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⸝⸝ IZUKU’S PRETTY GIRL & WAKATOSHI’S SPOILED PRINCESS

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biggest supporter | spider-deku

masterlist/art credit: @/mikahyuni

pairing: spider-deku x noisy!journalist!reader

summary: after months of scrutiny and villainization in the media, Deku decides it’s time to settle things once and for all: he’s confronting his biggest hater—you.

warnings: spiderverse AU, slightly mean!izuku/deku, slow burn, kind of enemies to lovers, obsession/fixation, fem!reader, celebrity-fan dynamic, home intrusion, consent/boundaries discussions, no use of y/n, teasing, flirting, dirty talk, a lil bit of degrading kink, sexual content, oral sex (izuku!receiving), masturbation with sex toys implied, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, nsfw, smut, MDNI;

wc: 6,4k

a/n: hey guys! hope you like it! pls don’t just ask for a part 2, i actually wanna hear your opinions! what did you think? likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed! also… confession time: i realized i really like it when deku rips off clothing items... it's the second time i write it in a fic. confession number 2: cowgirl might honestly be my fave position so far;

“And now back to our colleague on site,” the voice from the TV filled the room, echoing softly against the walls. “Do you hear us?”

“Yes, hello. Reporting for Japan News Today...” Your voice came through the speakers, clear and professional.

“...it seems our prestigious hero, Deku, fled the scene immediately after saving the endangered civilians. He was not available for interviews today, and some sources also claim they spotted him near the bank just hours before the explosion occurred. Could he be involved in some way, or was it merely a coincidence that he appeared right on time once again? Is our dear hero trying to deceive us, or did he truly save the day?”

There was a pause. “I’ll let you decide at home.”

“Sources my ass. She made that shit up,” Katsuki’s voice rang out sharply, drowning out the rest of the broadcast as he scowled at the screen.

“Eh… actually,” Izuku said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “I was patrolling there earlier. I noticed some shady-looking people hanging around.” His tone was thoughtful, almost apologetic, as if he were still trying to justify himself, even now.

As usual, his genuine concern had been twisted into something ugly.

“Damn,” Katsuki scoffed, shaking his head. “She really knows how to spin shit. Always on your ass.”

“That’s her job,” Izuku replied with a casual shrug, even though the constant villainization still unsettled him more often than he cared to admit.

And Katsuki saw straight through it.

“Hey.” The blond suddenly spoke again, a slow, devilish smirk spreading across his face as his eyes glinted with something dangerous—and mischievous.

Izuku stiffened. He knew that look far too well.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Izuku cut in immediately, pointing a finger at him, “it’s a no.”

“She deserves it,” Katsuki insisted, nudging his shoulder. “Let’s just mess with her a little. It’ll be fun.”

“Kacchan… it’s not right,” Izuku trailed off, gaze shifting to the side. His voice softened, conflicted.

“C’mon, Izuku,” Katsuki pushed. “Why not just give her what she wants?”

“And what does she want?” Izuku raised a brow, genuinely confused.

“To meet her favorite hero.” Katsuki winked suggestively.

Izuku blinked—then almost laughed. “Favorite?”

“Yeah, you heard me. I know freaks like her.” Katsuki snorted. “Bet she’s got posters of you all over her walls. Probably sleeps with a fuckin’ Deku-sized pillow every night.”

Izuku froze for half a second, the idea uncomfortably vivid.

“Well… studies do show that people who spread extreme negativity often develop obsessive tendencies towards the subjects they criticize,” Izuku began, hand coming up to his chin as he slipped into analytical mode. “There’s a big possibility this behavior applies to her as—”

“Oi, nerd.” Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Shut up. Let’s do it.”

Izuku sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. “Fine.” He hesitated, doubt gnawing at him. He wasn’t the type to mess with people. Not like this.

…And yet, something darker stirred in his chest at the thought of finally confronting you after months—of making you feel the weight of every careless word you’d written and said about him when all he’d ever done was help.

***

“You sure that’s the street?” Izuku asked through his incorporated mic, frowning down at the crumpled scrap of paper in his hand before glancing up at the massive apartment complex looming above him.

“You think I don’t know how to do my fuckin’ job?” Katsuki snarled back through the speaker.

Izuku winced instinctively. “Jeez… loud.”

“Wow,” Izuku muttered, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “Talking shit really does pay well, huh?”

“She’ll be back around six,” Katsuki continued, all business now. “No neighbors nearby. Private area. Stay out of the cameras and activate suit camouflage.”

“Yeah, yeah. Relax,” Izuku replied smoothly. “I got this.”

“You better,” Katsuki warned. “Or tomorrow there’s gonna be a headline like: ‘Friendly Hero Deku Breaks Into Woman’s Apartment.’”

Izuku laughed quietly. “Alright. I’m off.”

With a flick of his wrist, the camouflage function activated—and he vanished.

***

Today was longer than expected.

Every minute felt stretched thin, exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin. All you wanted now was to soak in a long, hot bath and fall asleep early—no noise, no thoughts, just silence.

You arrived home very late, as traffic had been unbearable, horns blaring, lights flashing endlessly. You told yourself again that you should just take the subway. Yet you never listened.

With a tired shake of your head, you entered your apartment, locking the door behind you. Your coat and shoes were discarded carelessly by the entrance as you stretched, muscles aching, steps slow as you walked down the hall towards your bedroom.

You twisted the handle without much care, pushed the wooden door open… and instantly froze in place for a few good seconds.

Then,

Your body moved before your brain could even process what was happening.

You slammed against the wall, breath stolen, heart thundering as a wave of disbelief and fear collided with your chest.

“W-what— what are you doing here?!” you screamed, horror ripping through your voice, heart hammering so violently it felt like it might burst out of your chest.

Deku was there. In your room. On your bed. Lounging like he had every right to be there.

Holding a stuffed plushie to his chest.

Your stuffed plushie.

Of him.

“Oh,” the masked man said lightly, tilting his head, eyes scanning the room attentively.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me? Given all the posters… figured you’d be thrilled to have the real thing,” his voice was soft, almost teasing.

Your words failed you. Your tongue tied itself in knots, mind spiraling. Shock, fear, disbelief—they all churned together like a storm inside you.

The man who had occupied your thoughts for months ever since the first moment you saw him on screen—your fixation, your obsession—was here.

“Didn’t know you were such a big fan,” Deku said while he finally stood up from your bed, leaving the plushie behind and stepping towards you.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking. Tears pricked your eyes, and your lip trembled.

He softened slightly. “Aww… don’t cry. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not the bad guy you make me out to be.”

Ouch.

That stung harder than you expected.

“T-then…?” you sniffled, blinking rapidly, ashamed that your body betrayed you like this.

“I’m here to talk,” he said, stepping back just enough to give you room to breathe—but not enough to make you feel free. “Your articles… they make me feel bad, y’know?”

You lowered your gaze, shame flooding you. “I—I know.”

“Then why do you write them?”

“I just— I—” The words stumbled over themselves.

“And don’t lie to me,” he interrupted, pointing his finger towards you. “I’m already pretty mad,” he chuckled lightly.

You took a deep inhale, needing air more than ever as you felt your chest tightening painfully. You weren’t supposed to say what you were feeling—but it was your only choice. You didn’t want to upset him even more. Being honest was the best you could do.

“Lots of people write g-good things about you,” you stammered, cheeks burning, voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t stand out, so I… I did the opposite… because I… wanted your attention.”

His silence made your stomach flip. You dared a quick glance up. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he was surprised. Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just… slightly thrown off by your confession.

Your heart lurched. “I—I didn’t mean… I mean… it sounds stupid…”

“Okay,” he said softly, eyes locking onto yours behind his mask, sharp but not unkind. “You have my full attention now. And what next?”

You felt the weight of the moment press down, every nerve screaming, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. This was your only chance.

“I—I like you!” you blurted, barely able to hold his gaze. “I… you’re everything I want!”

Deku’s body stiffened at your second confession, expecting anything but this.

“You don’t even know what kind of person I am, what I look like,” he chuckled, voice low, teasing—but gentle.

Your heart melted at the sound.

“But I know you!” you insisted, cheeks hot and hands trembling. “You’re heroic, kind-hearted… helpful. You wouldn’t be standing here to just talk if you were like I portrayed you… I’d be dead!”

“Oh?” he murmured, eyes widening slightly behind the mask, and you saw a flicker of real surprise.

“And I don’t care what you look like! I fell for you anyway… nothing can change what I feel for you,” you mutter, gaze falling down as you felt so ashamed. “Let me make it up to you!”

“Make it up to me?” he asked, tone teasing, voice softer than before.

“Yeah! In any way. I would do anything for you!” you admitted. “Please.”

“You know what you’re implying, right?” His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t touch you, nor move closer.

“Yes,” you whispered. “This… this is what I’ve wanted since… since I first saw you…”

He paused, studying your face carefully, and then lifted his hand to your cheek, pressing gently but assertively.

“Maybe I should,” Deku said softly, tone darkening just enough to make your stomach flutter, “…knock some sense into you, yeah?”

Your fingers grazed the fabric of his gloved hand, heart leaping with a strange mix of fear and longing.

“I… can’t believe this…” you started, voice trembling with excitement.

But then, his posture stiffened. You could see the shift in his body language—a caution threading through his usual softness.

“But I don’t think I can trust you,” he said, his voice calm, low, but firm as his hand moved away from your face. The mask softened the words, but the weight behind them pressed against your chest.

“What if… you twist this?” He gestured vaguely between the two of you. “What if you say… that I forced myself on you?”

Panic and shame surged. Your stomach dropped. Your hands reached his strong chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit, desperate, trembling.

“No! I would never! Just, tell me how I can win your trust!”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a smile behind his mask, amusement spread all over his face.

“I’ll do anything— I won’t write lies! I won’t make up negative things about you anymore!”

“Hm…” he murmured, tilting his head again, eyes bright behind the mask. “That’s a good start,”

He took a slow step closer, and even in the suit, the closeness made your chest flutter uncontrollably. “Since you’ve already got my attention,” he added softly. “You don’t have to… keep pretending.”

A shiver ran through you—not from fear, but from relief, awe, and a rush of something dangerously sweet. Your heartbeat finally began to slow from its frantic pace. The tension between you felt fragile but alive, charged with possibility.

There he was— the hero who had inspired you in secret —and maybe, just maybe, he was letting you in. You didn’t even know how he looked like, what his real name was, but you didn’t even care.

But then,

Deku gently pushed your hands down, taking a slow step back, glancing towards your window. His posture shifted slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing—but there was a quiet purpose in his movement.

“I should go… for now,” he said softly, voice calm behind the mask, almost gentle.

Your chest tightened, panic bubbling up. “Wait! Wait—please!” you called, sprinting after him, voice trembling.

“Don’t go!” Your fingers clenched around his bicep, gripping tightly as if your hold alone could keep him grounded.

“Just—stay! Please?” The words left you urgent, determined, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears.

“I’m sure… you don’t even have time for dating with this hero life… or am I wrong?” Your voice was quiet, thoughtful.

He stood silently, hands twitching at his sides, fighting the urge to touch you—but he didn’t. Oh, this hero discipline… always so painfully precise.

“You can trust me! Look around—I’m your fan!”

You stretched your hand to gesture around, every inch of your room plastered with posters and photos of him, every shelf filled with action figures, fan made comic books, newspapers in which he appeared… Everything was a confession, proof of your obsession.

“I would never make this… something bad,” you continued, voice shaking but steadying. “I wouldn’t even tell anyone about this!” Desperation bled through your words, eyes pleading.

“Or is it that you don’t find me attractive?” you asked softly. “If… if that’s it, I understand…”

“No,” he answered simply. Short, firm, unwavering. Relief flooded your chest like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Then? Will you let me?” The words were almost a whisper, tremulous, hanging between you like fragile glass.

“Not tonight,” he replied, shaking his head, his voice soft but resolute.

“Then… when?” The question slipped out before you could think, vulnerability raw in your tone.

“Let’s wait,” he said carefully, each word deliberate, measured. “See if you keep your word. Then… I will come to you.” Even through the mask, you could feel the faint curve of a smile in his tone—warm, teasing, and sure.

“Okay…” you exhaled, letting go reluctantly. Of course it wouldn’t be this easy. After months of tearing him down, his skepticism was understandable.

“Promise me,” you called as he moved towards the window, voice small but resolute.

“I promise,” he offered a firm nod, as he opened the lock and stepped onto the ledge.

His movements were precise, fluid—the kind that came from years of training, agility perfected. He waved at you, a playful flick of his hand, before launching himself into the night. A black webline shot out, anchoring to the neighboring buildings, pulling him swiftly and silently out of sight.

Your eyes followed him, mind spinning with a storm of disbelief, excitement, and longing.

***

Izuku moved through the city silently, the shadows swallowing him like a second skin.

Normally, he would call Katsuki for advice, reassurance, or just to vent—but tonight, he craved solitude. The confessions you’d made weighed heavily in his chest, twisting him in ways he hadn’t expected, leaving his thoughts tangled in knots.

Was it right for him to respond to your advances?

The question gnawed at him, sharp and insistent. The power imbalance pressed against his conscience like a thorn, even as a soft, insistent desire coiled in his stomach.

You liked him, desperately, urgently, and he had seen it in your eyes, heard in your voice, felt it in the tremble of your hands. Yet that didn’t erase the rules he lived by, the moral code that governed both hero and man.

He had never used his fame for this. His life was buried under hero work, college, training, endless obligations. Attraction from someone else? That had never been on his radar. And now, here you were, daring, honest, vulnerable… impossible to ignore.

As he neared his dorm, he dropped lightly into a dark alley, the soles of his boots thudding against the concrete. He checked the yellow backpack tucked carefully in his usual spot—everything in its place.

He discarded his suit, then he scanned the street again, making sure no one had witnessed him. He then smoothened the clothes under the suit, which were pretty wrinkled now, and started walking.

Every step towards his dorm felt cautious, aware. Even in solitude, the memory of your words lingered, warm and dangerous.

And for the first time in a long time, Izuku realized he wasn’t just thinking about heroics, duty, or morality—he was thinking about you.

***

“Took you long enough, nerd,” Katsuki drawled as soon as Izuku stepped in, locking the door behind him, eyes turning towards his friend with curiosity and mischief.

“What’s with the long face? Pussy not that good?” he smirked, and Izuku pressed his hands to his face in immediate shame.

“We didn’t do anything,” he muttered, slumping onto his bed, a sigh escaping him.

“Why not?” Katsuki raised an incredulous brow.

“Because… I can’t just trust her yet,” Izuku admitted, voice soft, conflicted.

“Then what the hell did you do?” Katsuki pushed, leaning forward on the arm of his chair, sharp gaze fixed on him.

“We talked. She promised she won’t write lies nor bad-mouth me anymore… and I promised I’d come back to her,” Izuku explained carefully.

“You’ll go back, right?” Katsuki prodded, tone light but insistent, sensing something.

“I… don’t know,” Izuku said quietly, eyes flicking away, uncertainty threading through his expression.

“Dude, what the fuck? She clearly wants you.” Katsuki shook his head, half-laughing.

“I’m not used to this,” Izuku whispered.

“Then get fucking used to it. Trust me, she’d spiral if you don’t go.” Katsuki leaned back. “And you’d be surprised how many people want both Deku and Izuku. Have more confidence.”

Izuku blinked, a small, smile tugging at his lips. “You think so?”

“I know so, nerd,” Katsuki said firmly, voice softening just enough to sound like a friend instead of a tormentor.

The room fell quiet, the only sound the faint hum of electronics and distant traffic.

Finally, Izuku let himself exhale. “Thank you, Kacchan,” he murmured, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.

“Shut the hell up,” Katsuki replied, tone uneven, already turning back to his game.

“Okay…”

***

The weeks that followed were… quiet.

Izuku noticed it first in passing, half-distracted between patrols and lectures, when a familiar name appeared on his screen. No sharp headlines. No insinuations. No carefully worded doubts about his motives or timing.

Then days turned into weeks. And still—nothing.

Japan News Today continued its broadcasts, your voice still calm and professional, but the tone had changed. When Deku appeared now, it was factual. Neutral. Sometimes even… fair. You reported rescues without commentary. You cited sources properly. You didn’t speculate. You didn’t twist.

You didn’t say his name with venom anymore.

Izuku would tell himself it shouldn’t matter. That this was how things were supposed to be. That this was simply you doing your job correctly at last. And yet he found himself watching anyway.

Then a month passed. A full month where you kept your word. And somewhere along the way, the silence you left behind lodged itself firmly in his thoughts.

He’d catch himself wondering what you were doing when you weren’t on air. Whether you still saw him as your favorite hero. Whether you still thought about him the way you had that night—desperate, hopeful, exposed.

Whether you were still waiting.

The realization crept up on him slowly, unwelcome and undeniable: He wanted you to like him. To wait for him. To look for him.

He wanted you.

***

The city lights painted long streaks across his mask as Izuku perched atop the dorm roof, gloved hands gripping the edge. The smell of rain, the hum of traffic, people’s voices— this would usually calm him down. But tonight it only heightened the tension coiling in his chest.

Your words echoed in his mind, your desperation, your honesty, the way your eyes had glimmered with both fear and hope. He’d been so careful, so principled, yet the idea of finally letting himself act—letting himself be for you—sent a thrill through him he wasn’t used to feeling.

He flexed his fingers, the gloves creaking softly, and exhaled. His thoughts teetered between restraint and temptation, duty and desire.

And for the first time since he took this role, he let himself go.

With a flick of his wrist, a dark webline shot out, anchoring to the nearby building. He swung effortlessly through the skyscrappers, droplets of rain hitting his mask with a faster pace as he moved.

He had a direction, a purpose.

Tonight was not about other people, it was about him.

When he finally saw your apartment complex, he shot another black web, landing on the balcony of your apartment with practiced ease.

His mask glinted under the soft glow of the streetlights, eyes scanning for any sign of surveillance or onlookers. Everything clear.

He pressed the spider shaped like button on his chest, turning the camouflage off. He felt a tiny hum of vibration, reminding him of the subtle tech enhancements Katsuki had installed—the incorporated microphones, the motion sensors and the web-cam alerts.

There was no way back from this.

***

The noise outside your room made your ears perch up, then your whole body moved without thinking. You quickly sprinted towards your balcony, the door opening in a hurry, the click of the lock echoing through the night.

You froze in the doorway, spine stiffening, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He turned towards your figure in an instant, spidey-senses buzzing in his ears. He looked almost terrifying in the dim light of the night. The shadows hugged him, the mask hiding his expression but not the quiet confidence in his stance.

“You stayed true,” he murmured, voice low, calm, but threaded with something darker, something possessive. “That… tells me a lot about you.”

Your lips parted slightly, breath hitching. “I… I’m trying,” you whispered, voice small. “I won’t ever lie. I won’t—”

He raised a gloved finger, tilting his head, cutting you off gently but firmly.

“I don’t need words. Actions speak louder.” His eyes, bright behind the mask, lingered on you, and you felt heat bloom in your chest.

Slowly, he stepped closer, deliberately, measuring every movement. The slight rustle of the suit as he shifted made your stomach tighten.

“You like me,” he said, voice almost a whisper, and yet it carried across the small space between you.

“You’re drawn to me. Desperate for me to be here.” His fingers twitched to touch you more, yet showing the faintest sign of his restraint.

“And I’ve been thinking… maybe I like that. Maybe I like seeing you want me, and knowing I could… respond.”

You shivered, heart thudding against your ribs. “I—I do want you,” you admitted softly, almost trembling. “I’ve wanted… this… since the first moment I saw you,” you remind him, using the same words from a month ago.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, a deep, steadying breath.

“You’ve been honest,” he said, voice calm, magnetic, almost commanding. “And I… respect that. But you also need to understand—there are boundaries. Rules.”

“But—” you began, reaching instinctively for him.

He stepped closer at the same time—not enough to let you touch him properly, just enough for your hands to brush his suit. The contact was brief, controlled, and it sent a slow coil of heat through your stomach.

“I’m not saying no,” he continued, his tone softening, assuring. “I’m just reminding you that I can’t show you fully who I am.”

“Knowing that,” he added quietly, eyes fixed on yours behind the mask, “I hope you won’t regret choosing to do… this.”

He emphasized the word with a slow, deliberate motion of his hand between you.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your stomach. The moment felt fragile, dangerous—but you didn’t care.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, voice firm despite the tremor beneath it. “I want this. I want you.”

The dim apartment light spilled across his figure—and you couldn’t help but stare.

The suit clung to him like a second skin, every line and curve accentuated. His chest was toned and firm, rising and falling with steady, calm breaths. His arms—strong, sculpted, working under the tight material—looked made to hold, to grip.

His legs were long, powerful, perfectly sculpted, and even through the tight fabric you could see the muscles flex with every step. The suit outlined everything, highlighting the disciplined hours of hero training, the strength contained behind that calm exterior.

Your fingers itched, your eyes drank him in, memorizing every curve, every line, the taut confidence of his stance.

“You…” you began, voice trembling with awe and desire, “…you’re perfect. I can’t… I just want you. All of you.”

Your hands moved again, fingers brushing against his chest, tracing the outline of his pecs through the suit. “I’ve never… wanted anyone like this,” you admitted, breath hitching.

A slow, deliberate smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth behind the mask when your hand found his. You slowly stepped back, urging him to come inside your room, and he let you, he followed suit, without resistance.

“You’re… bold,” he said, voice soft but edged with amusement.

“Bold enough to drag me in…” he muses quietly, letting the words linger.

“Yes,” you breathed, stepping closer, pressing against him, letting him feel the urgency in your body.

He inhaled slowly, eyes dark behind the lenses, letting the silence stretch between you like a taut wire. Then, almost imperceptibly, he let out a soft, measured laugh, low and teasing.

“Alright,” he murmured, voice almost a whisper. “If that’s what you want…”

Your hands trembled slightly as they hovered near his chest, fingers brushing the fabric of his suit. Your voice came out quieter than you intended, almost a whisper, but steady enough to carry your meaning.

“C-Can I… kiss you?”

The question hung in the air between you, your pulse thundered in your ears, every nerve alive with anticipation.

Deku froze for a second, mind racing, his own desire raising to the surface. He inhaled, then, after a moment that stretched long enough to make your stomach flutter in anxious hope, he gave a subtle nod.

A small, controlled smile curved beneath his mask. “Alright,” he murmured softly, voice low and gentle.

Your fingers moved instinctively, slowly lifting the edge of his mask just enough to reveal the line of his lips. His eyes stayed locked on yours, green shining through the lenses, calm and magnetic, giving you all the permission you needed.

You leaned in slowly, hesitant, savoring the moment, and pressed your lips against his.

The kiss was soft at first, a careful brush, testing boundaries. His hands stayed at his sides, restrained but ready, his chest rising steadily under your touch.

Your hands clutched his suit, urging him closer, guiding him. “Please…” you breathed, pressing your body against his. “Touch me…”

The soft, restrained control melted from his posture in an instant. His lips parted against yours, soft whimpers escaping from you as he finally gave in. Hands gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against him, body to body.

Your knees almost buckled at the way he bent to deepen the kiss, his figure hovering over you. His tongue traced yours with careful, teasing exploration at first, then with a growing urgency that matched the desperate rhythm of your heartbeat.

You moaned in his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck, lips moving against his, matching the fast pace. With each second that passed, the kissed grew more urgent, desperate, needing him in every way possible. The dirty, wet sounds and your breaths bounced off the wall, echoing in the room.

Feeling heat spread through your body, you carefully backed up, guiding him towards your bed without breaking the kiss. He followed your movements, gloved hands kneading your waist through your thin night gown as you felt the bed frame hitting the back of your knees.

You finally parted from him, looking up.

“Sit down, please,” you asked on a breathy voice.

Deku nodded, sliding onto your bed beside your plushies of him. They looked almost comical now that the real thing—stronger, larger, undeniably alive—was right there.

Your hands rose to his masked face, thumbs brushing over the lips you’d kissed, tracing the swell and redness left from your fevered moments together.

He hummed softly, the vibration through the mask sending warmth into your chest.

“Let me make you feel good, yeah?” You asked with a smile, as you quickly dropped to your knees between his legs.

He stayed still for a heartbeat, then relaxed, letting you guide the moment.

Your hands started roaming over his strong thighs, tracing the taut muscles until your fingers brushed the waistband of his pants.

Slowly, deliberately, you slipped your fingertips under the fabric and tugged it down. He lifted his hips, giving you room, then settled back onto the bed, white lenses locked on yours.

Your hand slid upward, pressing against the black fabric of his briefs. You cupped him, feeling the hardness of his dick straining beneath your palm, teasing him just enough to draw out a soft whimper.

Gently, you lowered your hand, freeing him. His thick, veiny cock sprang into view, tip already leaking with pre-cum. Your mouth watered at the sight, at his grith, eyes following every vein, every curve…

Your gaze flipped to his face, seeing the way his teeth caught his bottom lip, head steady, watching you intently.

“I want to… suck it. Please?” you whispered, hands inching closer in his lap, body leaning forward, heat pooling at the anticipation.

He nodded, and you let out a quiet huff, craving even a hint of his voice.

You moved your attention back towards his aching cock. Your hands wrapped around his aching length, giving a few deliberate pumps, before you stuck out your tongue, starting to lick all over his leaking tip, tasting the saltiness. He shifted under your touch, chest heaving faster.

He let out a guttural moan when you finally took him in your mouth, slowly starting to move down his length, guiding him to the back of your throat.

You began to bob your head and swirl your tongue, exploring every ridge and vein, welcoming him deeper into your wet heat. Every movement was a promise, every sound a spark that pulled him closer to the edge.

Your eyes involuntarily closed at the feeling of him twitching in your mouth, making you eager to bring him close to the edge.

His grunts and moans became louder now, hips bucking forward, watching how you struggle to keep up the pace, yet refuse to stop your motions. Neither the tears prickling at your eyes nor the burning sensation of your throat stopped you to reach your goal.

When his hips started shaking and his breath became irregular you sped up your movements, pushing him towards the edge.

He came with a loud, fractured moan, the sound tearing straight through you and settling low in your stomach. The sensation followed immediately after—hot, sudden, overwhelming—as he spilled down your throat, leaving you breathless, eyes watering.

Still, you didn’t stop.

You swallowed every drop of cum, continuing to suck him dry until his large, gloved hand tangled hard in your hair, harshly pulling at the strands to get you off of him.

Your chest heaved, sweat glistened on your temples and chest. Your cheeks were flushed, lips all wet with spit and cum, as you stared up at him with half lidded eyes.

“Felt good?” He asked, voice low, breathy. “…sucking me off with the same mouth you used to talk trash about me?” he still tried keeping his composure even if his orgasm left him a total wreck.

You should have felt shame at his words, should have crawled into a ditch and hid there forever, but all you could focus on was his voice.

His real voice.

Loud and clear.

Without the voice modulator, without the mask. His real voice… It was soft, gentle, not very deep, almost boyish and yet so sexy and so fucking addicting, it made your thighs brush together and your heart skip a beat.

“Yes… uh… can you move back on the bed?” You asked impatient, feeling the wettness stick to your underwear as you looked at him.

He quickly looked at your neatly made bed, then at his boots.

“I might get your sheets dirty—“

“Fuck the sheets, move back, please,” you were practically begging and he let out a small laugh, but still complied to your request.

He moved his body on your mattress, until his was back was pressed against the wooden headboard, sitting prettily with his cock hanging out from his briefs, pants dragged around his muscular thighs, sweat and cum forming a sticky mess.

You slipped on the bed, ignoring the stinging pain of your knees as you crawled towards him and settled in his lap.

For a second, you just looked at him, analyzing every visible part of him. His rosy lips, his strong jawline, then going down over his v-line, following the veins that lead to his groin. Your gaze landed on his strong thighs, frowning at the small clusters of freckles dusted over his scarred skin.

“You have freckles?” You asked surprised as you studied the pattern. “You have them on your face too?”

“Yes, and other parts,” he added with a smile, knowing his response will stir you up.

And it did.

You groaned loudly, fingers gripping the material of his suit, head falling against his strong chest.

“You are gonna kill me,” you almost cried, and he let out a laugh, sending a warm feeling through your body.

“I wouldn’t even have guessed you liked me this much,” he teased and looked back up at him.

“You have no idea…” you sigh. “Let me show you, yeah?”

Your fingers quickly reached the hem of your night gawn, pulling it over your head in a swift motion and throwing it on the floor.

His lips parted then closed, remining quiet as he studied your exposed chest. He followed the swell of your breasts, the small beads of sweat forming between them and your hard, sensitive nipples.

You smiled as you felt the tip of his dick hit your stomach. You reached down to wrap it around him again with one hand while the other went to take one of his and place it on your chest.

“You like them?” you tease lightly as you give his cock a few pumps, feeling his large hand squeezing the soft flesh of your breast.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

“Ride me,” he added suddenly, taking you by suprise.

“R-ride?” you stammered, taken aback by his request.

He seemed displeased with how long it took you to comply, so he took matters into his hands. He trailed his fingers down until they reached the hem of your underwear.

In a second you hear the sound of clothing ripping, and when you look down, you see the material of your panties in half, exposing your drooling core to him.

“Deku— what—“

“Shh, it’s okay, you were taking too long,” he explains softly as his hands move to your hips, fingers digging in your flesh. He shifted you, guiding you until you were perfectly above his aching cock, then slowly let you sink on it.

You didn’t try to wiggle away from his touch, stomach twisting in anticipation as your slippery, wet cunt finally made contact with his leaking tip, making you let out a gasp.

Your hands found his broad shoulders as you let him move you however he pleased.

“You seem too wet and ready for me,” he mused watching how his dick slipped between your wet folds with ease. “What were you doing before I came?” He asked on a serious note, eyes leaving your form and skimming over your room.

“Ah— Mhm!” You moaned loudly at the feeling of his dick stretching you out, head thrown back, mouth parting wide, failing to give him a reply.

“Oh,” he smiles as his gaze lands on a used dildo that was clumsily thrown behind your nightstand.

“Hmm… tell me,” he murmured, voice low, eyes studying your reaction like a lab report behind the lenses. “Is my dick better than the toy you were using?” His cock was buried inside you, hips shifting slightly as he tested your response, watching every flicker of your expression, every shiver that ran through you.

“Yes! Yes!” You nodded desperately, as he started moving you up and down, walls contracting and relaxing with each motion.

He grunts in response as he bucks into you.

“Ah!” You cry out, feeling the warmth coil in your stomach.

His moderate pace changed with each passing second, turning it into something faster, deeper, bruising your sweet spot, making your body arch into him, tits bouncing deliciously as you become a moaning and whimpering mess.

“I like you,” you babbled, too fucked out too even register your words.

“Mhm,” he mused quietly, focusing on his movements, brows furrowed behind his mask.

“Deku—Ah!”

“ I like you… I like you so m-much—“ you sniffed and he clicked his tongue.

“I get it—I get it. Just be quiet now,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he bounced you against him, irritation and desire mixing in every movement.

“But—“ you were cut off by something being shoved in your mouth, soon realizing it was your own underwear.

“Just keep quiet for me, okay? I—shit—can’t focus with you like this,” he groaned, a low, breathy sound escaping him as your walls clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he bit out, teeth catching his lip as his fingers anchored deep into your hips.

The pressure snapped something in you.

Your body convulsed as he hit that sensitive spot again and again, the sensation sharp and overwhelming. Your fingers clawing into his shoulders as you tried (and failed) to stay quiet. The sound that left you was muffled, broken, nothing you could control.

The tension coiled tight in your stomach, fast and familiar.

Your hands pressed against his chest as your orgasm tore through you, heat flooding your body all at once. Your eyes rolled back, your muscles giving in as you went slack against him, breathless and spent.

He followed almost immediately.

A strained groan tore from his throat as his body tensed beneath you, veins standing out along his neck. His grip tightened reflexively as he came, hips jerking once before stilling, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled with a shuddering breath.

Then—nothing. Just the sound of your breathing, uneven and shaking.

You stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together, neither of you moving, the room filled only with the quiet aftermath and the faint hum of the city outside.

That was when the buzz sounded.

Soft at first—almost easy to miss—but close.

His body jolted slightly, the reality snapping back into him as the sound came again, sharper this time.

Deku instantly recogned the sound and then— it hit him: in the heat of the moment, you must have pressed something on his chest. Something you shouldn’t have.

Before he could even do anything about it, a voice blasted through his in-ear, scaring you and making him groan.

“DEKU YOU FUCKING NERD—TURN YOUR FUCKING MIC OFF NEXT TIME!”

“Shit.”

[typhea]

This is my first time asking for any sry if I mess up anywhere…

I love what you did on the your lips, my lips for suga and if you don’t mind could u maybe make smth more for it??

I’m not sure exactly what do you have full creativity to do what you want!

Also you don’t have to do it if you don’t want!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORK KEEP IT UP AND ILY🫶🥹

⌗ ⋮ 🌸、　SUGAWARA KOUSHI + ‘APOCALYPSE’

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 featuring : suga! ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw content mdni! ,, fluff + smut, doggystyle, breeding, quickie, reader gets randomly aroused♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : longer version of your lips, my lips ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : omgg you’re adorable sweetheart, dw ur req is perfect thank u so much, sorry it’s kinda late 😭 ill try my best ♡

his soft hands stroking your hair slowly and absentmindedly. you’re sitting between koushi’s legs watching a movie peacefully. it was 2 pm but the curtains were closed and the heart grumble against his palm. he chuckles before teasing “hungry, aren’t we? i thought that was an hearthquake.” “shut up, kou..” you say smiling with your cheeks heating up. “turn around for me, love.” he asks softly, wanting to face you. you turn around and straddle his lap. koushi immediately wraps his arms around you, feeling how the blanket has heated your skin. he lets out a soft groan of satisfaction when you get closer to him, hugging him back. “what does my princess wants? oh damn — you smell so sweet..” he says his head burried in the crook of your neck. she giggles at his sudden distraction. you feel his humid breath against your clavicle, his strong arms holding you tighter. “i love holding you like this, stay right there, darling.” “i’m not going anywhere, kou.” you say with a gentle kiss on his head. “not even to the kitchen?” he jokes again, making both of you laugh.

“i’m starving too actually, let’s order something.” he reaches for his phone with his right arm, the left never leaving your waist. you rest your head on his chest to look at his phone, picking the food with him. the screen is suddenly showing a call and his phone is buzzing — shoyo. all the group was going to gather here, he knew it. “we’ve got pigeons to feed, wifey.” you chuckle, standing up on your feet. “c’mon it’s better if we cook something for them!” you suggest with sparkling eyes, “why, sweetheart we could just order..” “but they’re tired from all their training, they need food made with love!” he looks at you with a smile and loving eyes. it’s the reason why he’s with you, your sweet and pure heart. he stands up, kisses your lips softly but quickly. “you’re so cute, let’s do whatever the boss wants.” you grin in return and takes his hand leading him to the kitchen.

“now we scroll on pinterest trying to find a recipe..” you’re both looking at his phone, empty stomachs to support your hungry friends that are coming soon. “let’s make gyozas!” he suddenly suggests, “i know the recipe, it’s fast and easy.” he continues, getting the ingredients needed. you agreed and started to look for a specific gyoza recipe video. one by one, all the ingredients were on the table. he then grabs the back of your thighs— “hey! kou!” — he makes you sit on the kitchen counter. “you, princess, sit there and watch me.” your heart starts beating faster, you hold back a smile. “we’re supposed to cook together, you know?” you say, still you didn’t move from the spot he placed you on. “aren’t we together? and you’re doing a great job looking all pretty for me, just keep swinging your feet cutie.” you giggle as he grins looking at you, already starting the recipe. you swing your feet, you didn’t mind watching him. he was a real piece of art, you have a handsome man. but your focus shifted on his veiny arms and skilled fingers. his confident hands knew exactly what to do with no unnecessary movement.

you didn’t notice that your feet have stopped swinging. your cheeks were heating up and your mind was slowly getting dirtier. “you okay, baby?” he asks, stopping in his tracks. you can’t help but giggle awkwardly as you snapped back into reality from nasty scenarios. “yeah! im just- just watching you.” you reply with a smirk that you can barely hide. it was like a hidden message — request, that was gladly accepted with a smile. he walks towards you and stands between your legs. “what’s wrong, huh?” he strokes your bare thighs as you wore mini shorts. “nothiiing, i promise!” “are you bored? you need some entertainment?” he says in a very much serious tone, despite his persistent smirk. you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and your ears feeling hot. your breath was shorter so you parted your lips slightly. “there she goes, you know that i didn’t do anything, right? yet you’re already worked up like i’ve touched you, honey.” words can’t come out as you feel a pinch of embarrassment. but koushi loves to see you all shy and embarrassed. “do you want my attention, love?” he asks softly almost whispering. “i do..” you reply in the same tone. “okay baby.. i’ll give it to you.”

he leans in to give a gentle kiss on your lips. he gives the best kisses, gentle but never fail to turn you on. his tongue dancing with yours, his audible heavy breath and his hands clamping your waist was overwhelming to you. after few moments, he pulls aways from the kiss only to give you more. he went for your jaw then down to your neck, extracting sweet sounds out of you. his large hand that was earlier on your waist slides inside your shorts. his fingers politely strokes your slit on top of your underwear. “color, baby?” he murmurs keeping his eyes on you, paying attention to your open mouth and red face. “green..” obviously. you were dying for more. he smirks pressing his finger against your entrance, still protected by your drenched panties. when he feels the wet spot against his digit, he immediately locks his eyes on yours “you got wet from watching me cook, sweetheart? really?” , you reply with a shy whimper making him chuckle. he sounded like he was mocking you, like his usual teasing/joking tone. his hands were fast to work on the waistband of your shorts to get rid of them.

minutes later, instead of your stomach, it was koushi growling in your ear at each thrust he gave you. the kitchen counter trembling at the force of his hips against your ass. his left on your right hip, bringing your butt back towards him making you take his cock that hit the right spots everytime. his hips hammering into yours seemed never stopping, you were already feeling overwhelmed. your moans filled the room. koushi was super focused on your body and sounds, making him breathe heavily and occasionally whimper. he was so close but holding back, determined to make you finish first. “come on, pretty girl give it to me..” he encourages you in soft and breathy whispers. his words struck through your core. your moans are louder with a higher pitch, your walls suffocate his cock, your muscles are contracted and tense. “a-ah.. shit baby ..” you finally hear his whimper, that heavenly sound that you cherish so much. you squeeze your thighs together to calm the overwhelming pulse in your clit, that he could perfectly feel. “baby, im gonna cum- fuckkk..!” without moving, he fills you up with his seed, hips glued to your body and balls deep in you. “so. damn. good.. you okay, love?” “yeah-” diiing dong. “shit, i forgot about these idiots..” “koushi..”

“yo! open up suga!”

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What the hell is happening in Shibuya?

...Well, Husband!Sukuna is actually being scolded by his wife, and he's taking it like a little bitch champ ═══════════════════════════

“Please, watch your step, my lady,” Uraume warned, taking the lead a few paces in front of you to guide you through the chaotic scene your husband had made of Shibuya. It was quite impressive, you had to admit, but you weren’t about to praise him for his mess–you’ve seen better, and you’ll make sure to let him know that as soon as you’re done giving him a piece of your mind.

They paused a few steps in front of you, waiting for you to catch up to offer you their hand and help you over the smoldering rubble. You paused when, above your head, you heard Sukuna’s familiar maniacal laughter as he toyed around with a curse, tossing the poor thing all over the city without any real effort or care for the civilians among you.

“Fucking manchild,” you sneered under your breath, following Uraume’s lead through the burning mess. In the distance, you watched a plane fall from the sky, crashing into a fiery pit of rubble before exploding. “His gluttonous need for mayhem disgusts me.”

Uraume chuckled, “I believe there was a time when you found that to be a charming attribute of his, my lady. And if I remember correctly, you used to eagerly partake in the chaos as well.”

“Don’t mistake my words, Uraume. I only meant that this madness isn’t something to indulge in alone–he’s keeping this all to himself.”

They hummed over your explanation with a small smile. “I see. You’re upset that you’ve been left out.”

“Precisely,” you hissed, taking their hand again when it was offered to you. “He should have waited for me.”

“To be fair, Sukuna-sama wasn’t aware that we’d be attending. Otherwise, I’m almost certain he would have waited for you.” You didn’t believe that for a single second. “This way, my lady. I believe their fight is nearing its end.”

When you finally set your eyes on your husband again, he was watching over the burning corpse of the curse he’d been fighting. At your side, Uraume dropped to their knee on the charred sphere you were standing on. In another life, one that was set a thousand years ago, you might’ve knelt before your king, too. 

However, this was a different era, and you’d had a thousand years to stew in your anger and contempt after being neglected and abandoned by your husband. To say you were livid was an understatement; therefore, the only one who would be doing the kneeling between you and Sukuna was going to be Sukuna kneeling for you.

“Who are you?” he dared to ask, not even turning to look at you or Uraume.

“It’s nice to see you again, Sukuna-sama.” 

You rolled your eyes at the pleasantries that always dripped off Uraume’s tongue when they addressed your husband–as if he deserved it.

“I’ll have to disagree with you, Uraume,” you gritted out, finally earning the attention of the insufferable man you bound yourself to all those years ago. “I feel rather nauseous upon our meeting.” 

He glanced at you over his shoulder, red eyes, mirthless and unamused, narrowed in your direction as he tried to fit the familiar pieces together. Then, as if the realization struck him at once, they ever so slightly widened in surprise, then filled with just a touch of fear. 

Good.

“You spineless coward.” His throat bobbed as he gulped, watching as you paced forward, paying no mind to the singed ruins burning the hem of your kimono. “You disgusting, petulant, monstrous, little brat–do you have any idea how long you’ve left me alone?! To deal with the consequences of your actions that you left behind without a moment’s notice?!”

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from stabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re angry-”

“Yes! I am angry! You did not tell me you were abandoning me-!”

“I did not abandon you-”

“Do not play dumb with me!” Your hand surged up to grab onto his face, fingers digging into his cheeks to pull him down to your level. So easily, he could have pried you away from him, yet he didn’t. Instead, he only rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish. “You said you were going away for a while.”

“And that was true. It has been a while, yes?”

“I did not think you meant a thousand years!”

“Your mistake then.”

You were about to grind your teeth down into little nubs with how tightly you were clenching your jaw. A sneering hiss passed your lips, and you harshly dragged your hand away from his face. 

“This boy that you’re inhabiting–your vessel-”

“Yuji-”

“I do not care for the brat’s name!” Sukuna flinched at your tone. “Does he feel pain when you are fronting in his body?”

“No.”

“Good.”

With his answer, you didn’t hesitate to back hand him across the face, putting all your rage into the one swing. He grunted with the impact to his cheek, but took the attack as he should–wordlessly and without punishing you back. 

The space around you went quiet, only filled by the crackling sound of embers and distant screams of anguish as you dragged your hand back, shaking out the tingles quickly before holding it out to him, which he begrudgingly took to heal it for you. 

“That has quelled the worst of the anger.”

He only grunted in response to that, tracing his thumb over the back of your hand until it didn’t ache anymore.

“There.” When he let go of your hand, you didn’t pull it back. You kept it held out in front of him until he groaned and grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before lowering it to your side in a soft, delicate motion. “Good?”

“Adequate,” you corrected him, crossing your arms and sliding your hands into the sleeves of your kimono. “With that out of the way, I will admit that I’ve missed you.”

He exhaled a faint sigh of relief, the smallest smile ticking up on the corners of his mouth before disappearing. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Have you really?”

“Indeed. Want me to prove it to you?”

“No need.” Your nose curled at his insinuation, eyes glaring over his new body. “I’ll take your word for it. I’ve no interest in lying with someone so young and who lacks the proper number of appendages. You’re missing two of your arms.”

He chuckled, “Among other appendages, but yes, I’m aware.”

You grabbed the uniform he was wearing, bunching it in your fist to push it up to his chest, revealing his boringly bare torso, no belly mouth in sight. “And the best part about you is also missing. How tragic…”

“My apologies.” 

With a scoff, you released the uniform top, returning your hands to your sleeves. “When will this affair be over? And I mean completely over. I want my husband back, and I want him in my husband’s body.”

“Hard to say. I have a few more things I’d like to do.”

“Make it quick then. I want to spend the New Year together-”

“It’s not that simple-” At his interjection, you raised your brows, making him fall silent before he sighed, “I’ll make it quick.”

“That's the way.” You took a small step toward him, closing the gap between you. “Lean down.”

When he did, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made him grumble, “That’s it?”

“It’s all you deserve.” 

You gave his chest a pat before turning on your heel, only to be caught by your wrist and pulled back against him. His arms circled around your waist as his face pressed into the crook of your neck. Sukuna inhaled deeply and released it with a sated groan, hand dragging down your hips to palm your asscheek. 

“You’re not really leaving already, are you?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. “You should stay. I’ll fight you next. It'll be the most fun we've both had since I left.”

“No, thanks.” You let him place only one more kiss to your skin before pushing away. “Don’t make me wait too long, Sukuna. I’d hate to have to find someone else to take care of me.”

He snorted, “Like who? No one else can handle you.”

You shrugged innocently. “I hear Satoru Gojo’s in Shibuya. Sealed up tight in the prison realm. Maybe I’ll just take it for myself and free him. Maybe then I’d renounce my title as your queen and devote myself to fighting for his cause. Offer myself up as his wife, too–I’m sure he’d appreciate a step up in the competition, don’t you?”

You could feel his anger wafting off of him in waves, hitting you in the back of the neck as you grinned.

“I’ll kill you both.”

“Hurry up while you still have a wife waiting for you.” You hid your snickering behind your hand when you heard his irritated grumbling. “Let’s go, Uraume. I need a new kimono before you take me home.”

[typhea]

haikyu characters of your choice x bimbo!reader? 🤭

⌗ ⋮ 🌸、　HAIKYUU BOYS + BIMBO!READER

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 featuring : azumane asahi, hinata shoyo, ukai keishin, tanaka ryunosuke ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw under the cut ,, mdni! fluff, popular!reader, recorded sex, drunk sex, age gap, objectification, overstimulation ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : headcanons with a bimbo gf! ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : ouuh this req speaks to me (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) tysm!! wasn’t sure if u wanted some smut.. still added a bit ^_^’ all characters are 18+!! ♡

──﹐ AZUMANE ASAHI

⤷ with popular bimbo

he’s still not used to you greeting your many friends.

once apologised for ruining your outfit when you felt cold and he gave you his hoodie.

#1 supporter when you post.

he’s clingy but you’re clingier.

still shy about pda.

“oh god .. you’re beautiful.” everytime he sees you.

people often have a hard time understanding how you two are together.

tries to get along with your friends.

he’s not jealous, lets you have guy friends but trusts his gut feeling when they’re abit weird.

knows you like recording, he likes getting on camera your pretty pink nails around his huge manhood. your beautiful eyes behind your thick lashes looking up at him.. all on camera ; “yeah, put your lipstick on it baby..”

──﹐ HINATA SHOUYO

⤷ friends with benefits bimbo

loves to tease and annoy you, knows you get pissed easily.

“oh you wanna put make up on me? go ahead!”

you have the best laughs with him.

friday nights dinners, saturday shopping spree, facetime and makeup tut, always with him.

use his hand to test your lipstick shade.

always defends you when people mistakes you for an easy girl.

has skills from his little sister, so he’s your hairstylist.

knows you’re pretty with a great body, but would never cross those friendships boundaries.

until the day you give him the green light. fully sober but with a different gaze, you’ve never seen on him before. his face burried between your thighs, that were tightly held by his veiny hands. “does that feel good?”

──﹐ UKAI KEISHIN

⤷ with 6 years age-gap bimbo

you know each other since high school, he liked you but he was too young for you, now you’re “too old” for him.

pretends to hate you and your outfits, defends you if anyone agrees with him.

“what happened to me being too young, ma?”

instinctively stops smoking around you.

steals glances when you’re not looking.

pisses you off on purpose but apologies when you really are pissed.

gives you free stuff from his store, anything any time.

somehow never says no to you, you always end at his house drinking.

always end up bouncing on his lap. you both have heated cheeks because of the alcohol. his arm wraps around your waist, he’s been wanting this for years, “you feel so damn good.”

──﹐ TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

⤷ with spoiled bimbo

loves to show you off.

looks like he’s about to faint whenever he sees a picture of you.

feeds your shoe addiction and buys you new pair whenever he can.

reassures you and protects you, likes the feeling of being a big man.

“you’re gorgeous, fuck.. turn around for me?”

almost teleports to you when you call him.

always brings you tiny gifts whenever you see each other.

hand placementt — always on your waist or hip.

would set the world on fire if you broke a nail.

lets you use his cock like a dildo whenever you’re frustated. ride it till dawn, not caring if he’s overstimulated. he’s like a toy and he’d do anything for you. use his tongue, sit on his face, just say the word and he’s like “hop on, princess.”

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୨ৎ pretty when you cry .ᐟ.ᐟ

izuku cries when he finishes.

it happens the second your needy cunt finally takes him all the way in, slick and warm, swallowing him whole as obscene, wet squelching sounds fill the room. his hips don’t slow, don’t stop, thrusting into your pussy like he’s chasing something he’s already lost. every snap of his body makes your nipples harden, your thighs trembling as your whole body shakes beneath him.

his face twists—brows drawn tight, jaw clenched with that stubborn, desperate need. he keeps forcing it, pushing deeper, harder, like he can fuck himself steady again, like if he just keeps moving he won’t fall apart. until your walls finally give.

they clamp down around him.

tight. unforgiving.

squeezing, milking, dragging your climax out of you in a broken rush that leaves you gasping, and helpless beneath him. your body shakes around his, slick and desperate, pulling him in deeper than he’s ready for.

you watch him fall apart.

the sound comes first—a soft, shaky whine slipping past his lips as his breath stutters. his thighs begin to tremble, muscles locking as he tries, tries, to thrust just one more time. his hips falter. strain. and then his face crumples completely.

tears spill into his lashes, clinging there as his lip trembles between his teeth. the cry that finally breaks free is small and needy and ruined, like he’s been holding it in the whole time just for you.

his green curls stick to his flushed cheeks, framing him so pretty it almost hurts to look at him.

then his body gives up.

his aching cock spills hot and messy over your soft tummy, painting your skin as his pink, oversensitive tip twitches and glistens. he whimpers again, shoulders shaking, completely undone—wrecked and trembling, breath breaking into quiet, hiccupping sobs as it all catches up to him.

it’s the prettiest thing—izuku whiny and ruined, covered in his own mess, hiccuping and sobbing like a baby. poor thing :(

he collapses forward, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, clinging to you as he cries. his body keeps twitching against yours, overstimulated and vulnerable, trusting you enough to fall apart completely in your arms.

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[typhea]

I LOVE HIM SM OMGG 🥹🥹 and ur handwriting is PURE gold ♡

[typhea]

⌗ ⋮ 🌸、　CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

⤷ intro , one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight.

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IZUKU

July 13th

—— the day we broke up, that seriously hurt me. dating amara yuren was the best experience of my life. she was the sweetest girl i knew, she wasn't that smart but i was glad that i could help her. she was always positive, patient and understanding. i was so obsessed with her, i did things for her that i never thought i would for anyone else. but now, i feel ashamed of these things. she never really loved me, i heard. but the way she acted.. i had to give her the world. when i think about how i used to be in the past, i'm just disgusted. i know she deserved someone better. no wonder why she wouldn't stay with me, who would want such a crybaby?

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10:57 PM

I live with my two roommates, Tenya and Shoto. We've been friends since Yuei High School. They're the best friends I've ever had and they were a huge support for me when I broke up with Amara. It's been 5 years since I last saw her. I heard about her few times from Mina, but nothing bad.

Tenya, Shoto and I got admitted in the same university. That was quite far from Yuei's city (Musutafu). Shoto had to go to Musutafu on weekends when he could to see his mom.

I was going home from the gym, then I receive a text from Shoto.

shoto : 1 image

shoto : look who i saw with bakugo (10:21 PM)

As I open the text to see the image, I see Amara and Bakugo, quite close to each other. Fuck.. she got even prettier.. what the heck is she doing with.. Bakugo? Didn't they hate each other in high school? I guess people change. I shouldn't even care about that. That's none of my business. Why would he send me that?

me : yeah and?

me : idc who she's with, we broke up ages ago (10:59 PM)

shoto : lol , is it me or ur getting jealous? (11:01 PM)

me : it's def u, idk what ur talking about (11:01 PM)

shoto : yeah sure

shoto : arent u happy for her (11:02 PM)

me : happy about what?

me : what makes u think they r together ? (11:02 PM)

shoto : look at u being jealous lmao (11:02 PM)

me : i honestly dgaf abt her

me : u know i moved on (11:07 PM)

Before receiving his reply, I didn't even notice that I was already home. He just pissed me off. He knows how much I was hurt when we broke up. When I move on, he tries to bring that back? Nah, I've changed. I'm not letting some random pic ruin my night.

I enter the house thinking that Tenya is surely asleep because I don't see him anywhere. All the lights were off. I turn on the little lights so I could remove my shoes. After sweating so much at the gym, I had to take a shower.

After undressing from sticky clothes, contemplating how much my body changed, I get into the shower hoping she would get out of my head as the water runs. The thoughts only intensifies, I start reminding myself the good memories we had together. Then I think about how she wasn't even sincere. But that was a long time ago, we were only kids back then. It doesn't hurts like it did before. It was just a stupid story of a love starved guy and a girl that had pity for him.

After a long shower, I brush my teeth then put some shorts on. It was too hot to put a shirt. I open the windows of my bedroom and close the door.  I take a look at my phone and notices 2 new notifications.

Wait. Wait. Why the fuck did Amara like my post? This thing is really starting to piss me off. Everybody is starting to talk about her, now it's herself that comes to me. I sigh and just turn off my phone. She's not worth it. Heck yeah she is, I just wished she wasn't. But what's making her worth it huh? What, because she's pretty? Ochako is also pretty. Because she's sweet? Caring? Patient and understanding? Maybe because she's fun? Quite goofy and clumsy sometimes. Then I caught myself overthinking, with a smile on my face. That was a bad sign, really bad sign. I should stop acting like I know her. She probably changed as much I did. Maybe she's not so sweet and kind like she was before. Maybe.

And why would I even compare her to Ochako ? Ochako and I aren't even together. I'm not planning on going out with her. She's nice but, she's so insistent. And that since high school.

But now I'm sure that she's not as sweet as she was before. Hanging out with people like Katsuki? And if they were together, let's only imagine if she was. Right after a date, she would see her ex's account then like his post? I'm sorry but, they were on a date. Cause the way she dressed..  Again, I caught myself looking again at that picture, with really focused eyes.

What was happening to me.. I don't like that at all. I mean, there's nothing to worry about. I always overthink about everything.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing.

July 14th

11:32 AM

I yawn, still sleepy while entering the living room. I just woke up. I see Tenya already making lunch. Yeah, he probably woke up at 6 am or so.

TENYA  ––– ❝ What made you sleep for so long? ❞

I sigh before answering.

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Remember Amara? From Yuei. ❞

He raises his eyes to look at me.

TENYA  ––– ❝ Yes, I remember her why? She was you ex right? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Yeah she's um.. a very old story. Shoto saw her with Bakugo. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ Ohh. Well, it's been quite long since you've seen her right? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Yeah, something around.. 5 years ago. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ Don't tell me you still have feelings for her Izuku.. ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ No! No.. of course not. Just, pisses me off. Bakugo is probably gonna be a bad influence to her. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ Listen, you shouldn't care that much about her. She's an adult, she knows what she's doing. Aren't you interested in Ochako now? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Ochako.. is just.. she's not my type. ❞

She's just not her.

TENYA  ––– ❝ Man, if you still can't forget about Amara, you either have to see her or see someone else that would make you forget about her. ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ I'd rather shave my head bald than come back to her. ❞

Tenya laughed, but i was dead serious. There is no way I'll get back to her.

Meanwhile Tenya was literally mocking me, we hear the door opening. Shoto gets back and looks at me with a smile.

SHOTO  ––– ❝ Wassup, Amara's boyfriend? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Shut up, Sho. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ Hey, Izuku told me he's getting his head shaved bald soon. ❞

They both laughed. I know they were trying to piss me off, that made me smile slightly.

SHOTO  ––– ❝ Why would he? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Tenya, you ain't funny at all. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ I see you smiling, you know I'm right. ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ It's funny how y'all think I like her. You know what? I'm gonna call Ochako and see her, okay? I'll prove both of you I don't care about Amara. ❞

TENYA  ––– ❝ Izuku, don't break anyone's heart, alright? ❞

I chuckle. What is he talking about? I'm not a heartbreaker.

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Pfft, who do you think you're talking to? I'm the sweetest man alive. I'd never break anyone's heart. ❞

I say with a smirk as I leave the living room to get into the shower. I have to get ready and see someone.

SHOTO  ––– ❝ He's definitely gonna break someone's heart. ❞

I hear Tenya sighing as he began to eat.

12:42 PM

I get out of the shower, all ready and clothed. Perfumed and shoed. I decided to call Ochako. She immediately answers.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Hiii, Izu! How are youu?  ❞

Such a soothing voice.

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Hi Ochako, I'm not feeling really good.. can I come over? ❞

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Oh.. of course you can, sweetheart.. I made some noodles, that might cheer you up. ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Yeah that might.. just keep some for me, will ya? ❞

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Mh-hm! Don't worry. See u soon m'kay? ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Sure, see ya. ❞

I hang up then grab the keys of my car, driving to her house. I just know she can make me forget about Amara.

Once I was in front of her house, I ring the bell and patiently wait. She opens the door with a beautiful smile. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, quite tight clothes — the black clothes shapped her body perfectly.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Hii Deku! ❞

I give the most innocent and sweetest smile, while looking up and down at her, then back to her eyes.

IZUKU –––  ❝  Hi.  ❞

I simply say with that same smile, not sounding cold or mean but just as calm as everybody knows me.

She steps aside to let me in and I gladly take that invitation to enter her house. I remove my shoes then hug her as another greeting manner.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  You told me you weren't feeling okay?..  ❞

She says with her voice muffled against my chest. I could hear worry in her voice which warms my heart.

IZUKU –––  ❝  Just my friends teasing me about my ex.  ❞

Ochako steps back to look at me in the eyes with a shocked look.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Yuren??  ❞

I chuckle finding it amusing that she's jealous. Does she thinks I'm hers?

IZUKU –––  ❝  Yeah, Yuren. Why did you make that face huh? ❞

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Isn't she in Musutafu?  ❞

IZUKU –––  ❝  She is. What about that?  ❞

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Why would they bring her name back? It's been so long. You moved on right? ❞

She asks, desperate for a positive answer. Grabbing my face with both her hands to see sincerity and my eyes. I look at her worried expression and stressed out eyes for few seconds. I can't help but chuckle again. Once I'm done mocking her reaction, I answer.

IZUKU –––  ❝  Of course I moved on.. I was a kid back then.  ❞

I say as I hold her hips to bring her closer to me. Simple moves can make her lose her mind, make her lose focus on my eyes. That way I can hide lies, leading her brain to something more interesting.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Izuku.. um.. do you think I'm prettier than Yuren?.. ❞

She asks innocently thinking it was okay to ask some fucked up shit like that. My brain just denied that question. I'm pretty sure I didn't hear right.

IZUKU –––  ❝  What?..  ❞

She looks away. I hope she's embarrassed. I guess not enough, she has the guts to repeat that.

OCHAKO –––  ❝  Am I prettier than Yuren?  ❞

Fuck no, Ochako you're not.

IZUKU –––  ❝  Why would ask that? Don't compare yourself to her.. let's leave her in the past.  ❞

She looks down, acting like I insulted her. I didn't even say anything bad. She's just begging for some compliments.

IZUKU  ––– ❝ C'mon Ochako don't make that face, you're adorable. So pretty. ❞

I see her smiling shyly and I smile back. It's just so funny to see that she can't even hold eye contact with me for more than 2 seconds.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Thank you, haha.. ❞

She shyly giggles.  The pick-me got picked.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Wanna have a drink? I have some beers— ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Don't you have something.. stronger? ❞

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Oh you're feeling that bad? Poor Deku.. ❞

Nah I just need to be really fucked up to fuck you.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ I don't have anything stronger, I don't like strong alcohol. Whisky, vodka, these aren't my stuff. ❞

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ I have some.. cigarettes? I don't think you're a smoker. ❞

I chuckle, I care too much about my health to smoke. But not enough to drink like a hole.

IZUKU  ––– ❝ Nah I don't smoke. You don't look like a smoker either.. you have white teeth and a pretty face. ❞

She giggles as she handed me a beer can, taking a cigarette for her.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ You're adorable Izu.. i smoke very rarely, I don't get how people get addicted. ❞

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Are you sure that a beer is okay? I could go buy something else if you'd like— ❞

IZUKU  ––– ❝ No, it's okay baby I just .. need to talk about all the shit that pisses me off. Alcohol helps, you know? ❞

I say, trying to appear a little sad and depressed. Shit's too funny. I open the beer and start drinking.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Aww, of course I know Izu.. come here I'll listen to you. ❞

She drags me in her room, closing the door behind her. She sits on the edge of her pink soft bed, patting her lap while looking at me with her beautiful eyes. My eyes wander over her plushy thighs and her cleavage, my thoughts becoming lustful.

I smile as I sit right in front of her, resting my head between her thighs. She lights up her cigarette, while smoke starts to spread around the room. I just drink my beer, I know I can't take alcohol. It won't take forever for me to get completely drunk.

OCHAKO  ––– ❝ Talk to me Izu.. tell me more about her. ❞

I looked at the ceiling, seeing smoke appearing every now and then. Smelling the cigarette made me even more lightheaded. All the shit that went through my head got out of my mouth, without realising whether it was making sense or not. I don't know if she was listening to me and I couldn't care less.

Ochako wasn't important at the moment. Not even when she had her ankles on my shoulder, the main thought was always her. I was mad at myself for that, Ochako could feel it through the way I grabbed her hips, bruising them. Again, I couldn't care less.

All that mattered was Amara.

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──﹐ iida tenya ︵ 21 years old

──﹐ ashido mina ︵ 21 years old

──﹐ sero hanta ︵ 22 years old

──﹐ kirishima eijirou ︵ 21 years old

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AMARA

July 13th

—— honestly, dating izuku midoriya was boring as fuck. we've known each other since middle school and izuku never stopped having a crush on me. it was so obvious that i couldn't help it but like it. the day he confessed to me, i couldn't reject him. he was so cute. and that was the problem, he was too cute. he was always stuttering and blushing around me, always being clingy, always calling me names like "butterfly cake" and stuff. he was being annoying. the day i decided it was enough, it was enough. i broke up with him, and honestly i think he cried. i'm the type of girl who needs someone strong, someone confident and that can take care of me. not some crybaby.

  ♯ ONE › My Date

5:53 PM

Kyoka and Momo are my friends since high school. I love them, they are the sisters I've never had. And they were always at my house on weekends. It has been now 5 years since I broke up with Izuku and I've been flirting with Katsuki for now—

MOMO –––  ❝  YOU'VE BEEN WHAT?  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Girl, tell me you're joking..  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Let me finish! Damn.. So I was saying, I've been flirting with Katsuki for now two weeks and he asked me out on a date.  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Katsuki like the Bakugo?!  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Yeah, who else?  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  Isn't he like, friend with your ex?? ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  C'mon, they literally hate each other.  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Girl, you gotta be careful. ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Why? You think I'll fall in live with him? Kyoka, it's Katsuki we're talking about..  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Ok and?  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Who can fall in love with Katsuki?  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  You definitely can.  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  I won't, don't say shit like that. ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Anyways, when is the date?  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  He will pick me up at 8 tonight.  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  EIGHT?!  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Is he planning on sleeping with you or something??  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Y'all doing too much, it's fine. What should I wear?  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  We're gonna make you dead*ss gorgeous.  ❞

They both rushed to my bedroom, looking for my prettiest clothes and leaving a mess behind them.

MOMO –––  ❝  Girl, wear this. This will be your fit.  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  I didn't even know I had a dress this short. ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  What?? A dress? No way, he's gonna look at your legs. ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  That's the point, sweetie. We must show him who he's flirting with. Not some random girl, a girl with great legs.  ❞

I rolled my eyes, smiling from the compliment.

AMARA –––  ❝  I'm not shaved, I'll just wear my flare jeans with a white top.  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  WHAT?! Ama' what are you trying to do with Katsuki?  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  Shaved like.. your punana ?  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Nooo!! I meant my legs!! My legs!  ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  It's okay, we'll find something.  ❞

7:25 PM

After a nice shower, i come out with the clothes Momo picked. A black long dress, tight against my body, strapless with a see-through waist area in a lacy fabric. I wore my hair down, my usual silver necklace, a full face of makeuo and at the bottom simple and comfortable heels.

KYOKA –––  ❝  Oh my, Momo you got great tastes.  ❞

MOMO –––  ❝  Girl, you’re so gorgeous!  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Thankss! ❞

KYOKA –––  ❝  You look stunning! Now go, you can't be late. ❞

I hugged them both goodbye and went to the meet spot Bakugo told me.

I was feeling so nervous. I hadn't been on a date for ages. The stress made me sweat and it made me stressing more, what if I smell bad? I was in front of an arcade bar. Before entering and meeting him, I showered myself with my favourite perfume and I accidentally put too much.

I entered, heart thumping against my chest and I say with a weak voice :

AMARA –––  ❝  Hello?  ❞

It was empty until I hear laughs coming from far away. I followed the sound and went into a billard room. I saw three boys playing and Katsuki standing, drinking his beer.  Wait, why are they 4 ?

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Oh you're there. ❞

DENKI –––  ❝  Heya sweetie.  ❞

HANTA –––  ❝  Dang, she made herself pretty for you.  ❞

And the black-haired boy chuckle like he was mocking me.  Well, this sure sounds like a joke.

EIJIROU –––  ❝  Hey, Katsuki don't tell me you told her it was a date? ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Huh?  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  It's a date, what are you talking about? ❞

HANTA –––  ❝  Ayee, you're stupid. ❞

DENKI –––  ❝  You're supposed to be alone with her if it's a date. ❞

HANTA –––  ❝  Guess he's too shy. ❞

EIJIROU –––  ❝  Hahaha!  ❞

What the hell was happening? Katsuki doesn't know what a date is? At his big age..

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Shut up Hanta, if I gotta be alone with her then get the f*ck outta here.  ❞

DENKI –––  ❝  Yeah no, I don't think that'll be possible. ❞

HANTA –––  ❝  You want us to leave, princess?  ❞

My face automatically crisps, cringing in embarrassment for this stranger that thinks he has the right to call me whatever he'd like.

AMARA –––  ❝  'princess' ? Who do you think you are?  ❞

DENKI –––  ❝  Hahaha! I like her.  ❞

HANTA –––  ❝  Now I get why Katsuki likes you, you're just as annoying as him. ❞

I just rolled my eyes at him.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I won't say it again, get the f*ck out. ❞

EIJIROU –––  ❝  Woah, we don't deserve that violence brother. ❞

One by one, they left the room leaving me alone with the blondie.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Sorry, I don't really know how a date works. ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  You've never watched a romantic movie or what? Just say you got shy.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I don't watch that shit. Shy? Me? Never, and less around you.  ❞

He said with a smirk, dangerously walking toward me. He stopped himself right in front of me and grab me by the waist. I naturally put my hands behind his neck.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  You're the one who is always flustered. ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  I'm not.  ❞

I answered with confidence, keeping a smile on my face. I see him biting his lip and analysing all the expressions I make.

AMARA –––  ❝  Let's go watch a romantic movie. I'll show you how you gotta behave. ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Only if you're paying. ❞

I laughed, knowing he was joking. I mean, hoping..

AMARA –––  ❝  You b*stard.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I'm joking, dumb*ss. I'll pay anything you want. ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Just remove the 'dumb*ss' and you're almost romantic. ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Yuck.  ❞

We both laughed before heading to the cinema. I thought it was cute how he wanted us to have a date with his friends, almost like I was his first girl. I mean, he had Ochako but their relationship was something else. Lust and toxicity, greetings and farewells with their bodies. Each time they spoke to each other, they were either arguing or fucking, I wouldn't even consider Ochaco as his ex girlfriend, they didn't love each other.

But anyways, I'm not even Katsuki's girlfriend and I'll never be. If you asked me why, I would just answer "Because it's Katsuki".

Back to our date, we heard applauses as the movie ended. As the lights comes back on, I felt his gaze on me.

AMARA –––  ❝  Weren't you watching the movie ? ❞

I say with an idiotic smile. Why did I even smile.. I just know my face looked weird at that moment.  Apparently, it didn't stop him from smiling back, smirking if I wanna be precise. I could never say that Katsuki's smile is innocent, or adorable. It's freaking intoxicating and it's making me nervous.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  That face of yours is a lot more interesting that some stupid people being dramatic. ❞

His eyes never left mine, he was staring into my soul. Just like he was trying to break that thin wall we had before sleeping together, but he won't. He can't. I can't.

AMARA –––  ❝  Not dramatic, romantic Katsuki.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Ye, that's the same stuff.  Anyways, let's get outta here.  ❞

He said while getting up. I also got up and he followed me, from quite far — I'd say, to have a better view.

As we got out of the cinema, I looked at him and spoke again. Yeah, I can't keep quiet.

AMARA –––  ❝  Have you understood what a real gentleman is? ❞

He chuckles.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Nah, and I don't think I ever will.  ❞

Katsuki gets closer to me, gluing his hands on my hips. I bet he could feel those hip dips, as he was gripping quite tight.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I like myself better like this, don't you?  ❞

He lowered his voice as he leaned in, staring deeper into my eyes. I simply raised my brows then answered him :

AMARA –––  ❝  I don't. ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  You don't, huh?  ❞

He steps back, acknowledging my personal space.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  What'd you like then?  ❞

I thought for a minute, was he asking me about my type?

AMARA –––  ❝  Well uh.. I like myself a romantic man, that knows how to behave. I don't like crybabies that needs to be taken care of. I'm too young to be a mom yet, you know? ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Nah, just old enough for me to make you a mommy.  ❞

He said with that same smirk, feeling so impatient to see my reaction. My eyes just widened as my brain was taking the information.

AMARA –––  ❝  Yeah no, that's definitely not romantic.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Haha.. relax Ama', I was kidding.  ❞

I felt my heart jump off a bridge when he called me by my nickname. That was so damn sexy, I should calm down before I make a mistake.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Wanna see me being romantic? Watch.  ❞

I saw his hand wanting to get rest on my cheek, his body making a smooth move toward me and his lips getting dangerously close to mine. No, he didn't. Katsuki freaking Bakugo tried to kiss me that instant?

AMARA –––  ❝  Hey, hey.. what the f*ck?  ❞

I stepped back with a confused face, almost disgusted.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  What? The guy in the movie didn't ask before kissing his girl.  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  Katsuki, I'm not your girl.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Not yet, baby.  ❞

AMARA –––  ❝  What the?.. Listen, don't waste your time and money on me, I won't ever be your girl.  ❞

He sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I know the shit you heard about me scares you Ama'. The stuff I done to Ochako. ❞

He was right. I crossed my arms, listening to him. He was known for fucking around then throwing away. That's not my type at all.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Listen to me, I've never done anything like that before. Not even with her. Dates, romantic stuff. I dunno nothing about these. ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I'm making an effort for you, I'm doing this for you, cause I wanna be good enough for you Amara.  ❞

I listened carefully, his beautiful words sounded like honey to my ears. He stepped closer as he stared at me intensely. My eyes mirroring his deep gaze, he never looked so serious before. I saw sincerity.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  I don't wanna have you for a night, I wanna have you every single night of my life.  ❞

I couldn't help but smile. Was I hearing right? That guy wants me so bad. Can't blame him tho.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Don't make fun of me, you dumb*ss.  ❞

As I saw that he was getting embarrassed and shy, I couldn't hold my laughter. It was so weird to see that type of guy, getting shy.

He smiled as he heard my laugh, looking at me with his oh-so-persistent eyes.

AMARA –––  ❝  That was cute. I'm sorry but you'll have to show me how serious you are about this.  ❞

KATSUKI –––  ❝  Don't you worry Ama', I'm gonna give you the world, it's a promise.  ❞

I giggled, feeling flustered now and looking at my feet. That was such an embarrassing thing to do, I won't ever do that again.

KATSUKI –––  ❝  C'mon, let's go princess. Lemme drive you home.  ❞

I followed him to his car. Overthinking bout the bullshit he just told me. Y'all think imma believe some playboy's promises? Pff, I'm just needing a distraction this summer.

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by typhea, 2023 ♡

⟢ ﹒ midoriya izuku x blasian oc [short fic] — years later, she regrets breaking up with him in high school.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : all characters were originally made by horikoshi kohei, their appearances and personalities might differ from their original design, only amara yuren is fully created by me! quirks, heroes and villains are not mentioned in the story.

if some ships surprise you, it’s because of the personality change that it can be possible but i do not support the ship outside of my story :>

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 warnings : coarse vocabulary, angst, alcohol, drugs, and smut content.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 playlist

do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys

sweet release - kevin ross

y.d.l.r - tory lanez

one of the girls - the weeknd, JENNIE, lily-rose depp

stargirl interlude - the weeknd, lana del rey

tell me the truth - two feet

swim - chase atlantic

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 characters

──﹐ amara yuren ︵ “him? ew.”

⤷ 21 years old ,, deku's ex ,, kyoka & momo's bsf

──﹐ yaoyorozu momo ︵ “you’re so gorgeous!”

⤷ 21 years old ,, kyoka & amara's bsf

──﹐ jirou kyoka ︵ “girl, you’re too pretty to give a fuck.”

⤷ 22 years old ,, amara & momo's bsf

──﹐ midoriya izuku ︵ “missed me, honey?”

⤷ 21 years old ,, amara’s ex ,, shoto & tenya's bsf

──﹐ todoroki shoto ︵ “i can tell you’re lying.”

⤷ 21 years old ,, deku & tenya's bsf

──﹐ kaminari denki ︵ “damn, you’re so fine ma.”

⤷ 20 years old ,, katsuki, eijirou & hanta's bsf

──﹐ uraraka ochako ︵ “i can’t stand her.”

⤷ 21 years old ,, katsuki’s ex ,, setsuna’s bsf

──﹐ bakugo katsuki ︵ “i’m better than him.”

⤷ 21 years old ,, ochako’s ex ,, denki, eijirou & hanta's bsf

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary

CHAPTER I — my date

CHAPTER II — my ex

more soon! thanks for reading darling ♡

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we NEED to be filthier yall, hardcore content coming up 🙏

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Brat tamer! Tobio🙏🙏

⌗ ⋮ 🌸、　KAGEYAMA TOBIO + BRAT TAMER

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 featuring : kageyama tobio! ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw content under the cut!! mdni ,, bondage, spankin, orgasm denial, edging, countdown, sub!reader, dom!tobio, light degradation — ‘slut’ , praise — ‘good girl’ ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : taking his punishment ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : sorry this is kinda late, tried my best! tysm for ur req ♡ all characters are 18+!!

tobio is good with his hands, volleyball got him training from his wrists to the very tip of his fingers. you always watched how hard he hit the ball each time, now you felt it. slap. it hurts and stings, your naked butt is all red. you’re bent over his lap, wrists and ankles tied to limit your movements. “keep counting, loud and clear or we’re starting over.” he says firmly, your poor butt already feeling like it got a hundred spanks. “tobio, i can’t anymore-” he cups your asscheek in his large hands caressing where he slapped seconds ago. he can’t lie, he loves his baby, he kinda pitied your miserable state. “are you going to behave, love?” he speaks in a low voice, squeezing your abused butt in his hand. “yes..” you breathe out. he slaps your ass one last time. “now, that’s a good girl. can you arch for me, baby?” you do what he asks so nicely. you feel his thumb rubbing your wet slit, making him chuckle. “you actually enjoyed this? you never stop being an hungry slut, do you?” all you could reply were horny whimpers and whines, pushing your hips up on his hand. “greedy.” he gropes your butt with his other hand, spreading you to access your intimacy better. his thumb was fast on your clit, making your breath ragged and your mouth water. “i’m gonna stop in 5 seconds baby, you better come before then ‘cause i won’t give you any more for tonight.” he declares more than serious, speeding up the pace getting pornographic moans out of you. “..three, two, one..” you were so close when he abruptly pulled away his hand, keeping you on the edge. he chuckles realising you were about to finish. “poor baby..”

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⌗ ⋮ 🌸、　HAIKYUU BOYS + ‘YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS’ PT.2

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 featuring : kuroo tetsuro, tsukishima kei, sugawara koushi, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw content! , smut n fluff, sub!reader, f!reader, choking, extroverted!reader, nerdy!reader, consent checks ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : ship dynamics ♡

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : all characters are aged up to 18+ ♡

──﹐ KUROO TETSURO

⤷ small n smart x big n dumb

always there when you’re studying, to distract you.

“c’mon close that book, i know you’re starving”

sometimes acts like he doesn’t know anything just to listen to you yap about the topic.

loves to tease and annoy you.

use his body to study anatomy, since his muscles are pretty much distinguishable.

secretly loves when you lecture him because he doesn’t takes his studies seriously.

living reminder to go easy on yourself and take a break.

but when you’re stressed out about grades, he’s always there to relax you. sat against the headboard of the bed, you between his legs, yours spred, your back on his chest — taking his gentle strokes on your clit, ‘that’s it princess, breath slowly..’

──﹐ TSUKISHIMA KEI

⤷ clumsy x careful

little details are important to him, your seatbelt, your scarf, drinking water — he don’t play.

always extremely attentive to what you say or do, about you and people around you.

prudent and provident, he’s a “just in case” type of guy.

“did you eat lunch today? i didn’t receive a pic.”

bit jealous too, suddenly careless when it comes to defending you.

chooses his words wisely around you, he dont want to curse around you and tries but fails to not scold you.

keeps an eye on you even when you don’t know.

analysing your face expression when he’s inside you. eyes fixated on you, red cheeks, and lips parted. this focused gaze looks amazing on him. constently checking you while destroying you. ‘you okay?’

──﹐ SUGAWARA KOUSHI

⤷ mom x dad

lazy cuddles feeling like sunday everyday.

people ask you for relationship advice since yours is their model.

your house is the group hangout, they caught you together many times.

like an uncle to your nephews and nieces.

he’s alot nicer to you but you will still be a victim of his teasing.

“my grumpy beautiful woman just woke up looking like she fought bears.” he’ll say this with the softest kiss on you forehead.

you scold his friends just like him now.

calls you his ‘wife’ since day one.

but when you two are baking for the group, the flour is everywhere, you’re bent over the kitchen counter and his hips clap against your reddened cheeks. ‘now the cookies are made with love.’

──﹐ MIYA ATSUMU

⤷ goddess x obsessed

worships the ground you walk on, even if you don’t care.

constantly thinks about you ; “i should buy her [this], she would like a [stuff]”

mysteriously knows your taste better than you do.

flirty mf, will shower you with pick-up lines and has amazing seductive comebacks.

you try to act indifferent and uninterested but fail most of the time.

president of praises, knows the right words.

wants to annoy you until you fall for him.

drunk at his house venting? he’s the best listener.

knows your body like nobody and convinced no one can fuck you like he does. he knows his dick keeps you tied to him. he got you moaning it multiple times, how good he is and that he’s the best ; ‘shh baby, i know.’

──﹐ AKAASHI KEIJI

⤷ loud x quiet

“you never get tired, do you?”

introverted, so during introductions between your friends and him it didn’t go as planned.

listens to you yap for hours and remember everything like he’s been recording you.

doesn’t mind your loudness, just because it’s you but kisses you to shut you up.

silent gestures of affection, gifts and touches.

only comfortable around you, but he trusts people you trust.

your laugh makes him laugh everytime.

he’s anything but quiet when you’re bouncing on his lap. your soft hands wrapped around his neck, his lips parted letting out pretty sounds and his veiny hands shamelessly gripping your bottom. ‘fuckk, dont stop.’

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Call me a slut but audios where men are grunting and moaning and you can hear them jerking off are better than porn videos

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rating the best pussy eaters coming soon hehehe

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bunny bimbo. tengen uzui.

warnings … fem!reader, bimbo!reader, pet name usage <bunny, baby>, finger sucking, hair pulling, size difference, dilf!tengen, tengen is in his thirties while reader is twenty, outside sex, truck sex, rough play, voyeur, breeding, black coded, filming w/o consent, camgirl!reader.

mocha’s note … saw someone with this truck the other day and couldn’t get it out my head. i love men who drive nice ass vehicles. wanna be fucked in a pickup truck. *pouts*

“hi, mister! i was wondering if you’d let me wash your car for my college’s charity event.”

to be honest, tengen wasn’t oblivious to your clear intentions. you came knocking on his pristine white door with a cheery smile on your doll face as you swayed side to side in your revealing attire. he’s well aware it’s nearly seventy degrees out, but for you to be wearing high waisted black spandex that had the bottom of your ass hanging out, along with a tight strapped hot pink top that sat just at your ribs was kind of overdoing it. holding your bucket with a yellow sponge inside, bouncing on your tip toes in your black and white converses when you see how attractive the man is, thinking you definitely scored.

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um yes 🎀

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✮﹒🌺﹐MIDORIYA IZUKU + ‘MINE, HM? ALL MINE.’

﹐♡﹒featuring : midoriya izukuuu ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : nsfw content below the cut // mdni , fem!reader, jealousy sex, drunk sex (both are drunk), reader is an attention seeker, brat-taming, heavy degradation??, choking, spanking, hickeys, ruined orgasm, mean!izuku, breeding, literally my first nsfw work 😭 ♡    

﹐♡﹒summary : him being a jealous and possessive little guy ♡

your husband is a busy man. he leaves early in the morning and comes back late in the night. you could barely see him in a week. you were left alone all day, thinking about him, craving his touch and affection. izuku was addicting, and it was clear that you wasn’t getting enough of him.

when he came back home, you had hope he could cuddle with you, watch a little movie or even eat dinner with you, but he was always too tired. your texts from him was full of ‘i’ll be home late don’t wait for me’ or ‘i’ll miss dinner tonight’. you were honestly fed up.

but this evening, you wanted things to change. mina organised a little party between old yuei students, izuku was obviously going to see his classmates again and see how they grew. you were going with him, and you had so many plans for the night.

the clock showed 7:15 PM, you were getting ready in the bathroom putting your make-up on. you wore a tight red dress that would embrace your shapes beautifully. you felt so pretty.

“darling, we have to go.” his tone was so cold and tired, almost broke your heart. but oh, was he handsome. seeing him would make you clench your thighs instantly, whatever he did to you, it was so bad.

you just nodded and followed him to the car. and of course, all the way to ashido’s house was made in silence. if it wasn’t that muffled and slow song from the strokes.

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the party had now begun 1 hour ago, your husband was slowly drinking and chatting with tenya, glancing at you few times. but there was the entertainment — denki was telling several jokes and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. the way you looked at the blondie smiling and waiting for the next joke, he saw it. you felt his gaze on you and you loved every second of it. you started getting touchy with denki, his hair, his arms, his shoulders. each touch very slight but so noticeable.

denki tried to spice up things and asked “hey y/n, wanna play something fun?”. your husband perfectly heard what he said, he was glaring at you two with his dark green eyes. his stare would make you giggle, but you were still staring at denki. as izuku picked up the pace of drinking shots, he looked carefully at you, rage filling his body. the veins on his arms and hands were about to pop, as he bit his lower lip to calm down.

let’s be honest, your goal was to piss him off. i mean, why would he care if you flirted a little with another man, since he doesn’t give you the attention you need? so, with joy you agreed playing denki’s game. whatever alcohol game it was, you weren’t really paying attention but 5 shots were in front of you. you just knew what you had to do, drink as fast as you could. you took all the five shots in 10 seconds and everyone applauded as you drank it all. everyone except ur husband.

mina did the same, denki, hanta and ochaco tried but failed. it was your turn again with 6 shots, then you added 7 shots and you reached your limit. you couldn’t drink anymore as you felt your legs shaking, and your vision being blurry. you walked towards izuku who already stood up to leave.

“wait!.. izuuu” you ran after him as he got into the car. you did the same and you could see that he was really, upset. he didn’t even looked at you once. you could tell he was drunk too, with how red his cheeks was, how messy his hair was and that look in his eyes would make you regret how you acted.

he started the car, and turned off the music. he started driving fast, a little too fast. you hated going fast in cars, and he knew how much.

“izu, slow down.. you know i hate when you drive fast” he didn’t listen to you. “i..- i think you drank a bit more than me, wouldn’t it be better if i drive?” you asked, literally scared for your life.

“you don’t trust me, honey?” as soon as he talked , it ran shivers down your spine. his low and husky voice made you flustered, if it wasn’t the alcohol driving you insane. “i do izu, i trust you.”

few minutes passed and he spoke again, “had fun?” tightening his grip on the wheel, letting you see his veins. “yeah, you didn’t?” “y/n. don’t take me for an idiot, you know what i’m talking about. did you had fun acting like a fucking slut?”

drunk izuku was far, far again so far from the usual izuku. you played a dangerous game, making him upset. “i’m talking to you, y/n.” he said again, his breath being slightly heavy. “w..what do you mean?” you wanted to disappear suddenly. he chuckled, a nervous laugh. “i saw you with denki, it’s been few days since we haven’t done anything so now you’re looking for other mans? my wife’s being slutty now huh?” he grinned, as he saw you flustered and squeezing your thighs together. you could search for an hour or more for a reply to that but you wouldn’t find one.

“you really want to shame me mh? you want that on the news, don’t you? deku’s wife being a bitch in heat.” he tsk and shook his head in disappointment, “n-no..” you mumbled, you hated yourself from stuttering at this moment. he was being so vulgar, it wasn’t like him. but something in your lower tummy was screaming for more.

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you both arrived at your house and left the car. you struggled to walk straight. izuku closed the door of the house as he entered last. he looked at you with a serious face, his eyebrows down and his eyes almost opened. you wouldn’t dare to move. he walked towards slowly. each step of his made your heart jump. when he arrived in front of you, it was like he took all the breath you had away. you started panting slightly. he grabbed your chin and leaned closer to your face, as if he would give you a kiss but he stopped when he judged he was too close.

“do i need, to remind you who you belong to?” he slowly whispered, you could feel his breath on your lips. he was driving you insane, you needed him. you nodded shamelessly. he slightly smirked. his hand before on your chin, went down your neck and squeezed it.

a wondering if you deserve a kiss right now, honey.” he was smiling at you struggling to breathe, that was his favourite view and obviously yours too. “please?” oh girl, you were down bad. he giggled, his innocent and friendly laugh was now sounding like mocking. “nah, you’re not getting a kiss. i only kiss my wife, not bratty little sluts like you, understood?” he whispered in your ear as he let go of the grip on your neck. “i wanna hear you, y/n.” he commanded, “yes deku..” you replied in low voice. “that’s it, baby. against the wall and turn around, let me see the pussy you wanted to give denki.”

you did as he told you, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard a hint of jealousy in his voice. “you think it’s funny mh? making me upset, you like it when i’m mad at you, don’t you?” he grabs you by the waist and pushed down so you could arch your back. he lifted your dress and caressed softly your ass cheek and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

“you wore that tight fucking dress to drive me insane mh? tell me you wanted this to happen, you wanted me to get mad at you and treat you like a slut.” he said against your shoulder, leaving a hickey on it. “i .. i wanted you to get mad-..” “louder.” he slapped your ass cheek, so hard you almost screamed. “fuck izu.. i wanted this to happen! i wanted you to fuck me like you used to..” you admitted, or maybe the alcohol made you admit it. “then if you wanted me fuck you like a whore you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to make me so fucking mad y/n.” he whispered in your ear, bruising your hip with his grip.

you heard his belt coming off, his zipper going down and the fabric of his pants brushing against his thighs. his pants were going down as he freed his cock. he pushing your panties to the side. “soaking wet, aren’t you? who made you this wet, baby? tell me.” he asked, drawing circles on your clit with his middle finger. your whimpers and the wet sounds of your cunt were quick to fill the room. “y-you did!you made me this wet izu..-” “aw really angel? you want me to do something about it?” he questioned rhetorically, you quickly replied “y-yes! izu please..”.

“tell me who’s cock do you want inside you, y/n.” he tapped his hard cock against your pussy few times and teased your folds. “yours! i want your cock, izu.. please please..” you begged, as you pushed yourself on his dick to put it in. he chuckled, “fine, since you asked so nicely.”

he slowly goes inside and make you moan his name. it sounds like sweet music to his ears. he goes deep, so deep you could literally feel him. he started fucking you, and he kept his promise. he was fucking you like a slut. deep and hard strokes, the noises of your ass clapping against him was so loud in the corridors. he grabbed your waist tightly and went feral. izuku has always been vocal in bed, but drunk izuku was worst — or better — he was shameless.

izuku reminded you how much stronger he was than you with each thrust. “who’s the one who makes you feel this good, baby? who else can fuck you this good ? .. f-fuck.. you’re so tight y/n.” he tells you, going faster. “a-ah! only you.. c-can make me feel this good..! izu.. ‘m so close.. don’t stop please..” he chuckled then slowed down, fucking you with his tip only. “it’s cute thinking that brats like you deserves to cum. i’m not making you cum tonight, not even once you hear me?” you whined as you heard him, you were so desperate you just did whatever you could “i’m..- i’m so-sorry izu.. i’m sorry please! please i need to.. i need to cum..” you were out of breath, your legs were shaking like crazy and your clit twitching literally talking in morse codes.

“you’re gonna.. ah.. you’re gonna behave like a slut again? you’re gonna make me upset again, princess?” he asked, still thrusting into with his tip only, leaving you frustrated. “no izuku! i won’t, i-i’ll be good i promise!” you almost shouted, bringing your ass back so you could take him all the way inside. “nuh-huh baby, if you wanna cum that’s how you’re going to cum. on my tip, slowly.. just like that.. don’t you dare moving an inch y/n.”

like the good girl you wanted to be, you just arched your back and took his tip. tears of frustration ran down your cheeks. you were on the edge, so close. without realising, your eyes went shut when your ruined orgasm came into your body. you moaned quietly, “that’s it y/n, that’s how little brats gets off. you did so good.. but i’m still a little.. mad at you.”

right after you came, he pounded your pussy even harder than before. he was back at fucking you hard like a whore. “ah! deku.. it-it’s too muchh..” your words fell on deaf ears, he didn’t care at all. he even grabbed and pulled your hair fucking himself deeper into you. you couldn’t think straight, you were his brain dead little girl.

“i’m gonna fill you up, my love..” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear it. once again, he kept his promise. you felt him filling you up deep inside with his semen. “fuckk baby.. you’re mine, hm? all mine.” “yes deku” ♡

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEKUUU 🤭

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