ᦸ shota enjoys cowgirl — getting to lie back, caress your skin, and watch how pretty you look fucking yourself on him, the roll of your hips, and the bounce of your tits. He could just lie there all night if you wanted, but he ends up helping guide your hips whenever he notices your thighs going weak.
ᦸ tamaki likes spooning; he really likes it — feeling your soft skin against his, deep thrusts as he buries his face in the slope of your shoulder to muffle his fucked-out whines, & then giving you aftercare cuddles.
ᦸ keigo adores prone bone — it feels like heaven with each kiss his blushing cockhead leaves on your cervix, nipping at the shell of your ear, rubbing your body, and whispering the filthiest things as he fucks you dumb; it drives him insane.
ᦸ katsuki swears by mating press — holding your thighs up & maintaining eye contact while fucking you into the mattress has been addictive from the first time; it allows for deep, punishing thrusts and slow, intimate rolls of his hips. The mating press is his holy grail.
ᦸ shoto is a missionary man — he knows people say it's boring, but how can it be boring when he gets to see how each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through you? The flutter of your eyes, the way you arch up into him, your fingers tangling with his—it doesn't matter if it's 'boring'; it's classic for a reason.
ᦸ denki's go-to is lotus hands down — holding you against his chest & rocking his cock into you at a slow pace, cock twitching at every noise that escapes you, a gentle caress of his fingertips over your arms when he rocks into you faster, denki is a lovemaker, not just a fucker.
ᦸ shinso is a very tired man, so he sticks to sideways missionary — keeping a firm hand on your thigh as he thrusts into you, whispering in your ear as you whimper into his chest, he'll leave tender kisses over the slope of your shoulder just before the two of you finish
an: real name spoilers in the bonus if ur not caught up-, iykyk. But whewww I got a little carried away with this one😩 it's longer than pt.1 and we got some bonus characters that I originally didn't think I'd do.
part 1 here!! My masterlist
Hizashi is loud and talkative, and that doesn't change in bed.
He asks (more like demands) you to sit on his face. “Get over here and sit on my face to shut me up then, baby!” He says, loudly, after you've thrown a pillow at him and told him to shut up.
You were resting on a chair, wearing only a big t-shirt and panties, and he was in just his pajama pants. You're eager to have his mouth on you, even though you are feeling a little insecure with yourself, so you obey. You get up from your seat on the chair and walk over to the bed.
He quickly lies down, head close to your legs. “Oh yeah, baby. Come on, sit. Please, don't make me wait.” He immediately whines, staring up at you expectantly. Hes always impatient and desperate for you even if he'd just tasted you the day before. His fingers hook into your panties and pull them down, as he practically drools at the sight. You climb over him and finally settle your pussy over his awaiting mouth. He hums into you, appreciatively, as if he's just tasted his favorite dessert. He brings his hands to grip your hips, trying to pull you into his mouth, trying to pull the entirety of your weight into him. When you don't give in, his brows furrow. He pulls away a little, looking up at you, before tightening his grip on one of your hips.
“Why are you so tense? I want you to sit, not float, princess” He questions, and you sigh, resting your hands on your thighs to help you stay kneeling instead of sitting fully.
“I don't know. Im too heavy, I don't want to suffocate you..” You admit.
“WHAT??” He questions, voice booming through the apartment as his eyes widen in surprise. His thumbs rub circles on your hips, and he lowers his voice tentatively. “You're wrong, baby. You're fucking perfect, always have been. So sit that perfect pussy on my face.” He says. You hesitate for just a second, but he looks at you with a warning. “NOW.” He demands, hands gripping your hips harder as he looks up at you with stern eyes- there's no getting out of this.
When you finally do sit, he buries himself in you savagely. He's devouring you, all the while groaning and moaning into your cunt as if he could cum in his pants just from eating you. The moans are vibrating against you adding to the mind numbing pleasure. His tongue delves between your folds, into the hole, out and back up to your clit. He circles it, swirls it, and laps up every last drop of juices. Your moans are like music to his ears, and he loses himself in your dripping cunt as he wrings out every last sound. You cum, and he doesn't stop, he's merciless once he's got you trapped.
He keeps going until you're screaming, grabbing his head by his long blonde locks and pulling, begging “OH PLEASE…. HIZASHI, I CANT!” His face is dripping, coated in the arousal from him forcing your poor cunt to squirt more than once.
When he pulls away, he sees you exhausted, falling down onto him, and he flips you so you're now lying on the bed and he's hovering over you. He leans in close, his voice is low, gravelly and serious. “That was amazing. Don't ever talk down on yourself again, or I'm pushing you even further next time.” He warns, pulling the blanket up over your body. He lies down, pulling you close to him, and kisses your head. After awhile, he makes you food, runs you a bath and you talk more about why you've been feeling insecure. He's a talker, and you'll get to the root of the issue and have 10 solutions within the night. You don't mind, though. It just reminds you how much he loves you.
Shota is all low voice, bruising grip and no nonsense. You'd been teasing him all day, and he'd finally hauled you up over his mouth and was prepared to show you the consequences of your teasing. When you refuse to sit, he'll first just try to pull you in. Maybe you're just trying to get him to be rough, like you do sometimes. When that doesn't work, he'll look up at you with those intimidating eyes.
“What's gotten into you? Are you not in the mood?” He asks, wondering if maybe you're just forcing yourself to do this to please him. “I won't force you for my own pleasure. I thought those messages you sent me earlier were an indicator that you're feeling needy.”
He adjusts you so you're sitting on his chest now, but he's looking right up into your eyes as if your pussy isn't pulsating so close to him.
“It's not that I'm not in the mood. I want you so badly, Shota. It's….I just feel like I'm getting too heavy. I don't want to crush you or something.” He scoffs, as if you're wasting his time. As if it's completely unreasonable and illogical to think that.
“Crush me? Where is the logic in that, Darling? I've been through way more than my perfect girl sitting on my fuckin face. You're not too heavy.” He says, looking up at you as if he's scolding you. As if talking down on yourself is a rule that's now been disobeyed. “Since you underestimate me, let me show you just how much I can handle. Let's hope you can handle the same” He says, and this time you don't stop him from pulling you in.
He growls low in his throat when he finally tastes you, and it's like a primal side of him has been unlocked. He's pulling you in impossibly close, lapping at your juices and dancing his tongue through your folds. He makes you cum quickly, and he doesn't stop there. He couldn't stop there, he needs to push you further. He needs to show you that there's nothing he can't handle when it comes to you, especially your perfect body sitting on him. You're a whimpering, sweaty mess when he finally stops. You're breathing is ragged, and his face is drenched.
He smiles as you slide down his body and rest on top of him. He plants a kiss to your lips, and you can taste yourself on his lips. “Sleep with me, angel. We can eat when we wake up.” He says, stroking your hair softly as he closes his eyes. He's always tired after fooling around, even if he's left hard and aching for you. You'll deal with that later, for now it's just soft breaths and gentle touches as you both doze off.
Hitoshi would really not have any time for your nonsense. He's waiting for you to finally sit, looking up at you with tired eyes, but you're resisting.
“You don't know how to sit or something?” He asks, looking at you with his tired eyes as if you're almost irritating him, low voice hoarse with desire.
“I'm too heavy for that, Hitoshi. This is good, I can hold myself up a bit.” He rolls his eyes, as if you're just trying to give him a headache. He could just order you to sit, but he'd never use his quirk on you that way. Partially because he wouldn't ever need to, partially because he loves you so deeply that he wants to know you want everything he has to offer. He couldn't live with himself if he forced you.
“And I suppose I'm just weak, too weak to handle my own girlfriend, huh?” He asks, deep voice teasing and slow. “Guess all those times I've thrown you over my shoulder, carried you around, hell, even lifted you up in my binding cloths slipped your mind, didn't they?” You shake your head, just as he slides up from under you.
“What if you suffocate, I don't know!” You're sitting on the couch now, as he heads to the closet and emerges with his binding scarf wrapped perfectly around his neck.
“Well, that's for me to decide, I'd say.” He says, low and deep. He returns to your side on the couch. “Tell me no, and I won't.” He offers, and you know he's going to bind you. He's done it before, but only when you're okay with it.
“I want it…” You breathe. He smiles softly before wrapping his scarf around your body, around your wrists. He has one end in each hand, and it's wrapped around you so you can't really move too much. He pulls you on top of him, lying back down and positioning you over his mouth easily.
“I won't push you past your limits, but you know what to do if you need me to stop, right?” You nod, confirming your safe word. “Now be my good girl and sit.” He demands, before pulling you down onto his mouth, using his scarf to keep you firmly against him.
He truly loses himself in you, feeling gratified when he can make you feel good. It's the most amazing feeling to him, knowing he can make you come apart completely all on his own. His tongue moves so masterfully, you'd think he took a master class in it. He never gets tired, never loses his stamina. He makes you cum at least 3 times if you're on his face, though he could live between your thighs and still be unsatisfied.
After, he unties you and inspects you for any red marks. He'll kiss every inch of you, with special attention to any marks. “Don't ever deny me your body again. Not if it's for insecurity. If you don't want it, that's one thing, but don't ever assume I don't.” He says, as he kisses you. He cleans you up, showers with you, and you sleep cuddled up under the blanket. He watches you as you sleep for a bit, always one to have trouble truly relaxing, but soon he plants one final kiss to your hair and dozes off.
Neito Monoma would laugh, actually laugh when you try to hover above his mouth. He’d use it as the perfect opportunity to brag on his IMPECCABLE skill.
“Aww what's wrong? Poor baby can't handle my incredible tongue? I know it's pretty exceptional, but I thought my girl could handle it.” He mocks. You whine at the teasing, but try to defend yourself anyway.
“No! It's not that I can't handle it, I just…I feel like I'm too heavy. I'm just trying to be careful.”
He scoffs then, sounding as if you've just offended not only him, but his entire lineage. “Oh, so you think I can't handle you? Is that it?” He laughs again, almost condescending in the way he teases. “Get real, princess. Thought I was your perfect man.” He teases, pouting at you as if you're simply being mean for the sake of it.
You finally sigh, saying. “You are my perfect man, Nei.” And he just tuts, looking up at you with an expectant gaze.
“Then be my perfect girl and sit." He demands, finally gripping your plush skin in his fingers and pulling you against his mouth.
He's an overachiever, licking across your folds with expert precision and forcing multiple orgasms out of you easily. His tongue delves into each and every inch, sucking and kissing as if you're the most sacred treasure. You're obsessed with the view, having your cocky man under you, absolutely lost in you, worshipping you. He spells his name across your clit, as if he's signing that it's all his. After you've cum so many times you're crying, he'll let you get up.
And though he's all teasing and attitude to everyone in the world, he takes great care of you after. After all, a king needs his queen to be spoiled, (and the more attention he gives you the more you shower him with love in return.).
“You're perfect. You love when I make you feel so good, don't you?” He says, playing with your hair gently as you lie on his lap.
“I do. You're amazing, Neito.” You say, and he smiles, proud as hell.
“Say that again, baby.” He says with a cocky smirk.
Hanta Sero is so compassionate, but he's such a tease. You're both naked, fresh out of the shower, and when he asks you to sit on his face, you're a little shy. You laugh a little, just short breaths through your nose, as if he was kidding. His tape snaps out quickly, wrapping around your wrist. You blush and give in, letting him pull you in close.
“I'm not kidding. C'mon, don't be shy. I've used my mouth on you before, but I just wanna drown in you right now.” He pleads, backing you both up towards the bed, and you can't possibly deny him such a request. After all, he's offering to pleasure you with no promise of you returning the favor.
“Okay, Hanta…” You say, as he lies down and helps you settle above his mouth. You're a little nervous at being on top of him this way. You're not sure if he'll be safe, if he can even breathe. The thoughts get the best of you and you don't allow yourself to fully sit.
“Lower, babygirl. Just sit.” He prompts, gentle hands rubbing your ass, your back, your thighs.
“I'm just a little nervous, Han…what if I'm too heavy?” You ask, and he scoffs.
“Too heavy? Are you joking?” He says with a chuckle. You shake your head 'no', and he sighs solemnly and shakes his head.
“Hey, you know you're perfect, right? I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't really want it. Let me show you how perfect I think you are.” His hands are resting on your hips now, and he's blinking up at you with these pleading eyes. You don't give in at first, still a little insecure. “Come on, princess. Don't you want to cum all over my face? See me helpless beneath you…grind it and ride it until you're completely spent?”
His words are like gasoline to the flame inside you, and you finally give in. You allow yourself to sit, and he hums happily into you. He makes good on all his teasing, when he makes you cum on his face multiple times. His hands never stop roaming your body, his eyes stare up at you from his place between your legs. Every time you meet his gaze and he sees your blissed-out expression, he moans. He's so hard he's aching, and you can feel his legs shaking. All it takes is you leaning back and rubbing him with his palm through his boxers a couple times and he's cumming, groaning into your cunt.
After, you shower together and he washes you. “Fuck, I can't believe your pussy made me cum in my boxers. That's a little embarrassing.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You just smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “No it's not. It made me feel good. You think I'm that hot?” You ask, smiling as you kiss his chin.
He smiles as he looks down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your forehead. “I think you're perfect. The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.”
Keigo wants you to sit on his face so bad, he begs. He has you right where he wants you, climbing over his face.
He whistles as soon as he catches a glimpse. “Fuck, baby. What a view.” He says, admiring your already wet cunt.
He'd been teasing you, touching you just where he knew drove you crazy, using his feathers to randomly ghost past your neck, your thighs. He'd kept it up all day, and you were so desperate for release. But, once you're above him you can't help but overthink it. He tries to lean his head up, burying his face into your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. He tries to pull you down more, but you resist.
He drops his head and looks up at you. “You're holding back on me, little bird. Talk to me, what's stopping you?” He asks, in between soft kisses to your thighs, wherever he can reach.
“Keigo, it's just…I don't know. Maybe I'm too heavy? What if I hurt you?”
He shakes his head, furrowing his brows. “Oh, baby, no. Don't think that. You're gorgeous.” He says, kissing your thigh again, while his hands run gently along your skin. “Please sit on my face, baby? Please? I'm begging you. I'll get on my knees and beg if you want. If you want the Hawks on his knees begging, I can do that.” He pleads, and you just blush and laugh.
“Okay, okay. But if I hurt you, throw me off.” You say, and he rolls his eyes but smirks.
“Deal. But I guarantee you won't. You're light as a feather.” He says, and then he lands a harsh smack to your ass before pulling you down so you can't resist giving him your full weight any longer.
He's desperate between your legs, and he always devours you like you're his last meal. Your sensitive clit is sucked, rubbed, licked with perfect pressure. His pace is steady, and when he brings a feather to run along your body, from your navel to your breasts, you shudder. He feels the way you pulse, the way your cunt twitches, and he pushes you through your orgasm. He doesn't stop until you're shaking, and begging him for mercy. He loves the sound of your voice when you're that needy, that desperate, begging for a break before you lose your mind completely. When you're done, he takes a bath with you, holding you against his chest comfortably.
"My perfect girl. You make me so happy." He croons, as his hands trail all over your body. He makes a point to carry you to the bath, and to bed after, as if to prove that you were wrong about being too heavy. He touches your body all over that night. It's not even sexual, just reverent and loving. He worships every inch of you, and your insecurity is thrown to the wind.
BONUS!!!
Toshinori gets anxious when you resist sitting on his face. You hover above him,and when he tries to pull you in closer you don't.
“I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?” He asks, concern in his voice. He sits up, helping you to slide down onto the couch as he does.
“No, Toshi, you're fine. It's me. I feel like I'm too heavy.” You say, and you see his eyes look a bit sad. He takes it personally, as if you think he's too weak now to handle you.
“We've done it before. You weren't too heavy. Is it that now you think I'm weak? Or you're not interested in this sort of thing with me anymore?” He asks, insecure about himself.
You didn't even think he'd see your reluctance as you believing he's weak now, or that you're not as attracted to him.
“No! No, baby, that's not it at all. You're so strong. I know you can handle me. I'm just being mean to myself, I guess.” You reassure him, as you feel his hands running along all your body. He's staring down at your skin as if you're a goddess. He looks like he's in love with every inch of you.
“You shouldn't shame yourself, young lady.” He scolds, and you blush a little. He's not that much older than you, but the name still sends heat to your core sometimes. It's like being scolded by a teacher, and he knows it gets to you. “I'm going to make you fall apart on me, then we'll see who's too weak to handle you.” He warns, dangerously, as he settles you back above his mouth.
He pulls you in and you lose your resolve as soon as his mouth meets your cunt. You relax, your full weight pinning him down, and he moans out a happy ‘mmhmm’ from between your legs. You grind against his face, and your hands come to grab onto his blonde hair. He looks up at you and you can't hold it together anymore, cumming hard all over his face. He pushes you to a couple more, until he's satisfied and convinced you'll never think he can't handle you again.
“Fuck, Toshinori…you're so good.” You say,out of breath, as you climb off of him.
He pulls you down on top of him in a hug, holding you close to his body. “You're perfect. Say it.” He says, kissing your face. You blush, but you know he won't let you go until you do.
“I'm perfect.” You say, reluctantly.
“Your turn.” You prompt, poking him.
“I'm perfect.” He says, just as reluctantly as you did, but that's why you have each other to help.
“5 minutes. Then I'll make us some pork cutlets.” He says, nuzzling into your hair. You hum happily and rest.
Sir Nighteye just smiles. In a knowing, “already knew you would” way. He doesn't even need to use foresight on you, he knows you that well. So when he asks you to sit on his face and you hover your beautiful ass above his mouth, all shy (as if he hasn't been buried deep in you 1,000 times already) he chuckles. His smile spreads across his face, and he looks up at your blushy face.
“Ah-ah. This won't do.” He scolds. “What on earth has gotten into my girl?”
“I've gained weight, Mirai. I'm just worried I'm….too heavy” You say the words with a shame that is just unacceptable in his eyes.
“Too heavy?” He questions, gaze darkening. Then, your nerves about your body are completely thrown out the window as the nerves about what he's thinking take over. He frowns, frowns at you. “That sort of negativity has no place here, in our bedroom. You're aware that I think you're the most beautiful creation this earth has to offer, right?”
You blush, unable to fully resist the small smile that begins creeping up. He grips your hips in his hands, digging his fingers possessively into your flesh. “Why are you holding back that smile, darling? Will I need to take more…convincing measures?”
You immediately flash back to the other week, after having a nasty attitude with him got you tickled until you cried, and you shake your head. “No, sir!” He smiles again at your sudden obedience. He always knew just how to keep you in line, always caring for your benefit and happiness.
“Well, then. If you don't sit that beautiful pussy on me within the next 5 seconds, no amount of begging will save you.” He warns, a dangerous smile and an even more dangerous lookin his eyes. His vulgar words make you bashful again, but you do as he asks. He delves into you like a man starved, though every move is calculated. He licks around your sensitive nub with precision, large and long fingers coming to rub your entrance. When he feels you've soaked his hand enough he finally slides two fingers in, curling and thrusting just perfectly.
You hear him chuckle as you clench around him, feel his grin as he's lapping up your juices. When you release, cumming hard on his face, he keeps going, coaxing out as many more orgasms from you as he pleases. He's not happy until you're blissed out, a dopey smile on your face as you shake off the daze of your climax.
“You did well, darling. You're so beautiful when you're happy and relaxed like this.” He says, as he picks you up to carry you to the shower. He takes care of you, and ensures he never catches you talking down on yourself again. He even pays extra attention to your least favorite parts in the future, kissing and stroking them gently as if his hands could heal you.
Dabi is mean when you don't give him what he wants. His hands aren't meant to hold gently, his voice isn't meant to speak sweet nothings. Now, he'll praise you and compliment you, but he's not soft by any means. So when he says sit, he means SIT. You make the mistake of hovering, and he growls, irritated. “You fuckin kidding me? Whats your problem?” He asks, annoyed at your resistance. You're usually putty in his hands, just the way he likes. “I'm just….I feel like I'm too heavy, I don't know.” You say, growing more nervous about disappointing him now that you're voicing your insecurities. “Shut up, don't be stupid.” He scolds, gripping your hips with his hands harshly. His grip is firm, almost bruising. “You’re mine. Wouldn't make you mine if you weren't perfect. So stop talking shit about what I own. Or maybe I should burn my name into your skin so you remember?” He threatens, and you shiver. Your breathing is quickening, and he warms his hand with flames up just enough that it'll sting when he slaps your ass with a firm hand. You tell, and drop onto his mouth, unable to stay steady from the harsh slap. He licks you slowly, savoring it, taking his time. He doesn't let you cum right away, oh no, he makes you wait. Especially after testing his patience and making him convince you. He slowly sucks on your clit, bringing a finger to slip inside, savoring how wet you are.
“Oh, fuck! Can I cum?” You ask, desperation laced through your voice.
“Ah-ah. Hold it.” He scolds, continuing his ministrations with a dangerous smirk. He loves the way you fall apart, the way he can feel you clenching around his fingers as you chase your release.
“It's too much…I can't..” You whine, trying to hold back, but knowing you'll be overwhelmed soon. “Please..Touya?”
He lets out a dark chuckle, raspy and deep in his throat. “You gonna say any more stupid shit?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt for just enough time to speak, before diving back in. When you don't answer right away, he slaps your ass, causing you to cry out.
“N-no! I won't! I promise.” You plead, grinding against his face desperately as you hold back the orgasm that's been threatening to burst for far too long.
He pulls away, his gravelly voice cutting through your haze. “Alright, go ahead and let go. Show me how good I make you feel.” He instructs, before returning his mouth to your aching clit and coaxing you through the orgasm. You cum so hard your vision blurs, and you lose yourself for a few moments. You don't even notice at first that he's rolled you off of him and is above you, fingers still buried deep inside. You shudder as you come down, opening your eyes and taking in the sight of him above you. He pulls his fingers out, licking them before shoving them into your mouth, and you suck them clean. “That's it. Such a dirty fucking slut for me. You're all mine, aren't you?” He teases, and you blink up at him with dazed, bleary eyes.
“I'm all yours.” You whisper.
“Good.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. It's a rare, soft gesture, and it's punctuated by a quick kiss to your lips. He leaves you on the couch as he goes to get something to eat for the both of you. And though he's not one for cuddles, or too much gentle affection, he lets you rest your back to his chest while you relax together watching TV, and you feel his chin rest on your head. It's as loving as he can be right now, but it's enough to remind you that you're all he needs.
You dodged a blast, pivoted hard—and nearly tripped over your own foot. The jolt from your landing sent a visible jiggle through your chest. Time paused for a second. Your breathing hitched. Bakugo, standing just a few feet away, had clearly noticed.
His eyes widened—just for a blink. Then:
“Oi.” You turned. “What?” Bakugo was already glaring, face pink like a whole sunset. “Tch—what the hell was that?” “What was what?” you teased, innocently wiping sweat from your brow. “You know what!” he barked, pointing without looking directly at you. “Your—your shit was bouncing all over the damn place! You tryna get someone killed out here?!”
You grinned. “Aw, Bakugo… were you watching?” “I WASN’T WATCHING, DUMBASS!”
He stormed off, swearing under his breath and absolutely not making eye contact for the rest of training.
(…but you did catch him peeking again later.)
Todoroki Shoto
You were running drills outside, sun high and blazing. You’d just landed from a jump, laughing with momentum— —and that laugh shook everything.
Including, very noticeably, your chest.
Todoroki caught it mid-turn. He stopped moving. Just stood there, blinking slowly like his internal software needed a reboot.
“…Did… that happen because of the jump?” You tilted your head. “What?” He pointed subtly. Too subtly. “Your, um…” He looked up at the sky, anywhere but your torso. “They… moved.” You snorted. “You mean my boobs bounced?” His ears turned pink immediately. “I didn’t want to say it like that,” he muttered.
You could see his eyes flick toward your chest, then dart away like it physically pained him. He cleared his throat. “Is that normal?” “Yeah, it’s gravity. You ever heard of it?” “…I have. I just didn’t know it applied that much to, um… you.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Shoto, are you okay?” He nodded. Then paused. “I will be. I just need… a minute. Maybe several.”
He wandered away like he needed to meditate under a waterfall.
Midoriya Izuku (Deku)
You were jogging beside him during a warm-up. Light banter, casual conversation—until you tripped on uneven pavement. He caught your arm, steadying you just as you stumbled into him. Your chest bounced against your momentum, and bam—the jiggle happened. Right in his peripheral.
And oh no. He saw everything.
He froze like someone pressed pause. You looked up at him. “Thanks for catching me!” He didn’t respond. His face was glowing red—eyelids twitching like he was fighting for control of his brain.
“Uh—uhhh—n-no problem!” You raised an eyebrow. “Midoriya?” He straightened like he was at a military inspection. “Y-Yep! Yes! Totally fine, absolutely okay!” he blurted, eyes pointed directly at the horizon. “Didn’t see anything!! I mean—I wasn’t looking! I mean—I’m respectful!”
You smirked, leaning just a bit closer. “You sure? Looked like you almost went full-on analysis mode back there.” His knees almost buckled. “N-No! I would never—well, I have studied human anatomy for—N-NOT LIKE THAT! I mean in a purely combat—I mean—"
You giggled. “Relax, Izuku. I’m not mad.” He gulped. “Y-you’re not?” “Nope,” you said, nudging his arm with a flirty smile. “If you wanted to look… you could’ve just asked.”
He combusted. Like, physically short-circuited and squeaked.
“Wha—I—HUH?!”
You walked ahead, hips swaying, calling over your shoulder: “C’mon, Hero. Better keep up.”
He followed you in a daze, whispering, “I think I’m in love…”
Kirishima Eijiro
You were in the gym, goofing off while waiting your turn on the bench press. Kirishima was spotting Denki, watching you from the corner of his eye as you tried to mimic a funny dance move someone had shown you earlier.
One hop, two hops—then that one bounce that sent your chest jiggling.
Denki dropped the bar on his chest.
“BRO—HELP—” “Oh SH—SORRY!” Kirishima scrambled to help, yanking the bar off Denki and practically throwing it back onto the rack. “You okay, man?”
Denki wheezed, “Why’d you space out like that? You were looking at—”
Kirishima slapped a hand over Denki’s mouth. “N-NOTHING! I saw NOTHING!”
You walked over with a grin. “You alright, Red Riot?” He turned to you. Then turned bright red—matching his hair.
“Y-Yeah! Yep! Totally fine! Just, uh… focused on… the structural integrity of your bounce—NO WAIT—I MEAN—form! FORM! Training form!!” You laughed. “Kiri, did my boobs break your brain?” He slapped both hands over his face. “NO! I mean—maybe?!”
You leaned in close, teasing, “You liked it, didn’t you?” He peeked at you between his fingers and mumbled, “I mean… they are super manly... I mean!! YOU’RE manly! Not that—uh—not that I was staring! I just—" You tilted your head, smirking. “Cute,” you whispered, walking off.
He stood frozen, muttering, “I’m gonna die. I’m dying. This is how I die…”
Denki Kaminari
It was something stupid—of course it was.
You were laughing way too hard at something Sero said, doubled over and clutching your stomach. When you came back up, you did a little skip backward to avoid a tossed water bottle— —and the hop sent your chest bouncing, jiggling just right.
Denki bluescreened.
His jaw dropped. His brain sparked. And then… his nose started bleeding.
“OHMYGOD,” he squeaked, slapping both hands over his face. “I’M FINE. I’M GOOD. I SAW NOTHING.” Sero: “Bro, you definitely saw something.” Denki: “SHUT UP, SERO. I’M INNOCENT.” You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed under your chest—just enough to push ‘em up a bit.
“You okay there, Pikachu?” you asked, knowingly. He squealed. Like, actually squealed. “DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR ARMS!!” You leaned in. “Do what, exactly?” He sparked so hard his hair stood up like a static-charged balloon.
“DO NOT WEAPONIZE THE JIGGLE,” he gasped, clutching his heart. “I WILL DIE. I AM A BOY. A FRAGILE, HORNY BOY.”
You patted his shoulder sweetly. “Noted.” He passed out. Literally. Just tipped back and collapsed in a pile of embarrassment.
Sero Hanta
You and Sero were helping tape off a training course—his specialty. He was walking backward, spooling tape as you jogged to keep up beside him.
You hit a little uneven patch of ground, stumbled slightly—and your chest did that thing.
That perfect bounce.
Sero flinched mid-step. The tape snapped back into his face.
“OW—DAMN IT—” You gasped. “Are you okay?!” He pulled tape off his cheek, blinking at you like he just saw God.
“Y-Yeah… I’m… fine…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but your torso. You tilted your head. “That didn’t look like a tape malfunction. Looked more like—” “I WASN’T LOOKING,” he interrupted way too fast. You smirked. “Didn’t say you were.” He squinted at you. “You knew what you were doing.” “Oh? And what exactly did I do, Sero?”
His mouth opened. Closed. His brain rebooted.
“…Gravity is a menace.”
You leaned in close, just enough to make him gulp. “You want me to jog again?”
He stumbled backward into the course pole. “…Ma’am. I am just a humble tape dispenser. Please.”
You walked away, laughing. He stood there gripping his roll of tape like a lifeline, whispering:
“Don’t fall in love… don’t fall in love… you already fell in love, idiot…”
Shinso Hitoshi
You were both sitting on the floor during patrol prep, stretching out before your shift. Shinso was leaning back on his hands, watching the clouds above you two with that usual sleepy expression.
You reached up in a yawn, arms overhead, chest lifted— —and when you dropped your arms back down with a bounce, your chest followed.
He blinked.
Paused.
You didn’t miss the way his head turned ever so slightly.
“…You good?” you asked, teasing. He didn’t look at you. “I’m fine.” “You sure?” “Completely.” “…You totally looked.”
He finally glanced at you. Calm. Dangerous. Lips curled just slightly. “I’m not blind,” he said. You grinned. “So you admit it?” “I admit that physics is real, and I’m cursed with 20/20 vision.”
You leaned in, whispering, “You like what you saw?” He stared at you. Then smirked. “…You planning to weaponize that on patrol?” “Maybe.”
Shinso tilted his head, voice low and teasing now. “Then I might have to file a complaint. Or maybe a request. For a repeat performance.”
You stared, stunned. He stood up casually, yawning. “C’mon, kitten. Patrol’s waiting.”
You sat there blinking, heart racing, jaw dropped.
“…HE FLIRTED BACK?!!?”
Neito Monoma
You were walking through the hallway, bouncing slightly with each step because your shoes had just a bit too much spring. You didn’t notice it at first, but Monoma definitely did.
He was next to you, mid-rant about Class 1-A as usual, when your chest did one innocent, completely accidental jiggle.
He choked on his own words.
“—and that’s why they’re absolute—WHA—!”
He froze. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.
You stopped. “Uh… Monoma?” He whipped around and stood directly in front of you, arms out like a human privacy screen.
“DO NOT MOVE.” “What?” “THOSE—” he hissed, pointing at your chest like it offended him. “THEY. JIGGLED.” “Yeah?” you said, confused. “So what?” “So what?!” he snapped, turning red. “THEY—PEOPLE—EYES! This school is full of perverts!”
You started laughing, but he was dead serious. He pulled his jacket off and draped it around your chest like a cape.
“There. No one’s looking but me.” You blinked. “But you?” His hands flew up to cup them through the jacket like he was guarding the Crown Jewels. “I’m your protector, your knight, your exclusive licensed boob inspector—” “NEITO!” “FOR SCIENCE!!!”
You shoved him back, blushing and laughing. He stood firm. “I’ll STAND HERE ALL DAY. NO ONE. LOOKS. AT MY QUEEN’S. JIGGLE.”
“…Did you just call me your queen?” He pointed dramatically to the sky. “You were born to rule—and bounce—with pride!!”
Hawks (Keigo Takami)
It was hot. You were in a tank top. And Hawks was absolutely not helping.
You were reaching up to grab something off a shelf, arms stretched—and gravity did what gravity does best. Your chest jiggled, just enough for someone with hawk vision to catch it.
You turned around, item in hand.
Hawks was leaning against the doorframe.
Smirking.
Eyes locked directly on you.
“Damn,” he whistled low. “Didn’t know I needed tickets to that bounce show.”
Your eyes widened.
“W-WHAT?!” He grinned wider, wings flexing just a bit. “Front row seats too. Lucky me.”
You slapped your hands over your chest. “H-Hawks!” He walked in casually, tilting his head. “Aw, don’t get shy now, baby bird. You killed me with that move.” “It wasn’t a move!” “Felt like one.” He leaned in. “But hey, if it wasn’t intentional… that just makes you naturally lethal.”
You squeaked. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—like—bounce?? I-I don’t even get why people like that—!”
He blinked, then chuckled softly. “Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, brushing a loose feather off your shoulder. “That kind of innocence? That’s even hotter.”
You practically combusted. “I—I—shut up!” He raised his hands, laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop. For now.”
Then he winked. “But you should really give your boobs some credit. They’ve got wings of their own.”
You covered your face and screamed into your soul.
Tamaki Amajiki
You and Tamaki were paired up for training—something chill. No combat, just passing gear between each other and checking inventory.
He handed you a box. You reached for it with both arms and— jiggle.
Just a little. But he saw. And you saw that he saw.
And he saw that you saw him seeing.
Then you both FROZE.
“U-Um…” you squeaked. Tamaki’s whole face turned pomegranate red. He stared at the wall like it personally offended him. “I—I didn’t— I-I wasn’t—”
“I-it was gravity,” you mumbled, staring at your shoes. “That’s just—how it works…” “I swear I wasn’t trying to look!” he blurted, eyes wide and panicking. “I was just handing the box—! I—I didn’t mean to—I respect you!! A LOT!!”
You waved your hands, frantically. “No no no! It’s okay! I wasn’t mad! I-I just wasn’t expecting the, um—bounce factor!”
He choked on air. You covered your face. He covered his face.
Now you were just standing there like two overheated lobsters, fidgeting, hands flailing.
Then quietly, from behind his hands, Tamaki mumbled:
“…They’re… really cute, though.” You malfunctioned. “W-WHAT?!” “I SAID NOTHING!!” he yelped, teleporting behind a stack of boxes like a coward.
You shouted back, still blushing, “Y-YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND RUN!!”
“MAYBE I CAN!!” You peeked over the boxes. He was crouched down, hiding his face in his scarf.
You held up the box again. “Do you… still want to finish training?” “…Only if you promise not to bounce anymore…” he whispered.
“I CAN’T PROMISE THAT, TAMAKI, IT’S PHYSICS!!!”
Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)
You were doing warm-up stretches before training, bent slightly forward, reaching for your toes. Nothing crazy… until you stood up too quickly.
One step back. One bounce.
Aizawa blinked. Paused. Deadpan locked in.
“…That happen often?” he asked flatly.
You turned to him, confused. “Huh?” He gestured lazily toward your chest with his capture weapon, like it was a passing weather report. “That little earthquake.”
You stared, face heating. “Wh—! I—I didn’t mean to—!” He shrugged. “Didn’t say it was a problem.” “YOU NOTICED?!” “I’m not blind.” You covered your face with both hands. “Oh my god.”
He sighed, sipping coffee. “Relax. You’re not the first person with bounce physics in my class.”
You peeked through your fingers. “Are you—are you judging me?” He looked you dead in the eye. “I’m judging gravity. It betrayed us both.”
You blinked. He sipped. You blinked harder.
“…Did you just make a joke?” He looked away. “Don’t get used to it.”
You were about to respond, but then he muttered under his breath as he walked away:
“…Still a better distraction than Mineta’s face.”
HELLO MY LOVES, POSTED THIS W MY PHONE SO IDK IF IT LOOKS OFF OR WEIRD SO ERM..uh…once i get my laptop back I’ll be editing this and pasting it on my masterlist but as of now idk how to..so..YES
You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.
At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.
It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.
In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.
So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.
His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.
"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.
"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.
"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.
"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.
His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.
"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."
As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.
"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"
SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO
shinso is good at a lot of things. straight As, guitar, knowing exactly what to say that’ll get your thighs pressed together for friction. most would know him for his impeccably bad posture or his complimentary resting bitch face. of all the things you’ve known him for, his hands are probably your favourite.
being naturally good with his words, his physical talents are often left underestimated. it started when he invited you over to his place, to help pack his room for a big move. or maybe clean up his bookshelf. whatever it was, it ended with him seated on the edge of his bed while you sat next to him on the floor, looking up as his fingers skimmed over the guitar strings.
every now and then, his indigo eyes would furrow while he worked out a tune. at one point, maybe his tongue was stuck out. he could have been strumming the national anthem, and you’d have no way of knowing. your attention focused solely on his hands, and bow they moved across the strings, skilfully plucking each line, curling.
among the many things shinso is great at, he’s also very perceptive. which is why he has your clothes on the floor, allowing you to straddle his waist while he buried his index and middle finger into your soaked heat.
he has half a mind to laugh, watching your back arch when he circles your clit with his thumb. whatever he asked you to come over for is long forgotten.
“feel good, princess?” his voice deep, raspy, looking up at you while you catch your breath. you whine, and he feels his cock twitch underneath his sweatpants. he continues playing your pussy like an instrument, the music, of course, being your voice.
he develops a steady rhythm, pumping his two fingers in and out while chasing the feeling of you around him, knowing you’re close. he thinks, for a moment, of withdrawing his hands completely, letting you and your big, beautiful eyes lick his fingers clean, and then pulling you down onto his hard, throbbing dick. how he’d love to let you ride him, chase your own pleasure before deciding he doesn’t have the patience and thrusting up into you.
“fuck, hitoshi!” you half scream, and it pulls him back down. his fingers haven’t slowed in you. he can’t tell if he’s surprised that you said his first name, or that you came on his hands.
regardless, he rides out your orgasm, running his perfect fucking fingers between your folds before slowly withdrawing. his usual smartass mouth plasters a grin, a shit-eating one that would otherwise piss you off, had you not had the ride of your life off his hand alone.
a/n: this has been haunting me since it got sent it in
chars: k. bakugo, e. kirishima, s. todoroki, h. shinso
k. bakugo
it started as a taunt that your vibe made you cum harder than he ever did, which is absolutely untrue but katsuki wanted you to eat your words. so he’s got you sitting between his legs in front of the floor length mirror and your legs held open by his.
“kats.” you whine turning your head to the side, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“look forward.” he whispers in your neck.
you slowly turn you head and when you see him in the mirror he’s grinning. he grabs your vibe and flicks it on, the sound of the vibrations making you jump. he presses it to your thigh, slowly sliding it up the inside and hovering it just above your clit.
“it’s not better.” you shake your head.
“i know it’s not.” and then he taps it against your clit.
“katsuki!” your hips jolt.
“hm?” another tap.
“please.” your hips buck.
“mm, so now you want it all of a sudden?” he presses it to your clit and turns it up a setting.
he watches you squirm in the mirror, jerking back against him as he starts to circle your little vibe. your legs are shaking, trying so hard to shut but he’s got you held open.
“kats please.” you whine.
“shush.” he flicks the setting higher and watches your pussy leak more. “makin a fuckin mess.” he shakes it around your clit and you burst, cumming hard and messy.
he just holds your legs open wider, other hand going up to your chin and making you look at him in the mirror. your legs are shaking, loud moans falling from your lips as he never lets up.
he makes you cum a couple more times, smirking at you in the mirror, finally starting to like the little vibe and how quick it can wreck you. he starts lifting and tapping the vibe against your clit again, chuckling at the way your hips buck. a few more tap and then he’s pressing it against your clit and watching you cum and fall apart again.
“i- i need a break!” you claw at his wrist.
“yeah, then you’re getting fucked and i’m keeping that right on your clit.” he scoops you off the floor and plops you back on the bed.
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e. kirishima
this all started because he jumped on your bed and shoved his hands under your pillow to pull it closer but found your vibe instead. you flushed and tried to pull it out of his hands but he jumped up and kept it just out of your reach.
“eiji please.” you whine.
“that what you say when you’re using this?” he smirks down at you.
“i.. shut up!” you cross your arms, pout forming on your lips.
“i wanna see you use it.” he steps closer.
“no!” you go to grab it again but he just pulls you against his chest.
“lemme use it on you.” his voice drops.
“what?” you squeak, cheeks flushing.
“c’monnn. sit between my legs and lemme play with your little pussy.” he smirks. “bet you look so cute when you’re cumming.” he walks you over to the mirror.
“eiji.” you whine up at him.
“what baby?” he coos down at you. “s’okay, gonna treat you and this pussy like princesses, yeah?” he tugs you to the floor with him.
you settle between his legs, cheeks flushing wildly as he stares at you in the mirror. he sets the vibe on the floor and rubs his big hands up your thighs, slowly pulling your skirt up, fingertips barely touching your panties.
“on or off?” he tugs on the cotton.
“off.” you glance at him in the mirror before looking down.
you lift your hips and he slides your panties off and then spreads your thighs. his eyes are immediately glued to your pussy, he grabs the vibe and slides it up and down your center watching your legs shake. he turns it on and the vibrations have you clamping down on your lip.
“nonono let those sounds out.” his voice drips down your neck.
“eiji.” you whine.
“feels good?” he presses it a little harder.
“yes! yesyes eiji!” he groans.
he rubs it around your clit, watching your slick drip down, little pussy fluttering around nothing. he flicks it up a setting and your legs squeeze shut as you cum. he hooks his legs over yours and spreads them open again, watching your pussy leak even more.
“so cute when you cum, i wanna see it again.” he whispers, placing small kisses on your shoulder.
“e- eijirou- i.. nghh!! feels so good! it’s- hic! it’s!” you cum again and his eyes widen at how fast you came again.
“this how quick it normally is?” he turns it up a setting and you squeal.
“no!” you gasp. “‘s you! for you!” you hold onto his wrist.
he can’t stop pulling pleasure from you after that, he’s so focused on making you cum over and over. you’re shaking with tears in your eyes, the sounds of your juices on the vibe so loud it’s competing with your moans. with one more setting change you’re squirting and his jaw drops watching you thrash in his arms. he pulls the vibe away and holds you whispering soft praise in your ear.
“eiji.. want more.” you weakly grab for his hand.
“you need a break.” he chuckles.
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s. todoroki
the only reason you’re sitting in front of this mirror with shoto behind you is because he found your vibe in your drawer and was curious. you tried to snatch it out of his hand but he was insistent and said he wanted to try it on you.
“i haven’t used it since i met you.” you squeak when he spreads your thighs.
“then we’ll use it now.” he hooks his legs over yours.
“sho we don’t have- ” you’re cut off with a moan when he turns it on and presses it right on your clit.
“right here?” he stares at you in the mirror.
“shoto!! fuck shoto!” your nails dig into his arm.
“this is only the first setting.” he watches the way your legs start to shake. “feel good?” he circles it around your clit and you push back into him.
“yesss! yes it’s good!” you nod your head.
he hums and stares in between your thighs, watching the way you start to drip. he slides the toy down and presses it against your pussy, tilting his head at the sound of your wetness on the vibrating head. he drags it back up to your clit and flicks it up a setting.
“why don’t you use this?” he scrunches his brows. “you really like it.” when he starts to circle it you choke back a sob.
“i- sho!” you whimper and your orgasm slams through you.
“that was quick.” he doesn’t pull the vibe away. “we could use it while i fuck you?” he tilts his head.
“wha-?” you’re panting now.
his other hand leaves your waist and slips between your legs, two fingers circling your pussy before pushing them in. he slowly fucks them into you, breathing a little heavier at the way you soak his hand.
“shoto ‘s too much.” he curls his fingers, moving them faster.
“you’re really wet.” he can’t look away from you in the mirror. “let’s turn it up.”
the moment he turns up you’re cumming again, still so worked up from the first. you’re squirming in his arms, thighs trying so hard to close around his hands but he keeps working you.
“sho- nghh! please!” you sputter.
“just.. just keep cumming baby.” he’s panting behind you, staring at you in the mirror.
you don’t even know how long it’s been or how many times you’ve cum but your boneless, leaning back against his chest. he finally pulls his fingers out of your sticky pussy and flicks the vibe off watching your chest heave.
“wanna use that again.” he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
“a break.” you pant. “please sho.”
“course.” he hums.
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h. shinso
your face burns as hitoshi holds your package out to you with raised brows. this company said they used discreet packaging but apparently not.
“so.. do you want me to leave so you can like.. have alone time or whatever?” the faint smirk on his lips makes you want to lock yourself in your room.
“no! i.. no it’s..” you’re at a loss.
“want me to.. show you how to use it?” you choke on air.
“what?” your eyes widen.
“c’mon let’s open it up.” he nods.
you watch him walk down the hall with your vibe and head straight into his room. you linger in the doorway, thighs squeezed together and cheeks on fire. you step into his room and he’s already sitting at his desk cutting into the box.
“mm, this is pretty.” he pulls it out. “same color as my hair.” he smiles up at you.
“no! i- ”
“c’mere let’s try it out.” he pats his thigh.
he pulls you onto his lap and scoots his chair over so you’re both facing his mirror. he helps you prop your legs up on his arm rests and flips your skirt up. the vibe in his hand turns on and you whimper. he hovers it over your panties and when he presses it against the cotton you whine and cover your face.
“toshi!” your hips jerk.
“see you just gotta keep it riiight here.” he circles it around your covered clit. “feels good, hm?” he glances at your face in the mirror.
“yes!” you nod your head, peeking at him through your fingers.
“move your hands f’me.” his other hand hand reaches up and wraps around your wrist.
you slowly drop your hands, looking at him with flushed cheeks. he turns up the setting, chuckling as you jerk back against him, watching in the mirror as your panties get wetter.
“want me to pull these to the side? show you what it feels like on this little pussy?” he whispers in your ear.
“t- toshi!” you cum at his words, legs shaking, whimpers spilling out of your mouth.
“fuck you’re so cute.” he groans.
“you- mmf! you can move em.” you nod, looking at him in the mirror.
his fingers hook into your panties, tugging the soaked cotton and exposing your slick folds in the mirror. he licks his bottom lip and brings the vibe back to your center, lowering the setting and barely ghosting it over your slit, chuckling at the way you buck in his arms.
“ready?” he catches your eyes in the mirror.
“mhmmMMhmm!” he presses the head right on your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“surprised you didn’t get anything to stuff you full.” he slides the vibe down to buzz at your entrance. “know you got this vibe cuase it matches my hair.. so do you want me to mold my dick into a dildo for you?” you cum again, crying out his name.
he grins staring at how ruined you are in the mirror and slides the vibe back up to your poor puffy clit. you’re squirming in his lap, legs shaking, toes curling in your socks as your slick drips down onto his sweats.
orgasm after orgasm is pulled from you, no thoughts, just hitoshi pulling pleasure from your body. you can’t catch your breath and he makes you make a mess all over your toy and his hands until you’re pushing at his hand begging for a break.
“yeah, catch your breath baby.” he flicks the vibe off. “not done with you yet.” he chuckles watching your legs snap shut.
— ft. k.bakugo, i.midoriya, s.todoroki, t.iida, h.shinsou, e.kirishima
— author’s note : first post, please be kind world!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
⭑ Katsuki Bakugo
You fell first.
Second week at U.A. and you were already head over heels for him. No one really understood why—it was Bakugo Katsuki, after all. Always yelling, always scowling, always furious at the world. He barely looked your way. Mina and Denki joked that you must have a death wish whenever you brought him up.
But then… things changed. Quietly.
For some reason, he never yelled at you. Not even once. Not even when you threw yourself in front of Tsuyu during a practice mission and ended up needing to be carried out of the building.
He just muttered, “Dumbass” twice, while lifting you up and walking you to Recovery Girl.
After that came the water bottles. Every time training ended, he’d toss you one and mumble, “Stay hydrated. I’m not carrying you again.”
Liar.
Kirishima was the only one who noticed he always kept an extra bottle, just in case.
The real turning point, though?
That poor boy from Class B who dared to ask you on a date.
Bakugo nearly exploded. Kirishima had to physically hold him back to stop him from lunging at the guy.
And before you could even respond, Bakugo grabbed your wrist and started walking.
You were stunned.
“Bakugo—what are you doing?”
“Me and you,” he said gruffly, eyes locked straight ahead.
“Date. Now.”
That night changed everything.
No one dared to tease him after that. Not when he made it so clear you were his. And he didn’t care what anyone thought.
He loved you loudly, fiercely, intentionally—until the whole damn school stopped questioning why you had fallen so hard for him.
And by then, he had already fallen harder.
⭑ Izuku Midoriya
He fell first.
He knew he liked you—really liked you—the moment you used your quirk to throw the ball so far that everyone realized: if someone was getting expelled that day, it definitely wasn’t you.
Admiration wasn’t the reason he noticed his feelings.
Most of your classmates were impressed by your control, your power, the precision with which you handled something so seemingly simple.
But Izuku? He didn’t reach for his notebook. He didn’t ramble about your technique or potential. He just… watched. No notes. No muttering. Just silence.
He saw the way your shoulders relaxed when it was over. The way you laughed at something Mina said, and how you smiled when Bakugo threw in one of his backhanded compliments. He noticed everything.
He never admitted it, but when he broke his finger to launch that ball across the field, it wasn’t just to prove himself.
Yes, he wanted to stay at U.A. Yes, he wanted to make All Might proud.
But truthfully?
He just wanted to stay long enough to see you again.
Even if that meant going through Aizawa’s “one of you will be expelled” threat every week.
(He was so relieved when no one actually was.)
But you—sweet, clueless you—you fell harder.
Everyone knew how smitten Deku was with you. And deep down, so did you. But when you called your mom late one night, asking for the recipe of a pastry you knew he loved, something shifted.
You spent hours in the kitchen baking batch after batch, trying to get it just right. You barely slept, but the next morning you showed up, cheeks red, handing him the best one you had.
You both blushed your way through breakfast that day, and when he smiled—really smiled—you knew you were done for.
Eventually, you started dating.
Yes, he is your biggest supporter. He loves you loudly and earnestly.
But you?
You’re his biggest fan—collecting every merch, magazine, and article with his name on it.
And he tries to act like it doesn’t get to him.
But it does.
And it makes him happier than he’ll ever admit.
⭑ Shoto Todoroki
You fell first.
You had already fallen for him years before he even looked at you that way.
It all started when your parents arranged for both of you to train when you were 8, to make out of you enemies who would eventually compete to be the #1 pro hero.
Both of you would fight each other, week after week. You, technically, weren’t allowed to exchange pleasantries—after all, you were there to compete. But you would always find a way to talk to him, about anything really. Once you started to talk about how much you missed eating candies, he didn’t answer, but a timid smile formed on his face.
As the years passed, you started to develop feelings for him. He would catch you staring for too long, you made it seem as if you were analyzing him or just zoned out, but deep down, both of you knew.
As both of you made it into U.A., your friendship finally had a chance to grow. To have actual, not rushed conversations. But you never pressured him, never talked about your obvious feelings, you knew he needed time to heal, as much as you did.
But, eventually, he fell harder.
Much harder.
Maybe it was during that night patrol in second year, when he almost got hit by debris and you shielded him without hesitation—burning the edge of your hero costume in the process. He didn’t say much that night. Just looked at you with those stormy eyes and asked, quietly, “Are you okay?”
Or maybe it was the moment he realized you had memorized his favorite tea, the exact way he liked it. That day, you passed him a cup without saying a word, and he froze, fingers lingering on the ceramic longer than they should have. You always noticed the small things—especially when he didn’t say them out loud.
It was never loud, the way he loved you.
But it was there—in how he always sat next to you during strategy meetings, how he started calling you after rough patrols, how he waited for you after every exam. You never asked him to. He just always did.
Eventually, one evening after training, when the sun was sinking low behind the U.A. dorms, he looked at you and said,
“You were the first person who treated me like I wasn’t broken.”
You looked at him, startled by the confession.
And then, softly: “You never were.”
He didn’t say anything back.
But that was the moment he knew he was yours—fully, irreversibly.
And that he had fallen far too deep to ever come back up.
⭑ Tenya Iida
You fell first.
Maybe it was the way he apologized with his whole soul after accidentally bumping into you in the hallway.
Or the way he always remembered to pull a chair for you before meetings.
Or how he waited outside your dorm when he knew you’d had a hard day—without saying a word, just… being there.
Maybe it was how fiercely protective he was of the people he loved. The way he fought for his brother’s name, for what he believed in, even when it left him bruised.
Or maybe it was after that mission, when you were gravely injured, and he carried you all the way to the nurse’s office, gripping you tightly, whispering your name, running faster than even he thought possible.
You didn’t remember it well—you were slipping in and out of consciousness—but he did. Every second.
And the next day, he came back.
With pastries.
And the neatest notes he had ever taken—if that was even possible, just so you could study.
And hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
He was kind. Loving. Unintentionally funny. A gentleman through and through.
Of course you fell first.
But poor Iida…
he fell harder.
He tried. Honestly, he did. You were both studying, you were both young—he told himself that again and again. But he never got past those two excuses. Not really.
He stayed up until 3 a.m. with Sato trying to recreate that chocolate cake you always praised, just to cheer you up after your injury.
He spent the entire night debating whether to visit you before classes.
He didn’t.
But he left the tray outside your door anyway, carefully arranged. And still came back later, awkward but devoted, with more pastries and a hundred unspoken words.
Somewhere between all the long hours, the careful notes, the conversations under low dorm lighting—
He fell. Harder than he’d ever thought possible.
For him, it wasn’t just affection.
You were a promise. A reminder that he could build something good in this world—with you in it.
And when he saw you cry once, quietly, under the staircase after another grueling day, something broke in him.
He sat beside you. Took off his gloves. Held your hand.
It was the first time he’d touched you, skin to skin.
And his hands wouldn’t stop trembling.
From then on, he never tried to hide it again.
He memorized your schedule.
He read your favorite books.
He learned to brew your favorite tea, even though he didn’t like tea.
You noticed. Of course you did.
But you didn’t say anything.
Not until he showed up at your door one night, fists clenched, eyes wide, tie slightly crooked, and said:
“I know this may be reckless and horribly timed, but I am—truly, entirely—in love with you.”
You smiled.
Because by then, he didn’t need to say it.
You’d fallen first, but he made it impossible not to fall harder, too.
⭑ Hitoshi Shinsou
He fell first.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t obvious.
And at first, he told himself it was just curiosity.
When he joined the Hero Course and became part of Class 1-A, you were the first to look at him—not like the guy with the “villain-ish” quirk, not like a threat to be watched, or a weapon to be handled carefully.
You didn’t treat him with stiff politeness or cautious distance.
You treated him like a classmate. Like a potential friend.
You laughed at his jokes, tossed back your own sharp comments.
You noticed when he pulled away from the group.
You called him out when he got too closed-off—but you always gave him space when he needed it. Just… quietly shared it with him.
The moment he realized something had shifted was probably stupid.
You complimented his eyes.
You had the audacity to step a little too close, stare straight at him like you were trying to see through all the walls he’d spent years building.
He had no idea what to say.
You just laughed—soft and satisfied—
and walked away.
He thought about it for days.
He didn’t understand what he was feeling.
But then he started bringing you extra snacks after training.
He slowed his pace just enough to walk beside you.
He stood just a little too close during sparring.
It wasn’t intentional. Not at first.
But for him, you were stronger than gravity.
He fell.
And he fell quietly.
But you?
You fell harder.
You knew it the night he texted you out of nowhere:
Toshi:
Hey. Don’t come to training tomorrow. You looked tired today. Take a break.
You stared at the message for ten minutes, rereading it.
He’d noticed. He noticed you.
And he was looking out for you, in his strange, quiet, Shinsou way.
You didn’t listen, of course.
You showed up to training anyway—just to see him roll his eyes when you winked at him.
After that, it was over.
You memorized the rhythm of his voice.
You learned the little signs—when he was overwhelmed, when he needed silence, when he needed you.
You started recognizing how he fidgeted with the capture weapon Aizawa was teaching him to use—especially when he was nervous about a mission.
You could always tell.
And somehow, that made you fall even harder.
He fell first.
But you fell deeper.
And now, he doesn’t know what to do with the way your hand lingers on his sleeve.
Or how his pulse stutters when you whisper his name.
He hasn’t said it out loud yet.
But you think…
He’s almost ready.
⭑ Eijirou Kirishima
You fell first.
When you heard him say he didn’t think he was “manly enough” to be a hero, you just wanted to hug him—wrap him up in every reassurance you had, tell him that of course he was manly enough to do anything he dreamed of.
You suspected your feelings then, but shoved them under the couch, hoping no one would notice.
Mina noticed. She always did.
When he laughed too hard at one of Denki’s terrible jokes and immediately looked embarrassed, you blushed.
Sero noticed.
You blamed the heat.
But when he stepped in front of a child during a villain ambush and said,
“Don’t worry. I’m unbreakable.”
that was it. You were done for.
But Kirishima?
He fell harder.
It didn’t show all at once.
It crept in slowly.
In the way he trained just enough to always be paired with you during sparring.
In how he memorized your favorite techniques so he could practice them with you.
In how his quirk—his actual, physical walls—cracked a little when you hugged him after a hard day, and how he turned bright red trying to play it cool.
The breaking point?
Someone else confessed to you.
And he just… walked out. Silent. Stiff.
He came back hours later.
Hands shaking.
Eyes soft.
“I know I’m not smooth like Todoroki, or cool like Bakugo… but I think I’m strong enough to protect your heart.”
Boom.
Done.
Unbreakable?
Not anymore.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
steal this and katsuki bakugo will personally find you.
⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ how mha boys would react to u
putting them into your tomodachi life ! ! ♡
⎯⎯ ⸝⸝ bakugou . kirishima . denki . shinso !
𓏲⠀kirishima ：ྀི thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. he’ll be fully seated behind you, chin resting on your shoulder, holding you in his lap while reacting to every tiny thing happening onscreen — boyishly loud in your ear: “NO WAYYY LITTLE ME JUST DID THAT!” + he’s also the type to get ridiculously invested in everybody’s relationships on your island ໒꒰ྀི ౦ ̫ o꒱ྀིა . . he’ll be full on kicking his feet during during confessions, mourning arguments, clapping whenever friendships get repaired because yea, he’s just so jolly ! ! and if his mii starts dating yours??? he’ll force you to play it everyday just to see the two interact >_<
𓏲⠀bakugou ：ྀི is the type to scoff the second you tell him you added him into your game. “the hell would i wanna do that for?” . . . yet somehow, every single time you turn on your switch, he’s right there peeking over your shoulder: complains the mii doesn’t look like him enough, complains the apartment wallpaper you picked is ugly, that his tiny self keeps playing around with maracas . . but the moment you jokingly threaten to delete him? “oi. don’t touch that.” and suddenly he cares very, very deeply about the who and what pertaining to your island.
𓏲⠀denki ：ྀི i think he would totally treat your island like his own personal reality show. he is absolutely the type to give everybody god awful outfits and give them even worse catchphrases just to hear you giggle. but underneath all the chaos, he secretly gets sooo happy whenever your miis interact :c like he’ll act all smug about it while smiling at the screen. “guess even digital me got game.” . . . but really, that’s far from the truth.
𓏲⠀shinso ：ྀི pretends he’s above it at first, he really does try . . . until you catch him watching over your shoulder while his mii is taking care of your own miis hiccups. trying to be nonchalant while mumbling a : “what’s wrong with her now?” while walking by sipping on a cup of espresso. shinso makes dry little comments the entire time he you force him to watch you play, but you can tell he’s paying attention to everythingggg. especially your mii. and he’s definitely the type to lowkey get attached to the routine of it all — sitting beside you late at night while you click away ! ! bonus points if he tries not to smile when your mii asks to move in with his first.
