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A/N: I've read a few compilations done with the MHA boys reacting to Y/N squirting, so I figured I'd throw my little hat in the ring.
Characters: Keigo, Dabi, Sero, Kirishima, Shinsou
Warning: squirting, various reactions to said squirting, cursing, sex, oral, toys (vibrator), gender neutral Y/N
Your first time with Keigo could have been better in your opinion. It felt like the more clothes he got off you, the more tense you became. And if the constant "Are you okay?" look on his face wasn't enough to go off of, then the horrible soreness you felt the night after helped you reach a conclusion. That the first time definitely wasn't as magical as you'd originally thought. But, at least this time, it wasn’t because you had caught the ick.
Quite the opposite, actually. In the small glimpses of ecstasy you allowed yourself to taste, Keigo was actually a little too attentive. You couldn't help but force your mind to ground itself, otherwise you were sure to wake the neighbors. In hindsight, it was those eyes of his. God, everytime you caught his gaze, you literally felt your senses unravel in his favor. And, God was it just too much.
Lucky for you, second chances were in your favor. You let out a soft sigh as Keigo's hands made their way from your chest to your stomach. You guys didn't even make it to the bedroom. Keigo glanced around the kitchen then back down at you. His nose nuzzled into your shoulder, his burning cock sat comfortably on your naked ass.
In a low whisper he asked, "Are you sure you wanna do it, here?"
You looked over your shoulder, doe-eyed and expecting, "You wanna wait?" Keigo shifted, almost taking that as a 'yes.' You relented, "Yes, I want you like this. Right here,"
Keigo muttered a curse once he realized you were a lot more relaxed this time. His arms caged you in, and his fingers entwined with yours on the countertop. Without his eyes stimulating you, you quickly found newer replacements. Like the feeling of his chest against your back or the way moaned in your ear like that. You felt yourself getting swept away in it. Hell, you were chasing his thrusts at this point. That was until you felt pressure in your stomach spilling over.
"S-stop, stop, stop, STOP!" you cried out.
You pushed against Keigo with your hand on his hip. He stuttered to a stop, only half an inch in.
"Wh-what's wrong? Did it hurt?" Keigo panted.
You gingerly shook your head. Keigo peeked over your shoulder to see if you were truly okay, until he realized there was a new wet spot on the cabinet. Keigo followed your arm down to your front, where you were clutching yourself tightly. He blinked a few times before his eye trailed lower. Sure enough, your arousal was streaked between your legs.
"Heh, you squirt," he chuckled, fueling your radiant blush. Combined with your half-hearted glare, you were downright kissable. "Aw baby, are you not used to-"
"No! I'm not," You averted your eyes.
But Keigo wasn't having it. Gently, his finger led your chin back up where you could now fully take in those molten irises. And you could be damn sure that you were the reason they burned like that.
"Maybe we should do it in the bedroom. So I can get you used to squirting more often."
-
“Fuck!”
A strangled cry ripped from your throat. Your legs snapped closed while you caught your breath. That was the seventh one tonight. Touya was not letting you go easy. In your defense, you were aiming to fluster him. But when you whispered in his ear how long you'd been edging just for him, well he was currently showing you how he felt about that statement.
Touya circled your sex with a lilac vibe, the blunt tip making your vision lose focus a little. He leaned forward, perching his chin on your shoulder. He nuzzled you, saying, ”You done with holding back on me, Y/N?”
You breathed out a small ‘mhm’. Immediately, the cool, smooth surface pressed right up against your sex. You sucked in a breath as you tried to brace yourself. But those incessant circles he was painting were making you buck your hips. You were starting to whimper.
He groaned, “Fuck yeah, don't run from it. Don't-”
You reached for his shoulders, effectively interrupting Touya's train of thought, before falling off the edge. Your incessant thrusts nearly distracted him from a new, curious wetness spreading between the two of you. It took you a minute to realize what had happened. And it didn't seem like Touya had fully recovered from what he saw. When you pushed off his shoulder to make a comment on all of that, your boyfriend looked like he was still in a trance.
“Touya?” You waved a hand over his face.
He blinked a couple times, before settling his eyes on you, “Give me another,”
-
You swore you just were kidding when you said you were curious about what it would be like to watch Sero get off for you. Half-kidding. Lying. You were lying. It wasn’t a completely foreign idea. You were building up a pretty sexy compilation of tasteful photos in your phone. And lucky for you, he was quite the show off, giving you some damn good angles of himself and the mess he left behind whenever he thought of you. You wondered aloud what it would be like to watch sometime. He was all for the idea, and off the two of you went to his room. You couldn’t tell if he was kissing you so deeply because the idea was turning him on, or if it was the way it felt to press his hips into you up against the wall. You had forgotten what you two were even here for, too wrapped up in the moment. Your hand snaked between you two, getting Sero to stop.
He pulled back with a breathy chuckle. He reached down, gently batting your hand away from him.
“If you’re the one touching me, there won’t be that much to see,” his eyes zeroed in between your legs, “H-have you ever uh…touched yourself in front of someone?”
You stuttered as you watched him grip himself. He liked to start up conversation to get off. Dirty talk was his cupid’s arrow, and with the things you were whispering to him, he was coming out of his underwear in no time. He really was a show off, a pretty one at that. Your eyes trailed down the muscle in his arm, past his clenching tummy, right to his thick length bobbing in front of you. His brown eyes kept darting between your lips and the crevice of your thighs. Finally he blurted it out.
“Touch yourself with me,” he whispered. He forced himself to slow down, merely squeezing and teasing.
You blinked. Then shimmied out of your pants. You placed your hand on the wall behind you and slowly spread your legs. Sero growled at the sight, his eyes intently following your fingers. The only thing that broke his focus was your voice. Now, under the effect of your doe eyes, he was starting to speed up once again. He wanted to last. God, he wanted to last. But the way your hips kept chasing your lithe fingers. He held himself up with an arm planted beside your head. He was so close. Your back was arching off the wall. And he felt it. He tensed with all his might just to watch it happen. You sprayed his thigh, unaware of the mess until…
“H-holy fuck,” Sero stammered in awe.
“What,” you gasped, “Fuck, that’s way more than usual,”
Sero’s brain broke, “There’s a 'usual' ?!”
-
Shinsou was beginning to fall in love with his own name. It was your fault he was becoming so vain. If you were going to make it sound so good when he was eating you out, then how could he resist?
“Shinsou~” you purred.
His scalp prickled with slight pain as your fingers parted his fluffy waves. He groaned back, mid kiss. You shivered against him. He nuzzled, dragging his nose over your sex as he made out with it. From the sounds you could catch from underneath the covers, you could see why people called it ‘getting eaten out’.
“Shinsou!” you gasped as you planted your feet next to him.
It sounded so sloppy. The bed creaked as he shifted to regain the speck of space you managed to gain. His hands spread out on either side of your ass, gently keeping you snug against his lips. You propped up on one shoulder so you could roll your hips against his face. If only you’d agreed to removing the covers whenever he ate you out, you’d have seen his eyes cross just from that. He doubled down, dragging the rough of his tongue round and round your sensitivity until it was too late.
“Shinsou!” you cried out.
You felt his warmth disappear as you came, wetting the sheets beneath you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you couldn’t stop to save your life. Every time you relaxed, more and more streamed out. A beat of silence passed before you pulled the covers off him. Beneath his shaggy bedhead, Shinsou looked dazed.
“Babe?” you started, “I'm sorry. I tried to stop,”
His eyes flicked to yours. Your lips wobbled as you tried to think of what to say. But it was hard to think after an orgasm. And it was even worse when Shinsou latched his mouth against your sex again.
You screamed, “Shinsou!”
God, he loved your voice.
-
You swore the man was still on the game. Hell, you tested for this exact scenario. And it still failed you. To backtrack, you and Kirishima had a bit of a routine this deep into your relationship. At the top of the evening, when the two got home from your respective shifts at work, you shared a meal, and after that you either washed up for cuddles, or you separated to have some alone time. Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights. You waited until you heard him in the middle of a back and forth conversation he was having with Denki on the principles of the correct way to make instant ramen (pot vs. microwave), before you scampered to bed. You thought he would be too tired to get a little naughty afterward since his gaming session usually went until you were good and passed out for the night. But you missed him so…home video it was.
You were about twenty minutes in, and on the brink of fully losing yourself to your own fingers when the door swung open.
“Hey, the guys wanted to know if you wanted to play COD with us-”
You froze, you couldn’t even pull your fingers out. Kirishima’s eyes shot right between your legs. And, like he was under spell, he made his way to your side of the bed. You started to pull your fingers out when he settled on top of you and pressed a kiss to your lips. As your fingers exited, Kirishima replaced it with his own, circling your sex.
“You’re so mean, keeping this from me,” he whined, his tone playful. He pushed his fingers in a little bit deeper, a little faster as he spoke.
“What was s’posed to -f-fuck- to do? Tell you I -mmh- was feeling horny?” you teased.
He lowered his voice to that soothing melody that sounded best when it was right in your ear, “What did you think was gonna happen if you told me?” He curled his fingers, following the way your voice hitched to lead him to your special spot, “Mm, just like that,”
If you were left to your own devices, you probably would have savored the moment, slowly building up the moment until you were ready to finally burst. Contrarily, Kirishima was of the idea that once it felt good, once he could feel that final string of control snap, that’s when he aimed directly for your sensitivity. You didn’t have a second to take a breath, all of your focus was on bringing him closer.
He never thought that fingering you would get you locking your legs behind his hips. He braced on his elbow, feeling something warm soak in his pants. With his hand firmly smushed between you, he could clearly feel each lewd spurt. Your look of astonishment mirrored his.
“Uh…I’ll uh…tell the guys we’re busy….”
//I am not a good person but I make for a decent dog.//
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