❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.
observed by — mina ashido
“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”
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mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.
sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugo’s face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.
observed by — sero hanta
‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’
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the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, he’s stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isn’t usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: he’s grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like it’ll make time go by sooner. it doesn’t.
“i’m gonna kill that damn shitty hair.”
“we’re the ones who’re thirty minutes early.”
“shut the fuck up.”
dumb dog sero hanta does as he’s told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides he’s had enough—or till the anger reaches his bladder. “‘m going to the bathroom, watch my shit.”
katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between sero’s palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzes—& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mine🫀: mina and i are otw
mine🫀 : hope we’ll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach and—wait.
is that text from y/n?
he’s quick to take a picture, send it to the ‘inBESTigators 🕵️🔍’ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiri’s response comes in.
ripped riot 🔥: could be a typo
ripped riot 🔥: like ‘mine’ could be short for miner
pikachu ⚡️[replying to ripped riot 🔥] : are we deadass
sero’s about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsuki’s back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #3.
observed by — denki kaminari
‘when the fuck did bakugo get funny?’
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autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denki’s shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & you’re here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isn’t right.
& denki’s not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. he’s talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. that’s fine—bakugo’s always been able to tell which apples are good & which aren’t.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denki’s pretty sure there’s nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminari’s eyes flit to katsuki’s. if he was any other classmate, he’d say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denki’s no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinks—no, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishima’s fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
“yo, kiri—i’m not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??”
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. “I down’t see ‘t”
“bro. chew.”
“I don’t see it,” kiri gulps. “don’t you think we should respect their privacy?”
“we’re at a costco??”
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says there’s nothing, there’s obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #4.
observed by — literally everyone
‘katsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiri’s getting kicked from the group chat.’
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mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isn’t either. kaminari’s flipping through a scrapbook titled ‘PHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.’ sero’s screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishima’s got his laptop open, looking over ‘evidence spreadsheets’ he swears aren’t empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
“kirishima, cell B-4. what’s written in there ?”
“I—uh, cell? what do you—“
“aha—” mina shuts her book. she’s towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri like—well, acid.
“you’re not really doing anything.”
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
“matter of fact…” mina continues, “you haven’t done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you haven’t done anything we’ve asked you to.”
“yeah,” sero quips. his phone’s in his lap now. “matter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldn’t.”
“matter of fact,” denki joins, “you’re always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ‘being delusional’.”
oh, kirishima’s in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. “I—“
mina can’t make up what happens next.
The door opens. It’s katsuki—not surprising—they’re literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill today—the usual. kiri is bakugo’s roommate. getting in isn’t a fuss.
but you’re right beside bakugo.
and your finger’s in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you haven’t noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your finger’s looped around the belt-hole like you’ve done it a thousand times before, and—
is that katsuki’s hoodie?
“what the fuck are you losers doing here?”
kiri’s already scrambling to defend the situation—something about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didn’t know, don’t blast us all—but mina’s not listening. she’s wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
you’re still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. sero’s joined in. kaminari’s farted because he thinks no one will notice.
“y/n, is that bakugo’s hoodie?”
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
“no, it’s—“
“it’s mine.” katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didn’t say something scandalous. “got a problem, pinkie pie?”
“i could never.”
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yours—and he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
“what’s all this?”
“evidence.”
“homework.”
“not evidence.”
tongue click. “evidence of ?”
“the refractive index of light.”
“you and y/n dating.”
“not you and y/n dating.”
“uh-huh,” katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: you’re tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. you’re giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. “you guys are a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. and you—“ he turns to kirishima,
“no, no bro listen,” kirishima’s palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, “I did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldn’t listen!”
“aha! so you were a traitor!”
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now you’re full on laughing—
“oh my god,” you sniffle, “you guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?”
“tell us when?” sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. “it seems kiri here already knew about it.”
bakugo grunts. “why do you idiots think you’re here?”
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. sero’s avoiding eye contact. kaminari’s avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. you’re leaning over katsuki’s thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. you’re pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugo’s looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesn’t know how she didn’t see it sooner.
“i think we owe you two an apology.”
katsuki’s got his fingers twisting your knuckle. “y’think?”
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
“we’re sorry.”
“for what?”
“for stalking you guys.”
“and not trusting that you’d tell us.”
“and being idiots.”
katsuki hums, satisfied. but he’s not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. “should we forgive ‘em?”
“maybe. if they can send some of these photos.”
bakugo nods, turns to mina. “you heard the missus.”
“girl, take the whole book. like—seriously. omg.”
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugo’s fighting a smile.
“right. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.”
the three protest. kiri interrupts. “i think it’s for the best. it’s been a long day.”
“that includes you, shitty hair.”
“huh—what?! this is my room too!”
“don’t care,” katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
“and didn’t ask,” he glances over his shoulder, “all of you, out.”
╰ breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!
pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)
18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ
Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.
He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.
“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.
“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”
“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.
A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.
“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”
Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.
“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”
The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”
Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.
“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”
You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.
He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.
“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”
“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”
Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.
“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.
“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”
Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.
“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”
“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”
It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.
Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.
Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.
“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.
You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”
Shoto can’t speak.
Not when you’re looking at him like that.
Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.
It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.
You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.
“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.
He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”
You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”
Oh? But I am.
The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.
It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.
Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.
“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”
I’d like to rip it off.
He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.
Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.
“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”
“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.
Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”
Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.
“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”
“—Showing you how much I love you.”
Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.
“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”
“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”
“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”
“Wha—I can’t!”
Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.
“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”
In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”
“Keep going, love.”
His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”
“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.
How could you possibly tell him no?
“Please.”
His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.
It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.
“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.
“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”
“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”
“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.
Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”
The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.
When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.
His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.
Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.
His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.
He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.
“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.
He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.
“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”
An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.
“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.
“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”
“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”
“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.
“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.
His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.
Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.
“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”
You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.
Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.
Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.
He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”
Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.
“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.
You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.
“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”
You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.
Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.
“Let me in, you’re almost there.”
“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”
“You trust me, right?”
You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.
“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”
Izuku almost feels pity for you.
His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.
“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.
“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.
He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”
“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”
“Go on.”
He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.
“Please eat me out.”
You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.
He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.
Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.
“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”
He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.
His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.
“I’m close—”
“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.
The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.
You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.
“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.
“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”
Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.
“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.
“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”
“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.
“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.
He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.
Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.
It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.
When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.
Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.
“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.
“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.
His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.
Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”
You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.
“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”
Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.
“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”
“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.
You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”
“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”
“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”
His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.
“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”
“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.
Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.
“M-More! Fuck—Please!”
He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.
“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”
Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.
“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”
Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.
The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.
You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.
“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”
Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”
a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay… so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away
“told you to stop sending me twitter porn, freak.” you scoot away from him in bed.
“babe we gotta try it.” he grabs your waist and scoots you back over. “what? you don’t like me all of a sudden?” he peppers kisses across your hot cheeks. “just watch it.”
he watches you open the link, the way you squirm, watching the girl hump against the guys abs. the way she moans, the way her thighs shake, the guy looking up at her like she’s hung the stars.
“let’s make our own.” he nudges his nose against your neck.
“our own what?” you purse your lips.
“video. of you rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” he starts to kiss the side of your neck.
“you don’t have any abs.” you close your phone, tossing it aside.
“shut up.” he chuckles. “you can ride my face after while i jerk my shit.” he nips at your pulse.
you push him back on the bed and push his shirt up and he’s quick to tug it off, watching with lidded eyes as you shimmy out of your sleep shorts. you straddle his waist, looking down at the phone he’s hold in one hand while the other his resting on the back of your thigh.
“c’mon pretty.” he flexes his muscles and that’s all the coaxing you need. “pull this shirt up for me.” he slides the hand on your thigh up, dragging the fabric of one of his shirts up your body.
he hums when you press yourself against his abs, lifting the shirt up to your neck in the process. you give an experimental grind of your hips and a soft moan slips from your lips. you press harder, fingers curling into the shirt you’re holding up. he flexes again, your breath catches as you follow the ripple.
“nghh fuck!” you gasp, perked clit pressing right against his hard muscle.
“feels good?” he looks up at you with a lazy grin.
you nod your head and hump against him faster, chasing that building heat in your tummy. he lets his hand on your waist slide up to your tits, kneading and playing with your nipples, pulling the softest sounds from your lips. he can feel how wet you’re leaving him and he squints his eyes with an idea.
“keep those eyes open.” he pinches your nipple, accompanied by a little zap.
“denki!” your mouth falls open when he gives the same treatment to your other nipple.
he drops his phone and grabs onto you with both hands, rubbing all over, stopping to send little shocks to your nipples that make you melt. you’re drooling, pleading, thighs shaking right on the edge, when you feel it.
“ahh! denk- denki please!”
electricity flows through his abs, through your slick going straight to your pussy and your hips stop, orgasm tearing through you as you soak his muscles. he keeps you moving until you’re spent and he’s pulling you up his chest.
authors note: y’all already know the drill… how would the timeskip heros eat you OUT! (with some nsfw headcans drizzled in bc i am a freak idc)
villain ver: HERE!!
IZUKU
omg i had to do him first, he’s been on my mind since i saw teacher Izuku fanar—…..im getting off topic
✮ he’s so dreamy… SO DREAMY UGHDHDUSV
✮ saw a tiktok where they said he talks you thought it and omg YES!!! he’d be so good at what he does because listens and pays attention to your every noise and move.
✮ loves holding your hand when he’s eating you out (he’s so intimate and cute)
✮ when you grab his hair and pull him closer, he’s instantly rolling his eyes in pleasure because he can’t get over how good this feels for him and how good it feels for you. (like just imagine he’s going in and it feels so good that you grab onto his hair and instinctively pull him closer. his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he mutters “fuck” under his breath, gripping your thighs tighter as his tongue curls deeper in you)
TAMAKI
✮ *taps mic* is thing on? okay— FUCK the shy guy shit, tamaki is extremely good at eating pussy and honestly idk how.
✮ he’d be all innocent, acting like he’s not even all that good at oral but the first time you suggested he go down on you he had you gripping at his hair in seconds.
✮ now.. don’t get me wrong his shy tendencies do still shine, he prefers to eat you out when he’s laying on his stomach while head is under the cover (so you can’t see him)
HAWKS
✮i need this man rn
✮face sitter!!! president of face sitting!!!
✮ my god his praises when he’s eating you out is chef KISS. he’d tell you how sexy you look 50 times before you even make it to his face.
✮ he’s sweet and an eater that aims to please!! but… he occasionally likes edging you. — he’d act all innocent just when you were about to cum saying “oh were you close baby? i didn’t even know, looks like we gotta start over”— and you do. over. and over. (he’s a little shit that finds you stupidly attractive so he likes to hold you up)
AIZAWA
✮ another man who fucking loves fingering. (not to diminish his eating skills because TRUST it’s there) but no, we’re here to talk about how evil he is when he’s fingering you.
✮you wanna know why he likes fingering you so much? because he gets to use his mouth to taunt you to no end —don’t get me wrong , he loves you and would do anything for you….but he doesn’t make it easy
✮ he loves to have you in his lap, your legs draped over his so that he could control how wide he wants you to be. keeping his lips right next to your ear as he taunts you, praises you, and talks you through it in a perfect mix that has you soaking his fingers before you even know it.
KIRISHIMA
✮face sitting co president!!! and eating it from the back enthusiast. (an ass man!!!!)
✮ such an eager and obedient eater… like a dog
✮ eats you out for his satisfaction. it brings him peace knowing that you get to finish more than once just by his hands and mouth alone.
✮he’d do it every damn day if he could (he does, or at least he tries. you tell him you need a break every now and then)
DENKI
✮ whines when he eats you out… yeah take a minute and think about that ik i am
✮no seriously though, he gets lost in it, FAST.
✮talk about the definition of greedy. he’s constantly pulling you closer and closer to his mouth as if he wasn’t damn near nose deep in your cunt :P
BAKUGO
✮ oh my god he’s so fucking rough with it.
✮ i don’t want to hype his game up that much but id have to say he’s the best eater on the list..
✮ his fingers were just made to be inside you. rough, yet strategic. gliding his fingertips over n over on that spot that makes you see stars
✮is never satisfied with making you finish only once— in his words “that shit’s too fucking weak” and strives to make it 3
TODOROKI
✮ gentle gentle eater.
✮ takes his time to kiss every part of you and work his way down to where you want him most
✮ god he is the most attentive in this damn list, he even has Izuku beat. he listen to your needs so well you barely have to tell him what you need because he’d already know
⟢ insanely protective over you, to the point where it’s not even close to being a secret that you two are fucking. this mostly applies to hero work, but it’s really any social interaction.
⟢ he’s not very good with fans, and he gets so visibly irked if anyone tries to flirt with him — baring his teeth and staring daggers. you’re the only thing that he could ever want, even if being in a relationship scares him to death.
⟢ always does favors for you that you didn’t even request, like tidying your apartment, restocking your period products, or bringing your favorite coffee to patrols — he has all of your drink orders memorized. he then proceeds to act annoyed that he went out of his way, but you know that’s just how he shows affection.
⟢ katsuki is a bit mean in bed, but only as much or as little as you want him to be. and he is very vocal.
⟢ he’ll fuck your throat like he hates you, then practically confess his love while he’s between your thighs, eating your pussy.
⟢ he loves doggy, especially if he needs to let out some frustration, but mating press is his favorite by far. he can still pound into you just as hard, but he reaches even deeper in this position and the way you look at him — it’s his favorite thing ever, aside from eating you out.
⟢ how he’s so much bigger than you, seeing your perfect body folded to accommodate him like this, legs pulled into your chest and over his shoulders as he fucks load after load into you .. he can’t get enough. and fuck, he thinks that you are so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.
⟢ his deep little groans and breaths are so fucking sexy, and he whines anytime that he bottoms out, or when his eyes flick down to watch your cute, tight pussy taking in his massive cock. it’s always a big stretch, but he fits inside of you like you were made for each other.
⟢ drunk sex with him is an entirely different experience. he’s so vulnerable, and everything is so much deeper, and closer … like he’s trying to meld your souls into one.
⟢ he loves when you hold his face in your hands. it’s so intimate to him, and it makes him feel seen and appreciated. he loves the eye contact, and if his mouth isn’t on yours, he’s kissing along your palm and wrist while you hold him. he is so fucking pretty.
⟢ surprisingly good with aftercare considering his personality, especially if he was a bit rougher than usual that night. bath, snacks, drinks, cuddles — whatever you want. secret softie for sure.
is he fucking anyone else? — absolutely not. it took him months (over a year, really) to get comfortable with you, and he sure as hell isn’t opening up to anyone else.
鋭児郎 ⸻ eijirō
⟢ kiri is the sweetest, softest dom ever. princess treatment ALWAYS unless you ask for something different.
⟢ sex partner doesn’t even begin to describe it; his entire being is your safe space, and he always gives you so much praise.
⟢ he knows exactly what you like, which also means that he can use it against you if you’re being a brat …
⟢ EATER — breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snack. he wants his tongue stuffed in your pussy any time that you’ll let him. he doesn’t care about his own pleasure, only yours, and he will absolutely cum in his pants if he eats you out for long enough, just from your sweet taste and softly grinding his hips against the bed.
⟢ his thick, heavy cock is so sensitive and neglected, but it doesn’t even bother him. he wants his face between your thighs with your dainty hands in his hair, your legs resting over his broad shoulders. he always wants to be your stability.
⟢ he’ll hold you as close as possible — hips, thighs, ass, sometimes folding your legs up and holding the backs of your knees .. and he loves holding eye contact, threatening to stop if you look away. he knows how handsome he is, okay?
⟢ he’s incredibly sensitive to touch. you often feel him shiver when you run your hands through his thick, silky hair. he groans and nuzzles closer to you, whether it’s during sex or just hanging out. he’s such a puppy.
⟢ mating press is his absolute favorite, and he is so fucking good at it; you always cum embarrassingly fast in that position with him.
⟢ he also loves having you on top, but he gets to control the pace. you just look so cute and pretty while you try to ride his big cock, but he almost always has to help you because he’s so much bigger and stronger. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world.
⟢ you love watching his muscles flex under your fingertips. his chest and thighs are both so, so sensitive. he always whines a bit if you kiss and lick him there. cums almost instantly if your mouth so much as brushes his nipples while you’re stroking his cock, and he’ll nearly die if you suck on them.
⟢ the best aftercare you’ll ever receive. loves cockwarming if you’re okay with it, especially in the bath. it’s his favorite thing ever to have his big, thick length at home in your perfect little cunt.
⟢ goes out of his way to make sure that he has your favorite teas and snacks at his place.
⟢ begs u to spend the night every time.
is he fucking anyone else? — nah. this man is in love with you, he’s just too scared to say it out loud yet.
電気 ⸻ denki
⟢ denki is a switch and completely at your whim. his role might change, but he’s always a great time. he is usually submissive to you just because of his personality, but he’s always up for whatever you want.
⟢ you don’t even have to be mean to get him to beg — you could be giving him absolutely everything he wants, being so, so sweet to him, and he’s still a whimpering and crying mess just because he loves to be doted on.
⟢ he loves being choked :( and sucking on your fingers :( insane oral fixation that he usually satisfies by eating your pussy, eagerly fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit like it’s candy. he can and will stay there all morning, day, and night.
⟢ he is so good with his mouth, but even better with his fingers; probably the best on this entire list. he perfectly knows how to apply pressure and which spots to hit.
⟢ he loves overstim, both giving and receiving.
⟢ he’s never really acknowledged it, but he loves if you objectify him a little; praising his looks and how good he feels, with just a bit of dumbification and degradation to put him in his place — “nothin’ goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, huh, denks? lucky you’re so handsome, baby, just sit there and be good f’me.”
⟢ CRYBABY, and he’s so pretty when he cries. :(
⟢ accidentally called u mommy in bed once, and will absolutely do it again if you’re into it.
⟢ would give literally anything to be called your good boy.
⟢ his quirk accidentally goes off in bed sometimes. luckily the other boys have much better control over theirs, but denki just can’t help himself when he’s worked up :( you’ve never gotten hurt from it, and it actually feels good if it’s not too strong …
⟢ you’re usually the one giving aftercare because he absolutely will pass the fuck out after sex — mostly because he’s emotionally drained, not so much physically. you don’t really mind, though, because he’s just the cutest and he always makes you feel so good. but he is great at it when he does take care of you. :)
is he fucking anyone else? — yes, but you’re his favorite girl by far. he always reaches out to you first, but, c’mon … we all know that pro-hero denki is a slut.
焦凍 ⸻ shōto
⟢ poor sho. he is such a sweetheart. he’s inexperienced, but he trusts you enough to help him work through some of his relationship trauma.
⟢ it’s been a lot of trial and error so far to figure out your dynamics, but he leans towards being dominant because this man is a giver. but it’s shoto, and he is so nonchalant that he’ll also let you do pretty much whatever you want to him.
⟢ he was definitely quiet at first while you two were getting to know each other. he doesn’t always say much, but he’s gotten a lot more comfortable with his own sounds because of how much he loves to hear yours.
⟢ he praises you the entire way through — sometimes it’s a small, “feels good, angel” and reassuring touches, and other times he’s pouring his heart out to you over how good it feels because he can’t hold back anymore.
⟢ although he’s usually dominant, your praise drives him insane. none of your sweet words and compliments go unnoticed, and each one encourages him to fuck you harder and better.
⟢ if he’s ever particularly overwhelmed, you’re the one taking care of him, and the sex is so, so sweet, just letting him cry and feel his emotions. he’s still coming to terms with how broken he is, and you are the most comforting thing to him. he loves that he never has to worry about you judging him.
⟢ he especially loves your voice. he sometimes secretly jerks off during phone calls with you, and tries to play it off like he’s just tired and distracted. he’s too shy to ask about phone sex .. yet.
⟢ his favorites are missionary for intimacy, and prone bone for how good it feels. he loves trying new positions with you, though, so you never really know what to expect.
⟢ sho also loves eating your pretty pussy, but he’s still learning. this isn’t a bad thing, though — it’s actually kind of lucky because you get to teach him exactly how you like it.
⟢ clingy cuddler. he doesn’t usually fall asleep right away after sex because he wants to make sure that you have everything you need before he can settle in.
is he fucking anyone else? — yes, but only if you don’t pick up. shoto has a low sex drive, so it’s rare that he asks you, and even more rare that he asks someone else. he usually just takes care of himself if you can’t make it, and he’s thinking about you the entire time.
⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.
⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.
fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.
“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”
“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”
“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”
it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.
villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.
the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.
in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.
flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.
“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”
BAKUGO KATSUKI.
⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.
ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.
“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”
“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”
a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”
a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”
in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.
“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”
“make me.”
he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.
katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.
you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.
“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”
“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”
another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.
“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”
TODOROKI SHOTO.
⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.
“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”
sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.
“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”
“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”
shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”
a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.
“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”
he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.
once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”
and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.
“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”
his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”
you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.
in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.
“i want to stay like this before we leave.”
“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”
“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.
“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”
his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.
“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”
shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”
“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”
oh.
now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.
but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.
the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.
“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”
his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”
“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”
you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”
it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.
he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.
“why’d you..? baby?”
you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”
“you’re gonna milk me?”
he’s so cute . .
you want to see him crying.
you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”
KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA
⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .
“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”
hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”
one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.
“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”
“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.
things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?
“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.
“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”
perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.
hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”
thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.
just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.
denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”
since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.
an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.
loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.
“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”
TAKAMI KEIGO.
⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.
“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”
since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.
you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.
“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”
as if he’d ever plan to.
he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.
“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”
keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.
“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.
you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.
“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”
quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.
you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”
“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”
sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.
with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?
ᦸ shota enjoys cowgirl — getting to lie back, caress your skin, and watch how pretty you look fucking yourself on him, the roll of your hips, and the bounce of your tits. He could just lie there all night if you wanted, but he ends up helping guide your hips whenever he notices your thighs going weak.
ᦸ tamaki likes spooning; he really likes it — feeling your soft skin against his, deep thrusts as he buries his face in the slope of your shoulder to muffle his fucked-out whines, & then giving you aftercare cuddles.
ᦸ keigo adores prone bone — it feels like heaven with each kiss his blushing cockhead leaves on your cervix, nipping at the shell of your ear, rubbing your body, and whispering the filthiest things as he fucks you dumb; it drives him insane.
ᦸ katsuki swears by mating press — holding your thighs up & maintaining eye contact while fucking you into the mattress has been addictive from the first time; it allows for deep, punishing thrusts and slow, intimate rolls of his hips. The mating press is his holy grail.
ᦸ shoto is a missionary man — he knows people say it's boring, but how can it be boring when he gets to see how each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through you? The flutter of your eyes, the way you arch up into him, your fingers tangling with his—it doesn't matter if it's 'boring'; it's classic for a reason.
ᦸ denki's go-to is lotus hands down — holding you against his chest & rocking his cock into you at a slow pace, cock twitching at every noise that escapes you, a gentle caress of his fingertips over your arms when he rocks into you faster, denki is a lovemaker, not just a fucker.
ᦸ shinso is a very tired man, so he sticks to sideways missionary — keeping a firm hand on your thigh as he thrusts into you, whispering in your ear as you whimper into his chest, he'll leave tender kisses over the slope of your shoulder just before the two of you finish
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𝓜𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𖹭
you don’t even remember how you got here.
one second you were losing your mind, heat pooling between your legs, grinding against your mattress and getting nowhere. the next, you're in denki’s dorm room, riding him like your life depends on it.
your hands are braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescents. his head is thrown back against the pillow, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, a constant stream of whines and moans spilling from his lips.
pathetic. absolutely pathetic.
“f-fuck—y'feel so good—please, please—”
“shut up,” you snap, voice raw and breathless. “just— just stay still.”
he tries. he really does.
his hands grip your hips, fingers trembling, but he doesn’t push or pull. just lets you use him. lets you slam yourself down on his cock over and over, chasing something that’s been just out of reach for hours.
you tried everything before this.
fingers. yours, inside yourself, curling into your cunt as deep as you could, three of them even, but nothing. not even close.
your vibrator, the one you keep hidden in your nightstand, the one that usually has you seeing stars in minutes—dead. nothing.
a dildo, the biggest one you own, lubed up and shoved deep inside you, and you just laid there frustrated, feeling empty and wrong. nothing worked. that aphrodisiac quirk fucked you up good, left you aching and desperate and so fucking horny you thought you might actually die.
so you went to the only person dumb enough and desperate enough to say yes.
denki kaminari. certified simp. hopelessly in love with you since first year. you hate how much he wants you. you hate how easy this was.
but right now, you don’t care.
“you’re so fuckin' pathetic,” you hiss, bouncing harder. “look at you. lettin' me use you like this. you love it, don’t you?”
“yes—yes, i do— i love it, i love—”
“don’t.” you slap his chest. “don’t you dare.”
he whimpers, hips bucking up despite himself, and you feel him twitch deep inside you. close. he’s getting close. your own release is building too, a pressure coiling low in your belly, hot and urgent—
and then he gasps, his hands tightening on your hips, and you feel it. the hot rush of his cum flooding you, filling you up, and you scream.
“you fucking—i told you to hold it—i told you, you worthless—”
but the words die in your throat. the feeling of him coming inside you, the heat of it, the way his cock pulses against your walls—it’s what you needed.
the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, hard and sudden, and you feel yourself let go. a gush of liquid sprays from your cunt, splattering across his stomach, his chest, soaking his skin. you keep coming, body shaking, juices dripping down his abs, mixing with his cum.
you collapse forward, panting, forehead pressed to his sweaty chest. denki is frozen beneath you, staring down at the mess on his stomach with wide, dazed eyes.
“holy shit,” he breathes.
you want to hit him. want to scream at him for not holding back. but you’re so tired, so empty, and the aphrodisiac is finally fading, leaving you weak and shaky.
“…you’re cleaning that up,” you mumble against his skin.
he nods, still in a daze. “yeah. yeah, i’ll—i’ll get towels.”
“and if you tell anyone…”
“i won’t. i promise.”
you stay there, tangled together, sticky and exhausted. and when denki presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, you don’t have the energy to push him away. and part of you doesn't want to either.
you’ll yell at him later...and maybe suck his dick to thank him.
