#citrus dome collab

[kingkatsuki]

Devious | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩ú𝐜𝐚 (𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭/𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭), 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐏ú𝐜𝐚í 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥.

Here is my contribution for The Citrus Dome’s Hybrid collab! Please check out the other talented creators here.

Listen, this may or may not be awful because I am definitely not into hybrids but I felt so guilty constantly dropping out of Leah’s collabs I had to try and write something. This is my first time ever writing any kind of creature/hybrid/breeding/whatever this is fic so idk what is going on-

Shout out to @jirou-s and @roggenmuhme for reading through for me! And fangie Baku edit is by @rat-suki​ thank you for letting me use it💕

Summary: Your father has no choice but to give you up to a shapeshifting Pooka.

Warnings: 18+, I have no idea how to tag this?, non-con/dub-con, coercion, predator/prey (kinda), breeding, unprotected sex, shapeshifter/werewolf!bakugou, a/b/o vibes but no knots!

Word Count: 4.3k

You’d been told stories of the Pooka ever since you were a child. They were shapeshifting creatures that could take on any form, many claiming them to be malevolent and if you had the misfortune to run into one to tread lightly. As there was no way of telling whether it would be your last meeting.

It was something you’d never believed, just another fabricated fairytale to try and scare children into compliance. ‘If you’re not good, the pooka will get you’, something that you’d grown out of years ago. Stories that you would pass onto your children, who would pass it onto theirs in tradition. Never something that you would have to worry about or fear now you were of age. The pooka was not a myth or legend you would believe in. That is until you experienced one for the first time.

It was the worst harvest your family had seen for generations, a plague across the crops as you tried to cultivate as much as you could. But it was all in vain. The baskets scattered around the field barely full of wheat as you continued to plough the land. Your father was worried, though he’d never admit it. On his hands and knees as he dug furiously at the ground, his head down as he tried to salvage what little was left of the devastation.

“So much destruction, so much desolation.” You heard a raspy voice speak out, “This would have fed your entire village.”

Your eyes caught sight of an animal you’d never seen before, cloaked in darkness as it stared at you with pointed red eyes, its claws digging into the ground in warning as you felt his gaze bare deep into your soul.

“Get back, beast.” Your father’s men were immediately beside him with pitchforks raised, pointing them towards the creature that now sat at the end of your field, pawing at the dead crops that lay on the dry ground.

“I know you’re not foolish enough to try and better a pooka, old man.” The beast challenged, watching as the men lowered their pitchforks slightly, glancing between each other as they tried to decipher what to do, “Especially not without a full harvest.”

You could hear the taunting tone of his voice as you watched him step closer, the large pads of his paws crunching underneath the dead wheat on the ground, absolutely no fear in his eyes at the threat of violence as he neared the centre of the field where you stood.

“Such a pity-” You could tell from the tone of his voice that he didn’t care your village had lost months of cultivation, “How long did this take to grow? Three? Four months?”

“How do we know this wasn’t you, beast?” You growled, stepping towards the creature as it sat in the barren field, “We had a full harvest here until you came along.”

The creature focused its gaze on you, his eyes watching your bold movements as your father held you back. You felt scared beneath his gaze, this was something that you’d only heard about in stories, old tales retold generation after generation. You were certain it wasn’t real, but here he was. A darkened shapeshifter standing in front of you, cloaked by a darkened veil. The stories you’d been told as a child were now true before your very eyes. He’d taken on the form of a wolf-like creature, a long snout between glowering red eyes as he shook his mangy coat.

“Forgive her, she doesn’t- she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Your father tried to push you behind him, to quieten you like he always did.

“You don’t know me, girl. But I know you-” The creature ignored your father, closing the distance between you, “Many years ago this was my land, it was more than capable of harvesting years of crops. In the right hands-”

His eyes flashed towards your father with a slight upturn of his lips that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Until it was taken from me, taken from us-”

You watched as his tail swished against the muddy ground, a flurry of produce appearing beneath him. Your eyes widening in surprise at how easily he was able to conjure up these crops as your father’s men rushed to harvest them, the Pooka’s tail dancing back against the same spot as the food soon turned back to dirt.

“I could make it come back,” The creature smiled devilishly, red eyes catching your gaze as you watched his lips curl into a smirk, “If you would do something for me.”

“Name it. We’ll do anything.” Your father obliged compliantly, his hands clasped together in desperation as he waited for the creature's demands.

You felt his gaze fall upon you, nodding his snout towards your frame, “Her.”

“What?” You shot back in confusion, what did he want with you? What did you have to offer?

“We have livestock,” Your father bartered.

“I’ve seen your livestock.” The pooka taunted, “Hardly enough to feed your village, nevermind satiate my need.” His tongue slipped out to lash against his lips hungrily, watching your form as you stood behind your father.

“It’s that easy.” The pooka stretched, sitting back on its hind legs as it waited for a response, “Her or nothing.”

You hadn’t expected your father to agree to the terms, thinking he would have found another way, but instead, you were being taken deep into the woods by your new captor. This had to be a dream, your eyes taking in the sight of the wolf-like creature who was prowling ahead of you. Crossing your arms as you pinched the soft skin, trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening. You could try to run, the forest dense with trees and foliage. You definitely would be unable to outrun him, but maybe you’d be able to hide long enough to make your escape.

“Don’t even think about running,” The beast spoke in front of you, “I could destroy your entire village in one night if you do.”

It was futile.

“How does it feel knowing your father gave you up so easily?” The Pooka smirked, turning back to face you as he walked on four paws.

“You didn’t give him a choice,” You murmured, trying to rub away the tear stains against your cheeks.

“Well, there’s always a choice, Princess.”

“It was either me or my entire village, that’s no choice. If you hadn’t destroyed our harvest-”

“Are you blaming me, girl?” The creature cut you off with a snarl, backing you into a corner as you felt your back hit the hardwood of an oak tree. Wide eyes watching as he increased his form, towering over you as vermilion eyes bored into your own, his body shapeshifting into human form, “Your fathers own greed put you here, nothing else.”

“So it wasn’t you that killed our crops?” You chanced, your heart beating harshly against your ribcage as you maintained eye contact, not wanting to show fear, “You’re not the reason he had to do this?”

“Now why would you think something like that?” Your eyes focused on the creature as its form began to change again, the golden fur that covered his body now shifted to pale skin. His face changing from a pointed snout to a chiselled face, stubble scattered along his jawline as he wrapped a human hand around your neck. You were shocked at how attractive he was in this form, almost like he had been able to decipher your greatest fantasies and manifest them into this trickery. Even through the transformation, you couldn’t ignore something that had definitely stayed the same. Those piercing red eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.

“Like what you see?” His voice held an air of arrogance as you tried to avoid looking down at his thick cock, curving towards his abdomen as the tip glistened with pre, “Tell me,”

“What do you want with me?” You trembled beneath his gaze, already vulnerable being alone with such a beast.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gave a rut of his hips against you, his cock brushing your hip as your face flushed, “You.”

“What if I-” The pooka quickly cut you off.

“You belong to me, that was the deal.” His paws stomped in the grass beneath you, his body pressed flush against yours as he pinned you to the tree. His warm breath fanning against your face as he bared his teeth, pointed fangs curving downwards fiercely.

“A deal I didn’t agree to.” You swallowed thickly, feeling his hand tighten around your windpipe, a strangled gasp leaving your lips, “Pooka, please-”

“Call me Bakugou.” He gave another pronounced roll of his hips, his pre-cum smearing against the skirt of your dress uncomfortably, staining the fabric as your back scratched roughly against the rough bark of the tree. “And it doesn’t matter what you want, Princess. You’re mine now.”

Before you had a chance to object he silenced you in a desperate kiss, his tongue lashing against your closed lips as he tried to grant himself access. His fingers clenching harder around your neck as you struggled to breathe, your mouth gasping for air as he delved inside. Your chest tightening as he stroked his tongue against your own, deepening the kiss. His human hands all over you, unabashedly groping your thighs. His teeth clashed against your own unceremoniously as low, feral grunts came from deep in his chest.

This felt wrong, but you were trapped. There was no way you’d be able to escape now, and what would happen if you did? With no crops, your entire village would surely starve. It was the only way. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bakugou grasped one of your breasts, palming the soft mound as you moaned against his lips. Arching your back from the tree as you meld into his touch, crying out in surprise as he ripped the fabric of your dress with his sharp nails.

You couldn’t avoid the pleasure ebbing away inside you, taking over your senses and clouding your coherent thoughts. The only thing on your mind now was the innate pleasure that Bakugou was providing you, keening as you leaned into his touch. Watching as he buried his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent as he rutted his hips against your own.

“I can smell how much you want me, Princess.” Bakugou bit down on your throat, pulling a startled cry from your lips as he swiftly began to lap at the wound he’d given you, “How needy you are for me, why deny it?”

His voice rumbled against your skin, your cunt throbbing between your thighs in desperation. You wanted him to touch you, to help quench this desire that flowed through your veins. It was a feeling you couldn’t decipher, no words enough to describe the insatiable thirst you felt. Your body betrayed your rational senses as Bakugou’s hands stroked along your sides, calloused pads of his fingers digging into your skin, scratching against the surface almost uncomfortably as you arched your back into his touch.

“Please-” You gasped when he wrapped his lips around one of your taut nipples, lashing his tongue against the nub as you felt his teeth graze the surface, tweaking the other between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to rut his hips against you, “More-”

“Please, more?” Bakugou replied smugly, mimicking your needy voice as he blew cool air against the saliva coating your nipple, “That’s not what you were saying a moment ago, little one.”

“I- I- just-” You stuttered, feeling him move to give your other breast the same attention, his lips wrapping around the hardened peak as you shuddered.

“I- I- I-” Bakugou sneered mockingly, “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? What a pathetic slut.”

Bakugou moved his hands to tug the destroyed fabric off your body, leaving the torn material of your dress on the forest floor. No longer able to keep your modesty as his fingers delved between your thighs, pulling more gentle whimpers from your lips.

“You’re glad your father gave you to me,” He continued, watching the way you tried to angle your hips so he touched your clit, “I didn’t even need to ask him, you would have come with me by choice.”

“No,” You denied, “It’s not true. I wouldn’t have-”

“Yeah fuckin’ right.” He smirked as he pressed his fingers against your panties, feeling how soaked the fabric was against his touch, “You’re drenched.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling a tightness whirring inside you as you involuntarily ground yourself against his touch. Bakugou pressed his thumb against your clit through the fabric as he watched in glee as you began to pleasure yourself against his touch, hungrily searching for your own release.

“Look at how selfish you humans are,” He stopped his motions against your clit and watched with glee as you tried feebly to grind yourself against it, “It’s always about what you want, what you need, that inherent greed you all seem to possess.”

Your lower lip trembled as you fought back tears, disgusted with your body for betraying you in such a way, watching as Bakugou’s nose scrunched as he sniffed the air. Clearly smelling your desire for him at this moment, you wished you could stop yourself from succumbing to his touch.

“What about me, girl?” His hand curled into your hair, tugging it harshly as you felt your scalp throb from his touch. Unforgivingly forcing you to the ground beneath him as your knees rubbed against the muddy grass, maintaining his hold on your hair as he kept you facing his thick cock. His free hand wrapped around his girth as he stroked the tip along your pursed lips, smearing his pre against them as he began to tap the underside against your chin.

“You better show me how grateful you are that I helped your family, they’re alive because of me.”

Pearly tears clung to your lashes as you gazed up at the beast, your chest heaving as you pursed your lips together in defiance. Two of his fingers grasping your nose as he cut off your air supply, a low rumble in his throat as he growled at your actions.

“I see you still need to be taught your place,” Bakugou snarled, focused on the way your eyes rolled back “You’ve been much harder to break than the rest.”

Your body soon betraying you as your lips parted with the ardent need to breathe, gulping in large wisps of oxygen as you tried to settle the lightheaded sensation, Bakugou’s hand grasping your hair to keep your body upright as his hips surged forward. Forcing the thick tip of his cock between your lips, instantly pushing it to the back of your throat without giving you a moment to adjust. The sensation making your throat convulse, gagging around his girth as your teeth scraped against the underside of his cock. A low hiss leaving his lips as he held you tight against him. Watching as tears continued to clump in your lashes and trickle down your cheeks as he held you steady. Saliva gathered in your mouth as it helped lubricate his cock, drool spilling down your chin as Bakugou started a slow, steady pace inside you.

“Humans are so fuckin’ pathetic,” His hands curled into your hair, sharp fingernails digging at your scalp as he held your head tight, beginning to push his cock inside your mouth with each roll of his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat with each forward thrust as you gagged around him.

Tears spilling down your cheeks as you glanced up at him through wet lashes, his messy fur brushing against your skin with each pronounced movement. You tried to think of something, anything to distract you from the momentum. To try and stop yourself from clamping down on his cock as you struggled to breathe. The crude moans and snarls leaving his lips only had your heart pounding harder in your chest as you wondered what was next.

Maybe this was all he wanted and he would allow you to return to your family, to see the full summer's harvest that should be waiting for you. Maybe this was all a dream, something you’d wake up from in a few hours and learn it was just a trick of the mind. But the painful throb at the back of your head told you otherwise, the sharp scratch of his nails against your skin as he used your mouth for his own gain told you that this was real.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Your legs ached from being against the cool, muddy forest floor as you stood, Bakugou quick to press your chest against the trunk of the tree as he stepped behind you. His body flush against your own as you felt his hard cock pressed snugly between the swell of your ass.

“I am nowhere near done with you,” He snarled against your ear as he slipped his thick cock between your thighs, rolling his hips as the length brushed through your folds.

“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” He murmured, teeth nipping your earlobe as he eased his hips back, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, “Someone to carry the bloodline.”

“W-what?” The realisation dawned on you of what he actually wanted, “Please, no. I can’t-”

“You can, and you will.” He snarled, without warning the swollen head of his cock slowly stretching out your tight hole, feeling your inner walls spasm around the intrusion as you tried to stop it from happening.

“No, no, no. I can’t-” You cried, trying to move your body away from him, but you were trapped.

“You were just begging me for more and now you’re asking me to stop? Liar.” He snarled, spit flying from his jaw as it landed against your exposed back and neck.

“I wasn’t, I didn’t mean it-” You wailed incoherently, unsure of what you could say to make him stop. He’d already made it abundantly clear he saw you as no more than a possession, a commodity that he could do with as he pleased. Your eyes still wandering around the woods erratically, hoping for some kind of sign of escape or rescue.

“You’re mine now, you do whatever I say.” Bakugou pressed his hips further, feeling you continue to clench around him as he buried more of his length inside your inner walls, “Every part of you belongs to me.”

“Please,” You sobbed, “Please just let me go home-”

“If you do as I say I’ll return you to your family,” Bakugou’s movements paused, his hand stroking along your spine almost soothingly as he waited for your response.

“P-promise,” You cried, your lower lip trembling as you allowed yourself to relax, to believe him.

“Promise.” Bakugou repeated. From your position you were unable to see the sly smirk on his lips as he finally surged forward, burying his cock inside you to the hilt. The movement causes your cheek to press against the cool bark as you felt it scratch your skin.

“Fuck,” He snarled, cherishing the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him, “You were worth the wait.”

“You don’t think it’s a coincidence that of all the villages I picked yours?” He smirked as he began to slowly roll his hips against yours, “I’ve been watching you.”

“Y-you, what?” Your head was swimming with emotions as you tried to decipher what he meant, he’d been watching you? “So it was you that destroyed our harvest.”

“But I gave it back, didn’t I?” He smirked, grunting as your cunt continued to squeeze around his cock, “Fuckin’ tight-”

You whimpered as he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the desolate forest as you were pushed against the hardwood of the oak tree, your breasts scraping against the bark with each rut of his hips, irritating your puffy nipples.

“I could have easily stolen you away,” His hands tightened their grip on your hips, sharp nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake, “But this? This was far more fun. Your father has probably forgotten about you already. He gave you up so easily, after all.”

You tried not to think about your father at this moment, was he thinking about you? Was he looking for you? Did he even care? The pooka was right, he did give you up so easily.

“Shit,” He snarled from behind you, the ridges of his cock catching against your silky walls as he dragged his cock in and out of your slick heat. Greedily chasing his own release as you continued to flutter around him.

You squealed when you felt his palm come down hard against your ass, your skin prickling as you tried to move away from his touch. Your body caged between his and the tree trunk. Bakugou repeated the motion, eager to pull more of those sounds from your lips as he watched the swell of your ass ripple with the motion of his smack, making your velvety heat clench around him.

“You’re going to look so perfect carrying my pups,” Bakugou snarled, sharp fangs biting down onto the apex of your neck to draw blood, the metallic taste seemingly heightening his senses as his pace increased. His harsh ruts bruising the round mounds of your ass painfully as he chased his own release, “So full and round.”

“No, please. I don’t want to- I can’t-” Your words were slurred as your head continued to knock against the tree trunk, a dull thud echoing around the woods.

“Your body says differently, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a hand down on your abdomen, feeling the way his cock stretched you out. Imagining how you would look carrying his litter, the thought making him growl possessively behind you.

You felt the coil inside you impossibly close to breaking, your inner walls squeezing his cock as you felt your own climax wash over you. Bakugou’s hand pressed against your abdomen helping to ease you into your orgasm as your toes curled. Your fingertips scraped against the bark of the tree as you began to shake in the tremors of your bliss. Your legs almost giving way as Bakugou pressed his body harder against yours, trapping you between the hard surface of the tree and his back as he continued to use you for his own need.

“That’s it, you filthy girl. You wanted me to breed you, didn’t you?” He snarled as he felt your cunt continue to milk his cock in the ripples of your orgasm, “You want me to fill you up with my cum. Have you carry my child-”

“No, please-” You trembled, trying to turn your head to face him, “I can’t.”

“We should show your father how desperate you were to be filled with my pups.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a palm down against your back, pressing your chest against the wood as it rubbed your skin raw, greedily rutting his hips into your tight heat.

The scent of sex mixed with the damp mildew of nature, the smell mixing with your senses as delirium began to take over, feeling lightheaded as Bakugou continued his harsh pace behind you. Your mind trying to focus on anything but the pain your body felt, the intense stretch he was creating as he continued brutalising your body. Bakugou’s hand reached up to tug at your hair, craning your neck to a difficult angle so he could see the expression on your face. The way your lips contorted as he fucked into your tight cunt, his vermilion eyes in slits as he chased his own release.

Bakugou’s hips moving feverishly, his fanged teeth biting down on your skin to leave fresh marks as he claimed you as his own, your cunt milking his cock as he teetered on the edge of his climax.

“You’re mine.” He growled possessively, fangs biting down onto your shoulder as he bottomed out, his cock throbbing as his climax followed swiftly after your own.

Thick, white spurts of his release coating your inner walls as he stayed buried inside you. His cock slowly decreased in size as he came down from his high, his tongue moving to lash against the wounds that he had left against your skin, the marks marring the pretty flesh as he panted behind you. Keeping himself buried deep inside your velvety walls to keep you full of his cum, giving a few sloppy ruts as he regained his breath.

When he pulled out of your abused body you could no longer hold yourself up, trying to splay your palms against the trunk of the tree before your legs gave way, sliding onto the muddy floor as you shivered, your clothes a pile of fabric beside you that were now soiled with dirt.

“You’ll let me go now, right?” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your legs as you curled into yourself. Feeling his release seeping from your convulsing walls as the moisture slick against your thighs, “That’s what you said-”

“I’m sorry, Princess.” Bakugou’s hand stroked the top of your head, bending down on his haunches beside you, “Didn’t they tell you never trust a Pooka?”

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Little Lamb

This is my first collab piece and is part of Citrus Dome Server Hybrid AU Collab! Please Please check out all of the other amazing creators apart of this collab! 

CW: Dirty talk, slight creeping from another hybrid, overall NSFW 

You were always warned about the potential dangers of working for a hellhound. How they prey on hybrids like yourself and how you should be on your toes. Who had ever heard of a sheep hybrid working well with a hellhound? But you persisted, accepting the position of personal assistant to one Enji Todoroki. 

You knew it would be challenging, but you were ready, always looking up to the large flame hound with reverence and adore. The first day was an odd one. Arriving early, you made his coffee and had his morning coffee prepared. When he came, you couldn’t help but stare up at him as he walked by; bowing slightly, you say, “Good Morning, Sir. My name is (y/n)-” “I know who you are.” He says curtly. As he looks you up and down, you notice the slight flare of his nostrils. His pupils turn into slits as he leans down to your level to look at you. Leaning close to your neck, he sniffs a few times before standing tall. Your cheeks burn as you worry about how you smell. “Hm...Precious.” He says before he walks into his office. You stand for a second, stunned, before trailing behind him with your clipboard. 

The next few months were...interesting, to say the least. You had always heard and seen on TV how intimidating and standoffish he was but, as you worked with him more, you got to see those soft cracks. He even invited you to join him for mundane things as the months went along. Dinners and lunches became almost routine; your professional and personal lives seemingly bleed together. He became softer to you, and you felt that you could confide in him when things got tough for you. He also became highly protective of you, not as if you needed it. Being able to handle your own in a work environment filled with predator alphas was a skill you learned quickly before working for him. However, you did notice how Enji would growl at younger employees who would flirt with you or place a protective hand around your waist during meetings with other heroes. Especially whenever the no. 2 hero Hawks would come around. The young griffon hybrid had taken a liking to you a while into your employment. Always finding an excuse to follow you around and compliment you endlessly on your physique. 

“Honestly, Enji. How can you work with such a plush and tasty one like that? I’d have them bent over my desk in a heartbeat.” Hawks would tease slightly as he watched you. Enji would growl possessively, telling Hawks to knock it off. “They’re a loyal employee. I’m grateful to have someone as determined as them.” He would say. Pausing a moment to indeed look over your form, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips and thighs. Yearning to know what it would feel like to have his fingers in the softness of your curls, brushing fingers across your cute ears. His eyes finally ended on your tail, wagging excitedly as you wrote down dates and appointments on the large calendar you had insisted on putting up for him. Saying, ‘That way, even if I’m not here, I trust you won’t be totally lost.’ He grunted at the notion but had to hide his blush at the bright and warm smile you gave him. “They are..attractive. But that has no bearing on work ethic Hawks.” He says as he forces his eyes back down to the papers in front of him. 

You walk up to his desk, setting down a few papers before leaning over. “Ok, so this is the plan for the next few weeks. I’ve scheduled a few interviews and appearances and spaced them out, so you have some time to prepare.” You begin as you point to different dates and times. You were wearing a relatively low-cut maroon dress; Enji had mentioned once that the color looked good on you. With your hair pulled back, anyone could get a nice view of your assets. It became clear when Enji glanced over to see Hawks unabashedly staring at your chest. The rage that filled him was something he had never experienced before. Standing up, he gripped Hawks arm, pulling him towards and out the door before closing and locking it. You stopped your explanation, watching, confused as your boss’ flames grew slightly before extinguishing entirely as he walked towards you. “Sir? Is everything ok?” You asked. Enji stood in front of you, looking you up and down before settling on your face. With one hand, he gently pushed a stray lock of curly hair behind your ear. Entranced by how your brown skin shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Cupping your face gently, he brushed the apple of your cheek, smiling softly as you leaned into his hand. You held onto his wrist with your much more petite hands—ears flattening as you looked up at him with a smile. “Y/N…Is it..alright if I kiss you?”, He asks. Your eyes widen as his thumb grazes your lips; you nod quickly, not wanting to wake up from this dream. He leans down, gently pressing his lips against yours. You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whimper softly. He tastes like hickory and coffee, and your tail shakes excitedly as you feel his hands grip your hips. Pulling back, he stares at your face, eyes half-lidded and soft pants escaping your plump lips. Growling softly, he lifts you up; walking back to his chair, he sits down, placing you on top of his desk. 

“Do you know how many times I have to excuse myself because I can smell how horny you are?” He says as he kisses your neck, fingers gripping your plush thighs as he gently pulls them apart. “You smell so fucking delicious, like milk and honey.” He says as he kisses down the valley of your breast. His tail thumping against his chair as he reaches behind to grip the zipper of your dress. “May I?” He asks as he looks up at you. You nod again, face flushed as you hold his face in your hands. “You can do whatever you want, Sir. I’ve waited so long for this.” You say as you feel him lower our zipper, gently pulling down the straps of your dress. He growls softly as he sucks on one of your nipples, pinching and pulling on the other. Hearing your soft moans and pleas for him to give you more, the gentle tugging of his hair as you press yourself into him. As he switches to your other breast, he lets one hand roam, squeezing your thighs and ass before reaching your tail. So soft and short, he can’t help but tug it gently, kneading it as he milks your tits. Your soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears as he continued to ravish you. One of your hands rubbed his fluffy ear, making him growl and bite your nipple. Pulling back, he kisses down your soft stomach, kissing every stretchmark before he reaches your mound. Getting on his knees, he looks up at you, gently rubbing your clit with his thumb as he kisses the inside of your thighs. You moan louder, bucking your hips against his fingers. “Are you ready little lamb? To have this wolf eat you?” He asks as he continues to rub your clit. You nod quickly, spreading your legs more as you whimper softly. “Please, Enji. Eat me~.” 

His resolve snaps as he lunges in; licking your hole gently, he groans. You taste so good, so sweet. His tail thumps against the floor as he thrusts his tongue into your entrance. Fingers digging into your thighs as he slowly moves his tongue inside of you, nose brushing against your clit. It feels like hours go by as he devours you, drinking you down as he gently coaxes orgasm after orgasm from you. Deciding you’re ready, he stands up; as he begins to undo his belt, you stop him. Moving to kneel in front of him, you undo his belt and pull out his cock, drooling slightly at how heavy it is in your hands. It throbs as you stroke it gently, feeling every vein and ridge as you grip the base. Looking up at him with big eyes, you begin to take him into your mouth. Whimpering as you take more of his cock down your throat. He groans above you, gently placing a hand on your head, admiring your curls and how soft they feel. You whimper as you struggle taking the last two inches of his cock, choking and drooling as you keep trying. Enji can’t take it anymore and grips your head; thrusting deeply, he holds you to the base, rutting against you as he moans loudly. “Fuck Y/N! I’m gonna cum down that slutty mouth of yours.” He growls.  

Your tiny hands grip his hips as you feel his cock pulse in your throat. Cumming down your throat as he whines, tail wagging like crazy. Pulling back, he holds onto your cheeks, tilting your face up to him to examine you. What he wasn’t expecting was your blissed-out eyes and mouth open, filled with his cum. Gulping it down and showing their mouth empty again. Lifting you up and laying you back down on the table, he spread your legs, rubbing your clit gently as he stroke his cock. “Ready little lamb?” He asks as he gently presses the tip of his cock against your entrance. Nodding frantically, you mewled, reaching up for him. “Please, Enji...Breed me~ I wanna feel your fat cock inside me so bad!” You moan out as you look up at him. Desperately holding himself together, he sheaths himself slowly inside, growling at your walls constricting around his cock. His claws grew and dug into your plush thighs as he pushed them to your chest, licking his lips at your soft stomach and tits as he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his cock press against your cervix, throbbing by the second. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your whimpers, your soft skin under his large hands. It was all too much; Baring his fangs, he began thrusting hard and deep inside. Making you whine louder and hold onto his forearms. The slapping of his balls against your ass rang loudly throughout the room as he began to quicken his pace. Lifting you up, he held you close, snarling in your ear as he bounces you on his cock, claws drawing blood as they sink into the flesh of your ass. “Fuck..You fit so well on my cock; how does it feel to be a cock sheath little lamb.” He growls as he feels you cum around his cock. You can barely speak, eyeliner and mascara streaking down your face as you thought your pussy clench around him. “S-so good! Your cock feels so good!” You babbled as you tried to hold onto him. He chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck as he sits back in his chair, bouncing you on his cock while he watches your face. Flushed out and crying from overstimulation, he can’t help but think you’re ethereal. The look in your eyes is one he hasn’t seen towards him in a while, one of pure love and admiration. “Enji. Enji, I love you.” You say so sweetly to him; he reaches up and cups your face gently, you grind your hips down on his cock. Taking some control, you begin to bounce on his cock slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. “Fuck. I love you more, Y/N. Fuck I want to keep you to myself. Always so jealous of letting those lackeys seeing what’s mine.” He growls as he watches you bounce on his cock. Leaning up to suckle on one of your breasts as he holds you closer to him. One of his ear twitches, listening around, he notices you both aren’t alone. You see, he’s distracted, lifting his head up to stop bouncing, whimpering softly. “Enji...is everything ok?” You asked worriedly. The sunset reflects off of your e/c eyes, making them shimmer and glow. He lifts you up again, spinning you around and rolling you both towards the window. Spreading your legs wide, he slowly thrusts up into you, kissing your hair and gently rubbing your clit. “Just relax for me, little lamb. You need to if you’re gonna take my knot.” He says as you start to feel something else slowly bumping against your entrance. You begin to relax before beginning to comprehend what he said. Before you can even ask him to explain, he grips your hips, slamming you down onto his knot. You feel his knot press against your g-spot, sending you over the edge, squirting on his cock with your legs shivering. His piercing blue eyes, staring off outside as he bites down on your shoulder, you only let out a squeal as he starts thrusting inside faster, rutting against you. He can’t help but get you on the floor, thrusting down, determined to make you cum again before he fills your womb. You’re marked up and bruised, still looking like an angel to him as he finally holds you close to him. Howling softly as he fills your tiny cunt, letting you pant softly and regain your composer as he pets your head. Looking up to meet golden eyes across the way to the top of the building. 

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[teddieh]

12 years 8 days & Counting.

(Villain!Deku x Hero!Fem!Reader)

Hiya! Here’s my piece for the lovely, beautiful @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​‘s  Citrus Dome Sever Collab. You can read the other entries here! 

Rating: E, NSFW. 

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Emotional rides. Bullying (not on behalf of the main party).

Sidenotes: No character hate! Issues within the plot are for the purposes of plot guys. The reader has a healing quirk, she can transfer wounds from others onto herself. This is also my first fully fledged fic, so I hope you guys enjoy. 🥰

Word Count: ~15k (Almost)

Thank you so much for being my Beta Reader and making my banner @katsontherun! I love it and Ily girl ;; thanks so much.

“Kacchan! W-wait! Give it back!” He cries, small voice cracking. His wide green eyes are filled with puddles of tears. “That's my notebook!” Midoriya whimpers, sitting on his knees in sage green T-shirt and forest green shorts. His freckled cheeks are stained with previous tears, moss hair a fluffy mess. There are scars and scratches on the skin of his legs, crumbs rolling up from the palm of his hands.

“Haa? As if! Stupid Deku! Shouldn’t have had it out if you didn’t want somebody to take it!” Bakugou hisses, red eyes gleaming in the summer sun. The cicada’s buzzing in the afternoon sky, colors a flushing tangerine. “Besides, if you’re really smart you wouldn’t need this stupid notebook. It's just because you’re quirkless! You think taking notes is gonna make you a hero or somethin’? It won’t!”

Your ears perk up from the swingset. Your palms wrapped around the metal of the chains, your legs swinging back and forth, air sweeping you up beneath the faded blue seat beneath you. The green haired boy and the blonde were often seen on this playground, bickering about something or other. You usually didn’t pay it that much attention, instead opting to play by yourself and the occasional other child. 

However, today’s events finally caught your ears. The blonde boy stood with his two friends, grinning brightly at the little green boy. Both boys were covered in dust, little brown specks of dirt from playing all day. The notebook the young green haired boy always carried, was held high in the hand of the blonde boy instead. His little palm was outstretched, keeping the distance between him and the other boy by sparks flying off in his palms, “If you want it back, come get it Deku!” 

You frown at that, why would that boy bully him? From what you’d seen, the green haired boy, whose name you assumed was Deku, had only ever been nice, excitedly following and playing with the other boys, even when they shoved him or made him the butt of their jokes. You frowned. This was the last strike.

You hop off of the swing, palms and knees brushing into the woodchucks. You stand up, stumble a bit for a second before you slap your hands together to get the dirt off and then wipe off your shorts and your knees. Your frown deepens. Your little heart pounding in your chest. You puff it out, eyebrows furrowed and chubby cheeks puffing up as you grab your bookbag seated at the foot of the swingset and make your way over to the boys. 

“Kacchan, really! Please! Give it back!” Deku stands, attempting to lunge forward to grab his notebook back. His fingers brush the end of the leather notebook before Bakugou shoves him back with his freehand, palm lightly sparkling and causing a brown handprint to form on his sage shirt from his quirk. Deku falls to the ground with a oof, and you, seeing it, take off in a sprint. “Hey! Buttfaces! Stop that!”

You screech, soft voice louder in pitch and slightly deeper in timbre. You try to make your voice sound more masculine to seem more intimidating and rush up to the four boys. You drop to your knees, soft palms smoothing over Deku’s shoulders as you help him sit up, “Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Deku frowns, a soft groan escaping his lips as he rubs the back of his head. His ears rang slightly, he’d bumped his head on the way down. He shuddered, “I-i think so..” He mutters and you huff and turn to glare at the blonde boy. “What the hecks your problem?!” You stand up quickly, fingers clutching the arms of your backpack. “You’re always bullying him! He ain’t never did nothin’ to you, and you still bug him! You need’a stop usin’ him like a toy or somethin’! Gimmie that notebook you fat faced rat!” 

“Rat!? You’re the only rat here you bat!” Bakugou’s eyebrows furrow and he frowns, his fingers curling around the notebook as he squares his shoulders and glares back at you. You stand your ground, stepping up into his face. Deku watches on, his eyes wide. You don’t waver, your eyes glaring into both of his. You wouldn’t let this stupid boy intimidate you. “You’re the fat faced rat! You look like a rat found blonde hair dye! Gimmie that book, it ain’t yours.” You hiss.

The two boys behind Bakugou are quiet, quite surprised that someone else was standing up to him. They look at eachother, briefly glance at Midoriya, then frown and one of them speaks. “Hey Bakugou, maybe we should go?” Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches as he glances back at his friend. “Huh?! Why would we go?! This stupid girl doesn’t scare me! If you’re scared you go, punk!” He hisses, whipping his head back to yours, so close his head almost knocks into yours. You huff hard through your nose, then reach forward to snatch the notebook from his hand. “Give it here!” You shout, and Bakugou screeches, “No!” his voice rising higher in pitch. You growl and curl your hands into fists and screech,“GIVE IT!” and lunge at him. The both of you tumble onto the ground in a mess of limbs and flailing fists. Bakugou lets out a squeal as the two of you tussle on the ground. He drops the notebook in the process and his chubby hands begin pushing back into yours. 

“Kacchan stop!” Midoriya calls, sitting up on his knees to approach the two of you, but he winces and sits back down. You, in all of your ferocity, heave another scream and use your bookbag to whack him in the face. Bakugou’s anger flails, his face red as he shoves into your chest with both his palms, the sparks in his palms going off.

You cry out, “OUCH!” body recoiling in pain. The feeling of poprocks having been popped against your skin through your shirt left a lingering soreness. Luckily, Bakugou’s quirk was still weak for a young boy new to his quirk, so it only felt like something really hot had popped against you. You hiss, rubbing your side. Your knees scraped up from the tussle. You lift up the bottom of your t-shirt to see a slight bruise had formed where bakugou had shoved you and activated his quirk.

His eyes widen for a second, and everything goes quiet. All four boys stare at you in silence, Midoriya’s eyes wide. Bakugou’s too, though even at a young age his pride overpowered his personality. “Y..You shouldn’t have hit me, bat face!” He whines out, though the air stood still as you looked at yourself. Time passes in a beat before a name is called, “Akira!” “Shoot!” One of the boys behind Bakugou gives a full body shudder as he looks back to see his mother standing at the entrance of the park. He swallows and then looks at Bakugou and the other boy. “We’ve gotta go, c’mon Bakugou!” Both young boys try to tug Bakugou up by his arms but Bakugou shoves them off. “I don’t need your stupid help! I can get up by myself.” He grunts, sliding himself up to his knees and standing up before he brushes himself off. “Idiots.” He huffs, taking one last glance back at you and Midorya before he stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks off with the other two boys.

You take a deep breath, huffing and letting yourself calm down after the other boys leave. You shake your head as you reach over to grab the wrinkly skinned leather notebook. You gently brush it off, blowing on it to remove the dust and dirt before you turn around to see the green haired boy sitting behind you, his eyebrows furrowed. He looks dazed at you for a moment, big green eyes staring at you spacily before he shakes his head and blinks. 

“Hey! You okay?” You ask, crawling carefully on your knees to sit in front of the green haired boy. “He pushed you good. I’m sorry. Here’s your notebook.” You say, handing him the leather notebook. He looks up to you, then at his notebook. He reaches down to take the notebook, his fingers brushing yours and he shivers. You’re so soft..and so cool! You stood.. 

“You stood up to Kacchan!” He calls out, bright green eyes looking up at you excitedly. His freckled cheeks flushed pink. “You’re so cool! And you even fought him! Wow! And you withstood his quirk! That's so awesome! And you swung your bag from your left hand and even got precise aim even though you’re right handed!” Midoriya continues to gush to you, his hands curled into fists and his little body bouncing lightly. 

Your eyes widen, and you giggle and hold your hands up. “Wait wait! How’d you know I’m right handed?” Midoriya blinked and then nodded. “Oh!” He puts a finger to his lips. “Because you asked for my notebook and held out your right hand when you did it!” You blinked at him, and a bright smile crossed your face. “Wow! You noticed that? I didn’t even know I did it! That's so cool!” You gush back, small body brimming in excitement. Your eyes roam over his form before you spot the dragged oval of red on the ground. You gasp. “Hey! Are ya hurt? Lemme see.” You say, reaching up with your slightly scratched palms to take his soft chubby cheeks. You turn his head this way and that to examine his face. You then take his arms and examine his hands, noticing the light scratches, the crumbles of skin on his palm. You huff at him, eyebrows furrowing as you gently pat his knee. “Let me see.” Midoriya, blinking and confused from all the sudden flurry of your hands, shifts back, letting out a slight hiss as he exposes his bare legs to you. On his right leg is a cut, reaching from his knee to a bit down his leg. Blood covered, weeping from the wound. You gasp. “This is no good! Come here!” you exclaim, then reach forward to gently take his hands. You take a deep breath, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his palms. Midoriya furrows his eyebrows. ���What’re you doing? Is that your quirk?” He asks, his head giving a little tilt, curls bouncing as he looks down at your connected palms. He watches you close your eyes. He goes to get closer, scooting up slightly and about to ask another question before he feels a warmth slide up his palms. “Woah—” The warmth travels up from his palms, a soft tingle traveling up to his chest and flooding through his entire body. He shudders and feels his muscles relax at the warmth, like a gentle ray of sunlight beaming down on him. “Woah..” Midoriya mutters, the scratches and scrapes he’d received warmed just a bit hotter than the rest of him, but he watched as the wound on his knee began to seal itself up. His eyes widen in amazement, eyes sparkling with wonder. A moment later, you gently drop his hands and smile at him. “There! All better!” You grin, slapping your thighs before wincing. You turn your palms face up, and on them are additional scratches in the same places that Midoriya’s had been on his hands. Midoriya looks up and notices. 

“Wow..Your quirk is healing?! That's so cool! Wait but that means..” He looks down quickly, catching sight of the blood drop dripping down from your knee. “Oh no! I’m sorry! Your quirk is like a healing transfer?! That's amazing! Can you tell me more? When’d you get it?! Can you heal broken bones? Does it work on bruises? What about internal cuts?” 

You giggle and wave your hands, “Wait wait! I don’t even know your name! I don’t tell people who aren’t my friends about my quirk.” You nod, sticking your tongue out. “So tell me your name first! Is it Deku?” Midoriya blinks rapidly for a moment before he straightens up and giggles, reaching behind him to scratch the back of his head gently. “Ah..! No! My name is Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku! It’s nice to meet you! I hope we can be good friends from now on!” 

You laugh, nodding your head and smile. “Nice to meet you too Dori!” You exclaim, introducing yourself back and bracing yourself for a wonderful future friendship.

…. 

It’d been years since you’d been back in Musutafu, Japan. You’d moved away the year before highschool, spending your last year with your best friend Izuku before you’d left. You’d exchanged distance bracelets. You took the white one, and he’d taken the black one, so even if the two of you were far apart, you’d always be together. Though over the years, the two of you lost touch. You’d gotten busy in your hero courses and Izuku, from what you’d heard last, had been enrolled into UA, but only in the general course. You’d lost touch after that. 

You’d been back for a few months now, and hadn’t seen or heard from him yet. Though you were also extraordinarily busy as a support hero, using your quirk to heal civilians and heroes alike, and the occasional thief if they got injured. Only thing was, it was getting lonely.

You were underappreciated. Demand after demand. “Heal me.”  

“It takes how fucking long? I’ve got a press conference in an hour. Can’t you speed it up?” 

“Hey sweet cheeks, how about after you finish holding my hand you hold something a little heavier, huh?” 

You’ve had to swat various hands away. Heroes rarely thanked you. People were upset you weren’t working fast enough, or their wounds aren't healing quickly, or they couldn’t sit still. Heroes especially. So often the heroes didn’t consider support heroes ‘real heroes’ because they weren’t directly interacting with the villains. Do this, do that. Stay out of this, your opinion doesn’t matter here. Run to that side of town, heal those three people and me. 

You had been rolled out on a stretcher several times overdoing it to make sure others were okay, and the boss’ and pro-hero’s still had the audacity to ask you to take their wounds from their own recklessness while you were bruised and in your hospital bed. It could be a bitter job, but there was nothing better than holding the hands of a child while you took away a broken ankle, and seeing the wonder and happiness in their eyes as they thanked you and sent you drawings in the mail. They always reminded you what being a hero was about. Helping others, working for the greater good.

Like now, as you sprint up to a shooting scene outside of a bank. You’d been called to the scene, with only the knowledge that a few people had been hurt, but given no specifics. “Anybody in immediate danger? Need healing that I can do?” You ask as you walk up to one of the paramedics, a cop car parked out front and a hero you don’t recognize talking to one of them. A few people are scattered outside of the bank, some being interviewed, some smoking and shaking.  The paramedic smiles. “Ah! Thank heavens you’re here! Yes! Over there,” the paramedic points with his clipboard to the green haired man nursing an ice pack with a torn t-shirt torn around his thigh. 

“It’s a shame. With all of the attacks going on around the city lately we’ve been having to improvise with materials today. We should be getting a large haul in again soon, that's the rumor anyway.” The paramedic tutts, shaking his head gently as he goes to check on the shaking woman and lead her to sit on the edge of the van for a check up. You sigh. You came back to the city because of the recent rise in attacks from gangs believed to be associated with the LOV, despite the lack of quirks seemingly used in the attacks. It’d been things from bombings to shootings to robberies, like the current one. You hurry your way over to the green haired man, eyes scanning over his form. He seemed more on the lithe side, but still broad enough to have some light bulk on his thighs and some broadness to his shoulders. In fact, his body shape reminded you of one of the guys from a kpop group you’d heard about, BM, from the group KARD. 

“Hi,” you say as you approach the man and smile. “I’m here to help, can I see your woun…” your words fall off as the green haired man lifts his head. His right hand was holding an ice pack to the back of his curly head, but those emerald green eyes and those freckles dusting over the cream of his cheeks caught you off guard. Was that..”Zuzu..?” 

You call, voice quiet and almost hesitant. Your feet stop in front of him, standing almost toe to toe. Midoriya’s eyes widen as he realizes it was you, his old friend. Looking as beautiful as he remembered; figure and curves more defined, more mature. He swallows, and your eyes are drawn to the pronounced Adam's apple that bobs when he does. He’s beautiful, and you realize just how much you missed him. He’s grown. He’s currently sporting a pair of black dress pants, a  and a white dress shirt with the few buttons open, exposing his collarbones. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his forearms, light green hair wisped on his skin. The dress shirt hugs the defined muscles of his arms, a pair of fitted black gloves covering his hands. Behind him is a tan colored overcoat with dark brown buttons. He mutters your name softly before he gasps.

“It's really you! I heard you were back but I-I wasn’t sure.” He says, quickly moving to stand before he hisses, the sound shudders you to your core. His voice is much deeper, an even timbre. He grunts as he sits down, the sound trailing off and you swallow. His curls bounce as he bites his plump bottom lip and closes his eyes. You watch his chest rise for a second before you shake yourself out of your trance. “Zuzu!” You call, lurching forward and wrapping your arms around him. The man stiffens for a moment and you feel the muscles of his chest  jump against your hero suit in response before two strong arms slide in around your waist and tug you in closer. His face pressed against your shoulder and you press your face into his. “I’ve missed you so much..!” You coo, arms sliding under his to hold him closer. You stand with your legs outside of his thighs and squeeze him. He grunts, the sound a deep timbre from his chest as he squeezes you back. 

“I’ve missed you too..” He mutters, nuzzling your shoulder. You inhale, the familiar comfort of his scent, fresh linen and the new and mature scent of alpine suede filling your lungs and you realize just how much you missed him. His soft curls brushing against your neck as he holds you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his broad palm stroking up and down the length of your back. You know you’ve got to step away. You have people to tend to, him being one of them but it feels so good in his arms. He feels so warm, solid, safe. He reminds you of home.

You shift and your leg bumps his thigh and he jumps slightly. You remember then, and begin pulling back from the hug. Midoriya respects it, letting his arms fall away, though his hands come around to grasp your hands instead as he gazes up at you. His eyes sparkle lightly. “It’s been too long.” He whispers, and you nod and hold his hands a bit tighter before you hear the paramedic call your hero name. “We’ve got another injured person over here! They broke their arm! Do you think you could help when you’re done over there?” You blink, turn your head over your shoulder. “Yes, sorry! One moment!” You call back, though your fingers squeeze Midoriya’s, and he squeezes back before gently tugging your hands. You turn your gaze back to him. He speaks before you can.

“Hey, after this? Since you’re busy— How about we exchange numbers? I changed phones and..well, I’d love to catch up again. Dinner, maybe?” He asks, that soft smile curving along his lips. The one left eyebrow furrowing slightly as he awaits your response. You swallow and nod. “Yeah- yeah! Of course. We’ve got so much catching up to do.” You agree, sending the warmth through your hands and up his arms, shuddering as you feel the bullet wound, empty of the bullet, forming on your own thigh. You bite your bottom lip, semi-desensitized to the pain now as the fabric of your suit begins to soak with blood. Once you’ve taken the wound, with a shuddered breath, you tell Midoriya your number and go off to help another civilian, the date in the back of your mind. 

…

You swallow, sitting in the backseat of the Dodge Charger that Midoriya had sent to pick you up. Over the past week the two of you had excitedly texted every single night when you had a chance to. You missed him so much. Catching up, you’d learned that Midoriya had started his own private quirk analytics company where they researched quirks and ways to better improve them. They worked both for civilians and for heroes on finding ways to more effectively utilize their quirks and test the limits of what they could really do. Midoriya had apparently done well for himself, and while he didn’t become the hero he wanted, he said he was glad to support good people doing what he was. He made quite a bit of money too. 

Midoriya also didn’t seem too interested in the hero world when you spoke, which you thought had been weird. His obsession over All Might seemed to be almost nonexistent now, but he was just as attentive to your world as always. What had you been up to? How were the studies, had your quirk improved? How were you? Where do you stay? How are the heroes treating you and what's it like? Were you moving back for good? Was your favorite movie still some silly cartoon or had your tastes changed? Was your favorite icecream still the same? Your favorite breakfast drink? His appreciation for you as a person and your quirk hadn’t changed. You’d missed him and his cute ramblings, his favorite food, Katsudon, hadn’t changed. While more mature, more refined, and less of the soft hearted mess from your childhood, he was still just as sweet, (with some added flirt, you’d noted) as he used to be. 

“Miss?” you blink, lifting your head to gaze up and see the passenger door open, the driver holding the door open and bent slightly as he gently gestures his hand out. “We’re here. This is the Midoriya residence. He’s expecting you, so please just walk up to the door and ring the buzzer.” You nod and step out of the car, bowing slightly to the man, “Ah, right, thank you. Here..” you mutter, going to dig into your purse to give a tip, however the man shakes his head and places a gloved hand on your arm. “Thank you, but no thank you, Ma’am. Mr. Midoriya pays me well, and extra. Have a good evening.” He says, tipping his hat to you before he rounds the car and reenters.

You blink back at him and then watch his car pull away before you give a detailed look around. You lift your head and let your gaze wonder. You're surrounded by trees and woodland. While there are other houses around, they’re at least a block or so down the road as the properties span. You gaze up at the modest modern home, walking up the gravel walkway and past the red car parked in the driveway up to the front steps of the house and ring the buzzer. From inside you can hear the soft thrumming of a guitar, along with what sounds like an echo of tap shoes and snapping on beat. A piano base. A baritone voice smoothing out in high and lower notes. 

A moment later the door swings open and there stands Midoriya in all of his grown glory. He sports a pair of dark blue bluejeans with a white t-shirt, a dark blue cardigan thrown over it. He grins as soon as he sees you and you can’t help but grin back. “You look great!” Midoriya exclaims, rushing forward. You laugh and throw your arms around his neck as he tosses his arms around your midsection, spins around with you, and buries his face into your shoulder for the hug. You laugh, nestling into his neck. “Thanks! You look great too!” You comment, squeezing the green haired boy back. You only part when he does, and he takes your hand and gently begins tugging you inside as he steps backward and past the threshold. 

“Come come! Let me give you a tour.” You laugh and follow him inside, taking off your boots at the door and holding Midoriya’s hand as he leads you around the house. Showing you everything from the sunroom, the living room, to the bathroom and the study. Once inside, you realize the song playing, too, is Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier. The upbeat sound vibrates the house lightly and you can feel it pulsing in the floors beneath your socked feet. 

After the tour, Midoriya leads you into the kitchen where the sweet scent of the tonkatsu sauce and honey glazed carrots had been haunting you. Midoriya had remembered your love for glazed carrots, and cooked you some. He’d also made tonkatsu, miso soup, tsukemono, and rice. You hum, stomach grumbling at the smell. The two of you made plates and sat down in his dining room together, across from one another. You’d pulled a bottle of sake out from your purse and wiggled your eyebrows, and Midoriya had given a full bodied laugh as he grabbed the glasses from the cabinet. 

A few glasses of sake later, the both of you are looser and as comfortable as the two of you were before you left. You laugh, “Yeah! I’m telling you! Some of these heroes man..” you shake your head, swirling your fingertip around the glass you’d been sipping from. Your plate is empty, just as Midoryia’s is. He picks up his glass, swirling the clear liquid lightly. “Yeah, and how's everything going with all of the crime? Rates are rising, aren’t they? Heroes aren’t doing enough to stop it. Pity.” He takes another swig of his drink. He’s leaning back in his chair, an arm tossed over the back of it. His legs are spread and he looks relaxed. 

You hum, shaking your head. “Nah, I kinda disagree with ya there. I think they’re doin’ somethin’. It's just.. something’s gotta be going on. We’ve never had this much crime here before, have we? And a lot of it isn’t even quirk related incidents. Petty thefts, robberies, or big things like bombings. We’re literally finding bombs, Zuzu. Bombs. Not quirk related fire incidents. No. They catch a few low-level thugs and they say they work for the League of Villains. It's crazy. It doesn’t make sense. And the bombs—They’re man made too. Not like a quirk—not like something Creati would make. They’re too specific.” you frown, furrowing your eyebrows as you look down into your glass, your puzzled face staring back at you.

Midoriya laughs, “Yeah, well. Real heroes would’ve figured it out by now, right? What's old All Might doing? He claims to be the symbol of peace but what kind of symbol can’t stop a bomb even with enough of a head start?” He huffs, taking another sip.

“Well I don’t think it was his fault, honestly. Plus, Zuku. When’d you get so..pessimistic? You used to look up to All Might when we were little. You practically worshipped the guy. We wore matching onesies and watched his movies until one in the morning.” You frown lightly as you look up at him. He’d always had faith in heroes and the good of society. He’d always wanted to be a hero. What happened?

Midoriya laughs, a husky sound that goes straight to your core. You swallow. When did his voice get so..smooth? “Ever since they gave up on everyone else. Heroes think they’re so high and mighty— Like they’re gods or mythical. They aren’t. Having a quirk doesn’t make you better than the rest of us. Having a quirk only makes you an exquisite piece of shit.” He huffs, and you blink, eyes widened and taken aback. A slight pain in your heart from his words. He’d never thought like that before. 

“Izuku.” You frown lightly. “Thats..Wow.” you scratch the back of your head with a frown. “Not all people with quirks are dicks. Bakugou was a dick. Endeavor can be a dick. Phantom Thief is a pompous ass until you kick him in the ass... But you’ve got great heroes like Red Riot, Uravity, hell, you’ve got a lot of great heroes out there and a lot of good people with quirks. I always felt like you could be a hero with or without a quirk, and it's the heart and the tools you acquire that can help you be one, you know?” You shrug your shoulders gently. While you knew Midoriya’s words weren’t directed at you, you couldn’t help but feel just a bit hurt by them.

Midoriya shakes his head. “Yeah and look where that's got us? Heroes are nothing but a stain on this world. More crime comes about because of the way heroes treat the rest of society. Because they’ve got all this power, because they listen to the wrong people and think they’re deities. You,” Midoriya gestures towards you. “You talk about how they treat you. You’re hurt and they couldn’t care less, they demand more and more of you. What use is a hero if all they do is use people? They’re not helping people by not thinking of them, by treating anyone who isn’t like them like dirt.” Midoriya practically spits and you sit up straighter.

“Izuku I’m a hero too, you know. And yeah sometimes they treat me like dirt but not all of them do. They’re not all bad people and they don’t all think anyone without a quirk is—”

“Yeah, you don’t but you're the damn minority!” He leans forward towards the table, his arms slamming down heavy and the silverware jumps and tings at the sound. You jump slightly. You’d never seen Midoriya angry, and you furrow your eyebrows. “The rest of these heroes don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves and their goddamn egos. They get warnings about where bombs or shootings take place and they won’t even show up to the scene! What the hell does that tell you, sweetheart?” His eyes are a darker shade of green and the freckles on his cheeks are more pronounced beneath the red hue from the alcohol and the increasingly heating discussion. 

“Izuku, they—” You blink. Wait. How did Izuku know that the heroes had been given warnings about the attacks? That news hadn’t been released to the press. In fact, because the heroes were never sure if the warnings and threats were real, since they’d gotten an influx of them, they hadn’t told anyone. It was something kept strictly between the higher ups in the departments. “...How, how did’ya know that the heroes got a warning..?” You blink, and watch as Midoriya’s jaw sets. He lets out a frustrated huff and his chest exhales in response. He leans back in his seat, feet replanting. He turns his head away from you, lifting one of his hands to push through the thick tuft of his curls. He tilts his head back and sighs as he drops his hand, blowing up and the breath moves the bangs on his forehead.

“I know you’re not stupid, Love. And neither am I, for that matter.” He shakes his head, eyes peering over at you. The gaze he pierces you with sends a shiver down your spine and you swallow. The only other people who should know about the notes would be the people who wrote them. Majority of the recent attacks have seemed organized, planned, and handmade. None of them involved quirks, and yet.. “Izuku..Were.. Were you..” You shudder. Fear creeps it cold wet hand up the back of your neck and you furrow your eyebrows. What happened to your sweet, bright eyed, bright smiled Izuku? The boy who believed anyone could be a hero. The boy who believed All Might was the symbol of justice and peace? “Bingo, Love. You don’t have to finish the sentence to get it right. This is my home—before you start thinking otherwise. It's also a safehouse though. I was hoping—. I figured you’d find out sooner or later. I wanted to convince you to join us, while I had the chance. Want to convince you of our cause, my reasoning for joining the League. But- I swear. You’ve seen first hand why heroes are a menace to society.” He says, straightening up in his seat. “You’ve seen the damage they’ve caused. Todoroki—ah. As you know him, Shoto, grew up with a hero father who was abusive. Bakugou has been an ass since the first moment you met him. People become heroes too easily these days without even taking into account what a hero is supposed to be! They flaunt themselves all over the television, all over the magazines and half of these heroes are cowards, trembling in alleyways and yet have the audacity to spit on quirkless people like me. Do you know what that does to someone? To feel devalued, dehumanized because you weren’t born with a quirk?” Midoriya hisses and shakes his head.

Your frown deepens as you listen to Midoriya talk. You shake your head and a disbelieving smile crosses your lips. “Not everyones like—”

“Yeah? Uravity became a hero for money. Imperium under the idea of being like his brother. Carrying a family name the only reason to become a hero? That's blasphemous! Uwabami is more concerned with her fanbase and following than actually saving anyone! This hero world’s turned to goddamn shit and I intend to help better it. Get rid of the unworthy heroes. A society who worships heroes is a society of the hypocritical. They are not invincible. I want to prove that. I want to show the world that heroes are flawed.” Midoriya’s shifts in his seat and pushes his plating aside and reaches across the table for you. “You get me, you understand it. Right? You’re living in the heart of it.” 

You admit, Midoriya has made valid points but in the grand scheme of things heroes are there to help. It's hard to become a hero, through training and licensure. The emotional labor of it all, the pain of not being able to save everyone and the guilt for taking breaks. You shake your head. “Zuku—, no! That's wrong. C’mon, think about it.” You find your voice rising, in your throat rising the cries of everyone you couldn’t make it in time to save, everyone you’d seen sobbing for their loved ones, everyone you’d helped and carried on your back to hospitals, limping with their broken legs and burns. “Heroes can’t be there all the time, they’re trying their best! You’ve got to understand that it's not that easy. What even happened to you? You were never like this! You saw All Might and saw hope, you saw change.” You shake your head hard as you slap the table, adrenaline flowing through you. “What happened to you!?” “You left me! That's what happened!” Midoriya yells back, standing so quickly his chair scrapes and crashes to the floor. His voice raising, voice breaking lightly. “You left me! You were the best thing that happened to me! You gave me hope that—me!” Midoriya slaps his chest. “Me! Someone quirkless like me could be a hero! You always believed in me. You stood up for me. You were there for me. You went on morning runs and you did sit ups with me. You told me that I could be a hero and then you left. Right before highschool— you left.” He shook his head, tears pooling in his eyes. 

Your heart stops at his words, and you can hear the pain in his voice as it croaks in his words. Raw, throaty. Real. “After you left, Bakugou got scooped up by a monster and I ran in to save him! I helped him get out and then I met All Might after. I didn’t have you here anymore, and I knew it would be hard without you. You were my boulder. You believed in me when nobody else did and I hoped—I hoped that All Might could see in me what you saw in me! So I asked him. I asked him, I goddamned asked him if I could be a hero without a quirk and he told me no.” 

Midoriya shook his head and paced for a moment, his arms crossing over his chest. His leg begins to shake slightly as he shakes his head. “Goddamnit, he told me no! He told me you can only be a hero in this world with a quirk and people like me should stay out of it. Find something else to do. Dove, you know all I ever wanted was to be a hero and he tells me that I’m worthless! That I can’t. And he proved it when they wouldn’t let me into the hero class. I did everything! I trained, I gained mass and weight, I got stronger, faster, and I still wasn’t good enough! I got beat by a kid who throws grapes off of his head! Grapes!” Midoriya throws his hands up and then slams them on the table. You jump, and you feel something wet and warm slide down your nose, dripping onto your lip. You reach up to rub a hand there, and realize you’d started crying.

You knew you leaving had an effect on Midoriya, but you hadn’t realized how strong of a presence in his life you were. You swallow, the lump in your throat making it hard. Your heart aches. You remembered when you left. The day you did, how you’d held Midoriya’s hand so tight, shared your first kiss, and promised that the two of you would never grow apart. And then school got in the way, and you made new friends, and from his messages, so did he. And slowly, your letters just grew smaller and more distant, falling off into a silence that was never picked back up. You’d moved again and hadn’t heard from each other again. “Izuku..I didn’t want to leave you but—I had to. My ma and pa got back together and we’d moved—you knew..” 

Midoriya shakes his head. “I’m not—I’m not blaming you but dammit I missed you! The letters just stopped and you seemed so happy and who the hell was I to ruin your happiness? I wasn’t going to be like All Might. I wasn’t going to be the villain. When I finally got my own phone, I tried calling your old number and it was disconnected.” Midoriya’s voice breaks as he speaks, and he curls his hands into fists. 

“Years go by! We hadn’t seen each other in forever and I was stuck in the past, fiddling with this old bracelet,” Midoriya’s fingers graze over the black beads around his wrist, the distance bracelet complimenting the white one you were wearing. “and hoping that I’d see you again one day. I got angry. I’d hear how the hero course kids talked, how they’d treat us gen ed kids.” 

“Monoma would get into our faces and brag. Bakugou would shove me into lockers, ‘Don’t have your little girlfriend anymore, huh, Deku?’ I couldn’t—, Someone like him, becoming a hero? What world lets someone like that become a hero?!” You find yourself standing up, heart aching for the best friend you’d left behind, for the scared and lonely boy who’d had his hopes crushed and his dreams shattered like a million starlights. You cross the room to him, hips gliding around the table as you come to stand in front of him.

“Izuku..I’m so sorry..I didn’t—I missed you too. I just—I figured you were happier too..” you mutter, hands coming up to rest on his cheeks, your palms wet with his tears as you gently swipe beneath his eyes. He leans his cheek into your hand and reaches up, his warm soft hands cupping over yours to hold them in place. His glossy emerald eyes gaze into yours.

“No. But I became happier. I found the rest of my starlings. We’re going to make the world a better place, and you can be a part of that. The heroes have treated you like shit. They’ve demanded more and more from you and never asked how you were. When was the last time you had a break? When was the last time one of them thanked you, Love? When was the last time anyone cared for you? Held you when you cried, squeezed your hand when you were in pain?” 

Your heart clenches at his words and you furrow your eyebrows. You weren’t—. No. The heroes didn’t..Not all of them were bad people, not all of them didn’t care. Midoriya’s head turns, brushing his soft lips against your inner palm. You shiver, gaze snapping back up to his as he mutters into your palm. 

“..It’s been 12 years, 3 months, 8 days, 4 hours, 22 minutes, 6, 7..8 seconds and they keep counting. I’ve missed you every day you’ve been gone. I just want to be with you again. I’d never treat you like those heroes do. We’d never treat you like that, Love. We’d appreciate you. We’d care. I care. I won’t make you suffer through weeks of healing just to get over cuts and bruises. I won’t scream at you when you’re tired and sore and limping from other wounds. You and me, together.” Midoriya’s hands slide up the length of your arms to cup your cheeks, tilting your head to look into his eyes as he swallows.

“The two of us, we could show the world what heroes are really like. What vile creatures they are, dream crushers. Heartbreakers. Selfish, egotistical sociopaths. We can show them, you and me, and we don't have to hurt anyone in the process. The buildings, the symbols are the most important. The league carries out all of the plans. All we’d do is make them. The brains behind the bronze. You’ll never get treated like a fleshlight for wounds again, sweetheart. I’ll be good to you..” Midoriya’s thumb strokes over your cheekbone. His eyes trailing from yours to your lips and you swallow. You feel the weight of his palm beneath your jaw as you do. You furrow your eyebrows. 

You think of the heroes who toss out the drawings kids have done for them, or the thank you letters. You think of the heroes who are reckless and disregard for safety because ‘Ah! It's no big deal. You can heal it anyway right? Hurry it up then!’ You think of all the heroes who’ve told you that your voice doesn't matter. You think of the heroes who joke about quirkless people being inferior, of yanking innocent people off the street and expecting compensation for savior. And yet, you think about all of the heroes who take concrete to the back to protect people. You think of the heroes who’ve lost their hearing, or their sense of touch to save others. You think of the heroes—

Midoriya sees the scrunching of your eyebrows, the way your nose scrunches, the way your lips tremble and he knows he’s pushed you far, and as soon as your shoulders begin to hunch and you begin to cry Midoriya is shushing you and gently kissing your tears away, whispering affirmations of love and care. 

“..Z-zuzu I..” Midoriya shushes you, shaking his head and through your bleary eyes you glance up at him, sniffling as your eyes trail from his eyes to his lips. His cotton linen, his scent draws you in to comfort and you sniffle as you slide your arms around his torso and press our face into his shoulder. He hums, sliding his arms back around you and pressing his face into your hair, inhaling gently and shuddering at the warmth of your body against his own. 

“..I missed you so much— Even..Even if you don’t join me—Spend..Spend this night with me, love? Let me treat you right, at least once. Let me love you the way I’ve longed to. Let me thank you for being the only hero I could ever trust and look up to.” He mutters, lips pressed lightly against your temple as he speaks. You lift your head slowly to look up into his eyes. The emerald gems sparkling lightly, still glossy and red from his own previous tears. The freckles across his cheeks like constellations. Your eyes fall to his lips, and all the feelings you’d had before you left, all the love and care and affection for him came rushing back: late night talking and interlaced fingers, the cooking together and laughter, the spilling tears together and finishing each other's sentences. You nod your head and tilt your head in his direction.

Midoriya’s breath hitches for a moment, and you feel the sharp inhale of breath against your lips before his soft plush lips come in contact with your own. At first, a gentle brush. Plush skin gently gliding over soft skin. The next, a more firm kiss. The following even firmer before your lips are connecting more passionately, lips moving against one another. You whine into the kiss, gently relaxing into his arms and Midoriya grunts as you lean the rest of your bodyweight into him. His arms slide around your waist comfortably, pressing himself further up against you to allow the kiss to deepen, lips gliding along each other.

The butterflies in your stomach weaved together into a big one, your heartbeat pounding loud in your ears, just from the simple kiss. Your cheeks heat in response and you let one hand slide up the back of Midoriya’s neck and gently into the hair at the base of his neck. Midoryia’s entire body shudders against you at the touch, his hips tilting forward to press up against your legging clothed ones in reply. You coo.

To be kissing him again, to have that same sunrise igniting in your heart as before was a blessing. Midoroya's hands slide up from your waist to gently caress your sides, before he grasps your hips gently, his tongue gently prodding against your lips. You hum, parting your lips to allow his tongue entry and meet his with your own, gently grinding the muscles together before the two of you break the kiss with a lightly wet smack.

Both of your chests rise and fall heavily from the effort of the kiss, and Midoriya rests his forehead against your own, "Bedroom?" He asks. You nod and press your lips back to his and close your eyes. Midoriya moans into the kiss, stumbling backwards and feeling along the wall to find his way to his room, his lips moving back eagerly against yours as he does. Both of your feets shuffling as you struggle with a desire boiling deep within your bones.

Once the two of you stumble back into his doorway, he kicks the door shut with his foot. He gently breaks the kiss with you to begin shrugging off his blue cardigan. Your eyes flutter open, watching the muscles strain lightly as he tugs the material off and tosses it into his chair. You blink at him for a moment before you follow his action, tugging the sweater you'd worn up and over your head, leaving you in the plaid pop button shirt you'd worn underneath. Midoriya gives an appreciative hum as he gestures for you to get into the bed. You do, tugging your socks off as you go.

Midoriya laughs, "Dinosaur socks? How cute." He speaks, hovering close to you as he begins tugging his own socks off before he moves forward, pecking at your lips and causing you to giggle and stroke your hand up across his forehead to push back his bangs. You smile, "Says Mr. bunny boxers? Oh yeah, I didn't forget." You smirk and the tip of Midoriya's ears turn red as he presses his face into your shoulder and whines, his hands sliding up to gently grip your arms.

 "Aaah, I was a kid then! I've grown up. I’ve got hare boxer briefs now." He lifts his head to give you a soft smug smirk and you can't help the snort of laughter that escapes you as Midoriya moves to hover over you, one knee kneeling between your thighs and the other on the bed. You smile, sliding your palms up to cup his cheeks in your hands. He reaches one palm up to hold yours and nuzzles it. You laugh. "And that proves absolutely nothing, you know. Except that you’re a bunny boy with more refined tastes.” 

Midoriya’s eyes darken, he turns his head towards your palm and gives it a gentle nip. “More refined indeed,” he hums, the vibration rocks his entire body and straight into yours trapped beneath it. He kisses lightly at your palm, soft lips brushing up the length of your wrists before he settles his weight better between your legs and leans down to press his lips against yours once more before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. His emerald eyes had molded into pine. He licks his lips and lets his eyes gently flick over your face.

You shudder, and the way his gaze fits on you sends heat down to your core. You swallow. All he’d done is look at you and you could feel your heartbeat in your clit. You shift, Knees slightly bowing in and Midoriya’s hand comes up to gently rest on one of your knees, palm gently caressing it, the same one you’d absorbed the scar as a child. “I’ll take care of you this time, little Dove. I’ve got you..” You believe him.

His lips press against yours again, and your entire body vibes with it. Your palms sliding up and over the broadness of his shoulders and gently down his back as your lips collide. Then his lips are moving, down, down..Soft plush lips planting kisses down the side of your lips, the line of your jaw, the length of your neck and your bodies falling backwards once again, your head nestled into the soft silky sheets beneath you. Midoriya’s face pressed against your neck, the heat of his body caging you against the bed. The weight of him, as his hips press down into yours and you can feel the warmth emitting from the apex of his thighs, pressing firm against your own clothed one and your breath hitches. You tense your thigh and Midoriya groans above you, the sound a vibration against your neck as he parts his lips to speak against you.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Love. I knew you were back when all the magnolias in my garden started blooming bright again.” He mumbles into your skin, a poetic still true to his heart. You’d read some of his work as a child, and had always gushed at how good he was. “Orchids budded back in my chest when I saw you at that bank. I’ve missed you..” He punctuates every few words with a kiss, and you shudder beneath him, core tightening and rolling beneath his form and your thighs lightly tightening against his own and he hums appreciatively. “So beautiful..Can I take this off?” He asks, propping himself up on one elbow while the other hand trails the length of your side, over the soft curve of your breasts and down your stomach.  “Yeah, yeah.” You mutter and Midoriya grins against your neck, shifting to sit up and back. He moves his thigh out from between both of yours to straddle you gently instead and sits back on his legs. “Leggings too?” He gazes up at you through slightly hooded eyes, letting his palms trail down the length of your body, your shirt ruffled, so his fingertips can slip beneath the bottom of your shirt. Fingerpad dancing along your waistline. “Yeah,” you reply, but smile up at him. “But your shirt goes first. And these pants.” You coo, hands rising to gently trail up the jeaned material of his thigh. You see his chest rise with the sharp inhale, and he nods. “Yeah—yeah. Anything and everything for you, sweetheart.” He cooes, lifting one of your hands to kiss your palm again before he’s lifting back from you.

You gaze up at him, breath heavier and chest rising and falling with effort for each one. You wet your lips, eyes flicking over his fitted form above you. He wastes no time in tugging the shirt up and over his head. He’s matured over the years. Body mostly lithe but not small framed, muscles defined and toned. The cream color of his skin, his chest riddled with the same freckles as his cheeks and cheekbones. You hum in appreciation, letting your palms glide up and down his thighs.

Midoriya laughs, shaking his head as he reaches down. The tendons in his hands moving lightly as he unbuckles his belt, it makes a soft clinking noise as he lets the flaps hang open and down and he crawls back from the bed to pull it off. His gaze never leaves your face as he undoes his zipper, the soft zip sounding through the air before he hooks his thumbs into the sides of them and tugs them down. Beneath are a pair of dark green boxer briefs, hugging his thighs and pressing the thickness of a bulge against his thigh. He laughs as he kicks off his jeans, standing with his arms spread out. “Well, how do I look, sweetheart?” He asks, turning so his back faces you. The defined muscles of his back in clear view, along with the little beauty mark up by his upper right shoulder. The soft curve of his tight, bubbled ass is pronounced in his boxer briefs too. The material hugging and defining the cheeks. As he turns to stand back in front of you, he grins. 

You shudder in appreciation. Sitting up to watch the movements. Your eyes trail the length of him, taller now. His freckles littering over his shoulders now too. Your eyes zero in on the curly green happy trail leading down to his boxers, and you inhale at the sight of the prominent bulge curved to the side of his thigh. He smiles. The sight sends warmth straight through your core and up your clit. You feel it throb beneath your panties and shift at the wetness that had begun to gather there begins to stick your panties to you. You felt warm, much too warm for amount of clothes you were wearing.

“Gorgeous, as you’ve always been, green bean.” You coo, reaching for him and taking his hand to tug him more towards you. He laughs, a deep and throaty chuckle that causes his body to shake. He shakes his head afterwards, and you shudder at the sound before he leans down and cups your cheeks, tilting your head up to kiss your lips again. “As are you, Dove. Now lay back for me, please.” You find yourself following the movement and scooting back onto the bed to lay flat on your back. Spreading your arms out above you and grinning up at Midoriya.

You watch as his hands come forward and his body leans over yours, unsnapping the buttons of your top with ease, the gentle pop of them disconnecting the only sound aside from your breathing and the light jazz playing in the background from the record player in the living room. Your shirt is open in seconds and next Midoriya is crawling down the length of your body, fingertips hooking beneath the band of your leggings before he rolls them down your legs. You shudder as the cool air hits you and lift your hips and ass to help him drag the leggings down. He rolls them off your feet and then tosses them into the corner. Then his smoldering gaze turns back to you, and the darkness flashing in them makes you shudder. You swallow.

“...Like what you see, Izuku?” You ask, lowering your tone to let your words float on the air. Midoriya makes an appreciative hum as he admires you, letting his warm, soft hands come down to gently trace over the soft curves and dips of your skin. “Yes, just as beautiful as I’ve always imagined..” he whispers, gentle fingerpads tracing over your skin before he smirks. “And this green, was it for me, Dove? Were you expecting this?” He laughs, and you hum, shifting yourself and lifting your hips gently off of the bed to hook over the sides of his own.

“..Maybe. You’ve always been a sweet boy and I thought I might need some help to encourage you, you know.” You coo back, eyelashes softly fluttering as you gaze at his face. His fingertips tracing the edge of the black lace rimming and holding the emerald green cups of your bra. You shudder as his fingertips glide over the cups to trace the top of them, lightly letting his fingers brush over your breasts. He lays one palm flat against your left breast, and you feel the warmth of his hand through your bra and shudder. “Silky, too..” he mutters, then lets his eyes trail downward. He smooths his palms over your stomach, and it clenches and rolls beneath his touch. Your hips arching up and into his touch. The warmth of his palms on your skin left trails of sunshine warming beneath.

His hands smooth up and down your torso before they finally slide down to your hips, his fingers toying with the black flowered lace there. “So pretty...All for me?” He whispers, almost in disbelief. His fingers glide down your thighs and they twitch, sensitive to his touch. Midoriya’s knuckles brush the silky emerald fabric covering your pelvis, and you feel the light touch glide straight to your clit. The wet stain on your panties grows more prominent as Midoriya’s index finger lightly flicks the little black bow on the top center of your panties, right beneath your belly button. 

You can’t help but watch him, quietly transfixed. Your core aches to be filled, and your clit aches to be touched but the look of admiration and love on his face leaves you baffled. No one had ever looked at you with the same adoration as Midoriya was. He looked so transfixed, almost lost. You’d think he was spacing if it wasn’t for the occasional shifting of his eyes to truly admire what was laid before him. You laugh, shaking your head. “Zuku if you don’t touch me I think I’ll melt into the mattress or something—” and Midoriya blinks at that, gaze snapping back up to yours as he smiles, that same shy smile from when he was a kid. His hand raises to scratch at the back of his head and he softly hunches his shoulders. 

“Ah! Sorry sorry..Was lost admiring the view. To think you looked this pretty, and all for me, you know? Quirkless old me finally got you to myself.” He shakes his head and then you frown. You see the faraway look in his eyes and sit up, turning his head towards you and planting soft kisses on his face, on his freckles. Just like you did when he was a child and disbelieving in himself. He hums, though the kisses tickle and he finds himself laughing and instead tilting his head to let his lips meld with yours. His palms slide up your thighs, leaving warmth in their wake before gliding up your torso again, up to your bra to gently cup your breasts over your bra. You coo at him and gently bite his bottom lip, pulling it back before gently letting it go, splaying a hand on his chest and dragging it gently down the curves of it. “Enough playing, Izuku. You said you’d show me how much I mean to you right..?” 

A growl resonates from Midoriya’s chest, vibrating against your own and he bumps his nose gently to your cheek. “You’re right, permission to proceed?” You laugh, the growl lighting your nerves on fire. “Granted—!” A squeal escapes your lips as the wind is knocked out of you when your body hits the bed. In the middle of laughter, Midoriya’s lips seek yours in a kiss again and you wrap your arms around his neck to return it. His arms slide around your back, fingers popping open the hooks of your bra before his hands slide the straps off your shoulders. He pulls back from the kiss to sit up, straddling you and you lift your arms to help him remove the bra. 

His breath hitches before his warm soft palms cover your soft mounds. You hum in appreciation and you watch as Midoriya visibly shudders in happiness. “Gods you’re so soft..” He cooes, shaking his head to control himself as his palms gently knead your breasts, fingers softly massaging the plush skin. He shifts his body downward and leans down to press kisses between your breasts and you shudder, arching your back into him and softly moaning his name. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples before he shifts his attention to the right one, sliding his tongue out and letting the wet muscle swirl around your areola. Your breath hitches at the touch, and he chuckles against your skin, flicking his tongue over your hardening nipple before he wraps his tongue around it and begins to gently suck, swirling his tongue around the tip in the process.

You keen, back arching and one hand fisting the sheets while the other buries itself into his hair, tuggins gently on the thick curls of it, “Fuck, Izuku...feels good..” Midoriya hums, the vibration a soft tingle against your skin. You shudder, shifting your thighs as Midorya leans back and sucks hard on your nipple, letting it go with a soft pop before he gently blows on your skin. You squirm beneath him and laugh, gently tugging Midoriya’s hair and he groans from deep in his throat and laughs. “Don’t rile me up, sweetheart. I’m not a little green bean anymore. I’m a whole head of broccoli now.” You can’t help but snort, “What?” Laughter bubbles in your throat and in your chest and Midoriya’s laughing with you before he gently nips the side of your breasts. 

“Hey now, don’t laugh at me! I’m trying to be sexy here. I researched how to seduce a woman you know, and they talk a lot about making her smile and rubbing her just,” you’d been so caught up in the giggles you hadn’t noticed one of Midorya’s hands had left you, a finger swipes between your thighs against your panties, lightly brushing your labia from the outside and you give a full body shudder and grasp, your hands slapping down onto his shoulders and clinging on. “right.” He grins and you smack his shoulders as he gives you that smug look. He shakes his head and shifts his knees before his hands travel back up, switching his lips to your neglected nipple while his other hand reaches up, fingers gently tweaking your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

After a few seconds he trails his kisses down your body, and your stomach rolls beneath the touch of his soft lips, swollen slightly from your kisses. He stops for a moment to gaze down at your skin and you hear him begin to mumble. You furrow your eyebrows to tilt your head down at him, “Whats—”

 “You’ve got so many scars...and how many people have thanked you for taking them? How many people have you helped? When was the last time someone..” He grumbled, and you froze lightly at his words. You laugh. Sure, you had scars but you were proud of them. Mostly, your quirk allowed you to heal relatively quicker than the average person, though the occasional deep wound did leave scratched like scar or a bit of discoloration. You shake your head.

“It's fine, Zuku. Really—” He interrupts you with his lips gently tracing over every mark, every blemish. He shakes his head, voice lowering an octave to a low timbre. “It's not, Dove. Those heroes treat you like shit and you absorb each and every goddamn wound. They’ll never see these scars..and I’ll never let them make them again.” A shudder goes through you at his words and you softly stroke your fingers through your hair, trusting him.

He continues down with his kisses, then lets his dark eyes gaze up at you as his teeth tug up your panties waistband. You shudder, watching as he lifts your hips, his hands gliding underneath to use his teeth and fingers to tug the material down. He inhales, keeping his composure before lifting your leg and sliding the material off, curling them up and tossing them onto his chair. You snort, looking to where he’s thrown them, “Why’d ya throw them all the way over there, ya goofball!?” 

Midoriya laughs, and you squeal as he lifts your leg up to his shoulder. “To keep them, obviously! It's called a souvenir. You used to collect rocks, and steal my socks. I think I can get away with this one. I never forgot how you asked to ‘borrow’ one of my blankets and then never gave it back.” You laugh and wiggle in his grip, gently trying to pry your leg free but he lightly tightens his grip, your leg tensed and untensed in his hold before you feel his soft lips kiss your fibula. You squeak in surprise, leg jerking and you laugh, though it dies down when you see how hooded his eyes are, and as his lips slowly crawl the length of your skin, inching towards your inner thighs. He shifts downward to his knees, thumping softly onto the floorboards beneath him and then hooks his arms beneath your thighs and drags you towards him. You squeak, body shifting down the sheets as he laughs and tosses your legs over his shoulders. 

“Zuku, jeez! Give a girl a warnin’—” His lips connect with the apex of your thighs and he inhales. He looks up between your thighs and hums. “You’re so wet..Jesus..You’re soaked. It’s leaking down your thighs and everything.” Midoriya mumbles, sliding his tongue up along the soft skin of your inner thigh and you jump slightly in his hold. His tongue gently laps up the juices gathered at there and he hums. “You taste as good as I thought you would, you know.” He speaks and your body shudders.

You gaze down at the mop of green hair and reach down to let your fingers thread through it. You shudder as you feel his soft tongue glide up between your folds, collecting the juices and you hear him swallow before he squeezes your thighs gently. He wraps one of his arms around your thighs and gently parts your folds with his index and ring finger, gently using his index finger to pull the hood of your clit up. He gently blows on it, and your body jerks in response, you moan. 

“Zuku..” he hums in response and gently slides his tongue out to lathe up the length of your pussy, tongue gathering the juices and the tip of his tongue curling up when he reaches your clit. He takes a moment then, plants a gentle kiss to your clit and then leans forward to softly begin sucking on it. 

You moan again, thighs twitching up in his hold as your fingers curl in his hair and your body rolls. Pleasure tingling its way up your spine and spreading warmth through your veins, your body shaking in pleasure. Your core clenches with want, juices weeping and leaking down. Midoriya’s tongue travels the length of your pussy once more before he shifts his index finger to begin rubbing circles against the hood of your clit, pushing his head down further to prod your entrance with his tongue before his tongue is gliding past your entrance and pushing into you and against your walls.

You’re moaning, face and chest flushed, light perspiration coating your body as Midoriya shifts so his nose pressed lightly between your folds. His hand shifts so his thumb is rubbing the firm circles into the hood of your clit and his tongue is grinding up against your walls. Your fingers tug into the moss of green hair on his head, body keening under his touch as you give a soft cry of pleasure, thighs trying to close around his head. The pleasure building in your abdomen from Midoriya’s tongue and the pressure on your clit, the weight of his fingers pressing into the plush of your thighs, and when you gaze down to look at him, your eyes blurry, you find his smoldering eyes gazing up at your face. Your entire body shudders in his grip and you whine, walls contracting around his tongue. “Zuku—! Right there! Gonna cum..! Gonna cum..!” 

Midoriya moans against you and the vibration travels straight up through your body. He shifts, letting go of one of your thighs and bringing his right hand up. He shifts to move his mouth to your clit, tongue pressing flat against you. He slides two of his fingers, his index and middle gently inside of you. With how wet you are, they slide in easily. He begins stroking his fingers in a come hither motion as he sucks your clit.

Seconds later your entire body is convulsing, a choked gasp escaping your lips. Your eyebrows furrow and back arches off the bed and your thighs squeeze Midoriya’s head. He moans against you, gently grinding his fingers against your walls as you ride out your orgasm. Only slowing down as you begin to whine and gently push his head away. He huffs, pulling back and gently stroking your trembling thighs, laying them back on the bed. 

He looks up at you, freckled face flushed, eyes hazy, pupils blown. His thick green hair is even messier than normal and his lips and nose and cheeks are covered in your juices. He licks his lips and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck—You taste so good.. I’ll never get enough of you Dove..” He whispers, voice hoarse as his palm smooths along the skin of your thigh.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. “W-when the hell did you learn to do that?” You ask, slowly dragging yourself up to your elbows to gaze down at him. He gives you that same dopey grin and winks. “I told you, I wanted to seduce you, I want to make you happy. I always have.” He grins, then stands up off of his knees.

Your eyes are drawn to the prominent thick bulge in his boxer briefs. The bulge twitches when Midoriya sees your eyes on it and his face flushes again. There’s a wet stain at the tip of his bulge, and you lick your lips. “C’mere..Let's get you out of those. I want you, Izuku..” You coo, sitting up at the edge of the bed and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. You tug them down.

His shaft pops out and almost hits you in the face. The heat emanating from it is strong, like a mini hand warmer. Midoriya laughs and rubs the back of his head. You bite your bottom lip and tug the material gently down over the curve of his ass so the garment pools at his ankles. He lifts his feet lightly and kicks the garment aside as you admire him. “Wow Zuku you’re..” Midoriya laughs a little, almost embarrassed. His torso shakes lightly with his laugh. “Yeah..I know.”  He says, only sounding slightly bashful.

You reach forward and wrap your palm around his shaft. He was about 6 inches long, however your fingers, when you wrap your palm around him, don’t touch. He lets out a soft moan at the touch of your hand against his velvety skin. His shaft throbs hard in your hand, and a drop of precum pushes out of the tip of him and drips down over his foreskin. Your eyes follow the droplet before you swallow. “I don’t know if this will—”

“I’ve got lube—Water based.” He speaks quickly, his voice in a slightly higher pitch. You blink and gaze up at him. “Do you? And you were saying I was expecting this!” Midoriya’s chest flushes pink and he scratches the back of his head. “I had to be prepared for anything!” He exclaims back, “Do you know the probability of having sex is? What the probability of us having sex was? If you calculated—” Midoriya’s voice breaks off into a gasp when your tongue swipes over the head of his shaft, gathering the precum on your tongue and pulling your tongue back to swallow. Unsurprisingly, his taste is lightly sweetened. You don’t mind it.

He stutters after that, calling your name gently as he reaches down to place a hand on your head. You hum up at him as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his shaft. He lets out a moan, hips jerking slightly. You’re careful, curling your lips over your teeth and relaxing your jaw as you slowly slide the heavy length of him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue gently in circles over the head of his shaft, then wiggle it gently against the underside. 

Midoriya keens, mumbling a soft praise. “That feels so good, Dove..” He shudders. You place your free hand on his thigh and feel the muscle tense beneath you. You slide your head further down his shaft, sucking lightly as you go. He moans again and bites his bottom lip.

You bob your head once, twice, and then pull gently off of him. Midoriya lifts his hand to let you move, though a soft whine escapes his lips in response and your core throbs. You crawl back on the bed and curl two fingers to urge him to follow.

 “Don’t wanna suck—Want you inside me.” You call, shifting yourself back into his pillow. Midoriya stares at you for a moment before he opens the drawer at his bedside table and pulls out the bottle of lube. He crawls into the bed after you and practically hops into the spot between your legs. You laugh at his eagerness, and the sight of his heavy cock bouncing too. 

He pops the cap open and then pours a generous amount onto his hand before he settles himself more snugly between your thighs on his knees. Your legs splayed over each of his own. He puts the bottle down and leans forward to press his lips against yours as his fingers press down against your lower lips. 

You shudder at the coolness of the lube but Midorya’s true to his word, gently rubbing your entrance with his lubricated fingers. You moan into the kiss as his thumb gently circles your clit, and he easily slides two of his fingers into you again. He begins to gently spread them, slowly gliding them in and out of you before he attempts to slide the third finger in. With the added lube, he’s able to slide it in and gently spread you open. Your lips continue to peck and glide against one another before he presses his lips beneath your ear and you shudder, moaning and grasping his arm from both the pressure of his fingers inside you and his kisses to your sensitive spots. He whispers against your skin, “Nobody will ever hurt you again..Not with me, not with us. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, use you. You’ve never let anyone do it to me..” You shudder. His words pull at your heart. “Ready?” He asks gently, lifting his head to gaze into your eyes again. 

You’re trembling lightly, stretched from his fingers and you nod. “Yeah—Yeah. I am..Izuku.” He groans lightly when you say his name and he smiles, shifting to gently slide his fingers out of you. He grabs the bottle of lube and pops the cap again, applying it directly to his length. He shudders from the cold of it before closing the cap and using the hand he’d fingered you with to gently spread the lube along his shaft. He bites his lip, glancing down at himself before he shifts over you and plants one hand between your shoulder and your head while he props himself up onto his knees. He gently grinds the head of his cock against your clit and you shudder and moan, lifting your hips and wrapping them around his hips. He laughs. “Eager, aren’t we, Dove?” He asks, though from the heaviness of his voice he isn’t too far behind. You nod your head. “Yeah, I am. I’ve missed you, Zuku.” You say, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek and the boy melts, his shoulders untensing and he gently nuzzles his face into your palm. He turns his head to kiss it gently again, feeling the increase of your heartbeat before he smiles at you. He looks down again then, gently prodding you with the head of his cock before he begins gently pushing in. You hiss slightly once the tips inside, feeling him stretch your walls. Midoriya moans above you, his entire body shaking. “God—You..You feel so good, Dove..” He hisses, and you bite your bottom lip at the stretch. The lube helping, and the pleasure of him pushing his hips forward to inch his cock in deeper has your back arching slightly and a soft whine of pleasure escaping your lips. 

Your arms slide up and around his neck and you shift your hips up a little more and Midoriya groans as your walls, tight and hot and wet squeeze tight around his shaft. It doesn’t take long for his hips to come flush with your own, the soft curls of his happy trail brushing against your clit. You moan out, body shaking slightly at how full of him you feel, the stretch and the pleasure of his presence inside you. Your walls squeeze hard around his shaft and Midoriya can’t help but moan, his head dropping down to rest on your own. 

“I’ve..Fuck..” Midorya begins to gently rock his hips, soft waves of pleasure flowing through your body. “I’ve wanted this for so long, little Dove..to feel you hot and wet and,” Midoriya grunts as he lowers himself onto his elbows and forearms above you, then reaches one hand down to hike your hips up higher and gives a firm roll of his hips into yours. You gasp out a moan, thighs tightening around his waist. “tight around me..Your pussy feels so good, so good..” He whimpers, his voice cracking slightly at the pleasure and your entire body floods with a sunset at his words. 

“Shit Zuku—You’re so thick..so thick..!” you whine out, and Midoriya groans, attaching his lips to your neck and moving both his hands down to your hips so he can speed up the pace. The warmth of your bodies melding into one, heartbeats thrumming in tandem. Midoriya pulls away from your neck with a wet pop, leaving behind a visible bruise before he trails his lips up the side of your jaw and his lips brush your earlobe as his hips begin to pick up pace, rolling in circles, dragging his shaft out a few inches before pushing back into you.

 “Only for you—Only’ve ever wanted to do this with you..Wanted to make you feel loved..Treated right..I’m this hard because of you..Fuck—..Only feel this good because of your pussy—‘cause of your moans..You sound so cute..How could anyone ever hurt you..? I’ll be the one to make you feel this good—Unf. Every haa..time. ” He groans into your ear, a deep timbre and you whimper. 

Something so simple as his words strike that tired little rock within your chest and you find yourself becoming overwhelmed with emotions. The feel of his cock dragging in and out of your walls, grinding against you and filling you up in a way no-one ever has. His words of encouragement floating on your ears like a deep baritone, song beating to the rhythm your heart sobbed. His groans of pleasure, a bass striking the chords deep within your core, within your soul. You find yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks, chest tight, and your face buried into his shoulder, hips rolling back into his. “Zuku..Zuku..!” 

Your soft cries of his name bring him back up and he bites his lip as he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. He shakes his head, “Good girl, good girl. Let it all out. Zuzu’s here..I’m here. I’ll never let them treat you like that again. We’ll show them..We’ll show them.. Fuck—You’re so beautiful—Gorgeous. A mag,” a deep groan escapes him as he slides his hands up, lifting from your chest and planting his knees more firmly on the bed “nolia in bloom— Shit..!” 

He hoists your legs up gently to his shoulders, shifting his position and dragging a pillow from the side to push under your tailbone to keep you steady. He then slides his palms up to cup both sides of your neck, slowly leaning down and curling your body in. You cry out softly, fingers reaching up to grasp at his arms and squeeze. In this position you could feel him sliding in deeper, his thrusts more purposeful as he cradles your neck gently, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

“You’re my girl, sweetheart and I’ll never let anyone hurt you like that again..! Fuck—Me and you again, till the end just like always..” He moans, bangs falling over his eyes as his hips begin to rock harder into your own. The sound of his hips smacking into yours and the bed beginning to creak and bounce with his movements becoming more prominent, along with the slick sounds of his cock dragging in and out of you. You whine high in your throat and Midoriya shifts his hips downward a bit, driving his hips into you at more of an angle and letting one of his hands grasp yours, his right hand grasping your right hand and lacing your fingers together.  

You’re a sobbing mess by now, heart bursting and overwhelmed as you whine, moans coming out choked as the pressure begins building and coiling in your abdomen. Each thrust of his hips, a wet smack from where your bodies met and bounced against each other was heard. His left hand slides between your legs where the two of you’re connected and he begins to rub quick circles against the head of your clit. You choke out a cry of his name, free hand grasping at his upper arm as your back begins to arch off the bed. “Zuku! Zuku! F-fuck! I’m gonna—gonna cum! Gonna cum!” You cry, a choked garbled sound rising from your throat as Midoriya’s hips piston faster, his cock twitching inside of you. “Yeah? Yeah? Gonna c-cum for me Dove? Want you to cum for me, cum with me, c’mon.” Midoriya huffs through his nose, shifting once more to turn his head and bite your collarbone.

Your body burned like the summertime, the pressure building in your abdomen growing stronger with each thrust and rub of your clit, with each high praise sung into your ears with a love you hadn’t felt in years. Every single secret spilled, each nighttime promise and daytime hug and kiss and each fluffy butterfly you’d felt fluttering in your stomach when you’d been younger, with the same sparks igniting in your chest as the day you saw his beautiful emerald eyes again came rushing back to you. Your leg begins to shake, head tilting back, your back arching as you give out a choked cry. Your hand squeezing Midoriya’s so tight that your knuckles pale, and you sob out “Zuku Zuku Zuku!!” Pleasure lapping in flames at every single vein, in every organ as your orgasm overcomes you in a tidal wave. 

Your hearing whites out, but you vaguely make out the sound of Midoriya crying out your name into your shoulder as your walls convulse around his shaft, tightening and releasing against the velvety soft stiffness of his shaft. He cries, his entire body convulsing on top of you as his hand leaves your clit and instead fists the bedsheets, his hips rocking hard into yours as he cums, his cock throbbing hard and the warmth of his cum fills you. He’s whining and rocking into you as he rides out his own orgasm and prolongs yours. You whimper, burying your face into his neck as he curls into you. 

A few seconds later and the both of your bodies go slack at the same time. He shudders, and gently removes his hand from your own. Your hand tingles, as does every other part of your body as he gently peppers a kiss to your legs, carefully maneuvering them off of his soldiers to rest on the bed instead. You gaze up at him through hazy eyes, chest heaving and vision blurry. He lets out a soft sigh, leaning down to pepper soft kisses over your face. “That was wonderful, Dove..I’ve never felt so good..I’ve missed you so much..so much..” He murmurs against you, and you whine, your hands shakily coming up to cup his cheeks to still his face to press a loving kiss to his lips. He kisses back, and you whisper back to him, voice hoarse and throat dry. “I missed you too…” You mutter and his eyebrows furrow. 

You see tears pool in his eyes as he leans his palm into your cheek and then gently cups your opposite cheek with his free hand. “Tell me you’ll join me..Tell me you’ll stay with me..I can’t lose you again—Not..Not after getting you back. Please..Please..” His voice cracks as he begs you, tears pooling in his emerald eyes, red forming in the whites. His pupils are still blown out, but coming back to size. You look into his eyes, and think about what he wants. To be with you, to show the world only what they refuse to see, to show what compassion can do, what loving someone, what missing someone, and what it means to truly be a hero. You think, really, of how all Midoriya wants to do is save you, to protect you and others, to do for him exactly what you’d done for him all those years ago. You turn your head gently, pressing your lips to the softness of his palm and nod.

“I will.”

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CW: Dirty talk, slight creeping from another hybrid, overall NSFW

You were always warned about the potential dangers of working for a hellhound. How they prey on hybrids like yourself and how you should be on your toes. Who had ever heard of a sheep hybrid working well with a hellhound? But you persisted, accepting the position of personal assistant to one Enji Todoroki.

You knew it would be challenging, but you were ready, always looking up to the large flame hound with reverence and adore. The first day was an odd one. Arriving early, you made his coffee and had his morning coffee prepared. When he came, you couldn’t help but stare up at him as he walked by; bowing slightly, you say, “Good Morning, Sir. My name is (y/n)-” “I know who you are.” He says curtly. As he looks you up and down, you notice the slight flare of his nostrils. His pupils turn into slits as he leans down to your level to look at you. Leaning close to your neck, he sniffs a few times before standing tall. Your cheeks burn as you worry about how you smell. “Hm...Precious.” He says before he walks into his office. You stand for a second, stunned, before trailing behind him with your clipboard.

The next few months were...interesting, to say the least. You had always heard and seen on TV how intimidating and standoffish he was but, as you worked with him more, you got to see those soft cracks. He even invited you to join him for mundane things as the months went along. Dinners and lunches became almost routine; your professional and personal lives seemingly bleed together. He became softer to you, and you felt that you could confide in him when things got tough for you. He also became highly protective of you, not as if you needed it. Being able to handle your own in a work environment filled with predator alphas was a skill you learned quickly before working for him. However, you did notice how Enji would growl at younger employees who would flirt with you or place a protective hand around your waist during meetings with other heroes. Especially whenever the no. 2 hero Hawks would come around. The young griffon hybrid had taken a liking to you a while into your employment. Always finding an excuse to follow you around and compliment you endlessly on your physique.

“Honestly, Enji. How can you work with such a plush and tasty one like that? I’d have them bent over my desk in a heartbeat.” Hawks would tease slightly as he watched you. Enji would growl possessively, telling Hawks to knock it off. “They’re a loyal employee. I’m grateful to have someone as determined as them.” He would say. Pausing a moment to indeed look over your form, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips and thighs. Yearning to know what it would feel like to have his fingers in the softness of your curls, brushing fingers across your cute ears. His eyes finally ended on your tail, wagging excitedly as you wrote down dates and appointments on the large calendar you had insisted on putting up for him. Saying, ‘That way, even if I’m not here, I trust you won’t be totally lost.’ He grunted at the notion but had to hide his blush at the bright and warm smile you gave him. “They are..attractive. But that has no bearing on work ethic Hawks.” He says as he forces his eyes back down to the papers in front of him.

You walk up to his desk, setting down a few papers before leaning over. “Ok, so this is the plan for the next few weeks. I’ve scheduled a few interviews and appearances and spaced them out, so you have some time to prepare.” You begin as you point to different dates and times. You were wearing a relatively low-cut maroon dress; Enji had mentioned once that the color looked good on you. With your hair pulled back, anyone could get a nice view of your assets. It became clear when Enji glanced over to see Hawks unabashedly staring at your chest. The rage that filled him was something he had never experienced before. Standing up, he gripped Hawks arm, pulling him towards and out the door before closing and locking it. You stopped your explanation, watching, confused as your boss’ flames grew slightly before extinguishing entirely as he walked towards you. “Sir? Is everything ok?” You asked. Enji stood in front of you, looking you up and down before settling on your face. With one hand, he gently pushed a stray lock of curly hair behind your ear. Entranced by how your brown skin shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Cupping your face gently, he brushed the apple of your cheek, smiling softly as you leaned into his hand. You held onto his wrist with your much more petite hands—ears flattening as you looked up at him with a smile. “Y/N…Is it..alright if I kiss you?”, He asks. Your eyes widen as his thumb grazes your lips; you nod quickly, not wanting to wake up from this dream. He leans down, gently pressing his lips against yours. You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whimper softly. He tastes like hickory and coffee, and your tail shakes excitedly as you feel his hands grip your hips. Pulling back, he stares at your face, eyes half-lidded and soft pants escaping your plump lips. Growling softly, he lifts you up; walking back to his chair, he sits down, placing you on top of his desk.

“Do you know how many times I have to excuse myself because I can smell how horny you are?” He says as he kisses your neck, fingers gripping your plush thighs as he gently pulls them apart. “You smell so fucking delicious, like milk and honey.” He says as he kisses down the valley of your breast. His tail thumping against his chair as he reaches behind to grip the zipper of your dress. “May I?” He asks as he looks up at you. You nod again, face flushed as you hold his face in your hands. “You can do whatever you want, Sir. I’ve waited so long for this.” You say as you feel him lower our zipper, gently pulling down the straps of your dress. He growls softly as he sucks on one of your nipples, pinching and pulling on the other. Hearing your soft moans and pleas for him to give you more, the gentle tugging of his hair as you press yourself into him. As he switches to your other breast, he lets one hand roam, squeezing your thighs and ass before reaching your tail. So soft and short, he can’t help but tug it gently, kneading it as he milks your tits. Your soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears as he continued to ravish you. One of your hands rubbed his fluffy ear, making him growl and bite your nipple. Pulling back, he kisses down your soft stomach, kissing every stretchmark before he reaches your mound. Getting on his knees, he looks up at you, gently rubbing your clit with his thumb as he kisses the inside of your thighs. You moan louder, bucking your hips against his fingers. “Are you ready little lamb? To have this wolf eat you?” He asks as he continues to rub your clit. You nod quickly, spreading your legs more as you whimper softly. “Please, Enji. Eat me~.”

His resolve snaps as he lunges in; licking your hole gently, he groans. You taste so good, so sweet. His tail thumps against the floor as he thrusts his tongue into your entrance. Fingers digging into your thighs as he slowly moves his tongue inside of you, nose brushing against your clit. It feels like hours go by as he devours you, drinking you down as he gently coaxes orgasm after orgasm from you. Deciding you’re ready, he stands up; as he begins to undo his belt, you stop him. Moving to kneel in front of him, you undo his belt and pull out his cock, drooling slightly at how heavy it is in your hands. It throbs as you stroke it gently, feeling every vein and ridge as you grip the base. Looking up at him with big eyes, you begin to take him into your mouth. Whimpering as you take more of his cock down your throat. He groans above you, gently placing a hand on your head, admiring your curls and how soft they feel. You whimper as you struggle taking the last two inches of his cock, choking and drooling as you keep trying. Enji can’t take it anymore and grips your head; thrusting deeply, he holds you to the base, rutting against you as he moans loudly. “Fuck Y/N! I’m gonna cum down that slutty mouth of yours.” He growls.

Your tiny hands grip his hips as you feel his cock pulse in your throat. Cumming down your throat as he whines, tail wagging like crazy. Pulling back, he holds onto your cheeks, tilting your face up to him to examine you. What he wasn’t expecting was your blissed-out eyes and mouth open, filled with his cum. Gulping it down and showing their mouth empty again. Lifting you up and laying you back down on the table, he spread your legs, rubbing your clit gently as he stroke his cock. “Ready little lamb?” He asks as he gently presses the tip of his cock against your entrance. Nodding frantically, you mewled, reaching up for him. “Please, Enji...Breed me~ I wanna feel your fat cock inside me so bad!” You moan out as you look up at him. Desperately holding himself together, he sheaths himself slowly inside, growling at your walls constricting around his cock. His claws grew and dug into your plush thighs as he pushed them to your chest, licking his lips at your soft stomach and tits as he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his cock press against your cervix, throbbing by the second. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your whimpers, your soft skin under his large hands. It was all too much; Baring his fangs, he began thrusting hard and deep inside. Making you whine louder and hold onto his forearms. The slapping of his balls against your ass rang loudly throughout the room as he began to quicken his pace. Lifting you up, he held you close, snarling in your ear as he bounces you on his cock, claws drawing blood as they sink into the flesh of your ass. “Fuck..You fit so well on my cock; how does it feel to be a cock sheath little lamb.” He growls as he feels you cum around his cock. You can barely speak, eyeliner and mascara streaking down your face as you thought your pussy clench around him. “S-so good! Your cock feels so good!” You babbled as you tried to hold onto him. He chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck as he sits back in his chair, bouncing you on his cock while he watches your face. Flushed out and crying from overstimulation, he can’t help but think you’re ethereal. The look in your eyes is one he hasn’t seen towards him in a while, one of pure love and admiration. “Enji. Enji, I love you.” You say so sweetly to him; he reaches up and cups your face gently, you grind your hips down on his cock. Taking some control, you begin to bounce on his cock slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. “Fuck. I love you more, Y/N. Fuck I want to keep you to myself. Always so jealous of letting those lackeys seeing what’s mine.” He growls as he watches you bounce on his cock. Leaning up to suckle on one of your breasts as he holds you closer to him. One of his ear twitches, listening around, he notices you both aren’t alone. You see, he’s distracted, lifting his head up to stop bouncing, whimpering softly. “Enji...is everything ok?” You asked worriedly. The sunset reflects off of your e/c eyes, making them shimmer and glow. He lifts you up again, spinning you around and rolling you both towards the window. Spreading your legs wide, he slowly thrusts up into you, kissing your hair and gently rubbing your clit. “Just relax for me, little lamb. You need to if you’re gonna take my knot.” He says as you start to feel something else slowly bumping against your entrance. You begin to relax before beginning to comprehend what he said. Before you can even ask him to explain, he grips your hips, slamming you down onto his knot. You feel his knot press against your g-spot, sending you over the edge, squirting on his cock with your legs shivering. His piercing blue eyes, staring off outside as he bites down on your shoulder, you only let out a squeal as he starts thrusting inside faster, rutting against you. He can’t help but get you on the floor, thrusting down, determined to make you cum again before he fills your womb. You’re marked up and bruised, still looking like an angel to him as he finally holds you close to him. Howling softly as he fills your tiny cunt, letting you pant softly and regain your composer as he pets your

head. Looking up to meet golden eyes across the way to the top of the building.

#🛸🛸🛸 #✨cernunnos writings #🦹‍♀️mha #endeavor x reader smut #bnha endeavor #bnha enji todoroki #endeavor x reader #endeavor #enji todoroki #citrus dome collab #💖collabs #male!reader #endeavour x male!reader

[miscellaneous-bnha]

A little “Christmas Magic”

Kirishima x Fem!Reader x Denki

This is my piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten’s Citrus Dome “Snowed In” Collab.

Link to the Collab: https://tomurasprincess.tumblr.com/post/637531853698547712/citrus-dome-server-snowed-in-collab

Warning: slightly Scumbag Kiri/Denki, dubious consent (at the start), Possessive/FeralDenki, Smug Kiri, some exhibitionism, lowkey yandere Denki if you squint, dumbification, a little tongue pulling, light cum play

Also, I write Denki as someone who pretends to be stupid but is actually extremely intelligent.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Being childhood friends with Denki had it’s perks; knowing how intelligent your best friend is compared to how stupid he likes to act is one of them, so you knew that it was no accident he kept you distracted long enough for the blizzard to roll in.

Effectively trapping you in his home with his roommate Kirishima.

“Aww come on! It’s not that terrible! We’ve got good heating, enough food n’ snacks. The world’s BEST portable charger,” he points to himself dramatically, “And, if you do get bored of me, Kirishima’s here too.”

“You say that like you were planning on excluding me from your plans.” Kirishima looks at his roommate unimpressed. You stifle a giggle.

“Even if he was, I wouldn’t let him.” You nudge the redhead with your shoulder, making him snort a laugh.

“Fair enough.”

“So you agree it’s not that bad?” Denki bats his eyes at you, causing you to push his face away with a scoff.

“Alright alright. It could be worse.” He grins.

“I’m glad you agree!”

The three of you spend the night talking about the latest games the three of you have been following. They had both just convinced you to download a multiplayer rpg when the power suddenly went out, leaving you all in the dark.

“Oof, unlucky. I guess even state of the art homes still get black outs.” You mutter.

“More likely than you think. Here, why not get closer before the temperature starts to drop.” Kiri offers.

“Sure, why not. I’ll be thankful for it later anyhow.” You sandwich yourself between Denki and Kiri laying on your back as the three of you bundled together.

“Everyone’s phones charged up?” Denki peeks at your phone, still going strong at 95%

“Yeah, it should be good for a while longer. Anyone up for some music?”

For the next 3 hours, you continue to talk until you find yourself growing sleepy. Comfortably warm, you can’t help the way your eyes slip close.

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When you wake up again, you can still hear the wind whipping around outside. You grab your phone only to be met with the no battery signal. Both boys on either side of you completely knocked out.

You tsk at your own stupidity. ‘I should have turned it off when I realized I was getting sleepy.’ You thought to yourself, leaning over Denki to use his phone to check the time.

The numbers 9:27am stared back at you. Just as you move to settle back into your spot, Denki’s arms suddenly wrap around you.

“Mm… five more minutes…” the angle at which he grabbed you made it so you were lying on top of him, your legs straddling his hips.

“Uhm… Denks…” you try to shake him gently.

“Noooo… jus’ five mmm….” he starts to snore softly again, and you’re left stuck on him.

You sigh, accepting your fate. With your phone dead, you decide whether or not you should stick the charger into his mouth and plug your phone in or if you should just go back to sleep. Unfortunately, with how restless you felt, sleeping wasn’t an option, and you’d feel pretty guilty for disturbing him from what must be a good dream.

A really good dream.

Your face erupts into flames when you realize there’s something hard poking at you. The blush darkens when he groans and his hips jerk up to grind against you.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t ever attracted to your childhood friend; blonde hair, golden eyes, killer smile. You saw how popular he was back then, and you can see it in his hero ratings now. Even aside from his looks, his goofy, lovable, secretly intelligent nature made it impossible not to fall for him all those years ago.

But you also knew he tended to be a flirt, which made it hard to tell if he was genuine. Especially since his advances were never directed at you.

Wishful thinking made it easy to believe that he didn’t flirt with you because “he didn’t want to think the one person he cares the most about to think he was playing with them”, but reason told you otherwise.

You’ve met some of his exes, and none of them were like you.

So, in the friendzone you stayed. ‘Better than nothing’, you reason, and— much to your own surprise— you’re satisfied with that.

You shake your head and squirm. “Denki…! Wake up you idiot!” He snorts when you headbutt his chest, head sitting up as he let you go to rub at the spot you hit.

“Awww… I was having a good dream…”

“I’m sure you were!” You spit, embarrassed.

You make an attempt to hide it. “Also, I need a favor, my phone died while we were sleeping.”

“Ah, yeah. I tried turning your music off, but I guess that didn’t work.” You hum, but nod.

“Thanks for trying. Mind charging it for me?”

He taps a finger to his chin, pretending to think about it before he grins. “Sure, but it’ll cost ya.” You snort.

“Ha ha. What do I owe?”

“A kiss.” You roll your eyes. Even as a kid, Denki always liked to say stuff like that.

You lean down and press a kiss to his cheek.

“There, your kiss. Now can you charge my phone?” You have to bite your tongue to hold back a yelp when you’re suddenly flipped over on your back, Denki hovering over you.

“You can do better than that!” He grins when you snort.

“Oh really now?” You plant another, wetter, kiss to his cheek with a smack. “And is that good enough for you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh come on!” You whisper-yell, fake exasperated, “I give! What more could you possibly want??”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes!”

He pauses, eyes watching you for a moment before suddenly his lips are on yours. One hand cupping your jaw, thumb circling the underside of your chin, the other bracing himself over you.

You don’t expect it, nor do you expect the way he deepens the kiss so effortlessly even while you’re still floundering for steady ground. He almost seems to be intent on trying to keep you stumbling.

You gasp and pant when he parts from your lips with a wet smack; head foggy with confusion, you don’t have any time before his lips are back on yours, smothering you into another blissful, naïve cloud.

You whine when the hand cupping your jaw trails down slowly, fingers intertwining with yours and giving a gentle squeeze, bringing it above your head to pin it there.

“W-Wait!” You gasp, trying to come back down to reality, still not believing what’s happening.

“No.” He nips the side of your neck, making you groan softly, “Waited long enough.”

“Wh- what do you mean??” You don’t get your answer. Instead, he presses more hot kisses to your lips, each accompanied with a soft smack.

“Denki—!” You hiss through your teeth when he bites down on your neck again, harder this time. He covers your mouth with one hand, hushing softly.

“Waited too long for this. Should’ve just said something a long time ago.” His breath is hot against your ear, making you squirm when his teeth nibble on the lobe. “Should’ve told you how I feel ages ago.”

You can’t help the excited thumping of your heart, especially if his words mean what you hope they do. You gasp when you feel his hard on grind against you, sound stolen from you when Denki presses another deep kiss to your lips.

“Fuck, need you. Need you so fucking bad.” He borderline growls as his free hand disappears below the blanket covering the both of you. You’re just about to let the haze overcome you when you suddenly hear Kirishima snort from next to you, making your blood freeze.

“Denki..! Kirishima’s right there—!” He groans burying his face in your neck.

“Fuck..! I know! ‘S fine!” He flips you both again so that you’re on top, tugging at the pair of sweatpants you borrowed and your panties.

“We can’t!” He bucks his hips into yours, making you inhale sharply. He tugs you down so your chest is pressed to his. You can feel the way his heart is pounding through your thin shirts.

“For fuck’s sake, please, baby girl. I can’t. I can’t wait anymore.” He groans into your ear, hands pinning your hips to his, moving you to grind against him.

“But Kirishima—!”

“Kirishima—” He growls his roommate’s name with disdain, making you shudder with fear and arousal, “— won’t know if you stay quiet.” He hisses when he finally manages to slide the sweatpants off of you, bare cock nudging against your panty-clad pussy.

“Please. I need you so fucking bad it hurts. I will combust if I can’t fuck you right fucking now.” You shiver when you feel his fingers pull the crotch of your underwear to the side, fingers sliding through your slick and circling your clit.

“Okay, okay okay okay— wait!” You bite your lip when he shoves his leaking cock into you, growling into your shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck…” he groaned, hips fucking up into you with soft ‘paps’

“Den—ki!” You whine, grinding down on his cock as much as he would let you.

“That’s it, baby…. jus’ keep sayin’ m’ name.”

“Or maybe mine.”

The shock of hearing Kirishima’s voice right by your ear has you clamping down on Denki’s cock, sending you over the edge when he thrusts roughly into you.

“Kiri—“ Denki slaps a hand over your mouth, cutting you off.

“Seriously?” Denki growls, pissed. He doesn’t pull out though, opting to fuck into you still,

“Aww, come on. I’m not the one breaking promises around here, Denki. Don’t get a little salty because I wanted to join in on the fun.” You shudder and moan, overstimulated.

It’s hard to focus on the conversation as yet another orgasm builds. You can barely focus on the fact that you just got caught fucking your childhood friend by his roommate, at least until two hands grab you by your shoulders and pull you against a firm chest.

“Kirishima! Wh—” You whine when one arm wraps around your neck, not squeezing, but keeping you pinned to his chest, the other pinching and pulling at your nipple,

“Kaminari here can’t keep a promise, so I’m just having some fun touching you.” He laughs, seemingly unbothered. Then he whispers into your ear,

“But don’t worry; I’ll give it to you later.” You squeeze and clench around Denki’s cock at the sound of that.

Kirishima’s hand trails down your body, leading a trail of goosebumps until his fingers pinch and tug at your clit. He activates his quirk, the rough sensation of his hardened fingers add to your pleasure until you’re creaming on Denki’s cock all over again. You whine, trying to pull away from the stimulation, but Kiri just holds you there, letting Denki rut up into you until he’s cumming, hissing through his teeth until he can’t bring himself to pull out anymore.

You’re vaguely aware of the fact that he isn’t wearing a condom, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t have time to as you feel yourself falling asleep again.

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When you wake up, you’re cuddled in Kirishima’s arms. He gives you a bright, toothy smile when he notices your eyes opening.

“Well good morning, sleeping beauty! Well, good afternoon now.” You groan, feeling a little sore.

“What time is it?”

“About 2pm. You didn’t actually sleep that long.” You grunt.

“Where’s Denki?”

“Grabbing some snacks together. Your phone finished charging, by the way.

He presses the device into your hands and you stare at it owlishly until your brain catches up with your body.

“Ah, thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

You set it off to the side, sitting up and stretching. Your face twists when you feel something leaking out of you.

“Ugh.. I should go and get cleaned up… well, as much as I can anyway.” You throw the blanket to the side, but you don’t have the opportunity to stand before Kirishima’s hands are on your hips.

“About what I said earlier…” he murmurs softly. It takes you a moment, but you blush when you finally remember.

“Wh-what about it?”

“Do you mind?” He squeezes his hands gently.

You chew your lip. Everything considered, he’d watched and helped Denki fuck you, and you certainly were curious…

“... alright, why not?” Kirishima grins before patting his lap, pushing his shorts and boxers down. Your eyes widen when his cock stands,

“Have you been hard this whole time??” As smug as he’d been acting earlier, he seemed to get a little shy at your question

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“You were!” He sputters, but pulls you into his lap.

“Look, of course I’m going to be hard.” He teases the sharp points of his teeth against your neck,

“Thinking about all those noises you made, the way you looked on his cock…” he growls playfully, biting down on your shoulder until you whine softly.

“Shit... just hurry up then!” You grumble, giving his cock a couple of good strokes.

He flips you around so your back is against his chest again, slowly sinking you down on his cock as you both groan.

“Christ... I see why he wasn’t keen on sharing.” Kiri raises you by the hips, slamming you back down on his cock with a hiss,

“So fucking tight baby girl…” he groans as you whine, falling back against his chest. Your body shakes with his laughter.

“Awww… already stupid from my cock stuffing your tight little hole?” He groans, but you can feel the way he grins against your neck,

“That’s alright, baby. I’ll take care of ya.”

Your whines and moans do eventually attract Denki, pulling him away from his task. He scowls at Kirishima, who only continues to lazily bounce you on his cock.

“You could have at least waited until I came back.”

“And miss a chance at fucking her cute little pussy? I don’t think so.” You whine when Kiri forces your hips to still, instead rotating your hips so his cock grinds deep inside.

You feel Denki grip your jaw with one hand, the fingers on his other hand slipping inside your mouth. You yelp when you feel him pinch your tongue, tugging it out and forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him.

“You’ve always had such a pretty little mouth too…” Denki says more to himself than to you, letting go of your tongue in favor of tugging his cock out of his sweatpants.

“Mind if I use it?”

He taps the tip of it against your tongue, groaning a soft “good girl” when you suck on it, only for you to choke when he pushes more of his length into your mouth.

“Hey, take it easy man.” Kiri starts to bounce you on his cock again, making you moan with each drop of your hips. Denki grunts, cupping your cheeks with his hands,

“She’ll be alright, won’t you baby?” You whine softly, too busy focusing on the rising heat in your core.

“Either way, I don’t think she’s coherent enough to even notice if my balls smack against her chin.” Denki says as he snaps his hips forward again, making you gag.

“Well… don’t make her sick.”

“She’ll be fine.”

You moan and gag with every drop and rise of your hips respectfully. In some ways, Denki was right when he said you’d hardly notice him shoving his cock down your throat; come later, it’ll be sore as hell, but for now, it added to the curling pleasure that only seemed to build the more roughly they treated you.

You feel Kirishima reach forward to pinch a nipple, making you gag out a yelp around Denki’s cock. Both of them hiss in unison.

“Shit, I think she liked that.” Kirishima gives it another painful tug, causing you to whine and your cunny to flutter.

“Fuck.. keep doing that.” Denki groans out, forgetting completely about your comfort for a moment when he shoves his dick all the way down your throat, making you choke when Kirishima buries himself balls deep.

You feel like your head is floating aimlessly by the time they start to lose control. Between Kiri’s thick, heavy cock splitting you open and Denki fucking your face, your eyes roll back as you cum hard, whining and moaning through your choked noises.

“Fuuuuuck, that’s it baby! Just tighten up like that!” Kirishima growls as he abandons your nipple, opting to rub your clit instead to keep you cumming.

Denki hisses and pulls his cock out of your mouth, instead leaving the tip on your tongue as he strokes himself to completion.

Both men are loud when they cum, and you can only whine when you feel your body turn to gelatin again.

You grimace when Denki pushes his cum around on your tongue, only removing his finger when he’s satisfied with the look of it. “Swallow for me, yeah?” He pets your cheek when you comply, smiling in satisfaction.

You can feel Kirishima’s cum leak out of you the second he pulls out. He lets out a low whistle, lightly patting your ass. “What a sight to behold.”

You flop back against Kirishima’s chest, groaning softly. “Now can I get cleaned up?”

“Of course. Just give us a sec, yeah?”

“Or you could just stay like this for-“

“No thank you, Denki.”

“Party pooper.”

#bnha collab #citrus dome collab #snowed in collab #Denki x reader x Kirishima #Denki x reader #Kirishima x reader #read the warnings please! #will add more tags later

[knifeewifee]

Ahhhhh my dumb ass was LATE for this cause I’m not home 🥺 anyways! Here’s my collab piece for citrus dome!

Check it out here!

MasterList

#bnha #knifeewifee art #knifeewifee #bnha fanart #my hero academia #dabi #hawks #boku no hero academia #citrus dome collab

[the-angriestpineapple]

Bountiful Harvest (Endeavor x Fem Reader)

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Rating: Explicit

Characters: Todoroki Enji (Endeavor)

Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Gods AU collaboration. Enji isn’t based on a particular god, but who better to be one than him?  Masterlist is here.

Prompt: Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the fruits of your labor at the altar. Every day you pray. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods.

But you never expected one to answer…

Word Count: ~3k

Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the fruits of your labor at the altar. Every day you pray. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods.

But you never expected one to answer…

The god your family prayed to was one that your father insisted was powerful. He was almighty, he was deadly for the enemies of his followers. You weren’t entirely sure if that was true. Your lives were… peaceful enough. Your crops were good. Your family was healthy. As a family you prayed together very consistently. However only your father made an offering every new moon, when the sun dominated the sky. He was the only one allowed in your family shrine when the offering was made so you never really know what it was, but you assumed that it was part of your crops. Outside of that you would quietly tag along, looking at the stone walls in boredom and waiting for your father’s droning prayers to cease.

Then the leader of the kingdom to the north declared war on your kingdom, and able bodied men were conscripted to the army. Your father had to go, but he made sure to tell you that as the eldest child of the family it fell on you to make the monthly sacrifice. You honestly weren’t sure if the god existed or not but you make sure to tell your father that you will do as he asks if he isn’t back in time.

The new moon rolls around before your father returns. You select some of your best crops – corn, potatoes, greens. A bit of everything you grow. You even throw in two loaves of fresh bread that you’d baked earlier that day. That had to be enough. 

Your father had explained the reason why the sacrifice was made the day of the new moon. It was when the sun was at its most powerful, and your family’s patron god was a solar deity. Your father had waxed poetic about everything that this particular god did but you weren’t exactly listening. It was important to your father though, so you’d do what he asked. You enter the small, windowless building that your father built to the god. Despite the fact that there were no windows the roof was glass, with a circular hole in the center. Torches lined the walls, and you were surprised to see that they were burning. They had always been burning when you came in with your family but you assumed that your father lit them. You take the few steps to the flat, wide table that serves as the altar, taking a few moments to study it. The table was a large stone slab moreso than a table, really. A second large stone sat in the front, carved with what looks like fire, and a single word.

Endeavor.

You say it quietly to yourself, your voice echoing strangely in the small room. It gives you a strange feeling as if you’re being watched. You place the basket on the altar and dip your head respectfully before you head out, closing the door quietly behind you.

Your father doesn’t return before the next new moon. This means that you need to give the next offering. You pack up another basket of your best crops and bake some small cakes this time, bringing the offering out when the sun is highest in the sky. You let yourself into the room again and make your way to the altar. Before you can set your basket down, though, all the torches go out.

You turn and step down off the small dias that the table sits on, looking at them. You’re confused. You shut the door, there should be no air coming through here. And even if there was it hadn’t been that windy today. So what had made the torches go out…?

“Foolish mortal.” A booming voice echoes from behind you and you jump, whirling around. Standing before you is the largest man you’ve ever beheld. He has to be almost seven feet tall, shoulders almost as wide as the altar. Thick, strong arms crossed over a barrel chest. Legs roped with muscle. He’s wearing a deep red tunic that reminds you of fire. Or of blood. His eyes are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen, and his gaze makes you want to run for your life.

“Your sacrifice was paltry, laughable. Offensive. I do not take sacrifices in the form of plants and breads.” He spits the words as if you’d offered him manure instead of your best crops. “I require something with vitality. Blood. Meat.” The large god sneers down at you and you can’t help but recoil a little. That was what your father did every month? How had you not noticed him killing something to bring in here?

Then the god – Endeavor, if the word on the altar was correct – was walking toward you. He was even larger and more intimidating as he stared down at you with a scowl. His arms were now hanging at his sides, and you couldn’t help but notice that each of his hands could easily engulf your entire head. Your eyes are snapped back up to his face as he speaks again. “As I see that you’ve brought another unacceptable offering, I will provide you with two choices. Either you find me something better, or I’m removing my blessing from your family.”

Better. You curse inwardly and bite your lip. What could you offer a god?

“I’m waiting, mortal.” You look up at him while still biting your lip. “I’m… I’m not killing anything. I can’t. Is there something else you’ll accept?” Endeavor raises his brow and crosses his arms over his chest once more.

“I told you what my requirements are. Either give me what I desire or your blessings are revoked.” You go over in your head everything that your father claimed prayer to this god was responsible for. Your safety. Healthy livestock. Your family’s health. You think of your sibling, who hadn’t been feeling well recently. You think of your mother, and how weak she had been after your last sibling had been born. You think about the harsh winters that only a bountiful harvest that summer had enabled you to survive. You’re struck with a cold realization that your family could possibly perish without these boons. And it would be entirely your fault.

The words are out of your mouth without any further thought. “I wish to sacrifice myself.” You stand straighter, jaw clenched in determination and hands balled at your sides. He doesn’t respond right away, just appraises you quietly.

“Hm. It has been some time since a maiden has offered herself as the sacrifice. Very well. I accept.” With a speed you almost can’t follow he snatches your arm and drags you up to the altar. You’ve resigned yourself to this fate, sorrowful that you won’t be able to say goodbye to your family. But they’ll be safe, and that soothes the pain of the fact that a god is about to kill you. You’re all but flung over the altar, hips hitting the edge hard. You close your eyes and prepare for the crushing blow.

What you don’t expect are large hands smoothing over your side and your hips. Your heart pounds and your thoughts run wild as the soft caresses continue, unhurried and purposeful. What was he doing? Why didn’t he just get on with it and kill you? Was he trying to decide the best way to do it? Did he eat his sacrifices? A nervous laugh bubbles in your chest but doesn’t quite make it out as you think of your mother telling a much younger you to not play with your food.

The hands slide back up from your calves, over your hips, up your sides. You’re trembling, the anticipation to your own death is horrible. He gently gathers your hair to one side and grips at the back of your neck. Ah, so he would snap your neck. At least it would be over quickly. But he just squeezes and then drags his fingertips down your clothed spine. You’re a bundle of nerves and near tears, wishing he would just kill you and end this. Then the hands come to rest on your ass, heavy palms kneading the flesh, and he pushes his hips into you. Endeavor’s voice rings in your mind - it has been some time since a maiden has offered herself as the sacrifice – and you realize that he does not intend to kill you. Oh. Oh. He wants… This is much, much more preferable.

You’re no stranger to sex. You were of marrying age, and the boy that you had been interested in had talked you into lying with him before he ran off to wed the girl his parents had set up for him. You’d had no knowledge of their arrangement, and you were crushed. Luckily your parents were understanding of the fact that your heart had been shattered even if they weren’t aware of just how far things had gone with the boy. They didn’t press for you to find a husband. You were a help to your parents, they were not very keen on losing that. You had been with this boy a few times, enough times that you weren’t afraid as the god started to lift your dress.

Your experience was limited, so you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt a long stripe of a tongue licking up your slit. Your knees buckle. His tongue is so hot, and now that his hands are on your bare skin you’re acutely aware of just how much heat is radiating from him. You’ve never been in the presence of a god, let alone this close to one. Did they all feel like this? Or was it just this one in particular? This line of thought is interrupted as he licks another hard stripe up your sex, pulling a shaky moan from you. You’d never had a mouth there before. It was amazing how good it felt.

He didn’t speak as he lavished his tongue over your core. He only gives a rumbling noise of approval as your body responds to his attention and he laps up the slick he’s getting out of you. You’re confused about what is happening since the boy you’d been with previously had only kissed you, and thrust up between your legs a few times. But who are you to question a god? Especially one that is gripping your upper thigh this hard and whose tongue is starting to curl inside you like that.

Your legs are spreading wider to accommodate his bulk without really thinking about it, needing more of whatever he’s doing to you. Your eyes are fluttering closed, breath coming out in pants, risen up on the tips of your toes. You can’t believe how amazing it feels. But then thick fingers are sliding along your slit as well. One of them slips easily inside. You’re surprised at how one finger rivals the boy you’d been with, and how easily it slid in. How wet you were. Except Endeavor’s finger is crooking inside of you and hitting spots that you didn’t know existed. You gasp when he hits a certain spot, your legs shaking. He chuckles at your response and resumes running his tongue along the outside of your sex.

Neither of you speak as he works you over. The only sound in the small temple are the noises he’s drawing from you with his meticulous movements. You’re still pretty quiet, even as he’s making your eyes roll back in your head. You feel like you need to be. The temple is far enough from the house, but your siblings like to play in the field that cuts through between the temple and the house. You didn’t want them to come check on you and find you like this.

You can’t help the yelp when his finger slides out and two slide back in though. It doesn’t hurt, but you weren’t expecting it. You feel so full. It’s a new feeling, and it’s so perfect. His fingers alternate between curling up and pressing into the spot that makes you gasp and scissoring. Your hips are rocking back into his hand. Your own hands grasping at the edge of the altar. His fingers are working you expertly and his tongue is still dragging along your skin and dipping down to suck gently at your clit. It feels like there’s a wire in your belly and it’s being pulled tighter and tighter. It’s divine. You need more.

Just as you think this, he obliges. A third finger slips easily inside of you. This time when he presses up against that spot again you cry out, feeling something in you snap, and clench around the intrusion. He gently flexes his finger over the spot as you ride out whatever this was. You’d never had an orgasm before. Just as the heat in your belly starts to die down he easily slides in a fourth finger. He is not done with you yet. You can’t believe how far you’re stretched with no pain. But Endeavor is sliding out of you, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. His large hands slide around to your front, one resting on your stomach and one sliding up to grasp your jaw. His hand is so big that some fingers are also pressing into your throat. You feel him lift you from the altar – from the floor entirely – and brings you to rest on him. Your back is pressed to his hard chest, and your slit is resting on his large shaft. Before you can feel any panic over how big he is everywhere, he tilts your head back and catches your lips with his own.

Your mind flatlines. You’re kissing a god. He has you fully off the floor, barely able to brush your toes if you point them. You can’t help the soft moan that is lost in his mouth. His hips start to move, rocking back and forth. Sliding along your slit, collecting your slick on his shaft. You’re starting to lose the need to stay quiet. The way he’s holding you up, the way his tongue tastes like you, it all feels so forbidden. It sends a spike of heat to your core. Before you even realize you’re doing it, your hips are rocking with his own. At least as well as they can when he has you pinned to his chest like this.

You’re losing yourself in his kiss. One of your arms comes up to cup the back of his neck, wanting to pull him closer. Needing more of this heat that he radiates. He growls as your hips slide over his length more desperately, finally tearing his mouth from yours and dropping you to bend you back over the altar. You hear the sound of him spitting on his own cock, then the press of his blunt head lining up with your entrance. He pushes in the first inch, puts his hands on your hips as an anchor, then rocks in and out a few times until he’s seated perfectly inside of you.

“E-Endeavor-” you gasp out once he fills you completely. You’ve never felt so full. He doesn’t move at first. There’s a fleeting thought about how considerate he is to allow you to adjust to his size, but your need for him to move makes you start to push your hips back into him. He lets out another growl and his grip on your hips gets harder. He drags out, then slams back in.

He starts to fuck you in earnest against the altar, and you’re once again scrambling to hold onto the edge. All thoughts of staying quiet are completely gone from your head. You’re moaning loudly with each thrust, especially as he starts grunting with the effort of fucking you senseless. It’s nice to know that you can affect a god like that. Endeavor curses and pulls you back flush against him before pinning you to his chest with one hand again. His free hand grips the back of your thigh and pulls your leg up. He lets go of your midsection and has your other thigh held up as well. Your back is pressed hard against his chest, legs splayed out. You’re not entirely sure how he pulls the move off, but he’s a god so you don’t question it. You can’t even if you want to because he’s drilling to you again in earnest.

You manage to get your hands around the back of Endeavor’s neck to keep yourself from bouncing on his cock too hard and enable you to press your hips back down against him. He turns to tuck his face into your neck, nipping at the skin there. You can feel that wire tightening in your belly again, but it’s all over when he mouths at your earlobe. “Cum again. Cum all over my cock,” he rumbles into your ear. The command sends you over the edge, and you’re clamping down on him hard. He growls as he slams into you once last time, leaving blooming bruises where his fingers dig into your thighs, as he fills you up.

He doesn’t pull out of you at first. He’s breathing hard, and you’re collapsed against his chest and breathing hard as well. After a few moments he carefully lifts you off of him and sits you on his altar before standing back. His tunic is covering him once more, and you’re struggling to focus on him. His sharp blue eyes are staring at you, mouth still turned into a frown. He looks so nonplussed, like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He looks so mean.

“This sacrifice was acceptable. I expect the same at the next new moon.” Then he was gone.

You stay there for a few moments, unsure if your legs will support your weight. Finally you slide from the altar. There’s a stream behind the temple that you can clean up at. Then you can head back to the house. You’re already looking forward to the next new moon. The only thing you’re concerned about now is how to explain to your father that Endeavor no longer wants his sacrifices.

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The Silent Auction- (Hizashi Yamada X Fem!Reader)

This is my contribution to the Citrus Dome Auction Collab! Hizashi is honestly one of my favorite characters to write for and it’s a crime I don’t use him more.

Word Count: ~8.5k

Contains: smut, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, DDLG (if you squint)

Banner by @ladyshinigami

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“I can’t believe this.” You sigh for the umpteenth time, twisting this way and that to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’re wearing a rich, black, floor-length gown with a high slit up one side and just the right amount of ruching to tastefully accentuate your curves. It was truly a miracle that it fit without the need for alterations, considering you’d had to buy the thing in a rush. Hell, you’d barely glanced at the price tag before slapping down your company credit card, viewing it as a bit of karmic justice for your boss’ callous, last-minute assignment. Sure being a sidekick of Endeavor’s (even a minor one) had its perks, but that didn’t make him any less of a nightmare to work for. As you struggled with the miniscule clasp on your necklace, you replayed this morning’s events in your head.

“The Heroes Gala?” You’d questioned, cocking your head in confusion and earning an irritated groan from the Flame Hero.

“Surely you’ve heard of it.” He’d snarked, the flames that ring his face seeming to flare in annoyance. “The Commission holds it once a year as a way to celebrate our achievements in hero society today and raise money for future endeavors. Dignitaries and heroes from all over the country– the world really– are expected to attend.”

“I’m aware of that, sir.” You’d chirped back, straightening up to make up for your lapse in decorum. “I’m just confused by what this has to do with me.”

If looks could kill, the glare he’d shot you would have put you in a coffin.

“Unfortunately, I’ve been called away on an urgent mission and can’t make it to the gala this year. But since I am the Number One Hero, my agency must provide some form of representation. That’s where you come in.”

Your eyes went wide at that, heart jumping into your throat as the gravity of the situation sank in. As far as your job was concerned, Endeavor’s word was law. There was no bargaining or substitution to be made. He didn’t even wait for a response before continuing.

“Your role for this event is simple: smile, wave, and maybe bid on a few of the auction items as a show of good faith. If you win something, fine. Just make sure it’s nothing… distasteful.”

You were tempted to question the noticeable shudder that ran through him as spat out the final word. But the careless wave of his hand was the signal for you to bow and leave, giving you no room for queries. However, just as you were about to walk out the door, he decided to toss some parting remarks your way.

“Make sure to wear something appropriate. It is a black tie event, after all. And one of my other sidekicks will be escorting you this evening. Call it insurance to make sure you don’t do anything to embarrass me.”

“Asshole.” You hiss under your breath, successfully hooking the clasp shut and putting a few loose hairs back in place. “What does he think I’m going to do? Get wasted and swing from the chandelier?”

Still muttering a litany of colorful curses, you march to the edge of your bed and plop down to slip into the matching stilettos you’d picked out during your brief shopping trip. Shoes like these were normally well out of your comfort zone (not to mention your price range), but you weren’t the one paying for them. Call them compensation for sacrificing one of your precious nights off. Once they were on, you stood up from the bed and carefully made your way over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. You smooth down the fabric of your dress, picking away a few stray pieces of lint and checking for any “embarrassing” blemishes or stains. But everything is almost irritatingly perfect, not a stitch out of place. You’re about to launch into another tirade against Endeavor when your work phone chimes from it’s spot on the nightstand. No doubt it’s your “escort” (you refused to call him a date) texting to let you know he was coming to get you. Or worse, already here.

“No turning back now.”

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“This is it.” You hear Endeavor’s other sidekick grunt, forcing you to snap out of your daydreaming and look towards him. You hadn’t batted an eye when you stepped out of your apartment to find Endeavor had sent a limo, driven by one of his fleet of personal chauffeurs, to pick you up. He did have a knack for flashing his wealth and status whenever possible. What did surprise you was his choice of escort for the evening: a man by the name of Buru (or Taurus if you were to use his hero name). Buru was a fair bit older than you, sporting a pair of bull horns and hooves, and corded with so much muscle it was a wonder how he managed to squeeze into a tux. You seem positively miniscule compared to his hulking frame, making you look like a rather odd couple. The driver pulls up to the curbside, quickly putting the limo in park before getting out to hold the door open for you. He courteously extends a hand to you, which you graciously accept before snagging your evening clutch from the seat beside you. You gracefully step out of the vehicle and onto an honest-to-god red carpet leading towards one of the glitziest hotels in the heart of Tokyo, blinking in the wake of what feels like a hundred camera bulbs flashing around you. Reporters and cameramen are clamoring to snap pictures of the various celebrities and heroes, asking questions that run the gamut from classy to trashy.

Buru plods around the limo to join you by your side, giving you a subtle nod to signal that it’s time to start walking. You set off down the plush runway, walking with more confidence than you felt as reporters peppered you and Buru with questions about your relationship to the Number One Hero. Evidently they’d been tipped off regarding Endeavor’s absence. Buru remained stone-faced, his long strides quickly outstripping your much more delicate steps. 

“So much for being an escort.” You think, deciding to pick up the pace so as to not be left behind. And that decision quickly reveals itself to be a terrible mistake. Your pencil thin heel catches on a hidden snag in the carpet, causing your ankle to twist and buckle beneath you. You’re thrown off balance, teetering wildly before plummeting headlong towards the carpeted pavement. But before you can fall flat on your face, a set of strong, slender hands wrap themselves around your torso and pull you upwards, your back coming in contact with your savior’s chest.

“Woah there, little listener!” A familiar voice trills in your ear, their hands releasing you once you’re back on stable footing. “You almost took one helluva stage dive! You good?”

You turn over your shoulder to find a smiling face, framed by outrageous orange sunglasses and a well-trimmed mustache. Hypnotic, emerald eyes seem to sparkle back at you and his long blond hair is tied up in a messy, half-bun. You know this man. Everyone in Tokyo with a radio knows him: Present Mic, the Voice Hero.

“Thanks, Present Mic.” You mumble, an embarrassed blush rising on your cheeks. It was bad enough you’d stumbled in front of the press; the incessant clicking and flashing of cameras was reminding you of that. But to be saved by another hero on top of it… it was a little too much. However, the blonde doesn’t seem to care, giving a hearty laugh and clapping a hand on your shoulder good-naturedly.

“Don’t mention it, baby!” He chortles, winking in a way that would seem forced or cheesy coming from anyone else. “Always happy to help. Besides, it doesn’t seem like your boyfriend is too keen on stickin’ around.”

“Boyfriend?” You ask, cocking your head before remembering who you came with. You blush an even deeper shade of red, sure your face is about to burst into flames akin to your employer’s own. “Oh! No, no, no! He’s not my boyfriend. We just work together at the agency.”

“No kiddin’?” Mic says, his grin spreading impossibly wider before straightening up and offering an arm to you. “In that case, how ‘bout I lend you a hand until we get inside? No offense but those heels ya got on seem closer to stilts than kicks, ya dig?

While his radio slang is a bit confusing, you can’t help but find it a little endearing. With a sheepish nod, you grab a hold of his jacket-clad forearm and allow him to smoothly lead you down the remainder of the red carpet. He’s in full ‘Present Mic mode” as you walk together, all winning smiles and carefree waves as the press peppers him with questions.

“Mic who are you wearing this evening?”

“Present Mic! What’s the name of your damsel in distress?

“Mic! Is it true you’re involved in a scandalous affair with fellow Pro, Eraserhead?”

He lets their shameless inquiries roll off of him like water off a duck’s back, only blowing a dramatic kiss to the crowd before you both disappear behind the front doors. Once inside the lobby, Mic walks you over to one of three elevators, ushering you inside with a crush of other gala-goers once the doors open. It’s a short ride up to the venue space, and you can’t help but gasp when the elevator doors open onto an immaculately decorated ballroom. Every wall and archway is decorated with banners in the Hero Commission's signature black and gold colors, festooned with matching sprays of floral arrangements. There’s a live band somewhere in the room, playing soft jazz in the background to create an elegant atmosphere for the evening. But most impressive of all is the view; the farthest wall is made up entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the Tokyo skyline. The sun is just starting to dip below the horizon, washing the room in an amber light that gives everyone a coppery glow. You’re so spellbound by the scene before you that Mic’s low whistle causes you to jump slightly. How long has he had his arm draped over your shoulders? Come to think of it, when had you slipped your own arm around his waist?

“Damn.” He breathes, carefully walking out of the elevators with you in tow. “This place is bitchin’. So much cooler than last year’s venue.”

“Is that so?” You say, your head swiveling around as a waiter breezes past you with a tray of finger foods. You don’t notice the way Mic watches you, nor do you see the crooked smile that crosses over his face as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. 

“Oh yeah.” He says, leading you away from the elevators and further into the crowd. “Last year the Commission rented out some–”

“Mic!” A deep voice calls above the steady thrum of conversation, cutting him off. An equally deep, if not more irritated voice calls out your own name simultaneously. The two of you look in opposite directions, the blonde towards a pair of dark-haired individuals waving him over and you towards your forgotten escort. Buru is fuming, smoke practically pouring out of his ears as he marches towards you.

“Where were you?” He growls while grabbing the hand closest to him and pulling you away from Mic harshly. “You’re not supposed to leave my side. Boss’ orders!”

“Stop it Buru!” You snap, yanking your hand out of his grip. “If you didn’t want me to leave your side, maybe you should have waited for me back on the red carpet. I nearly fell and busted my ass thanks to you! If Present Mic hadn’t been there–”

“No excuses.” Buru snaps back, “I shouldn’t have to wait around because you can’t keep up. We’re Mr. Todoroki’s sidekicks, so try to act like it!”

“Todoroki?” You hear the blonde hero echo behind you, “As in Enji Todoroki? Endeavor?”

You wince at Mic’s words, grateful your back is turned to him at the moment. Endeavor may be a hero, but being associated with him didn’t evoke a lot of warm, fuzzy feelings in folks. And many tended to react poorly when they found out who you worked for. With a dejected sigh, you turn back towards Mic, ignoring the way Buru impatiently stamps his hooves behind you.

“Yes, that’s right.” You say glumly, putting up your mask of professionalism. “I’m one of Endeavor’s sidekicks. He was called away on urgent business and sent me and my associate here to represent him and his agency. Forgive me for not telling you earlier.”

You offer a quick, apologetic bow, hoping to slink away as quickly as possible. But to your surprise, Mic doesn’t scoff, jeer, or even try to suck up to you for favors. He laughs. Not in a cruel or condescending way, but a real, mirthful laugh, infectious to the point you feel your own tension ease slightly.

“So that’s why I didn’t recognize ya!” He chortles, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Although it’s not too surprising. That dude cycles through more sidekicks than a jukebox does music.”

The nonchalant way he insults your boss causes your mask to slip and you let loose a giggle of your own. Buru, on the other hand, is clearly not amused.

“How dare you insult the Number One Hero!” He roars, stepping forward to point a scathing finger at Mic. “Endeavor is twice- no, three times the hero you could ever hope to be!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy, dude!” Mic says, putting his hands up before shooting you another playful wink. “All I meant was I definitely would have remembered meeting a pretty little thing like your partner here.”

You find yourself blushing and batting your eyelashes at him, returning his obvious attempts at flirting in a more surreptitious manner. Buru just places one broad hand on your shoulder, giving Mic a derisive snort before he starts to drag you away. 

“You’re not worth the effort.” He huffs, “Just stay away.”

You can’t resist adding one more match to the fire of Buru’s rage, looking over your shoulder and belting out a cheerful, “It was nice meeting you!”

“See ya around!” The blonde calls back, giving you a chipper wave before disappearing into the throng. Buru leads you to a table at the far end of the room, set with fine crystal stemware and gold place settings. He stiffly pulls out a chair for you, allowing you to sit down before taking up residence beside you. You’re amazed the flimsy looking things can support any weight at all, much less the mountain of horned muscle currently glowering at you. He crosses his arms and leans back with a grunt.

“So… now what?” You ask, absentmindedly fiddling with the gold napkin ring in front of you.

“You stay put.” He commands, “No leaving my sight for any reason.”

“You’re joking right? Do you seriously expect me to sit here with you all night?”

Buru doesn’t answer, instead turning his glare onto the crowd. You groan and flop forwards to rest your elbows on the table, opting to occupy your time with people watching. The ballroom is crawling with high-profile attendees: pros and sidekicks, politicians and CEO’s, celebrities and VIP’s. All of them with money, power, and prestige oozing out of their pores. You watch as the tuxedo-clad waitstaff scurry amongst the party-goers, offering up trays of hors d'oeuvres and honey-colored champagne. Every once a while, one of them makes their way over to your table with some delicious little morsel to offer. And in your famished state, the already excellently prepared food tastes like heaven. But when a server carrying a tray of champagne comes by to offer you a glass, Buru grabs your wrist before you can partake and rudely waves the poor girl off.

“What the hell was that for?” You hiss, rubbing at your now sore wrist.

“No alcohol. You’ve embarrassed me and Endeavor enough as it is.”

That does it. You can deal with villains, Endeavor, even your parents if necessary. But this “personal babysitter” schtick has gone far enough. You stand up from the table with a huff, swiftly moving out of Buru’s reach before he can grab you again. 

“Sit down!”

“No! I have to go to the bathroom. Can I at least do that?”

“I’ll accompany you.”

“Like hell you will! I’m a grown woman. I can go to the bathroom by myself without getting in trouble.”

Buru narrows his eyes and scowls deeply at you. You stare him down, refusing to back down from this fight. After a few tense moments, he relaxes slightly and gives a curt nod.

“You have ten minutes.”

You grab your clutch, turn on your heel and march off into the fray, doing your best to avoid stepping on other people with your dagger sharp heels. As you make your way across the crowded dance floor, you begin to recognize the more popular Pro Heroes among the sea of faces. Some of them you’d had the privilege of meeting personally, like Hawks and Miruko, both of whom were currently surrounded by fans and admirers. Others you’d only seen on TV or in newspaper clippings, but that didn’t make them any less impressive. In fact, you were too busy watching Fatgum scarf down a whole tray of artisanal onigiri by himself to notice a certain blonde standing in your way until it was too late. You bumped right into him, bouncing off with an embarrassed “I’m so sorry!” before coming eye-to-eye with those striking green whorls again.

“Oh hey, it’s you!” Mic exclaims, grinning down at you like he hasn’t seen you in ages. “No need to be sorry, baby. This thing’s a rental anyways!”

“But you’re all wet now.” You say, watching him while he wipes the remains of his spilled champagne off his tux jacket. “I can pay for the cleaning fees if necessary. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Honey, trust me. There are worse things to be covered in than free champagne. I’ve been to enough of these gigs to know!”

You giggle and open your mouth to respond, but are cut off by a velvety voice coming from your left. 

“Is this the little songbird you were telling us about, Zashi?’

You turn to find one of Present Mic’s companions from earlier, a dark-haired woman sipping her own drink and watching your exchange. She’s dressed in a skintight, scarlet gown with a neckline that plunges almost to her navel. A matching pair of horn-rimmed spectacles are perched on her nose, framing her striking cerulean eyes. Even without their signature harness and flogger, you recognize her as Miss Midnight.

“Yup! She’s the one!” Present Mic confirms, casually slinging his arm back around your shoulders. “What’d I tell ya? Pretty cute, right?”

The R-Rated Hero turns her gaze on you at his words, the sultry look in her eyes causing your stomach to flip a little. Seriously, it should be illegal for anyone to look that sexy.

“Very cute.” She assesses with a nod, “Zashi says you work for Endeavor, yes?”

“Y-yeah.” You fumble, slightly flustered and tongue-tied in the face of her scandalous beauty. “I’m one of his sidekicks.”

“I’m sorry.” Midnight quips back, her lack of manners shocking you slightly. But judging by the booze-bitten blush on her cheeks, you suppose the liquid courage in her system is to blame. “I know he’s the Number One Hero, but I’ve been his colleague long enough to realize how intense he can be. He must have you on a pretty short leash, huh?”

“I’ll say!” Mic chimes in, “He sent along some “nanny cow” of a sidekick to watch her all night. Speakin’ of which, how’d you manage to shake him?”

“Well…”

You glance back in the direction you came from, only for your face to drain of all color as you see a tell-tale pair of horns bobbing up and down amongst the crowd. Hizashi follows your line of sight and instantly sees the danger. Quick as anything, his arm snakes around your midriff and he turns to Midnight for assistance.

“Hey Nemuri, I got a gig for ya. See that guy with the horns? Big, mean, and ugly lookin’? Think you can distract him for a few minutes?”

“No problem!” She chirps without hesitation, tipping back the rest of her brightly colored cocktail before readjusting the neckline of her dress. It makes you wonder how much cleavage someone can possibly show before it crosses the line into pornographic. You’re too busy looking over your shoulder for Buru to notice the subtle wink that passes between the two heroes. And then Hizashi is moving, seamlessly flitting through the crowd and keeping you firmly glued to his side as you duck and weave around the other guests. You have to admit the speed at which he navigates the crowded space is impressive as he heads for one of the darkened archways lining the walls. Soon the crowd thins out and you reluctantly pry yourself out from under Mic’s arm to get your bearings. He’s lead you into a dimly-lit, side hallway, with tables and doorways lining the farthest walls. The din of party conversation and music is more muffled now, making you feel like you’re in a state of limbo.

“Where are we?”

“Silent auction.” Mic answers plainly, “Figured I’d take you somewhere quieter while we let Midnight do her thing.”

“And what exactly is her ‘thing?” You ask skeptically, wandering over to one of the display tables to check out the wares.

“You’ll see.” He says with a smirk, silently following behind you with his hands in his pockets. There are miniature spotlights shining down on the auction items, with slips of paper and pens for people to write in their bids. All the prizes are exceedingly lavish, from baskets overflowing with expensive spirits and goodies to exotic trips around the world. And the bids themselves leave your head spinning, shocked and a little sickened by the amount of money being casually thrown around.

“I’m sorry, the minimum bid for this is how much?” You scoff, pointing at the high price tag on what appears to be a singular bottle of wine. Mic leans over your shoulder to read the number himself, letting out a low whistle.

“Must be some good stuff.” He says with a smirk.

“I’m totally bidding on it.”

“You’re kiddin’ right? Last I checked, sidekicks don’t make that kind of bank, even if they do work for the Number One Pro. What are ya, some kind of secret billionaire princess?”

“Sadly no.” You say, digging into your evening bag to pull out a sleek, black card. “But I’m not the one who’s paying. And Endeavor did say to bid on a few items, ‘as a show of good faith.”

You end your sentence on a terrible impression of the Flame Hero, earning another snicker from the blonde as you place your bid. The pair of you wander the auction area for a while, gawking at the ludicrous prices and talking quietly. Or at least, as quietly as the blonde can manage. You fall into easy conversation, mainly discussing work in the hero world and Mic’s teaching career. Present Mic, or Hizashi as he prefers to be called, is a surprisingly eloquent speaker and his high-energy demeanor ensures there’s never a lull in the conversation. It’s honestly refreshing after dealing with the snooty, intense people you’re used to at the agency. Not to mention, he has no qualms about encouraging you to be a little mischievous when it comes to spending your boss’ money.

“How ‘bout that one?” He says, gesturing to a particularly gaudy piece of abstract art. “I think that would look rad on the big man’s mantlepiece, yeah?”

You giggle and lightly push against his arm, as mild punishment for his goofiness. 

“No way. Endeavor specifically said to not bid on something too ‘distasteful.’ And I’m pretty sure that thing is towing the line. What’s it even supposed to be?”

“It kinda looks like All Might.” Hizashi offers, “If you stand really far away and squint. I don’t really know much about fine art. But I do know ‘distasteful’ and I’m tellin’ ya now, this aint it baby.”

“And what would you qualify as distasteful?”

A grin that can only be likened to the Cheshire Cat spreads across Hizashi’s handsome face.

“I’ll show you.” He says, extending a hand to you. You grab a hold and allow him to guide you towards one of the doors along the wall. As you get closer, you realize there are small placards inscribed with a number on each of the handles. Hizashi is currently leading you to a door marked with the number seventeen, opening it for you and allowing you to step inside ahead of him. You find yourself in a much smaller room, washed in the same dim lighting as the rest of the auction area. It’s just big enough for two people to stand inside (three if they’re thin), and the oak paneling and cramped quarters almost remind you of a confessional booth. But there’s no man of the cloth here; instead there’s a screen set into the farthest wall and a small, black button resting on a shallow shelf below it. The screen only displays a three-digit number, every so often flashing red before going back to the number.

“What the hell?” You breathe while stepping farther into the room, allowing Hizashi to squeeze in behind you.

“Welcome to the main event of the Heroes Gala.” He says, closing the door. “The Anonymous Auction.”

“The Anonymous Auction?” You parrot back quizzically, turning around to face the blonde.

“You’re aware that most of the Commission's funding comes from public taxes, yeah?” He asks, waiting for your nod before continuing. “Well taxpayer dollars can only go so far. Especially when hero and villain activity has only gone up over time. Rebuildin’ a city you just smashed like an old record ain't cheap you know.”

He pauses to jerk one thumb behind him.

“That’s why they started holdin’ auctions– this whole gala, really– in the first place. It’s all just a fancy way to supplement the Commission’s budget. And due to the popularity of the auctions, they started offering some more… exclusive items in recent years.”

“What do you mean by exclusive?”

Hizashi gives you another playful smirk, looking at you over the rim of his sunglasses.

“You’re a smart girl. What do you think it means?”

He steps a little closer to you and places his hands on your waist for emphasis, thumbing small circles at the swell of your hips. You unconsciously lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping open once more, realization crashing over you like a tidal wave.

“You mean like sex stuff!?” You squeak bluntly, earning a laugh from the Voice Hero.

“Well not all of it! But there have been some bizarre and kinda risqué items up for sale in the past.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I know for a fact that Nemuri donates a part of her “collection” to the auction every year.” Hizashi states, putting air quotes around the term. “And rumor has it that last year All Might auctioned off a pair of his underwear. I don’t know about that one, but if that’s true, then it explains how UA paid for it’s new training grounds and why the staff got a nice Christmas bonus.”

You can’t help but giggle at the thought of some snobby billionaire drooling over a pair of All Might’s underwear. Maybe they’d had them framed, mounted on the wall like a hunting trophy. You’re too caught up in your ridiculous daydreaming to realize Hizashi has stepped even closer to you, not until you can feel his hands sliding a little further down your sides and a little farther behind you. You’re now chest to chest, breathing in tandem as he leans down to speak directly into your ear.

“So now that we’re in here… what do you say we play a little game?”

His voice is low and smooth, audial honey dripping into your brain. Your breath unconsciously catches in your throat as your body moves of its own accord to press closer to him. The energy between you is shifting palpably, from friendly strangers to something much more intimate and heavy. The room feels like it’s heating up and your dress suddenly feels much too snug.

“What kind of game?” You murmur back, a delicious shiver running down your spine when he hums in response.

“How ‘bout the quiet game?” He says, his bristly mustache tickling your cheek when he speaks. “But we’ll make it a little more interesting.”

You can feel him begin to gently push against you, forcing you to walk backwards until you feel the top of your tailbone bump into the low shelf. Hizashi’s hands never leave your body, roaming lower to finally settle on the plush curve of your ass. If anybody else was doing this, you’d have kneed them in the jewels and run for the nearest exit by now. But for some reason, you trust Hizashi. You want Hizashi. And if the steady throbbing in your core is any indication, you need Hizashi.

“Here’s the deal, babygirl.” He says, lifting his head to rest his forehead against your own. You can’t help the way your thighs tense at the pet name, something that definitely doesn't go unnoticed by the Voice Hero. “You’re going to try and stay as quiet as possible. And every time you get too noisy, you’re going to press that little button.”

His eyes flit over to the device in question before locking back on yours.

“That button raises your bid on whatever item is currently up for grabs. So the less noise you make, the less bids you make. And you wouldn’t want to end up winning something distasteful, yeah?”

You subtly shake your head and crack a small smile at his joke, bringing your hands up to rest on his clothed pecs. You’re surprised to feel powerful muscles rippling underneath his rented dress shirt, along with the heat rolling off of his body and the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Clearly that rented tux is doing nothing for his figure.

“Well what are you going to do?” You tease, running your hands up the plane of his chest and underneath the jacket to grip his broad shoulders. “Seems like I’m the only one playing this game of yours.”

One of his hands leaves your ass to hook a finger under your chin, forcing your head to tilt upwards. He gives you a sinfully wicked grin. 

“Oh but that’s the best part, baby. I’m going to try and make you scream.”

Suddenly his lips are crashing into yours, sloppily at first but soon smoothing out into a steady push and pull. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently before letting it spring back into place. You sigh into his mouth, a sound eagerly returned by the hero. Your nails dig into his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. There’s tenderness in the kiss to be sure, but also a fierce dominance that has you fighting against the moans rising in your throat. Hizashi uses the shelf behind you to force and arch into your back before kissing his way down the sensitive column of your throat. He licks and sucks at your pulse point, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to remind you that he’s in control. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, even going so far as to clap a hand over your mouth when he gives a particularly sharp nip. He clicks his tongue against your skin, bringing up his free hand to pull yours away.

“Ah ah ah. No cheating, baby.” He says, moving farther down your chest until his chin rests between the supple swell of your breasts. “If you try to put yourself on mute again you’ll have to press that button regardless. Ya dig?”

You nod and he releases your hand, allowing you to curl your arm around and place it at the base of his neck. Pleased with your compliance, Hizashi hooks his thumbs under the straps of your dress and gently shrugs them off. The top half of your gown falls away, pooling around your waist as your breasts are fully exposed to the open air. They pebble and peak instantly, despite the perceived heat in the room, and you feel Hizashi’s hum of appreciation rumble through your sternum. His hands come up to cup them, indulging in their full weight and supple give as he squeezes them lightly. His head dips down to kiss your right breast, ghosting over the pert bud of your nipple as he places featherlight kisses around the areola. It’s maddening, far too light and teasing for your liking. The hand on the back of his neck suddenly fists in his hair and you pull him closer to you, squishing his nose against the pliant flesh.

“Damn baby. Feelin’ needy already, huh?” He chuckles against you, pulling away slightly to look up at you through half-lidded, golden lashes. You whine softly, still pulling his head closer to your body. Hizashi resumes fondling your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth while using his thumb and forefinger to toy with the other. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, every deft twirl and brush mirrored by his fingers. It’s a blissful sensation, heating licking across your nerves and shooting straight to your core. Suddenly, he gives a particularly hard suck and pinch, pulling an involuntary gasp from you. You can feel his smug grin before you even look at him, and he pulls off your nipple with a soft pop.

“Strike one, princess. You know what you have to do.”

“I thought you said no cheating.” You whine, feeling the fresh slick coating your panties and relishing the lingering sting emanating from your nipples.

“It’s not cheating, it’s part of the game. Your job is to stay quiet, my job is to break the silence. Now are you going to play by the rules or not?”

You look over at the seemingly innocent button and furrow your brow. It’s only just dawned on you now that you have no idea what you’d be bidding on and a bolt of panic shoots through you. What if it was a piece from Nemuri’s collection? Or something worse! Hizashi, seeming to sense your trepidation, briefly raises his head up to plant a soothing kiss to your temple.

“Hey, we can stop if you wanna.” He says, removing his hands from your breasts to cup your cheeks. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m not gonna push ya.”

Your eyes bounce between the little black button and Hizashi’s face, biting your lip in your moment of indecision. It was a gamble for sure, a gamble that could easily cost you your job should you end up winning. But then again… how much humiliation and strain had your nightmare of a boss put you through in the past year? The past month? The past 24 hours? Taking a deep breath, you tentatively press the button, the screen behind you flashing green to signal the successful placement of your bid. Hizashi smiles down at you, impressed with your boldness.

“Fuck it.” You breathe, stretching up to press a chaste kiss against his lips. “I’m all in.”

Hizashi returns the kiss with interest before fully sinking to his knees, running one hand up the slit of your dress to rest on your exposed thigh.

“Okay then, baby.” He purrs, “I need you to spread your legs a little more for me. Lemme see what we’re workin’ with down here, yeah?”

You willingly comply, widening your stance as Hizashi sweeps the bottom half of the dress out of the way and tucks it behind you. The black, lacy thong you’d picked out for the occasion is soaked through, your essence already starting to coat your inner thighs. Hizashi runs one finger up your barely clothed slit, whistling when he feels how damp they are.

“Damn baby.” He breathes, almost like he’s in awe. “These are fucking ruined.”

You resume biting your lip when you feel two of his fingers hook underneath the material and pull it to the side, fighting against the urge to close your legs.

“Such a pretty girl…” Hizashi coos against you, planting a soft kiss to your right thigh before resting his head against it. “Everything about you is pretty.”

You can’t stop the blush that rises to your cheeks at the whispered praise, nor help the way your cunt clenches around nothing. It certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by the blonde as he leans in closer, using his thumbs to gingerly pry your labia apart. He looks up at you hungrily, pupils blown wide with desire as he tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Hold on tight, baby.”

Hizashi uses the flat of his tongue to lick a hot stripe up your slit, letting out a low, filthy moan at the taste. You realize now why he gave you a warning. He’s using his quirk to amplify his moans tenfold, turning his mouth and tongue into the most attentive sex toy on Earth. The vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, clouding your senses with desire. Whatever restraint the hero possessed dissolves the moment he tastes you, as he latches on to your rapidly swelling clit and sucks roughly. You gasp at the new sensation, hips unconsciously bucking to force his face further into you. He hums and willingly obeys your body’s command, replacing his mouth with a heavy thumb and delving his tongue between your folds to lap at your quivering entrance. The increase in intensity causes your thighs squeeze together, caging in the hero’s head as he dutifully tongue-fucks you. You can already feel an orgasm mounting deep in your core, his earlier teasing and stimulation paying off in spades. But his tongue isn’t enough, even with his quirk.

“M-More!” You cry out, unable to quell your pleading voice. “I need more. Need to cum. Please let me cum!”

Hizashi pinches the back of your thigh, a silent reminder for you to follow through with the rules of the game. With a groan you bring your hand down on the button, ignoring the flashing screen as you grind your hips down onto his face. But just when you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls away from you, breathing heavily and his face coated in your sticky juices. You whimper at the loss of contact, but his hands keep your thighs spread apart to deny you the friction you seek.

“Good girl.” He pants, still swirling his thumb over your aching pearl. “So good for me, baby.”

“Then why’d you stop?” You softly moan, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. You’d been so close.

“Because,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “The only way I want you to cum is on my cock.”

Before you can fully register his words, he grabs you by the hips and flips you around, pulling your dress up and bunching it in one fist. Your panties are roughly yanked down around your ankles and you have to brace yourself against the shelf as you feel the hard bulge of Hizashi’s pants rub against your bared ass. A sharp smack to one cheek causes you to yelp, and a quick smack to the other forces you to bring your hand down on the button.

“Cheater.” You pant, earning a dark chuckle for the man behind you.

“Name-calling are we now, baby? Just for that, you don’t get to cum until I say so. Understood?”

You nod quickly, glancing behind you when you feel him start to fiddle with his belt and zipper. Your eyes widen when you see his painfully erect cock spring free: long, thick, and with a silver ring adorning the reddened tip. He gives the length a few short pumps, coaxing out a pearly bead of precum that quickly winds its way around the Prince Albert piercing.

“I think someone likes what she sees.” He says coyly, flicking one finger against the metal for emphasis. “Ever been with a pierced guy before?”

You shake your head and Mic smirks.

“Then trust me. You’re gonna love this, babygirl.”

He lines the head up with your entrance and starts to slowly push into you, the initial stretch causing you to hiss in pain. But the burn soon melts into pleasure as Hizashi buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a grunt of his own. You can feel the metal ring bumping against your cervix already, a low moan escaping when he gives a few shallow thrusts.

“Good girl. Takin’ me so well. So tight and perfect.” He mutters breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper. The praise makes you whimper and clamp down on his cock, earning a moan of pleasure from Hizashi. He starts to move in earnest, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Each forward thrust pushes your face closer to the wall, your breasts brushing back and forth across the cool wooden shelf and stimulating your pebbled nipples.Your mind is floating in a haze of hedonistic bliss as the air around you fills with the sounds of slapping skin and the scent of sex. You can already feel your orgasm racing towards you at a breakneck speed, the coil in your belly tightening with each thrust. Hizashi suddenly sinks his teeth into your right shoulder with a an almost feral growl, blunted teeth nearly piercing the skin. You squeal at the brilliant pain, only to feel his tongue lave over the forming welts, soothing them. You automatically bring your hand down on the button and his pace quickens in response, rewarding you by maneuvering his hips until he finds the spot that makes your vision go white and your mind go blank. 

“Th-th-there!” You sputter out, smacking the button before instinctually backing into him. You don’t give a damn about your boss or the money anymore. All you can focus on right now is chasing your own mind-numbing pleasure. He gives a hum of acknowledgement and straightens up, angling his thrusts to hit that spot every time. He can feel the way your walls flutter and shiver, right on the edge of release.

“That’s it, babygirl.” He grunts, licking the pad of his fingers before reaching below your bodies to find your clit. Slender digits rubs tight circles on the swollen bead, the rough touch making you almost sob in relief. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock!”

It’s a demand, one that your body is more than ready to obey. With one final circle of his thumb, the pressure snaps and you cry out in toe-curling ecstasy. It feels like your entire body locks up from the intensity of your orgasm and Hizashi gives a cry of his own when he feels the way your pussy clamps down on him like a vise. He forgoes gentleness in favor of animalistic rutting, gripping your hips to set a brutal and unforgiving pace. His cockhead and piercing continually slam into your g-spot and cervix, lengthening your own orgasm to an almost unbearable extent.

“Shit.” He curses, pistoning into you like a rabbit while his balls slap against your clit. “I’m fuckin’ close. Where do you want it?”

“Cum in me!” You wail, the game forgotten as fireworks explode behind your eyes. “Please! Hizashi! I need it.”

Hearing you beg so sweetly for him snaps what little composure he had left. Hizashi lets loose a guttural howl and after a few harsh thrusts, his hips stutter to a halt. You can feel his cock pulsing deep within you, filling you up with rope after rope of thick, white seed. He stays inside you for a moment, breathing heavily and feeling the way your velvety walls throb around his length. Your body feels hot and heavy, head swimming as you gradually come down from the high. Eventually, Present Mic pulls his spent dick from your abused hole, pausing to admire the way his cum oozes out and drips onto the wood floor before pulling your panties back up. Your legs might as well be made of jelly for how useful they are right now, wobbling on your stilettos as you hold onto the shelf for dear life.

“That…” You pant, “That was good. So good.”

“Yeah?” Hizashi says behind you, tucking himself back into his trousers before smoothing one hand up and down your exposed back. His gentle touch causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, your nerves still overly sensitive.

“Yeah.” You breathe, “I needed that.”

Hizashi smirks and leans down to pepper kisses along your shoulder blades, basking in the afterglow alongside you. You practically melt under his affections, never wanting this tender, warm feeling to end.

“Can you stand?” He asks after a few minutes and you weakly nod. Carefully, he helps you stand upright, brushing a few stray pieces of hair behind your ear while you fix your dress and cover your chest once more. Hizashi then moves to fix his own half-bun, smirking at the way you’re dreamily looking up at him.

“Hey space cadet.” He teases, tapping the tip of your nose with one finger. “Come back to Earth for me, will ya? We better get outta here before your nanny cow calls the cops. Or worse, Endeavor.”

You blink slowly and hum in agreement, lazily looking over at the button one last time. And then you freeze. A new message is scrolling across the screen:

Congratulations! You have won lot #114. Please collect your prize.

“Oh my god…” You whisper, feeling your blissful headspace drown under an icy wave of fear. “Oh my god, NO! What the fuck did I just do?”

“Hm?” Hizashi turns to the screen and it’s too-cheerful message. “Oh! Well wouldja look at that?”

“Why are you being so calm about this!?” You shriek, grabbing him by the lapels of the tuxedo and frantically shaking him. “My boss is going to kill me! I have no idea what I– what he just bought! It could be a dildo in the shape of All Might’s dick for all I know!”

“Hey, hey! Chill out, baby!” Hizashi says, placing both hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Just breathe for me, okay? Nice and slow. You didn’t buy anything like that, I promise.”

“How do you know?” You squeak, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Because I know exactly what they were auctioning off with that lot number.”

“Then spare me the dramatics and spit it out, Hizashi! What did I just win!?”

“... Me.”

The world seems to stop for a moment as you stare up at Hizashi’s sheepish face. You open and close your mouth like a goldfish, your overloaded brain trying to find the right words to say. It settles on a neanderthalic, “Huh?”

“You won me.” He repeats, “Well not forever anyways. Just for 24 hours.”

“I don’t understand. Are you trying to be funny?”

“I’m dead serious, baby! The Anonymous Auction doesn’t just offer material stuff. People can bid on and win “dates” with Pro Heroes. The more popular the Pro, the more money comes in. I volunteered to do it this year since a couple of my buddies did it last year.”

You blink slowly, allowing your panicky brain to process this new information.

“So… is that why you brought me here? Because you knew it was time for the bidding to start on your date?”

“I swear, I had no idea.” Hizashi says, crossing an X over his heart for emphasis. “I just wanted a chance to talk to you more and get ya away from that creep of a partner you came with. It was honestly just a lucky coincidence.”

“And the quiet game?”

“I came up with that on the fly when I saw my lot number on the screen. But I didn’t expect you to actually win the auction. And if you don’t wanna go through with this because of your boss or me, then I totally get it. You can always defer to the second highest bidder. That kinda thing happens all the time.”

You step back from Hizashi and turn away, muttering a quick, “Give me a minute.” 

Looking past the insanity of the situation, you had to admit you were a little impressed, even grateful, for Hizashi’s scheme. He’d saved you from dealing with Buru, at least for a little while, and made sure you had a fun time doing it. And besides, it’s not like you weren’t attracted to the man. Sure he was loud and goofy, but he was also sweet and charismatic. Not to mention a damn good lay.

“... Okay.” You say after a few moments of thought, snapping your attention back to Hizashi. “Here’s what I want to do.”

You hold up one finger.

“First of all, I want to find a bathroom and get myself cleaned up. This is a nice dress and I don’t want it to get stained, if you catch my drift.”

Hizashi nods in understanding. You put up a second finger.

“Secondly, I’m absolutely starving. So I want to get some water and food. And maybe a glass of champagne.”

Hizashi cracks a smile at that, giving a chuckle of “You got it, baby.”

“And finally,” You say, stepping forward to grab Hizashi by the front of his jacket and pull him in for a kiss. “I want to collect my prize.”

#hizashi yamada #hizashi x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #hizashi yamada x reader smut #mha x reader #citrus dome collab

[kingkatsuki]

Citrus Dome Server Hybrid AU Collab!

18+ Content (MINORS DNI)

Welcome to our eighth server collab, once again featuring submissions of art as well as fic. Check out our previous collabs for: Gods!AU, Villain/Hero Alignment Swap, Masquerade, Halloween, Snowed In, Auction, and Lover’s Day Literature!

Prompt: Centaurs, sirens, selkies, werewolves, merfolk, nāga, and more! Re-imagine your favorite BNHA character as any human-animal hybrid from legend— or go full Vast Hybrid: Chimera Kraken and create your own mashup mythological creature!

Finished piece links go live starting Sunday, March 21 between 5 and 8 PM EST!

Hitoshi Shinsou - @emmappelle​

Hizashi Yamada - @kandyshoppe​

Aizawa Shouta - @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​​

Aizawa Shouta - @hizashis-lil-bunbun​

Bakugou Katsuki - @kingkatsuki

Chisaki Kai (Overhaul) - @sweet-darling91​

Dabi - @thewheezingwyvern​

Kirishima Eijirou - @tomurasprincess​​

Kirishima Eijirou - @jadequeen88​

Mirio Togata - @tamakisbunnygirl​

Naomasa Tsukauchi - @seigesinbin​

Rappa Kendou - @hitoshisbabygirl​

Sako Atsuhiro (Mr. Compress) - @lookslikeleese​

Sero Hanta - @celestial-fucking-weeb​​

Shigaraki Tomura - @kazooli​

Shinsou Hitoshi - @varnienne​

Tamaki Amajiki - @donica95​

Todoroki Enji (Endeavor) - @thegremlincrowsnest​

#Bnha x reader #Bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x smut #the citrus dome collab #citrus dome collab #masterlist

[pigepop]

Taurus

For the citrus dome collab

 The theme was hybrid

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[misaroni]

My contribution to the Citrus Dome Auction collab  hope you all like it, it took me way too long… 

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[ghost-flakes]

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summary: you decide to sign up for what you think is a date night auction for some spare cash.

pairing: kurogiri/reader

word count: 2,665

notes:  AU, no specific setting. not beta read and different than how I’m used to writing. hope you enjoy!

★ written for the Citrus Dome Collab - check out other entries here!

★ also posted on AO3!

warnings: mentions of sensory overload (not related to bedroom activities), intimacy, no smut. 

The stage lights were blinding and hot. They seared into your skin and made the edges of your vision fuzzy.

You felt like the very act of existing was generating sweat and you prayed that your makeup would hold.

Not that you really wanted to be in this situation, now that the reality of it was setting in, but it was a matter of principle. 

You were looking for some extra cash on the side and a friend of a friend had mentioned an auction night that was coming up that paid handsomely. You had thought that it was a date night type of auction, but once you saw the auction location (a revamped warehouse), you weren’t so sure. 

You miiight have glossed over the details the event organizer had told you about in favor of speculating about where, how, and why he chose to go around in a purple suit. But somehow, he made it work?

Before you knew it, you had found yourself trussed up in sparse but elegant clothing, just this side of revealing. A hint of skin here and there, enough to catch the eye but not so much to compromise your modesty. (However much you had left at this point, anyway.)

You tried not to think too hard about how efficiently you and the other participants had been prepped, but trepidation clung to the edge of your senses like stubborn cobwebs.

As the auctioneer introduced you, you let your gaze travel across the room, taking in your potential companions for the night. They were a strange assortment.

The mildest seemed to look like salarymen - one man with a very long, pointed nose that was oddly familiar. A man wearing an accordion mask, whom you guessed must have had some sort of yakuza ties, as he was flanked by three others and the whole group was given just a little extra space. A couple of other masked men (seemed like there was a theme tonight), a lizard man, a stapled patchwork man. 

A rainbow of hair colors scattered far and wide.

Golden wisps streaked across the back of the room before your attention was stolen by a couple of women who were sharply dressed and no less intimidating than any of the men. 

The room’s overall vibe was barely restrained anticipation, but underneath that was a strong warning: fuck around and find out.

Oh boy, did you not want to find out. 

If their quirks were half as exotic as their looks, you’d be torn to bits in minutes. What a morbid thought for what should have been a lighthearted, wallet-fattening evening.

Sure, the house took a hefty cut, but the hope was that the winning bid would be high enough to make it worth it.

Depending on how this turned out, you’d either start buying lotto tickets weekly or swear off gambling for life.

You saw the auctioneer gesture toward you with a flourish of his hand. Showtime!

You smiled demurely and ducked your head coyly in an attempt to hide your expression. Paired with a measured bow, hands in front, held for just a little bit longer - you felt the air in the room shift as you put yourself in the care of the audience. 

The display of vulnerability was like blood to sharks. The room exploded into action, with a near constant fwip of rustling material as guests raised their paddles to bid and the auctioneer egging them on further.

You quickly became dizzy from the thought that so many people would be bidding for your time. The room suddenly felt far too small for the amount of activity going on, and you could only wait for the final bid to land.

The room was getting louder as the bidding became more heated. You heard the clatter of a chair as someone scrambled on top of a table as if it would help them bid harder. Other patrons cried out in protest, only to be quickly put in place by a sharp reprimand from the auctioneer.

This didn’t do much to keep the room from steadily approaching a fever pitch. 

The higher the numbers, the more pressure you felt.

You were still stuck in place, sweltering under the stage lights, praying that the highest bidder at least had a kind heart so you didn’t have to spend your earnings on therapy. Or a hospital visit.

It was slowly dawning on you that the crowd seemed more than a lil’ shady but it was far too late to back out now.

The auctioneer’s voice got louder as the bid got higher. Everything was moving too fast and you stopped actively listening in order to try not to get overwhelmed. 

You heard what sounded like the bang of a gavel against a podium (how absurd, this wasn’t a courthouse), before a disgruntled hush fell across the room. Looks like bidding was over. You saw the man who had climbed onto the table drop to an unhappy squat as he tossed his paddle on the floor in disgust. You would have laughed if you weren’t afraid.

You turned toward the auctioneer and watched his face as he spoke. You only caught part of his sentence  “-- come up and collect your date for the evening, you lucky man.”

You saw someone cross the room, followed by glares from the rest of the patrons. As he got closer, you could see that he seemed to be made of fog. Or was it mist? Either way, it was a rich purple, constantly ebbing and flowing to an unknown rhythm. 

He stopped at a polite distance and introduced himself, his voice calm and low. He already knew your name, thanks to the auctioneer.

He offered his hand to you and waited. You hesitantly approached, and placed your hand in his. It felt cool, but broad and firmer than you expected. You couldn’t place the texture - something between velvet and mist.

While you were mulling over the feeling of your hand in his, he opened a warp gate and guided you both through it.

What a way to reveal a quirk.

On the other side was the inside of a small house - traditionally built but with some modern accoutrements and a little worn around the edges - but most importantly, quiet.

It was a wonderful reprieve after the cacophony of the auction.

You both shucked off your shoes before entering the living room, where he guided you to sit at a low table. A teapot and cups were already waiting for you.

You watched curiously as he served you before himself, unsure what to make of any of it.

The auction, the man, the house, the tea. The sheer amount of money he had spent on a night with you. You could easily be set for a couple of years with how much he had shelled out, and yet here he was, hosting you with patience and care. 

You still had no idea what he wanted from you.

The steam from the tea lazily floated into the air. Kurogiri’s mist undulated at a different pace - a little faster - the plumes of his fog curling into each other at the edges, like small whirlpools. 

Was he nervous?

You looked at his eyes, and saw that he had been watching you just as intently.

Somehow, the connection was comfortable. It was rare to find someone you could sit in silence with without needing to fill the space.

You watched him curiously as you sipped your tea, waiting to see what would happen next.

He excused himself for a moment and left the room. Even the sound of the shoji door sliding shut sounded gentle.

You let yourself sink into the peace of the room while you waited.

Whatever would happen, would happen, but you could try to get some enjoyment out of it. Your practicality combined with your bouts of recklessness certainly landed you in some odd situations. Your good fortune let you slide out of potentially nasty situations just as easily as you got into them and you were sure someone out there was watching over you.

Some time later Kurogiri returned to the room and walked around the table to your side. He extended a hand to you again. You unfolded yourself from your sitting position and accepted his aid.

He led you out of the sitting room, down a short hall and to another room. You could smell moisture in the air as you approached, but couldn’t see past Kurogiri’s frame.

Once you got to the room, he stepped out of the way and gestured for you to enter.

You did so, and once you had crossed the threshold of the room, you heard the door close behind you.

You looked over the shoulder just to reassure yourself that the door was closed, before looking around at the rest of the room.

OK, there was a sink and a toilet, no surprises there. 

You moved into the adjoining room to discover a shower, accompanied by a large bathtub, filled with warm water and beckoning to you. There was a light fragrance wafting through the air, something earthy yet soothing.

There was a fluffy bathrobe laid out to the side.

Alright, you got the hint.

You disrobed and quickly showered, not wanting to waste any time that could be spent soaking in the tub. Once you settled in the tub, you felt your muscles warming up and all tension (and reason) escaping. You leaned against the back of the tub and let your eyes flutter shut.

You thought you heard Kurogiri enter and exit at some point (his passing only revealed by the sound of the opening and closing of the doors) but you couldn’t be bothered to look.

When you finally deigned to open your eyes, you noticed that your clothes were gone. Was he really going to wash them for you? Man, this guy’s hosting skills were above and beyond.

By now, the water had cooled off, so you slowly rose out of the tub, as if wishing could warm up the water. The tub had been the perfect size - no need for bathtub gymnastics or body parts sticking up out of the water like mountain tops, laid bare and chilled by the wind.

You reluctantly left the tub and dried yourself off before wrapping yourself in the bathrobe, which was the softest thing you had felt in your life. Would it be a faux pas to ask him where he had gotten it?

You saw that slippers had been left out for you and ignored them. You preferred to feel the polished wood of the floor underneath your feet.

You made your way out of the bathroom, and wandered out into the hall. Before you could venture too far out, Kurogiri approached from the opposite end. The streaks of his eyes were curved up a little. Was this his version of a smile? Combined with his vest, tie, and neck brace being gone, it made him look surprisingly vulnerable.

You got the impression that this was a rare sight and were both flattered and honored.

As he led you to yet another room, you noticed that you could feel no dust or debris underneath your feet. He or whoever had cleaned the house had done an impeccable job. The amount of attention that went into the care of the house and the graciousness that had been shown to you during your stay made something in your chest stir. Sure, this was an extremely odd situation to be in, but not a bad one, so far.

He stopped in front of another shoji door and slid it open carefully. You felt as if this would be your final destination for the night. Kurogiri bowed his head and then gestured for you to enter first. You beamed at him and then stepped into the room, wiggling your toes against the tatami. You heard him close the door before feeling his presence behind you.

A quick look across the room revealed an austere bedroom. A bed, comfortable and low to the ground, a couple of lamps, your clothes neatly folded and resting by the side of the bed. Somehow, seeing them there made you feel reassured.

“You may change if you like.” 

You turned around and looked up at him as you thought about what you’d like to do.

“I’m okay like this.”

He nodded, and you suddenly felt shy. Was it bold to stay in a bathrobe? Somehow, you didn’t want to change into your clothing - it felt like things would suddenly become more formal and distant.

He moved toward the bed and waited. You realized he was waiting for you to get in first. Your stomach clenched as you felt a bolt of fear pass through you and you took a slow breath in to steady yourself. 

You climbed into the bed and moved towards the center at the side farthest from the headboard to give Kurogiri room to maneuver and knelt. You watched him climb into the bed. The sight of him looming over you for a brief moment changed the fear at the bottom of your stomach into something else.

Kurogiri reclined against the headboard and patted the bed next to him. You noticed that the cuffs of his shirt were unbuttoned. His shirt was still buttoned up all the way.

You crawled up the bed toward him, careful not to let the bathrobe slip and reveal anything, and gingerly settled down next to him. You tentatively leaned against him, and he wrapped the arm closest to you around your shoulder. You settled in closer to him and your head ended up in the crook of his neck. The casual intimacy made your heart race.

You looked at the curve of his neck, watching his mist slowly form and rise up into the air before seeming to disappear. Could you disappear into him if you got too close? But no, that was a silly thought. His body, though lacking clearly defined edges, was definitely solid beneath and around you. He was both warmer than you expected and slightly cooler than you wanted.

You leaned a little bit closer, careful not to brush your nose against his neck and breathed in. He had a pleasant smell - it reminded you of a shrine in the forest. A hint of incense and trees, refreshing and sacred.

You felt his head lean against yours and did your best to relax despite the strangeness of the situation. His mist tickled against your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the gold streaks of his eyes almost disappear. He slowly shifted to angle his body more toward you, and caressed the side of your body with his free hand. He was careful not to stray too high or low.

You felt something inside of you shift with the tenderness of the gesture. It asked for nothing more. You felt the edges of reality become a bit fuzzy, like you were somewhere between the waking world and a dream. You sunk deeper into this feeling and felt Kurogiri relax next to you, as if he were going through the same thing.

He continued to touch you gently - how much time passed, you did not know. You began to feel streaks of desire light up through you, like shooting stars passing gently across your body. You did your best to ignore them, not wanting the moment to end or change. Kurogiri’s hand stopped moving and settled against your hip. You knew his hand was bigger than yours, but it felt even bigger curled around your hip. You felt the warmth of his touch as it slowly bled through the bathrobe. You took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled as you willed yourself to settle down.

You felt Kurogiri shift as something in the air changed, but all he did was place a tender kiss on your forehead. 

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[m00ns0ng]

Season’s Cummings

As part of the Citrus Dome Server Collab!!

Check out the other pieces here~

The Prompt:

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Pairings: Aged-up/Prohero Mineta Minoru/f!Reader

Tags: Uhh, it’s Mineta, senpai/kohai kink, generous amounts of drool, pretty vanilla sex, a little bit of feral sex, two horny gremlins mating, once again this is age-up Mineta

“Erm. Grape Juice-senpai, are you sure we’re prepared enough for this?” You eye the lounging prohero, also noting the growing pile of snow in front of the window behind him. Not only that, wind was howling outside and you could occasionally see the window frosting over. It was a bit frightening. 

The Prohero Grape Juice, also known as Mineta Minoru, as well as your boss, waves a hand, looking far too lax for the situation. “Hehe, well. I know we’d be a bit snowed in, didn’t think it’d be so…much though.” He frowned and glanced behind himself, before turning back towards you with a leer. “But hey, if it gets too cold, we can just cuddle up for warmth!” His eyes glazed over and you’re pretty sure you see drool. When one of his hands starts to drift down his chest is when you abruptly turn around to smack your cheeks. 

Okay, so sue you. You actually liked your lecherous and amorous-inclined boss. When you shyly admitted to your friends that you imagined fucking this bozo of a Prohero, they laughed at you. And if you were in their place, you’d do the same. But damn it, something about him did it for you. Or maybe you had a case of hero worship. He did save you after all. Though he might not remember it, you very much did. And ever since you joined his agency, you got to see sides of him that most others didn’t. After joining UA, you were told about how amazing Class 1A was, and you always felt so awed by them and their impact. 

He wasn’t just a pervert and a flirt, he was also someone that wouldn’t hesitate to save others, like a real hero. And he was short, which was totally your type. 

Taking a deep breath, you whirled back around to face your boss. Rather than pleasuring himself like his movements would have made you believe, he was on his phone, most likely checking his feed. You made your way to the snack corner. You had both come to this small town in search of some mid-tier villain that was trying to hit small businesses and then leave the city. Due to the fierce weather however, you and Grape Juice’s main priority was to check in to the surprisingly nice hotel you got to stay in for free. While it was worrying, you figured that the villain wouldn’t be able to go anywhere either. Especially now. 

When you thought about the whole situation, the fact that you were both snowed in had to mean something.

This is my chance, you thought, securing your favorite brand of chips and a water bottle. For now, you would calm your hormones a bit and chill. Until the boss said so, you were still on company hours, which meant tracking and making sure you guys wouldn’t fail this mission. It’d be embarrassing and demoralizing to have lost to bad weather conditions. After all, Pro Hero Deku wouldn’t let the horrid, freezing weather stop him (for better or worse). If Grape Juice failed to capture such a mid-tier villain, it would tank his reputation, as well as yours.

You grabbed the remote, turned to the news and grabbed your phone. Not that you expected much from the latter. The wifi in this place could be better, and your data wasn’t faring well either.

“Oh hey, you’re actually doing something useful! See, hehe, this is why you’re my favorite sidekick.” Grape Juice rolled himself to the edge of his bed, looking oddly cute as he tugged his comforter with him to look like a grape burrito. “If you can, put a marker for our log in and-”

“Already done, senpai! Just getting the weather report for now. We’ll need to see if we’ll be able to patrol later on tonight.” This was good. When you guys were interacting like the professional heroes you were instead of friends after work, it became easier to actually look him in the eye without fantasizing about him between your legs. “Though truth be told, I’d rather not haha. It’s…going to be so cold.” You curled in on yourself just at the thought. 

“Hmm.” When you looked up, you noticed Grape Juice was staring at you with narrowed, unreadable eyes, but then quickly switched his attention to the news report. Rather than analyze his weirdness, you also chose to focus on the news.

“…And we’re hearing that the snowstorm is going to worsen the more the night drags on. How upsetting for those out looking for some nice snow festivities.” Hmph, not surprising. Thankfully, you guys were staying at a pretty nice hotel, with room service and everything. “No, actually…We’re receiving word that this just may be the storm of the century, folks. With inches of snow piling up by the minutes.” 

What? You furrowed your brow and looked out the window just in time to see the last bits of twilight disappear behind snow. “What?!” You leapt up from the bed and went to the window. You swore you could hear the window itself creaking from the amount of snow piled onto it. Which was a horrifying thought, because… because you and Grape Juice were on the third floor. This could not be happening. 

“Well,” Grape Juice pushed himself up on his knees. You tried not to notice how he only came up to your collarbone because of that. You couldn’t help but notice all the cute things about him. And Grape Juice outside of his ridiculous hero costume was really, really cute. He had the style, the smug swagger, and the sexual intensity of a horny, touch-starved gremlin. And you would deliver the touch he so desperately wanted. “At least we’re good here! Heh, can’t say the same for that villain though. Probably shaking in their boots. Literally!” 

You let his bravado wash over you, slumping your shoulders in relief. “To be real with you, I’m also shaking in my boots. But from the cold! Ya know?” You gave him a nervous smile and skipped back to your bed. “I’m surprised you’re okay with wearing just a t-shirt and shorts right now.”

“It’s because I’m a Pro!” He threw the comforter off of himself and proudly thrust his arms out. “And I’m your boss. What kind of example would I be setting if I was heavily decked out in winter gear?” 

“A responsible one..?” You stared at him in confusion, and went back to eating your snacks. “I mean, you’re not like Shouto.” Fuck, he might take that the wrong way. “N-not that I mean any disrespect, senpai!” Grape Juice flinched and then shuddered. And you, you frowned. Had your comment stung that badly? You didn’t really care about the top three Heroes in all honesty. Nothing against them, but nothing from their flashy quirks and intense personalities really appealed to you. 

You turned away from him and adjusted the sleeve of your winter sweater. You could hear him falling back onto his bed. Should you apologize? Or just go back to eating your chips and pretending this moment never happened? Ah, screw this. 

Your butt met the edge of your bed, and you turned your attention back to the news. 

“And that’s not all! We’re hearing that this snowstorm won’t be receding any time soon. How horrifying, haha!” Who on earth laughs at such an abysmal scenario?? You reached around your bed and grabbed your phone. Even though it was fully charged, you couldn’t help but be dismayed at the shitty reception. You huffed, and then turned your ire towards the newscaster. “We hope everyone has been stocking up on resources, because it seems like-” But whatever the newscaster had been going to say was interrupted by the power going out. The loud thrum of the power outage made you pause. And then you jumped up. From somewhere on your left, you heard Grape Juice do the same. 

“Ah…well then.” He let out a nervous chuckle, and then a muffled curse. 

“Senpai? Are you okay?!” You heard him let out a grunt, and then suddenly he was touching you. Or your arms, more specifically. Your breath hitched, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yep! The Prohero Grape Juice can handle the dark.” His hands slipped from your arms to hold onto your hands. “If anything, I should be asking if you’re okay!”

You smiled. “I’m perfectly fine, senpai. But um, what are we going to do now?” His hand clenched down on yours, and you swore you could see something dark cross over his eyes, before he abruptly turned away from you. 

“Can’t do it,” You heard him mutter, and your smile fell away.

“Mm? Can’t do what, senpai?” You moved to stand in front of him again, tilting your head this way and that, but you couldn’t catch his eyes. “You know, if there’s a-anything you want from me, just ask! I’ll be happy to provide.” You reached out a hand again to at least provide some physical comfort, but he jumped out of the way before you could.

“Anything, huh?” He finally met your eyes, and you blinked at the sheer intensity in his gaze. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Don’t you know that a guy like me enjoys it a bit too much?!”

Silence.

Well, partial silence. You could still hear the wind howling outside. But you were more focused on dissecting what you just heard. He liked it when you called him senpai? This whole time…

You licked your lips. “What if,” There’s no going back now. “What if I also like you, senpai?”

Of all the reactions you were expecting, him glaring wasn’t one of them. “You shouldn’t joke about that kind of stuff. I get it, I’m a lame Pro, but I still have feelings!”

“I do like you like though?” Fuck, you hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question. So you pushed forward. “I mean it! You’re the one I looked up to whenever I would hear about your class! And it’s your agency I wanted to join once I graduated!” By now, you were so close to him that he had no choice but to look at you, and the shadows on his face stood out.

But rather than get angrier, he blinked, and his expression cleared. “Ah, w-wait! This isn’t a prank or anything, right?! Y-you want me?” You stared at your boss. Really stared at him. He didn’t look like a sex-crazy gremlin, or the slightest bit horny. His eyes had lost their light, his lips were curled down, and he was rubbing his arm. He looked like the Minoru Mineta from the first time you met him, not sure if you actually wanted to join his agency. “I know I’m not the best Pro, or the most virtuous, but.” His brows furrowed, and he looked up at you with a renewed vigor. “But I want to make you feel good, if you’ll let me!” He slammed both his palms together and bowed his head, careful to keep his hair from touching you. 

Something soft filled you, and you reached out a hand, placing it under his chin and tilting his head up. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, senpai.” You smiled brightly. “After all, I chose to work with my cute senpai because I like your work ethic, and your determination. Not everyone wants to be on top!” You let your other hand come up and pet his cheek. “Truth be told, I’ve wanted you for quite some time now, senpai.” His eyes widened, and then watered at an incredible speed. “Aha, wait! Please don’t cry!”

He loudly sniffled. “Man, if I had known that I had a cute little kohai that wanted me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time staring at your fanpages!”

You pulled away to stare down at him. “My what?”

“Anyways!” He practically shouted, “We gonna do this or what?” You smirked and made your way to his bed. 

“Well, I’m happy you asked, Mineta-senpai.” You shimmied out of your pants, then panties. You held your panties up and watched the way Mineta’s eyes tracked them as he jumped onto the bed. “Let’s make this a little fun. If I cum before you do, then you can keep my panties. As a souvenir!” His eyes glazed over, and a copious amount of drool began to slide out of his mouth and pool on the sheets between you both. You tried not to be too bothered. You knew he would be at least a bit filthy, and if all went well, the sheets would be ruined one way or another. 

Mineta took off his clothes with a speed and ferocity that probably should have stunned you. “Lay down, and let your favorite Prohero Grape Juice take care of you!” You giggled and complied, relaxing your arms and legs as you laid out. You let your panties dangle on the tips of your fingers before you dropped them. Mineta immediately situated himself between your legs, muttering to himself. While he did that, you took your shirt and bra off as well. 

You tried your best to keep your breath even, but the moment you felt his touch on your thighs, it hitched. You waited with bated breath for his touch, and when you felt his tongue licking-no, slobbering all over your slit, you squealed. Your legs clamped around his head, but he managed to wriggle his way even closer, tongue circling around your clit before slipping into your opening, and then back again. His tongue was so wet, but once you got past that, you could admit that it also felt good. Relaxing back against the pillows, you spread your legs again and let out a quiet sigh.

Mineta moaned, and the rumble against your clit felt nice enough that you joined him. Soon enough, his fingers joined his tongue, and you panted and squirmed as his fingers-not that long, but definitely thick-thrust in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. “Mm, senpai, you feel so nice.” He leaned forward, his saliva dripping onto your chest, up to your neck, and finally onto your cheeks. 

You were sharing each other’s breath now.

“Haaa, that’s what I should be saying.” His pace quickened, and your pleasure grew. “My cute little kohai is clenching down on my fingers. Clenching down on me.” You panted out as his fingers curled and scissored inside of you. “Ahh, I can’t wait anymore!” He pulled his fingers out of you quickly and you didn’t even get a chance to react before his dick was slipping in. “Forget the stupid bet!” His hands kept a brutal grip on your hips, keeping you in place. Mostly. The power of his thrusts had you slipping up the bed, and you were very grateful the pillows were there.

“O-oh!” Your hands clenched into the bedsheets as he hammered into you. His pace didn’t slow down, and he didn’t relent in his intensity. One of his hands left your hips to slip into your mouth.

“Suck,” He groaned out, and then whined when you obeyed. “Such a good little kohai I have. You’d do anything for your senpai, huh?” He pushed down on your tongue. Even in the dark, you could see his eyes holding lust and a deep admiration. “You, you like me for me. A-and you don’t care about my reputation.” You closed your eyes and bobbed your head on his fingers. He let out another groan, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to rub them on your clit. You arched up and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You really hoped no one heard that. 

“Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for your favorite Pro? Gonna let me k-keep y-” Mineta curled over you, shoving his face into your chest. “Dammit, how am I supposed to last long when your pussy is clenching down on me like this?!” His pace slowed, his hips jerking at a tell-tale uneven pace. You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue was in your mouth instantly, running over your teeth, curling around your tongue, and then thrusting in and out. It was sloppy, and with his fingers still on your clit, with him still pressing into you, it was also fucking hot.

You were going to cum, and you didn’t even care. The panties were just an incentive anyways. You got to fuck your senpai, and make him happy. A win-win for the both of you.

You broke away from the kiss, just barely aware of the string of drool that connected your mouths. “Mineta-senpai, I’m going to-”

“Cum?!” His excitement was cute enough that you didn’t mind that he cut you off. You met his thrusts as best as you could rolling your hips so he could fuck that particular spot inside of you that made you toes curl and eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes!” For a long moment, you felt perfect. The burst of pleasure that rocked your whole body and left you boneless as your senpai kept fucking you, whimpering as he sucked on your tit. Not even your nipple, your tit. You inhaled as he released your hips to wrap his arms around you, and it was only due to his small size that you didn’t mind. Your head fell back, eyesight a bit wonky from the intensity of the orgasm that just rocked through you. Mineta, apparently not yet satisfied, continued thrusting into you, stupidly powerful thrusts making you clench and squeal. “Mineta-senpai, you’re…the best.” 

“Hehe, yeah. I’m the best. I AM THE BEST!” His hands gripped your hips with a newfound ferocity and he flipped you over partially, leaving you confused and a bit dazed in the dark. One of his hands left your hips to grab his dick, and he aimed it right for your fluttering opening. 

“S-senpai, wait,” Your weak cry fell on deaf ears.

“Plus,” The manic drive of a Hero pushed him forward. “ULTRA!!!”

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“So!” The receptionist gave you a bright smile, “Did you both enjoy your stay at Reaching Heights Hotel?”

You let your (grumpy) silence speak for itself, while Grape Juice sheepishly handed her his card. “It, haha, definitely helped me regain my drive!” The receptionist blinked at him, and then gave him a placid smile that only a front desk attendant could. And his card back. “Soooo thankyounowwehavetogobyeandsorryforthestains!”

You eyed Grape Juice as he turned to scurry away, and kicked your foot out, tripping him. Immediately taking advantage of his disoriented state, you snatched his card up and smirked down at him. You’re not quite sure how you look in that moment, but you are sure you liked that wide-eyed, vulnerable expression on his face. 

“Next time,” You murmur, “I get to be the one on top, squeezing every last drop out of you, senpai.” 

#Mineta Minoru x Reader #reader smut #citrus dome collab #whew boy #this is #yeah #bnha x reader

[varnienne]

Shattered Reality - Auction AU

I ran out of time to add the smut T^T so I’ll have to add it later. This is for a Mirio x OC fic I’ll be posting later. Avoca’s info will be posted as soon as I finish drawing her, lol.

This piece is for the Citrus Dome Auction Collab! Go check out everyone else’s amazing pieces.

Catcalls echoed through the theater as Avoca was pulled on stage. Her eyes narrowed and scanned the crowd. Every face was covered by an ornate mask. Most wore clothes that hid their stature. Sinister grins and mischievous smirks mocked her. Tail twitched around her waist. Clenched her fists. Careful to keep her expression cold. Disgusting fuckers. 

Then there were the “pets” in the audience. They were naked except for a metal collar, wrist bands, and anklets. Leashes from their owners held them in place. Some bronze. Some silver. Few golds. The pets of the House walked around with waiter platters full of refreshments. All of them wore velvet.

A tug on her own made her stumble a step. The auctioneer chuckled under his breath. She glared at him. He clicked his tongue and gestured to the raised platform. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Up you go."

~oOo~

Avoca huffed through her nose but obeyed. She didn’t want to be shocked after all. The moment she was free, she would come for his head. Consequences be damned. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! This lithe pet is an exotic, experienced fighter.” The auctioneer caressed her scarred side. She restrained a shiver. He smiled. “She’s yet to be defeated. Rumor has it, she’s actually an alien.” He let his hand rest on her ass. Caressed the base of her tail. Smile widened when she bristled and growled at him. “Let's see who gets to try taming her. She starts at one million yen!”

The first paddle raised, soon followed by several others. With every paddle that raised, so did the price. Honestly, what compelled these people to bid on her. It was a miracle she was still considered a product. The amount of “masters” she’d either killed or incapacitated had grown into almost the hundreds. One man in the back was persistent. 

“Sold, for twenty-three billion yen.” The auctioneer pulled her leash. Started guiding her away. “To the gentleman in the back with the gold mask.” 

Oh joy, another master. She scoffed.

~oOo~

The auctioneer brought her to the lobby. Tugged on her chain and smirked when she stumbled. She sneered at him. 

“She’s a feisty one.” The auctioneer chuckled and gave the man her leash and a set of keys. “I wish you luck, young man.” 

Her new master smiled. “I’m sure we’ll get along fine.”

Avoca took him in. He stood half a head taller than her. Slicked back blond hair and a bright smile. Definitely a hero. Tinted glass kept her from seeing his true eye color. They were deep and soulful. His black tux was straining over his built form. 

His aura reached out to hers. Amber eyes narrowed. Why does he feel familiar? Brushed it off. Plenty of bidders were privy to her nature. It wouldn’t be surprising if a few had aphrodisiac quirks in an attempt to trick her. The fools.

“May you succeed where others have failed.” Though his smirk gave away his doubt. 

She rolled her eyes as he walked away. Turned to the man now holding her chains. His pensive expression made her raise a brow. 

He sighed and turned, careful not to pull the leash. “Well, let’s get going.”

Avoca nodded and followed shortly behind him. He guided them through the parking garage to a stone grey SUV. It was big enough to fit at least seven people. Certainly spacious enough for a big guy like him. 

He led her to the passenger side. Reached for the front door. Stopped short. Turned and took in her lack of clothing. “Do you want to sit in the far back?”

She blinked. Tilted her head.

“D’you wanna sit in the far back?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’ll be mostly covered from prying eyes.”

Avoca shrugged. Pointed toward the backseat. Easier to get out while still giving some cover. Not that it matters. 

He smiled. It looked forced. “Okay then.”

~oOo~

Avoca was surprised by the gentleness he handled her with. Maybe he’s kinder than the last one. She almost laughed. That she still had any hope was a fucking miracle. 

Almost every “master” made it a point to crush it any time they could. Taunted her with escape before they trapped her in a room. Or their room. Most gave up on taking her when her tail smacked them. Others saw it as a personal challenge. Unwanted caresses were bearable. Attempts at her sex were met with attacks and sharp words. Then they’d bring in… 

“Miss.” She jumped. Turned to the masked man. “We’re here.”

His home was much more humble than she expected. A quaint little townhome. It was far enough from the city for privacy. Close enough to go to work though. Soft blues and white accents gave it a comforting feel she’d not had in almost three years.

Her new master opened the door for her. She muttered a thank you under her breath. Thankful for the cover of night, she ignored the few glances they got as he took her inside. He’d been quieter than most. Normally she’d leave it alone but his aura was clearly unsettled by something. Avoca frowned. Am I his first won item? How cute.

For a newbie, he was pretty persistent. Maybe she could shape him to teach future “items” with the same kindness he’d afforded her so far. When he unlocked the door, she stepped in and froze. This place… it’s-

She whirled around to meet her new master’s somber face. He reached up to take off his mask. She gasped, tears pooling in her eyes. Shaking hands slowly reached for him. Disbelief warred with hope and she flinched when he smiled sadly at her. 

This was real. 

He was actually here. 

Avoca launched herself at him. His arms wrapped around her and her tail unfurled to wrap around one of his wrists. Started shaking as they held each other tight. Sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her back and whispered comforting words. She was safe. Finally, after two long years, she was safe. 

“I was so scared, Mirio. And pissed and-”

He shushed her. “I know, sunshine.” Leaned his forehead against hers. Tightened his hold on her. “I’m here now.”

#mirio x oc #mirio togata #original character #original fan character #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #citrus dome collab

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This citrus dome collab was kinda hard. since i couldn’t find an idea that I could fall in love with. This is also one of my sisters favorite characters so i felt wrong horrifying him. so I decided to combine him with another charcter with a crappy dad.

#citrus dome collab #todoroki shōto #older todo