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Oneshots!

Mirio

Hide and Seek [smut pt.1]

Good Job [smut pt.1]

Good Job [pt. 2]

Keigo

All Good Things... [smut]

Hook, Line, and Sinker [smut]

What Are You Scared?

Let This One Build... [smut]

Sit TF Down

Superstitious

Movie Nights [smut]

Denki

Plot Twist [smut] [tw: piss]

Quiet Mouse [smut]

Stay Right There [smut]

Like Everyone Else

Those Eyes [smut]

Senses Offline [smut]

Sero

Forget About It

Flirting With the Aux Chord

In Media Res [smut]

Clocking Out

What If It Hurts?

Deku

My Booster Seat [smut]

Straight to the Point [smut]

Kirishima

Shiny and New [smut] [tw:piss]

I Wanna Try

Expectations

Who's Pussy? [smut]

Shinsou

Banging Under the Influence [smut] [tw:piss]

Not This Time, Love [smut]

Let Me Find The Words For This [smut]

That's Japan's Ass pt.2

Shoto

It Was An Accident, I Swear [smut] [tw:piss]

Tender Love and Care

Dabi

My Virgin Eyes

Say It Back [smut]

Ran - Tokyo Revengers

Just A Little Reminder [smut]

Headcannons

You Whore (Respectfully)

Pillow Biting

Can I Wake Up First?

Whoops

Heavy is the Crown pt.2

Easily Broken

Bark Like You Want It

Riddle Me This, Batman

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Easily Broken

A/N: Because a work in progress is being sacrificed for this brief intermission...

Summary: A compilation of the mha boys reacting to shy y/n!'s ahegao.

Warnings: Mindbreak, using toys(a vibe), dumbification, overstimulation, squirting, banter, porn no plot, established relationships

Pairings: Keigo x Y/N, Kirishima x Y/N, Shinsou x Y/N

"I do not make ahegao faces!"

"Yes you do!"

You groan, your face ablaze with a raging blush as you fought for your dignity. Keigo crossed his arms. Obstinate. You turned your head, raising your chin high, physically refusing whatever idea he had that you made those faces during sex. Keigo sighed, a little disappointed that you had chosen pride over curiosity.

"Oh come on, there's no way you even know what you look like," his smirk deepened, "What with the way your eyes cross,"

You groan, "Damn I do not do that!"

"Do too,"

"Do not!"

Somehow your haughty stance morphed into that of a flustered teenager. A stark contrast to the shit-eating grin plastered all over his stupidly cute face.

"I don't believe you," you said, finality entering your tone.

"Hmph, fine, then believe this," Keigo said as he went to hover above where you sat on the couch. After a few swipes on his phone, he handed it to you. You squinted at the screen. A faded white play button was the forefront to a blurry scene. You gave him a skeptical look before pressing play.

You think you audibly gasp when you hear the noises come out at top volume. Your moans. His moans. The faint rustle of the sheets mixing with he way the bedframe creaked when you two were...oh my God. He'd taken a fucking video. When did he even have the time? You were sure you'd remember something like that.

In the midst of your inner turmoil, the camera panned to your back, with his splayed hand making a pretty accent to the base of your spine. You didn't know your ass could ripple like that. Nor did you realize how often Keigo commented on it until watching the video back. You flinch in real life when he spanks 'video' you. And the noise you make. If you had the gall, you'd replay it just to make sure it was really you.

But you wouldn't be in denial for too long. The camera leans in until the sheets cover the screen. And before you can taste relief, the camera flips. Dear God, you didn't even look like yourself. Your eyes are glazed over. Your cheek is smushed against your closed fist which is gripping the sheets with everything you have. He tells you to look at the camera, and you do, with your lip tucked under your teeth and not a rational thought in your head. And right as you thought that would be enough to prove his point, Keigo starts to speed up. And slowly, your eyes cross.

the video ends quickly after that, and Keigo retrieved his phone, fully satisfied in leaving you utterly speechless. And in being right.

"I was gonna send that to you one day but, honestly, seeing your reaction is golden,"

Your felt your eye twitch before you took a deep breath. With a smile like honey, and eyes radiating with venom, you simply said.

"We are never doing it with the lights on, again."

-

You had never been fingered before. At least that's what your boyfriend had to say when you described the last experience you had. You faltered. As far as you were concerned, that guy's fingers did go in. Wasn't that the same thing?

Oh how naive you were. Oh how utterly innocent and mislead you once were before you decided to experience a 'real' fingering.

"K-Kiri..." you stutter under the smooth movements he was painting inside you.

"First name, baby," Kirishima beckoned, both with his words and finger, "Can I add another?"

You nodded, unable to fully get the words out. But luckily, he got the message, and gave you what you needed. You wince from the pressure, wondering why he would want to put two fingers in until your back arched uncontrollably. He would curl his fingers just so, making your entire body shiver. You couldn't close your legs if you wanted to. You tried covering your face with the backs of your hands, but his praises came out so sweetly it made you want to look at him instead.

"Oh, you're doing so good. Here, let me help you. I wanna get you there, sweet thing," he purred as he brought his other hand down to press his thumb into your sensitivity.

You squeal as your legs quiver around his hips.

"Eijirou~ more. More! I'm so close!"

Your voice was something sinful, a melody of his name drowning in desperate mewls. He kept his pace, despite your face becoming a beautiful distraction. Your hips bucked against him as you lost it. He almost paused when you squirted. You didn't just moan, you whined. Your eyes dilated, your brows knitted tight, and your mouth twisted into a cute little opened mouthed grin.

Fuck. He didn't even have to look down to know that face alone had done him in.

-

You were pleading with Shinsou to stop ruining your orgasms. It was weird. You had all the things that would typically push you over the edge checked off the list. You'd already tipped over the edge twice due to his skilled tongue. You'd finished again via that blasted vibe and his fingers toying with your nipples. You'd thought that him pushing in all the way to the back of you would do the trick. But that blasted vibe on your sensitivity. It was so strange. You were so close.

Clenching around his girth, on the verge of another orgasm. You wanted it. You wanted it. You wanted it so bad. You glance up at him, tearfully.

"P-please T-Toshi, I'm so close," you sniffed.

He cocked his head to the side, his gaze sliding shamelessly over your body before he asked, "Why are you crying, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head in an instant. You were too far gone to play civil. Shinsou eased up, as it looked like you were about to have tantrum if he didn't do something. He pulled the vibe away just enough for you to stop sniveling. With his warm palm pressed against you thigh, he threw you a lifeline.

"I recall you begging for this dick earlier, right?" He got an immediate, determined nod, "Well, tell me what you want it to do?"

You look down, a bit lost with the new instruction. See, when you got like this, getting in your head wasn't really necessary to feel good. And, to Shinsou, doing the unnecessary just wasn't the point of the game.

He brought the vibe back against your sensitivity, this time a click higher to help you think about that answer. You whined, loudly shifting to get away. But there was only so far you could go.

"Move! I-I wan' it to m-move," you slurred.

You desperately wanted to rid of that toy until Shinsou granted your wish. As soon as you realized this was it, this was thing that you were missing, all logic became a myth. Your speech didn't get any better either as your attempts to thank him came out like fragments of his name. Oh, and that face. Fuck, who knew you, who were oh so reserved, made such brainless faces. Ecstasy lit up your eyes in a way he never thought he'd get to see. And knowing you were so wrapped in the moment that you were starting to drool was driving him crazy.

Though, as gorgeous as you looked, he'd unintentionally deprive himself of seeing you cum. Not realizing that teasing you with a vibe had indirectly edged him this whole time, too. And while Shinsou was recovering, you got a perfect view of his ahegao, too.

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Bark Like You Want It.

A/N: Finally releasing this from the drafts

Synopsis: Y/N has a habit of breadcrumbing her man. Let's see how they take the hint.

Characters: Sero, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Shoto

Sero may have gone a bit overboard. You were excited that you finally got a day off after a long two weeks of working back to back. All he remembered was you sitting pretty on the edge of the bed in a short satin dress he'd never seen before. And the rest...well, suffice it to say those memories would make it hard for him to leave you for work.

Two weeks of involuntary abstinence left you in a rough state. He'd left so many marks on you. He was lucky you were into getting bitten, otherwise he'd have to muzzle himself just to save you skin. Or he'd just be forced to have you more often. You know, just to make sure you both didn't go too long without utter satisfaction. The sight left him with an interesting dichotomy of thoughts to work with in between hero reports. On the one hand, it was a flat turn-on seeing you with his marks in every spot he could reach. But on the other hand, he knew he had to let you heal. Hell, if he wasn't careful, he'd push you tender body to the brink.

So, Sero made it point that he'd leave you alone. You'd go unscathed tonight. You deserved a moment to rest. As Sero stepped through the threshold of your shared home, he let out a deep breath and called out to let you know he was home. He smirked at your lack of response. You were probably napping. He skipped steps on the way to catch a well-deserved peak at your sleeping face. But what he saw caused a neck-breaking double take.

He pushed the door all the way open to get a full view of you on your back. Your phone hovered over your body. Those hickies led a smattering of highways leading over the curve of your shoulders, the tops of your breasts, and the sweet spots on your neck. You'd traded last night's satin dress for his black wife-beater. You made no move to flip over, simply sending him a clueless upside-down stare. You smirked and turned your attention back to your phone, giving it a few taps until Sero felt his own phone vibrate.

You glanced over at him again, only this time, Sero was in the midst of stripping. Screw it. He'd find a new place to bite you, tonight.

-

He couldn't believe it. An entire weekend had come and gone. And it was Monday morning...again. Another eight hours of his life was to be dedicated to serving his community. Kirishima didn't mind too much. For the most part, high profile cases didn't pose too much of a threat as of late, so his time was usually spent settling minor disputes and patrolling the city. He'd woken up a few seconds before his alarm, groaning from the effort of rolling over and stretching his long arm to turn it off. Only when he reached over, the smooth surface of his phone was absent.

Puzzled, he sat up on his elbows to get a look at the bedside table. His fingers were unintentionally tangled in the fabric of your panties. Odd. He looked beside him to confront you, but you weren't there. Odd. And just as he was about to consider that you were in the kitchen, he heard the shower turn on. He scrutinized the door, as if the wood would somehow give a clue as to what was going on, before he relented and made his way to you. There was no way his sleep-addled mind would keep up with whatever trap you were setting.

Kirishima he caught you bent over, and hard at work with fiddling with the faucet. The curve of your backside created a pretty heart, with your center as the forefront. So this is what you were playing at. The man wasn't going to complain with your willingness to show off. Your giggle echoed off the walls, hinting that peek wasn't all he was in for.

"You really couldn't wait until the water got warm?" you tsked, "Must've woken up before your alarm, again,"

Kirishima smirked and wordlessly held up your panties. Instead of explaining, you simply opened the door to the shower, and beckoned him to join you. His smirk deepened as he shut the door behind him. He could figure out what you wanted from here.

-

Denki removed his headphones before exiting his car and heading around back for the groceries. Shopping was a bit overwhelming for him, but he was determined to be there for you. For the both of you. And if that meant scouring the freezer aisle for enough mixed vegetables to hide the ice scream he would inevitably sneak in behind them, then so be it. As he trekked through the door with his arms filled with every bag (he doesn't believe in two trips), Denki found himself at an immediate stand still.

There you were, completely in the nude, and perched on the countertop. His jaw dropped like he had never seen it before. To be quite honest, he rarely gave you the chance to be this forward, as he typically was the one to get something started between you two. It wasn't until your head tilted in question that he realized he had to take the bait.

Denki reacted as if every neuron in his brain was firing off commands faster than his body could catch up. Within seconds, the groceries had migrated from the floor, to the sink, then finally landed on the kitchen island. He even took his keys and wallet out his pockets before he took his shirt off, which got you to giggle. His ears were bright red once he finally got close partly because he had to fight with his headphones around his neck before he succeeded in getting at least half naked for you. The newfound proximity he'd gained gave him enough clarity to land a warm kiss to your lips.

Denki pulled away, panting from his own fiasco, "Hey baby. You should've sent me a pic if you were needy."

"Oh yeah? And would you finish getting the groceries?"

He blinked, already forgetting the errand he'd just gotten back from, "The what?"

-

Shinsou flinched upon feeling your arms snake around his shoulders. He should have figured that you would be in here at some point, wanting his attention. Funnily enough, you only went to find him when he was actively doing something. When he was sleeping, you crawled right next to him under the covers. When he was watching a movie on the couch, you settled right on his lap before the beginning credits ended. And now, a mere thirty minutes into his game, you had your face snuggled in his neck.

It was a comforting notion, knowing that you weren't far behind. He reached for one of your hands to bring to his lips, then laid it on his chest. He set his thumbs back on the buttons, maneuvering his character through the picturesque terrain, mildly aware of the way your hand rubbed slow circles around his heartbeat.

Your lips pressed a cluster of kisses on his neck. Soft and intentional. He found himself straightening a bit more to keep his focus from going lazy. Your touch was hypnotic, which was great when you were cuddling. But as he was fighting for his life in a dungeon crawler, he was set with a difficult decision. Either he'd peel you off him somehow, or he would have to pause the game.

The choices argued for dominance in his head, until you provided the final push. That hand that was on his chest had slowly dragged down down down between his legs. Suddenly, his hand snatched yours, making you squeak. Before you could pull away, Shinsou brought you in for a deep kiss. And with your hand engulfed in his, it was an easy trip from his hips to his hardening groin.

He pulled away with a crooked smile.

"You had my attention, doll," His hand squeezed around yours, "Now you got my interest."

-

Shoto blinked a couple times as he stared at the screen. You had just sent him a photo of a light blue g-string with a metal butterfly at the intersection on the back. The idea was that, when worn, the piece would mimic a tramp stamp. You fidgeted uncontrollably and giddy as the bubbles at the bottom of your screen danced for a little bit before you got an answer.

Shoto: Are these yours? I don't think I seen them before.

You giggle as you send back your bait.

You: No, baby. I was just thinking of getting them.

Shoto: Okay baby. They look nice. Should I get them for you?

He straightened in his seat as he set his phone down. That last message sat there for hours. It didn't make sense. Usually when you wanted something you'd ask straight out. In fact, he didn't even have to ask you send a link to whatever store you clothing came from. You did it automatically, knowing that this was the way he wanted to provide for you. There wasn't any other logical reason for him to be making this much money if not to get you things on a whim. But there wasn't a link. You didn't ask. You didn't even answer his question.

Shoto jumped, as a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in?" he beckoned.

You stepped in with a sweet smile on your face. Shoto popped up and came around the desk to meet you, though he didn't get far. You had gracefully crossed the floor, and within seconds you were already nuzzling his neck. Shoto pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small chuckle.

"What a surprise," he crooned as he wrapped his arms around you, "Why didn't you answer my text, love? Did you get distracted?"

You pulled away slightly, "You could say that,"

Shoto's arms fell by your sides as you put a modicum of space between you. You turned and guided his hands to the hem of your shirt. His cheeks flared up. Here? Now?

"Go ahead, pull it up a little bit," you ushered.

Shoto's eyes flickered up to yours, then at his hands, then back to your eyes.

You giggle, "It's okay baby. Just peek,"

With his lip tucked in his teeth and gently rucked up the back of your shirt. A familiar metal butterfly glistened in the fluorescent lights. He paused for a second. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of your skin frying his brain, or if it was the idea that he knew exactly what you were wearing. But just to be sure, he slipped a finger under the waistband of your jeans a peaked at the light blue string running into your ass.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"How do you like it baby?"

With his hands anchored in you waistband and shirt, he guided you backwards until you were sitting in his lap. You gasped as his finger traveled deeper down the string. His head nuzzled in the corner of your shoulder.

"I love it, but I'm gonna need more than a peek,"

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Movie Nights

A/N: more of a drabble than outright smut. if there are any ideas that I haven't done yet, regarding the spicy content, let me know!

Pairing: Keigo x Y/N

Warnings: sexy conversations

Keigo didn't want to be a perv. But everytime you two got together for your weekly movie nights he found himself balls deep inside before the end of it. It was funny because he didn't think that you were like that. Three months ago, when you had agreed to date him, he pretty much had you figured out. And he had rationalized in his mind that, if you ever did say yes, he would have to take it slow with you. Feel out how you liked being touched.

He thinks it's been about a month and half since you first did it. You were quiet, yet intentional. Your gingers easily slipped into the fine hairs of his undercut, while your other hand smoothed down his neck. The feeling dulled once you had reached his shirt. And he quickly decided that having clothes on while kissing you just wasn't going to cut it. But he did ask. To which you offered a nod. And for the first time, he doubted your silence. Maybe this time, you weren't saying anything was because you truly weren't ready.

He shook his head, his previous excitement tempered with gentle concern.

"If you want this, I need you to say that you do," his face softened up just enough to lighten the seriousness of his tone.

Suddenly, everything around you in that moment felt amplified. Like you were onstage instead of sitting in the audience. It felt vulnerable. Not because you wanted it. But because you were about to tell him what you wanted. Your eyes find your balled up fists in a flash. You could feel that he was looking at you, assessing your every move. You looked for your usual places when you were thinking. The dresser, the TV, the wall behind his head. But none of them felt comfortable.

You settled on his eyes which found yours in an instant.

You took a breath before you whisper, "I want this, Keigo,"

Yeah, he was sure that it would be a month before that happened again. And later that week, during your movie night, he was proven oh so wrong. He knew the saying: 'first time's a surprise. Second time's a pattern'. Everytime, without fail, you two would lay together, with you on top, straddling his hips. You would get restless at some point, shifting every once an while until he caught on that you were straight up grinding on him.

It was a bit of a blur after that, but he definitely could call it intense. And now, a mere hour into the movie you picked out, he felt your hips start to shift. He had to hide his smirk. Something about anticipating it made it that more amusing to him. He slipped a hand under the hem of your shirt, as he shifted up on his elbow to prop you both up.

"You know, you could just ask," he stated.

"Ask for what?" you stuttered, visibly confused.

Keigo sat up against the headboard, bringing you with him on his lap. He couldn't help but smile as you gawked at him.

"Have you ever noticed that whenever we have these movie nights, we always end up fucking?"

He gave you second to catch up, and the second you did, you pulled back, defensive.

"Don't get me wrong, I am happy to fuck the mario coins out of you. I just wonder why you don't add that to the 'can we watch a movie?' text,"

Your defensive tone juxtaposed your sheepish stance. You just couldn't seem to look him in the eye.

"Well, for one I don't sound like that. And two, how do you expect me to just text that out of nowhere?" you reasoned.

Keigo held up a finger to grab his phone. He took a second to type something out and send it your phone. You give him the stink eye as you check it.

From: Babyyy <3 Can we fuc?

Unimpressed, you carry on with conversation.

"I'm not saying that to you in the middle of the day. What if you, I dunno, what if you're on patrol? Or talking to another hero?"

Keigo shrugs," I have a lunch break. We can sneak away then,"

"Kei!" you shout barely above a whisper.

"What? You're the only one trying to keep up appearances here,"

You fold your arms, "Oh yeah, well what's stopping you?"

He visibly stumbled, "Pardon?"

"Yeah, what's stopping you from sending a text like that? Since it's so easy,"

Keigo paused before coming up with a brilliant counter, "I asked you first,"

You blanch before rolling your eyes as he snickered, "You are such a child,"

He didn't bother to prove otherwise as he whined, "Come on do it. Just say it,"

You grimace at his giddy wiggling. Getting humbled by second-grade comebacks was not the preamble you were intending. But, there were worse ways of coming onto someone. You resign with a sigh, but before you get the words out, Keigo lifts your chin so you can see him. There's a level of anticipation undercutting the abiding desire in his gaze. You steel your nerves with a breath and say:

"Can we...fuck tonight?"

You weren't sure why you didn't expect him to go for it after taking the slightest second to revel in the way those words sounded. But if you could have a clue as to what your words did for him, you'd think it was same feeling you got when you heard him say:

"Yes,"

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Riddle Me This, Batman

A/N: This is as close to rage-bait post as it gets over here. Anyway, black readers to the front please!

Summary: the boys find out that there is such a thing as not being attracted to black girls. I know, crazy right.

Pairing: Bakugo x Y/N, Sero x Y/N, Deku x Y/N, Todoroki x Y/N

Warning: heavy conversations, racial insecurity, fluff and angst, comfort

Bakugo

"Hey babe,"

"Mh?"

"When did you realize I was pretty?"

"Excuse me?"

You hovered near the arm of the couch, your eyes trained on your fingers while you boyfriend studied you like you in utter bewilderment. His worry lines only deepened when you looked up at him. You could barely hide your smirk, much to his chagrin.

"I said, when did you realize I was pretty?"

That's what he thought you said. Now, he had to sit up to fully take in what you were saying. He blinks, his face scrunched in scrutiny. It was really a mix of scrutiny and disgust at the very thought of somehow not being attracted to you.

"Why the fuck are you asking me that?" he barks back.

"I dunno, why aren't you answering the question?" you throw back, innocently.

His eyes narrow, "Because your question is dumb. Where did you get that?"

You shake your head,"What do you mean 'where; I...you really haven't heard of it before?" Bakugo's brow twitched in response. You gesture to yourself as you speak, "You do realize your dating a black woman, right?"

"So?"

You shake your head with a sigh. You guessed you'd salve his mind with an explanation now.

"It's like a thing. You know, if you're black dating outside your race you have to think about if they like black women. So...when did you realize I was attractive,"

Bakugo looked off into the distance. For some reason, this information wasn't adding up. And he would've written it off, if it weren't for the lingering discomfort in the air. He glanced back at you.

"You...I...Let me get this straight," Now he was getting up. To anyone else, this would send alarm bells through their head or it would at least be enough to make one back down from their antics. But you stood perfectly still as he started to pace while he spoke, "You thought that because you're black and I'm Japanese that... that I wouldn't find you attractive?"

You simply shrug again and he can't believe it. Here he was chilling on your couch, and never once did he question such a thing. He looked you up again, this time objectively. You were beautiful in this light, the warm bulbs in the living room doing your skin a major favor. He found himself staring a you, running your question over and over in his head. Nah, you were fucking with him. He monitored his scowl as he neared you.

"I don't know what ignorant fuck had you believing that guys outside your race wouldn't be into you. But to answer your dumb as fuck question," He bent down til his red gaze burned into yours, "It only took one look. And despite you rage-baiting me every other day, I'm finding every reason to show you irresistible you are to me,"

He throws you off for a second, his intensity laced with something a bit more sobering than minor annoyance. You fill in the space between you.

"You're cute when you get angry. Did you know that?" you coo.

You go to smooth a hand over his chest. He slowly raises his hands, circling his fingers over your wrists. Both of you stayed like that for a while soaking in the silence until you tried to pull away. You try again, and you try once more before realizing he wasn't trying to let you go.

"Uh, B-baby? Baby chill, I was just playing,"

His scowl morphs into an easy grin as he watches you attempt to wrench your hands back. Cute, but you had him standing up now. And, frankly, he was just getting started with your little game.

Sero

You pressed record as you wandered into Sero's room with a blanket. You had just began posting couple content online, and you decided that tonight would be a good night to get a little update on your shared page. You tossed Sero the blanket and got settled on the bed while Sero crawled toward you. You both were a portrait of cuteness. With Sero wrapping you from behind with the blanket, and twin grins on your faces, the lovey-dovey feels were unmistakable.

Sero nuzzled your neck as he squeezed you tightly, "What are you gonna tag this one?"

You sway with him as you think, "Hm, how about 'when your man is down with the brown' ?"

Sero snorted. You pull away only a fraction. Sero whines at the loss while you fix him with a raised brow.

"What you laughing for? It's cute," you muse.

"Nothing it's just...you got me sounding like a chocolate chaser,"

You scoff, "I'm sorry, is that a bad thing?"

Sero settled on his side fixing you with a smug look, "Well, you see I'm kinda in a relationship. And I don't want other girls getting the wrong idea..."

You raise a finger to protest, though you can't really counter it properly. So you settle for mocking his voice. Sero accepts his victory with a little chuckle before pulling you in to start movie night with you.

"Wait, how the fuck do you know about 'chocolate chaser'?"

Sero froze, offering a slight side eye before quickly looking away.

"I...may have had a phase," You gasp as Sero curls in on himself, " Don't start,"

"Nah, nah, nah, mister. Tell me about this phase,"

Sero rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Alright, well back at my old elementary school my first crush was a black girl in my class. And once I got to middle school it was mainly black and brown kids so black girls were always in my 'orbit', so to speak,"

"Hm, am I apart of this phase?" you ask.

He face spoke before he could. He looked absolutely taken aback, a reaction that made you laugh. Sero shook his head.

"Mh mh, nah. I'm tired of the single life. If you're not endgame, then I'm just gonna have to die," Sero stated as his long arms wrapped and dragged you into his lap.

"You are so dramatic!," you say as you fight off his aggressive nuzzling.

"No dramatics. I will jump off he balcony, right now if you tell me you're not endgame,"

You pull away and the two of you have a small stand off. It was like the silence was egging you on, daring you to test his resolve. You open your mouth.-

"Alright," Sero slipped right off the bed and headed for the balcony door while you scrambled after him to drag him back to bed.

Deku

"I didn't know you had an accent!"

Deku said that to you a couple days ago. You were on the phone with a friend of yours. While deep in conversation, Deku caught you in the kitchen. He'd heard bits and pieces of the tea. And he couldn't help but notice some differences. Your tone was expressive. Something wild and colorful, illustrating every word in honest emotion. Your vowels stretched into a cadence he wasn't entirely familiar with. And, without thinking, those words blurted out of him. The way you looked at him like you'd been caught in a crime. He even held his breath, waiting for a response. What he got was you abruptly reassuring your friend you were still on the phone as you walked away.

Fuck, he screwed up. But he didn't know what went wrong. So, two days after the incident, he made it a point to apologize. And to hopefully take notes on how to never piss you off like that again.

Deku strangled his poor hoodie between his sweaty hands, a peace offering for his blunder. You swung the door open, and you looked almost ready to shoo him away before realizing who he was. You looked...surprised to see him. Weird.

"Hey, uh, did you get my text that I was coming?"

His voice snaps you out of it. You respond sheepishly, "Yeah I uh... Come in,"

Deku can't help but feel like he was a stranger, as opposed to your boyfriend of eight months. It was weird. Everything was normal. You eased into talking about work as he followed you into the kitchen, your calming cadence coming out smooth and pointed. It was like you were manually controlling each word that came out of your mouth, flooding him with what was familiar. Suddenly, it didn't feel like he was talking to you. Before you could offer him something to drink, Deku spoke up.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me about your accent?"

You pause. Your brows crease as you think over an excuse. But Deku is faster.

"I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought it sounded cute. And I'd never heard you talk like that. Well, you don't talk to me like that, and I'm wondering why you don't. Like is that your natural accent or-"

"H-hang on Deku. One question at a time," You plead, raising a hand in placation.

"Why do you hide your accent?"

You shift against the counter, unsure of how to word it correctly. Well, layman's terms it was.

"I didn't think you'd like it. Back when we first met, I genuinely thought you didn't fuck with black girls. So when we got together I...I dunno I just subconsciously masked it,"

Deku rarely showed his anger. Even now, his face was neutral. the only tell being the way his jaw twitched as he processed what you said. He blew out a sigh, shaking his head while he relaxed himself.

"I have a suit in my trunk. I'll make reservations. You, on the other hand, are going to find something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are, and I am going to spend the entire night showing you how much I adore you," he tipped your chin up with his index finger. His bushy eyebrows furrowed in determination, with those focused green eyes snatching your attention instantly, "I love you. I chose you. Please, let me choose you again, tonight."

Shoto

Shoto did exceptionally well at his first cookout. Mind you, he'd already met your parents on a separate occasion. And won their approval. So, this was more of a formality. All of your aunts loved him. Funnily enough their exuberant personalities complimented his stoic one. He impressed your grandfather, to the point where you grandfather was ready to marry the both of you right at the dining room table. He even entertained your cousins, dazzling them with answers to their endless questions about being a Pro-Hero.

Though, if one thing could bug him about the whole ordeal was the way everyone in the room looked when you first introduced him to your family. It was split second of uncomfortable, tense silence. Almost like they couldn't believe he was real. It was like for a moment, everyone had the same revelation. And Shoto was left on the outside wondering why.

You joined Shoto on the couch. You smelled like soap and his your favorite lotion. You looked cute in your little bear themed bonnet. He mindlessly played with the ears attached to the fabric as your laid against his chest.

Shoto cleared his throat, "Darling, did you tell your family I was a Pro-Hero?"

You nod against his chest, "Mhm, showed them pictures and everything,"

"Uhm...is there any reason everyone seemed a little uneasy around me?"

"Mh, cause you're Japanese, babe," you answer, casually.

it all seemed to make sense to everyone but Shoto in that moment. Sure, you were his first black girlfriend, but he didn't understand what that had to do with everyone looking him like they weren't sure how to even interact with him. Come to think of it, your parents had the same reaction when you introduced him to them, too.

"Is that bad?" he questioned further.

You shake your head and pull off his chest so you can explain, "No, it's just not common. I mean, I didn't think you even liked black girls before we..."

Everything you said after that turned into background noise. Excuse you? What did you mean you didn't think he liked black girls? Was that like a choice people made on a daily basis? All he could do was shake his head until you eventually divulged into laughter watching him physically reject what you were saying.

"What? Baby, I'm not saying I think that, now- Babe! Babe stop shaking your head! I'm being se- mmh"

His hand covered your lips. He looked absolutely flabbergasted, two-toned eyes wide and searching your eyes, begging you to say sike, right now. When it seemed you'd given up on trying to soothe the visceral wake up call he was experiencing, Shoto finally released your lips, and guided you back to his chest. He resumed fiddling with the little bear ear on your bonnet, processing your words in the background while muttering, "I don't like that, baby,"

You giggled against his chest. As if the taste of his fingers on your lips wasn't proof enough.

[melanatedkink]

Tender Love and Care

A/N: We making it out the trenches with this one!

Pairing: Shoto x Y/N (characters are adults!)

Warning: fluff, smut, shower cunnilingus, female anatomy mentioned, handjob, kissing, petnames, swears, more so love making than the rougher stuff

Your muscles fought you with every step you took. Why did they even put master suites on the second floor? Mind you, it didn't bother you as much until you started working out, determined to snatch your waist before winter was over. Not only that, you wanted to feel accomplished. With everything going on in the world around you, it was way too easy to feel like a loser. Double that with literally being married to a pro-hero. Not that you dwelled on it. It wasn't your calling to be a hero, and quite frankly, that job would take more than you have to give. And it was more than enough just watching Shoto help those in dire circumstances every single day.

Said husband was perched comfortably against the headboard, reading a book. Since it was his month to take night patrols, Shoto was usually catching up on sleep by the time you were getting up to go to the gym. You weren't sure if the drive was longer than you thought, or maybe it was your workout that took up the time, but you always came back to Shoto being wide awake. An easy smile crossed his features as he watched you trudge to the bed. You fall back with an oof, starfishing comfortably as you compartmentalized the soreness in your muscles.

"Good morning, baby," he greeted, "Did you shower, yet?"

You groan in response. He should have asked that when you weren't surrounded by the gracious softness of your comforter. You weren't even under the covers, and you felt like you could go right back to sleep. Your husband nudged you with his foot.

"Don't ignore me. Go take a shower; you'll feel better,"

You fixed him with a pointed glare, "Do I have to get up?"

Shoto nodded. You turned your gaze to the ceiling in defiance, "I'm not seeing how that'll make me feel better,"

Shoto sighed and nudged you again, "It'll make me feel better knowing you aren't getting sweat on the bed,"

Instinctually, you shot up on your side, instantly regretting having to use your core for that.

"How dare you assume such a thing. I don't sweat," you stated.

His brow quirked up at that, "That's not healthy. Have you been drinking your water?"

You held up your finger in protest. But as soon as you were about to argue, the words died in a sigh. Shoto had already one-upped you once; you really didn't feel like giving him a second back to back. You circled back to your previous grievance instead, easing off the mattress and removing your shirt.

"Fine, I'll go take a shower," you grumbled as you continued to undress.

Behind you, Shoto was admiring your figure. You had always been very comfortable with yourself around him. And he found it downright ironic that you had the gall to say you were working out to look better. By the time you had your robe in hand, Shoto's book had taken his spot on the bed, while he was making his way toward you. Gently, he covered your hand with his so he could siphon your robe.

"Let's go together," he suggested.

You crooned as the water splashed over your skin, throwing the pain in your muscles away. Shoto got in behind you, with a loofah in one hand and a bottle of soap in the other. He placed a hand on your shoulder, letting you know he was there. With the water cascading over the both of your, it was easy for Shoto to lather up and begin cleaning you off. He started with your arms, holding one out at a time, and covered each with soap until he reached your shoulders. He pressed little circles from your shoulder blades down your back. Something about the rough texture of the loofah rubbing against the curve of your back brought a sigh out of you.

Your husband turned you around so he could clean your front, curving the loofah around your sensitive nipples, down your tummy, and finally ending up at your legs. You spread them just enough for him to get his arm around so he could scrub the back of your leg, then the front. Once he was finished, he rinsed his hands off.

"You're doing so well, so far. I'm so proud of you," Shoto stated, while his hands cupped one of your thighs, "I know it's not easy, and I'm glad you're keeping up with it,"

You roll your eyes, "Don't flatter me, hero. I'm willing to bet your workout routine makes mine look like child's play,"

Shoto shook his head, his smile full of mirth as he looked up at you, "You do know that my training is to maintain how often I use my quirk. You, on the other hand, are doing this for yourself. I admire that,"

He leaned forward, eyes never leaving you as he stamped a kiss right below your bellybutton. You could say you were taken aback twice, one for his bold gesture, and two for the way it came so naturally for him to adore you for your efforts. Whereas you saw it as a selfish endeavor. Shoto nuzzled his cheek against your hip, his hand sliding down your torso to rest on your sex. His thumb pressed right into the cleft of your labia, drawing a sharp gasp from you. Back and forth, he probed his thumb between your outer lips until his finger pad rubbed deliciously against your clit.

"Uhn, fuck. Shoto," you whine.

He sighed in delight, "Spread your legs a little more, for me,"

You did so, and he quickly slotted his lips against your inner lips, sucking them in and parting them with his tongue. You reached for the wall to steady you as quickly realized that he was not taking it easy on you. Your other hand anchored in his hair, tangling his red and white strands in your fingers. Your hips started to follow his mouth, much to Shoto's excitement. Feeling you rut into his mouth was giving him a headrush like no other.

He slurped loudly, wiggling his tongue inside like he was searching for treasure. Your breathy whines pitched up once his advances returned to your clit.

"Mmh, you like it here, right?" he asked, getting you to nod even though voice gave away your desire, "Let me play with it, okay?"

With that, his lips fully encased the bud. Your fingers tightened both against the wall and in his hair. His tongue swirled around your nub, pushing the taunting its hood while he let his pretty voice out. You couldn't tell if he did that just to egg you on, or because he genuinely found you that tasty. Just as you were about to tease him by asking, you felt his finger circle your entrance. Barely pushing in and out to get you ready for the full finger.

"Give it to me. Please I wanna feel it inside me,"

Your husband obliged, mixing the intrusion with a lusty moan right on your sensitive clit. At this point, your hips had started to follow his finger as he curled it every time your pushed back on him. Your head titled back as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling against Shoto's face. Shoto unlatched his lips from your clit, leaving little licks on the nub to work your through your high.

"Fuck, that's it. Get it all out," he encouraged.

You took a few wobbly steps back, laying on the glass to catch your breath. Shoto caged you in, nuzzling your neck until you turned your head for a kiss.

"You...you didn't get to..." you panted.

Shoto shook his head, "Don't need to. Just wanted to h-help f-fuck,"

Midway through his sentence, your hand found its way to his balls. Your thumb rubbed the sensitive skin, forcing his eyes shut as he concentrated on not cumming early.

"You really don't have to, baby," He words got swallowed by a heated gasp.

"Aw, baby, you can't gas me up and expect me to be the only one to take it," you pressed your lips against the shell of his ear as you whispered, "You know what your praise does to me,"

He let out a choked gasp as your hand found his tip. His fists balled up tightly on either side of your head as he found himself chasing your hand.

"N-Not the tip, baby. I'm not gonna last," he pleaded.

You fixed him with a kittenish smirk, "Who said you have to last, baby?"

Technically you were right, even though, Shoto wasn't nearly in his logical mind to make a hard decision like that. He completely neglected himself after going down on you. So much so, that his pre-cum was lining your fingertips as soon as you started massaging the head of his dick. He feel himself losing composure. His eyes screwed shut as he started to cum. Every moan he made seemed to come with a fresh spurt, painted your hips white. He had to ease your hand lower, gently stroking the rest of his dick to keep his sanity.

"Back to bed?" you suggested.

Shoto let out an exhausted sigh, relief settling into his bones. With his remaining strength, he nodded against your shoulder.

[melanatedkink]

In Medias Res

Pairing: Sero x Y/N

Warnings: sex, crying during sex, kink discovery (?)

A/N: Is there really an explanation for this? I think I would just melt if this actually happening, so here we are.

Sero shuddered for the third time after sinking all the way to base again. His teeth were buried in his lower lip as he tried to compose himself. He'd already found himself trying to hurry this moment along. While, the whole night, he had made sure to savor you. To enjoy you tonight. So, he blew out a sigh, and with a languid roll of his hips, he ground his tip right at the back of your entrance.

You weren't faring much better. Everytime his blunt tip pressed against your furthest walls, you had trouble seeing properly. Maybe that was due to your eyelids fluttering while you instinctively looked at the ceiling. Your lips matched Sero's as the tips of your teeth glinted in the dim lamplight as you found yourself whining, praying for him to keep going. You thought that you were gonna start crying if you didn't feel him absolutely wrecking you. It wasn't your fault. There was just something gnawing there, a tension that needed to be dispelled. You ached for relief. You made it vocal in your tone.

Sero's hands slowly drifted to your thighs, not to fold you, but to get a firm grip. He snapped his hips. Just to get the feel of it. He snapped twice just to hear that delicious sound again. He snapped a third just to make sure he heard right. You seemed to be catching on to his little game, because you groaned his name in that cute little whine you always did when you were peeved with him. He let out a little chuckle and started up a nice pace, just hard enough to wrench a moan out of you with each thrust. He liked to close his eyes and hear the sounds you made. Those soft sighs that melted into little cries. His eyes fluttered shut as he tipped his head back.

A low groan stung you right out of your trance. Sero's neck was in full view. The lump in his throat danced with every little whimper that snuck past his lips. What you hadn't known was that Sero wasn't known to be a quiet lover. And as his face slowly turned to you, you were able to take in the desperation in his eyes riding in tandem with the desperation in his voice; you couldn't help but mirror him.

His eyes slowly opened when he heard your voice begin to crack. His chest tightened when he looked down. Your brows were knit tight. Your cheeks were now home to tears streaks. And you couldn't seem to look him in the eyes. He slowed down tremendously, opting for simple shallow rolls that made your eyes find his again.

"Do you...do you want me to stop?" he panted out.

You shook your head, while more tears streamed down your face.

"Please don't! Please!"

Something in the way you begged him made his entire being reset. At one point, his goal was to help you stop crying. Now, he wanted nothing more than for you to keep going. He wanted every single whimper. He wanted to gaze at your face painted in tears. He wanted your euphoric cries as you choked on the air. He leaned down to get a closer look. And to get your hands to dig into his back. He shuddered again when your nails drug down his feckled skin. It was probably fucked to see his lover like this and yearn for more. You were writhing and whining like you needed something. Like something was so irritatingly close to touch, but you just couldn't reach it. It set something off. A deep desire to give it all. To keep going until you reached it. Hopefully, with him following close behind.

He thinks you start coming when you yell out loud. Your chest heaves with moan after moan as you reach your peak. Sero whimpers, fighting the instinct to close his eyes when his orgasm wracks through him with ferocity. Your moans harmonize beautifully with his. He matches the rhythm of your hips, inadvertently wringing himself dry. He follows your lead until the last jerks of your high render you motionless on the mattress.

You never seemed to stop crying even as you started to catch your breath. You can feel Sero's hands on your cheeks, finally wiping away the remnants of your pleasure. He flashes a sheepish smile.

"You cry during sex?" Sero teased, without any malice in his tone.

"I do now," You shoot back with a cute smirk.

[melanatedkink]

Say It Back

A/N: Embarrassment is one hell of a drug.

Summary: A misunderstanding during sex brings to light an emotional deficit in the both of you.

Warnings: misunderstanding, crying, in medias res, angst, emotional vulnerability, comfort at the end

Pairing: Dabi x Y/N

One year. One year of anticipation. One year of building up a relationship between two recluses on either side of the spectrum. On the one hand, it worked to your advantage. Dabi wasn't the easiest person to talk to about anything. Even though, it wasn't his fault. The intensity of his dead eyes kind of just dissolved anyone's will to keep talking to him. On the inside, he felt giddy when somebody chose to talk to him, but he just couldn't get it to show on the outside. So you could imagine his bewilderment when you not only lasted one conversation with him, but you kept coming back to talk to him.

You were only slightly different. You only thrived in conversation when you weren't in a group setting. To you, getting interrupted or ignored by three or more people kinda killed your motivation to keep talking. So, when you were tasked with helping train Dabi at the convenience store you were working at, it all just came flying out. Every shift you shared together, at some point, you would divulge into a tangent. About the job, your pet peeves, your interests, anything that your infinite brain could touch. But as soon as you were done, you were pretty much silent for the rest of the shift. That was the way you communicated naturally. And for some reason, when you were talking to him, you felt comfortable. It was just when you stopped that you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

Dabi couldn't understand how someone with seemingly so much to say could also burnout so fast. All he knew was that when you got quiet, it made him feel things. Initially, it was a mild sense of confusion. Then, it festered into frustration. He found himself dreading the inevitable stretch of silence in your words. And it left him hoping that you would find something else to talk to him about. Eventually, he started initiating conversations with you, leaving bits of input to keep you talking. Which was way out of his comfort zone, but catching the light in your eyes whenever he had a dry comment or a genuine question about something was worth the sweat under his collar.

A year ago, you two officially crossed the threshold from friends to lovers. Even then you took things slow, as communication was still a very new thing for you two. And with that, came the impossible hurdle of physical affection. By your third date, you were holding hands without asking first, and by the end of you first month together, you'd had your first kiss as a couple. Dabi very much adhered to your pace, even while you were making it up as you went along. A pattern that served you well up until the night you decided you were ready to take it to the next level.

You were on top for the the majority of foreplay. He made it a point to follow your lead, lest he get a little too excited and skip a step or two. It wasn't until it was time for entry that you feebly asked him to trade positions. After the initial sting of penetration and Dabi had settled into a rhythm, you wrapped your legs around his hips. He stuttered to a stop.

"You didn't have to stop, Dabi," you giggled, "I wanted you to go harder,"

Dabi exaggerated a big sigh of relief, "I thought you were about to kick me,"

You shook your head with another round of chuckles as Dabi leaned forward a bit, positioning his hips at an angle to fulfill your wish. And he quickly found himself utterly grateful for you suggestion. He buried his head in the corner of your neck, falling victim to the way your arms wrapped around him made him feel. He truly felt as though nothing could get better than this.

You held the same sentiment, utterly melting every time he drove himself into you. You could feel yourself losing your grip on any rationale, flying high on the bliss racing through your body. Without warning you cried out.

"I love you! I love you, Dabi!"

Over and over that phrase left your lips as you got higher and higher. Though, with Dabi's head nestled in your shoulder, you couldn't see his reaction. And he wasn't saying it back. He wasn't really saying anything, the only thing you could hear was your own voice and the smacking of skin against skin. Instead of teetering on the edge of orgasm, you suddenly felt sick. Out of place. Embarrassed. You pushed with all your strength against his shoulders, peeling him off you. Dabi gave way to your strength, lifting up on his knees and pulling out in a hurry. As he asked what was wrong, you were bolting to the bathroom. And with a final slam of the door, the room went silent.

Inside, you were mortified. You body was still catching up with your emotions as you quickly covered yourself with a towel. You felt so gross. Why did you even say that? Granted, it wasn't your first time telling him that, but he usually said it back. Meanwhile, Dabi was still on his knees, stiff as a board. What just happened? Two seconds ago you were moaning and calling out his name. He grabbed his boxers and headed to the bathroom door. His knuckles hovered over the wood. He should talk to you. But what could he say? Hell, you ran away from after being balls deep in you. That had to mean you needed to be alone. But he couldn't muster the walk of shame back to the bedroom. So, he sat against the wall, knees up to his chin as he waited for you to come out.

As you wiped the last of your tears, you listened out for your boyfriend. Your stomach sank as you know realized that you would have to explain to him what was going on. And you didn't have the energy to be coy about it. If he was willing to hear you out, that would be the best case scenario in your mind. With the towel still wrapped tightly around you, you stepped out of the bathroom, finding your boyfriend curled in a ball.

His ears perked up to the sound of the door. He shot up to his feet, but minded his distance.

"Y/N...," he whispered as he took in your state, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I thought you were enjoying yourself. But clearly I missed something,"

Your kneejerk was to play it off, but what would that do? If not make the next experience even more awkward for the both of you.

"You...you didn't say it back," you admitted, "When I was telling you that I loved you, you didn't say it back and it freaked me out. Like, why didn't you... did it make you uncomfortable?"

Dabi searched through the haze of the last thirty minutes until he realized. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Shit, I... I didn't even realize I wasn't answering. I was so caught up in trying to make you feel good that I wasn't really listening,"

You take a couple steps closer to view his face. A light blush covered the tops of his cheeks. You go to cup his face, your thumb trailing over the stitches on his jawline.

"Were you that nervous?"

He answers with a sigh through his nose, "I didn't think I'd fucking get this far with you. I just thought you were saying it cause you were feeling it. I didn't know you wanted me to... Fuck, now that I'm saying it out loud I sound like an idiot,"

You shake your head, "No, you're not an idiot. Just nervous,"

Dabi lays his head against your forehead, reveling in your closeness.

"For the record, I do love you," he murmurs against your lips, "I love you, so much that I get in my head about saying it back,"

"Even outside of sex?" you venture.

"Yes, I'm not used to saying it all. So when you say it, it just...I don't know it makes me freeze," Dabi shakes his head, "But when I do manage to get it out it's...freeing,"

Slowly the distance between you two lessens. His lips softly brush against yours, testing the waters. And you provide the final push pulling you both into a needed kiss.

"Let me prove that I love you this time. Let me say it back to you," he whispered, a hint of desperation coloring the moment.

"Okay," you answer, just as soft.

And with that, you're taken by the hand back to the bedroom, where Dabi would find himself blurting out those three words all night long.