bakugo katsuki explodes when he finds one tiny mark on his neck. “oi, dumbass! now everyone’s gonna think i’m whipped!” (spoiler: he is). meanwhile your body looks like a damn battlefield. neck, chest, thighs, everywhere. he bites like he’s starving but gods forbid you leave one little bruise on him.
midoriya izuku is the softest hypocrite. “k-kaaachan and the others will notice…” he stammers about a single hickie on his collarbone. meanwhile? he gnaws at your skin like it’s a research project, cataloguing every reaction until you’re painted in purples and reds.
todoroki shoto pulls his shirt collar up if you leave the faintest mark. “my father would notice.” but the man bites slow and deep, leaving huge blotchy bruises on your thighs and sides. never admits it, but he loves the sight of you marked.
kirishima eijiro is hella dramatic about the smallest hickie. “bro, now i can’t wear my tank top at the gym!” acts like it ruins his image. but your shoulders and neck? chewed up. he’ll beam with pride if someone notices you’re marked, though.
kaminari denki whines and whines and whines. “babe! now everyone knows i’m getting some!” he whines like it’s embarrassing. meanwhile, you look like an electric storm hit you, bites everywhere. he thinks it’s hilarious when he’s the one doing the damage.
shigaraki tomura snarls if you mark him, “don’t make me look weak.” scratches at a single bruise on his jaw. yet he’ll spend hours littering your chest and stomach with hickies, almost obsessive, like he can’t stop until you’re ruined.
dabi is the WORST hypocrite. smirks like “you think you can put a leash on me, doll?” if you leave one mark. but then he paints you in them, savoring every bruise and bite. total contradiction, total menace.
ᢉ𐭩 pairings: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tomura shigaraki, dabi
ᢉ𐭩 content warning: suggestive, implied sex, slight mentions of blood and killing, swearing, ab pics.
ᢉ𐭩 synopsis: you accidently send some pictures of you testing on some lingerie to the wrong person!
ᢉ𐭩 authors note: mannn idk what this is but enjoy. also this is my first mha chatfic, i usually do blue lock ones so this might be out of the ordinary
part 2 of mha characters having their first wet dream about you pt.1
cw: brat taming (dabi); public sex if u squint (hawks), thigh riding (aizawa)
🌊: shigaraki, dabi, hawks, aizawa, all might
shigaraki:
In his dream you were grinding against his cock, your bare wet pussy creating delicious friction against him. With every motion your clit collided with the tip of his dick and both of your were writhing in pleasure. But he was only able to enjoy this dream for a hot minute before he was woken up by banging on his door. He woke up with a mouth drier than the desert and having leaked through his boxers. He jerked off like 5 times before coming out of his room still horny.
dabi:
Dabi dreamt that he was drilling into you mercilessly and you were trying your hardest not to give in. His piercings dragged along your walls and you stifled your moans, trying to remain having the upper hand. He loved the challenge, seeing how long you would be able to spout bratty things. And just as he saw your facial expression falter, your resolve crumbling his alarm blared. He woke up with a boner so painful he couldn't control himself. But he kept grinning all throughout the day when the dream crossed his mind.
hawks:
Keigo dreamt that you had walked into his office as he was in the middle of doing paperwork and bent over to expose your bare pussy. Your actions led to him being knuckle deep in your pussy and you biting back moans. Your juices were coating his hand and when he started circling your clit, your eyes widened and keigo got woken up by a stack of papers falling from his desk onto the floor. When he realised that he had dozed off in his office and that none of that was real he went beet red.
aizawa:
Shota dreamt that you were moving against his thigh with nothing between your pussy and his bare skin. And when your rhythm started to falter, your body slightly falling forward, he cupped your cheek making you meet his gaze. "Eyes on me pretty thing", he whispered but before he saw your reaction his alarm ripped him from his dream :(
All might:
Toshinori dreamt that you were a complete mess beneath him. Sweat made your hair stick to your forehead and with every thrust you were moaning his name. The bounce of your boobs accompanied by a neverending mantra of 'toshi, toshi, toshi~' had him gripping the headboard. He woke himself up by cumming in his pants TwT
as soon as you hear you your window open, you sigh. not out of fear, or out even surprise. its out of annoyance.
it’s well known knowledge that dabi is many things: a danger, a criminal, and a sorry excuse for a boyfriend who shows up at your window at least once a month.
“hey, dollface.” he grins, only flashing his teeth to piss you off. “miss me?”
you really should fix that lock.
but you don’t have the time. so you sigh, and point to the fridge. “theres soba. just wash your fucking dishes after.”
and he will, but he’ll probably leave a single, unwashed chopstick in your sink as a small act of protest. and because it seems like someone hired him to annoy you.
after his meal, he finds you in the bedroom, folding laundry. in a few quick strides he’s behind you, arms wrapped around your stomach, transferring his already high body heat to you. initially you roll your eyes, knowing that icing him out is the best way to put out a fire.
then you feel his chest press up against your back, and you mentally curse.
“you got skinnier.” you state, noting the lessening muscle beneath his worn in shirt. he laughs, knowing you’re right but bring far too immature to willingly admit it.
“fuck, well, you try keeping meat on your bones while you’re on the run.”
and thats the part that frustrates you the most. knowing he’s on the run constantly, without any shred of stability or routine. though you’d wish he’d use your front door as to not behest any concerned neighbours, you know that climbing in through window is his way of letting you know he’s alive. because most days, you aren’t sure.
he notices you still and feels something like regret. his stomach is full of food, food you made, and he can be grateful for that. even villains enjoy home cooked meals.
like he fulls the worry creep from your skin to his, he sighs, arms tightening from behind you.
“i’m fine.” he says, begrudgingly emphasizing that last word. he doesn’t care to hide his attitude. he knows you don’t care, either.
a beat passes, before you speak up. “…saw your wanted poster the other day.”
he knows you can’t see him, but a smile escapes. “yeah? they get my good side?”
“none of your sides are good.”
“well excuse me, doll.”
you turn around in his arms, and see a part of him he tries to keep buried. a part that is maybe worth keeping around, though he rips it away from you along with your groceries when he jumps back out that window.
like you’re humouring that part of him, testing if it’ll respond, you ask an age old question- one you’ve almost stopped caring about because you know the answer too well: “are you finally gonna give up crime for me?”
its been the focal point of many past arguments, though you know its futile. he’s too stubborn. too hurt
and the asshole pretends to actually think about it. “nah.”
you nearly laugh, mentally plotting to drag his body to the dumpster while he sleeps. but speaking of sleeping: “are you gonna spend the night?”
this one he doesn’t have to think about. “of course. where else am i gonna hide out?”
he’s quick to make the most of his temporary refuge, knowing he probably has owes you for what you’re doing. housing a fugitive is a serious offence, after all.
luckily for you, he knows what he’s doing. though that can be hard to realize, since he’s spent the last 5 minutes barely allowing the tip of his cock to enter you. he has you on your hands and knees, stationed behind you as he smokes a cigarette. somehow, the current predicament doesn’t bother him. or it does, and he just happens to have the willpower of a god.
blue eyes pierce your form, watching your pretty hands grip the sheets as he hands you the bare minimum- a slow push of his hips as your needy fluids drip down your thighs. he finishes his smoke, tossing it onto the ashtray before gripping your hips with both hands.
“i hate you.” you half moan, half groan. the groan tells him that you’re frustrated with his slow pace. the moan tells him you’re willing to wait as long as he gives it to you.
he smiles, savouring the moment. “you’re so cute, baby. don’t worry. i hear ya.”
he then grips your hips tight, slamming you down onto his cock while his pace picks up so fast your head spins. you barely have the time to release a surprised gasp as he begins thrusting in and out of you like its the last time.
he knows that if he opens his mouth to swear or even moan, he’ll risk ripping the staples around his jaw. its why he brings his hand down on your thigh hard when he feels your sweet pussy clench around him, tempting him to unclench his teeth and get vocal. that plan backfires, however, as the pain only makes you tighten more.
the slapping sound of skin against skin only feeds his obnoxious ego, knowing he has you where he wants you. every now and then, he makes sure to slow down, pulling out of you before slamming all the way back in. he’s not stopping you know each of his veins by heart. by now, you probably do.
“still hate me?” he taunts, giving you another sharp thrust to prove a point. he’s not actually trying to make you angry, though he knows that the last time you were, you rode him until he was fucked clean out.
“i- OH FUCK!” you cry, feeling his hand reach down to rub circles on your clit. the breathless laugh that leaves his lips is not lost on you as he takes in the incoherence of your words.
“thats right.” he continues to thrust. “let me feel that pretty pussy, doll. gonna let me cum in this sweet cunt? hm?”
he leans down until his chest is pressed up against your back, letting him talk into your ear. some lost muscle mass is less of a concern here, since his stamina is still exceptional. his pace never falters, pounding into you hard and passionately.
“do it.” you lift your head from the pillow. he grins at your command, but still attempts to get some shots in.
“say please.”
“touya todoroki, i swear to god i’ll turn your ass in.”
he laughs, gifting you with another hard thrust. he’d drag it on if he didn’t think you were serious.
“so demanding.” he slaps you again. “you know i’m gonna fill you up regardless, doll.”
and he delivers on that promise, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside of you, breathlessly smirking at the scream that escapes your lips. between the climbing in through your window and the loud, desperate cries, your neighbours probably assume something horrible happened.
he continues to rub your clit, still continuing your pleasure, still determined to make you cum. twice more, if he had anything to do with it.
maybe you aren’t in a rush to fix the lock, after all.
bitch slapping fwb!touya during an argument 18+ MDNI!!!
it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.
actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.
and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.
slap!
the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?
the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.
“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”
his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.
“can you do that again?”
┊┊@hairiane-nana and i lowkey cooked in discord dms
it was almost impossible to contain, with the way you were squeezing him so tight, holding onto his cock like it was the only thing that could keep you breathing. each throb of your cunt made the knot in his stomach tighten, blunt finger nails digging into your hips. the only thought running through his head was already?
description : the mha boys and pre-ejaculation x fem reader
「TOYA 'DABI' TODOROKI」
⤷ the league had hit an all time low: money was scare, meals were far and few between, the roof over their heads was slowly crumbling away. morale had dropped, shigaraki's absence was becoming more and more noticeable.
toga's persistent whining was starting to wear dabi down, each word acting like sandpaper against his delicate skin. dabi hadn't had a single ounce of peace and quiet for the past week each day was filled with orders, commands, requests, and any other variation of the word task.
he was a dog, doing things he didn't want to purely to ensure the smooth exposure of his dad - endeavor. each day went by extremely slow like nails dragging down a chalkboard, pulling each little nerve inside of dabi's already burnt down body, ensuring that he suffered - like he hadn't already suffered enough.
darkness swarms over the warehouse, filling each corner until it's almost impossible to see. hiding each and every secret that dabi kept from the outside world: his family, his hobbies, you.
his precious girlfriend, locked away behind a fake door, living in the shadows because her boyfriend couldn't contain his emotions, or the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most sought after villains in japan.
your life was spent in the shadows, the darkness that you had always been scared of as a kid was now something you found solitude in; the darkness was the only thing you had to keep you company now that you were with dabi.
the door handle to your hidden room rattles, your eyes widening, feet stilling on the ground. the pot of instant ramen in your hands almost tumbles to the ground before you gain your composure.
think, hide, wait.
dabi's instructions swam through your head like a school of scared fish, each word weaving itself into your thoughts before you took action - tucking yourself under the chair. it's not until the second attempt of the person trying to get in you hear the annoyed grunt, then a loud bang following it. "open the fucking door baby, it's jus' me,"
relief washes over you in thick waves, your body acting before you had time to think - like a hero - your hand grasping the handle. the door swings open, dabi's iconic grin meeting you before it fades into an annoyed sulk.
"why didn't you answer the first time baby?" his burnt hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. you swallow your spit, blinking up at your boyfriend innocently.
"just got-got a bit scared," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, an anxious habit you could never pull yourself out of. dabi just scoffs, leaning down to capture your lips in a much needed, desperate kiss.
his hands grip your waist tight, nails digging into your soft flesh as he picks you up as if you weighed nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, jaw going slack to let his tongue explore each and every inch of your mouth. submitting to him. letting him own you.
you mewl, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging it lightly, "missed you so much, been days," your words get swallowed by his hungry mouth, his hands sliding into the backs of your shorts to feel your bare ass cheeks - no underwear, just how he liked it.
"shut up, just let me fuck you," dabi kisses down your neck hastily, like time was attempting to escape the two of you. he lays you down on your bed, his mouth attached to yours as he slips out of his pants and underwear.
"off," he lights his finger tips, melting through the fabric of your baby tee and chucking the remains across the room, "shouldn't even be wearing clothes, should jus' be walking around naked. at all times, my bitch," he spanks your tits, catching your nipple on one of the many pieces of metal keeping his skin together.
his pierced dick rubs against your already soaked cunt, your shorts had been tugged off whilst he was burning through your shirt. you sniffle, "i-im sorry, it wont happen- nghh!" you're cut off by dabi slamming into you at full force, sliding his entire length into you in one go.
you scream, heels digging into his back as he sets up a rough pace from the start, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "da-dabi," you huff, drool pooling on the tip of your tongue. your cunt flutters around him, clenching down tight as an attempt to stifle his pace.
however, it forces a loud grunt out of your boyfriend, his hips still before he's haphazardly pulling out of you and cumming all over your stomach. "f-fuck princess, do-don't do that!" he growls, a weak dribble of cum running down the underside of his cock.
you giggle, "cumming so fast? leaving me unsatisfied," you pout, looking down at his now softening cock. "maybe shiggy could help me?" you wiggle your eyebrows before a loud smack rings out through the room you called home.
dabi's hand print leaves a dark red indent on your cheek within the first 2 seconds of him slapping you. his hands soon work fast to have you flipped over, his cock back buried deep in your cunt.
"i told you to shut up," dabi forces your face into the sheets, "don't mention that bastard around me, you know this dick is better than anyone else's," dabi lets go of your waist, leaning back as he fucked into you so fast his skin was sparking.
"be a good girl and take whatever daddy gives you."
「SHOTO TODOROKI」
⤷ shoto had been working far too hard even as a hero, he was working as if he was some machine that needed to earn its space in the world. his hands had been flying across the keyboard for hours now, the office was empty - every worker had left whilst shoto worked overtime on his paper work again.
calloused fingers pressed gently into the key caps in fear of causing them any damage - shoto had always been far too nice. too nice for anyone on this planet. his phone laid untouched next to him on the desk, screen down to avoid distraction.
he knew his wife, you, would be calling - calling to demand where abouts he was, why he was still doing this, to come back because you missed him. but you had to understand that the people who lost their family members also missed them, and thats why he had to fill the paper work out as soon as possible. to give people closure.
it wasn't that shoto was ignoring you, he could hear the vibrations coming from his phone, he could feel them shaking the desk ever so slightly he just, couldn't answer it. he knew what he had to do, he had to do this paper work before it was too late. even if it made you sad.
however he could only ignore the calls and texts for so long, you were his wife after all. it was a sad but long needed break, shoto's thumbs looking at the screen of all your missed calls and texts.
answer your phone hello?
do you even care about me?
fuck you shoto
fuck i wish i could fuck you.
answer me NOW.
fine
you wanna ignore my texts? i
ll js come to the office.
shoto's heart skipped a beat at thought of you being in the office, seeing him so unkempt and tired. he stands up on numb legs, making his way to the main door of the his closed off room to head to the bathroom, to try and freshen up. to look like the man you had fallen in love with rather than a damned ghost.
the door to his office flies open to show you, dressed in his clothes, eyes adorn with heavy bags from the lack of sleep - up late worrying about your husband; you spent far too much time worrying about him.
"sweetheart-" shoto's arms immediately open to accompany your tired body, holding your head close to his chest as he gently swayed the two of you to an invisible song. "you should have stayed home," his words are muffled by your hair, hands squeezing your waist gently.
"and you should have came home," you stifle a sob as you rub your cheek against his muscular chest through his button up shirt. shoto smiles, thumbs tracing soft circles on your hips as he feels the sheer force of the love radiating off fo you.
"you work too much, miss you so much," you sigh, pulling back from his chest to look him in the eye - dark purple bags contrasting the scarred tissue. your hands squeeze his shoulders, tension oozing out of his over worked muscles. "need to relax."
shoto chuckles, "if i had the time, i would darling, you know that," he cups your jaw in both his warm hands, hearts forming in his eyes from just how much he loved you. how much he needed you in his life.
"let me help you," your lips brush against his jaw, a thin layer of your spit sticking to his skin, "let me help you relax baby," you move your hands down his body, feeling each curve, each muscle he had spent years perfecting.
shoto tugs his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious frown, the office was empty sure, but it was still a public place. however he knew better than to disagree with his wife; a happy wife meant a happy life, and that was something shoto lived by.
your soft lips left a trail of kisses down his neck until you reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. your mouth parts ever so slightly at the sight of your shirtless husband, it had been days if not weeks since you had seen him naked in all his glory.
you sink down to your knees, palms sliding over his thighs before hastily undo the fly and button to expose his tented boxers. shoto's breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight of his wife doing something so crude - he couldn't deny the fact it was making his cock twitch.
"i missed your dick," the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, desperate hands pull his boxers down and you can't help but moan at the sight of his long, thick dick. you mewl, greedily attaching your lips to the tip and giving a firm suck.
shoto gasps, one hand tangling in your hair whilst the other reached out to stable himself on the door way. "b-baby slow down," he grunts, balls twitching in your palm, "fuck!" his hot cum is filling your mouth in seconds. theres so much of it that it's spewing out the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin.
"baby girl i'm-i'm so sorry," he leans down to open your mouth so you could spit his cum into his hands but you open your mouth to show it completely empty - you even lick your lips.
"you came so fast," a pout tugs on your lips, "but that's okay. round two when we get home?" you blink at him innocently, and shoto knows that it'll happen whether he likes it or not. he could never say no to his baby.
「EIJIRO KIRISHIMA」
⤷ kirishima's body is sore, covered in bruises of all different shapes and sizes from the combat he had been involved with in attempts to save the city against villains. red riot was slowly becoming more and more worn down until it was a demand that he be sent home, laid off his own damned job because he was too broken.
memories of the fights replay in his head, the faces of the people he couldn't save haunted him as if he were the only person to blame for their deaths. each and every blow to his body he could relive as if he were right there again, for the 3rd, 4th or even 5th time.
kirishima's body lays restless in your shared bed, limbs tangled in blankets whilst your shirt you slept in last night is bunched up by his face. wind blows past the window in rapid bursts, rattling the foundations of your apartment.
"just-just follow me, i promise i'll save you," sleepy mutters fill your shared bedroom, kiri's hands tightening their grip on your bare waist. sleeping with clothes on was something that neither of you felt comfortable in, the clothes created a wall between you - preventing you from being close and interment. skin ship had always been extremely important in your relationship, whether it be kiri's hands wondering down the back of your pants in public or you touching the hard expanse of his abs under the duvet.
"please, i need to save you,"
kirishima's fingers dig into your stomach as he pulls you onto his chest - dreaming that you were a civilian in need of help. reliving one of those awful rescue missions for the tenth time. "baby," you shuffle on top of him until your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.
"baby wake up," you yawn, tracing the small bruises along his jawline. "its a dream, nothings happening. 'm right here," you gently tap his face until he jolts awake with a gasp - red eyes full of fear as he looks around the room.
"oh fuck," tears well in his eyes at the memories that were flooding his head in violent bursts. kirishima hide his face in your palms, embarrassment emitting from his tired body in small waves, "so not manly."
"it's okay baby, shh," you press a soft kiss to his nose, "crying is so manly," a soft chuckle escapes your lips before you capture his in a love filled kiss. your lips slowly move against his, hands finding their way to his shoulders whilst kiri grabs at your ass like a desperate puppy. his tongue slides along your bottom lip before lapping up the minty taste of your toothpaste.
"let me help you relax, you've been so tense lately honey," you slowly kiss down your boyfriend's neck, his hardened skin rough against your plush lips. "soften up my handsome prince, let me take of you," your words hit the soft spot of kiri's heart as he immediately relaxes into your hands, letting you feel up and down his abs and dip into the waistband of his boxers.
"i love you so much," kiri nuzzles into your neck, his red hair tickles the underside of your chin as he leaves some sloppy kisses to your sweet spot. you mewl, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh.
"hurry, need to feel you inside," kirishima chuckles at your impatience but he complies, lifting his hips enough to slip out of his boxers whilst sliding your panties off your hips at the same time.
his thick, blunt rip rubs against your soaked pussy in a teasing manor before he pushes in, forcing you to take his entire length at once. you sniffle, sharp acrylic nails digging into his shoulders as you sit down on his entire cock. your cunt spasms, clenching tightly around kiri and he's so pent up that he can't hold back; hot ropes of sticky cum start to fill your womb before you even had the chance to start riding him.
your eyes widen, "th-that was fast," a giggle threatens to slip past your lips but you hold it back as kiri's eyebrows furrow in annoyance.
"that-that was an accident i swear!" his red eyes fill with annoyance and shame before he's pinning you to the sheets. his body turns solid, rock hard like a damn wall as he situates himself between your thighs. he bends your legs up until you're tucked neatly into the mating press.
"let me help you relax."
「DENKI KAMINARI」
⤷denki had been on 3 missions back to back for the past week, his entire life (you) had been flipped upside down purely because he had to work. even with all the protesting (one email) he still had to go, though he didn't go with out a damn fight.
a fight with no clothes, obviously.
denki had been following you around the shared apartment all day, pawing at his cock like a dog in heat. his eyes hadn't been dry either, damp with tears of desperation as he attempted to win you over. to let him fuck you into the sheets, or on the floor, he didn't care where.
“i can’t help it baby, i need you so bad!” denki sobs into your neck as he forces your body over the counter. your skimpy house clothes had been ripped off your body the second he made it through the door, pawing at his cock and demanding relief.
“please? i’ve been a good boy. i did everything you asked,” denki sniffles, damp eyelashes fluttering as he grabs a fistful of your hair so you’re forced to look at him. "cleaned up, packed my bags," he rubs his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to win you over.
“mommy ‘m need your pussy so bad,” his hard cock presses into your ass. "need to feel you around me before i go, miss you already," his fingers tingle with electricity.
“i’m cleaning. later,” you huff, trying to free yourself of the tight position you had been put in, “go jerk off. you have hands,” denki liked earning his place, especially if it meant you’d give him the praise he was dying for even if he had to withstand you being a bit mean.
“b-but,” his words a wet mixture of sobs and sniffles before he’s yanking his trousers and boxers down. “can’t wait. can’t. need you. need you so bad mommy,” his blunt tip rubs against your semi wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it around.
a sigh escape your lips before you’re gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white. denki slams into you with one harsh, quick thrust. “denki i swear to fucking god. pull out now," you grit your teeth in annoyance and in his defence, denki does pull out (and then slams right back in).
"n-no!" his cock twitches inside of you, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm his quirk gets slightly out of control.
it takes a total of 4 deep thrusts into your cunt before he's filling you up with his hot cum, hips stuttering as he sobs into your neck. "t-thank you mommy, thank you. thank you," babbles fill the air between you whilst you huff and push him off.
"really denks? couldn't even let me finish, pathetic," your nose scrunches in faux disgust as you turn back to look at him. denki's eyes well with a fresh wave of tears before he's pulling out and sinking to his knees.
"ill fix it, ill make sure you cum mommy."
「IZUKU MIRDORIYA」
⤷a class full of bratty children is the last thing izuku wants to deal with after an argument with his beloved wife. an argument which could have easily been avoided if he would have just came home earlier rather than staying behind grading test papers.
each kid seems to have it out for him, correcting him when he attempts to help another student with their english, or help someone over come a hurdle when using their quirk - it seems like almost everyone had it out for him.
his lunch box is half empty since his beautiful wife hadn't packed it for him like you usually did, instead he had to do it himself. chucking in what ever random shit he found in the pantry into his box and calling it a lunch. the taste of dry ritz crackers mixed with yogurt covered strawberry bites only added fuel to the fire of sadness burning in his stomach.
your husband's bulge fills out your phone screen as he palms himself gently, the sound of his hushed whimpers filling your shared bedroom. "please forgive me princess," izuku's voice is slightly hire pitched as he slips his hand into his waistband to pull his cock out of his underwear.
you moan, angling the camera down so he could see your wet cunt so he could see what he was doing to you. "f-fuck baby, so pretty. touch her for me. tell her i'm sorry for neglecting her," izuku strokes his cock 5 full times before he's emptying his load all over his pristine white shirt.
you let out a mixture of a moan and a giggle at seeing your husband come so ridiculously fast like he was some horny teenager that had never experienced anything other than his hand.
"s-see baby? i miss you so much, please let me sleep in the bed with you tonight." you roll your eyes as you watch him continue to stroke himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a tired puppy.
"just hurry up and come home."
「KATSUKI BAKUGO」
⤷ bakugo's intense personality was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him, the way he viewed everything as a competition meant that he was constantly striving to become a better boyfriend towards you. well, that's what you thought anyway.
bakugo's hands are dripping in blood from the bar fight he had gotten himself involved with during his time off. his time that he was meant to spend relaxing; time he was meant to spend looking after himself rather than the city. but bakugo was a hero he couldn't just let things blow under the radar purely because he was meant to be having some time off.
adrenaline thuds through his veins like his hand is to his heart exploding it over and over again. blood spews from his broke nose as he stumbles through the dimly lit streets of japan before he finds himself at the door of your shard apartment.
he raises his hand, ready to know, but he hesitates. bakugo. the katsuki bakugo hesitates. the right side of his bottom lip is completely busted, bruised and swollen from the criminals fake gold ring catching on it - if bakugo really focuses, he can taste the cheap metal on his tongue. before he even has the chance to do so the door is flying open, your grumpy stature filling his eyeline - when the hell did he knock?
bakugo's fist is still frozen in the air, wide crimson eyes staring into yours as he tries to find an excuse good enough for his blooded face. the rapid thump of his heartbeat makes it hard to think, the words coming out of your mouth are a muffled slur behind the rapid thoughts swarming his brain.
"shut up before you piss me off even more," his harsh tone strikes a sensitive chord within your heart because before you know it, your lips are on his. your tongue runs against his bottom lip, feeling the sore wound before you sink your teeth into it.
"what the fuck?" bakugo pushes you off with his lips turned back into a snarl, "why did you fucking bite me bitch!"
"i'm still mad at you even though you look hot as fuck being beaten up/ i hope the other guy won," you spit the words through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists of pure anger. how could your boyfriend be so clueless!
"don't you dare say such bullshit, take your clothes off," bakugo pushes you into the wall of the hallway to your apartment.
"what?-" "you heard me bitch, take your fucking clothes off, don't piss me off even more, or is that the only thing you're able to do?" his palm is hot against your chest, the tip of his finger pressing into the area between your boobs.
you narrow your eyes yet you still comply with him. you still do exactly what he tells you to, slowly slipping out of your sleep shorts and tank top. soon, a pile of clothes is forming on top of the shoes in the entry way, your fluffy socks being the final edition - like a candle on a cake.
"good girl," bakugo kisses down the side of your neck, "you can be a good bitch when you want to, hm?" his bruised fingers trace along your sides causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. you huff, turning your head to the side as he pinches at your nipples.
"shut up," you mumble, cheek pressed into the cold wall as he circled your clit just enough times to make sure your cunt was completely relaxed. the sound of his sweatpants thudding against the cold wood flooring, along with his shirt make your back arch in anticipation, your cunt throbbing in time with your rapid heart.
"take it like a good bitch and daddy might even reward you," bakugo snarls into your neck as he slams into you with one single thrust. you scream into the wall, waking up every single person in the damn complex. bakugo smirks, wrapping his hand around your face and sliding two fingers inside of your mouth. "hush baby, gonna wake the whole street,"
your pussy clenches down hard on him, and he grunts, fingers twitching inside of your mouth, hips stilling inside of you as the familiar sensation of your boyfriend filling you up with cum hits you. you bite down on his fingers, making him yelp, "did you just fucking cum in under 30 seconds?"
you wiggle your way out from underneath your boyfriend, slipping yourself around so your chest is pressed against his. "is that my reward? a bit of sloppy sex in the doorway? fuck off, you're so annoying. get out of my face before YOU piss ME off," you shove his chest and he growls, pressing you back against the wall once again.
"calm down baby girl," he guides your jaw upwards with two of his fingers until you're looking into his eyes. "let daddy make it up to you."
silent but dangerous. you don’t even realize he’s watching until the toy’s pulled from your hand and he’s crouched between your thighs, tongue already lapping it clean. he’ll murmur against your core, “didn’t i tell you to wait for me?” and then the toy’s getting used again, this time with his tongue on your clit.
꒰ 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 ꒱
oh honey. he’s so down bad. he flies home early just to find you fucking yourself with a toy? he leans against the doorframe all smug and flirty. “damn, babybird… makin’ a mess without me?” then he’s kneeling. tongue out, feather-light licks from base to tip. moaning. worshipping it like he’s jealous of the toy. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll clean up every drop. then i’m gonna make you do it again. for me.”
꒰ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨 ꒱
rumi loves when you get yourself off. she’ll sit back, legs spread, hand between her thighs, watching you like it’s her favorite show. but when you cream like that? she’s on it instantly. “aw, fuck yeah. look at you makin’ a mess. c’mere.” she’ll suck the toy clean, then suck it right out of you. “now let me show you how a real woman eats.”
꒰ 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 ꒱
he’s all slow, mocking drawl, “you got off this hard from some plastic? shit, baby… you’re even dirtier than i thought.” and then he drags his tongue along it. doesn’t even blink. his eyes are locked on yours while he licks up every creamy drop. then he’ll stick the toy in your mouth and say, “taste what i’m about to fuck back into you.”
꒰ 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 ꒱
dirty. filthy. obsessed. he doesn’t just lick it, he savors it. watches the way your slick glistens on it, strokes the toy in his hand like he’s imagining it’s his cock inside you. his tongue is lazy, wet, and he’s got this creepy little smirk, “didn’t i tell you i wanted to see how wrecked you’d get without me? now be good and let me clean it up.”
you go and pick up your boyfriend from j-j-jaillll !!
"he's all yours, ma'am."
getting a call from your local police station telling you to come pick up your boyfriend from jail is not how you wanted to spend your friday evening. but here you are, standing at the foot of his cell with an expression so petrifying that even the officer standing beside you has to take a step back and avoid your gaze.
touya watches him unlock the cell with a grimace. the second the cell door slides open, you take a step forward—and touya does the most reasonable thing he can think of in regard to his safety and slams the gate closed, effectively locking himself back up again.
there's a moment of silence before you let out a gasp of absolute disbelief.
"touya, i swear to—"
"sir, i don't feel safe with her here. can't you, well, i dunno—make her stand a couple of fucking feet away from the door so i can step out without getting my face bashed into the nearest wall?"
the officer takes a long look at touya, who has the audacity to clasp his hands together in a plea, while you turn towards the officer with a raised brow.
"...you have her listed as your emergency contact. you'll be fine."
touya seems offended by the officer's words, but he doesn't argue any further as the man fumbles with his keys before unlocking the cell once again. touya steps out tentatively, shoulders slumping and a pout tugging his lips downwards (a half-assed attempt to look innocent, really) and you try not to let your eye twitch.
"officer, could you tell me just what he did again? i've seem to have forgotten what you told me." you state dryly, watching touya squirm under your gaze as he strains his wrists against the cuffs wrapped around them.
"uh—he was caught vandalizing a gas station. you know that one mr. takami a couple streets over runs? then he, uh, sort of beat him up."
"oh, come on—"
"shut. up. officer, please take us to the front desk so i can fill out the necessary papers and take him home."
the entire ordeal took only a little under an hour. and before touya knew it, he was back to being his usual passenger princess self beside you, though he had to keep one arm braced against the door and the other gripping the middle console for his own safety.
"babe, you are driving way too fast."
big mistake. if touya knew better, he would've held his breath all the way home instead.
"do you know how worried i was? did you know i was in the shower when they called? you're paying the hospital bill coming in the mail one of these days for when you finally send me into cardiac arrest with all the shit you pull, touya!" you snap, and since you were at a red light, you remove your hand from the steering wheel and give touya's ear a harsh tug, just for good measure.
"okay, i get it—ow that fucking hurts! let go of my ea—i mean, sorry," he wheezes dramatically, and you finally let go of your grip on him with a huff when the light turns green.
"you're lucky they let you off so easy. seriously. i think you deserve at least—wait, are you not wearing your fucking seatbelt?" you snap, looking back and forth between touya and the road like this entire day was the most irritating inconvenience of your life, and touya can only scramble to put it on while mumbling a string of apologies under his breath. he peers up at you wearily, and you turn away from him and back towards the road with a grumble and tensed-up shoulders.
you're in a really bad mood today.
touya wants to tell you that he's sorry and that he knows he's wrong, but he's afraid that if he looks at you a certain way or says the wrong thing, you might just use your bare teeth to bite his head clean off.
so, he settles into his seat quietly and allows you the peaceful ride back home you deserve. now that he thinks about it, you've been under quite a bit of stress lately. it takes touya half a second to realize he must have made it worse, and it takes him another second more to remember that today was your only day off of the week—and he sinks back into his seat with a frown.
touya throws a careful glance at you through his peripheral vision, taking note of the tired look in your eyes.
you were worried about him when he got arrested. picking him up from the police station when he knows no one else would. fussing over him not putting on his seatbelt and being safe. and that is when touya is reminded why the only number in his emergency contact is yours.
it's because you love him, dearly and with all your heart, even when he acts like an exasperating little shit (e.g., the stunt he pulled today).
carefully, as if he's getting ready to pet an angry cat that loves to scratch, touya takes his hand and drapes it over your thigh, rubbing gentle circles as he presses his fingers into the fabric of your jeans. you don't push him off you, merely sighing through your nose and keeping your eyes on the road, and touya takes that as a sign that you're not too mad at him.
"when we get home, i'll run a nice bath for you to relax in. we can order takeout, and i'll massage your legs real good, you know, just the way you like after a long day." he says softly, and his touch is tender enough that you can't help but melt underneath it.
touya made staying mad at him really hard.
"fine."
"we can watch a movie too, your choice—you won't hear a single complaint from me. i'll even tell kei i'm sorry, even though that jackass was lookin' at me funny and started the whole—whatever. just know that i'm sorry, doll. i mean it."
touya doesn't tell you how he's only sorry for causing you stress, not sorry for rightfully knocking keigo down a size. but you finally do glance at him—and your face has softened into the very smallest of smiles. that sight alone is enough to warm touya's body entirely with love.
"alright then."
touya keeps his word, just like he always has. he carries you into the apartment bridal style just to hear you laugh again, he lights a candle for your bath and massages your shoulders and temple as you bathe, and he doesn't even bat an eye when you flick through your tv shows and select pucca. no, he settles into your side and passes you his favorite blanket instead.
touya makes mistakes often—all the time, actually. it was his specialty, but he liked to blame his miscalculations on bad luck or the universe working against him. but, then again, it didn't make sense for the universe to be working against him if he had you—a gift to breathe life back into him, the light of his life, divine intervention, if you will.
he'll work on himself to be better for you, and you'll recognize his efforts and dote on him accordingly. you make touya somewhat civilized and human, and for that, he is forever grateful.
