you have to resort to putting a sleeping mask over his eyes, you got worried they might dry out with how long he was staring at you.

He got even happier when he woke up and realized it wasn’t just a dream.

He’ll never tell you this, but he was silently screaming at your sleeping face. Cuteness aggression was getting to him.

Now a few years have passed, and you assumed he’s no longer that giddy whenever you guys cuddle (basically on a daily basis).

If you managed to stay up a bit longer, you’d realize just how wrong you are.

Haibara waited with opening his eyes till he heard your breath even, only then did he have the guts to open his eyes. You scolded him before, about how important sleep was, how he needed to rest his eyes blah blah blah.

He was certain that anyone who got to see what he saw wouldn’t wanna sleep either, what made him even happier, is that no one else got to see what he saw. Your face smooshed against the pillow, hair already a mess despite it only having been a few minutes, the best part might just be how peaceful you look. Anyone who got to see you this well rested should consider themselves blessed, he does at least.

He could stare at you for hours, honestly he doesn’t know what he did to be this deserving, but he’ll never complain about anything again. Well aware you’ll scold him again in the morning, he still couldn’t bring himself to close his, it’s so worth it.

“You’re tired again? Baby what are you doing at night to leave you this restless?” He stood there laughing awkwardly scratching the back off his neck, “really it’s nothing to worry about, I swear im fine…” he loves how you look when you’re at peace, but please don’t make him choose between that or the face you make when you’re angry, he really can’t.

“We as sorcerers need rest, you know this as well as everyone else! I’m not trying to be mean, but I’m really concerned.” “You know what, I think holding you really helps bring my mind at peace, maybe we could cuddle again tonight?”

“Are you sure that’s not what’s ruining your sleep? It feels like I’m the problem here…” “no TRUST ME you’re exactly what I need.”

Well, not like you can say no to that smile, can you?

Author notes;

This turned into a mini fic, but I’m not complaining, had to show haibara some love.

[rainytearsav]

>> ⋆˙⟡ mha characters react to you accidentally sending a naked picture of yourself 3/3

notes: this is the last part, i kinda really enjoy making these, if anyone has any other fandoms i could make these about let me know! (check my pinned post to see what fandoms i know)!

warnings: sexual themes, flirting, pet names, fem reader and some of my own head cannons mentioned!

touya todoroki:

tomura shigaraki:

[liaaloops]

MHA CHARACTERS W/ A PORN ADDICTION

notes: trying to force myself to write smut but alol i can thing about is angst

Todoroki Shouto watches porn the way other people watch weather reports—mechanical, detached, cataloging the ways bodies can burn without ever touching. He has playlists organized by temperature. Ice play. Fire play. The ones where actors scream like they're being murdered and he turns the volume down because it sounds too much like home. He tells himself it's about control, about seeing something he can start and stop with a click, unlike the frost that lives in his bones or the anger his father planted there. But it's 3 AM and he's watching the same clip for the seventh time, not touching himself, just staring at the way the actress's eyes go blank in the middle of the frame, and he thinks: there. That's the place I want to be. Nowhere.

Bakugou Katsuki doesn't watch porn—he consumes it. Aggressively. Competitively. His search history is a battlefield of tags he won't admit to in daylight: rough, forced, crying, ruined. He jerks off like it's training, like if he doesn't come hard enough or fast enough or right he's failing some invisible metric. The only time his brain shuts up is when he's watching someone else get taken apart, piece by piece, until they're nothing but need and saliva and the wet sounds of being used. He hates how much he needs it. Hates that he bookmarks the ones where the bottom looks broken afterward, stares at the screen with his hand still around himself, thinking about Deku's face when they were kids—I'm sorry, Kacchan—and comes so hard his vision whites out. Then he deletes his history and screams at his reflection until his throat bleeds.

Shinsou Hitoshi found porn at twelve because he was tired of being invisible and the people in the videos looked at the camera like they saw him. Now his laptop is full of POV shots, first-person perspectives, you and your and look at me while I— He doesn't want to touch anyone. He wants to be witnessed. His favorites are the amateur ones, the ones that feel accidental, where someone forgot to turn off the camera and you can see the real thing underneath the performance. He collects them like evidence. See? People are like this when no one's watching. Desperate. Animal. Just like me. He tells himself he's studying human behavior for his quirk, for the day he'll make villains kneel with a word, but really he's just lonely in a way that porn can't fix but can numb for twenty-three minutes at a time.

Dabi Touya, whatever, names don't matter when you're ash—uses porn to feel something, anything, the way other people use pain. His skin is scar tissue and regret so he seeks out the roughest stuff, the kind that would make most people flinch. Blood. Choking. The moment where someone realizes they can't breathe and the panic sets in. He watches it with the sound off, blue flames flickering across his palms, thinking about how his own lungs used to burn, how his father used to look at him like he was already dead. The girls in the videos never look dead enough. He keeps searching. Keeps clicking. Keeps his hand steady even when the rest of him is shaking apart.

Hawks Keigo, only Keigo when he's alone—has a subscription to seventeen different sites and he doesn't pay for any of them with his own money. Burner accounts. Shell companies. The Commission taught him how to hide everything, so he hides this: the hours he spends watching things he shouldn't want, the way his wings tremble when he sees someone held down by wrists or feathers or both. He's supposed to be the symbol of hope, the pretty bird, and here he is at 4 AM with his wings spread wide, watching degradation like it's a mirror, thinking about Endeavor's hand on his shoulder and how easy it would be to just—stop. To fall. To let someone else hold the weight. He comes with his teeth gritted, wings snapping shut, and he's already searching for the next video before the afterglow fades.

[nottellingofname]

Dec 22 - Coworker!Haibara ₊˚⊹❄

Holy Nights

Coworker!Haibara who couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle that was Nanami, your mutual boss, stumbling into the company dinner party with his shirt collar askew and his neck adorned with an unmistakable constellation of fresh hickeys.

His normally composed demeanor had fractured, replaced by a flushed face and lips smudged with what was clearly someone else's lipstick. Haibara's mouth fell open in pure, unfiltered shock, his slim fingers tightening around his champagne flute until his knuckles went white.

Coworker!Haibara who nudged your side with a sharp elbow, his voice dropping to a scandalized whisper. "Holy shit, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" His eyes were wide, almost comically so, as he tracked Nanami's unsteady path through the crowd of colleagues. "Mr. Perfect-and-Professional looks like he just crawled out of someone's bed."

Coworker!Haibara who abandoned all pretense of social grace, setting his drink down with such force that the champagne sloshed over the rim, before making a beeline for Nanami.

You watched as he intercepted your boss, grabbing him by the elbow and pulling him aside with a mixture of disbelief and giddy excitement dancing across his boyish features.

"What the hell happened to you?" Haibara demanded, not bothering to keep his voice down as he gestured wildly at Nanami's neck. "You look like you got mauled by a lipstick-wearing vampire."

Nanami winced, one hand rising to tug ineffectually at his collar. His eyes darted around the room before landing briefly on you, then immediately skittering away. The flush on his face deepened to a crimson that rivaled the marks on his skin.

Coworker!Haibara who wouldn't relent, circling Nanami like a shark that had scented blood in the water. "Who was it? Someone from accounting? That new girl from marketing?" He leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of theatrical shock. "Please tell me it wasn't Tengen from HR. She's old enough to be your mother."

Nanami cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "It's not—I didn't—" He stuttered, uncharacteristically flustered. His eyes flicked to you again, lingering for just a heartbeat too long before he looked away, the tip of his ears burning red.

Coworker!Haibara who suddenly froze, his gaze bouncing between you and Nanami with dawning comprehension. "No way," he breathed, his voice dropping to a genuine whisper for the first time. "You and—" He didn't finish the sentence, but his widening eyes said everything.

"It's not what you think," Nanami hissed, gripping Haibara's arm with urgency. "And for god's sake, keep your voice down."

Coworker!Haibara who looked like Christmas had come early, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he prodded Nanami's chest with one slender finger. "Oh, it's exactly what I think. Look at you! You can barely meet her eyes!"

Nanami muttered something under his breath that might have been a curse, then looked past Haibara to where a senior executive was waving him over. "I have to go," he said, seizing the escape opportunity with visible relief. "This conversation never happened."

Coworker!Haibara who watched Nanami flee with undisguised amusement, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted to one side. "Coward," he called after him, but there was no real heat in it—just the friendly mockery of someone who'd stumbled upon prime blackmail material.

With Nanami gone, Haibara turned back to you, practically bounding across the room to drop onto the chair beside yours. His knee bumped against yours as he leaned in, conspiratorial and giddy.

"Can you believe that?" he asked, voice pitched low but vibrating with excitement. "Mr. I-Never-Mix-Business-And-Pleasure himself, showing up like he just crawled out of a college hookup. And with—" He cut himself off, eyeing you with sudden speculation that made something warm curl in the pit of your stomach.

Coworker!Haibara who seemed to deflate suddenly, the mischievous light in his eyes dimming as he slumped back in his chair. "Meanwhile, here I am, twenty-six years old and I've never even..." He trailed off, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with embarrassment.

"Never even what?" you prompted, though you had a pretty good idea where this was going.

Coworker!Haibara who couldn't meet your eyes now, staring intently at the condensation beading on his fresh glass of champagne. "I've never been with anyone," he confessed, voice so low you had to lean in to catch it. "Not like that. Not... intimately."

The admission hung between you, fragile and unexpected. Haibara laughed, the sound forced and brittle. "Pathetic, right? Everyone's out there having these wild experiences, and I'm still..." He gestured vaguely at himself, at his untouched body.

Coworker!Haibara who had always struck you as quietly confident, with his perfectly pressed shirts and gentle smile. Now he looked smaller somehow, vulnerable in a way that made your fingers itch to touch him, to soothe the self-consciousness radiating from him in palpable waves.

"I just feel so left behind, you know?" he continued, running a hand through his carefully styled hair, mussing it in a way that made him look younger, softer. "Like everyone's in on this secret that I never figured out. Even Nanami, who used to be just as hopeless as me..." He cast a glance across the room to where your boss was now chatting with executives, all evidence of his earlier discomfort hidden behind a professional mask.

Coworker!Haibara who turned to you then, his eyes wide and searching, unaware of how the dim lighting caught on his lashes or how the nervous dart of his tongue across his lower lip made something predatory uncurl inside you.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you," you assured him, letting your hand fall casually onto his knee, feeling the slight jump of muscle under your palm. "Some people just need the right... teacher."

Coworker!Haibara who didn't move away from your touch, his breath catching audibly as your fingers gave a gentle, deliberate squeeze. His eyes widened, a question forming in them that he couldn't quite bring himself to ask.

And you, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously, began to plan exactly how you would answer that unspoken question before the night was through.

Coworker!Haibara who watched with growing concern as you reached for your fourth glass of champagne, your movements becoming increasingly exaggerated with each passing minute.

Your laughter grew louder, your gestures wider, your body leaning into his with a familiarity that made his breath catch in his throat. He didn't know this was all an act—that behind your fluttering eyelashes and slurred words lurked a perfectly sober mind, calculating each step of your carefully orchestrated seduction.

"Maybe you should slow down," he suggested, his fingers brushing against yours as he gently tried to redirect your hand away from the champagne flute. The innocent touch sent an electric current through your skin, and you let your fingers linger against his longer than necessary.

Coworker!Haibara who flinched slightly when you let your head drop onto his shoulder, your hair tickling the exposed skin of his neck.

"I'm fiiine," you insisted, drawing out the word in a sing-song voice that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Just having fun. Don't you ever have fun, Yu?"

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes darting nervously around the room as if seeking rescue from colleagues who were now too occupied with their own drunken conversations to notice your display. "Of course I do," he replied, voice tight with tension. "But there's fun, and then there's—"

You cut him off by pressing a finger against his lips, feeling the soft give of them beneath your touch. "Shhh," you whispered, leaning in close enough that he could feel your breath against his ear. "You worry too much."

Coworker!Haibara who went utterly still at the contact, his breathing shallow and quick. You could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. When you swayed dramatically in your seat, he instinctively reached out to steady you, his hands finding your waist in a grip that was both cautious and firm.

"I think you need some air," he said, his voice dropping to a concerned murmur. "Or maybe you should head home. It's getting late."

You blinked up at him with exaggerated confusion, as if the concept of time had become entirely foreign to you. "Home? But I don't wanna go alone," you pouted, letting your bottom lip jut out in a way that drew his gaze downward, his eyes lingering for a heartbeat too long before snapping back up to meet yours.

Coworker!Haibara who hesitated, clearly torn between professional distance and genuine concern. "I could... call you a cab?" he offered weakly, but you could see the indecision written across his features, the way his eyes kept drifting to your lips, your neck, the curve of your shoulder exposed by your deliberately disheveled clothing.

"Or you could walk me," you suggested, leaning in until your chest brushed against his arm. "It's such a nice night. And I'd feel safer with you."

That did it—the appeal to his protective instincts coupled with the subtle pressure of your body against his. You watched the last of his resistance crumble as he nodded, rising from his chair with a determination that made something predatory unfurl in the pit of your stomach.

"Okay," he agreed, offering his hand to help you up. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

Coworker!Haibara who made your excuses to the remaining colleagues, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he guided you toward the exit. You played your part perfectly, stumbling just enough to justify the way you pressed your body against his, your hand occasionally slipping to brush against his hip, his thigh.

The cool night air hit your skin as you stepped outside, and you allowed yourself to straighten slightly, as if the temperature was clearing your head. Haibara didn't remove his arm from your waist, though, and you made no move to increase the distance between your bodies as you began walking.

"Better?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, his voice soft in the quiet street.

You nodded, letting your steps grow more confident. "Much," you admitted. "Sorry about that. I guess I got carried away."

Coworker!Haibara who relaxed slightly as you appeared to sober up, though his hand remained at your waist, a warm, steady presence that anchored you to him. "It happens," he said with a gentle smile that made him look younger, more vulnerable. "Though I've never seen you like that before."

"Maybe I wanted your attention," you suggested, your tone walking the line between teasing and sincere.

His step faltered, just for a moment, before he regained his rhythm. "You've always had my attention," he admitted, the words coming out in a rush, as if he hadn't meant to say them aloud.

The confession hung between you, fragile and unexpected. You seized the opening, your earlier act abandoned entirely now. "Is that why you've never been with anyone? You've been paying attention to the wrong people?"

Coworker!Haibara who nearly stumbled at the directness of your question. "That's not—I mean—" He paused, seeming to gather himself. "It's not that simple."

"Then explain it to me," you prompted, your voice gentle but insistent. "Why has no one gotten to experience all of..." You gestured vaguely at his body, letting your eyes trail deliberately from his face down to his chest, his narrow hips, his long legs. "...this?"

His cheeks flushed pink, visible even in the dim streetlight. "I just... never found the right moment. Or the right person." He laughed, the sound self-conscious and brittle. "And after a while, it became this big thing. The longer I waited, the more it felt like I needed to wait for something perfect."

Coworker!Haibara who couldn't quite meet your eyes now, his gaze fixed on the sidewalk ahead. "I know it's pathetic. A grown man who's never even—" He cut himself off with a frustrated exhale. "I told myself it was because I was focused on my career, but honestly? I think I'm just scared."

"Scared of what?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper that matched the intimacy of his confession.

"Of being bad at it," he admitted, the words barely audible. "Of disappointing someone. Of not knowing what to do or how to make someone feel good."

You stopped walking then, turning to face him fully. His hand slipped from your waist as you moved, and he looked almost bereft at the loss of contact, his fingers curling into his palm as if trying to preserve the warmth of your body.

Coworker!Haibara who stood utterly still as you reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering against his skin. "You know," you said, your voice low and deliberate, "some things you can only learn by doing."

His breath hitched, eyes widening as he processed your words, the implication behind them. "What are you saying?" he asked, voice cracking slightly on the question.

"I'm saying," you continued, stepping closer until your chest brushed against his, "that everyone needs practice. And a good teacher." You let your hand trail down from his face to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. "I could be that for you."

Coworker!Haibara who looked at you with a mixture of disbelief, hope, and naked want that made your skin tingle with anticipation. "You would... with me?" he asked, as if the concept was too foreign to fully comprehend.

"I've thought about it," you confessed, the admission heavy with intent. "More than you know."

His lips parted, but no words came out, his brain seemingly short-circuiting at your proposal. You could see the war playing out behind his eyes—caution versus desire, fear versus desperate wanting.

"What do you say, Yu?" you pressed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Do you want me to teach you?"

Coworker!Haibara who looked like he might faint when you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the hotel where the company had booked rooms for employees who didn't want to commute home after the dinner party.

His palm was sweating against yours, his steps hesitant yet eager as you led him through the lobby with purposeful strides. The elevator ride up was silent, charged with a crackling tension that made the small space feel electric, his breathing shallow and quick beside you as he stared resolutely at the climbing floor numbers.

"Is this really happening?" he whispered, more to himself than to you, as you slid the keycard into the door of your assigned room. The lock blinked green, and you pulled him inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click that sounded impossibly final in the quiet space.

Coworker!Haibara who stood frozen just inside the entrance, his eyes darting nervously from the neatly made king-sized bed to your face and back again. You could see his throat work as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing beneath the smooth skin of his neck. His tie was slightly askew, the top button of his shirt already undone from earlier in the evening, and you found yourself transfixed by that small patch of exposed skin.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you assured him, though you had no intention of letting him leave this room untouched. You kicked off your shoes and moved toward the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress and patting the space beside you. "Come here. Let's just talk."

He approached cautiously, like you might change your mind or vanish if he moved too quickly. The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat, leaving a careful few inches between your bodies that you immediately closed by shifting closer.

"What kind of porn do you like to watch?" you asked, the directness of the question making his eyes go wide with shock.

Coworker!Haibara who looked like he'd just been struck by lightning, his mouth opening and closing several times before any sound emerged. "I—what? I don't—" he stammered, a crimson flush spreading rapidly from his cheeks down his neck, disappearing beneath his collar.

"Everyone watches porn," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. "I'm just curious what you're into. What turns you on?" You leaned closer, your shoulder brushing against his. "It'll help me know what you might like."

His flush deepened impossibly, the tips of his ears now matching his cheeks. "I can't just... tell you that," he protested weakly.

"Fine," you conceded, shifting tactics. "Then you don't have to tell me. You can show me."

Coworker!Haibara who inhaled sharply as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in a feather-light caress. He remained perfectly still, as if afraid any movement might break the spell. You moved slowly, deliberately, trailing soft kisses along the line of his jaw, feeling the slight rasp of stubble beneath your lips.

"You smell good," you murmured against his skin, and felt rather than heard the small whimper that escaped him. Your hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid staccato of his heart beneath your palm. "Tell me what feels good," you urged, your breath warm against his ear. "Or show me. Guide me."

His breathing stuttered when your teeth grazed his earlobe, a gentle nip that had him gasping. "I don't—I don't know how—" he began, but you cut him off with another kiss, this one at the corner of his mouth, so close to a real kiss but not quite there.

"Yes, you do," you insisted. "Your body knows what it wants. Trust it."

Coworker!Haibara who trembled as your words settled over him, a visible shiver running through his frame. Then, with a hesitation that was achingly endearing, he reached for your hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, gentle but deliberate as he guided your palm down from his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, to rest against the unmistakable hardness straining against his trousers.

"This," he whispered, the word barely audible. "I want this."

You smiled against his skin, pleased by his boldness. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Your palm pressed more firmly against his erection, and his hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more pressure. You cupped him through the fabric, feeling the impressive length and thickness of him, and were rewarded with a strangled moan that seemed torn from his throat.

Coworker!Haibara who began to rock subtly against your hand, his movements hesitant at first, then more confident as pleasure overrode his embarrassment. His breathing grew ragged, his head falling back slightly to expose the vulnerable line of his throat. You leaned in to press your lips against his pulse point, feeling the frantic beat beneath your mouth.

"Is this how you touch yourself?" you asked, your voice low and teasing as you continued to stroke him through his pants. "When you're alone in bed, thinking about what it would be like to finally be with someone?"

He nodded, seemingly beyond words now, his eyes squeezed shut as if he couldn't bear to watch what was happening. You moved your hand in slow, deliberate strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips as they rocked against you.

Coworker!Haibara who was so lost in sensation that he didn't notice when you brought your free hand to his belt, deftly unfastening it and easing down his zipper. Your lips found his at last, swallowing his gasp of surprise as you claimed his mouth in a deep, searching kiss. He responded with unexpected fervor, his inexperience evident in the slightly clumsy press of his lips, but his lips moved against yours with such hunger that his teeth knocked against yours, his hands gripping your shoulders so tightly you'd find five perfect fingerprint bruises there tomorrow.

While his attention was focused on the kiss, your fingers slipped past the barrier of his underwear, cool against the burning heat of his cock. The skin there was impossibly soft, stretched taut over rigid hardness, and already slick at the tip with evidence of his arousal.

Coworker!Haibara who jerked violently at the first direct contact, breaking the kiss with a shocked, "Oh!" His eyes flew open, meeting yours with a dazed, almost panicked expression. "Wait—I—"

But it was already too late. The sudden sensation of your cold fingertip against his sensitive head, coupled with the overwhelming reality of being touched by someone else for the first time, was too much. You felt him swell in your hand, his entire body going rigid as he came with a choked cry, hot pulses coating your fingers inside his pants.

"I'm sorry," he gasped immediately, mortification replacing pleasure on his features as he realized what had happened. "I didn't mean to—it was just—oh god."

Coworker!Haibara who looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, his face burning with humiliation as he tried to pull away from you. But you held firm, keeping your hand exactly where it was as you slowly withdrew it from his pants, your fingers glistening with his release.

"Don't apologize," you said, your voice warm with amusement and something darker, hungrier. "It's flattering."

His eyes widened in horror as you brought your hand up, deliberately maintaining eye contact as you extended your tongue to lap at the pearly fluid coating your fingers. The taste was bitter-salt, not particularly pleasant on its own, but the strangled noise Haibara made as he watched you lick his cum from your hand made it entirely worthwhile.

"What are you doing?" he choked out, his spent cock twitching valiantly at the obscene display.

Coworker!Haibara who couldn't bear to watch you licking his release from your fingers for another second. With a strangled sound that was half-groan, half-whimper, he launched himself at you, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands away from your mouth. The sudden movement caught you off guard, your back hitting the mattress as he loomed over you, his face a fascinating mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and newfound determination.

"Stop that," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "It's—it's embarrassing."

You laughed, the sound warm and throaty beneath him, your body arching slightly to press against his. "Why? It's just part of sex, Yu. Nothing to be ashamed of." You twisted your wrist in his grip, managing to drag one wet finger across his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail. "See? It's just you."

Coworker!Haibara who went completely still at the sensation, his eyes crossing slightly as he tried to focus on your finger. His tongue darted out automatically, a quick swipe across his lip that collected the trace of himself you'd left there. The taste seemed to startle him, his eyebrows shooting upward in surprise.

"Told you," you murmured, using his momentary distraction to free your hands and slide them up his arms to his shoulders. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."

He made a non-committal sound, still straddling you with his weight balanced on his knees and elbows. His hair had fallen forward, framing his face in a way that made him look younger, more vulnerable despite his dominant position. You could feel he was still half-hard against your thigh, his body already recovering from its earlier release.

"Now," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry purr that made his eyes widen. "Do you want to know how to make me feel good?"

Coworker!Haibara who nodded so eagerly it was almost comical, all traces of his earlier hesitation seemingly forgotten in the face of this new opportunity. "Yes," he breathed, the word heavy with want. "Show me."

You smiled, sliding your hands from his shoulders to take his face between your palms. "Start here," you instructed, guiding his head down toward your chest. "Use your mouth."

He followed your direction without question, pressing his lips tentatively against the exposed skin at your collarbone. When you made an encouraging sound, his kisses grew bolder, trailing along the neckline of your top.

"You can take it off," you whispered, and felt him tremble against you at the permission.

Coworker!Haibara who sat back on his heels to create space, his fingers finding the hem of your blouse with surprising steadiness. He lifted the fabric slowly, almost reverently, his breath catching audibly as each inch of skin was revealed. When the garment finally cleared your head, leaving you in just your bra, he froze, staring at your chest with such naked awe that you felt a flush of heat crawl up your neck.

"You can touch," you prompted, taking his hands and placing them on the cups of your bra. "Here, let me help." You reached behind yourself, unclasping the bra with practiced ease and letting it fall away.

Coworker!Haibara who made a sound like he'd been punched, his eyes going impossibly wide as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. "You're beautiful," he whispered, the words rough with sincerity. His hands hovered uncertainly, not quite touching. "Can I...?"

"Please," you encouraged, arching your back slightly to bring yourself closer to his hesitant fingers.

The first brush of his hands against your skin was feather-light, as if he feared you might break beneath his touch. You covered his hands with your own, pressing them more firmly against your flesh. "I won't shatter," you assured him. "Don't be afraid."

Something in him seemed to unlock at your words, a dam breaking as he finally allowed himself to explore. His palms cupped the weight of your breasts, thumbs brushing experimentally over your nipples. When you gasped at the contact, he did it again, more deliberately this time, watching your face with fascinated intensity.

"Like this?" he asked, circling the hardening buds with careful precision.

"Yes," you breathed. "And with your mouth, too."

Coworker!Haibara who needed no further invitation. He lowered his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breast before finally, tentatively taking one nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth made you arch off the bed with a sharp cry that startled him into pulling back.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, alarmed.

You shook your head, threading your fingers through his hair to guide him back. "No, it felt good. Really good."

Reassured, he returned to his exploration with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue flicking experimentally against the sensitive peak. When you moaned, he grew bolder, sucking the nipple into his mouth while his hand continued to knead your other breast.

Coworker!Haibara who became almost drunk on the sensation, alternating between your breasts with growing confidence. His earlier embarrassment seemed forgotten as he lost himself in the task, driven by the sounds of pleasure he was drawing from you. He was so focused, so intent on mapping every curve and reaction, that he didn't notice when you began to guide one of his hands lower, down the plane of your stomach to the waistband of your pants.

"Here," you murmured, pressing his palm against the heat between your thighs. "Feel what you do to me."

He stilled, lifting his head from your chest with a dazed expression. His hand remained where you'd placed it, pressing lightly against the fabric that separated him from your most intimate parts. You rolled your hips, grinding against his palm, and watched his eyes darken with renewed hunger.

"Can I...?" he started, then swallowed hard. "I mean, would it be okay if I touched you? Like you touched me?"

"I was counting on it," you replied, already working at the button of your pants. Together, you managed to shimmy them down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. His hand returned to the apex of your thighs, hovering uncertainly over the damp fabric.

Coworker!Haibara who looked up at you for permission before finally, gently, pressing his fingers against the wet spot that had formed on your panties. His eyes widened at the evidence of your arousal, a look of wonder crossing his features. "You're so wet," he breathed, the words somewhere between a question and an observation.

"Because of you," you told him, lifting your hips into his touch. "Because I want you."

He pressed more firmly, his middle finger finding the outline of your entrance through the thin cotton. "Here?" he asked, circling the spot experimentally.

You guided his hand higher. "Here too," you said, positioning his finger over your clit. "Especially here."

He nodded seriously, as if committing the location to memory, and began to rub in small circles. Even through the fabric, the pressure was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You squirmed beneath him, encouraging him with soft moans and whispered instructions.

"You can take these off too," you suggested, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. He helped you slide them down your legs, his breathing becoming shallow and quick as you were fully revealed to him.

Coworker!Haibara who stared at your exposed sex with such intensity that you might have felt self-conscious if not for the naked admiration in his gaze. He reached out slowly, sliding one finger through your folds with careful precision. When it came away glistening with your arousal, he looked at it with fascination.

Before you could suggest it, he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, his eyes closing briefly at the taste. "Oh," he said softly, sounding surprised and pleased. "You taste good."

"You can have more if you want," you offered, spreading your legs wider in invitation.

His eyes lit up with understanding and something like eagerness. "You mean... with my mouth?" he asked, already moving to position himself between your thighs. "I've always wanted to try that."

"Be my guest," you encouraged, settling back against the pillows.

Coworker!Haibara who approached the task with endearing determination, positioning himself on his stomach between your spread legs. He started with gentle kisses on your inner thighs, working his way inward with maddening slowness. When he finally reached your center, he paused, looking up at you across the plane of your body.

"Just do what feels natural," you advised, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. "I'll let you know what I like."

He nodded, then leaned in to deliver a tentative lick from your entrance up to your clit. The sensation made you gasp, your fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. Encouraged by your reaction, he did it again, more confidently this time.

"Yes," you breathed, guiding him with gentle pressure on the back of his head. "Just like that."

Coworker!Haibara who took to the task with unexpected enthusiasm, his initial hesitation giving way to genuine curiosity and desire to please. He explored you with his tongue, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan, mapping the geography of your pleasure with dedicated attention. When he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked gently, your hips bucked off the bed, a strangled cry escaping your throat.

"There," you gasped, grinding against his face. "Right there."

He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that had you seeing stars. His hands came up to grip your thighs, holding them open as he continued his sweet assault. Then, in a move that surprised you with its boldness, he slid one finger inside you while continuing to work with his tongue.

"More," you demanded, voice ragged with need. "Another finger."

He complied immediately, adding a second digit alongside the first, stretching you in a way that had you arching off the bed. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster as he felt your body responding, curling them experimentally until he found a spot that made you cry out.

"Please," you begged, not caring how needy you sounded. "I need you to fuck me now."

Coworker!Haibara who didn't seem to register your desperate plea, too lost in the heady experience of pleasuring you with his mouth and fingers.

His eyes were closed, his expression one of absolute concentration as he continued his thorough exploration, completely ignoring your increasingly urgent demands. It was as if he'd found something more fascinating than his own pleasure—the power to reduce you to a quivering, begging mess beneath his inexperienced but enthusiastic attention.

"Yuuu," you gasped, tugging at his hair to get his attention. "I said I need you to fuck me."

He hummed against your sensitive flesh, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your core, but made no move to stop what he was doing. If anything, he redoubled his efforts, sucking your clit between his lips while curling his fingers inside you with newfound precision.

Frustration and arousal warred within you. You'd intended to be the one in control, to guide him through his first time, but here he was, stubbornly focused on your pleasure to the exclusion of your direct instructions.

Coworker!Haibara who let out a startled yelp when you suddenly clamped your thighs around his head and rolled, using your body weight to flip your positions. Before he could process what was happening, you were straddling his face, your knees planted on either side of his head, your sex hovering just inches above his mouth.

"If you're going to be so greedy," you said, looking down at his wide, surprised eyes, "then let me give you what you want."

You lowered yourself onto his mouth, watching his expression shift from shock to eager hunger as you took control. His hands came up to grip your hips, not to push you away but to pull you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh with desperate intensity.

Coworker!Haibara who adapted to this new position with remarkable enthusiasm, his tongue delving deeper now that gravity was working in his favor. He angled his head to better reach you, his nose pressed against your clit as he licked into you with greedy abandon. The wet sounds of his mouth working against you filled the room, punctuated by the muffled groans vibrating from his throat into your core.

You rolled your hips, grinding down against his face, using him for your pleasure exactly as you wanted. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, palming the flesh there and spreading you wider, encouraging your movements. For someone who claimed to have never touched a woman before, he was a remarkably fast learner, already intuiting how to move with you, how to anticipate the rhythm of your body.

"That's it," you encouraged, one hand braced on the headboard for balance, the other tangled in his hair. "Just like that, fuck me with your tongue."

Coworker!Haibara who obeyed without hesitation, his tongue stiffening to thrust inside you in counterpoint to the rocking of your hips. His eyes remained open, looking up at you with an expression of such naked adoration that it almost took your breath away. His face disappeared between your thighs, only his eyes visible, locked on yours as his tongue worked. The wet shine across his parted lips caught the dim light when he tilted his head. A deep crimson bloomed across his cheekbones, spreading down his neck as his breath came in hot, irregular puffs against your sensitive skin.

When you felt the familiar tightening in your belly, the telltale trembling in your thighs that signaled an approaching climax, you forced yourself to stop. With a supreme effort of will, you lifted yourself off his face, depriving both of you of the release that had been building.

Haibara gasped as if he'd been drowning, sucking in deep breaths of air that wasn't saturated with your scent. His hair was mussed from your fingers, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes dazed as if he'd been drugged. "Why did you stop?" he whined, his voice breaking on the question. "I was—I wanted—"

"I promised you something better," you reminded him, shifting backward until you felt the hard length of his cock pressed against your ass through his pants. "Remember?"

Coworker!Haibara who went utterly still beneath you, understanding dawning in his eyes as you reached between your bodies to free him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprang up, flushed dark with renewed arousal, the tip glistening with fresh precum despite his earlier release.

"Are you sure?" he asked, the question barely audible over the sound of your combined breathing.

In answer, you positioned yourself over him, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. "Very sure," you said, maintaining eye contact as you began to sink down, taking him inside you inch by torturous inch.

The stretch of him was exquisite, your body still sensitive from his earlier attentions. You watched his face transform as you enveloped him—eyes widening, lips parting on a silent gasp, cheeks flushing with color. When you'd taken him fully, your hips flush against his, you both remained motionless for a long moment, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.

"Oh," he breathed, the word sounding like it had been punched out of him. "Oh god."

"Good?" you asked, clenching deliberately around him, gratified by the strangled moan it produced.

"I never—" He swallowed hard, his hands hovering uncertainly at your hips. "I never imagined it would feel like this."

Coworker!Haibara who couldn't seem to stop himself from moving, his hips jerking upward in small, aborted thrusts that betrayed his desperate need for friction. You took pity on him, lifting yourself up until just the head remained inside, then sliding back down in one smooth motion that had both of you gasping.

"You don't have to hold back," you told him, establishing a slow rhythm. "Show me how much you want this."

Something in your permission seemed to unlock a hidden reservoir of boldness in him. Without warning, his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, and he thrust upward to meet your downward motion. The unexpected force of it jolted a surprised cry from your throat, encouraging him further.

"Like this?" he asked, doing it again with even more intensity. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you gasped, letting him set the pace now, your body bouncing atop his with increasing speed. "Just like that."

Coworker!Haibara who transformed before your eyes from hesitant virgin to confident fucker, his initial awkwardness giving way to raw, uninhibited passion. He drove into you with a ferocity that belied his inexperience, his gaze locked on the place where your bodies joined, watching with fascination as his cock disappeared into you again and again.

His attention shifted upward to your breasts, bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Without slowing his pace, he sat up, changing the angle in a way that made you see stars. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand came up to palm the other breast, and the dual sensation had you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"You feel so good," he panted against your skin, his breath hot and damp. "So tight, so wet. Is it—am I doing it right?"

"So right," you assured him, grinding down to take him deeper. "You're goona make me cum."

The words seemed to light a fire in him. He redoubled his efforts, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit, circling it with clumsy but effective pressure. "Do it," he urged, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel it. I want to know what it's like when you cum on my cock."

Coworker!Haibara who watched in awe as his words pushed you over the edge, your body seizing around him in waves of pleasure that had you crying out his name. Your inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, pulsing around his length as you rode out your climax. The sensation proved too much for his already strained control.

"I'm—I can't—" he choked out, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you down on his cock. With a strangled cry that might have been your name, he came, his entire body going rigid beneath you as he pumped his release deep inside.

For several long moments, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing, gradually slowing as you both came down from the high. You remained joined, neither wanting to break the connection just yet. His forehead rested against your collarbone, his arms wrapped around your waist in a loose embrace.

"I'm sorry," he murmured against your skin, sounding dazed but genuinely contrite. "I shouldn't have—inside, I mean. I didn't think to ask if that was okay."

You stroked his hair, oddly touched by his concern even in the aftermath of such intensity. "It's fine," you assured him. "I'm on birth control."

Coworker!Haibara who finally looked up at you with a shy smile that seemed at odds with the man who had just fucked you with such abandon. "That was... so fun," he said, his voice tinged with wonder. "Thank you for teaching me."

When you shifted to lift yourself off him, he made a small sound of protest that quickly changed to fascination as he watched his release begin to leak from your body. His eyes darkened at the sight, something possessive and primal flashing across his features.

"That's..." he began, then swallowed hard. "That's really hot."

You laughed, surprised by his reaction. "I thought you were apologizing for that a second ago."

"I was," he admitted, his gaze still fixed on the evidence of his claim on your body. "But now that I see it..." He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "I'm not sorry at all."

Coworker!Haibara who should have been spent, should have been satisfied with the education he'd received, but his cock was already stirring again between your legs, hardening against your thigh with impressive recovery time. His hands, which had been hesitant just an hour before, now moved over your body with newfound confidence, tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver despite your recent climax.

"Can we...?" he asked, looking up at you through his lashes in a way that managed to be both innocent and filthy. "I mean, would it be okay if we did it again? There's so much more I want to learn."

You raised an eyebrow, impressed by his stamina and amused by his eagerness. "Already? I've created a monster."

He grinned, a flash of white teeth that transformed his face, making him look younger and more carefree than you'd ever seen him. "You're the one who offered to be my practice partner," he reminded you, rolling his hips in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat through your oversensitive body.

"I'm just being a diligent student."

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