Cw: thoughts of SH, not feeling like enough, depression
You break down in his lap, legs folded under you as you sob into his thighs. His hand rests on your head, rubbing softly. “It’s ok, I’m here.” And you just sob harder, words broken as you unload everything on your mind. How badly you feel, how worthless, how he deserves better. Until he lifts you into his lap, arms holding you tight. “I’ve got you, love.” His reassuring words calm you, hands rubbing circles on your back.
“T’fuck you mean you aren’t good enough?” It comes out a little more harsh than he means for it to. He grumbles something you don’t catch, pulling you close and grumbling words of encouragement.
>>Bakugou, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Oikawa
He panics when he asks you what’s wrong and you simply burst into tears. But, he’s immediately pulling you in, words combating what you’re feeling. “No, you’re my perfect girl. I’m so sorry. How can I help?”
He absolutely hates when you feel this bad, he can feel it. It absolutely kills him to see the pain in your eyes. He’ll spend all day laying in bed with you if that’s what you need. Just holding you. Just whispering the reaffirming words you need to hear.
Ft. Hanta Sero, Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Tokoyami Fumikage, Eijirou Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki x F! reader
Cw: nsfw, 18+, group s*x, slight quirk use, fingering, oral, penetration, biting, marking, light choking, hair pulling, little bit of blood, double pen
Kirishima groaned, "Sero, how do you keep up?"
The raven haired hero laughed, maybe a little too loud, "Ah, Denks and Fumikage help me with her more often than you think."
"Gees," the redhead sighed, lifting you into his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up while they rest, yeah?"You nod, cheeks flushed as he carries you to your bathroom.
Turning the water on he sets you down gently, tying your hair back for you. He washes you, hands gentle as he places kisses along the spots he's touching. When he's done you return his treatment, fingers lingering on his scars. He dries your body before he does his own, not bothering to help you dress before scooping you into his arms again.
The other heroes have already started a movie, Katsuki's set out snacks and water. Everyone has taken a spot on your sectional, Hanta on the lounge part, Fumikage, Shoto, Deku, Katsuki, an empty space, Denki and Shinso beside him. Kirishima takes the empty spot, squeezing you between himself and Denki. Hanta chuckles to himself when you wiggle into the red head's side, holding his arm and sliding your legs into the blonde's lap.
You're being as patient as possible, letting them eat the snacks of fruit your boyfriend and Katsuki's set out. Letting the two heroes you're wedged between feed you, giving you sips of water and soft kisses on wherever they can reach. "Good girl," Kirishima coos every time you take the fruit from his rough fingers.
A good bit into the second movie you're restless, wiggling into a position that gives Denki the perfect view of your slit. He bites back a moan, hands smoothing over your thighs. No one else is paying attention to the squelching of his fingers pumping into you, until he uses the slightest amount of his quirk and you gasp.
Kirishima moves so your body is between his legs, back against his chest. His fingers are working over your breasts, pinching and rubbing at your nipples. The blonde shifts to the floor, inching closer to your heat with electrified kisses across your thighs. He pumps his finger slower, leaning down to swirl his tongue around your clit. The louder you are the more hands you feel on your body, mind a little hazy already.
“Please,” you whine, eyes darting between the ones looking over you and rolling your hips.
“Since you asked so nice,” Denki smirks before becoming sloppy while working you.
Hanta’s hands join Kirishima’s, pulling loud moans from you before you’re repositioned. “Hey!” Denki’s protest is almost as loud as yours when Hanta pulls you into his lap.
He positions you so your back is facing him, roughly forcing his fingers into your mouth as he fucks up into you. Fumikage uses the position to his advantage, replacing your boyfriend’s fingers with his cock. Tears mix with drool as you try to focus on breathing, the cock in your throat unrelenting.
“Good girl,” the two are mumbling, nearing their ends. You moan in response, the bird hero occupying your mouth releasing ropes of cum onto your tongue. You swallow, lick your lips and stick your tongue out.
“Top nightstand drawer,” you hear Hanta respond to something you didn’t hear and Denki walks away. When he returns you see a clear bottle in his hand, he’s clicking the lid open and closed as he watches you.
“Shit,” Hanta grunts, holding your hips still until his length stops twitching. Deku lifts you away this time, situating you to face him in his lap.
“Ok pretty girl, want you to focus on me, yeah?” Emerald eyes hold yours until you nod a response. He lets you set your own pace, kissing you while you pleasure yourself. Your hands are tangled in green locks while his tongue wrestles with yours, his moans are matching yours.
You hear the pop of a lid and feel cold slick fingers against your puckered hole, Deku holding your head so you can’t turn. You feel slender fingers work into you, only making your grinding on Izuku more sporadic and needy. Your boyfriend is working his fingers in your hole, something you’re used to, though it doesn’t happen too often.
When he’s satisfied he pulls his hands away, letting Shoto take his place. Scarred hands lean you forward just a little, you feel the pressure of the half and half hero pushing against your entrance. “Please, Sho,” you whine, turning your head the best you can to see him.
“Easy, Doll,” he grips your hips tighter, steeling himself as he pushes farther into you. But, when you buck your hips against the two they decide waiting is over. Slow is over. And they set a harsh pace. "Such a good girl, taking us both," Shoto coos repeatedly to you. Their hands are gripping in different places on your body, memorizing their movements that have your mouth falling open, soundless moans.
Izuku stills first, trying his best to pull out once he's emptied into you. Trying his best to avoid the over-stimulation you practically force on him, pressing your hips harder into him, the hero behind you pushing your hips down harder on the other. "S'too much," he whines, your fingers tugging at his green locks.
"Aw, be a good boy, 'Zuku," you coo, hips still rocking against him as Shoto chases his release. It doesn't take long, not as long as it feels to Izuku. It feels like forever, he's sensitive, overstimulated and crying. "Tears look so pretty on you like this, 'Zuku," you sound full of lust. And that's what pushes the half and half hero over his own peak. He stills inside of you, holding your hips until his cock is spent. The pair kiss you, praising you again before helping you over to Denki's lap and disappearing to clean themselves up.
"Hi there, Sunshine," the electric blonde grins at you, an action that makes your heart flutter.
"Hi, Denks," you giggled, a pink tint touching his own cheeks.
He shifts, laying down on his back as he instructs you to sit reverse on his lap. His fingers spread your cheeks, watching his member disappear into your tight entrance. Leaning you back gently, adjusting your legs, he motions to Shinso. The lavender haired man moves between your thighs, rubbing his leaky tip over your slit before taking his time pushing into you.
Slowly. Too slow. You and the blonde are whining for him, asking for more without words. The brainwashing hero gives the both of you a cocky smirk, only motivating him to go slower.
"Toshi, please," you whine, tugging at his hair. That only earns you him stopping completely, Denki reaching up and grabbing a fistful of your hair as gently as he can.
"Be. Patient," the blonde punctuates his words by bucking his hips up. He doesn't let go of your hair, just pulls a little harder, exposing your neck.
Shinso's thick fingers wrap around your throat, leaning down to bite where his hand isn't covering. And that has you turning into a mess for him. Your walls are fluttering, squeezing the both of them, eyes rolling back as you feel something building inside.
"Come on, Kitty," the two are urging you, praising you, worshiping your body with kisses. The two take turns rubbing circles around your clit, not stopping when you cum for them. Not until they've filled you, cocks twitching as you convulse around them.
"Good fucking girl," they growl together, Shinso kissing your lips as Denki sucks a new bruise onto your neck.
And just like the two previous heroes they lift you onto the next lap and excuse themselves to the shower.
Katsuki's hand are gentle with you, at first, until his lips are smashed against yours. His tongue licks at your lips, fingers digging into your hips. You whine, feeling his fingers let up a little. "It's ok if you bruise me, 'Suki," you assure him, breaking your contact just long enough to say that. And with that he's rough with you again.
"Bed?" He grunts, nodding his head in Kirishima's direction when you give him the yes he wanted. He lifts you, carrying you with ease to the plush bed.
He lays on his side, head propped up on his hand, and you want so badly to tell him he's beautiful. But, you just smile at him, melting into the red head when you feel his hands on you.
Before you know it they have you sandwiched between them. Back to Katsuki, his arm under your knee, holding your leg up. Chest to the redhead, his lips pressed to yours as they push into you, silencing your moans and his own.
You twist your body, a little uncomfortable, to put your arms behind the two men. Both latch on to a perky nipple, groans and grunts matching your moans. Sharp teeth are careful not to puncture your skin, until you're pushing their heads into your breasts. They're careful not to hurt you too badly, tongues soothing over the slightest broken skin.
"Taking us so well," Kirishima praises you.
Your head falls back, eyes rolling back as you soak them.
"Shit," Katsuki grunts, pulling out of you, covering your lower back in white.
"Fuck," Eijirou moans, slamming into you one more time.
This time you aren't passed to another lap, you're lifted carefully and helped into a warm bath. They've added you're favorite scents to the water, your favorite soap to your body, favorite lotion to your body once you're dried.
Your boyfriend pulls you close to him, "How about now, Sweets?" You nod, yawning softly, nuzzling into his chest as he scoops you up.
You're tucked in, a protesting whine leaving you when the group of heroes turn to leave. "Stay," you whisper when they give you a questioning look. Smiles spread across their hard features, making them look so much softer, and they crawl into your oversized bed. Each of them finding some spot on you to lay, your fingers rotating which scalp you're rubbing.
Cw: 18+ nsfw, fingering, oral- m receiving, v penetration, biting, Hawks being rough, praise
Sero sighed, “ok, love. I’ll fix it.”
You groaned, still in Kirishima’s arms, your own arms wrapping around his neck as he shifted you. “Want me to help you clean up, pretty?”
Pink hinted at your cheeks, nodding your head, “please.”
He smiled, disappearing with you to your bathroom. Still holding you, he turns the water on, checking the temperature. His fingers massage your scalp, working your sweet smelling shampoo in. He’s gentle washing the rest of your body, watching you with a gentleness in his eyes as you return the act.
Back in the living room.
"You could call Oijirou, maybe Monoma," Shinso shrugged.
"Maybe, who else could I trust though. When she's like this, phew," he exhaled hard, eyes going wide for a second for emphasis on his words.
Fumikage turns his head, still tired, "What about Hawks? Surely the former number 2 has enough stamina for her...maybe." Sero gives him a nod, the two typing away on their phones.
When Kirishima returns, you in his arms, the majority of them are somewhat dressed with at least sweats.
You're still in the redhead's arms when the doorbell rings, your boyfriend rushing to answer it.
"Perfect," he sighs, returning to the living room.
Your eyes are hazy when you look at the new group of heroes in your living room, hips rocking on Kirishima's fingers. Neito Monoma, Mashirao Ojiro, Keigo Takami. Your face flushed, the squelching sound seemed louder than ever to you.
It happened faster than you processed the actions, Ojiro's cock rocking into your mouth as Monoma pushed into you from behind. You expected the blonde behind you to be rough, but not the cock that was currently making it hard to breathe. You're definitely going to be hoarse after this, your eyes flutter as you blink tears away looking up at him.
"Such a pretty girl, crying for me," your eyes widen when he says this. He's always so gentle, so soft, but not right now. Not with you. But, that just made it harder for you to hold on. You feel yourself getting closer, the more he praises you, the more he tells you how pretty you look the closer you are. He continues mumbling soft praises to you, all the while he unloads in your mouth. Without the cock in your mouth you're louder, rocking back against Monoma. His fingers spread you as he pulls out, covering your slit with his cum.
The older blonde is eyeing you, holding a hand out to help you stand. And no sooner than you're on your feet does he have you lifted against the wall, one leg over his arm, the other around his waist. And he's slamming himself into you ruthlessly. His teeth are rough on your neck, on your nipples, everywhere he bites. His fingers and nails are digging into your flesh, the sensations building another coil inside.
"Kei-keigo," you manage you whine.
That just urges him to be rougher, pistoning into you, his cock head hitting just the perfect spot. And you break. You soak his abdomen, moaning louder than you had for the others. But, he doesn't stop. Not even when he's pumping his cum into you, fucking back into you when it leaks out. Not until he has you cumming for him again, and again, in any position he can bend you.
When he's finally tired he has you cradled in his arms, fingers rubbing circles on all the marks he's left. "Sorry about that," he chuckles softly when you nuzzle into him, coming down from the pleasure.
"You good, Sweet?" Your boyfriend grins, leaning over the couch.
I’m thinking so far about: Ojirou, Tamaki, Hawks, Monoma and maybe some others. But, lmk what you wanna see. I might do 2 separate ones if we have too many. ;)
He can see something is on your mind, he doesn’t have to ask. Your mind is being cruel to you again. It’s loud, so very loud. He sets tea down beside you, your favorite kind, and sits down beside you. He doesn’t say a word, holding his arm out for you bury yourself into his side. He strokes your hair with the other hand, not letting go of his hold on you with the other. “It’s ok, baby.”
“Are you alright, love?” His voice is soft, but it breaks you out of your trance. You’re trying, and failing, to silence the loud thoughts in your mind. When you barely shake your head he’s on his knees in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m here, love.” He almost crying with you.
>>Izuku, Hinata
He isn’t sure what to do, he’s panicking internally. He won’t let you see that though. He worries when you feel this bad. He just sits beside you, letting your head fall into his lap while you cry silently. His hands are occupied with playing with your hair and wiping your tears away.
I’m thinking so far about: Ojirou, Tamaki, Hawks, Monoma and maybe some others. But, lmk what you wanna see. I might do 2 separate ones if we have too many. ;)
I left for a while because I was so down a depressed. I had back to back traumatic events happen. Some of which I’m considering turning into a story here for anyone that needs to know someone relates. Maybe. (Tell me what you think)
But, being back the amount of notifications I get helps me just a little. Maybe that sounds silly, but they do.
Since being back I want to do a little more fluff and comfort as well. <3
