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todoroki, bakugou, and kirishima x reader | 2.1k words
if you interrupted them watching a spicy edit of you on social media.
warning: suggestive.
based on this request!
18+ only. minors, do not interact.
shoto todoroki
shoto sighed, walking in the door to his apartment after an especially long shift at work. his legs ached from the strenuous activities of the day, ready to sit on the couch and relax. once he shook off his jacket and slid out of his boots, he made his way to the family room from the entryway, leaving the door unlocked. you were coming over later, patiently awaiting a message announcing that he was home.
he plopped onto the couch, the air in the cushions rushing out from under his weight. the leather was cool against his skin, a welcome sensation. as he rested his head on one of the throw pillows positioned on the couch, he grabbed his phone from the front pocket of his oversized pants, scrolling to his text message conversation with you.
"i'm home." he texted. he was a dry communicator, using the least amount of words possible to convey a message. you reacted to the message with a heart, preparing to go over to his place. you two hadn't been together for long, but you quickly got used to the short responses he often sent you.
while he waited for you to arrive, he opened tiktok, ready for his mind to turn off for a while. with such a high stress job, it was one of the only ways for him to begin to relax, the silly videos able to distract him from the tension of the day. as he scrolled, the weight of his shift disappeared from his mind, his brain now laser-focused on the dopamine that released each time he saw a cute kitten or funny clip from a tv show. the familiarity of social media was a comfort to him as he unwound from work. what was not familiar, however, was seeing his new girlfriend's face all over the platform.
"y/n, the number 2 pro hero's newest lover!" the description read, sparking his interest. the tiktok was published by some account with the username of 'y/n fan club.' he pressed play on the video, his eyes widening as sexy images and clips of you went on the screen, changing on beat with the song in the background. as the different photographs crossed his phone, he felt a rush of heat going to his groin, an especially large wave hitting him as a photo of your figure appeared. his pants tightened around him as he grew harder, need for you rising in his chest as his hips shifted, the couch groaning beneath his movements.
shoto took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself as he watched the edit again and again. his body went cold as he heard the door open and shut, his heart dropping to his stomach. he rushed to adjust his member in his waistband, trying to hide his aching boner.
"shoto~!" you sung, a large smile on your face as you turned the corner into the living room, your eyes falling upon a bashful man as he turned his head towards you. you cocked your head at his expression, admiring his two-toned hair gently rested on a decorative pillow, his lean body sprawled out on the leather couch.
"oh, hey, y/n," he looked up at you, his cheeks light pink, quickly pushing his phone under his hip, silently cursing at himself as he realized that he didn't successfully close the app. you chuckled when you heard the muffled music coming from his device, walking over to the couch. planting a kiss on his nose, you sat down next to him, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion when you noticed how he wouldn't make eye contact with you.
"what is it?" you tapped his leg, pointing to the phone partially sticking out from under his body. he began an attempt to shrug it off, eventually surrendering once you straddled him, your face only a few inches from his, "tell me, sho!"
"fine, i just... saw a cute video of you on tiktok, that's all," he huffed, turning his phone towards you so you could watch. you smirked as you looked at it, your eyes darting from him, to the phone, then back to him. you moved your hips against his, relishing in the soft whine that came from shoto's lips when your core pressed against the bulge in his pants.
"you want me, don't you?" you smiled, watching as his eyes shut and he threw his head back.
"yes.. so bad,"
katsuki bakugou
bakugou always enjoyed his morning walks, visiting a nearby park to gain some serenity before his inevitably draining days working as a pro hero. the emotional wear of his job required him to reserve time for self care. he loved to listen to the chirping of the songbirds as he drank his coffee. this part of the day was sacred to him, a moment to ground himself so he could take on villains and the annoyances of everyday life.
he often found himself on a certain park bench that overlooked a pond, studying the turtles and frogs that created unpredictable ripples in the water. while he loved to observe nature, he found himself glued to his phone more frequently now that you and him had been talking more. you, a pro hero with a quirk that was so good that it could rival his, were so perplexing to him. he struggled to understand how you were so humble and friendly, even to extras that only deserved to be mowed down.
his secret admiration for you was apparently shared by thousands of others, frequently seeing videos of you on social media, sporting hundreds of comments about how you were capable of being the best hero. this discussion made his blood boil with jealousy, but he couldn't tell whether he was envious of your skills or the fact that you weren't his.
he clicked on #y/n, scrolling through various clips of your heroism until he stumbled across an edit of you, your body moving to a sensual song. photos and videos of your beautiful face and figure faded on and off of the screen to the rhythm of the music, each one almost more astounding than the last. his eyes narrowed, trying his best to ignore how fast his heart was pounding.
"fuck," katsuki whispered, his one-handed grip on the phone tightening, nearly hard enough to crush the device. he felt parched as he rewatched the video, a hand moving to his scalp to ruffle his hair in frustration. his dick stirred in his pants, leading him to nervously scan the area surrounding him. he sighed from relief when he saw he was the only one out this early.
the video played over again, katsuki still captivated as he studied each individual picture, imagining you as if you were right in front of him. he grumbled, his hands aching to feel your skin. seeing an edit of you like that drove him crazy, his mind running wild with dirty thoughts as he ran his tongue over his lips. he was thinking so vividly that he could almost smell your sweet perfume..
"oh, katsuki! it's y/n," you jogged over to the bench he was sitting on, morning dew splashing onto your sneakers. his jaw tensed as he recognized your voice, growing flustered as the enchanting scent of your perfume invaded his nostrils. he stood up, his tall figure looming in front of you before he turned towards you, a scowl on his face. you stepped back, beginning to apologize for interrupting him before he cut you off.
"speak of the fucking devil, just saw a video of you online," he muttered, his piercing gaze burning a hole into your body, "you really are something, huh? you come here just to tease me?"
"you saw it, too?" you giggled, "so, what did you think?" you looked up at him through curled eyelashes, a small smile lingering on your otherwise nervous expression. your cheeks grew warm as he nodded.
"nice, y/n. you've made it big, fans already lusting after you,"
"what did you think?" you prodded, not satisfied with his avoidant answer. you didn't really care what your fans thought, instead craving to know his opinion of you.
"what do i think? fuck, you looked great," he growled, his eyes trained on the grass beneath your feet, "makes me think about you outside of this pro hero shit that we know each other from." his response gave you goosebumps, the early morning air now feeling uncomfortably cold against your hot skin.
eijirou kirishima
kirishima's hardest days at work were spent defending certain buildings or people, on guard all of the time and exercising his quirk's endurance as he kept a close eye on the nearby environment. by the time he could take a break to eat and unwind for a few minutes, his brain and body was exhausted. this short time of leisure was essential to restoring his energy so he could continue being the manly hero he strived to be, especially useful on the days where he was busy guarding things.
he was grateful that his energy could be so easily recuperated. a snack and a place to put his feet up was all he needed to be ready to serve once more. he often scrolled on his phone, eagerly waiting for you to respond to his messages he would send that were venting about the chaos of the day and how badly he missed you.
today, you didn't respond to his messages, him choosing to pass the time by looking at different social media pages about pro heroes instead. kirishima took great pride in how the people of japan saw him, smiling as he read different comments about how chivalrous and kind he is to everyone, even if they are breaking the law.
rumors began to come out about you and him, how you seemed to be his favorite pro hero to work with. how he would make sneaky glances in your direction with a nervous smile. how he was protective of you, always the first to come to your defense when critics were being rude towards your agency. your relationship didn't have to be a secret, but you both preferred privacy. each of you were great pro heroes on your own, you didn't need the publicity of romance to boost your individual reputations.
it was common for eijirou to see posts about his colleagues on social media, him giving each one a supportive like and going on with his day. while his feed was typically filled with other pros, posts of you weren't often recommended to him due to his careful avoidance of interacting with content of you. the public had a sharp eye, and he didn't want to fuel the fire of rumors.
as he scrolled, chuckling at various posts and scoffing at others, he saw a video of you, the first one he'd seen in a while. your smile flashed onto the screen, various photos and videos following it, timed perfectly with the background music. a wide smile crossed his face as he watched, taking a sip of his water before nearly choking, the video cutting to a slow clip of you dancing, your eyes looking seductively into the camera as you winked.
damn.
he replayed it, soaking up each individual frame. you looked gorgeous. addicting, even. his heart ached for you as he kept repeating the same part of the video: you dancing. it was an uncoordinated, awkward dance, but it was you, and he couldn't get enough.
he texted you once more, jumping as he heard the text tone you have for him from behind, followed by a sigh from a familiar and inviting voice.
"aww, you ruined my surprise!" you whined, lightly tapping your fingers against his shoulder. he turned with a huge smile, his muscular arms seizing you into a bear hug as he kissed all over your face. you sat on his thigh, balanced in his embrace as he melted into your touch, energy pulsing through his veins at the excitement and shock of seeing you. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you each time he exhaled onto your sensitive skin.
"you're a great surprise on your own, y/n!" he whispered in your ear, lightly nibbing on the lobe with his sharp teeth, "i can't believe you're patrolling in the same area as me today, what are the odds,"
"oh, i'm not, i just wanted to pay you a visit," you cooed, giggling as you squeezed his bicep, your hand unable to fully wrap around it, "wanted to see how manly you are when you're on duty."
his heart skipped a beat. you always reminded him of why he has always tried so hard to be a pro. he needs to protect you.
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bakugou and todoroki x fem reader who is on their period | .9k words
warning: pain and periods mentioned.
quite self indulgent honestly
bakugou made more of an effort not to give you a hard time when he knew you were on your period. partly because he knew he was an important source of comfort in your life... and partly because you would bite his head off if he tried to test you in those moments. nobody would believe it, but the prickly man turns into an absolute teddy bear when you aren't feeling well, willing to do anything it takes to put a smile on your face. even though he loves to do hero work and be active in the community, he would gladly take a day off if you need him. you have always been his first priority.
he was weirdly in tune with your body, taking note of your fluctuating emotional states and picking up on even the subtlest of hints that your period was approaching. your most recent period was no exception, him being prepared in advance with chocolates, a heating pad, wine, and anything else you could possibly want. of course, he never outwardly said these things were for this occasion, but he liked to be ready.
that day, he took careful consideration to ensure he littered nonchalant compliments into your conversations, overly conscious about how you would be hard on yourself during these times. he didn't want to inflate your ego, but he hated when you would get so upset over how undesirable you felt at the moment. you were his beautiful girl, how could you ever be undesirable to him?
when you told him later in the day that you had started your period, he was satisfied internally that he was right once again, a small smirk on his face. as a response, he rubbed across your back with gentle caresses, the calluses on his hand creating friction that you adored. even if his hands weren't soft or smooth, they were familiar, something you craved when you needed comfort.
"well, how about i go get us some take-out then? i'm sure your needy ass would love that," he chuckled, hiding the excitement in his chest that built up at the idea of spoiling you. if there was one thing we wanted to do, it was to treat you the way you deserved during times like these.
"oh! please, katsuki, that would be amazing! and some-" you started, smiling as you realized he was going to take the day off to spend it with you. when your body ached and you felt like shit, katsuki was always there to hold you, no matter how annoyed the other pros would get at him for calling out.
"--ice cream. i know, dumbass. i've been with you for years now," he huffed, rolling his eyes and kissing your forehead before getting up from the couch.
todoroki always took pride in his ability to care for you, his gentle, but intense, demeanor never failing to bring some solace to your pain. seeing you hurt always made him feel that much more protective over you, especially when it was something out of his control.
he found it odd how you had slept in so late that morning, sleeping through the eggs and toast that he had made the two of you for breakfast. he checked on you multiple times while you were resting, tiptoeing back and forth from the living room to the bedroom, holding his breath while he admired how you cozied up in the fluffy duvet that almost swallowed you hole.
he could tell something was off, and he was tempted to take your temperature, choosing not to just in case it woke you up. you lightly groaned in your sleep, having turned into a different position on the king sized bed each time he walked into the room. a stack of pillows surrounded you, your face nuzzled into a soft blanket that you had always preferred to snuggle into.
you ended up sleeping in until noon, your eyes heavy with sleep once you woke up. your stomach cramped, one of your arms automatically pressing against it to try and relieve some of the pain, your eyes watering. when shoto had finally noticed that you were awake, he brought in a plush blanket as well as your favorite comfort food. he expected you to be sick, his eyebrows raising when you mentioned that you thought you might have started your period.
after you said anything about a period, he went into domestic mode, leaving the bedroom before hastily returning with a heating pad, hot tea, and a lap table to hold the plethora of things he had brought for you. your heart skipped a beat when you came back from the ensuite bathroom to see him setting up your space. you loved how he took care of you. he turned to you, patting on your spot of the bed so he could get you situated before crawling into bed next to you. your cheeks flushed as you sat next to him, a blanket draped around both of you as he scrolled through different movies, trying to choose one to watch on the television. the warmth of the heating pad soothed your aching body as you snuggled against him, the tightness plaguing your body slowly dissipating as love built up in your chest.
he always made sure to make time for you when you weren't feeling well, saving his sick time off for the days that you needed him the most. he wished he could protect you from the pain that struck your body, but being there to embrace and comfort you was the next best thing.
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a hanta sero x fem reader smut | 1.7k words
warning: weed descriptions, bondage, friends to lovers, overstimulation
18+ only. minors, do not interact.
"hey, y/n!" sero poked his head in your apartment door, carrying his typical bag full of flower and apparatus. you smiled, walking over to him from your seat on the couch. both of your eyes were already red and glazed over, but neither of you would've admitted to it. the familiar, dank smell of pot filled your living room as he entered, encouraging you to rush to take everything out to the porch.
"took you long enough," you chuckled, gesturing for him to follow you to your balcony. there, you already had a medium rolling tray set out on the patio table, along with chairs for you two to sit on. dark green nugs sat on the tray, accompanied by a bedazzled grinder. right when you moved in, you wrapped string lights around the railing and columns of the balcony, taking the time to furnish the space with plants and sheer, light purple curtains that draped against the corners of the terrace. you took pride in the atmosphere, admiring the hard work you had put into creating it.
it was the perfect smoke session spot, and you especially loved to enjoy it with your close friend, sero. you had been smoking together for a few years on and off, one of you always available for the other when you needed the company. your bond was difficult to describe, one that had been forged over years of experiences and pent up feelings that neither of you wanted to address. you remained as friends, happily cheering the other on when they would try out a new relationship, and jumping at the chance to comfort them when things didn't go as planned. even with nothing said, you both were painfully aware of the shivers that would strike both of you when your hand would accidentally brush against his.
as you sat together, you noticed sero's nervous movements as he rolled joints for the two of you, his eyes trained on the rolling tray. his hands quivered increasingly with each one he rolled, eventually pausing once there were five king sized joints lined up near the corner of the rolling tray. the yellow light shone down on his face as he turned to you, subtly bringing out the warm undertones of his skin as the sun set. his hair lightly fluttered in the wind, long black locks drifting against the breeze as he smiled a toothy grin towards you, holding up a joint between long fingers.
"we'll smoke some sativa for now!" he smiled, taking his time lighting the joint, the wind continuously putting out the flame of his lighter. you leaned over, cupping your hands in front of his, trying to block out some of the breeze. finally, it was lit, anticipation flooding your soul as you patiently awaited your turn.
over time, you got down to the third joint, your eyes half-closed as you watched his movements slow. each joint had steadily worn down on your sobriety, creating space for the warmth of your high to overcome you. giggles filled the porch as you both talked, sharing closely personal stories and horny "what-if" jokes. you tried to write these off as just jokes, but they slowly had more weight to them.
as you two got higher and higher, the sexual innuendos became more frequent. your inhibitions left your body, desire and desperation hastily taking its place. even when you were sober, you longed to be close to him, subconsciously taking drawn out breaths when he was near you, basking in the delicious scent of the cologne he used everyday.
the more inebriated you got, the braver you felt, your high mind quickly growing tired of the tension that hung stiff in the air. you could usually endure and ignore the heaviness that lingered in the room when you were close to him, but tonight was different.
"mm, sero," you cooed, taking another drag from the joint, "aside from hero work... you know what that quirk of yours would really be useful for?"
his eyes widened, a perplexed smile sneaking onto his face as he shook his head. you softly rested one of your hands on his leg, rubbing your thumb in circles against the cool fabric of his pants.
"you could easily tie me up," you winked, giggling with a smirk as you passed him the joint back, chuckling when you heard him nearly choke on the smoke. his cheeks grew red as he puffed on it, failing at acting nonchalantly.
once he exhaled, he put the joint down in the ash tray. he got up and began to wrestle around with you, quickly at the point of straddling you in your chair. he easily over powered your futile efforts against his lean muscles. your wrists were held against each other by one of his hands, his slender digits wrapped tightly around them to hold you in place. his other arm supported him, his hand holding onto the back of the seat. once he was in control, he dispensed some tape and fixed your wrists together behind your back. warmth rushed to your core, your cheeks smoldering as you avoided his eye contact, lightly tugging against the new restraints.
"like this?" he smirked, moving his hand from behind your back to your chin, softly holding your head in place so you had no choice but to look him in the eye. your faces were barely a few centimeters from each other, his warm breath flickering against your skin. his eyes grew mischievous when you nodded eagerly at him. he stood up from his position on top of you, returning once more to the joint. he lit it again and then held it to your mouth. your thighs rubbed against each other as your fuzzy senses struggled to absorb the moment, your cunt desperate for stimulation.
"well? suck."
you were so caught off guard that you listened, bashfully looking up at him as you took a big hit from the joint, drawing hard coughs from your burning throat. sero smiled at you, hitting the joint himself before setting it back down onto the ashtray. his smile lit up every nerve in your body, your foggy mind finding it hard to focus on anything but his piercing gaze that set off fireworks in your stomach.
"how did i only realize now that this was all it would take to get your snarky ass to be quiet? what a good girl you can be when you actually listen," he lightly brushed his thumb against your cheek, staring down at you as your lower lip quivered. "now, let's go back inside," he purred, snaking his arm around your waist once you stood so he could support you as you stumbled to the door.
once indoors, sero sat both of you down together on your plush, brown couch, sinking into the foam cushions. he effortlessly pulled you closer to him, your nose ending up buried in his chest, where the sharpness of his cologne was most concentrated. as you snuggled against him, soft whines left your mouth, heat spreading across your entire body. each time you tried to move your wrists, flashbacks of a few minutes ago would wander in your mind, only working you up more.
sero seemed almost content just cuddling with you, a smile on his face as he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. these moments were something the both of you had only ever dreamed of, finally coming to fruition once you got the guts to make the first move. getting to see you nuzzled into his embrace was a blessing on its own, but the tightness in his pants was beginning to be hard to ignore. every second you spent in his arms made his need for you grow stronger, the warmth of the high mixing with the heat of love beating deep in his chest.
your whines got more frequent as you grew impatient, attempting in vain to rut your warmth against the couch. he looked down at you, moving his free hand down to rest against your cunt through your soaked panties. he tapped his fingers against your heat, finally touching the area that so desperately needed him. he smiled when you let out a shocked moan, repeatedly rubbing his fingertips against that spot through your underwear. the fabric was so saturated with slick that you could feel every touch, even with the barrier. you melted in his touch, struggling to hold back slutty moans as he continued his caresses.
"sero," you whispered, your hips bucking against his hand when he stopped, "i've always needed you... s'bad." you savored his touch as it began again, grinding on his fingertips as a drawn out whine escaped your lips. his pace was torturously slow, and you tried pulling against the restraints once again, desperate for more stimulation.
"tell me something i don't know, y/n," he whispered, pulling your panties to the side. your hole quivered from the sudden coolness of the room, heat pooling onto the couch as he continued the attacks on your clit, the pads of his fingers now making quick circles. your moans and whines were intoxicating to him, and all he knew was that he needed more.
pleasure tied itself into a knot in your stomach as you leaned into his hand, goosebumps running across your skin as your hole tightened around nothing.
"what a needy girl," he cooed, closely watching your blissful reactions. your only response was a deep moan, his fingers bringing you closer and closer to climax until all you could do was cum against his fingers. he sped up his touch, relishing in the sweet noises that left your mouth, noises he thought he would never get the privilege of hearing. your legs shook uncontrollably as you came, your arms desperately pulling against the binds.
he continued his barrage of touch even after you had been gasping, your clit throbbing from the sensitivity of the recent climax. you whined, your hips squirming away from the touches. he put his arm tightly around your waist, holding you in place as he continued his rapid strokes against your warmth.
after a while of you whimpering, he stopped, holding you tight in his arms. you breathed a sigh of relief, your legs spasming against his embrace. pleasure continued to flood your body, and all you could do was cling further into his grasp. as you relaxed, he slipped a hand under your knees, the other supporting your back as he stood up, holding you like a princess.
"now, don't think i'm done with you just yet," he planted soft kisses on your forehead, walking towards the bedroom as he held you in his arms. it was going to be a long night.
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kamisato ayato x gamer reader headcanons!
fluff | 0.3k words
>loves to buy you trinkets to help decorate your desk setup. whether it be a cute figurine related to your favorite game, or a small plush that can sit on the top of your monitor and watch over you, he loves to buy you anything and everything that you could ever want... even if what you want is an overly expensive dlc for your game that he sees no true purpose in buying.
>while he adores giving you gifts, he feels more loved himself from quality time and physical touch. whether it's playing games together or him cuddling you as you play on your handheld device in bed, he loves to spend time with you in the ways that you enjoy. your carefree interest in games helps to encourage him to relax when he isn't busy, allowing him to temporarily ignore the mountain of responsibilities he faces. your relaxed tempo helps him remember that there is more to life than duty and accomplishment, and that you genuinely do love to spend time with him when you get the chance.
>before meeting you, all of his time off would be spent studying and continuing to worry about family tasks that had fallen onto him. now, he loves to explore cozy games with you, a great escape from his otherwise stressful life. he tends to enjoy the more relaxed simulation games, such as animal crossing and stardew valley. with such a busy life, he does not want to be stressing during the time he has set aside specifically to relax.
>he does occasionally get jealous of how much time you spend on your computer, but that's only if he has free time and you choose to game instead (rare occasion!). he overall is happy that you have something to help pass time while he is busy taking care of commission affairs. he knows that you often times would rather be with him, but having a hobby that you love makes a huge difference in the guilt he feels about leaving you at home when he has things to arrange.
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a shoto todoroki x fem reader smut. college au | 2.7k words
warning: light somnophilia, dry humping, cuddle-fucking, dom shoto, PRAISE!!, breeding and creampies
18+ only. minors, do not interact.
"what?! we won't get our own beds?" you scoffed, your jaw practically on the floor as your professor announced the sleeping arrangements for the class field trip: two per a single bed hotel room.
"for how much i'm paying, this better be a damn good trip, then!" complained a classmate in the front of the lecture hall, huffily reviewing the sheet that listed the room pairs.
you quietly hoped you would get to stay with one of your friends, or, at least, another girl. sleeping next to a stranger seemed so daunting, especially if it were to be a man. you closely observed your classmates as you waited for your turn to see the paper, nervous anticipation making you feel light on your feet.
your stomach churned as you read the name of the person you would be rooming with: "shoto todoroki." you vaguely recognized his name, but you were only able to remember his appearance once your eyes darted around the room, drifting to his bicolor hair. there he sat, at the very back of the lecture hall, hurriedly taking the last of his notes from the lesson you both had just sat through.
the days leading up to this class trip consisted of mixed emotions and various thoughts. todoroki seemed nice enough.. but really quiet. he was pretty cute, a thought that didn't seem to leave your mind the entire time you packed for this trip, your first time going to a quirk convention.
once it was finally time to meet up with your other classmates, you felt ready for this experience, whatever it may throw at you.
a large bus drove your class to the location, leaving bright and early in the morning, but still taking hours to finally reach the destination. your professor took his time explaining the rules of conduct, the class huddled around him under the dimly lit roofed entrance of the inn. by the time everyone had retrieved their belongings from the bus and room numbers were given out, the sun had set, making way for a cool fall night.
as you walked into the hotel through tall, wide doors, the warm yellow light of chandeliers overwhelmed your vision, the beams ricocheting off of shiny marble floors. quiet jazz music hummed through the speakers in the lobby, and the front desk attendants were busy welcoming in the crowd of students you were checking in with.
after you were given your room number and location, you quickly found todoroki. you approached him with a warm smile, introducing yourself. he initially acted flustered, as if he didn't realize he would be having a roommate during this trip.
you rode the elevator up to the fifth floor together, the tension in the small space enough to leave you scratching aimlessly at your arm, silence hanging idle in the air. while sleepiness did tug at your eyelids, you were awake nonetheless, and desperate for a distraction. you took the time to enjoy the golden decor, marveling at the gorgeous wall light fixtures in the elevator and looking up at yourself in the mirror on the ceiling. anything to ignore the strain of the situation.
"look, todoroki," you nudged his arm, pointing towards the ceiling. you smiled widely when he looked up, waving into the mirror as he stared, his expression blank as he raised an eyebrow at you. once the elevator arrived to the fifth floor, you lead the way to the hotel room, navigating through plush carpeted hallways lined with floral wallpaper and golden trim. as you approached the room, a grin spread across your face, your expectations high for the place you would be calling your home for the next few days.
you pushed the heavy wooden door open, and todoroki flicked on the light switch, revealing a beautifully decorated standard hotel room. there was a queen bed sporting an eggshell white duvet, along with a grand, cedar dresser that supported a large television. each bedside table had a small lamp, burgundy shades covering them. the room was chilly, goosebumps covering your skin just from the initial draft.
you and todoroki's attempts to find the thermostat for the room were in vain, eventually leading the both of you to give up and just try to go to bed. the frigidness of the room did not seem problematic enough for you to stress about it.
you chose the right side of the bed after changing into pajamas, sliding into the cotton sheets. the mattress was anything but comfortable, but you figured that with all of the chaos of the day, your body would be determined to sleep, even on a rock.
as you laid there shivering, you dug your nose deeper into your pillow, the frostiness of the room chilling you down to your bones. the side you were laying on was not your typical one, but you didn't want to risk facing shoto. even without being able to see him, you could tell that he was also struggling to sleep, feeling the shift of the mattress as he was unable to find a comfortable spot. the thin blanket on top of the both of you was barely large enough to cover the queen sized bed, and you struggled to find warmth, bringing your arms into your chest as you shuddered from the cold.
you both suffered from what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning, one of you tugging the light duvet before the other tugged it back even harder. after a couple of hours, you sighed, turning towards todoroki to lay on your left side, the one you usually slept on. to your shock, he had already been facing you, a half-lidded gaze pointed at you. he took a shallow breath when he realized that you noticed his stare.
"my apologies, y/n. i just am struggling to fall asleep, that's all," he softly smiled, quickly turning onto his other side, trying to hide his embarrassment. you giggled, silently enjoying the small bit of temporary warmth that had stemmed from you two facing each other.
"wait, todoroki," you started.
"please, call me shoto," he faintly spoke, not facing you.
"it's.. really cold in here. can we lay closer together.. shoto?" you drowsily proposed. you were freezing, desperate for anything to warm up your chattering body. had you not been so exhausted and determined to get some rest, you probably would not have offered such a thing on a whim.
shoto was silent for a moment, nearly leading you to feel rejected before he huffed and turned around, still keeping a bit of a distance from you. while you did hope he would get closer, even the bit of warmth from looking towards each other made a difference in the chill you felt, your shivers slowly dissipating as you basked in his warmth. the thin blanket didn't seem to matter as much anymore, you being close enough to him to properly share it now.
as exhaustion began to overpower both of your restless bodies, the biting chill of the room crept up on you once more, todoroki's heat from afar no longer enough to satiate the piercing cold that nipped at your fingertips. you tried to blow hot air onto them, but failed, the slight warmth of your breath doing nothing substantial against the frigidness of the room.
your change in breathing had woken up shoto, his eyes remaining closed as he observed your sorry attempts at warming up your hands. he silently took your hands in his, his left hand warming up gradually around yours. the well-controlled, yet intense, heat beamed through your skin, the warmth quickly spreading to each bone in your body. you could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you inched closer to him, desperate to bask more in the touch that sent fiery shivers down your spine.
you gasped as his hands released yours, the draft in the room nearly encroaching upon the moment before he pressed his palm flat against your chest, the unexpected warmth drawing a moan from your lips. the comfort of being near him was too appealing. you quickly turned over on your side, your hands cupped tightly over his to ensure he did not flinch away. you took labored breaths as you awaited his reaction, allowing yourself a deep inhale once he snuck his other hand beneath your waist, wrapping his right arm around your stomach.
shocked, yet satisfied, you laid in his embrace, the heat beaming from his chest traveling straight to your heart. you sleepily mumbled as shoto tightened his arms around you, subconsciously scooting back to press your back flush against his frame. his left arm radiated warmth, sending comforting heat right to your heart. his right side was cool, but didn't make too much of an impact on the satisfying body heat that the rest of his body gave off. butterflies rapidly collected in your stomach, every nerve in your body on fire as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.
as you got more and more comfortable, a soft, sleepy moan escaped your lips, catching shoto off guard. you relaxed further until you became limp in his arms, curling up in his grasp. when you drowsily pushed yourself against his body once more, he took a sharp breath, trying to ignore the heat that began to rush to his manhood.
despite his best attempts, he began to softly rut his hips against yours, his member throbbing as he tried to hold himself back. he stifled a moan as your ass pressed against him, giving him the sweet stimulation he had been craving.
"sh.... shoto?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as his movement awoke you. when you noticed his bulge pressed against your ass, goosebumps ran across your body. he immediately paused when you woke up, embarrassed. your cheeks burned red as you realized that you didn't want him to stop. he felt.. good.
"you.. didn't have to stop," you yawned, rubbing your thumb against his left arm that was still tightly held across your chest.
"y/n.. do you mean," shoto stammered, his eyes widening as you nodded, "are you sure? i just couldn't get to sleep, that's all," he trailed off, a subtle whine escaping his lips as you grinded your hips against his.
once he got your permission, he began humping against you harder, running his hand down your waist, leaving it rested on your upper thigh. he chuckled as he noticed the goosebumps remaining on your skin from where he had touched you, softly dragging his fingertips across your waist. he watched as you shivered and squirmed from his light touches, his deep satisfaction from your reaction only driving him to continue his thrusts, slender fingers playing with the loose waist band of your pajama shorts.
"shoto.. i need more of you," you pleaded, lifting up your hips to help him pull down your pants.
"i thought you were cold, yet here you are, removing your shorts so enthusiastically," he chuckled, pausing his grinding to slide out of his boxers, "silly girl, abandoning everything just to get the pleasure you desperately need,"
you gasped when you felt his hard cock spring out of his pants, a thick vein pulsating against your ass as he groaned, grabbing your hips so he can grind you against his member. more warmth flooded to your core, slowly dripping down your thighs. you arched your back as he rutted his hips against you, both of you desperate for stimulation. you gasped when the girthy head of his dick made sudden contact with your entrance, nearly pushing inside of you before shoto stopped, holding your hips firmly in place as you tried to back into him.
"w-what are you doing? please, shoto, fuck me," you begged, a needy whine escaping your plush lips that was cut off by a gasp as shoto reached his left hand past your hip, placing his thumb on your clit. you desperately bucked your hips against his touch, needing to feel him inside of you.
"mm, you're so beautiful, y/n, i need to cherish you. you can wait a bit before taking me, can't you?" he whispered in your ear, rubbing slow circles on your clit. your hand darted up to your mouth, covering it milliseconds before you let out a loud moan. "darling, don't you muffle such sweet noises, okay?" he murmured, continuing his strokes only once you moved your hand from your mouth, your cheeks burning as you yearned for more of him.
as he softly brushed his thumb against your clit, guttural moans escaped your lips. he felt so good, each touch driving you towards sweet climax as you melted in his hands. who knew such an aloof, quiet boy could make you feel like this?
"shoto, i.. i'm gonna cum," you trembled, your toes curling and your hips bucking into his fingers rapidly as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure.
"that's it, baby," he kissed your neck, sloppily sucking and biting at your skin as he made his way to your left ear. his hot breath made you whimper. he began to rut against you once more, "now, be a good girl and cum for me."
your entire body convulsed as you came, the sweet feeling of orgasm flooding over your senses. your hole tightened, reminding you of how badly you need filled. you panted, your clit sensitive and sore as he continued rubbing it. your legs shook against his touch, clenching around his wrist. you tried desperately to get his thumb away from your tender clit, squirming against his hand.
"hey.. it's sensitive!" you whined, arching your back as an attempt of escaping his touches, gasping when he positioned the head of his dick against your soaked cunt. abandoning your past complaint, you begged, "please, shoto, please use me. god, i need you so bad."
he chuckled before slowly pushing inside of you, a deep groan escaping from his mouth, "oh fuck, darling, you're so tight." you felt his dick twitch inside of you as he began to slowly rut his hips against yours, bottoming out. you felt so full. you didn't even know you could take this much, your hole stretched around his thick cock.
even though you were sensitive, he felt so good, his dick hitting your g-spot with each deep thrust. your back instinctively arched from the pleasure, allowing him to go deeper. he responded with a drawn out moan. abandoning the restraint he tried so hard to have, he began to rapidly fuck into you, your surprised moans music to his ears. the sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, todoroki bucking his hips into yours. you squeezed around him as he was balls-deep, your mouth going a thousand miles an hour as he fucked you. your continued begging for him to use you, saying how you needed to be his good girl, how you needed to be his and only his.
it drove him crazy. he wanted to fuck you and be inside of you forever, but, damn, he needed to cum so bad, too.
"that's my girl. mmm, such a pretty girl, taking all of me, making me feel so good," he whispered, taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth as he groaned, "you just need to be all mine, don't you? you need to be dripping my cum, covered in marks for everyone to see."
he smiled as you nodded.
"yes! please, shoto. i need you to breed me. really, make me yours, please. god, i need it," you moaned, "i'm all yours, shoto."
as you finished your sentence, he quickened his pace, satisfied moans from both of you as you neared another climax. he sucked on your neck, hard, leaving rushed hickeys, your skin tingling where they were placed. as he thrusted deeply into you, you came, tightening around his cock planted deeply inside of you. his dick twitched, and hot cum coated the inside of your cunt.
"what a good girl," he smirked, "god, you look so beautiful when you have my cum gushing out of you. now, let's get some rest, y/n." he wrapped his arms around you again, leaving his twitching cock inside of you while he closed his eyes. cum slowly dribbled out of your fluttering hole, leaving your inner thighs drenched in a mixture of his cum and your need for him.
you shivered, orgasm and hair-raising pleasure still ringing through your body as you snuggled up in his embrace, closing your eyes and enjoying the gourmand scent of his cologne as the weight of sleep overcame you both.
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a katsuki bakugou x gn reader comfort + fluff
warning: depression | 1.3k words
you stared at the ceiling from underneath the same blankets youโd been curled up under for lord knows how long, too depressed and exhausted to even get out of bed.
hot, uncomfortable tears slowly dripped down your face, and you didnโt even bother to wipe them away. you had no energy. the only thing you could muster up the energy for was to stare at your ceiling and wish you could have motivation, happiness. anything other than the deep, bottomless pit held heavy in your chest.
the tears began to clog your vision, slow blinks doing nothing but encouraging more and more tears to pool on your eyelashes.
yet, you didnโt even care.
you hadnโt gotten out of your bed in days, basically living off of the various snacks that you had packed in your nightstand for these kinds of episodes.
you hadnโt felt anything in weeks, the only emotion inside of you numbness. if that even counts.
your phone would buzz with notifications often, and you hadn't checked them even once. who knows how many texts and calls you were accumulating while staring off into space or at your blank ceiling.
you didnโt even care.
you wished you could respond to people, you wished that you could get out of bed, you wished that you had any motivation whatsoever.
you wished you could take care of yourself.
you hadnโt showed up to your classes in a week now, you were completely off the charts. you knew youโd be monstrously behind, but it didnโt matter to you. no matter what you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed, much less out of the dorm.
you didnโt even care.
there was nothing in the world that you cared about right now. all of your friendships slowly fading. your grades slipping further and further. your boyfriend texting you, asking if you were โfucking dead in a ditch" or not, with no response from you. and although you felt terrible..
you didnโt even care.
you couldnโt bring yourself to try and reach out to anyone. you hadnโt spoken to anyone in days, only sleeping for way too long or staring up at your ceiling for what felt like an eternity.
you couldnโt do anything else. nothing else mattered to you anymore. all of your goals of being a top hero someday vanishing in the fog of your lack of motivation. your lack of giving a shit about what happens to you.
you couldnโt care less.
as you laid on your back and stared at the ceiling as you have been for days now, your arms crossed over your chest, you heard a knock on your room's door.
โyou absolute dumbass, why havenโt you been answering my goddamn texts. what the actual fuck is wrong with yo-โ your boyfriend barged into your room shortly after knocking, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open when he saw the state you, and your room, were in. he couldn't even finish his sentence. used tissues and dirty laundry were scattered all over your floor, empty snack wrappers accompanying them.
โiโm sorry,โ your voice cracked and you avoided eye contact, quickly wiping away the tears that had been pooling on your sanguine cheeks for who knows how long.
โwhat the hell is going on,โ he walked over to sit on your bed, thrashing through the piles and piles of whatever that had accumulated on your floor.
your heart sank to your stomach, tears once again welling up in your eyes when you noticed how utterly disappointed he seemed.
when he realized you were tearing up, he frowned deeper than before. โy/n, iโm not going to yell at you. just answer the goddamned question, you havenโt responded to anyone in days,โ
you werenโt even sure if you could say anything. whenever you tried, your voice box just made a cracked whine. after you hesitated to say anything, he began speaking again.
โlook, i donโt know what the fuck i did wrong, but this isnโt like you,โ
โkatsu, iโm sorry,โ you croaked, hot tears escaping your eyes as your entire body felt like it was shriveling up from the uncomfortably hot sensation of inescapable grief and guilt, sobs continuously wracking through your body.
โhell, thereโs wrappers everywhere, not even a goddamned pathway to your bathroom. when was the last time you got up? or drank water? or i donโt know .. fucking ate something?โ his stern voice started to intimidate you, a reminder of your growling stomach and bone-dry mouth.
โi,โ your voice cracked again, "i didn't want anyone to see me like this, especially not you. you already have your own stuff going on, not to mention hero training," you hid your face under one of the many blankets surrounding you, your tears getting the soft fabric wet.
โif you canโt fucking take care of yourself on your own, iโll do it myself. iโm not letting you treat yourself like shit and not asking anyone for help just because you think youโre a burden. if i thought you were a burden, why would i even talk to you in the first place?โ
you shrugged, small shivers running through your body when you noticed his piercing gaze that was locked on you.
"here, sit up, now," he beckoned to you, opening his arms wide. once you were up, he pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms tightening around you. your head was pressed against his chest, the drum of his heartbeat slowly bringing solace to your aching heart. all was silent as he held you, simply waiting for your body to relax and your breathing to slow.
as you snuggled against him, your hands held onto his shirt to the point that you had white knuckles, desperate to stay in his embrace. as you calmed down, you noticed your shirt was soaked with tears and snot, and it had begun to get onto katsuki's shirt, too. you pulled your face from his chest and quietly giggled, wiping your eyes that felt heavy and sore from crying for so long.
โyou know damn well iโm not the best at this sort of thing. you need to tell me next time, dumbass,โ he shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, โnow, iโll be right back. while iโm gone, change your nasty ass clothes.โ
he turned and left the room, striding out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.
while you awaited his return, you got out of bed and changed into one of the hoodies he had left in your dorm a while back, although the fabric no longer smelled of him, which was just slightly disappointing. once you were in clean clothes, you sighed with a small smile and returned to your spot in bed under the mountain of blankets that had been slowly accumulating.
as you got comfortable, you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the impatience you felt as you waited for bakugo to come back.
as you began to drift off to sleep, your door softly opened and shut, making you stir. when you opened your eyes, you saw katsuki standing in the entrance of your dorm room, equipped with tissues, a plushie, a plethora of snacks, and take-out from your favorite local restaurant.
"y/n.. i will always take care of you. so, please, let me care for you," bakugou sighs, shaking his head, "only you get to see this side of me. so let me do this for you, damnit,"
you smiled at him, nodding, your flushed cheeks still damp with tears. he walked to your bed, setting down the stuffed animal next to you, and putting the tissues and food on your night stand.
"now, how about we cuddle and watch a movie?" he smiled, sliding into your bed and sneaking an arm around your shoulder. as he got comfortable, he pulled you towards him, one arm firmly over your waist and the other over your chest.
as he held you, you felt truly safe, and were reminded why you stay strong, even when you feel like you are drowning in the stressors of life.
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