imagine you pissing Tomura off by taking a ton of selfies on his phone, printing your picture, and sticking it with clear tape behind his computer on the wall. or putting your face as his phone lock screen. (the first time he saw it, he accidentally decayed his phone, so he made a new shared album across devices to keep the photo after that-)
little did you know, that was the starting point of his secret folders of you on his phone.
if he locks his phone, you can only access to his camera, so you can take a picture but can't delete it or access his gallery.
one time he forgot that his phone was still on, and you opened his gallery, seeing a lot of photos in there. but he didn't mind, because whether you deleted them or not, he still had your picture in his shared album <3
if you asked why he wouldn't delete it, he'd say it was because he was "too lazy"
also, the picture you taped on his wall or used as his lock screen is still there xx
BAKUGOU watching you from his peripheral as you finish reapplying your strawberry pink colored lip gloss. once finished, you smack your lips together with a resounding 'pop' that makes him turn to face you. feeling his eyes on you, you turn your head to meet his gaze but he isn't looking at you so much as he is staring straight at your newly pink glossed lips. bakugou loves when you wear pretty girly lip glosses that just makes your lips look so delectable.
"what is it?" you ask, bringing your hand up to the corner of your mouth. "is it on my face?"
his eyes flicker up to yours for a second before he relaxes back on your bed. "no."
you move to appear above his face. "so what's up then? why you staring, freak?"
bakugou doesn't register what you just said, too busy admiring the way you pull your lips into a glossy pout. all he can think of his how pretty the sight above him is and it takes everything in him to not pull you onto him to kiss your freshly applied lip gloss off. but he knows you hate when he does that, saying that it's a waste because you spend your money on your lip products. your words finally register and he sits up, scowling. "what'd you say, dumbass?"
you grab your gloss and wave it in front of him, smiling cheekily. "you want to try it?"
"i am not putting your lip gloss on," grunts bakugou.
"why not? it's electric bubblegum blush flavoured! and you would look so very pretty."
"that is not a flavour," he deadpans.
"sure it is, want proof?" bakugou thinks about tasting your lip gloss on his tongue and because of your teasing it's all he can think about doing. who cares if you hate when he 'wastes' your make up? he'll just buy you another one.
when you begin to unscrew your lip gloss he moves and grabs your face, suddenly pulling your lips to his. he kisses you roughly and you immediately melt into his kiss, moving your mouth against his. you feel your lip gloss rubbing off and bakugou pulls away, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
synopsis. working part-time at the local bakery was supposed to be simple: balancing high-school, late night-shifts, and keeping it all under control. but everything changes when UA student katsuki bakugou walks through the door and saves you from a villain. afterwards, he starts showing up regularly. despite being from two different worlds, you can't help but grow closer, one warm pastry at a time.
content warnings. cussing, violence.
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THE SHRILL BLARE OF THE ALARM CLOCK CUT THROUGH THE QUIET OF THE MORNING, DRAGGING Y/N OUT OF HER PEACEFUL SLEEP. She groaned softly, her hand fumbling across the bedside table until she silenced the noise. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, casting a soft light on her entire room. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another ordinary day.
Y/N led a relatively normal life in Musutafu, Japan--the heart of Japan's top hero agencies and home to the prestigious UA academy. She had grown up idolizing pro heroes for their courage and unyielding sense of justice. Like many others, she dreamed of joining their ranks one day. But her quirk lacked the flashy appeal or raw power required to pursue such a path.
Her quirk is called Serenity. When activated, she is able to emit a calming aura that soothes individuals near her. Nothing flashy or special, so at a young age, she gave up that dream of becoming a hero. Instead, she focused on living a quiet life--studying, working at the bakery, and helping her father.
After her usual morning routine, Y/N padded softly into the kitchen of the modest apartment that she shared with her father. The space was small but homey, filled with mismatched furniture, potted plants, and faint traces of her late mother's influence in the some of the decor.
Her father, a kind and gentle man who worked long hours as a trucker to make due, was still asleep in his room. She made sure to keep the TV volume low as she flipped it on for some background noise.
"...shocking news as UA High School recovers from an attack on their facility known as the USJ," the reporter announced. "A group of some attackers calling themselves the League of Villains attempted to ambush students and faculty during a training session..."
Y/N frowned as she listened to the news, her hands opening the fridge door. "UA students were attacked...?" she murmured to herself. "That's so scary."
The teenage girl returned her focus to making breakfast--something she does every morning for her and her father. As she scanned the contents of the fridge, she decided that pancakes seemed like the perfect dish to make. Cooking and baking had always brought her a sense of peace, a passion passed down from her mother.
When the pancakes were done, she plated them neatly, and sat down at the counter to eat her food. Once finished, she directed her attention to her father's still food. An idea popped into her head, one in which she went in search for a piece of paper and pen. When acquired, she leaned over the countertop and found herself scribbling a sweet note to her dad on there. Something small to brighten up his day.
Finally, she completed it with a stick-figure drawing of the two. The girl capped the pan and stood back, admiring her work. She looked up, a smile plastered on her face, and her eyes flickered to the clock.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Y/N's steps fell into a familiar rhythm as she walked to her usual seat by the window in the back of the class. She wasn't particularly the loudest, but she made sure to greet her classmates with a smile and soft hellos. She slid into her seat and prepared for class to start. The day passed by in a blur of lectures and notes, the monotony broken only by her friends lively chattering during lunch.
"Did you hear about the attack on UA's USJ?" one of them asked, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Apparently it was a group of villains! Like, actual villains!"
"I did! I heard that just a few were injured, but still, UA should really improve their security," another chimed in, shaking her head.
"All the students were first-years like us, too! Can you imagine being in the middle of that?" The first friend pressed, looking at Y/N.
Y/N hesitated, sipping her strawberry milk. "…I'm just glad everyone made it out okay."
She tuned into the conversation every now and then. UA and its students felt like a world away from their guys' mundane lives, even if they were technically their neighbors. The school was just a couple miles away. She didn't envy the UA students--she preferred her quiet life, even if it wasn't as exciting.
"I bet you would've pissed your pants!" one of her friends said, directed towards the other one.
"Hey! No I wouldn't have!"
When the final bell rang, Y/N swiftly gathered her things and waved goodbye to her friends. Her next destination was the bakery, her favorite part of the day.
The walk was pretty calm, but the bakery was even calmer. It was a cozy, unassuming place tucked away on the edge of the hill. Its walls were painted a soft cream color, and the smell of fresh bread and sugar greeted Y/N as she stepped inside.
"Hey, you're here!" Aiko, one of her coworkers, called from behind the counter. She was already tying up a box of pastries for a customer.
"Of course," Y/N replied with a soft smile, tying on her apron and pinning her long hair into a messy bun behind her head. After putting away her school bag in the back, she joined Aiko at the counter. "I'm nothing if not punctual."
Aiko turned towards the younger girl. "You're so hard-working, you know that right? I have no clue how you balance everything." She glanced at her watch. "Speaking of hard-work, it's time for me to clock out. I've got class."
Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushing at the college student's praise. "I just do what I can."
Aiko squeezed the younger girl's shoulder as she walked past her. "You got it from here!" She said, getting her bag and making her way out with a wave.
The shift started slow, with a few regulars popping in for their usual orders. Y/N kept busy tending to the customers and restocking shelves, baking pastries and doing homework when she got the chance, her movements graceful and practiced.
Around five o'clock is when the post-school rush began. Students from nearby schools crowd in, laughing and chatting as they placed their orders. Tired adults shuffled through for a quick pick-me-up.
Just as the chaos began to die down, the bell above the door jingled again. Y/N turned to see a man enter, his broad frame covered in tattoos and his face set in a deep scowl. His sharp eyes darted around the bakery, landing briefly on Y/N before he started towards the counter. Although not much crime occurred in this specific area as it was so close to an academy filled with heroes, sometimes Y/N would witness villains and their violent behaviors when walking on the streets. It was uncommon, but not rare.
"Good afternoon, sir," Y/N greeted softly, offering her usual shy smile despite the unease curling in her chest. "What can I help you with?"
The guy pointed at a few items on the shelves, which she carefully boxed and bagged.
"Would that be all for you?" She asked, the bag in hand.
He grunted. "Yeah, just hurry it up," the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. It is then than the girl noticed his sharp teeth and nails. It must be his quirk.
She placed the bag on the counter. "That'll be 400 yen."
Instead of paying, the man leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Actually, how about you just hand it over for free?"
Y/N stammered. "I'm sorry sir," she said quietly, "We don't--"
"Don't waste my time," the man growled, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. His arms unfolded, and he activated his quirk, making his claws grow larger. "Unless you want trouble, you'll hand over the money in the register too."
The younger girl's heart pounded in her chest as fear took hold. But she didn't let the situation panic her. Instead, her calm nature and quick thinking led her to activate her quirk. Her eyes shone a soft shade of blue as her serene abilities radiated outwards towards the villain.
"Are you playing games with me?" The guy angrily says, stumbling as he began to step forward.
Before she could finish using her quirk, the doorbell jingled again. Her breath hitched when she saw the figure stepping inside.
A boy, roughly her age, entered, his spiky blond hair catching the evening light. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his uniform, which Y/N instantly recognized as UA High School's. His voice, loud and dripping with arrogance cut through the tense air. "What's with all the yelling? Can't a guy grab a snack without hearing some loser whining?"
The man froze, his eyes narrowing as he got a good look at the blond haired student. Recognition flickered across his face, followed by a sneer. "Well look who it is. You're that brat, aren't you? The one who got attacked by that sludge guy?"
A look of annoyance and anger made its way across the blond's face. "Shut the hell up before I murder you!" The blond snapped, his voice cutting through the bakery, which by now was empty, besides the three of them--everyone else had fled in fear.
Y/N's eyes darted between the two, confusion and tension mounting. She had no idea what the man was talking about, but the boy's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously. Even though he wore the uniform from UA, Y/N got fearful that he, too, was a villain in disguise, based on his attitude.
"Don't get cocky, kid," the villain said, as he cracked his knuckles. He noticed the uniform. "You might go to a hero school, but you're just a kid with a big mouth."
The cocky young boy scoffed, his hand crackling with small explosions. "You think you're better than me? I'll fucking show you!"
Before the man could react, the blond launched forward, an explosion erupting from his palm towards the villain'. Y/N gasped, ducking behind the counter as the man stumbled back, clutching at his stomach.
"You little--!" The villain snarled, with a cough. He lunged towards the UA student with his claws outspread. But the younger boy was faster.
Another blast sent the man crashing into the display case of pastries, scattering crumbs and frosting everywhere. Y/N shielded her face from the blow. The villain groaned, struggling to stand, but the blond grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up, a fierce look painted across his face.
"Get lost, scumbag. Unless you want me to finish this." The crimson-eyed boy barked, sparks forming in his free hand.
The man glared at him, but the sound of distant sirens made him hesitate. One of the customers must've called the police. With a final grunt, he yanked himself free and bolted out the door.
Y/N emerged cautiously, surveying the damage with wide eyes. "What just happened?" She managed out, still in some shock at what she just witnessed.
"Tch. What a waste of time." The boy mumbled to himself, brushing the crumbs off of his uniform. He turned to her, his eyes flickering to her name tag. Y/N. "Hey. You work here?" He grumbled.
"Y-yeah, I do." she stammered.
"Give me a strawberry tart."
Despite the chaos that just ensued, he was asking for a pastry, and she couldn't help but smile or refuse the guy who saved her, even though he made a huge mess in doing so. "Sure," she chuckled. "It's on the house."
"Whatever," he said, looking around, taking in the state of the bakery. "Clean this place up before your boss yells at you or something."
"Yeah, I will." She sighed as she worked on his tart. "Looks like I got my work cut out for me."
The spiky-haired boy stood silently, his foot tapping impatiently. He glanced around the bakery, looking at all the decorations. He finally turned towards the girl and watched as she prepared the tart. He couldn't help but stare at the way her hair had been perfectly messed up, the blue of her eyes, and the flour and frosting that dusted her cheeks.
"Okay. Here you go." Y/N said, handing the pastry to him.
He grabbed the boxed tart from her hands, their fingers briefly brushing. She looked up at him, a shy smile on her face. He scoffed and turned around, heading towards the door.
"Wait," Y/N said, "What's your name?"
He paused by the door. "Bakugou."
She softly smiled. "Thanks, Bakugou."
He scoffed and left, the box in hand.
Y/N exhaled deeply, looking around at the wreckage as the fiery boy left the bakery. Little did she know, her mundane life was about to get so much more interesting.
author’s notes. thank u for reading <33 first chapter! i'm so excited!! this is my first time writing anything on this platform, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. any support is appreciated!
The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk where you sat, absorbed in your studies. Exams were coming soon and to be honest, everyone was scared about them. As you flipped through the pages of your textbook, trying to focus on the equations in front of you, a soft knock on the door interrupted your concentration.
"Come in," you called out, expecting one of your roommates.
The door creaked open, and you looked up to see Todoroki standing there, his dual-colored hair falling gently over his forehead. His expression was unreadable as usual, but there was something in his eyes, a glint of uncertainty perhaps.
"Hey, Todoroki. What's up?" you greeted him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Um, I was wondering if you're free later," he said, his voice slightly hesitant as if he wasn't sure as to what he was saying.
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. "Sure, I don't have any plans. Why, what's going on?"
He shifted on his feet, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I was thinking... maybe we could go grab some coffee together?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. To be honest, You had a small huge crush on him for a while. Momo and Ochaco had just laughed saying that it was practically impossible that Shoto would ever like you back. Todoroki rarely initiated outings, especially not something as casual as getting coffee. "That.. That sounds great. I'd love to," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check and not accidently squeal in front of him and do your happy dance.
As you walked to the nearby café, the air between you was charged with a strange tension. Todoroki seemed lost in thought, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important he wanted to discuss.
When you reached the café, you ordered your drinks and found a quiet corner to sit. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, but the silence between you felt heavy.
Finally, Todoroki cleared his throat, breaking the quietude. "I... I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his gaze fixed on his cup of coffee.
You nodded encouragingly, giving him the space to speak.
"It's... It's about... us," he said, his words hesitant but filled with determination.
Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. But.. there was no way. THE Shoto Todoroki who was always so clueless about normal teenager things would never.
"Us?" you echoed, trying to hide the hopeful tone in your voice.
Todoroki took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze meeting yours. "I... I've realized that... I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Your cheeks practically turned as red as a tomato and you couldn't help but let out a huge shout. "WHAT?!"
Todoroki flinched a bit at it. "D-Did I say something wrong...?" He looked at you awkwardly and you practically gave yourself a hard mental slap. Greaaatt y/n. Great job on fucking embarrassing yourself in front of the man you liked.
"Wait- nononono No! Y-You spoke great! Wait I mean no! I care about you so much too Todoroki!" You gave yourself another mental slap, thinking about how dumb and childish that must've sounded. You coughed as if to clear your throat and made your pathetic attempt to sound professional. "I-I mean I care about you too."
His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved how cute you looked all flustered and struggling to talk. "I'm glad," he murmured, his eyes holding yours in a tender gaze.
As you sat there, lost in each other's eyes, you realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
Im trying to motivate myself to write something and finally start this blog! So send in MHA fanfic requests!!!! as detailed or undetailed as you want! :]]
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️
+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.
++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.
you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.
you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.
you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.
“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.
you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”
“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.
“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.
your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.
“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”
your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”
kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.
“n-no…?” he hiccups.
“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”
the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.
this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.
“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“mmph~!”
kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?
“glurk glurk.”
now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…
“ah~…”
one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—
“cooock~!”
trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.
hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.
you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.
but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.
like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.
his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.
“oh shit…” he whimpers.
you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?
your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.
you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.
this would be an afternoon to regret.
your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.
you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.
your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.
with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.
“s-so full!”
“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”
heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).
but one thing he does know,
is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.
A self indulgent fic cuz im feeling tired from my school works. I wrote this after doing an essay so im too lazy to proofread. Also i think hawks is kinda ooc? Anyway i hope you like it <33
Word count: 334 | Pairing: Hawks x gn!reader | Warnings: none | Genre: comfort
To: Hawks <3
I wish i could hug you rn
You were feeling burnt out from all the works that piled up through the week. It wasn't like you let them piled up on purpose, you were sick. You still have a couple more to do but you're just exhausted, hunched on the table, scrap papers everywhere, a pen on the floor that rolled off the table that you didn't bother picking up. You wanted to scroll through social media or watch your comfort show, but doing so makes you feel unproductive. You aren't doing anything right now aside from staring into space but still. You decided to take a nap instead, hoping you to sleep off what you're feeling and hopefully wake up motivated and ready to finish what's left, but before you could climb on your bed you heard soft knock coming from the glass door of your balcony. It was Hawks, wings spread and a soft smile on his face. He loved how your eyes lit up the moment you laid your eyes on him. You slid the door open and engulfed him with a hug. Your face burried on his chest while he returns the hug with his wings and with his hands rubbing soft circles on your back.
"Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?" You could feel how his chest vibrated while he chuckle.
"I am, but how could I ignore you when you sent me a sweet message like that?" You hugged him tighter, ears pressed on his chest, letting his heartbeat calm you down.
"You okay?" He asked, breaking the hug for a moment to see your face.
"Just need to nap. I'm okay now." You gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded.
"I need to go back patroling but I'll make sure to come how early with your favorite food." With one last a hug and a kiss in the forehead he left you feeling better than what you were feeling five seconds ago.
