Bark Like You Want It.
A/N: Finally releasing this from the drafts
Synopsis: Y/N has a habit of breadcrumbing her man. Let's see how they take the hint.
Characters: Sero, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Shoto
Sero may have gone a bit overboard. You were excited that you finally got a day off after a long two weeks of working back to back. All he remembered was you sitting pretty on the edge of the bed in a short satin dress he'd never seen before. And the rest...well, suffice it to say those memories would make it hard for him to leave you for work.
Two weeks of involuntary abstinence left you in a rough state. He'd left so many marks on you. He was lucky you were into getting bitten, otherwise he'd have to muzzle himself just to save you skin. Or he'd just be forced to have you more often. You know, just to make sure you both didn't go too long without utter satisfaction. The sight left him with an interesting dichotomy of thoughts to work with in between hero reports. On the one hand, it was a flat turn-on seeing you with his marks in every spot he could reach. But on the other hand, he knew he had to let you heal. Hell, if he wasn't careful, he'd push you tender body to the brink.
So, Sero made it point that he'd leave you alone. You'd go unscathed tonight. You deserved a moment to rest. As Sero stepped through the threshold of your shared home, he let out a deep breath and called out to let you know he was home. He smirked at your lack of response. You were probably napping. He skipped steps on the way to catch a well-deserved peak at your sleeping face. But what he saw caused a neck-breaking double take.
He pushed the door all the way open to get a full view of you on your back. Your phone hovered over your body. Those hickies led a smattering of highways leading over the curve of your shoulders, the tops of your breasts, and the sweet spots on your neck. You'd traded last night's satin dress for his black wife-beater. You made no move to flip over, simply sending him a clueless upside-down stare. You smirked and turned your attention back to your phone, giving it a few taps until Sero felt his own phone vibrate.
You glanced over at him again, only this time, Sero was in the midst of stripping. Screw it. He'd find a new place to bite you, tonight.
-
He couldn't believe it. An entire weekend had come and gone. And it was Monday morning...again. Another eight hours of his life was to be dedicated to serving his community. Kirishima didn't mind too much. For the most part, high profile cases didn't pose too much of a threat as of late, so his time was usually spent settling minor disputes and patrolling the city. He'd woken up a few seconds before his alarm, groaning from the effort of rolling over and stretching his long arm to turn it off. Only when he reached over, the smooth surface of his phone was absent.
Puzzled, he sat up on his elbows to get a look at the bedside table. His fingers were unintentionally tangled in the fabric of your panties. Odd. He looked beside him to confront you, but you weren't there. Odd. And just as he was about to consider that you were in the kitchen, he heard the shower turn on. He scrutinized the door, as if the wood would somehow give a clue as to what was going on, before he relented and made his way to you. There was no way his sleep-addled mind would keep up with whatever trap you were setting.
Kirishima he caught you bent over, and hard at work with fiddling with the faucet. The curve of your backside created a pretty heart, with your center as the forefront. So this is what you were playing at. The man wasn't going to complain with your willingness to show off. Your giggle echoed off the walls, hinting that peek wasn't all he was in for.
"You really couldn't wait until the water got warm?" you tsked, "Must've woken up before your alarm, again,"
Kirishima smirked and wordlessly held up your panties. Instead of explaining, you simply opened the door to the shower, and beckoned him to join you. His smirk deepened as he shut the door behind him. He could figure out what you wanted from here.
-
Denki removed his headphones before exiting his car and heading around back for the groceries. Shopping was a bit overwhelming for him, but he was determined to be there for you. For the both of you. And if that meant scouring the freezer aisle for enough mixed vegetables to hide the ice scream he would inevitably sneak in behind them, then so be it. As he trekked through the door with his arms filled with every bag (he doesn't believe in two trips), Denki found himself at an immediate stand still.
There you were, completely in the nude, and perched on the countertop. His jaw dropped like he had never seen it before. To be quite honest, he rarely gave you the chance to be this forward, as he typically was the one to get something started between you two. It wasn't until your head tilted in question that he realized he had to take the bait.
Denki reacted as if every neuron in his brain was firing off commands faster than his body could catch up. Within seconds, the groceries had migrated from the floor, to the sink, then finally landed on the kitchen island. He even took his keys and wallet out his pockets before he took his shirt off, which got you to giggle. His ears were bright red once he finally got close partly because he had to fight with his headphones around his neck before he succeeded in getting at least half naked for you. The newfound proximity he'd gained gave him enough clarity to land a warm kiss to your lips.
Denki pulled away, panting from his own fiasco, "Hey baby. You should've sent me a pic if you were needy."
"Oh yeah? And would you finish getting the groceries?"
He blinked, already forgetting the errand he'd just gotten back from, "The what?"
-
Shinsou flinched upon feeling your arms snake around his shoulders. He should have figured that you would be in here at some point, wanting his attention. Funnily enough, you only went to find him when he was actively doing something. When he was sleeping, you crawled right next to him under the covers. When he was watching a movie on the couch, you settled right on his lap before the beginning credits ended. And now, a mere thirty minutes into his game, you had your face snuggled in his neck.
It was a comforting notion, knowing that you weren't far behind. He reached for one of your hands to bring to his lips, then laid it on his chest. He set his thumbs back on the buttons, maneuvering his character through the picturesque terrain, mildly aware of the way your hand rubbed slow circles around his heartbeat.
Your lips pressed a cluster of kisses on his neck. Soft and intentional. He found himself straightening a bit more to keep his focus from going lazy. Your touch was hypnotic, which was great when you were cuddling. But as he was fighting for his life in a dungeon crawler, he was set with a difficult decision. Either he'd peel you off him somehow, or he would have to pause the game.
The choices argued for dominance in his head, until you provided the final push. That hand that was on his chest had slowly dragged down down down between his legs. Suddenly, his hand snatched yours, making you squeak. Before you could pull away, Shinsou brought you in for a deep kiss. And with your hand engulfed in his, it was an easy trip from his hips to his hardening groin.
He pulled away with a crooked smile.
"You had my attention, doll," His hand squeezed around yours, "Now you got my interest."
-
Shoto blinked a couple times as he stared at the screen. You had just sent him a photo of a light blue g-string with a metal butterfly at the intersection on the back. The idea was that, when worn, the piece would mimic a tramp stamp. You fidgeted uncontrollably and giddy as the bubbles at the bottom of your screen danced for a little bit before you got an answer.
Shoto: Are these yours? I don't think I seen them before.
You giggle as you send back your bait.
You: No, baby. I was just thinking of getting them.
Shoto: Okay baby. They look nice. Should I get them for you?
He straightened in his seat as he set his phone down. That last message sat there for hours. It didn't make sense. Usually when you wanted something you'd ask straight out. In fact, he didn't even have to ask you send a link to whatever store you clothing came from. You did it automatically, knowing that this was the way he wanted to provide for you. There wasn't any other logical reason for him to be making this much money if not to get you things on a whim. But there wasn't a link. You didn't ask. You didn't even answer his question.
Shoto jumped, as a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in?" he beckoned.
You stepped in with a sweet smile on your face. Shoto popped up and came around the desk to meet you, though he didn't get far. You had gracefully crossed the floor, and within seconds you were already nuzzling his neck. Shoto pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small chuckle.
"What a surprise," he crooned as he wrapped his arms around you, "Why didn't you answer my text, love? Did you get distracted?"
You pulled away slightly, "You could say that,"
Shoto's arms fell by your sides as you put a modicum of space between you. You turned and guided his hands to the hem of your shirt. His cheeks flared up. Here? Now?
"Go ahead, pull it up a little bit," you ushered.
Shoto's eyes flickered up to yours, then at his hands, then back to your eyes.
You giggle, "It's okay baby. Just peek,"
With his lip tucked in his teeth and gently rucked up the back of your shirt. A familiar metal butterfly glistened in the fluorescent lights. He paused for a second. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of your skin frying his brain, or if it was the idea that he knew exactly what you were wearing. But just to be sure, he slipped a finger under the waistband of your jeans a peaked at the light blue string running into your ass.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"How do you like it baby?"
With his hands anchored in you waistband and shirt, he guided you backwards until you were sitting in his lap. You gasped as his finger traveled deeper down the string. His head nuzzled in the corner of your shoulder.
"I love it, but I'm gonna need more than a peek,"
