kirishima getting hard while you're straddling his lap and making out together
"c'mere baby.." eijirou mumbling against your lips while pulling you into his lap, your thighs settling on the sides of his hips as he cups a hand under your thigh, the other behind your head pushing your lips together
tugging on his hair and tilting his head back to get access to his already semi-bitten neck, kissing and sucking down to his collarbone as he groans into your ear, pushing your hips down while doing so
as you reach the end of his shoulder you pull away to look at his flushed face, "you okay?" half giggling as you tuck his hair behind his ear while he whines from the lack of contact
looking at you with half-lidded eyes he glances down at your lips coated with a layer of his spit as he runs his hands up and down your back under your shirt, stopping periodically to knead at your hips
"why are you stopping gorgeous.. what's wrong" slurring his speech while moving his head up to reach your lips before you cup his face and go in to kiss him, sighing at the contact before pausing slightly to adjust yourself against him
huffing against his lips, you keep moving around to find a better spot to rest again, "ei turn your quirk off, it's distracting" pulling back to look at his shameless face "that's not my quirk baby" he says while grinning against your pulse point, sniffing your scent
"what are you talki-.." before realizing and pushing him back to look between your bodies, "oh" looking at the hard bulge pushed against your own clothed area that's already leaking through his boxers
"let's go somewhere more comfortable baby.." muttering while nipping your ear and grinding your hips onto his own
⋮ 🏎️ᝰ.ᐟ ┆ HYBRID AU : dragon!hybrid kirishima, bunny!hybrid izuku, wolf!hybrid bakugou, cat!hybrid shinso, white tiger!hybrid shoto (seperate) x f!afab!reader
ᯓ★ ༝ monster fucking, breeding, groping, dry humping, scaled dick (?), begging, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, cumming in pants..?, talking about scents and stuff, dubcon, marathon sex, m!masturbation, implied somnophilia, dry humping, mating press, deepthroating, hair pulling, hand over the mouth..?, face fucking, kissing, biting.
⚡︎ ›› the MHA men are in heat!
🏁ּ ┆thank you guys so much for 400 followers i love you all - HYBRIDS FOR EVERYONE! also do not be fooled, it's still dom!character lol. this is also my first time writing for shoto and shinso so lmk what you think! unless you think it's trash then shh
Izuku Midoriya - Bunny!
Izuku certainly wasn't happy about his new appearance. Floppy gray ears, a libido the size of a damn wildfire. And the tail. God, he really hated the stupid tail. All white and bushy, poking out of his clothes, no matter how much he tried to keep it down.
Initially, this whole hybrid thing wasn't that bad. It was only the body changes, and his sudden insistence on eating carrots that really changed.
That was until he saw you clad in one of his t-shirts, eyes tired and hair messy as you made your way towards him. His nose twitches the closer you get, your scent suddenly overpowering even the breakfast on the stove.
You place a small kiss on his cheek, then his nose. Giving the small tail on his backside a gentle tug, to which he shoos your hand away. His eyes are trained on your back as you collapse onto the couch. Legs swaying comfortably in the air behind you. A burning heat rises through his body, teeth gritting at the sight of you on your phone. He's not sure why it bothers him so much that you're choosing to focus your attention on your stupid phone instead of being glued to his side in his time of need.
Thump.
Instinctively, he looks down at his foot. The limb moving like it had a mind of its own.
Thump. Thump.
Oh, no. He's already dealing with the tail, there was no way he was gonna accept thumping his foot like he's some kind of toddler who isn't getting enough attention.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
This time, it catches your attention. Your head shoots up from behind the couch, eyes locking on where Izuku is, very clearly, stepping on his own foot.
"Uh, everything alright?"
"Y-yep! No problems at all," he laughs, as you stare at him suspiciously. You have no time to question him when the fire alarm sounds, the breakfast forgotten on the stove now blowing smoke all over the room.
And if it wasn't for that, he's not sure he would've had the control to pull himself away from you.
It doesn't take him long to figure out what's wrong.
The restlessness, the sensitivity, the way his body reacts before he can even think.
Heat.
When he realizes it, he's both mortified and extremely embarrassed. Any interactions with you don't go unanalyzed; the emotions, the touches, the tension, are all raised tenfold.
Slowly, he starts avoiding you. Not because of you, obviously not. But because of what he wants to do to you. It's an intense, almost wild feeling that brews inside him every time he catches himself staring longer than he should.
Your scent is everywhere. On the couch. In his clothes. On the sleeves of the hoodie you keep stealing from him.
At some point, he realizes it's better just to do something about it. Ignoring it only makes it worse.
The next time he realizes it's a problem is when he finds you at your desk late at night.
The bright screen of the computer is the only source of light in the dark room, your shoulders hunched as you tap away at the keyboard.
Shortly after, you feel a presence in the room.
Your boyfriend is pacing the floor behind you, restless in a way you haven't seen before. Occasionally, he'll come up real close to you, green hair tickling the back of your neck. You have no time to dwell on it before he's moving again, pacing the room like he's scared of what might happen if he lets himself stop.
"Izuku?"
The call of his name stops him in his tracks. "Mhm?"
"Why're you smelling my neck?"
"…I'm honestly not sure."
You turn the chair around, laughing at his sheepish expression. You plant a small kiss on his face, then two, then three. Until your lips collide with each other so passionately that it's hard to pull away. Reluctantly, you do. Turning back around in your chair and focusing on the device in front of you.
Thump. Thump.
And there it is, that familiar sound that Izuku knows all too well. And now he knows exactly why.
Leaving you out of it didn't feel possible anymore.
And he didn't want to.
He slinks down to his knees, hard enough that you're convinced it leaves a bruise. Spinning the chair, so you're facing him, and lifting your legs over his shoulders
"Z-zuku? What are you-"
"'M really sorry to bother you with this," he starts cutting himself off by placing a small lick on your clit. "Need you. Really bad," he mumbles, warm breath fanning over your heat. He licks slowly, his tongue trailing from your hole up to your clit. Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, hips grinding slightly against the feeling of his tongue.
"B-bother me with what Izuku -fuck- w-what's going on?"
He ignores you at first, his tongue preoccupied with burying itself in your folds. His nose nudges your clit with each movement, like he's trying to drown himself between your thighs. The fur of his ears brushes against your stomach every time he presses his face in deeper.
"Think I'm in heat, been so h-hard these last few days just looking at you, didn't want to bother you," he says, it's rushed, but you hear it. You can only moan in response when his mouth is back on your clit, biting and sucking the swollen nub. He's acting like your body might disappear if he doesn't have his mouth on it.
"Mmm - fuck - Izuku. W-why didn't you t-tell- ah, fuck right there," you whine, hips rolling onto his tongue. His thumb finds your clit, as he makes small circles on the nub.
"You gonna cum?" he asks, green eyes flicking up to yours, mouth glistening as he speaks. You nod your head, lip moving between your teeth as you cum, and your hips stuttering against his mouth. He groans into your heat, lapping at your juices like he's scared he'll miss a drop. You have to tug at his hair to get him off you, body doubling over from overstimulation.
Reluctantly, he pulls off. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it off his fingers. Your eyes lock on the dark spot between his legs, sticky white substance dripping down his thighs onto the floor.
His eyes follow your gaze, his hands already moving to squeeze his cock, trying to suppress the growing sensation between his legs.
"Finally gonna let me help you?"
Katsuki Bakugou - Wolf!
Katsuki was embarrassed; that much was clear. Having fluffy ears and a bushy tail was definitely not his style. He was hit with this hybrid quirk almost 2 weeks ago; the effects of it have been more of a mental challenge for him than a physical one.
When he walks through the door with his new ... additions, you can't help the small laugh that tumbles from your lips before you clasp a hand over his mouth. But he hears it.
"You laughing at me?"
"No, no. Of course not," you lie, rolling your eyes as you move closer to him. "I think you look really cute like this," you smile, a hand already making its way to mess with the tail on his back.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't call me that," he huffs, but his tail betrays him. It flicks once, then twice, swinging so hard it knocks over the lamp on the coffee table.
He doesn't let you get another word in as he walks away, hiding the light shades of pink that dare to spread on his cheeks. His pride screams at him to act normal, but you've always been his one weakness, and he knows you see right through the act. A warmth floods through his body as he replays the moment in his head. The softness of your gaze, your face mere inches from his. And obviously, the compliment didn't hurt either.
"Don't be embarrassed, Kats. It's fine," you giggle, making your way towards his spot on the couch. Even though his body doesn't move, his tail certainly does. Curling towards you despite himself, and brushing against your wrists.
Your legs move to straddle his hips, pulling his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers. If he didn't want to talk, that was fine - you'd just find other ways to help him out.
Your lips collide, teeth clashing with every press. His tongue trails along your bottom lip before shoving its way into your mouth. His grip on you tightens as your hips move, the feeling of you grinding against him sending him into a spiral.
Maybe a little too far.
His thighs flex underneath you as he moans against your lips, the warmth spreading against your clit making your heart flutter.
"Katsuki ... did you cum?"
"… So what if I did?" he snarls. Katsuki prided himself on being a gentleman; it was practically sacred that he'd never cum before a woman. Especially his women. But with the additions to his body, overwhelming need to breed you, and the sight of you sitting so pretty in front of him, all control's gone out the window.
He clenches his jaw, planning his next actions. Sure, he hates that you're seeing him like this, and if he gave it the opportunity, he's sure his tail would be between his legs. But for some reason, there's a darker heat that dares to rise to his surface, a feralness that can't be ignored. Katsuki is a prideful man. He doesn't let embarrassment stop him from taking over, even if it means marking you in the process.
"You tryna' tell me something? Gonna need t-to use your words."
Asshole.
Saying all that to shit to you when he knows damn well his hand is acting as a makeshift muzzle over your mouth. The smell of burnt caramel and musk infiltrates your senses. His thrusts are rough against your hips, each movement sending your face deeper into his hands. The muffled your moans and his hips hitting yours, bouncing off the walls.
Your ankles rest on his shoulders, chest bouncing every time his hips clash with yours. His hips drive into you with so much force your convinced the bed might snap in half.
"Mmm -fuck- taking it so well," he huffs, head dropping down as blonde strands graze your forehead. His eyes are shut tightly, his bottom lip trapped between his canines. Small dots of crimson form where they dig into the flesh.
With some of the strength you can muster, you move his hand off your mouth. Placing it so it holds the side of your face. It's delicate, the complete opposite of the way his hips piston inside you.
"'Suki f-fuck" you whine, hole tightening around his length to the point where he's not sure he could move even if he wanted to. After a few more thrusts, you feel the coil inside you snap. All composure disappearing as tears flow down the apples of your cheek. Your arms instinctively reach to wrap around him, fingers tangling in the hair on the nape of his neck.
He follows suit shortly after, white streams of cum covering the base of his cock. His body collapses onto yours, face resting in the crook of your neck as he litters small kisses onto your shoulder. A silent reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere.
Your body's exhausted, muscles spent, and legs sore from the positions he's had you in the past two hours. Your eyes feel heavy, your body finally succumbs to the intense desire of sleep.
Until you feel his lips move against yours, shallow and slow, but enough to notice.
"Katsuki, 'm tired," you whine, although you're not sure if it's from exhaustion or the feeling of his cock moving inside you all over again.
"I know, 's okay, I got you. Just relax"
A silent promise that he had no intention of letting you go just yet.
Eijiro Kirishima - Dragon!
Kirishima has been running warmer these days. Much warmer.
Perhaps that's also one of the side effects of having leathery wings, a pointed tail and large horns on the top of his head. A dragon hybrid. That's who you were stuck housing in your tiny apartment that barely allowed space for a single chair, let alone him.
The redhead was big, in many ways. His presence already made any room feel incredibly smaller whenever he moved around. Now, with his new additions, you're convinced you'll suffocate before making it out of there alive. Especially now, during this 'heat cycle', where his sex drive is higher than it's ever been.
He was definitely not afraid to ask for what he wanted, and you certainly weren't scared to give it to him. But he always felt like he needed to hold back, afraid of what might happen to him, to you, if he let himself go completely.
When this heat came along, you were ready to tend to him in any way he might need, wanting nothing more than to be able to help him through the storm he was trying to contain. And yet, when the first signs appeared, lips clashing in a heated kiss, you drop to your knees.
Utterly surprised when a clawed hand stops you.
".. What do you mean, no? You're hard," you say, hands moving to grab at his pants before his hands grab yours. Sharp claws poking at the skin on your wrist.
"Just slow down a second. I don't … look the same down there anymore," he laughs, hand coming up to scratch at his neck.
"Kiri, it's not like you lost your dick. … Right?" It's meant to be a joke, but you're not sure it actually is. It would be a very tragic loss for society.
You watch as he fumbles with the drawstring, grey sweats pooling at his ankles as his hands move to his boxers. But he didn't need to take those off for you to see it.
Small ridges run alongside his cock, a pointed tip and scales decorating the ligament.
He watches as your breath catches in your throat, eyes widened and mouth opening slightly at the sight. A heat rises to his cheeks as he quickly moves to cover himself up.
"See? This is why I didn't want to show you," he huffs, ignoring the way you rub a soothing hand along his arms, all the way up to his neck, giggling at the pout present on his face.
He's scared to fuck you. Scared of what might happen when he trails his cock on the inside of your gummy walls. Scared you might not be the only one who breaks.
But you feel guiltier that it doesn't scare you at all.
"Ah! K-kiri, be gentle," you huff, eyes squeezed shut at the unfamiliar sensation. His hands encompassing yours as he eases into you.
Scales. Everywhere. A pointed tip, deep ridges running the sides of his cock. Every inch he pushes steals the air from your lungs, the sensation unlike anything you've felt before.
"Sorry! 'M sorry, just -fuck- you feel so good, pretty," he moans. He takes a slow breath before moving again, the feeling of you wrapped around him is heightened with his new attributes. Sharp teeth attach to his bottom lip, as he ignores all the screams in his body that tell him to go faster, harder.
He bottoms out slowly, hips colliding with yours as his body is completely pressed against you. You squeeze around his length, as you take in the feeling, every ridge creating a feeling you've never felt before.
"More. Fuck, gimme more," he whines, head coming down to bite at your neck.
He's insatiable.
"Please? Tell me I can move, please? N-need to- to breed you," he huffs, open-mouthed kisses trailed along your neck as his hips move slowly against you. Each time his hips meet yours, it pushes him in deeper than the last time, his tip kissing his cervix with each thrust.
"Mmm, Kiri. F-Faster, please," you whine, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Your fingers trailing along the scales of the dragon wings that decorate his back, making him shudder inside you.
His hips stutter against you, his eyes trailing over yours in hesitation.
"You sure? Dunno if I can… can stop once I start," he mumbles, eyes already shut tight from the feeling of you wrapped around him. You give him a small nod and a reassuring kiss, hands brushing the hair out of his face before trailing down the sides of his horns.
He winces at the feeling, the sensitivity of them driving his hips faster. Rougher. Like he's been holding himself back longer than he should've been. His body's practically burning at the touch, every inch of him feeling like it's on fire.
"F-fuck, Kiri"
"Shh, I know. I know," he hums, lifting a hand to your face, then dragging it towards your womb. You throw your head back at the feeling, each scale suddenly more prominent as he pushes down on your stomach. "Feel me all the way in here? Huh?" he asks, tight-lipped smile tugging at his mouth as you writhe underneath him.
All you can manage out is cries or whines, hands flailing in search of something to keep you grounded. They settle on the horns.
"A-Ah, be gentle, baby. Their sensitive" he winces, tail moving around aimlessly at the feeling.
Hitoshi Shinso - Cat!
When Shinso first came home with the cat tail and matching ears, you thought it was a joke. Laughing in his face, thinking maybe it was some type of kinky role play. Until you gave them a sharp tug, and instead of it coming off, he hissed at you.
His tail flicked sharply behind him, a concerned look on his face as his purple eyes bored into yours, "Don't touch that," he snapped, voice tight as he walked away.
At first, he tried to act as if nothing had changed. As if the cat tail and matching ears were just accessories. But you could feel the shift in little ways. The way his ears twitched when you laughed, or how his tail would lift when you got too close. His body was practically begging for you while his mouth said otherwise.
"Shinso, are you sure?" you ask, breath heavy as you move off of him.
"Yeah, yeah. We just fucked, you really think I'm that horny?" he snorts, obviously offended by how little you think of him. You roll your eyes as your feet pad towards the bathroom, shower water running as you take off your clothes. Not that you had much on to begin with.
He tried his best to keep this whole heat thing under control. Using the spare moments when you weren't around to get himself off with anything of yours that he could find. He'd keep his face buried in your pillow, hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress as if it were his lifeline. Gentle moans of your name spilling from his soft lips.
"Hitoshi!" you yell, a pair of your lace panties balled in your hands. You march towards him, tossing the fabric onto his chest, completely ignoring the way his cock twitches against his stomach just from the sound of your voice.
"What did I do now?" he asks, eyes half lidded, a bored look plastered on his face.
"Why don't you tell me?" you ask, arms crossing over your chest. You'd just come out of the shower, water droplets trail down your body, forming a small pool at your feet.
He holds the fabric between two fingers, a white spot covering a majority of the lace.
Oops.
You don't let him respond before you grab his wrist, another pair of a similar style balled in his fists.
"And you took another pair? What the fuck, Hitoshi." you huff, body moving to snatch them out of his hands.
But he knew better than to let you have it; he already knew it wouldn't end well for him.
"Just missed you, is all," he says, guiding you onto his lap, towel long forgotten in a mound on the floor. Your bodies are perfectly aligned, even one small movement has you trembling in places you needed him most.
"Didn't you miss me?" he asks, large hands caressing the sides of your body. Of course, you missed him. Who wouldn't? Knowing your boyfriend was just on the other side of the wall, using things that reminded him of you instead of just using you yourself. And even though you're mad, the idea of him using your clothes to get off certainly isn't helping your case.
But doesn't mean he's forgiven just yet.
Your hips move along his length, your wetness coating the top of his cock. Your hands rest on his chest, occasionally tangling in his purple locks, fingers brushing the soft fur of his ears.
"Mmm, fuck. Y'really gonna do me like this, baby" he asks, hands cradling your hips as you rock against his length. Each movement heightened tenfold as a side effect of the heat pulsing through him.
All you can do is moan, eyes closing, and hips cramping at the feeling. But you never let your pace falter. Each time your hips move against him, it pulls something out of him, a raw, primal energy that you didn't notice before. Your head moves to his neck, planting small kisses on the fur of his ear, and laughing when his body shrinks away from you. You get too comfortable on top of him, your body lost in the feeling of his cock rubbing against your clit. Each movement sending spikes of pleasure straight through your body.
That is, until your bodies flipped over. Hands trapped underneath his, legs nudged open with his knee.
"Coulda sworn I was the one in heat, pretty," he says, biting on the shell of your ear. His lips hover over yours before he pulls away. He moves off the bed and leaves you there, legs spread and dumbfounded at whatever just happened.
"What-"
"You're still wet" he says, throwing the towel in your direction, snickering when it hits you in the face. You tug the material off of you, dripping in more ways than one.
"Shinso, you know you're not a real fucking cat, right?"
Shoto Todoroki - White Tiger!
Shoto was handling this whole hybrid thing pretty well, and honestly, if he didn’t have the white tail and small ears on the top of his head, you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell.
Probably. But you know him better than that.
And at first, things probably were working fine for him. Until his instincts forced him into a more… primal way of being.
Shoto started lingering, and not in the usual way. It felt like you were being watched, analyzed, like he was taking in your every movement and anticipating what to do next.
"..Sho? Shoto?" you ask, his eyes dazed over like he doesn't even realize you're talking to him. Your hands trail over his face, then through his hair, fingers skimming the white fur on his ears. "Something wrong?" you smile, giving his hair a nice ruffle before planting a kiss on his nose.
"…Nothing," he says, before he's walking away and shutting the bathroom door behind him. Leaving you no room to question it. And you wouldn't have, if you didn't see the bulge peeking through the crotch of his pants.
It kept happening for a while, his body just close enough to his not to touch. He'd trail behind you from room to room, never touching you, just close enough that you could feel him there. Even going as far as to watch you drink a glass of water, slurping on a cold drink, eyes shut as you savour the taste.
You look over at him, swallowing slowly under his watchful eyes.
"Shoto, do you need something?"
"…No," He says, already making his way to the bathroom.
And this time, you decide to follow him.
"Sho?"
"…Yes?"
"I can help you, you know."
After a beat of silence, the lock clicks. The door opens to reveal your boyfriend, clad in nothing but his underwear and the added effects of the quirk. His hands cup his groin, almost like he's embarrassed that he's even hard in the first place. You approach him slowly, bi-coloured eyes boring into yours as you get closer.
When you two end up face to face, you press a gentle kiss to the side of his face, trailing them down until they meet his lips. Slowly, you pepper kisses down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling at them slightly with your teeth.
"This okay?" you ask, hands pumping his length. He gives you a small nod, and that's all you need to get to work. You lick a long stripe from the base to his tip, the salty taste of precum simmering into your taste buds.
Your eyes are glued on his as you take him into your mouth, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. You splutter around his cock, throat and eyes burning as he reaches the back of your throat. You feel his fingers trail into your hair, tugging at the roots to guide your head along his cock. You moan as he moves your head along him, the vibrations sent straight through his body.
"F-fuck, 'm sorry. C-Can't help it," he whines, head hitting the glass behind him as he throws his head back. He brings a foot to rest on the toilet seat, the new stance allowing him to reach depths he hasn't discovered yet. He can barely look at you, feelings of shame and guilt clouding his mind.
But he can't help himself, and it makes him feel guilty. Tail moving on overdrive and his ears twitching as you bury himself on his cock.
"'M sorry, 'm sorry, 'm sorry…" he mutters, over and over again. As if the more he says it, the more he'll start to believe it's true. But in reality, he's addicted to this. To you. The feeling of your mouth wrapped so tightly around his cock, teeth grazing just enough that it hurts so fucking good. It's warm and wet.
His hips move faster as he nears his climax, holding you there for a few seconds before you splutter around his cock and tap on his thigh. When you pull away, your face covered in a mix of drool and tears, hair dishevelled and a soft, dazed smile. With the way he looks at you, you would've thought he just broke his favourite toy. Caressing your face with such gentleness, the moment the two of you just had wouldn't even seem real.
But of course, the aching in your throat says otherwise.
"Sorry, angel. J-just couldn't help myself, you look so pretty," he says, rubbing a thumb along your jawline. You smile before planting a small kiss on his hand, nuzzling into the hand that held you so gently. It's a kiss of reassurance more than anything, a silent promise that this is okay. And even though he's still hesitant, it's good enough for him. Good enough that some of the tension in his shoulder moves elsewhere throughout his body, all energy channelled into his cock.
But you're right where you want to be, aren't you?
fellas, is it manly to call ur girl 'mommy'? — ᨳଓ . kirishima x f!reader
with his entire face buried into your chest, kirishima lets out a low grumble.
“does that feel good?” you ask him, giving him gentle pats on his head while playing with his bright red hair.
nodding vigorously, kirishima adjusts himself to be more comfortable on your chest, deepening your cuddling position.
“yes, mommy-“ just as he says that, you discreetly go to grab your phone.
“what, baby?”
“you make me feel so good, i’m mommy's good boy,” he huffs into your chest, oblivious to the fact you’re recording the rare sight that is your boyfriend being so obedient.
unfortunately, your notifications weren’t on silent, and the ding of the message from your phone makes your boyfriend jolt up, making him directly notice the camera in front of him.
“wow, wow, wow pause,” he says, trying to play off the previous interaction like it was nothing.
he adjusts himself on the bed. now you’re laying on his chest while he has his hands wrapped around you. he grabs your phone and puts himself back on focus.
“nothing to see here, bye bye,” he talks into the camera before turning it off and now looking you directly in the eye.
“what was that about!”
“hey, it was just for me, i thought it was sweet…”
“sweet isn’t manly baby,”
you poke his bicep and run your fingers over his neck. placing gentle kisses all over his neck and arms, making him fold instantly.
“i’m sure calling your girl ‘mommy’ is top tier manliness,” you reply, trying to comfort and appeal to your boyfriend’s one and true desire. your hands find their way to his inner tighs, and you smile to yourself as you notice his very obvious excitement.
“c’mon.” eijiro cups your cheek. “it’s time for bed.” he raises his eyebrows at your curled up form on the couch.
“‘m not moving.” you cuddle in deeper.
“don’t gotta.” he slides and arm under you. “i’ll carry you.”
“eijiiiii lemme sleep here.” you pout, cracking your eyes open.
“your backs gonna hurt in the morning and you’re gonna wake up in the middle of the night crying cause i’m not next to you.” a small smile cracks across his face.
“mmm! then sleep out here with me.” you scrunch your brows.
“nah, c’mon pretty girl.” he scoops you up and starts to carry you to the bedroom. “know you wanna have your goodnight kisses.” he leans down and presses his lips to yours.
you lean up, keeping your lips pressed to his, your tongue sliding along the seam of his lips looking for an opening. he chuckles and you slide your tongue in, brushing it against his and whine softly.
“shh shh shh.” he kisses the side of your mouth. “let’s get you all tucked in.”
once he has you under the blankets, he curls in next to you, letting you perch yourself on his chest and presses your lips to his again. he lets you kiss him until you’re falling asleep on his mouth before he shifts you down with your ear pressed to his heart, letting the steady thumping lull you to sleep.
bf!kirishima who never shuts the fuck up about you. ; 0.3k
you don’t even notice at first. that is until bakugo comes knocking on your door at the ass crack of dawn.
you’re in your pajamas, cuddling with bf!kirishima, and then someone starts knocking on your door very persistently.
“i’ll get it.” you say gently, knowing your boyfriend is fast asleep due to the training him and bakugo decided to force themselves to do.
you gently open the door trying to make as little noise as possible.
“if your fucking boyfriend mentions your name ONE more time, i swear to fuck you will be a widow.” katsuki threatens as you can baisically see the steam coming out of his ears. “your name didn’t leave his mouth the whole. time.”
you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind.
“hey bakubro! why ya’ yelling so much, hm?” kirishima feigns innocence as his best friend gets even redder in the face.
“i’m never training with you again, ya’ hear me?!” the door shuts with a thud as eijiro closes it.
“don’t know what midoriya’s been feeding him.” he shrugs with a knowing smile, ready to go back to dreaming about you. he’s almost at the bed before you call out to him.
“eijiroooo” you whine slightly. he turns around quickly.
"yes baby?" all his attention is immediately back on you, sleep leaving his mind.
your hands are covering your face in embarrassment. your face has gone completely red, matching his hair color.
"that's was embarrassing, eiji." he signs as he carries you back to bed.
"shh bakugo's just bitching about shit that doesn't even matter, you know him." he lies you gently onto the sheets and kisses your forehead.
"if you say so."
both of you know katsuki wouldn't be this mad over 'nothing'.
✩.･*:｡A/N: Guys I know I feed you very little but I’m sorry!! I’m on vacaca rnnn and I’m enjoying it babes but I’m trying my best to fix C.ai bots and post at least once! Part 2 is getting ready rn! Enjoy xx
Bakugou Katsuki — “You Want Me to What?”
Sundays with Bakugou were sacred.
No early alarms. No patrols. Just the hum of the washing machine, the faint smell of breakfast lingering in the air, and Bakugou walking around shirtless with low-slung sweatpants while folding laundry like a man on a mission.
You were still curled up in bed, watching him struggle to pair socks with an intensity like he was disarming a bomb.
“These things multiply in the damn dryer,” he muttered, tossing another rogue black sock into the pile.
“You know, if you stopped wearing fifty shades of black, you might find matches easier,” you teased.
He shot you a mock glare. “You’re one to talk. You own twelve versions of the same hoodie.”
You grinned. “Yeah. But I don’t lose them to the void.”
Bakugou grumbled under his breath, tugging a fitted tee over his head. You watched his muscles flex under the fabric and couldn’t help the little idea that sparked in your brain.
Time to test his pride a little.
You stretched out with a dramatic yawn, then said casually, “Hey, babe? Can you step out for a second while I change?”
He froze.
Dead still.
Then slowly turned to look at you, blinking like you’d just spoken another language. “You want me to what?”
“Just for a second!” you laughed. “So I can change. Alone.”
His jaw twitched.
“We live together.”
“I know.”
“You’ve literally let me wash in between your pussy lips and ass crack after we had sex.”
“Yup.”
“So why the hell—”
You cut in innocently. “I’m shy.”
He stared at you for a long beat. “You’re messing with me.”
“Maybe,” you said sweetly, sitting up straighter. “But if you love me…”
He scoffs but grabs his phone and stands up “You’re ridiculous”
“Thank you!”
“I’m goin’. But only ‘cause I wanna see how far you take this dumbass bit.”
He slammed the door dramatically behind him, muttering curses the whole way. You snorted, barely holding in your laughter as you threw off the blankets and shuffled toward your dresser — still fully dressed.
You gave it a solid minute. Two.
Then crept toward the door to peek through the crack—
But he wasn’t outside.
“Wha—?”
You barely had time to blink before you were yanked back with a yelp. Bakugou had been waiting beside the frame like a gremlin, ambushing you in one swoop and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Cheater!” you laughed, pounding his back lightly.
“I left. You didn’t say I couldn’t come back and catch you in your lie.”
You were laughing too hard to argue. He carried you back into the bedroom and dropped you onto the bed, crawling over you with a feral grin that made your stomach flip.
“You tryin’ to pull stunts like that?” he growled playfully. “What, you think I’d get all flustered or some shit?”
“A little,” you admitted, biting your lip.
“Too bad I’m not seventeen anymore, princess.”
His hands caged you in as he leaned down, voice lower now. “You’re mine. You can’t prank me with modesty. Not when I’ve helped you outta more shirts than I can count.”
You flushed. “Katsuki—”
“Nah. You started this.”
He brushed a kiss just below your ear — light enough to tease but enough to make your breath hitch.
“Now I gotta remind you who you’re tryin’ to mess with.”
You were fully prepared to tease him back — but his mouth was already on yours, hot and unapologetic. He tasted like cinnamon gum and smugness, tongue sliding past your lips with practiced ease. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. But it was thorough.
He pulled back just a little, eyes glinting. “Still shy, sweetheart?”
You squinted at him, catching your breath. “You’re awful.”
He grinned. “But hot.”
You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately.”
His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Y’know, you’re lucky I don’t make you actually change in front of me as punishment.”
You gave him a look. “That’s not a punishment. That’s enabling.”
“Tch.” He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. “Exactly.”
He flopped beside you with a groan, pulling you against his chest.
“You’re a menace,” he muttered, running a hand through your hair.
“You love it.”
“I do.”
You curled into him, heart warm, smile tugging at your lips. There was something so easy about this. Even in the teasing, the banter — there was no tension, no hesitation. Just you and him and years of learning each other’s rhythms.
You glanced up at him, feeling bold again.
“So,” you whispered. “If I asked you to leave so I could change again… what would you do?”
He looked down at you, unimpressed.
“Blow up the hallway.”
You grinned. “Fair.”
Kirishima Eijiro — “You Want Me to Wait Outside?”
It was supposed to be a lazy day.
The two of you had finally gotten a rare shared day off — no patrols, no paperwork, no surprise villain attacks — just a peaceful morning filled with pancakes, a half-watched movie playing in the background, and Eijirou lounging on the couch with his hair still damp from the shower.
You stretched with a yawn, eyeing him from the hallway with a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. He was practically sparkling, shirtless in plaid pajama pants, glasses sliding down his nose as he flipped through a dog-eared volume of some obscure hero tactics manual.
God, you adored him.
So naturally, it was the perfect time to mess with him.
“Hey, babe?” you called from the bedroom, trying to keep your voice light, innocent.
“Yeah?” he called back, cheerful as ever.
“Can you, um… step out for a sec? I need to change.”
You heard the rustle of paper stop. Silence.
Then—
“…Huh?”
You cleared your throat, keeping up the act. “I just—y’know. Want to change. Alone. So, if you could just wait outside the room for a minute?”
More silence.
Then he appeared in the doorway, glasses pushed up, expression half-confused and half-betrayed.
“Wait outside?” He blinked. “Like… the hallway?”
You nodded, pretending to be sheepish. “Please?”
He tilted his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve literally held your hair back while you threw up on a villain’s boots. You think now’s the time to be shy?”
You bit your lip to suppress a grin. “Just… go along with it.”
Kirishima blinked again. Then slowly, dramatically, stepped back out of the doorway and leaned against the frame like he was being exiled from paradise.
“This is how it starts,” he muttered loud enough for you to hear. “First, she tells me to leave while she changes. Next, she’s locking the bathroom door and calling me ‘sir.’”
You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand.
“I’m just sayin’,” he added, “I thought we were at the stage where I help you get undressed. Not get kicked out for it.”
You threw a pillow at the door. “Shut up!”
“Respectfully!” he called back, dodging it. “But still!”
You held back your laughter for as long as you could, then cracked the door to peek.
He was still there.
Leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. Smirk locked and loaded.
“Thought you were waiting in the hallway,” you teased.
“I was. But then I remembered I’m a grown-ass man who’s seen you naked more times than I’ve seen my own abs.”
You opened the door fully. “You love your abs.”
“Exactly.” He grinned and walked in, arms slipping around your waist before you could protest. “But I love you more.”
“Even though I kicked you out?”
“Especially because you kicked me out. Little bratty.” He leaned down, voice warm and teasing. “I like it.”
You blushed. “Eiji!”
He kissed your cheek. “What? You think pulling a prank like that won’t get a reaction?”
You pouted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was trying to be funny.”
“You were. And now…” He scooped you up suddenly, laughing when you squealed. “Now I get to be funny too.”
He tossed you gently onto the bed and crawled in after you, bracing himself above you with a crooked grin.
“You gonna try that again?” he asked, nose brushing yours.
“Maybe,” you whispered.
His grin widened. “Good.”
He kissed you — slow, thorough, all sunshine and flame — until you forgot what the prank was even about. His hands were warm against your sides, his mouth familiar and addictive. You sighed into the kiss, fingers finding their way into his hair.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing a little heavier.
“Don’t tell me to wait outside again,” he murmured.
“Why not?” you teased.
“Because I miss you after two minutes, and it’s humiliating.”
You laughed, hiding your face in his chest. “You’re such a softie.”
“Damn right.”
You both lay there for a while in silence, wrapped up in the safety of each other.
Then, he whispered—
“Still… if you do ever ask me to step out again… make sure it’s so I can walk back in and help you out of the clothes.”
“EIJI!”
Denki Kaminari — “Oh HELL NO, that’s crazy”
You knew exactly what you were doing when you called out from the bedroom:
“Hey babe, can you step out for a second? I need to change.”
The words were innocent. Casual. Delivered with practiced ease as you poked your head out of the closet and gave Denki your most angelic expression.
He was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, fiddling with some weird-looking gadget that definitely had the potential to explode. His hair was slightly tousled, his hero jacket tossed lazily over the back of a chair, and he was wearing the oversized black T-shirt you always stole from him.
Denki blinked.
His hand froze mid-adjustment on whatever death trap he was building.
“Wait, what?” he called, leaning forward like he hadn’t heard you right.
“I said—” you repeated sweetly, “—I need to change. Can you wait outside?”
He set the gadget down slowly, like it might detonate if he moved too fast.
“Outside the room?” he asked, wide-eyed.
You nodded.
“…Like… outside, outside?”
You nodded again, trying to hide your grin.
Denki squinted, completely baffled. “Babe. We’ve been together for years. I know the freckle pattern next to your asshole better than I know my own PIN number.”
“I know,” you said, voice carefully neutral. “I just wanna change alone today.”
His jaw dropped. “Is this about the sushi thing? Because I swear, if I’d known it was your last piece of toro—”
“It’s not about the sushi,” you interrupted, laughing now.
He stood, clearly flustered, and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay, think, Denki, think… what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up? Did you short out the coffee machine again?”
You raised a brow. “Do I need a reason to want privacy?”
“…Yes?” he said without hesitation, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Wait. No. I mean—no! Of course not. You’re an independent woman and I respect your privacy and boundaries and all that, but—what is happening right now?!”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “So you’ll step out?”
He pointed dramatically toward the hallway. “I guess! But just so you know, this feels deeply personal!”
With the most exaggerated sigh in the history of sighs, Denki stomped — theatrically — out of the room, muttering under his breath the entire time.
You gave it thirty seconds before peeking out.
He was leaning against the wall just outside the bedroom door, arms crossed, looking like the human embodiment of betrayal.
“Still there?” you asked.
He pouted. “I’m emotionally wounded.”
You laughed. “You’re being dramatic.”
“You asked me to leave. Like I’m some random tech guy instead of your incredibly hot and loyal boyfriend who literally knows what brand of underwear you hate.”
“I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal.”
Denki put a hand over his heart. “You’ve cut me deeper than any villain ever could.”
You opened the door a little wider. “Maybe I’m just messing with you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Wait… was this a prank?!”
You shrugged. “Maybe.”
Denki blinked. Then squinted. Then blinked again.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, covering his face with both hands. “I was so close to crying in the hallway. I was already texting Mina for emergency support.”
“You didn’t!”
He held up his phone. Sure enough, a half-written message read:
—🆘 babe told me to leave the room so she can change is this the beginning of the end pls help 😭😭😭
You dissolved into laughter as he groaned and collapsed dramatically onto the bed, arms flailing like he’d just survived the emotional apocalypse.
“You’re evil,” he accused, grabbing a pillow and smacking it against his own face.
“You’re easy,” you teased, sitting beside him.
He peeked out from under the pillow. “You better make this up to me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna unleash the full power of my revenge.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “That means tickles. Possibly emotional manipulation. Maybe even sad puppy eyes.”
You raised a brow. “Sad puppy eyes?”
“Don’t make me use them. I only bring those out in times of dire distress.”
You leaned closer. “Dire distress, huh?”
He nodded seriously. “Being denied access to my beautiful girlfriend while she changes definitely counts.”
You smirked. “You do know I’m literally wearing your shirt right now, right?”
“Exactly!” he said, exasperated. “It’s my shirt! I should have visitation rights!”
You pushed him back onto the bed, laughing as he sprawled out dramatically.
“You know what?” he said after a beat. “I’m not even mad.”
“No?”
He turned to look at you, grin softening into something unexpectedly sincere.
“Nah,” he said. “Honestly… I kinda like that you can still mess with me. Keeps me on my toes.”
You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I like keeping you on your toes.”
“Even if it gives me a heart attack?”
“Especially then.”
He laughed, catching your wrist and pulling you down gently until you were curled beside him, his arm around your shoulders and your face tucked under his chin.
There was a comfortable silence, the kind that only came from years of knowing each other — of late nights spent curled up in each other’s arms, of inside jokes and shared toothbrushes and too many burned pizzas.
Then, softly, Denki murmured, “Just for the record…”
“Mm?”
“If you ever wanna play the shy, innocent ‘you can’t see me change’ thing again…”
You looked up.
“…Warn me next time, so I can record my meltdown and sell it for emotional damage compensation.”
You laughed. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“And proud of it.” He grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “But seriously—next time you want to get undressed, just say the word.”
“Oh yeah?”
He smirked. “I’ll help.”
“DENKI!”
Sero Hanta — “You’re Kicking Me Out? Now?”
There were few things Hanta Sero liked more than chilling at home with you after a long day of hero work.
You made the couch feel like heaven. You made the quiet feel full. And, for the record, you looked criminally good in his oversized shirt and fuzzy socks, dancing around the apartment while brushing your teeth and mumbling some song under your breath.
So yeah, this was his peace.
You were his peace.
Which is why you decided to cause a little chaos.
He was lounging on the floor, back against the couch, halfway into a bag of chips, watching you wander into the bedroom and start rifling through your drawers.
You called over your shoulder like it was nothing.
“Hey, babe? Can you leave the room for a sec? I’m gonna change.”
Crunch.
Sero froze.
You smirked to yourself. You didn’t even need to turn around to know he had gone completely still — chip halfway to his mouth, brows scrunched in betrayal.
“…What?” he finally said.
You kept your voice casual. “I need to change. Alone.”
There was a pause.
“Alone?” he echoed, voice full of offense. “Alone alone? Like—you want me to leave?”
“Yes.”
“Babe.” He popped up so fast it was almost comical. “We live together. We shower together. I’ve seen you eat ramen in nothing but panties and a top that your boobs we’re practically hanging out of. Now you’re telling me I’m not allowed in my own bedroom?”
You shrugged. “It’s just for a minute.”
His footsteps padded into the doorway. You could feel his baffled stare on your back.
“…Is this a test?”
“Nope.”
“Am I being punk’d?”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Nope.”
He walked in a little more. “Okay. So, you’re telling me that my girlfriend — the woman who literally flashed me by accident on a mission once and didn’t even blink — is suddenly shy?”
You turned to face him with a straight face. “Yes.”
His jaw dropped.
“Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
He threw his arms up dramatically. “This is it. You’ve hit your villain arc. You’re breaking up with me in the most cruel, intimate way possible. Clothing-based emotional exile.”
You cracked — you couldn’t hold in your giggles anymore.
Sero narrowed his eyes immediately. “Oh my god. You’re messing with me.”
“No I’m not!” you lied.
He crossed his arms. “You are such a brat.”
You beamed. “I love you.”
“That’s what all the evil masterminds say before unleashing their plots.” He backed out of the room anyway, standing just beyond the doorway, leaning on the frame like he was still deciding whether to respect the prank or call you out for it.
You moved toward the door slowly, still acting like you were getting ready to close it.
He frowned.
“Wait… you’re really doing this?”
You nodded, biting your lip dramatically.
“…Babe.”
“What?”
“I like watching you change.”
You burst out laughing.
He took a step forward. “No, I’m serious. You’ve ruined me. If you take your sweater off and I’m not in the room, I get physically ill.”
“Are you quoting a fanfiction about me?”
“Probably. I’d write it myself if I could.”
You crossed your arms, grinning. “So you’re upset.”
“I’m distraught.”
“Because I’m asking for some privacy?”
“No. Because you think I’m the kind of man who will just leave without a fight.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Sweetheart,” he said, voice dropping a few tones, his smile turning lazy, “I know exactly what’s under that shirt. I folded that lingerie last week. Don’t pretend I’m not allowed to see it.”
Your face flushed.
“Oh, now you’re quiet?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Okay, okay, you win.”
He stepped into the room fully now, grin widening. “So you were pranking me.”
“Guilty”
He pulled you into a hug without hesitation, arms wrapped around your waist, voice warm in your ear.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know.”
“…Also lucky I didn’t blow a fuse and storm the room.”
“You were close.”
“Honestly, yeah.”
He pulled back, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “But for the record?”
You blinked up at him.
“If you ever tell me to leave again,” he murmured, “you better be naked by the time I come back.”
Your jaw dropped. “Sero!”
“What?” he shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying. If you’re kicking me out, I expect rewards.”
You buried your face in his chest with a dramatic groan. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably in love,” he corrected.
You peeked up at him. “So, I’m forgiven?”
He pretended to think. “Mmm… Only if I get to help you undress this time.”
You reached up, flicked his forehead, and laughed when he caught your hand and kissed it instead.
“Deal,” he said, pulling you closer. “Now change. I’ll sit here like a good boyfriend and totally not peek.”
꒰ 切島鋭児郎 ꒱ › kirishima is terrified of hurting you. mdni.
pro hero! kirishima x fem! reader. öral ⇢ m! receiving
eijirou kirishima is the perfect boyfriend in every conceivable way. he remembers your coffee order. he brings you back little trinkets from patrol routes that made him think of you. he ties your shoes for you because he doesn’t want you tripping over your laces. he guides you through crowds with his hand on the small of your back. he’s respectful, he’s kind, he’s your rock.
and he’s the perfect gentleman. he’ll kneel at the foot of your bed, broad shoulders nudging your thighs apart, ruby eyes dark with reverence that almost makes you feel shy. he’s meticulous, tracing every dip and curve of you with his tongue until you’re a writhing, whimpering mess, clawing at his spiky hair and the sheets.
he gets off on it, you know he does. he lets low groans out against your skin, his hips rut against your mattress, and he dons a blissed-out grin when he finally emerges, face glistening and eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. he loves it. he loves pleasing you.
but the second the tables turn, he pulls away from you so quickly it gives you whiplash. your lips will trail south, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses against his toned abs. your fingers will slip beneath the waistband of his boxers, intent on returning the favor he so eagerly bestows upon you. and without fail, he’ll stop you.
he’ll thread his fingers through yours, stopping their descent, and cup your chin, angling your face up towards his to capture your lips in a kiss that’s meant to distract you.
the first time you tried to sink to your knees in front of him, he’d looked absolutely horrified. his eyes went wide, his sharp teeth biting into his lower lip as he pulled you back up, stammering something about how you’re a goddess and he should be the one on his knees.
you’d laughed it off then, thinking it was just some ‘manly’ notion he had. but it kept happening. and after six months of frustrating one-sidedness, the novelty has worn off, replaced by gnawing insecurity.
you’ve endured months of him eating you out with fervor and gently redirecting your hands every time you try to touch him.
you’re starting to believe the worst. that he can’t get it up around you. that you don’t turn him on, that he finds you so unappealing that he’d rather focus solely on your pleasure than face the embarrassment of his own lack of it. the thought makes you sick to your stomach.
kirishima comes to your apartment tonight looking exhausted. he’s had a grueling twelve-hour shift that involved a building collapsing and too many civilians to carry to safety. he’d swung by his own agency just long enough to shower and change, and now he’s here, collapsing onto your sofa with a heavy sigh.
his hair is slightly damp, devoid of its usual sharp spikes and gravity-defying gel. it falls in soft, red waves around his shoulders, making him look softer, more vulnerable. he’s in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose graphic t-shirt. all you want to do is curl up in his lap and never let him go.
“long day?” you murmur, settling beside him and running your fingers through his damp hair. he hums, leaning into your touch like a starved animal.
“the longest,” he sighs, turning his head to press a kiss into the divot of your palm. “i missed you.”
the words are a balm to your bruised ego. you shift, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “i missed you too, ei.”
you begin peppering soft kisses against his jawline, trailing down to the column of his throat. his skin is warm, and you can feel his pulse fluttering beneath your lips. he sighs, his hands come to rest on your hips, holding you close.
you rock against him. you want to feel him, want that reassurance that he does want you. you’re rewarded almost instantly. you can feel him growing hard beneath you, a thick pressure against your core that sends a jolt through you.
but then his huge hands tighten on your hips, stilling your movements. “slow down baby,”
you pull back, looking down at him. his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. “what’s wrong?” you ask, sounding so much smaller than you’d like.
“mhh just give me a second,” he grits out, eyes still closed
something inside you snaps. you scramble off his lap, standing over him with a frown etched across your lips. “is there something wrong with me?” you ask, your voice shaking
his eyes fly open at your tone, wide with alarm. he sits up straight, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. “whoa, whoa, hey. it’s not you. it’s never been you.”
“then what is it, ei?” you hate how sad his name sounds coming out of your mouth, “because i’m starting to think you’re just not attracted to me.”
he’s on his feet in an instant, crossing the space between you. he looks so devastated “no. god, no, don’t ever think that. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. i want you so much it hurts. that’s . . that’s the problem.”
you stare at him, completely lost. “that makes no sense.”
he runs a hand through his soft hair, pacing your small living room. he looks so, so conflicted. “it’s my quirk,” he finally says, his voice barely a whisper. he stops pacing and looks at you, his expression so vulnerable it makes your heart ache. “i’ve always been insecure about it, you know? but this is different. i’m scared of it. i’m scared of hurting you with it.”
you blink. “your quirk? ei, what are you talking about? you’re not going to hurt me.”
“i don’t know!” he bursts out, “i have this irrational fear, okay? i’m convinced that if you . . .touch me. .” the thought alone is enough to make his cheeks rosy, “. . i’ll lose control completely. my quirk will activate without me meaning for it to! and my dick will get really hard, like hardening quirk hard, and i’ll hurt you . . i’d never forgive myself.”
you stare at him, mouth agape. you’re trying to process his words, to wrap your head around the sheer absurdity of it. “you’re serious?” you finally manage to say.
“yeah,” he says, looking miserable. “i think i’ll enjoy it too much and end up hurting the person i love more than anything. and i can’t. i just can’t.”
you can’t help but laugh. it’s not funny, not really, but the relief you feel is so overwhelming it’s all you can do. he’s not rejecting you. he’s not unattracted to you. he’s just . . an idiot. a sweet, well-meaning idiot who loves you so much he’s terrified of his own body.
“oh, ei,” you sigh, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. you press your face against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “you’re so silly.”
he stiffens, but then his arms come around you, holding you tight. “so you’re not . . mad?”
“i’m not mad,” you say, pulling back to look up at him. “i’m going to prove you wrong.”
he looks wary. “or you’ll prove me right”
“we’re going to start small,” you say, a slow smile spreading across your face. “i’ll only suck your tip. that way, at most, i’ll get a little cut on my lip.”
he hesitates, his ruby eyes searching yours. you can see the conflict within him: his desire versus his fear. he’s so pent up from hero work, from months of denying himself. and you’re looking at him with so much trust, so much love. the thought of your lips wrapped around him, your eyes watering as you look up at him . . . it’s too tempting. it’s a fantasy he’s had for months, one he’s ruthlessly suppressed.
“okay,” he breathes. “okay. but if i start hurting you please stop. immediately.”
“deal,” you agree, taking his hand and leading him towards your bedroom.
he sits on the edge of your bed, looking like he’s about to face a villain and not a blowjob. you kneel in front of him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, and he tenses, but he doesn’t stop you. you pull them down, along with his boxers, and his cock springs free.
he’s huge. impressively big. it’s your first time seeing all of him, and you can’t help but stare. he’s thick and long, with a prominent vein running up the underside. the tip is flushed a deep, angry red, already beading with precum.
you reach out and wrap your hand around his base, and he stiffens, a sharp hiss escaping his teeth. but he doesn’t push you away. you take your sweet time, leaning in to press soft, wet kisses against his length, starting at the base and working your way up. his hips buck and a soft whimper escapes his lips.
he’s so sensitive. you’ve barely touched him and he’s already falling apart.
you reach his tip, and you can’t resist. you stick out your tongue and swirl it around the head, lapping up the salty precum. he nearly cums on the spot. his whole body jerks, and he lets out a strangled moan, his hands fisting in the duvet beneath him.
“fuuuck,” he gasps, his voice ragged. “oh, fuck.”
you smile, then take his leaking tip between your lips. you suck roughly, taking him even deeper so his tip bumps against the roof of your mouth. it feels so good, the weight of him on your tongue, the sounds he’s making. he’s petrified, you can feel it in the taut line of his muscles
“careful, baby,” he murmurs, “oh, god, careful. mghh, feels so good.”
you ignore his warning. you take him into your mouth inch by inch, bobbing your head. it’s all so lewd, so intimate. the wet sounds of your mouth on him, the way his breath hitches, he’s so close, you can feel it in the way his thighs are trembling. in the desperate sounds he’s making.
“i’m . . i’m gonna cum,” he warns, his voice breaking. “baby, i’m gonna cum. you should hah pull back. .”
he expects you to listen, to pull your lips off and let him finish himself off. it’ll be safer that way. but you have no intention of stopping. you want to taste him, to swallow him down, to prove to him once and for all that he’s incapable of hurting you.
you keep sucking, keep bobbing your head, taking him deeper and with a loud, broken cry, he cums. his whole body stiffens and he spurts hot, thick ropes of cum into your mouth. it’s so much. you swallow it down greedily, your eyes never leaving his.
he’s panting, chest heaving, when you finally pull off with a soft pop. he’s so sure he’s somehow cut open your tongue, shattered your teeth, done some irreparable damage.
you smile and stick out your tongue, showing him that you’re perfectly fine.“see?” you say, your voice a little smug. “i told you it’d be fine.”
he pulls you up into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “i love you” he murmurs into your hair, voice thick with emotion. “so much”
you just grin, already thinking of ways to get him to let his guard down even more. you have a feeling it won’t take too much convincing
Your hips swayed as you walked through the heat, eyes on you as you held a tray of cups. You knew they were staring at you. It was your mission to keep those men distracted while your team did the work they needed to do. It was why your hips were basically open for viewing and so was your entire midriff.
Your usual chest wrap was discarded for jewels and a piece of clothing that you thought could barely cover your areolas let alone be considered a chest covering. Regardless, you moved with your back straight and your head held high.
"Hey gorgeous." You paused as you turned your head to your right. A drunk man sat holding a pitcher of ale. He was not your target. You knew the men that were your targets were already leaving the room with your comrades to be dealt with. You raised an eyebrow at the drunk man who had clearly had one more pitcher of ale than he was supposed to. He reeked of it as he smiled up at you. "How about you come over here and give me a show."
You let out a scoff and leaned down close to his face. "My time is up, handsome. How about I see you tomorrow and then you can have your show?" You tapped his nose and turned around. Without looking back you kept walking. You walked out of the bar door to the backrooms where the employees often were.
You dropped the train down and headed straight to the back door. The air outside tonight was hot and humid. It stuck against your skin as if it was another person. Your shoulders dropped as you were finally alone into the night. The moon was bright as ever on the island of Yuuie. You stretched your wings that felt much better in the fresh air.
Rolling your shoulders, you made your way into the woods away from the Inn and tavern that you were working at. Your steps guided you more than your sight did. You had seen the lake while you were flying over the area two days ago. You were hoping there wouldn't be anyone at the lake, however you doubted there would be anyone.
Afterall at this time of night near the Deridian woods, you doubted any soul would go out alone by themselves. Of course, you had been in far worse places for you, so you could never be scared of such woods. Even if you knew that a Red dragon was in the area.
You moved a low hanging branch aside and you finally saw site of it. The glowing luminescent algae clung to some of the rocks, lighting up the water in shades of light neon green and purple. It was a beautiful lake. So beautiful that you silently wished that you were not leaving so soon away from this area.
Walking towards the edge of the water, you undid your wrappings and took off your jewels carefully. Your wings shivered as a chain brushed them. You undid the wraps around your hips finally and wrapped your clothes in it before laying them outside the pool.
Underneath your feet were the small pebbles and smooth rocks that quickly got deeper as you progressed into the water. The cool water was heaven against your skin and just what you needed after a long day. You sucked in a breath as the water touched your tummy. You furrowed your eyebrows with a soft groan left your lips. You closed your eyes and dropped yourself into the water before bursting back out again.
The sudden temperature difference shocked your system but was just what you needed. You wiped water out of your face as you swam deeper into the water. With you deeper in the water, your wings fluffed themselves and moved to rinse themselves.
You heard a deep chuckle which did not surprise you at all. "How come you always look like a fucking bird everytime you get into water?" You could hear the smirk in his voice.
You couldn't help but smile at the question. "Wings are wings, Katsuki."
"Are they? I thought you were an angel, Y/N?" He asked. The sound of his belt hitting the floor made your spine shiver. You knew this would happen. After seeing the way he looked at you hours earlier when you were still inside the tavern, you were counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours till this very moment.
"I am."
"Then why..." You felt big hands grab your waist and pull you. You let out a shocked gasp as you were pressed against his chest. Your wings twitched at the feeling of him. Your rear against his pelvis. He moved to put his mouth to your jaw, kissing your skin. You sighed as you relaxed. "were you acting like such a succubus in there?" He practically growled against your ear.
You glanced back at him. "Your hard plan needed better implementation."
"Really?" Katsuki asked amusedly, he spun you around making you look at each other eye to eye.
His red crimson eyes, those eyes that always seemed to be more blood then light bared down at you. The sight of him always had you quivering. It was really such a shame such a handsome physique and features was on a face that was almost always perpetually in a scowl.
But not now.
Never now.
Not when he had you in his arms, his hands on your waist as he pulled you against him. Your pebbled hard nipples brushed against his chest as he kept you flat against him. You could feel his hard length between your legs, twitching and tapping against your lips.
"Indeed, my prince." You drew your hands out of the water to glide up his muscular arms, your hands feeling the smooth glide of his pale skin. "But you can not possibly be threatened by men looking at me. The Great Katsuki Bakugo, prince of the Barbarians, threatened by mere human men."
His large hands tightened on your hips, his thumbs rubbing across your skin. "Human men that were looking at you."
"My my, what can we do about that?" You asked as your hands reached his shoulders and up his neck to link behind his neck. "What do you wish for, my prince? To gauge their eyes out for looking upon your angel? To have them flogged?"
A low growl came out of him as he kept you tighter against him. "That's a start." He rumbled as he leaned down and kissed you. His kisses were rarely ever sweet and gentle. Right now he was diving deep into your mouth as if trying to find something inside you. It had your stomach flipping and your abdomen tensing.
You moaned against his lips, as you opened your mouth allowing his tongue inside. You moved your hips, allowing your thighs to brush against his cock. Katsuki groaned. "Fuck." He licked your bottom lip and his large arms lifted your up out the water and had you wrapping your legs around him. He was back against your mouth kissing you so deeply you almost forgot where he ended and you began.
Being in a relationship with a barbarian was not an easy feat. Afterall they were a very violent and rather rough race of people. Katsuki embodied them. he was their prince and could not afford to look weak, even with his prized partner.
You felt him move with you towards the deeper edge wall of the lake. You moved your head back, tilting up to gasp for air. Katsuki's lips moved down your neck, licking and sucking marks into your skin. You whimpered at the feeling of him.
"Katsuki." You moaned as you looked down between the both of you.
Katsuki let out a low hum as he moved one of his hands between your legs, shoving two fingers inside you. You groaned as you moved your hips, trying to get his fingers deeper. You had been needy all day, and you had been hoping, begging, praying for this exact moment. You didn't want soft.
Lucky for you, Katsuki wasnt exactly known for being soft.
Katsuki chuckled. "Fucking would have taken you right there in that tavern if I knew you were this fucking wet." He chuckled.
You laughed, a part of you knowing that it was true. "As if you would allow another man to see my pussy- AHH!" You gasped as you felt him try push the head of his cock in while his fingers were there.
Katsuki grinned, his canines glinting at you dangerously as he tilted his lips. Katsuki was always one to be a sadist amongst all the men you have ever known. He of course did not push you farther than you wished but you knew to him, you were putty in his hand and he wanted to pull and play with you as much as you would mould to him.
He moved his fingers away and slowly pushed into your heat. You let out a deep moan as you tried to sink more onto his cock. Katsuki sucked in a breath. "Oh fuck, slowly angel, slow. I don't want to cum in five strokes." At his words you couldn't help but smile.
You giggled as you moved your hips in his hands, you bit your bottom lip as your wings flared up invitingly. "I'd be honoured, your highness."
At the term of honour, Katsuki moaned before chuckling. "You fucking whore." He pinned your back against the wall and shifted to hold your thigh with one hand and his hand against the rocks behind you with the other.
Without warning, you felt him thrust to the hilt inside you. You gasped your eyes going wide at the sudden fullness inside. Katsuki set a brutal pace, drilling inside you like there was no tomorrow. Were you surprised, not at all, and you were so happy.
Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, your thighs quivering. "Oh fuck~"
"My whore of an angel." Katsuki breathed out as he kept thrusting inside you. His grip was tight, his hands warm as the old magic of his people thrummed in his veins. The water splashed out of the pull of water, no doubt making a mess, not that you could care. You did not even care to try and quieten your moans. Why would you? When Katsuki always fucked you so nicely.
Katsuki faltered as you both heard a whine.
"Aww, you started without me."
The deep voice made Katsuki grin, a light to his eyes that always appeared when he did. You were breathing heavily as you felt the water move not because of the both of you, but because of someone else. A man.
Well... a man wouldn't exactly be the words to described him.
The dragon shifter had steam bubbling up around him, his body temperature always hotter than anything or anyone around him. The red scales that freckled across his bare shoulders and biceps as well as along his hips and thighs shone in the light. His spiraled horns reached to the heavens, gleaming in the light.
Unlike Katsuki's eyes, that were crimson and deadly, his, despite all his colossal size and stature, were more a warm red with a hint of magenta or pink to them. They seemed like the warm colour of a fire than they were pools of blood.
Kirishima Eijiro, first son of the Great Dragon King of the Marashita mountains, walked over to the both of you. "I could hear you both from miles away."
Katsuki scoffed. "Good. Everyone should know who she belongs to." Katsuki gave a thrust inside you making you gasp.
Eijiro shook his head, his long thick locks of red hair moving with him. "You're so possessive, my prince."
"Of course I am." Katsuki barked. "Everyone deserves to hear my name shouted from the he-" His words were cut off as Eijiro had grabbed the back of his sandy brown tufts of hair and smashed his lips against his own. Your prince relaxed against the larger male. The dragon rider opening his mouth for the split tongue of his dragon.
The both of them making out in front of you made you sink a bit more into the water, your walls tightening around Katsuki at the sight.
Katsuki groaned, his eyes closed. Eijiro moved back, smoke curling out of his lips as he grinned. "There. You look so much more relaxed." He leaned his forehead against Katsuki's, his large hand sliding to cup Katsuki's cheek.
Katsuki's ears and cheeks went red as he frowned, more flustered than he was angry. At another squeeze of your cunt around his cock he let out a deep moan. He moved to face you with half a sneer on his face. "Squeezing my cock so pretty just from Eijiro arriving. Tsk. Maybe I should just let you get split in half by him instead."
That made you shiver.
Katsuki was a big man. He was tall and prided himself on his physique that he kept up in order to be the best prince and man he could be. However Eijiro being a dragon... well, he made big an understatement. His thighs were as big as trees and his entire height was above any other man you had ever seen. It didn't help that he had cock that could probably break glass if he swung it hard enough.
Eijiro chuckled. "Now, now, my prince, no need for that unless you really want it. Besides the both of you gave me quite the show, I'm close anyways." He shrugged as he let go of Katsuki and walked over to you. He cupped your face and kissed your nose making you smile. Eijiro always treated you like you were the most precious stone in his horde (unless he was in his mating season). He smiled down at you as a low purr came out of his chest. "Mind helping me, angel? All I need is that pretty little mouth of yours for a moment." His cock thick cock twitched as you felt it against your hip.
You grinned as you were between the two men. You had every plan on helping him while Katsuki filled you at the same damn time.
-Glitch1d
A/N: Here damn it! You needy freaks! You keep demanding for some Katsuki and Eijiro so here!😒😏
