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Some of your close friends would make jokes about how you ‘owned’ him, and it always made you laugh considering how things actually started between you and him.
The moment you met him you could see through that bitter exterior, he's just a wild cat that needed some training.
It gave you a rush every single time you got to establish your dominance over him no matter how many times you’ve done it.
He’d complain about it but he would always let you do as you pleased.
And, he didn’t really have a way to retaliate in a way that mattered anyways.
Just for fun you’d pin him up against a wall in front of his friends.
He’d snarl, maybe even growl, but you knew full well he’d submit.
There was something so addicting to making Bakugou look weaker than he really is around others, it had a lot to do with how a pro hero would let you do that.
Occasionally you really did think about getting him a collar, but you did care about his image as a professional, so you gave him some slack and kept that idea in the back of your mind.
In your opinion, being around him during his heats was where the real fun began.
That was when he would be at his most ornery and entertaining.
Right now you have him against the wall in your room, your hands wandering along the expanse of his naked sides while your entirely dressed front keeps him in place.
“You take so damn long! Just do something already!”, he demands with an air of arrogance, ass grinding over your hard on, “Stop wasting my time, I can just-!”
You seriously dislike that tone, not letting him finish sassing you, taking a handful of his hair to yank back, shutting him up immediately.
“Don’t forget who you’re with omega,” you curl your upper lip to bare your teeth, licking over the bite mark on his shoulder that you left some years ago just to emphasize your point, pupils dilating at the sound of him whimpering quietly, “keep running that mouth and I’ll just fuck that instead.”
As you graze your teeth on his neck you let go of his hair in favor of shoving your hand between him and the wall, avoiding his cock and going right for his pussy, two fingers running along his slit.
“You’re absolutely soaked for me babe, are you really gonna be happy without my fat cock?”
He shivers and widens his stance, making you chuckle at how blatantly needy he can be in spite of his tendencies to pretend otherwise.
You decide to give him a small break since he’s about two days off his heat, kissing at his jaw as you use your other hand to gently grasp his cock, not surprised at the pre dripping off him.
It’s easy to work him up by drawing circles around his clit while giving a lazy hand job, shallowly humping him to get some friction.
As much as you’d like to ignore it, all his pretty noises do their job to make you just as wanting.
You’d been thinking about him a lot today, so to come home and see him jerking himself off had your alpha instincts up to a ten.
Without so much as a ‘hello’ you got him off the bed and into the position he’s in now.
The room smells like him, and still you can’t get enough, taking it in right from the source.
He must’ve been close when you caught him because he’s nearly shaking under you, thrusting up into your hands with the side of his face pressed against the wall.
You watch as his eyes screw shut, mouth left open as he gets progressively louder, grabbing at one of your forearms tensely.
“Do you want it?”, you ask with a firm tug to his cock, delighting in the lust drenched ‘yes!’ it earns.
Without a second spared you use the hand that had been attending to his clit to undo your pants and shove them down, cock slapping up into his cunt.
You’d planned on some edging but to feel the sheer heat coming off him has you bucking forward into nothing.
Teasingly you bite at the opposite side of his neck, grabbing his hips to still him while you press the head of your cock into his entrance.
A growl vibrates out of your chest as you ease yourself into him, his pussy so wet that you barely feel any resistance.
His velvety insides squeeze around you so nicely that you have to remind yourself to not actually break the skin with your bites, resting your forehead on the back of his head just to be safe.
He puts his hands on yours, arching his back fully to force you in quicker, mewling beautifully at the familiar stretch.
Knowing what he wants, you begin fucking him.
Not gentle, no slow starts, the aim is to make his eyes roll into his skull.
Your grip on him is used to bring him into your thrusts at an angle that’s proven to make his knees fail, rewarded by him whining like an omega should.
Despite not wanting to hurt him, you do want to act on your own urges, nipping at his shoulder while licking over where his scent is strongest.
A glance at his face reveals that he’s drooling with his eyes half lidded, fully enjoying being at your mercy, handsome face tinged pink.
The sight does make you roughly slam into him a few times, hooking an arm around his chest so you can have space to freely stroke his neglected cock.
He throbs in your hand, desperately holding your wrist in a silent plea to go even faster.
You oblige, if only for his cunt to constrict tenfold around you.
For the sake of your stamina you slow down, focusing on getting him to cum first, which doesn’t take more than thirty seconds.
You’re halfway out when he finishes, bucking backwards onto you as he gives an especially needy moan.
His seed paints the wall in front of him, some spilling onto your fingers.
Like you usually do if this happens you lift your hand up to his lips, allowing him to clean his own release off you.
Just for fun you shove two fingers into his mouth as you resume pounding into him.
Hearing him gag through a mewl never fails to turn you on even more, slowly pumping the digits along his tongue to keep the threat alive.
Conscious of what amount of time he needs to properly cool down, you’ve intentionally moved on way earlier than necessary.
Over-stimulation is possibly one of the biggest dominance establishing things you do with him, blood turning to fire in your veins when he begins to squirm.
He struggles to keep from biting you, teeth clenching down with careful pressure when you ghost your thumb over his clit.
You know that he knows biting you means punishment, sadistically loving the debate playing out on his face.
Each pass over the sensitive button has him writhing close to the wall in a way to subtly get the most sensitive parts of him out of range, but you don’t let up, if anything, doubling down on your efforts.
As you get closer to your own release you lose sight of toying with him and invest yourself in using his body, taking your fingers out of his mouth and locking your arms around his waist.
Now the whimpers coming from him are pitifully submissive, higher pitched and imploring you for something you won’t give him.
You give a pleased husky groan directly into his ear before teething at it, changing your rhythm to be deeper and harder rather than faster.
Being right on the edge has you growling, your omega respectfully tilting his head away from you to keep his neck exposed.
With some effort you barely resist the instinct to bite, nuzzling into him instead.
Hips stuttering before shoving into him as deeply as possible, you can't hold out any longer, legs tensing as you cum in your omega, grinding against him with every shot.
Affectionately you pepper the side of his face with kisses, pressing a few to the corner of his mouth until he tries to give you a kiss of his own, prompting you to stand up straight.
He's not as marked up as you would like, some light hickeys and teeth indents being all that's on his upper half.
You hiss a breath in while pulling out of him, the suction created by his tight pussy always providing a challenge to leave.
It is worth the brief discomfort see how pink has ass has turned, and to watch your cum steadily leak out of him, your cock already stiffening at the sight.
"I'm already getting sore, no way you're going in there again until tomorrow.", he says with authority he definitely doesn't have, attempting to stand up taller and not doing so well since you're not helping him anymore.
Hearing that does make you laugh, squeezing the left cheek of his ass to make him whimper.
Indignantly he huffs as he swats at your hand, doing nothing to keep you away.
You cage him against the wall, using your weight to immobilize him.
Mindful to not touch his clit, your middle finger curves over his slit to gather a mixture of fluids.
He’s able to keep down any noises until you rub it over the tight hole above his cunt, a whine escaping while you're gingerly pushing the digit inside to begin stretching him.
“I didn't ask and I certainly don't care, but I can respect your wishes anyways."
“D-Don’t stop!”, you call out, voice hushed by the finger you’re biting on.
As much as you want to grind against his face, you don’t think you’d be able to stand back up by yourself, his tongue rolling over your clit while he pumps two fingers into you.
You’re so close that you’re shaking, your thigh draped over his shoulder while your other leg barely keeps you from collapsing, leaning against the wall behind you for stability.
At a glance you might’ve looked slightly conspicuous, but anyone who was actually looking would obviously tell that you’re up to no good.
Completely distracted, you haven’t noticed Kaminari whatsoever, who accidentally wandered in on your activities a couple minutes ago.
He’d come for something he’d left behind earlier in the day, maybe it was a notebook or a nice pen of his.
The classroom door had opened silently, but even if it did make some noise he’s sure you wouldn’t have picked up on it.
Currently all he can focus on is the scene playing out before him.
You were facing him, whoever was between your legs had his back to him.
A mix of arousal and curiosity kept him watching, for one it made him rock hard to see your eyes clouded with want as you made all kinds of pretty noises, and he really wanted to know who was influencing you to be that way.
Your skirt was draped over their head, and the school uniform was vague to begin with, he wasn’t nearly close enough for any little details that could indicate anyone, a desk blocking out the bottom half of the person below you, so he couldn’t even tell what gender.
To be safe he’d closed the door so it was only open a crack, not wanting to get caught if you just so happen to look up.
Seeing you moan so openly makes his cock throb against the confines of his boxers.
“I-I’m!”, you can’t finish your thought before your hips roll forward and you’re forced to press your hand over your mouth to keep from being loud, still producing a whimper vulnerable enough to turn his ears red.
As you tense and press your head into the wall behind you, whoever is between your legs puts a hand up over your thigh under your skirt, keeping your legs open so you don’t suffocate them.
After a few seconds you seem to be given a moment to calm down, a small sigh of relief leaving you as you relax and correct your posture.
You open your mouth to say something but you jolt with a giggle, patting at their head through your skirt.
“That's,” again you’re cut off, thighs twitching visibly.
A less innocent bubble of giggles flows from you as you edge your hips up, making a quiet mewl as you widen your stance.
“We shouldn’t stay in here, someone’s gonna find out...”, you say with a complete lack of worry, yelping with a wide grin when a hand squeezes your ass.
“C’mon I’ve already finished two times! Aren’t you tired of this yet..?”
As you speak your words drift as your pink cheeks turn red, biting on your bottom lip to stifle yourself.
Breaking the brief silence, lewd eating noises become audible.
Kaminaris dull nails pressing into the door frame as he has to pay careful attention to avoid making any noise, painfully hard.
With a hum of approval you lift your skirt up, drawing your fingers through the very recognizable mane of green hair, lightly tugging when he does something to make you whine.
Kaminari is half shocked and half proud, completely not expecting it to be Midoriya, thinking about when he could've missed out on the information that you were with him.
Were you even actually dating? He wasn’t sure but that wasn’t worth his attention right now, tracing his palm over the outline of his hard on while he wondered if he’d get to watch him fuck you.
You liked to press his buttons, see how far you could lead him along before he snapped, and so far you’d gotten away with a lot more than you thought you would.
Though you hadn’t gotten to do things like actually edge him, you’d just grind against the bulge in his lap while you let him kiss you in the aggressive style he seemed to prefer.
Up until you got a notification on your phone anyways, then you’d abandon him to see what Toru had sent you over twitter.
He would complain quite loudly, but he never actually did anything.
But lately you noticed that his patience was wearing thin.
Though it was difficult to tell with him since that behavior wasn’t unlike his usual.
Tonight was the first time in a while you’d gotten to be alone with him and of course he decided to spend the last few hours with his tongue down your throat and his hands on your ass.
Things had progressed a decent amount, and normally at this point in the night you would ignore your phone or any outward distraction.
You’re sat on his bed and in his lap with your lips against his, your hand down his pants and pumping along his hard cock, keeping away from him just enough to have room to jerk him off.
He puts a hand on your shoulder to signal that he’s about to make you lay down, but you climb off instead, getting on your knees in front of the bed, waiting for him to come closer.
It takes him a second to process why you got up, then taking his seat at the edge of the bed, legs wide apart with a confident smirk.
At any other time you’d pause just to make an issue of how prideful he is, but you’re too horny to really care, brushing your hair out of your way before you run your hands over his inner thighs, tugging his pants down.
You lean forward and slowly draw your lips along the underside of his cock, giving a sloppy kiss to the head.
“Fuck, god just like that,” he says softly, taking a handful of your hair, meeting your eyes with a heated expression you only saw when you were on your knees for him.
As much as you want to keep basking in a rare display of him not pretending he owns you, you close your eyes and open your mouth up all the way so you can take him farther into your throat.
You’d never tell him, though you suspect he knows, but you absolutely love pleasing him like this, the familiar stretch your throat has to go through sending a rush of warmth down through your core.
He relaxes and places a hand on the bed to keep himself upright, gently directing you with subtle tugs of your hair, giving you most of the control.
Not wanting him to cum too soon, you keep slow and steady, hollowing your cheeks every time you pull up, almost whimpering whenever he bucks up into your face.
When you need to breathe you take him out of your mouth, strands of thick saliva connecting you to his cock, which you break by licking a stripe over the upper half.
You don’t care if you make a mess of yourself, panting lightly while you lavish the head with small licks, trailing your fingertips over his balls just to feel the way his legs tense.
“Shit, you keep this up and I’m just gonna paint your face right now babe.” he says with no joking intent, hissing a breath through his teeth when you hum affirmatively, lips pressed to the space just below the head of his cock.
It is tempting to let him do so, but you want more from him so you put that idea away for a rainy day.
You pass one last swipe over his slit before you sink your mouth back down onto him, gagging when he forces you down all the way immediately.
Confident that you enjoy it, he begins to use you for what he wants, carefully timing the intervals between your nose being smushed against his pelvis.
A whimper slips from you, way louder than you anticipated.
He chuckles at the sound, yanking you off of him to manhandle you, getting you off the floor and onto the bed within a second.
It’s very disorientating for you, but you’re occupied with the way he’s pressing open mouthed kisses along the expanse of your exposed neck, hands sliding under your shirt and over your sides.
“Katsuki, please,” you hotly whine for him, fumbling with the hem of your shorts, uncoordinated and failing until he does you a favor and pulls them off for you.
He’s as rough with that as he is with everything else, forcing your legs to part before shoving your shirt up over your chest, pausing in admiration before he leans down to tease a bite at the underside of your left breast.
The way you quietly yelp only adds to the growing tension in the air, worsened when he runs his tongue over your nipple, suckling at the pert bud with the amount of pressure necessary to make your toes curl as you weave your fingers through his hair.
You let out another whimper, his cock bobbing in response, briefly connecting with your cunt.
All this buildup has gotten you soaking wet, his brutish way of undressing you leaving him blind to just how badly you’d been wanting up until now.
It makes him shudder to feel the sheer heat radiating off of you, reflexively humping forward into nothing.
He turns his attention to your jaw, trailing kisses over the area as he reaches down to take his cock and run the tip over your lower lips, both of you making equally needy noises at the sensation.
Your clit pulses when he passes it, bucking your hips up in the hopes he’ll do it again.
Instead he lets go of himself in favor of letting the pad of his thumb swipe over the bundle of nerves, slowly circling it with the digit.
That has you melting into the bed, mewling as you clutch at his shoulders.
“Good, s-so good,” you speak at a barely audible level, “I love it when you touch me,”
His ego takes a huge boost from that, if he could get harder he would.
For his own comfort he takes a second to tear his shirt off, throwing it in a random direction.
Careful to avoid shoving it in all at once, he’s mindful to tease the tip of his cock at your entrance despite how his body claims to slam in.
Once before he shoved it all in like a caveman, to which you had a very poor reaction.
You reward him with a sweet coo, pulling him in close so you can kiss him properly, knowing you’ve got him plenty distracted when he forgets to continue pushing inside you, more focused on the way your tongue feels against his own.
The moment comes to a grinding halt when your phone chimes with a message notification.
There’s a tense few seconds that pass, him passively breaking the kiss to assess how you’re reacting, then glaring when you instantly turn your head to look towards your shorts, which are only a foot and a half away, the device in one of its pockets.
“Don’t. Check that fuckin’ thing later. More important shit to do right now, namely me.”
His harsh voice doesn’t threaten you as much as it used to when you first started dating, the wording making you giggle more than anything.
To try and draw you back in he swipes his tip over your slit, nipping at the underside of your jaw.
“I know you want it, just a second ago you were practically begging me sweetheart.”
You hate the way your pink dusted cheeks begin to turn red at his use of pet names, having always had such a weakness for him using them since he rarely did.
Still, you reach out to attempt to grab your shorts.
“Baby, darling,” he continues as he begins to ease into you, his voice lowering and taking a huskier tone when your tight velvet like insides tug him further in, “honey, fuck you’re so tight bunny,”
“I… I shouldn’t ignore that, what if it’s an emergency? I can just ch-check!”
You lose track of your thought when he lets go of his self control and snaps his hips forwards, a sharp slap of skin on skin sounding.
Determined to have your way, you piece your mind together while he takes a second to recover, probably steel himself to last longer just to spite you.
“It’ll be just a moment, can’t you wait a moment? You don’t even have to move if you don’t want.”
His teeth tease what is nearly an actual bite at the junction of your neck and shoulder to quiet you.
“Nah, I wanna move.”
Without another moment to spare he pulls away and thrusts back in deep, refusing to start out anywhere below a pace that makes your entire body tense.
Reflexively you cry out once you have enough air in your lungs, blunt nails pressing into his biceps as you hold onto them, the only option you have being to take it, but still not giving up just yet.
“Please, pre-pretty, please, g-god katsuki please,”
He takes that as praise despite knowing your intentions, refusing to kiss your lips if only to properly hear all you’ve got to say, delighted by your weak struggling, excited to know that he’s finally got a solution to when you want to tease and run.
All he had to do was hold you down and fuck you. Simple, he doesn’t mind that plan.
As the haze of lust settles on his brain he loses the snarky attitude, resting his forehead against the side of your head, groans and wayward sighs being let loose right into your ear, which in turn has you tightening your cunt around him and giving your own little noises.
Your phone goes off again, and you barely register that it even made a sound, turning your head towards it.
It’s ringing, a call from Toru most likely.
Weakly you reach for your shorts, thankfully Bakugou is too busy smothering his face into the crook of your neck to notice.
Before you can properly fish the device out of the pocket, he quickens his thrusts considerably, giving a soft sigh of your name.
Your legs reflexively clutch around him, hooking your ankles over his back as you roll your hips upwards.
Suddenly it all becomes too much, shivering as you climax around him, desperately moaning for him, muffled once you bite onto your lower lip.
Even if he did want to slow down he can’t, the way you’re constricting around him with your wet leaking everywhere and making such needy noises is more than enough to push him over his own edge.
He doesn’t bother with asking, just getting rougher with you automatically as he follows his instincts.
The rush of over stimulation has you squirming and whimpering while you shudder repeatedly, gingerly pushing at his shoulders in a meek attempt to make him stop.
Fortunately it doesn’t last for very long, his thrusts becoming uneven as he stutters out a drawn out groan, pressing messy kisses along your neck as he cums into you, shallowly humping into you until he’s entirely spent.
Much like he usually does after fucking you, he’s tenderly affectionate, rubbing his hands along your sides and up your thighs, groping at specific areas to alienate the sore muscles.
You accept the gesture with a few giggles, chewing on your cheek when he begins to press open mouth kisses over your shoulder.
Though when your cunt flutters in response he stops, sharply inhaling as he sits up on his knees, mindful to stay in you.
Happy to be taken care of so well, you don’t mind smiling up at him as he rakes his eyes over you, idly playing with your breasts, already turned on from being exposed to him.
Once he’s done taking that in, he carefully pulls his half hard cock out of you, pushing your leg farther aside so he can watch his cum begin to seep out.
Quirk training could come in a variety of methods, your favorite by far was to use it to parkour around recklessly.
More often than not anymore you’d tumble around the dorms, confined to them for most of the time when you weren’t in school or within acceptable going out hours.
Not because you liked to invade others' privacy by using teleportation to pop into their rooms without warning, it was just a familiar space that made it easier to predict where you’d be coming out.
How your quirk worked was pretty similar to the average teleportation quirk, except you went through one wall and came out an entirely different one.
You could start by going through your room's floor and appear out onto the roof if you wanted.
But, that wasn’t very practical, you needed to be able to think on your feet!
An issue you struggled with was being able to teleport quickly and without thought, it’d be a great escape option if you had any idea how to land somewhere specific within a second.
So, you wanted to strengthen yourself by working on endurance first.
Hard to catch someone who’s coming as fast as they’re going.
For the first ten minutes of today's bout of jumps you could understand where you were at and then reasonably predict where you might go, only one room off at any given time.
Unfortunately this caused you to get cocky and push yourself past your known limit.
You rocket through wall after wall, starting to lose your bearings and quickly overwhelm yourself.
The last three rooms you go through are a blur, completely unknown to you, landing only halfway into the last.
You stick with a loud thud as your body solidifies in the incorrect place, scaring the soul out of poor Midoriya.
He screams near immediately in reaction to you suddenly appearing, jolting so hard he falls off his bed, his phone clattering to the ground beside him.
“I’m sorry! Oh, are you okay!”, you worriedly spout, instinctively reaching out for him even though you don’t move an inch.
“Y-Yeah! What, uh, what’s… What are you doing?”
His confusion shows in his expression and his vague hand gesture, oddly eyeing the way your torso disappears into the wall.
You shrug, giving another try to pull the rest of your body through, your quirk worn out from overuse.
“... Apparently I’m chilling out here until I have enough energy to jump again. Honestly, I had no idea I could run out of steam like this. I’ve never gotten stuck before.”
He tilts his head with quizzical fascination, climbing back onto his bed so he can get a closer look at where your body seamlessly joins into a place it shouldn’t.
“So… Where’s your legs? The rest of you can be separated like this? How does that even work? How can you not be able to pull them through? Can you still move them?”, he speaks like you aren’t even there, muttering to himself as he takes in your situation.
With a ‘pft’ you wave your hand at him, “Ah it’ll be fine! I’m gonna give this a few minutes and then I’ll try again. If you don’t mind me invading your space until then.”
He nods, taking a few pillows from the front of his bed and stuffing them underneath you so you don’t have to hold yourself up at such a sharp angle.
“I assume it’s gonna get tiresome to have to keep yourself upright like that.”
You smile pleasantly and relax onto them.
“Oh thank you! That’s sweet of you!”
“So, do you know where the rest of your body is?”
He asks as he sits criss cross style in front of you, watching you screw your face up in concentration.
You attempt to move your legs only to find you can’t feel them, all the same getting a weird sensation, like you can tell you’re struggling.
“... I have no idea where the rest of me is, I don’t think I can even get feeling in my legs right now. It feels like… You know when your arm falls asleep and it doesn’t sting yet? It feels like I’m moving my legs in that before stage.”
He raises his eyebrows and pulls a notebook seemingly out of nowhere, scribbling down some notes while he speaks.
“Weird, I wonder why there’s such a disconnect. Is it because you can’t tell where your legs actually are? Like a placebo thing?”
“No no I’m pretty sure my legs are just the floor beneath your room”, you clarify with a nod, “It’s just that I’m-!”
Suddenly you feel a pair of hands trail along the underside of your thighs.
You flinch and gasp, tensing up.
They run all the way up to the back of your knees, nonstop gliding along your skin.
Somehow you doubt it but right now you can’t help but think this would be less intense if you weren’t wearing a skirt.
“Oh! Are you ok?”
He sits up in concern at your outburst, tossing the notebook aside.
“I-I! Someones touching me!”, you do your best to keep from yelling despite how much you’re panicking, attempting to kick or do anything with your lower half, finally understanding just why you hadn’t been able to move earlier.
From what you can tell, while you’re upright here, you must be upside down wherever your legs are.
Your knees are pinned up, trapped between the walls, keeping you immobile from the waist down.
Maybe you’d been spiraling? Done a flip at the last second? The exact details don’t matter to you right now, all that does is the fact that someones feeling you up and you’re defenseless to stop them.
Instinctively you want to use your quirk, straining yourself even further just to get no results.
It’s hard to think clearly when a stranger is most likely taking a good look at you right now.
“Touching you? Trying to pull you out of the wall you mean?”, he questions while getting on his knees, looking back at where you meet the wall like he can do anything about it.
“No!” is all you can get out before your ass is given a firm squeeze, choking back any response to that while your cheeks turn pink.
You place your hands on the wall with a loud thud in reflex to a finger running over your panties, the light pressure sending tingles up your spine.
All your lower half can do is squirm in a barely noticeable fashion, gasping in shock when your panties are lifted up entirely, left up as high as they can most likely be pulled.
Your eyes widen as your entire face burns, placing a hand over your mouth as you give more desperate and futile attempts to close your legs, getting nowhere.
“What’s wrong? Hey! Hey are you okay? What’s going on?”, he asks with a gentle tone, grabbing your shoulders to get your attention.
While you are looking at him with a tangible amount of panic in your eyes, you can’t think of anything to say.
Whoever is on the other side has stopped touching you entirely, much to your dismay you somehow feel more exposed than before.
You take a moment to compose yourself, regulating your breathing before speaking.
“I am okay, b-but I can’t,”
Again you’re cut off by a new sensation, something wet and warm drawing over your pussy.
Quickly you register that you’re being licked, their jaw brushing up against your inner thighs as they work over your cunt.
You stifle the very pleased noise bubbling up by grabbing Midoriya by the collar of his t-shirt and tugging him over so you can bury your face into the crook of his neck.
He stammers out more questions about what’s happening but you can’t discern what he’s actually saying, more focused on the tongue writhing over your clit with no restraint.
It doesn’t take very long for your body to respond quite nicely to the attention you’re receiving, resting your forehead against the side of his face as your small whimpers get progressively louder.
Two fingers run over your entrance, testing for resistance and pushing all the way in once it’s obvious there’s none.
That makes you suck in a breath, hotly sighing as they slowly pump the digits in and out of you.
His entire body must be cherry red at this point, unsure of whether he should feel bad for liking how it feels to be so close to you, hoping you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating since you’re chest to chest with him.
He understands that someone is playing with you, and it seems as if you really like it.
And you do, starting to forget that you’re not supposed to like this, which is why you whine when the fingers are removed from you, instinctively looking behind you as if that’ll provide any answer.
Though you do get an answer when a much longer and thicker extremity slaps down onto you.
You swallow the lump in your throat, some reality sinking back in at the prospect of being fucked while so helplessly trapped like this.
With a very worried ‘oh!’ you vaguely call out for Midoriya, opening your mouth to beg him aimlessly, the words being replaced with a soft and lust drenched call of his name when the head of a cock slides against your cunt, bumping over your clit before pushing at your slit.
Being a virgin didn’t mean you’d never been fingered before, but the stretch of a cock was nearly overwhelming to you, tears rising up in the corners of your vision.
Since you have absolutely no idea who’s stuffing their cock into you, it naturally makes sense to think about what it’d be like for Midoriya to do so, unable to avoid the fantasy.
You pick up and actually look at him, making very heated eye contact since he’s already looking back.
He closes the small gap between you and kisses you with enough passion to suggest he’s thinking about the same thing you are.
It does a lot to comfort you, letting him take the lead by allowing him to take it slow, one hand braced at the side of your face while he uses the other to push your chin down, opening your mouth.
You reach up to gently weave your fingers through his hair, the first initial thrusts being careful enough for you to enjoy the way his tongue runs over yours.
After four strokes, they decide to chase their own pleasure.
A loud moan escapes you as the fast uptick in pace immediately sends fireworks of pleasure throughout you, balling his shirt up in your hands as you try to avoid biting his tongue.
There’s absolutely no way for you to avoid whimpering as needy as you do, squeezing his shoulders to ground yourself with something solid instead.
Your lower half jolts with each rough connecting rut into you, a very strange disconnect being noticeable to you as that energy doesn’t transfer over.
A familiar build up of pressure starts to reach overwhelming proportions, on the edge of release.
“Oh Izuku,”, you mewl for him sweetly, “Please don’t stop! Please, please!”
His cock throbs at the sinful connotation you add to his name, straining the fabric of his shorts.
Briefly he can’t avoid feeling immensely jealous, painfully aware that he isn’t the one making you feel this good, but he gets over it in favor of enthusing along with you since there’s not much he can do.
A few fingers rub over the sensitive button perched at the top of your flower, causing your back to arch as much as it can like this, your lungs stuttering to catch any air as you repeatedly beg for him to fuck you harder, keep touching you, reach as deep into you as he can.
Shamelessly, he reaches a hand underneath his boxers to palm his aching erection, jerking himself off in rhythm with your broken cries of pleasure, peppering kisses along your neck to muffle his own whimpers.
You can only handle all this stimulation for a good fifteen seconds or so, digging your blunt nails into his shoulders as you come undone.
Due to the surge of endorphins and adrenaline, your quirk activates upon instinct, choosing to free your knees and hook your legs around the waist of the person balls deep in your pussy.
Their hands perch at your mid-thigh, firmly groping at the tender flesh while they slam into you a few times before spilling their own release.
The afterglow of your orgasm is better than any you’ve ever had, panting to catch your breath while you nuzzle Midoriya affectionately, it taking you a moment to pick up on the rapid motion of his arm.
While you determine whether you want to help or not, your senses come back to you.
In your daze of cumming you entirely forget about the stranger between your legs, relaxing yourself as your feet finally touch the floor.
You do quickly pick up on the rapid motion of his arm as he jerks himself off, trying to finish before the moment wears off.
Rather than disgust you feel the fire in your core ignite again as you watch his hazed out face, lost in his own pleasure.
Before you can reach down to offer your help to him, he cums on his own, hotly sighing out your name as he paints the front of his shorts.
Rather than think about catching whoever is on the other side, you kiss Midoriya again, wanting his lips against your own more than anything else right now.
Besides, you can’t help but feel like uncovering the mystery person would ruin the fun, turned on by the fact that you might never find out.
Your quirk is quite simple to explain, as expected ‘Phantom hands’ is exactly what it sounds like.
You can project invisible hands that can manipulate things just like your real hands can.
Over the course of training you’d learned how to use them without having to move your actual hands to mimic what you wanted them to do, you could send out more than one at a time, and learned how to slide them through thin materials seamlessly!
While you did enjoy that triumph, what came with it was a whole new world of messing with your boyfriend.
On the outside you well maintained an image of being pure and innocent, but he knew better.
You sat at your own table for lunch, your group of friends not able to really withstand the sheer chaotic energy radiating off Bakugou despite working at the same agency.
It was understandable, plus that meant you got off scott free while you toyed with him since you were across the room and outside the immediate punishment range.
Making sure to keep your eyes trained on him while you mindlessly poke at your lunch, you manifest a hand.
Careful to avoid spooking him, you gingerly pass through the material of his pants, caressing his inner thigh.
Immediately he knew to stare you down, though it didn’t phase you in the least.
His death glare earned you waving while blowing a kiss to him.
The signal he sent to you through that harsh scowl was ‘don’t you dare’, something most would heed and back off.
Instead of doing anything even remotely close, you slide the hand up into the seat of his pants, palming his package.
Kirishima says something to him, forcing him to quit focusing on you so he can answer his friend.
Watching his reactions always set a fire in your blood, this time wasn’t any less enjoyable.
The tint of pink taking to his cheeks when you manifest two more hands to rub at his chest is adorable, encouraging you to continue to mess with him.
The hands move on to play with his growing cock, able to feel the flesh getting harder from your teasing.
You curl your fingers around his cock and delight as he shivers visibly, chewing on your bottom lip as you start to stroke him at a medium pace, face getting redder as he starts to lose his grip.
Mina points out how he’s recoiled in on himself and mocks his brooding expression, Sero asking him if he’s okay, to which he snaps at them with some light sparks and choice expletives.
Right in the middle of him making a scene you pick up the speed of your quirk enabled handjob tenfold, getting your sadistic kicks when his eyes widen and his voice breaks mid-sentence.
Having gotten what you wanted you relinquish, allowing him to fully berate the table while they erupt into laughter.
You already know when he gets you alone later he’ll be world endingly pissed but that was a huge part of this for you.
While you heavily enjoyed fucking around, you were already squeezing your legs together at the thought of finding out what it’d earned you.
Your throat was sore from the abuse, jaw feeling the same from being forced open this long.
But the absolutely sinful noises leaving Kaminari as he continued to thrust his fat cock into your mouth was more than enough to keep you going.
“Baby, angel, you are taking this so fucking well, so pretty for me on your knees like that,” he breathlessly praises you between moans and heated breaths.
Despite your watery eyes you don’t look away from him, hands braced on his thighs with drool messily smeared across your chin, pushing forward against his momentum to get him in further.
He has his fingers weaved in your hair, tugging at will whenever you hollow your cheeks or swallow around him.
You wouldn’t ever directly admit it but this was one of the hottest things he would do with you, dragging you into empty rooms to fool around with you no matter where you were.
Right now you found yourself in a janitor's closet, head held against the wall while he used you.
Sucking him off was something that always turned you on, making him weak while allowing him to see you vulnerable in such a way… It’d get you soaking wet thinking about it alone.
“Fuck, fuck, like that, please god just, fuck!”
His rhythm becomes harsh and fast, testing the limits of your gag reflex as he chases his own high, cock throbbing against your tongue.
A few tears run down your face from the bruising pace, fingernails sure to leave indents on his skin even through his pants, whimpering softly from the combined abuse and low toned voice calling out your name.
He doesn’t last much longer, spearing the back of your throat with his cock three times in quick succession before pulling out, stroking himself as he paints the inside of your mouth along with some of your face with his hot cum.
You’re unable to do more than catch your breath, waiting for him to finish before swallowing what you could.
Lovingly, you smile up at him, uncaring of how lewd your disheveled appearance likely makes you seem.
He crouches down close to you, dragging a thumb across your chin to collect some of his release.
You lean forward and lick it off, getting a kick out of the way he shivers and bites at his bottom lip.
Bakugou was far from a prude, even he would get pent up enough to feel the need to jerk off so he could release some of that specific breed of energy.
Though there were limits to his already small range of understanding.
It didn’t start off consecutively, rarely did it happen more than once a week at the beginning.
When it became every goddamned night he couldn’t fucking stand it.
Jerking off is awkward to begin with, especially talking about it with anyone else that he didn’t have in his own bed.
However this needed ending, he was losing sleep and it was pissing him off more and more.
His room is next to Kirishimas, at the end of the hall.
Because of that he doubted anyone else was receiving the god awful punishment of having to listen to the porn he watches.
Thin walls and the complete lack of volume awareness paired up for an excellent sleep preventing nightmare.
Usually he just laid on his bed with his arms crossed and his face pinched up with disgust until he finally quit, but he was reaching a breaking point.
His ‘activity’ could go on for fucking hours sometimes.
Much to Bakugou's dismay it even sounded like the same girl every fucking time, he had to be obsessed with her or something.
He hated that he’d not only heard it enough to recognize that, but that after a while he found himself enjoying it in the back of his mind.
The night he realized that he was considering attempting to find whatever he was watching was the last night he was willing to tolerate this.
He wasn’t a pervert, and it’d make him a terrible friend if he didn’t confront Kirishima on this out of control habit.
Full of determination to either beat him up or yell at him, Bakugou got out of bed and exited his room with intense focus.
Even if he was somewhat infamous for being stern in any situation, this still made him feel really awkward.
He was about to lecture his best friend on porn addiction, the only way he’d be able to do it is if he bulldozed through it with no hesitation and no real thinking.
He didn’t think through any talking points, just making his way to the door, and promptly kicking it open.
“Can you put in some fucking headphones!? Every night with this bullshit, don’t you get tired! For fucks sake I-!”
He shouts with full intent to lay into Kirishima but the passionate speech turns to ash in his throat as he fully takes in the scene he’d barged in on.
There was a girl on Kirishima's bed, an entirely naked girl, making direct eye contact with Bakugou.
Kirishima was between your legs, the fingers of his right hand squeezing into your plush thighs to keep you seated on his face.
Your hands were busy being shocked with your hands rooted in Kirishima's hair, leaving your front half exposed to Bakugou's wandering eyes.
The air felt heavy and ice cold, Bakugou's face expressionless as he completely fails to do anything beyond gawk.
Kirishima was the first to make any movement, pushing you upwards to free himself.
Bakugou hadn’t yet shown any outside signs of reaction but seeing the strands of saliva and slick stretch between his mouth and your cunt had his blood pumping.
You couldn’t help the little noise you make at the suction breaking, the pop louder than you were comfortable hearing right now, darkly red as the embarrassment of the situation consumed you.
“B-Bro!”, Kirishima starts, stammering heavily as he can’t think of something to say, still knowing he has to say something.
Finally you manage to break the staring contest with Bakugou, shyly crossing your arms to cover your chest while you try to find something to pretend was interesting until he leaves.
Whatever Kirishima is saying doesn’t interest you, so uncomfortable that you can’t focus.
You squirm in place from the cool air replacing the warm mouth you’d been connected to, Kirishima’s half thought out words and nervous chuckles fanning out against the sensitive area enough for you to want to close your legs.
With his head right between them, that wasn’t an option, so you deal with it.
They were both speaking but you don’t catch any of it, staring at Kirishima’s posters as you internally pray for Bakugou to leave.
It caught your attention when Bakugou finally does what you’ve been wishing for, taking a step backwards and closing the door with significantly less force than he’d used to open it.
A couple tense seconds pass by before both you and Kirishima let out a sigh of relief, attempting to lift up a leg so you can get off of him.
He doesn’t let you, grabbing your hips to keep you still.
Before you actually say anything he kisses at your inner thigh, swiping his tongue over your cunt teasingly fast.
Your breath hitches, pushing all your previous tension to the side as you relax and sit back down.
“C’mon, it’s two words I know you know, if you say them then I’ll let you take your panties off.”, he says with a smirk, rolling his palm into your thinly covered cunt.
“I-I don’t know them… Please, please just let me…”, you beg even though it goes nowhere every time you do it, really having no other option since you’ve exhausted all your previous ideas.
It felt like he’d been doing this for hours now, if you had the capacity to look around for a clock then you’d probably see that you’re right.
Compared to how things started this was torture for you.
He’d pinned you to the wall, kissing you like he hadn’t been close to you in years before picking you up and carrying you off to the bed where he took every piece of clothing off of you except your panties.
You tried to pull them down but he wouldn’t let you, telling you that you had to say the magic words first.
That was forever ago.
Honestly you’ve never seen him be this patient in all the time you’ve known him, which just makes this all the more frustrating.
He stayed on his knees behind you and on the floor, taking in your desperation greedily.
It was easy to keep you from doing much to stop him.
You’ve been face-up-ass-down from the start, and on top of that you’d listen to him even if he asked you to jump off a cliff.
Usually if you mentioned you wanted to fool around with him, he was on you in an instant.
But for now he was toying with you, slick nearly pouring out of you in anticipation.
He’d denied you three orgasms now and that solidified how stubborn he was going to be about this.
“I won’t until you say it, once you figure it out I know you’ll be mad at yourself, it’s so easy to figure out. Just think sweetheart, what would I come up with?”
The innocence he speaks with is overshadowed by the way he circles his thumb around the sensitive button perched at the top of your cunt, not bothering to hold back a chuckle at the way your legs tense as you suck in a sharp breath.
“I-I don’t, please! Dabi, god, please! I’ll do anything if you’ll-!”, you can barely manage to speak, the speed he rises to while you’re talking rendering you speechless.
In fear he may stop if you move too much, you use all your worldly strength to stay as still as possible, biting down on your knuckle to help cope.
You know you shouldn’t trust him whatsoever but it feels too good to care, urgently accepting anything he’ll give.
All this buildup has done a lot to render you sensitive, nearing release much faster than you regularly would, whining loudly as your body goes hot.
Suddenly, he stops, leaving you to whimper pathetically at the loss of stimulation, instinctively reaching to continue yourself but thwarted by him grabbing your wrist.
“I didn’t say you could do that.”, his voice cuts clear through your complaining, tone sharp and commanding.
You ‘mhm’ with a nod, heart racing from your fourth denial tonight.
“It’s a very popular phrase, you probably hear and see it at least one time a day whether you know it or not.”, he pauses to kiss at your inner thigh, starting from near your knees and up to where your thigh connects with your ass, “You’re really being unfair for making me wait like this, you know that?”
He takes two handfuls of your ass and squeezes, loving the way your back arches into his grasp.
“Think about it some more, I’m gonna give you a reward even if you’re not behaving.”
You open your mouth to speak but instead let out a needy whimper, feeling him pull your panties to the side so he can drag the flat of his tongue over the entirety of your cunt.
After two licks he locks you in place by hooking his arms over your thighs and over your hips, clasping his hands together.
Immediately he suctions his mouth over your pussy, forcing his face in as close as he can to eat you like a man starved, using all the little tricks he learned about you over the sessions spent alone with you to make you squirm.
Your nails dig at the bed and pull at the sheets, a pleasured cry escaping you, abandoning any thoughts beyond hoping the reward is him letting you release.
Truly your stamina has worn down to nothing, this much attention being excellent at getting you close within a minute or two, unable to restrain yourself from bucking back into him as you finally topple over the edge, the way he flicks his tongue over your clit making you mewl as loud as you can manage.
As you should’ve expected, there’s a punishment attached.
He doesn’t let you recover, continuing to lick and suck, quickly overstimulating you.
Now you understand why he made sure to give you no way to move.
The wet muscle slides in and out of you with ease, going further in than you thought it could reach, that being easier to deal with than the direct attention to your clit.
Unfortunately he senses you relaxing and goes back to it, tears brimming in your eyes from the way it wracks your body with electric pulses.
Just when you think you can’t handle anymore, it hits you like a lighting bolt.
“Plus ultra!”, you shout at the top of your lungs with an open moan.
That makes him stop instantly, pulling back with a small pop as the suction breaks.
“Good girl,” he says as he pats your leg, standing up, “now you can have your real reward.”
You hear him undo his pants, stammering for a moment as you try to figure out what you want to say.
“I-I’m a little sensitive, right now anyways, c-can we wait a minute?”
The head of his cock prods at your slit, both hands grabbing your hips to hold you steady.
At first it’d really just been something you thought about to fluster yourself, nothing you’d act on at any point.
It wasn’t like he’d let you do something like that, he was such a dominant and controlling guy that it’d be practically impossible to mention it, much less get away with it.
Then, a perfect opportunity landed in your lap.
Four days ago he’d been flirting with you in his own way.
He took a coin out of his pocket and flipped it, covering it with his other hand when it landed, not even bothering to look.
“Call it. Heads or tails, winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser.”
He seemed so confident that you’d just assumed it was rigged to have both sides be the same, so you answered with a simple ‘I pick what you don’t’.
“Tails.”, he said with full arrogance, lifting his hand and being heavily surprised to see it’d landed heads side up.
“Huh. Well, I guess you win then. Any idea as to what you want?”
It was mildly stunning that he’d respond like that when you expected him to ignore the results.
So you told him you’d come to him when you were ready to ask for something.
The first thing you needed to figure out was how to actually set all of it up, daydreaming hadn’t exactly provided you with a full schematic blueprint.
What absorbed the other three days was your own mind, not that you were afraid of anything happening besides your own shyness getting in the way when it came to sexual activities.
It was much easier when he initiated everything, hours went into thinking about how you’d start things or god forbid approach him.
For a while you considered ditching the idea but it was just too tempting for you.
But, you did it, you got your shit together both literally and figuratively.
Today was the day.
Five minutes after your ‘I’m ready’ text, he was already at your place, and in your room, scanning over the materials on your bed, largely the strap with the six inch dildo clipped in.
Besides that was a pair of quirk canceling handcuffs.
“I’m not letting you peg me.” He says with a flat tone.
“It’s not for you, don’t worry about it okay? I wouldn’t put you through that anyways.”, you passively roll your eyes, picking the cuffs up, “These, however, are actually for you.”
“And what if I say no?”
His voice comes out defensively, sneering at the cuffs as if they can see him.
With a huff you tilt your head to the side, “I thought you said that the winner could do whatever they wanted?”
He huffs back with more attitude, uncrossing his arms as a sign that he’s allowing it.
Quite happily you step around him, cuffing his wrists together behind his back.
Once you’re sure he can’t get out of them, you direct him over to a chair you got just for today, after testing some options you found one that doesn’t tip over and won’t scoot around when met with a specific kind of movement.
That, and it was wide enough for what you planned.
All week you’d been thinking about this, seeing him in the chair has you tingling with nervous yet excited energy.
“You wanted to stare at me all day? Nah, I know you’ve got more for me.”
He sarcastically quips at you after a minute, spreading his legs apart to show off the erection tenting his pants.
“I’m more than ready for whatever you thought of.”
You stop your gawking, getting on your knees in front of him, tracing a finger over the outline.
“Already hard and I haven’t done anything, does it really do so much for you to be cuffed?”
His nose wrinkles up as he prepares to yell something at you, but you counter by unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, barely avoiding getting hit by it when it springs upwards.
That makes you giggle, a few escaping as you open your mouth, drawing a wet stripe up to the tip with your eyes on his.
You do consider stopping there but that doesn’t seem fair by how he's looking at you, flattening your tongue down so you can take him in further as a reward.
He makes a pleased grunt, the cuffs clinking against the chair as he widens his legs, encouraging you to take him in deeper.
The pace you take is medium, just above teasing but without being complaint worthy.
His hips flex upwards for more which forces his cock into your throat, surprising you.
Instinctively you stay in place, swallowing around him repeatedly to suppress the urge to gag.
When you pull your head back he hisses a breath in through his teeth, his cock slipping past your lips with an audible pop.
“Fuck, why’d you stop?”, he uncomfortably shifts around in the chair, cock twitching in the colder air that’d annoyingly replaced the warmth he was just in.
“Because,” you stand up, pulling your skirt down and taking your shirt off to rid yourself of all the clothing you had on, “I wanna move on to the next part.”
He grins and eyes you up with no shame, which brings a slight heat to your cheeks.
Knowing that he’s watching eagerly as you bend over to grab the remaining supplies off the bed only furthers your excitement, taking the strap on over to him, shoving one end of the woven plastic strip underneath his thighs, securing it snugly before locking the dildo into the centerpiece.
You’re only satisfied when the dildo is completely upright, a few inches below the real thing.
“Huh so you wanna stuff all your holes full?”, he asks with a playful tone, making you smile with a darker blush as you climb up onto the chair with him.
Your knees are on either side of him, carefully positioning yourself over the toy and getting into a comfortable position.
“Not exactly, be patient.”
Being so wet from the combined anticipation makes it no issue to slide the already slightly lubed toy inside yourself, taking a seat down on his lap, seated just far back enough to avoid touching him entirely, which is perfectly what you wanted.
All day you’d been waiting for this, savoring his palpable confusion as you ease yourself and warm up to the toy.
You rise up and lower back down slowly, lacing your arms over his shoulders, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.
“So what the fuck is this?”
Just as you thought, he’s heavily irritated, a surge of energy washing from your head down to your toes.
You giggle and bite at your bottom lip, watching as his face pinches up.
Despite your poor reaction to most aggressive or rude things directed at you, it was deliriously hot to you whenever he got angry, that signature scowl of his did things to you that you couldn’t describe.
Of course you’d occasionally catch it during training or whenever your clumsy self drops something more expensive than usual, but he never ever intentionally allowed his temper to seriously rise around you.
As unfair and frustrating it was for you to complain about it, he was almost cruelly gentle with you.
Honestly, whenever you touched yourself, you more often thought of that version of him more than anything else.
Your pace increases just a tad, mewling softly in response to his question.
He tries to tolerate it, staying quiet to ice you out in the hopes you’d get bored of his non-reaction.
But he can’t help himself, it’s only been about thirty seconds when he clicks his tongue against his teeth in frustration, caving.
“Let me outta these fuckin’ cuffs.”
The intent had been to intimidate you, having no idea that he was feeding right into what you wanted.
He’d have handled this better if you weren’t making all those pretty noises, his neglected cock leaking pre as it throbbed, aching for any sort of contact, your body heat so goddamned close to him.
You just shake your head ‘no’ with more giggles, now riding enough to make your breasts jiggle, chair jostling ever so slightly.
When he leans forward to give kisses or maybe shove his face into your tits as he was fond of doing, you simply push him back, each hand perched on his shoulders to make sure he stays there.
The cuffs make a decent amount of racket as he tries to yank them off, quickly reaching his limit.
Nothing comes of it though, they prove to be worth their price when he fails to remove them.
“Ka-Katsuki,” you breathlessly call out for him, locking eyes with him as his heated glare works magic on you, only furthering how much you’re enjoying this.
While he does like how out of it you look, it infuriates him that he’s got nothing to do with it.
His eyebrows pinch together as his upper lip twitches into a sneer, a somewhat signature look of his that always turns you on.
He says your name with a dangerously low voice, more like a threat than anything else.
But there’s not a thing that could make you stop, delicately cupping the side of his face, your thumb grazing his lips.
His teeth snap at the digit, almost managing to bite you.
“Close, I’m close, so close,” the words pour out of you with little control, “fuck, fuck! Suki, fuck!”, going as fast as you can manage, thighs trembling as you reach a hand down to grind against your clit.
He watches like a hawk as you climax, practically snarling as he continues to violently struggle with the cuffs.
You seat yourself down one last time, shoving your face into his chest, crying out for him only like you do when you’re cumming.
Coolly, you let out a big breath of air when you can straighten your back, shuddering when you pull off the toy, slightly embarrassed at the wet that’d soaked into his pants beneath the strap on.
He looks to have calmed down some, which you take as a good sign, barely able to get on your feet enough to take the leather off him.
“Thank you, so much!”
You chirp happily, giving him a kiss which he doesn’t react to whatsoever.
After you put the strap-on away, you take a key off your nightstand and kneel down behind the chair.
“I promise I didn’t forget about you, I’m gonna let you finish, as a reward I’ll even let you do it in my mouth, okay?”
He doesn’t say anything, which you take as a confirmation to your offer.
The instant the cuffs loosen, he’s already out of them.
Faster than you can react he’s got you up off the floor and on your back, landing with a small ‘oof’ as he tosses both you and himself onto your bed.
Almost greedily his hands run all over your body while he kisses several hickeys onto your neck, teeth coming down shortly afterwards.
You whimper and lift your legs around him, grabbing at his hair as he abuses the tender area for his own sadistic lust.
“I’m gonna show you what happens when you tease me.”, he threatens with his lips still pressed against your skin.
Your plan had gone off without a hitch, successfully winding him up.
When you first met Bakugou, the last word you thought you’d ever use to describe him is ‘touchy’.
But here you are, two months into dating him after what feels like a million years of wondering if he even could like you in the way you liked him.
Yes, he did.
Somehow more than you could’ve guessed.
He absolutely loved to touch you, be touched by you, anything to do with physical intimacy.
And you didn’t mind that he could get pushy about it either, it was always nice to feel wanted.
You’d come over to his apartment with him after a shift you’d been patrolling with him on.
The impression he gave you was that you would be watching a movie with him, showering and changing into your casual clothes since you expected a quiet evening in.
In contrast to that, the plan turned out to be pinned down underneath him while a movie played in the background.
At first you told him to knock it off because you were invested in the story.
Truth be told, you were actually paying attention.
However he ignored you and just continued to lavish you with the kind of affectionate attention you had originally assumed would be a rarity.
Now you’d just about forgotten there was a movie playing in the first place, absorbed into the way he’s kissing you with deliberate need, unlike his usual tendency to take things slow if not planned out.
If you didn’t know better you would think that he hasn’t been alone with you in months.
When he pulls away to let you breathe, your brain swims with dizziness, tilting your head up to follow him but missing when he instead ducks and aims for your neck, latching onto the weak point near your shoulder.
He does this knowing full well it’d make you squirm to feel his canines tease at the area.
As he undoes the buttons on your shirt he doesn’t remove his mouth, bowing his back so he has enough room to work with.
Once he’s done, he yanks your shirt open, the action making you feel more exposed than it should.
He switches to the other side of your neck, coating it in semi aggressive nips and kisses.
You gently tangle your fingers in his hair and draw him in closer with your legs, which you had locked over the small of his back.
A shy whimper escapes you and you can feel him smile into you, sliding his hands along your sides, your breath hitching at the ticklish sensation.
Briefly he leans up to look at your bra, rooting around under you to get it undone.
Instead of being any amount of gentle, he quickly gets both your shirt and your bra off you, discarding them on the floor before retaking your lips with his own.
It’s a nice feeling to have his shirt rub over your nipples, subtly keening from the little twinges of stimulation you get from it.
But the hormone induced spell breaks when he hooks his fingers underneath both your panties and your shorts, pulling them off your ass with the intent to take them off entirely.
You protest by making a worried noise and grasp at his hands, signalling for him to stop.
Even if you’d been intimate with him before it was still unnerving to be completely naked in a well lit room.
He separates away from you, giving you a kiss under your jaw before he sits on his calves, taking them off you anyways, abandoning them in the same direction as all your other clothes.
It brings a different sort of heat to your cheeks to see the bulge tenting his pants.
He chuckles through his light panting, parting his legs further to accentuate it.
“Wanna touch it then? Or just stare?”
Before you can respond to his question he aims his gaze downwards to your own open legs, namely the cunt between them.
Immediately you close your thighs, realizing that was a mistake by how he smiles, taking the challenge presented.
Manhandling your body, he grabs you by the ass to haul you closer, balancing your lower back on the insides of his thighs, directing your knees over his shoulders, the change in positioning opening your legs just enough for him to shove his face in, drawing the flat of his tongue over your slit.
You bite on a knuckle and momentarily consider pushing him away, knowing you shouldn’t encourage him to take you so suddenly.
But he doesn’t take any pause, making quick swipes that flick over the underside of your clit, causing your body to tense as you let out a chain of stifled whimpers.
He isn’t very experienced when it comes to eating you out since you don’t let him do it often, mainly repeating the actions he notices make you writhe in his hold, favoring to lick at your slit because he loves how you taste.
Though he’s aware you like direct stimulation, angling his head up to include your sensitive button, accidentally breaking the suction he’d built up.
The spark of pleasure that sends directly to your core makes you roll your hips up, a pretty mewl for him escaping you.
Hearing that sends a throb to his cock, groaning against your thigh as his cock twitches against the tight confines of his pants.
Fuck, he needs you to do that again.
Open mouth kisses serve to make you melt, earning higher pitched sounds and more slick pouring out of you, the way his lips and tongue work over the entirety of your pussy teetering on being overwhelming.
Every few seconds he’ll allow the pent up suction to release, each time forcing another toe curling mewl from you.
He wants to touch himself so badly, cock aching from the neglect, but he chooses to concentrate on you, picking up on the tells that you’re getting close.
You told him it’s fine but he found it insulting that he hadn’t made you cum on his face yet, despite four previous attempts.
The way your thighs flex and you reach to grab his hair firmly tells him that he’s on the right track.
What pushes you over is when he leans up, lavishing all his attention on your clit while he sinks two fingers into you, now able to clearly watch the way you’re reacting.
You take your hand away to paw at your breasts, eyes closing as your body tremors, consciously trying to not smother him by closing your legs, still rocking your hips into his mouth and fingers to get all you can from him, unable to muffle the beautiful way you sing his name for him.
Despite how embarrassed you could get about making noise since his neighbors had complained about it before, he was beaming with pride over how clearly he’d just established his territory.
Anyone nearby was guaranteed to hear how good he’s making you feel, what more can a man want?
The way he’s looking at you could easily be described as predatory, given by the way things are going you assume that it is.
He silently counts to ten so you have a moment to cool down.
When that timer is up, he drops your lower half so he can tug his pants down, not having the patience to undress further.
You begin to say something, likely about him being mostly clothed, but he takes the words from you by testing the head of his cock at your cunt, sucking a breath in through his teeth at the way your hot and inviting insides don’t hesitate to allow him in.
“A-Ah!”, you yelp as you pull your knees up, watching him edge forward nervously, “K-Katsuki! We, we really shouldn’t,”
He watches you watch as you swallow at the lump in your throat, obviously torn over obeying your responsible instincts or your more carnal ones.
To help you decide he braces his hand besides your head so he can surround you fully, using his other to push your leg wider open by the back of your knee, his upper stomach touching yours.
“And just why not.”, he says directly into your ear, ignoring the near blinding urge to start pounding you into the mattress, taking it slow for your sake.
You helplessly grapple at the back of his neck and his shoulder, not really knowing how to deal with this since it’s your first time having sex with him, the stretch of his shaft bringing a light sting.
Sure, the offer has come up several times, but you’ve always been too nervous to actually say yes.
As much as you wish you could say that you don’t want it… You really really do.
“I’m not on anything, and, you’re not, condom,”, your words lose their tension within moments.
“You should feel lucky that I would give you a baby,” he huffs heavily, “But I can pull out fine. Trust me, I can take care of you.”
The point of no return is officially crossed when his lap meets your ass.
Being full is a new feeling, whimpering in an alarming way when he pulls back a few inches before you’re ready.
“What?”, he answers with worry in response, moving his head up so he can see you, taking in how out of it you look.
Eyes dilated and half lidded, cheeks neon pink, lips puffy from earlier assault, it makes him want to kiss you, but he lets you speak.
“I-I need a moment…”, you murmur honestly, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you hook your legs over his waist.
“God you feel so much bigger inside me ‘Suki,”
His body acts for him, thrusting forward as he makes a noise akin to growling, low and wanting.
The way his cock pulses and his balls tighten blind him to anything beyond being as deep in you as he can be, mainly grinding against you since he’s already at his limit.
You gasp and dig your blunt nails into him, inner walls constricting around him since his pelvis rubs over your clit at this angle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, he grunts as he lets his head hang down at the side of your face, humping you obsessively as his rising need to cum consumes him.
Not much longer and he moans your name with an air of pure affection you’ve never heard from him before, encouraging you to give one in return.
The sensation of his thick cum painting your insides is something you can’t help but instantly want more of, rutting upwards into him to milk him for all he can give, which he happily complies with.
Once he’s done he continues to use the soft toner tone of voice, nuzzling you, "You're fucking amazing, I love you so fucking much, took my cock so well,"
You hum contently and cozy up to his pampering, basking in the rare bout of praise he's offering.
It does take you a moment to realize what's just happened, sharply gasping as the situation dawns on you.
"You said you would pull out!"
He crouches in front of you with a cocky smile, chuckling to himself as he flicks your nose, watching you recoil as much as you can with limited range.
“All this time chasing your dumbass down, and you get caught by a weak spot in the floor.”
He can’t help but continue to laugh, pointing behind him as he speaks.
“Let me guess, you wanted to jump through the window, so you took a running start, the pressure of which caused this old shitty floor to give?”
You grumble to yourself, not looking at him and instead focusing over his shoulder, the window you had indeed been running towards remaining untouched.
It would’ve been the perfect escape too!
Now you’re here, trapped while Ground Zero taunts you, arms pinned to your sides, stuck from the waist up while your legs dangle uselessly.
Your quirk doesn’t work in close range combat so even if you could manage to do anything it’d just serve to piss him off.
Unfortunately, you were entirely caught.
“Well? Gonna give me an answer? Or is your smart mouth suddenly shut.”, he grabs your chin and forces you to face him, staring you down with a look somewhere between playful and something you know isn’t good.
Acting on reflex to his treatment, you spit at him, hitting him between his eyes.
Instantly you’re aware that was a very bad idea.
“Oh god I didn’t mean it-!” you spout, eyes widening as he shoves you back and stands up to wipe it away.
“Sorry! Oh, oh god sorry! I uh, it’s, sorry!”
“Here I was playing nice. Fuckin’ scum, bastards all the way around.”
His words are quiet, as if he’s speaking to himself more than anything.
“I take gifts! All the gifts you give me! You just spooked me, that’s all! I swear, I’m not even gonna fight, you can take me to jail!”, you say with a vibrant smile, shaking your head as if that’ll sway him.
The fear of his retaliation grows by the second.
You’re very aware of how alone you are with him, how most likely nobody knows where he is, how it's most likely the same for him, and you’re aware of how violent he can be in general.
While he’s never outright murdered anyone or done worse than break a bone during a struggle, you aren’t completely sure of what he does with people that are helpless to begin with.
“You take gifts, huh? Open your mouth.”
You laugh awkwardly, “I ah, what?”
He squats down, raising an eyebrow at the lack of obedience.
A few sparks pop off in his palm, just a demonstration of what's potentially to come.
With no other choice beyond enduring pain, you open your mouth like he asked.
“Bite down, and I’ll break your jaw.”, he comments quietly, pulling his gauntlets off and setting them aside, then removing one of his gloves, dragging his thumb across your tongue.
You can taste a hint of something sweet.
“Tch. Dry as fuck. Don’t tell me after all your fireworks and shit-talking you’re scared right now?”
Amusement laced in his voice, he lightly slaps the side of your face before yanking your hair back, causing you to yelp at the sudden pain.
Before you can even stop yelping, he spits.
You scrunch up your nose and close your mouth, going to dispose of the excess saliva, but hesitating when it occurs to you he wouldn’t want that.
It doesn’t taste like anything at all but your stomach churns all the same.
So you just wait for further instruction, turning red as the humiliation of being in this position sweeps over you like a tidal wave of shame.
His grip on your hair weakens, two fingers pressing into your chin to open you back up.
You’d already partially swallowed, the rest of it spread around your now halfway wet mouth.
He spits again, making sure he sees it slide down into your throat.
“Hah,” he laughs to himself, “like a human garbage can.”
After he’s done watching he turns his eyes towards yours, giving you a sense of unease.
“That’s what you are, you know that? Better get used to that treatment because that’s all you’re gonna get where you’re going.”
“Hm, I will say, you are pretty. Too bad you couldn’t avoid being so shitty, what a waste.”, he says passively while tilting your face from side to side, as if he’s observing an object and not a person.
Ignoring the rising urge to say something bitter, you collect yourself enough to calmly speak.
“Are you going to turn me in now? I’m not gonna struggle if you try to cuff me, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Where's the money. Tell me that first.”
As he speaks he stands up, your heart sinking to be at knee level with him.
“Below me, I dropped the bag when I fell.”, you answer honestly, not hesitating.
“I assume your crew would’ve arrived by now if there was one, I take it that it really is just you on your own.”
You press your lips into a hard line, struggling to withstand the instinct to be a smartass.
“No, I do. They just aren’t here because I went out on my own. But they aren’t coming, they don't know I’m here.”
He rolls his eyes, taking his walkie-talkie out of his tool belt and turning it to a certain channel.
But, he stops, noticing how you’re stuck at a perfect height.
As he puts the device back he places his hand on the back of your head.
You shoot him a strange look, entirely caught off guard when he starts mushing you into his crotch.
It only makes him laugh to watch you struggle so pathetically.
“Cmon, don’t villains like depraved shit, hm? You’re a fuckin’ messed up dirty group of people, don’t tell me you haven’t sucked dick before.”
His fingers brush through your hair almost intimately, now allowing you to jerk out of range.
Well, as much as you can.
“N-no! Look, if you want some of the money in the bag I can say I dropped something! This isn’t necessary, I’ve learned my lesson! I don’t-!”, you’re desperate to find an alternative to what you know is about to happen, shifting your gaze from his now unzipped pants to his very entertained face.
The words you want to say dissolve at the sound of his zipper, starting to freak out on the inside.
While you’re busy trying to plead with him using your eyes, his cock slaps into your face, making you take a sharp inhale as you recoil as much as you can.
He takes hold of it and taps the tip against your lips, “Open wide. If you bite or use any teeth, I’ll blow ‘em out of your fuckin’ skull.”
You aren’t sure how he got hard this quickly, internally disgusted by how excited he had to be.
Welling up some resolve, you refuse to do what he says, turning away and keeping your mouth closed.
He simply pinches your nose shut.
After a surprisingly long time of holding your breath you can’t do it anymore, but the moment you have your mouth open he shoves his cock in about one third of the way, getting a firm handful of your hair to use as a handle.
You shake your head to try and get him away, pushing your tongue out.
All that does is give him more room to work with.
He lets you collect your gulp of air by letting go of your nose, and he doesn’t wait very long before forcing your head down on the rest of him, causing you to gag harshly.
The way your throat constricts around him has him grinding into your face briefly before pulling you off.
“Fuck, guess I finally discovered a good use for you huh?”, he says to cruelly tease you, licking his teeth while grinning in a way found unfairly attractive in spite of the situation.
There’s no response from you, sucking in as much air as you can through your nose since he didn’t take himself entirely out of your mouth.
A fearful noise escapes you when he thrusts forward, making you gag just as harshly as before.
He doesn’t take anymore pauses, going as fast as he can without suffocating you, uncaring of the tears running down your cheeks.
Fortunately it isn’t too long before you also start to salivate to make things easier, his rough pace smearing it around your mouth and dribbling it down your chin.
Adrenaline has flooded your body, giving you a heightened sense of dread, looking up into his eyes helplessly.
The lewd sounds coming from you are loud enough to echo off the walls of the empty room around you.
Fuzzy inky blackness ebbs at the corners of your eyes, all of your muscles going taut as you run out of oxygen.
He senses that you’re about to pass out so he relinquishes for a moment, his own breathing heavy as well.
Your lungs burn, your jaw aches, your throat feels like it’s going to be bruised by the end of this, there has to be some kind of rule against this in the hero code.
And yet… You’re squeezing your thighs together to try and get some friction, getting off on it.
Once you stop struggling he doesn’t hold onto your hair so tightly, too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice you working with him.
So badly do you want to brace your hands on his knees, wondering on the inside of your mind if that’d help any, though it made your body warm up to be unable to do so.
Your enjoyment meets a crossroads when he really starts bucking into you, keeping his cock deeper in your throat, only making the fire in your core burn hotter.
What sends him over the edge is when you begin sucking around him to get rid of the extra spit.
He grunts and pushes you all the way down as he finally finishes, shooting his load directly down your throat.
To avoid choking you continually swallow around him, some part of you secretly wishing you could’ve gotten to taste it.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he backs up and lets go of you, watching through half lidded eyes as you greedily take in full breaths, tongue still out as you don’t have the presence of mind to look like you didn’t just have your face fucked.
You close your eyes and drop your head forward, needing to recover from what you’ve just been through.
But you don’t get long, brought back to the present when he clamps a cold metal collar around your neck.
He smiles with a condescending pat to your cheek, latching it shut.
“You’ve proven to me that you can be nice so I’m gonna cut you a deal here. I won’t send your ass to prison, but that’s only if you behave. Hell, if you’re good enough at what I have planned next I might just take you home with me.”
“This isn’t what I imagined when you said I could come hang out in your room…”
He gives a frustrated sigh, swiveling in his chair to answer you once again.
“I said ‘feel free to come over while I’m working and not paying attention to you.’”
You whine and pout, “That doesn’t mean you have to actually ignore me! C’mon, take a break!”
Without another word he turns around, resuming typing up his paper.
It’s been an hour since you got here and boredom was starting to eat a hole into you.
Scrolling through instagram was proving ineffective at entertaining you.
Continuing to poke the bear seems like the best option, so you continue.
You get off of his bed and stand behind him, taking a peek at his essay.
It’s well structured but it looks like Greek to you.
The plan to feign interest dies there, though a new idea pops into your head.
Before he can question your proximity to him you climb under his arms and into his lap, not at all phased by the look he gives you.
“Hi baby,” you speak in a hushed voice, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He doesn’t seem angry with you but he’s far from pleased, letting you give a few more before he stops you.
“Alright, get off.”
With a huff you shake your head, “Can’t you have an intermission? Five, maybe ten minutes?”
“No.”
He picks you up as he stands, giving you a rough kiss on the cheek before he drops you on the bed.
That’s about what you’d expected, not any less frustrating though.
But you relent, going back on your phone to cycle through the same three apps again.
It only takes twenty minutes of silence to have you back to your earlier boredom.
Based on what you’ve seen so far, he wants to finish his essay.
If you don’t block his view then there really shouldn’t be an issue.
So, nonchalantly as possible, you wander over, about to suggest something to him, stopping upon seeing he’s completely absorbed into a wikipedia article.
Instead you get on the floor, bumping the chair as you crawl under the desk.
He doesn’t seem to notice your presence whatsoever.
Once you’re situated in a comfortable position, you place your hands on his knees.
He flinches, “Ah-! Hey, the fuck are you down there for?”
“No reason, don’t worry about it.”, you respond with a shrug even though he can’t see it.
You glide your fingertips along his thighs a few times, his baggy shorts providing ample room when you go underneath them.
When you don’t reach the edge of where his boxers would usually be, you curiously keep going until you reach his hips, noting that he isn’t wearing any.
Not wanting to irritate him, you keep any comments about that to yourself.
You draw little patterns over the softer skin of his inner thighs, never passing into the space directly between his legs.
Over the span of a minute you abuse the various erogenous zones available to you, watching the way the fabric over his crotch begins to tent.
He starts to type something, so he’s either ignoring you or playing this all off.
The sound is oddly soothing even if it’s loud as hell.
With careful gentle tugs you work his shorts down off and around his ankles, scooting in closer once they’re out of the way.
You trace your pointer finger along the front of his cock, holding back a giggle when it twitches.
After a few seconds you close your hand around his shaft, making sure that you’re not really touching him, feather light at best, just wanting the vaguest of contact with him.
Slowly, you start to pump, taking his balls into your other hand to massage lightly.
Usually when he’s undressed he’s on top of you so you take your time to do as you please.
It doesn’t take very long for a bead of pre to appear, leaning in so you can swipe your tongue over the head, more like a flick than anything else.
You hear him choke back a groan in response, his cock throbbing with want.
Part of you feels pity, the other part is enjoying teasing him so much more than you thought you would.
That wins out, removing your hands from him entirely, allowing it to flex back into his clothed stomach.
You place a kiss at the base of his cock, and another halfway up his shaft, ghosting three fingers along the opposite side.
The air under his desk is getting hotter, playing with him is starting to lose its appeal in favor of actually pleasing him.
Unable to help yourself, you curl your fingers around him with an actual grip, sure by the way he throbs that he’s hard to the point of aching.
You are nearly salivating at this point, sucking the head of his cock into your mouth, running your tongue around it at the same time.
It doesn’t startle you when the chair's armrests creak, sensing the way he’s relaxing into the chair.
He hisses out a singular drawn out ‘fuck’, sitting back in his chair to give you all the room he can.
As you lower your mouth along his shaft you can’t help but expect his hand to push you down, unable to determine if you miss that or not.
All the signs that point to him getting extremely close to climaxing come into view, and in a moment of cruelty, you make a choice.
You let go and remove yourself from him entirely, resting on your calves as you watch him buck up into nothing, the sound of him whining so openly turning you red.
For a moment you enjoy the vulnerability you’ve forced him to show, but then his chair scoots back and you remember who you just edged.
He doesn’t even crouch down, only bending over enough to pull his shorts up and grab you by the arm to yank you out from under his desk, forcing you onto your feet.
Throat dry and mind going blank, you have nothing to say to him, the absolutely enraged expression he’s holding towards you has you cowering.
“Do you get something outta pissing me off? You’re a fucking professional at it.”
He’s speaking low and quiet, which has always scared you more than his yelling.
“Look at me.”, he forces your chin towards him, and you obey with reluctance.
“I-I just want you… I get so needy because I can’t have fun by myself anymore, you set a standard that nothing else reaches…”
Your words are meek, but all in all truthful.
Attempting to appeal to his ego is a desperate move but it’s the only one you have.
He drops his frown for a confident smirk, amplifying your anxiety by ten.
Almost tenderly, he pets over your hair and rests his hand at your waist, the other still firmly holding your wrist.
“Well it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious you want my attention, but are you really hurting for me this badly? On a scale of one to a hundred, how strongly do you feel that way?”
“A hundred, of course!”, you answer him instantly, thinking you’d successfully weaseled out of any consequences.
He raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure? Entirely, no doubts?”
You shake your head enthusiastically, and he chuckles to himself before giving you an oddly passionate kiss.
It’s completely unexpected since you just ruined an orgasm for him but you don’t turn it down, cupping his face as you both open your mouths.
Despite your attempts to speed things up he keeps it slow and sensual.
Suddenly, without any warning, his hold on your hair tightens, tugging you back harshly.
He takes you by your forearm over to the bed, sitting on it and forcing you to lay down on your belly across his lap.
You push at the bed in front of you and try to gain traction on the floor with the one foot that can reach it, a string of whimpered panicky ‘no’s flowing from you.
With little empathy for the stitches he breaks, he roughly tugs your shorts down in one motion, pinning your arm into your back to successfully keep you trapped.
“Count along with them, there’s going to be a hundred and I am not keeping track.”
“A hundred!? What are you crazy!?”, you complain with panic, continuing to struggle.
There’s no verbal response from him, just a hard swat down on your unprotected ass.
Your entire body tenses as you yelp from the painful impact.
As soon as you can say ‘one’ he’s already coming down with the second.
The blanket in front of you is balled up in your hands, head hanging down while your spine arches the most it can.
At number thirty he gives you a break, eyeing up the forming hand prints along your ass and the back of your thighs.
He grabs at the stinging flesh and lets go of your arm, sadistically chuckling to himself when you whimper.
“Oh don’t be such a baby, I’ll cut this short if something happens.”
You look over your shoulder, too smart to make another try for escaping.
“Wh-What would have to happen then?”
Quite honestly, you weren’t the biggest fan of sparring even though you were pursuing the hero career path.
Of course that didn’t mean you’d say no to whenever your best friend asked you.
He could be kind of aggressive at times but hey it proved to be fun whenever you won.
This time, he outsmarted you way faster than usual, and bound your feet to your wrists.
It happened so quickly you barely registered what happened, one moment about in the middle of lunging at him, the next you were on your back and entirely helpless.
For sure it was a strange position to be in, having to keep your legs open and up because of your arms.
“Ah goddamnit! I think that’s the fastest you’ve managed to do something like this.”, you comment as you tug on the new restraints, finding you can’t break the tape since it’s been wrapped several times.
“Can you please get a knife or something?”
You look up at him when he doesn’t respond, finding him staring down at you, pink across his cheeks.
That is so very unusual it’s nearly unbelievable, you can’t understand what’s got him frozen in place.
In all the time you’ve known him he’s never reacted like that for what, to you, is no reason.
“Hey?”, you try again to get his attention but to no avail.
It takes a few seconds, his eyes glancing up to yours and seeing that you’re waiting seeming to be what breaks his spell.
Without a word he grabs a pair of scissors from across the room and kneels down to cut you free.
“So, wanna explain that? Did you not expect to win? Did I do something wrong?”
With a confused laugh you question him, internally hoping there’s nothing amiss.
“Huh? No! There’s nothing you did wrong! It’s fine!”, he gets defensive, avoiding looking at you for too long now.
That just confuses you further.
“Well what happened? You just stared at me for like five whole minutes while I was-!”
Suddenly, it all clicks into place.
Just for curiosity's sake you glance down at his crotch and immediately notice the hard on he’s sporting. How you missed it before this is a mystery.
Your face must show your realization, because he backs up and tugs his shirt down over it as if it does a single thing to hide it.
“Whatever you’re thinking, that isn’t it!”, he shouts accusingly, refusing to look at you.
“It totally is! Oh my god, Sero!”, you can’t help but giggle uncontrollably, not at all disgusted but rather fascinated and entertained.
“How long have you been into bondage, ey?”
“S-Shut up! I’m not!”
With both of you still being on the floor, it’s fairly easy to yank the shirt up, eyeing up the proof.
“You can lie to me but your body is doing a shit job at keeping up the charade.”
He slaps your hand away and grimaces as you continue to laugh.
“Oh c’mon! Don’t pout like that, I’m not gonna tell anyone! Besides, we’re in your room anyways, not like anyone even saw besides me. I’ll just take it as a compliment!”, you say with a dismissive wave.
“It’s embarrassing! Please, don’t tell anyone.”
He groans, rubbing his palms into his cheeks.
You roll your eyes.
“Why on earth would I ever do that? Listen, it’s fine! If anything I’ll always let you tie me up if you make it worth my time.”
It’s exciting to watch his reaction, which was mostly getting even redder.
While part of you was making a joke you were still interested to see what he’d say.
You can't help the giggles bubbling out of you while you climb into his lap, lacing your arms over his shoulders.
“Does that not sound like fun?”
Still, he can’t say anything, his mind drawing a blank as his various attempts to speak fail.
Taking his lack of resistance as a green light, you dip your hand below the waistband of his pants to lightly grope him through the thin material of his boxers.
“Or, maybe, you’d like to be at mine?”, you say with a sweet tone, drawing your pointer finger over his shaft before you reach underneath his boxers.
He watches as you take his cock and curl your fingers around it, a huff of air coming from him as you slowly start to pump.
At first he seems to really enjoy that, though after a solid minute passes, he gets impatient.
When he puts his hand over yours and tries to force you to go faster, you don’t let him.
Keeping the movement almost painfully slow is making him desperate quickly, obvious in the way his eyes are half lidded and he keeps bucking upwards.
You lean close to him and lick a long stripe up the side of his neck, playfully biting at his ear.
To further the tease you squeeze down a bit and speed up your stroking.
Hearing him moan so openly adds to the growing need between your legs, continuing to keep at that pace while you nip at his throat, the way his cock throbs signaling to you that he must be close, and that’s cemented when he really starts thrusting upwards.
The moment you let go he whines from the lack of contact, looking incredibly frustrated and almost upset.
But you don’t let him stew on it long, kissing him with a smile, waiting until he starts to move his lips against your own to pull away.
You get to your feet, leaving him sitting on the floor, miserably edged.
“You’ve got my number, right? Feel free to call me whenever you wanna talk.”
He tries to think of something to say but settles for a nod, which you return before leaving.
Not even ten minutes passes before your phone rings.
It was probably the alcohol buzzing within your veins that emboldened you beyond what you’d ever considered to be what you were capable of, but that didn’t matter.
What did matter was the way she was looking at you, how dangerously close to her you were, the hand you had on her hip and the other cradling her face.
Things were already hazy but the half lidded gaze she aimed your way somehow made your knees weak even though you were sitting, unable to pick between focusing on her eyes or her lips, which looked soft and inviting.
Earlier today she’d come to you excitedly whispering yelling about the alcohol she’d gotten her hands on, though she refused to tell you her dealer you still agreed to have some with her, curious more than you were cautious.
She was usually so vibrantly expressive and loud, so it was strange to have her so quiet, sharing tense eye contact as neither of you really had the nerve to make a move.
It had to have been at least a solid minute of silently assessing the situation, the fact that you were in your own room giving you a confidence boost in the form of familiar territory.
You break and lean in, bumping noses with her as she does the same, she doesn’t care and you don’t either, mashing mouths together with the desperate need only two drunken teenagers can.
Her tongue swipes over your lips and you part them for her, noting how sweet she tastes from the flavored mixed drinks she shared with you, like fake strawberry, you mainly had the birthday cake variety.
A passionate huff leaves you as you wrap your arms around her, wanting to keep her as close as possible.
She pushes you to lay down by your shoulders, briefly disconnecting herself so she can run her hands along your stomach, lifting your shirt up as far as it’ll go before she resumes the spit swapping.
Your muscles twitch under the way she draws patterns all over your exposed skin, so feather light you almost wouldn’t be able to tell it’s happening.
With absolutely no coordination she undoes the buttons on your uniform, impatiently tugging when she can’t get it normally, breaking a few off in the process.
Yet there is patience in the way she’s handling you, once your shirt is open she delicately runs her fingers over the top of your chest, just above the cups of your bra, separating from your mouth to peck at the underside of your jaw.
You tense your thighs and rub them together, wanting more stimulation but not being able to voice it, just hoping she’ll give it to you.
She slowly trails open mouth wet kisses along your neck, settling down between the valley of your breasts while maintaining eye contact with you, cheeks pinker than they regularly were with a debauched smile, confident she’s got you in the palm of her hand.
It was a bit embarrassing to be so vulnerable, but you found it enjoyable since she didn’t draw that aspect of the moment out.
Thankfully you’d worn a bra with a latch on the front today.
She was easily able to undo it, watching your breasts spill free with interest.
You went to hold them but she was quicker than you, kissing at the tender and malleable flesh, her hand tending to the one her mouth couldn’t currently pay attention to.
A quiet mewl sounds from you, squirming and biting your bottom lip, tensely watching while she lavishes her touch sparingly, her fingers groping aimlessly between toying with the sensitive peak, tongue briefly swirling around the other before she went back to sucking small marks into the surrounding area.
She giggled with some minor sadistic glee at the way you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally beg despite the signals your body was sending out, her own core pulsating with need that she could better ignore than you.
“M-Mina…”, you softly call out to her, pulling at her hair when she sucks at your nipple enough to have you hook your legs around her, hips bucking up.
Her teeth nip at the sensitive area, making you whine.
She removes her hand from your breast to lower between your legs, fingers teasing at your cunt over the fabric of your panties, the wet soaking through them not going unnoticed by her.
You whimper when she passes over your clit, both of you feeling it throb immediately.
She shoves her hand under your panties to give you direct contact with the pad of a finger, unable to tease you for much longer.
That sends a tingle down your spine, panting out a moan for her while she toys with it.
Whether it’s to give you a visual or to play with you even more, you can’t tell, her tongue dragging over your nipple and leaving a small trail of drool behind.
A sudden loud noise has both of you jumping internally, slowed reflexes limiting the outside reaction to turning your heads in the direction of it.
Earlier, when Mina approached you, you only agreed if there was a third party present to make sure there weren't any accidents, you’d heard about alcohol poisoning too many times to not be somewhat paranoid about it.
They’d been quickly forgotten, left behind in the background as your increasingly drunk and horny states took over.
Kirishima stood against the wall adjacent to your bed, eyes wide and face redder than his hair, the can of soda he’d been holding sweating enough to slide right out of his hand and onto the floor.
You wanted to be more embarrassed than you were, but being lower than eye level meant you first saw the strained outline of his erection pressed into his pants.
Mina passes you a glance, both of you getting the same idea.
She sits up on her knees, grabbing the back of your thigh to lift it up so he can see between your legs.
“Do you wanna touch her too, Kirishima-kun..?”, she asks innocently, sliding your panties to the side to expose your wet pussy, two fingers spreading the puffy lower lips open, feeling your clit pulse with want while you watch his reaction.
His mouth opens as if he was to say something, though nothing comes out, instinctively palming his hard on to relieve some of the ache as he stares with an unreadable expression.
“Well? I don’t mind having her all to myself,”
She lets the material go as she leans over to kiss you again, her slick coated fingers resting on your stomach.
He clears his throat, drawing the attention back onto him as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.
“Uh, i-if that’d be okay, I um, I really want to.”
It wasn’t as if you were like this back in middle school, there was just something about Iida that brought it out of you.
Making him call you out for dress code violations gave you such a rush that you were practically addicted to it.
At first it was a total accident, you hadn’t even meant to look indecent, the top three buttons of your uniform undone due to how hot it’d been that day.
He called you out on it and said it was a violation of dress code and to fix it immediately.
That day lit a fire in you that you fanned every day after it.
It started light, leaving a few of your shirt buttons undone intentionally, which he’d notice and tell you that you had to fix them.
Now you wear everything as close to an actual violation as you can.
The rest of the 1-A is passive at this point, it being part of the morning routine anymore for Iida to confront you before the first period of class has started.
You haven’t even made it out of the dorms yet today, but admittedly you didn’t expect to get far.
Hearing him call your name from across the common room makes your stomach flutter.
“Fix yourself at once, school is about to start and you’re dressed very inappropriately right now!”, he says with authority as he approaches you, already stressed.
You innocently tilt your head, “Huh? What’s wrong with my uniform?”
He gives you a once over automatically, his eyes widening the further along he goes.
“You need to button up your shirt and wear your skirt properly! It’s inappropriate because I can-!”, his voice catches in his throat as he scans over how much cleavage he can see.
Deciding to be bold this morning, unbutton your shirt halfway down, any movement you make opening it up, though standing still keeps you covered.
Messing with your skirt and tights was far more risky in your eyes so you tended to leave those be, though today you’ve got your skirt low on your hips, wanting to show off your shape.
With a giggle you hold your hands behind your back to draw more attention to that area, laughing louder when doing so forces your breasts to pop free of the shirt entirely, revealing the lacy bra you’re wearing.
“Oops! I guess it is a bit low, isn’t it, class president?”
His face turns bright red as he stammers aimlessly, yanking your shirt closed to cover you up.
You’re not sure when Kaminari and Mineta started watching you, but you do hear them boo.
“We’re not even in the building yet! Let her do what she wants, women have the right to express themselves!”, Kaminari shouts confidently.
Iida turns his head while still holding your shirt closed, “It’d be inappropriate for any of us to be dressed like this! I’d do the same for either of you!”
“You seemed to have an okay time looking, maybe tomorrow I just won’t wear a bra at all.”, you say smoothly.
The way his head whips back around to stare you down makes you choke back another laugh.
His expression says he’s upset, lip between his teeth as his blush darkens.
“What?”, you say with a slight pout as you take his tie into your hands to gently toy with it, “Is that something you’re not interested in?”
He roughly snatches up your wrist and speed walks away from the commons, tugging you along behind him nearly uncomfortably fast.
You wobble a bit off balance but stay upright, unable to keep down a burst of giggles, excitedly following him.
He only lets go once you’re in the bathroom at the end of the hall, frantic as he speaks.
“What is going on with you? We aren’t leaving here until you fix your uniform to school standards!”
“And just what are school standards?”, you ask with the full intent to be difficult.
“You shouldn’t be dressed like that anyways, boys are going to stare and likely make even more inappropriate comments!”
Iida gestures towards you with a frustrated huff.
“Does that include you? I’m kinda curious to hear what you’d have to say about it.”, you respond as you tilt your head, watching him briefly lose his cool.
He scoffs, “Why on earth would you want that kind of attention!”
You take a step forward, cornering him against the door.
“I’d really only want it from you anyways. C’mon, tell me I’m pretty.”
Nervously he forces his eyes to the side, shaking subtly as he does his usual chopping motions.
“This is the most inappropriate things can possibly get! I-I need to go, I shouldn’t be in here at the same time as you! Forgive me for a lapse in judgement!”
He reaches behind himself for the doors handle, failing to find it.
With a single finger you tilt his jaw forward and he freezes in place.
“I’m enjoying it, so don’t worry. You can leave if you want but I think you know it’s not necessary.”
He goes quiet, breathing heavy as he allows his eyes to wander down your chest, unsure of what he’s supposed to do.
You let him do that for a moment, then step back to give him room to scamper away, expecting him to come to his senses and make a swift exit.
What you don’t expect is for his arm to wrap around your waist so he can kiss you.
His eyes are closed but yours couldn’t be wider, hands braced against his chest.
Now it's your turn to blush.
You can feel his heart racing faster than yours, motivating you to stand on your toes to be level with him, weaving your fingers through his hair as you part your lips for him.
Immediately the teasing tone turns to something desperate, swooning for him and relying on him to keep you standing.
He leans forward a bit too much and you stumble backwards some, which he adjusts by picking you up and leaning your back against the stall wall a few steps away.
You lock your legs around him and roll your hips, loving the way he groans from the friction.
His hands squeeze at the underside of your thighs as he rubs against you, getting harder by the second, encouraged by your little mewls.
Parting from him to breathe, you leave your mouth lewdly open, eyes half lidded as you give him your best needy whine.
“This is against conduct and we are breaking so many rules right now,” he says in a low voice as he grabs at your ass, nuzzling into you before giving a kiss to the side of your neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this.”
You hold onto his shirt collar and use it to keep him close, softly sighing pleasurably at the feeling.
You’re so absorbed into the moment that you almost don’t notice the bathroom door open, turning your attention over his shoulder as you tighten your legs around him.
Midoriya freezes once he notices you, turning as pink.
Iida continues pressing kisses to your skin, giving you the idea to openly moan for him just to let the other boy know that he’s your territory.
“Oh, Tenya…”, you mewl while making heated eye contact with Midoriya.
He shivers visibly and blurts out a loud ‘sorry!’ as he slams the door shut, Iida jumping and coming to his senses.
“What was that?”, he asks with panic as he turns as much as he can to look behind him.
“Nothing.”, you say with laughter within the word, “But you should go lock the door before anyone else wanders in.”
His glasses slide down his nose a bit as he turns back to you, startled.
“Anyone else!?”
