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✉️; IT’S THE WAY YOU MOVE. - D.KAMINARI, H.SERO.

💌; synopsis - the dance line of popular idol group XHEROES, denki kaminari and hanta sero, are used to getting everyone and everything they want— spoiled rotten with sex and money. that is until, their new choreographer comes along to teach them a valuable dance lesson.

↳ length: 10.5K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. kpop idol!au. characters aged up to 20s, crack fic, plot if you squint, threesomes, mirror sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, pussy slaps, creampies, marking, overstimulation, double vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, mind break, slight!degredation, slight!dubcon, praise!kink, spit!kink, switch!reader, switch!kamisero, bully!kamisero, idol!kamisero.

↳ notes: hello! happy friday! a few weeks ago i asked what you wanted to see from me and this came out on top. it’s a continuation of/ in same universe as my idol!todoroki fic that you can read here ( not necessary but helps understand the plot ) !! it’s mostly smut and just men with slender waists being sluts really. ty to my love @yuki-no-akumu for beta’ing. hope you enjoy <3 m.list ♡

denki kaminari and hanta sero are natural born flirts— terribly good, it's almost ironic.

evidence of that very fact is plastered across the twitter timeline a hundred thousand times a day, in clipped moments of pink tongues rolling over perfectly painted red lips and blurred photos of sultry winks from across the room at XHEROEZ fan meets. accounts on YouTube play compilations of the duo’s thirstiest moments, twixtor edits of hip thrusts and body rolls belonging to kaminari and sero flood social media. they’re a desirable pair, and they know it.

even the industry knows it— variety show hosts deem them the most amorous and outgoing members, girl groups and boy groups alike can only share snippets of their encounters with the two since they’re far from appropriate. the amount of NDAs they give out is a number longer than the number of zeros on CEO hawks’ paycheck at the end of the month (idols, producers, not even staff are safe), and it only seems to skyrocket with the rising fame of XHEROEZ and the popularity of their music.

but how can they be blamed, when hanta sero is such a smooth talker— words sweet like pink liquorice slipping over his tongue whenever he talks, he keeps his eyes dark and hooded and low like he’s really paying attention during conversation. it’s his attitude that leaves interviewers on music bank and even international ones— flustered and shy, swimming in honey that fills their ears and their hearts, suffocating them whenever they have a moment with the hanta sero.

kaminari is no more innocent than his band mate—a tease at best, a nightmare at worst. he’s coy, like a cat that plays with a mouse for fun and not for its death. it’s said that people barely survive being in a room with denki— his charm is overwhelming, covered by the ruse that he’s not so smart, not so bright. it’s those amber eyes that give it away, reading deep into the wants of others, analysing what he thinks their bodies’ needs are, when they think he’s not 100% there. to the world kaminari is nothing more than a talented voice and a pretty face.

in some ways, that could be considered a trap. to sero and kaminari? a game.

it’s all the two idols really need, their little games of cat and mouse—toying with faint hearts, to get what they want, from whoever they want without a care in the world.

and they usually get away with it too, hawks now a little richer to care and XHEROEZ a little too famous for their debauched ways to be a problem.

that is until katsuki bakugou makes it a problem.

“oi! c’mere you slippery, slutty motherfucker—!” bakugou’s voice is fuming, teeming with tunes of anger that boil over like a pot of water on a hot stove. the doors to the XHEROEZ practice room fly open with a force so hard that they clank against the walls on either side— grabbing the attention of the remaining five members.

the leader makes a b-line for kaminari, red eyes blazing and hands poised as if he’s going to kill a man which only makes the brighter blonde scramble up and onto his feet, abandoning his stretches for the day. “what?” he whines, backed up against the bar and mirrors, lips drawn into a pathetic pout. “what did i do?”

“our fucking choreographer quit, again. slut.” bakugou slurs again, looking like he might throttle the guy.

izuku, the other vocalist, peeks his head up from between his toes as he stretches his legs— a single brow quirked into his green hair. “why is kacchan… slut shaming kaminari?”

“when isn’t he?” kirishima wipes the sweat from his brow, sneakers skidding across the floor when he joins his band mate.

the leader launches himself at kaminari again without missing a beat, pinning the younger against the mirrors in what would seem like a playful fight to the viewers and fans of the video todoroki is quietly uploading to the group account on Twitter. this time, only hanta pulls the older back. “who kendou? i liked that one!” kaminari manages to squeak despite his life flashing before his eyes. his face contorts, a dreamy look sweeping over sweat licked features and his knees knocking despite how bakugou holds him up. “she was so…so hot.”

“jesus, fuck kaminari. keep it in your fuckin’ pants.” he’s promptly dropped back onto his feet, bakugou backing up from the brighter blonde with a look of disgust— avoiding looking between their bodies…for reasons. “stop sleepin’ with our staff for fucks sake! we’re never gonna get a comeback if we don’t have anyone workin’ for us and i’m sick of laying on my ass!”

sero takes the opportunity to let the latter blonde go, hands dropping from his waist to his ass. “you do have a good one, kats.”

“fansites agree, top rated ass in the whole industry.” shotou coos from his corner, setting up a poll for that very question on socials again.

“fuck you.”

“one of our fans would love to.”

turning his attention back to hanta, bakugou throws his hand up in the air exasperatedly— pointing at the dark haired dancer. “shut the fuck up. you ain’t no better, slutty waist.”

with the attention of the entire group captured and bakugou on the very verge of taking out two of the members— izuku tenderly decides to step in to diffuse the situation before they really do end up six feet under. “kacchan does have a point, the fans have been getting antsy since our original comeback date got pushed back…the lack of staff is making it real hard.” there’s a gentle warning in the vocalist’s tone while both kirishima and todoroki hum in agreement.

“and who knows what could happen, if you guys don’t stop sleeping around— we could get hit with a scandal or worse, like hawks dropping us from the label or something!” the red head adds on— rubbing the back of his neck shyly as if he doesn’t want to antagonise the group.

“well how come we’re the only ones being scolded for getting our dicks wet! todoroki gets to fuck staff!” sero crosses his arms, cheeks slightly tinted red with embarrassment. “this feels like an intervention, like i’m being slut shamed. i thought we were bein’ progressive guys.”

this time deku is the one vibrating with anger and katsuki is the one holding him back. “you’re so full of shit, hanta,” eijirou grunts from behind the pair, seemingly exasperated. “like who let you into the group.”

shouto turns his attention to the conversation, still typing away on his phone to post a selection of mirror selfies— again to the group account. “i’m not being scolded because i don’t parade around the company with my dick out like a common whore,” his words are blunt, taking the others by surprise (except for bakugou, of course). “i’m also in a relationship with my partner, who just so happens to work for us.”

kaminari and sero share a look. relationships were overrated, fucking around was much more fun.

“nice one half ‘n half.” bakugou chimes in.

“you guys are so lame, like actually the lamest guys i’ve ever met.” kaminari whines as todoroki stands up and flips him the bird.

“kiss my ass denki, i’m off to practice makeup looks for the next concept with my partner and then i’m going to fuck them in the recording booth. bye.”

silence falls over the room as the remaining five watch him leave— bewildered by the quietest member’s sudden outburst before they all look at one another.

“that dude’s kind of a dickhead, isn’t he?” eijirou laughs fondly, still wondering how he ended up with such chaotic band mates.

“yeah fuck that guy.”

“i want someone to fuck me.”

“kaminari… can you stop being a pervert for one second and shut the hell up?”

“my bad, sorry midoriya.”

the group shortly disperses after the ‘intervention’, bakugou leaving them with sharp flicks to their foreheads before going to write more songs for the comeback, deku shortly after to go record with his fingers crossed (hoping he doesn’t walk in on todoroki) and kirishima departs from the scandalous duo with a smile, wishing them good luck on keeping it in their pants.

for the sake of their group and the future of XHEROEZ, they would try— how hard could it be? all they had to do was avoid fucking around and getting caught until this whole thing was over, so the boys would get their comeback and get off their backs. hanta sero and denki kaminari weren’t whores like the others thought, they could do this.

if only they knew how truly difficult it would be with you soon to enter their lives.

it takes hawks three days to find another choreographer to take over the mantle and whip the boys into place, especially kaminari and sero. “don’t fuck this up for us,” bakugou warns in a surprisingly quiet tone before the first session starts with the new staff member. truth be told, he like the others, is desperate to get back onto the stage and this might be their only chance. keigo had given them a warning prior too— the threat of kicking them out of the group is enough to keep them quiet throughout today’s practice.

you, however, are not what they expect.

“hi XHEROEZ! i’m so excited to be working with you all,” you give them your name along with a smile sweeter than wild flowers. everything about you is radiantly pure and innocent despite the industry you work in and all the hardships it comes with. “we’ll run through some simple stretches and then pick up on the choreo for your title track where the last choreographer left off!” it doesn’t help that you’re beautiful too, top to toe where your sports bra hugs your chest just right and the sweats you wear curve off of your ass and thighs perfectly.

kaminari would be lying if he said your innocence didn’t make his cock stir.

sero would be just as bad if he ignored the fact that he was popping a boner every time you bent over to stretch out your legs.

you were a sight for sore eyes, a tasty treat dangled right in front of them— tempting them to be bad when they were meant to be on their best behaviour. it would be so easy to corrupt you, you could bat an eyelid and you wouldn’t even notice the two souls bound by mischief pulling you apart until you were nothing but a mess… except you would. unlike the others before you, you’d been warned about their advances, the countless people who had given up their jobs just to avoid working with the dynamic pair of idols and you were about to see to it that this changed— in ways that would avenge your fallen idol trainers.

so you kept up the act during your first session, tricked the boys of popular idol group XHEREOZ into thinking you were the sweetest soul to ever exist, and once you’d proven your worth to the CEO of fierce wings entertainment, you’d finally snap.

make hanta sero and denki kaminari regret ever making a fool out of your profession.

“she’s like, kind of …a bitch, isn’t she?” the blonde dancer leans over to his dark haired companion one day— a week into practice with you on the idol group’s team. as the days went by, your practices became harsher, longer and gone was the sweet girl that kaminari dreamt of absolutely ruining every night when he settled into his bed at the dorms. he’d have liked to admit that you left his mind, stopped consuming his thoughts the moment you switched up and turned mean— working him to the bone but your sudden change in attitude left him wanting nothing more but to soil every inch of your body with his hot loads of cum.

hanta looks over for a brief moment, tearing his obsidian eyes from watching his moves in the mirror as he nods to denki. “dude, i thought i was the only one who noticed. she’s been working us like dogs!” he admits, catching your gaze in the reflecting glass as you wipe the sweat from your brow and go over the counts for the next move with the other three boys. hanta winks, his chest bristling when you make a face of disgust and get back to work. “she’s super cold too… like she hates us or somethin’.”

“what’re you two bitchin’ about?” bakugou runs through the move smoothly, following your count and tuning into the conversation between the dance line.

both of them cock their heads towards you at the front of the practice room, whispering in unison. “just her.”

“me?” both golden and black irises shoot over to you, who now faces the boys with your arms crossed over your chest— drawing slight attention to it. “have you boys got something to share with the class?” they shake their heads no. “too bad, i need you both for a demonstration.”

“u-us?” sero gulps, swallowing down his nerves.

“you two are the fan favourites for dance breaks in the choreo… so unfortunately. yes.” todoroki, kirishima, deku and bakugou part like the sea to let the other two members take front and centre stage— faces full of amusement at what you might make the boys do. “follow my lead for this bit, and don’t be shy.” comes your sweet voice, the one that had drawn them in the first place. “so first i want you to roll your hips in a circle… mhm, that’s right. then leg out, flick your hair up.” you instruct, barely biting back a smile as both denki and hanta follow your command— acting out a girl group dance without even realising. “and slut drop for boys…oh that’s perfect!” you praise, watching hanta drop all the way down.

half way down into dropping his ass like it’s hot, kaminari flicks his gaze up to you— face bright pink as the other XHEROEZ boys try to swallow down their laughter. “h-hey! this isn’t part of our choreo!”

he squeaks, heart racing when you tilt his head up to face you properly and you grin— cruelly. “oh no, it’s definitely not. i just wanted to teach you both a lesson for messing with your last dance teacher. call it revenge for making them quit their job.” with a shrug, you stand back up to full height and clap your hands. “right boys! back to work, shall we?”

“yes ma’am!”

“kaminari, you are one-hundred percent right, that new choreographer is a bitch.” hanta is the first to whine, slumping down at the table in the building’s cafeteria. you’d sent the boys of XHEREOZ on an hours break to grab a bite to eat and recuperate their energy after the intense dancing you’d put them through— but the shame and humiliation of being called out by you still sits heavy on the back of the dynamic duo’s minds. “she kept picking on us the entire class— i hated it.”

the dark haired idol continues to complain, aggressively pulling apart his disposable chopsticks and rubbing them together slightly. kaminari sips on his milk, ready to whinge along with his friend like a baby when kirishima slides into the seat next to them, tray pilled high with junk that’d probably make him feel like shit after the day’s schedules were over. “you have to admit,” he murmurs, with an impressed tone through a mouthful of rice, the food spraying across the table in which the other members are soon to be seated. “you both kinda deserve it, i mean you have slept with half of the company. people are gonna have it out for you.”

“plus,” shouto adds, snatching a dish off of the red headed dancer’s tray much to his dismay. “we all know you liked being talked down on by her, you’re just mad ‘cause you can’t hit that.”

bakugou and midoriya soon join the feasting gang, all narrowing their eyes at the dual haired idol. “when the fuck did you get so mean, half ‘n half?” the lighter blonde chuckles, lifting his drink to his band mate.

“since he started getting his dick wet by the person he used to hate more than us.” kaminari snaps back, earning a glare from todoroki and a giggle from midoriya. “what? it’s true! i miss the days where he hated his partner more than me…and now sero and i are hated by the new choreographer too! what are we gonna do about it?”

the XHEROEZ leader chimes in again, slamming his carton of milk down on the table. “absolutely fuckin’ nothing, you guys are gonna stop acting like bitches in heat and not try t’fuck the poor girl. or else.”

there’s a brief moment in time, where all the stars and planets align and without so much as even looking at one another— the two resident stupid sluts of the internationally famous idol group share an idea, a connection, and formulate a stupid fucking plan. their eyes light up, once sluggish bodies perking up in unison while sly grins tug at their perfectly pretty lips.

green eyes widen, izuku quickly shaking his head in disapproval. “nuh uh, no, you guys! you heard what hawks said!” he tries to reason with the two dancers, fearing that he may have already lost them to whatever crazy idea they’ve come up with now in order to put you in your place. “you guys can’t mess this up.”

“don’t worry, we won’t.” sero hums, returning to normal and stabbing his chopsticks into the donburi bowl he’d picked out for lunch. it’d prove plenty of energy and stamina for the rest of the day— for other activities too. “promise.”

the group looks to denki next. “cross my heart and hope to die.” he says cheerily, slashing an invisible ‘X’ across his chest with a single finger.

the rest of the boys, despite uneasy, take the bait for now— hoping to god that kaminari and sero know what they’re doing, although they all know those two can never be trusted with a gorgeous girl like you.

over the next few weeks, the two dancers team up to make sure your life is a living hell— as if it’s their mission to pick on you.

it starts with practice, and when you run through the moves for their sexier choreos— hanta needs a little extra help, he needs to grab onto your hips and roll his body right up against yours because he needs a visual on how the move would look against someone else, something real. you pretend that heat doesn’t flush through your body, blood carrying sex crazed hormones shooting straight to your clit— you pretend it’s not humiliating in front of your class of idols to have him grind you against you and that you might actually like it.

hanta sero is annoying, but you knew what you were getting into when replacing all the choreographers before you. you’ll get through this and get the job done.

is what you think until denki kaminari starts peeking up your skirts on the days that you’re wandering around the agency— preparing for meetings with hawks and conceptualists for other aspects of the XHEROEZ comeback. you almost don’t notice him at first, the way he’ll trail behind you almost too close to comfort, sleazily smirking down at you as he brushes by. it becomes a game for him to guess what colour panties you’re wearing, though you know that he already knows just by taking a peek— flipping your clothes up when you’re unsuspecting and mid-conversation with a coworker. you can’t be alone with him in elevators anymore.

and the worst part is, they like to act like they have no idea what they’re doing.

the two dancers are insufferable, tag teaming you— driving you up the wall with their little games…and for some sick reason, you find yourself liking it. enjoying how mean they are to you, revelling in their less than pleasant attention. it haunts your dreams, the daily scenarios of the two stealing your clothes and underwear after practices becoming saucy little nightmares where you end up bent over and finger fucked in the staff showers by an overly sweaty hanta— your mouth stuffed full of denki’s pretty cock.

you catch yourself daydreaming about how they might look down there— who’s curved and who has the happy trail, how thick they might be, who’s the most talented with their tongue—

get it together, you’re losing sight of your job.

the way both idols treat you should be making your stomach churn, not filling you with butterflies and making your knees buckle— especially when denki ‘spills’ his ice water on you whenever you wear white to practice (showing off your hardened nipples for the world to see) or when hanta smacks your ass, gropes it and squeezes it during stretches.

you shouldn’t want them more than you want to keep your job.

it has to stop, and you decide to put a stop to the madness, to their antics one particular morning— scheduling them both in for a private dance session a little earlier than they would have with the rest of the XHEREOZ members.

“i know what you’re doing,” you greet the boys, hands planted firmly on your hips with steeled and tired eyes the minute they step into their group’s dedicated practice room. they look surprised that no one else is there, you think, expressions of shock etched into features deemed handsome by every outlet of media you follow. “it needs to stop.”

but you’d had the chance to be up close and personal with hanta sero and denki kaminari, you’ve been taunted and teased enough to recognise the calculating spark in black and amber eyes clouded by faux confusion.

hanta steps further into the room first, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as the rubber soles of his sneakers squeak against it— the sound is familiar but it makes you flinch, being alone with them both somehow being much more intimate while…intimidating when you’re confronting them. “what are you on about, sweetheart?” the way he laughs you off makes your body prickle with annoyance but your tummy flush with need, and you know that you shouldn’t stand for this any longer— you try to harden your gaze, looking up at hanta, keeping it steady despite how good he looks with his fluffy, early morning hair and lazy smirk, hooded eyes and loose shirt that barely covers the lean muscle of your body. “we just got here.”

your face scrunches up and you shake your head. “i’m not talking about right now, stupid.” the insult leaves your tongue carrying no meaning, you’ve only added it so you sound less like a whining child. “these last few weeks, you’ve both been picking on me…groping me. hitting on me— what? because i embarrassed you in front of your friends—“

“d’aww denks, she thinks we’ve been picking on her,” sero talks over your head, as if you’re not even there, making sure his words reach his equally mischievous friend who’s crossed the room without you even realising and you have to do a double take upon noticing the blonde with his shirt between his teeth, untying the strings of his grey sweats that hang low on his slender hips. “you don’t think that’s true, right?”

he’s still not addressing you when denki speaks up, dropping his shirt back down as he checks himself in the mirror. “of course not, we would never, han. we’re not those kinds of guys,” he pouts, slinking up beside you while the latter wraps an arm around your waist.

you’re bewildered to say the least, you knew that you’d embarrassed them but to the extent that they would try to gaslight you— it made you tingle with both rage and desire. “are you kidding me? those kinds of guys aren’t the ones who’ve been flipping my skirts at work? stealing my clothes and underwear—” you feel hanta bristle in front of you, almost acknowledging everything they’ve put you through.

“we’re sorry, baby,” kaminari coos into the shell of your ear, closer behind you than you last remember. “for whatever it is you think that we did. we didn’t me to be mean! it was harmless. right han?”

“one-hundred percent harmless.” he agrees.

you’re sandwiched between the two of them, mind hazy as you’re overwhelmed with hanta’s warm oak scent and the fresh honey that belongs to kaminari. they’re driving you insane, arms wrapping around you, mapping out your flesh and your resistance comes tumbling down all too fast. “h-harmless—? you’re…trying to ruin my career,” you feel yourself slipping, drowning in the desire you’ve fought so hard to keep down as weeks of torture from the two have gone by. “w-what are you doing?”

you stutter out as the hands that tease you start to explore you more, the ones belonging to sero slipping up your shirt and those belonging to kaminari down the front of your sweats. you don’t bother to stop them, to fight back— giving into the game that they’ve made you play.

“making it up to you, yanno, for whatever it is you think you’re mad at us for.” denki hums, slender fingers snapping the silken waistband of your cotton panties against your tummy, toying with the little bow as if you soothe you when you flinch back into his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “we wanna do better.”

you wanna fuck me, is the reality behind the blonde’s words— you hate yourself for not hating the fact.

calloused, but only just, thumbs rub over your pebbled nipples from under the shirt that you wear— sero grinning at the light gasps painting your lips in response to his touches. “how about it, sweetheart, you’ll let us ‘pologise properly?”

you should say no, you should do what you came here to do and put the two idols into place— stand up for all the people who had lost their jobs for sleeping with and being catcalled by the black and blonde duet. but you can’t, because the way they touch you is intoxicating— filling your mind delusions of pleasure, the ones that haunted you at night. so you give in, making said delusions your reality.

“uhuh…please…” you admit to them, to yourself and finally give in.

it’s like something in the air has snapped, as within an instant, kaminari’s fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties— pinching and toying with your folds while you get wetter and wetter, sero lifting your shirt over your head to take a nipple into his hot mouth. “ohh, shit, baby. you’re this fuckin’ wet already?” kaminari sniggers, highly entertained, before kissing and biting at your neck, fingertips gliding over your clit, pulling out of your clothes to show you the clear strings of slick that connect his digits as he scissors them. “just think…” he goes on to say, slapping a palm over your clothed pulsing sex before he returns his fingers back to your panties, rubbing one out on your swelling clit. “if you hadn't been so mean to us before, we could have been doing this a lot sooner.”

“m-me? mean?” you gasp, feeling hanta bite down on your right breast, his free hand roughly grasping the other as though not to leave it unattended. he too laughs against the expanse of your skin, goosebumps rising across it, and his lips map their way along one shoulder. “‘m sorry,” you’re too flustered to think why, dopamine and sex hormones dancing through your veins, fogging your mind of all clarity.

“fuck kami, she doesn’t even know what she’s sorry for.” the dark haired idol groans into your flesh as his tongue slides underneath the swell of your breast, painting you with a layer of drool. “bet she’ll say anythin’ for us to keep touching her up, fuck her, maybe…” his words are foul, vulgar but make your entire body tremble in the electric blonde’s hold, his strong arms keeping you up while he teases the length of your slit and gathers your juices to rub into your nub, pulling back the hood for maximum sensitivity. “how’s that sound sweetheart, you want us to fuck you?”

your mouth wills you to speak, but it’s filled with cotton and the only sounds that escape you are shaky mewls and squeaks. kaminari eases two digits past your fluttering entrance, thrusting them in tune with the rabid licks hanta gives to your sensitive chest— he lets his hand join his band mate’s, stimulating your puffy clit and filling the air with a tune of lewd squelches and slurps.

“look at you, cutie, you can’t even speak…guess we’ll just have to make the decision for you, yeah?” kaminari is condescending in a way that lights the fire of lust deep within you— curling his digits to graze that spongy spot that makes you see stars while your viscous juices drip into the seat of his palm. when he hits your g-spot, you spasm between the two idols— gripping onto sero’s shoulder to steady yourself.

“fuck, that’s cute.” sero hums, looking up at you with his pupils blown so wide they swallow the colour of his eyes. “i wanna make her cum denks, i think she’s close.”

with newfound vigour, denki speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of you— licking a hot stripe along your neck and just behind your ear. “c’mon, you heard him. let’s cum for han, sweetheart.” the idol dancer goads you with sly words that send shivers down your spine, while pleasure stacks like sturdy bricks inside of you. he strokes you into the shape of him, hanta rolls your clit to his heart’s content making your arousal gather in your pussy lips and tainting the air with the blossoming scent of you.

“she’s clenching so fuckin’ hard around my fingers, shit. you’re so fucking tight, god.”

they still act like you don’t exist, like you’re some toy, and that somehow makes everything hotter “oh my god—f-fuck, k-kami! sero—!“ your needy whimper bounces off of the glass mirrors, the grip you have on hanta’s shoulder tightening, nails forming crescent moons against his manuka honey skin even from over his shirt.

“gotta stretch her out, denks, c’mere, scissor your fingers a bit.” sero instructs, and you feel hot all over with both of their hands stuffed down your pants. kaminari does as he says, scissoring his two digits to prepare you for later, his cock and chest swelling with pride when you flutter around him and throw your head back. “that’s it sweets, oh you’re so close aren’t you? you gonna cum? ‘n so soon too.”

sinner’s smiles pull at amused lips when your body gives in, and ecstasy mounts along with the urge to close your trembling thighs around the two large hands that control your pleasure. “c-can’t…hold it!” you squeak, gaze honed in on the movement beneath your clothes, fingers pumping in and out of your sticky cunt and drawing shapes over your equally messy clit.

“let go for us then, sweetheart,” kaminari purrs, sucking on your pulse point, until a silent scream rips through your chest— the stacked bricks of delight tumbling down as if it had been knocked over by a sledgehammer. your release shoots out of you, drooling from your sweet pussy that blossoms like a flower in spring for the boys. clear streams squirt from your puffy sex, soiling your sweats but you’re too fucked out to care, letting it slide down the length of your slit and drop down your thighs. neither sero or kaminari slow their fingers through your high, obsessed with how much you gush, unspoken praises spelled out onto your clit until it’s raw.

“it’s too much… oh— please!” shaking, you let the boys guide you through your release and collapse into them.

“it’s too much? poor baby…that’s it, such a pretty little squirter, huh?” soft coos fall upon your ears as you finally come back down to earth— blinking away the white that flashed behind your eyes when you came. “we’re not done with you yet, though baby.” you recognise its sero who’s speaking, his voice thick with lust and more timbre than you remember. “turn around, put your hands on the bar baby. kami, i wanna see her do that again.”

“fuck yes, you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin?”

with a tremor in your legs, you somehow manage to make it to the mirrors, gripping onto the bar tightly while you regain your breath— a pair of keen lips bite and kiss their way down your spine, hands belonging to another yank your your pants and undies down in one go and grab at the flesh of your ass cheeks and peels them apart despite the slick that keeps them together. both kaminari and sero sink to their knees behind you, their sharp teeth barely piercing your skin as they spread you apart by your shaky thighs and it’s only then, when you feel hot breath against your abused and leaky mound, that you realise what’s going on.

“w-what are you doing?” the whimper bubbles up on your lips as your tongue darts out to wet them, throat running dry in anticipation.

kaminari pulls at your left cheek, a groan taking root like a sturdy tree deep in his chest before he sets his sights on the way your pussy glistens under the artificial yellow light— pulsing around nothing, sending droplets of your arousal to the floor. “han had this great idea…t’eat you out,” he says as if he’s in awe, as if your clenching cunt is the first one he’s ever seen in his life. “we wanna tongue fuck you sweetheart. both wanna taste you…”

the blonde shoves his nose against your sex like a crazed animal, the tip nudging against your swollen and prominent clit and he takes a nasty, dirty sniff of your scent. “god yes, please—you can…you can do anything you want,” you plead weakly, words lost on you as heat begins to prickle under your skin like a thousand tiny needles and you press your face into the cool glass mirror to help you cool down. you feel kaminari smirking into the heat between your shining thighs just before his tongue slowly rolls upwards to gather the taste of you spread across the length of your slit— he groans deep, sucking up your juices greedily before hanta yanks him away by electric blonde locks, making him squirm desperately.

“he wasn’t asking you sweetheart, you don’t get to make the decisions here, remember?” sero murmurs cruelly, and you can practically taste the smirk painted across his watermelon glossed lips. “you’re not in charge right now, you know that, silly.” as if to patronise you, he leans in real close and drags his tongue in slow shapes over your clit before fully slotting his mouth against your aroused core, letting go of kaminari to hold your hips still in the process.

“you gotta fuckin’…share with me hanta,” the blonde gripes, watching best friend languidly slip his tongue into your tiny squelching hole— pushing the pink tip up against the pleasure spots along your ribbed walls. hormones waft into the air, fizzling and rattling against each other with increased kinetic energy the faster sero pumps his tongue in and out of you, causing kaminari’s dick to swell painfully and a rush of a arousal to flood his veins. he prods at the dark haired idol, damn near shoves him to get a taste of you too. “y’so wet baby, fuck you’re so wet, ‘mmgod, taste so fuckin’ good.” he rasps, huskiness etched into his tone. kaminari lays his tongue flat against your clit, grinding his words against it until fat droplets of your arousal gather between your fattened folds.

your hands slam against the mirrors as you struggle to keep your composure at how eager and desperate these two tongues are to pleasure you. between them— you have no escape, forced to submit and succumb to the sinful hold they have over you, dragging you to the depths of hell. you can’t find it in you to give a fuck about your careeer when you’re drowning in ecstasy. there’s not an ounce of control you have over your body, biological instinct coaxing you into fucking yourself back onto kaminari and sero’s hungry tongues, writhing against them as sero forces globes of his spit into your tight cunt and fucks up your gushing walls.

sweat and pheromones, expelled by your salacious and slippery sex taint the air of the practice room— acting almost like an aphrodisiac with the way the boys fight over you with their sloppy, saliva coated tongues, their brains heavy with an addictive type of lust. every time they brush over one another, their whines send vibrations through your body, have your thighs quivering and threaten to give up on you. that’s how good it fucking feels. like they’re making out on your sweet pussy.

“h-‘m gonna c-cum,” you all but sob, clenching down on hanta’s tongue as he licks into you— barely being able to breathe between him and kaminari who giggles messily at the pout on your lips when you turn back to look at them. they switch places, hanta licking a long stripe up to your clit and denki indulging in your tight hole.

“yeah? oh shit— yeah baby? gonna cream in our mouths like a dirty. fuckin’. slut.” sero punctuates his words with heavy spanks down on your juicy ass, the sound echoing throughout the empty room while he looks up at you through his long dark lashes with a face painted with so much of your arousal, he looks like a messy eater. you squeeze down on kaminari eagerly, tears brewing in your eyes, chest heaving and tongue rolling out of your noisy mouth. “atta girl sweetheart! show us your pretty face, work for that orgasm, hm?” hanta coaxes you towards your high, replacing his tongue with his fingers to trace his name onto your clit once move, using a free hand to pull your ass back onto his bandmate’s eager mouth. “there we. fuckin’. go!”

kaminari pulls back for only a moment, spitting on your clit and watching it run down your core, catching it with the tip of his pink tongue before it hits your thighs. “hmygod, sero keep talkin’ to her like that, she clenches so good when you do. she wants to cum so bad. poor baby!” the blonde whines like he’s the one being fucked to high heaven, slapping your clit with three fingers between sero rubbing you off, gasping for air between kitten licking your core.

“k-kami—! sero, ‘m gonna…‘m gonna— oh fuck!”

your body and muscles burn from throwing it back onto them, limbs shaking and your throat is raw from all the squeaks and squeals and mewls you let out— the knots in your stomach unravel the closer you get and before you know it, you’re cumming for a second time. “that’s it, good girl. good girl,” your soul feels like it’s on fire, incinerating you from the inside out as they hotly press into you with rapid tongues and skilled fingers as kaminari swallows all of your release. sero joining him to get a taste of you too.

they slow their roll as you come back down, white noise fizzing in your ears and once more you’re rendered useless while they position you to how they like it. “you here with us baby?” you hear sero ask once you’ve come to, his molten chest pressed into your sweaty back and his hands wrapped around your thighs.

blinking twice, you look up to see kaminari, golden irises darkened with lust and his head cocked to the side, menacing grin on his lips. “there she is, almost had us worried for a second cutie,” he talks to you through a pout, his hands on your ass and you realise they’re holding you up between them. “throw your arms around my neck cutie, legs around my waist too. we’re gonna fuck you now, kay?”

“b-but i— i’m sensitive, i don’t think i can…” you shake your head in slight protest, but your body betrays you and you can feel your selfish cunt slicking up again at the thought of being filled by the two mischievous idols. you do as you're told, locking your thighs at the slope of kaminari’s slender waist, arms linking behind his head as well. their clothes are gone too.

“don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t, my dick’s been aching for this sweetheart,” denki grunts harshly, and your gaze drops to where his dick stands tall and pretty between you, mushroomed tip leaking against your soft tummy, blue-ish veins wrapping around the length of him. “you’re the one who caused this mess, dragged us here…”

you can feel hanta against your ass too, grinding into you slowly— a little shorter than kaminari but curved so deliciously you’re practically gargling at the thought of him being inside you. “don’t be mean denks, after all this is about making it up to her, yeah?” he groans, still not listening to your wishes as his hand slips between your bodies to tap his searing hot cockhead against your abused clit. “ain’t that right baby? you’re gonna take it though, right? it’s the least you could do for us after being so mean… after we let you get away with it and cum too.” he says, and you seize up as sero bullies his way inside of you slowly like he knows he’s too thick for your tiny cunt. “fuck baby, so tight… ‘n after all we did to open you up too…”

“han…you in yet? i wanna fuck her…please,” kaminari sounds like he’s close to begging, his voice trembling, forehead pressed against yours while his friend pushes himself deeper and deeper into your silken walls. you feel almost bad, whimpering a breath’s width away from his lips and reaching out to palm his throbbing length, thumb gliding over his burning tip and rubbing drops of precum into it as if to ease the pain. “ooh, okay, good girl. play with me a little, just like that.”

hanta tries again, brows furrowed as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and peels his sweaty chest from your back, pulling his cockhead from the snugness of your drooling cunt before thrusting up— forcing himself past your greedy entrance as it clenches down on every inch of hanta that fills you up. “holy shit, i’m…god fuck you’re tight. ‘m in kami, jesus you wanna feel her.” he chokes on his saliva, pacifying himself by marking up your shoulder and neck.

a wet and shaky sigh lies on the seam of your lips while hanta’s milky tip brushes along your insides and you clench at the delicious twinge of pain you get from him stretching you out. “ease up baby, he won’t be able to fit if you clamp down like that,” sero coos, you nod and press your face into kaminari’s neck— biting down on his milky flesh when he presses up hotly alongside sero, grinding his sex against you both before finally pushing in.

“christ, you’re so warm,” kaminari finally speaks, holding you tight while you adjust to the burn of both of their cocks filling your cunt. he slurs over the weight of the saliva sitting heavy on his tongue— your insides already being churned up by the pressure of two dicks pressing close to your cervix. “not gonna last long…gotta fuck you, make you feel it.” the blonde sets a steady pace to his hips as they pump his cock up into you, and it’s like you’re so full that you can practically feel him in your throat. your breathing is ragged, face burning as you cry out and dig your nails into denki’s shoulders, slowly beginning to use him as leverage to fuck yourself down onto him.

when denki pushes in, hanta pulls out, the stream and sensual rolls forming orgasmic knots in your lower tummy— the blonde’s pelvis smooshed right up against your sensitive pleasure nub. they’re girthy, fighting your selfish cunt to pull out as your fall into a tune of slippery and creamy sex. you let out small, teary bleats each time they fuck up into you, the salacious song telling so much more than tunes of lust while the boys overwhelm every single one of your senses. none of it is enough, despite how full you are, despite how they fuck you at growing pace, taking turns to churn up your sloppy insides and fill you with an endless supply of pleasure.

you need more.

you need them.

“kiss me,” you growl to denki, bright lust coursing through your veins and he almost misses your words with the way your skin slaps against one another loudly, creating a tune along with the harmonised moans of the three of you. “kami—“ you warn as your voice rises an octave, but he cuts you off, pressing his spit slicked lips against your own and you moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. the idol licks harshly into your mouth, rolling his tongue over your own as if to fuck you like he was with your cunt. it’s messy, dirty, and strings of saliva connect you both when the need for oxygen finally makes you pull apart.

his cheeks are flushed, bright but you don’t get to admire his fucked out face for long— not with sero pulling you by the chin to face him, “don’t go leavin’ me out, princess.” he coos huskily, a lazy smile on his lips before he surges forward to kiss you too, invading your mouth with everything that he has to give you. a feather light touch, also belonging to the dark haired idol, drifts up to your chest again, tweaking your puffy nipples between your body and kaminari’s, just so he can hear you cry out. sweat drips from your forehead in obtuse beads, arousal from your ravaged cunt as it’s pounded and played with by two deliciously hot cocks, and kaminari is quick to lick up the trace of sweat and tears that glides down your baby fat cheeks.

you see it now, why anyone would quit their job after being fucked from hell to heaven by the pair of idols— especially when they’ve seen you at your filthiest and most pathetic, but you don’t see yourself giving this up either. not with the way sero and kaminari tear your cunt apart, plunging as deep as they can go, taking turns to paint your insides with the seed that dribbles from their aching tips— piecing you back together with hot and wet kisses and touches that make you see god while your pussy swallows not one, but two perfect cock’s whole. hanta’s curves just right, never leaving your g-spot, not giving you room to breathe.

“don’t stop— don’t you dare fuckin’, s-stop!” you squeal like a little lamb being sent to the slaughter house, kaminari’s veiny hands roughly gripping your ass to bounce you up and down on their two cocks. it’s pathetic how they’ve reduced you to begging, humiliating at most but you don’t want anything less than to be fucked like this, shamelessly, messily with crude mixes of yours and the boys’ arousal painting your skin and slapping to the floor. “oh god!” you cry, early release streaming from your cunt but you don’t dare to stop even them.

“this is my favourite part,” kaminari huffs lewdly, hips moving impossibly faster than they were before— splitting you open on his dick, spelling his name across your insides like he’s signing something away for a fan. “watchin’ em break— you break so pretty for us darlin’, you like being a mess on my dick?” he coos selfishly, balls heavy with a load of cum just for you smacking your against your ass and hanta’s on your cunt. the scent of sex hangs in the air, clinging onto the moans that fill it too. some of them spell the syllables of your name, others are curse words thick with a craving for you and only you.

sero tuts from behind you, “our dicks,” he chides kaminari but his voice sounds broken, tight as he takes you over and over again— a bruising grip on all inches of your body. your waist, your thighs, your neck as he pulls you back to kiss him once more. he makes both you and kaminari a mess, who trembles against your front every time the taller idol fucks up into you. “‘minari, fuck…can feel you every time you thrust into her…shit, you’re so good. she’s so good, aren’t you baby? makin’ it up to us so well.” he chokes on his words like you choke his cock, feeling them both slide against your walls in unison.

their thrusts become irregular, less rhythmic as they push whatever leaks from their tips further and further into your cunt, right up against that pretty cervix of yours. all that dance pays off, both boys making good use of their built up stamina to pound away at your pleasure spot and make you see stars. “oh shit…fuck this cock, fuck it sweetheart,” kaminari damn near wails, lifting and dropping you down onto their throbbing lengths to suit their own needs. “han… ‘m close, don’t think…” his face pushes into your neck, addressing you next. “baby, don’t think i can hold it off.”

“hold it kaminari.” hanta warns, fumbling between your bodies and salt licked limbs to find your clit, desperate not to leave you behind as his own orgasm creeps up on him too. “we gotta, oh man, we gotta make her cum too..” the fact that they throb against one anotherwithin your pulsating walls only serves to drive the three of you insane— pussy frothing and papping, their precum painting your puffy folds, smoothing right over your clit and creating a messy ring around the base of their shafts, liquid lust and thick white oozing down their balls.

“fuck making her cum,” the electric blonde idol heaves, rutting into you at a pace that chases his own high. “if she thinks we’re mean, that—god… we’ve been picking on her; then we can be mean..we’ll be mean baby. ‘mma fill you up. see who’s mean then.” kaminari rambles the closer he gets, fucking you faster to the point where both you and hanta can’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back, limbs weakening and threatening to give up on you. you don’t want this to be over, don��t want to be left behind and desperately jut your hips down on the boys so you can cum too. your sexes move together like a passionate and sensual dance, sick and lewd and leaving you right on the edge.

sero tries so hard to hold back, but with kaminari controlling the pace the world falls away all too fast— he pulls out, ripping your high away from you as he crashes and burns, painting your sticky thighs with white, tapping his tip against your tummy as he calms down. hanta soon follows, shooting his load against the curve of your ass as he shudders, choked moans painted into your skin.

as the boys come down, part of you feels used— your sex raw and over stretched and your tummy heavy with the need for release. they’ve left you hanging, used you for their fun, left your empty.

and you’re absolutely furious.

sero let’s go of your thighs, gently dropping you to the floor as kaminari searches for the clothes they discarded earlier. “who the fuck said i was done?” you snarl, voice hoarse from how much you’d moaned for them. you grab hanta by the shoulders, forcing him down on his knees (only able to since he’s taken by surprise)— you shift your hands to the roots of his obsidian hair, dragging the idol to your heated core. “you’re gonna make me cum, don’t think for a second…that you were gonna leave me hanging.”

there’s something about the way you switch, that keeps sero in place— eyes glazing over again as he nods his head, smoothing over your thighs as his mouth finds your cunt once more, lips sucking around your clit in obedience. he whines as you tug on his hair tightly, pushing your face down against his tongue as it builds up a slow and steady pace, tasting himself smeared between your folds. “‘m sorry,” hanta mumbles between sucking on your pussy lips and wrapping his arms around your hips to keep you down on his face. “wanted to make you cum, wanted t’taste you again, but kami—“

you forget that the dark haired idol has a tongue that works magic like the gods, how fast he’d been able to bring you to orgasm earlier with it but you steel yourself, gripping the dance bar as you coo down sero. “you’re sorry now? sorry that you couldn’t make a girl cum? must happen often. poor baby.” your words are mean, fuelled by the anger you feel, by the dull ache in your core from the loss of your orgasm— you want that back, you want the pathetic excuse of a man between your thighs to bring you there and finally teach him a lesson. let him know that you’re not just some toy to mess around with. “y-you’re embarrassing, really.” and it is, for hanta with his reputation for fucking to be brought to his knees just by one look from you. even so, he’s still fucking good with his mouth.

rocking your hips across his face, you cast your eyes to where kaminari stands— having given up on searching for his clothes at the sight of you riding his bandmate’s face. “you gonna jus’ stand there and watch? or should i tell everyone you’re going to fuck over how useless your dick really is?” the threat makes his face crumple but his cock twitch alive once more. could it be from humiliation? the way you fuck yourself down on sero’s tongue like you own it? he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care— gravitating over to your bodies and wrapping himself behind you once more. “that’s a good boy kami. make yourself useful.”

maybe todoroki’s right, maybe they do like when you talk down on them.

his breath is hot against your shoulders, littered with love bites and bruises from how roughly the boys had taken you earlier but you can tell that the blonde is hesitant to touch you— shy, almost, from where you’ve talked down on him. with one hand in hanta’s hair, you use the other to pinch kaminari by his slender waist and drag him closer. “h-how do you want me?” he asks, the gold in his eyes sparkling as he watches sero’s pink tongue peek out to flick against your swollen clit, slurping up your juices loudly, keenly like there’s no tomorrow.

letting your head fall back against his shoulder, throaty moan escapes you— drawn out as hanta uses the tip of his tongue to circle your hole, mewling against your mound until the vibrations making your body seize up. “use that sorry excuse of a cock of yours yeah? help han out with actually making me finish.” it’s like you’re scolding him, the expression written in your darkened eyes read a mix of neediness and disappointment, making the blonde flush red. he fumbles with his half hard cock, slapping it against your ass cheeks with a wet whimper from the sensitivity.

both of you hiss as he pushes into you for the second time that morning, cheek pressed against your back enough for you to feel kaminari trembling, his tip dragging against your inner walls. it won’t take him much to get you to your high, between fucking you from behind and sero lapping at the juices beginning to gather where you and kaminari join. “how are you still this tight?” he states more than he asks, lifting one of your legs over hanta’s shoulders as he bottoms out inside of you with ease— guided by the precum and sweet nectar that drips out of you. “g-god i don’t think i can—“

“i don’t care—“ you huff, gripping onto golden blonde roots, rolling your hips back onto kaminari’s with fever— twitching when he hits that spot that has dopamine crashing in waves across your brain. “i don’t care, just…do what you’re s’pposed to be good at—! shit,” he does as he’s told, building up a solid pace to match the way hanta eats you out, licking from the tip of his bandmate’s cock to your clit. whatever the dark haired idol spits onto your cute cunt, the blonde is sure to fuck back into you— like an easy push and pull that has you hiccupping and struggling to keep a grip on reality.

“can taste you ‘minari, you’re fuckin’ leaking all over her, you both taste so good together…” sero gasps, gripping onto your thighs and angling his head up as his best friend bends you further to hit deeper, bullying his way through your insides once again.

they know your body by now, kaminari gripping onto sero’s to keep his hot mouth against your gushing mound every time he pulls out— making sure you’re constantly stimulated, dragging you by the ankles to the high they’d ripped away from you. “p-please tell me you’re close, fuck, can feel you clampin’ please tell me you’re there, need you there.” kaminari near sobs into your ear, the stimulation becoming too much for him, heavy balls pounding against your ass and filling the musky air with the clap of skin on skin once more. “focus on her clit hanta, need her to cum f’me.”

you can feel the pleasure mounting, rebuilding the orgasm that you’d lost earlier and your back arches— thighs nearly suffocating the poor idol between your legs who alternates between suckling on your clit and licking at the ring of precum around kaminari’s cock as it slides past your entrance and a blinding pace. they’ve made their mark on your body, you don’t think you can go back to just anyone else after them— despite how much you want to hate them for making you feel this good. the first gushes of your release floods hanta’s mouth, pretty and milky droplets spreading a candied flavour across his tongue, only driving him to tongue fuck you faster, wild signatures of his name written into your folds with his cheeky pink tongue.

“denks, she’s right there— faster,” he pleads, hungry for more of you.

you find that denki is good at following orders when he’s just as needy as the rest of you, grabbing at your ass and pulling you straight back onto his red, iron hot girth— to the point where he’s barely pulling out any more, the mix of your arousal and his precum splashing back against his tummy. “oh fuck!” you squeal, clawing at whatever and whoever you can reach. “r-right there d-denki! right fucking there—!”

“oh fuck, oh fuck— oh fuck! ‘m right behind you, let go— please, just fucking cum.” he chants, using the last of his energy to pound away at you until screams tear in both of your throats, the lust in your lungs finally fizzing away as you finally cum together. it’s like a blinding light behind your eyes, your body collapsing into the boys while kaminari’s load floods your womb— your tummy unravels with him, toes curling as your release splashes to the floor and into sero’s mouth, painting kaminari’s cock too.

sero catches you as your legs give out, holding you to his chest on the floor while the three of you pant to catch your breath. “holy shit…i think i just came in my pants,” the dark haired dancer laughs, looking down at you with softer eyes as a content smile pulls on your lips. “y-you okay? we were a little rough with you, plus we left you hanging…”

“yeah, and you’re not doing that shit again.” you mumble, exhaustion settling in your sore limbs and your voice. “next time you’re mad at me for rightfully embarrassing you, don’t try to fuck me away from my job. it’s not gonna work.”

kaminari slides behind you to join your pile of limbs, resting his face on your back again. “next time? like…you’re not gonna snitch to hawks ‘n quit your job?” he asks nervously, sharing a look with hanta.

“nah, if you keep dicking me down like this and take me on a few dates. i might be able to keep quiet while working with ya.”

relief floods their faces, and surprisingly, they pepper your face with kisses— followed by apologises for the way they treated you, though the two idols will have to do more than just fuck you good to make it up to you. details of what you’ll be in the future are saved for later, the three of you scrambling to cover up when you hear voices approaching the dedicated XHEROEZ practice room.

“i don’t fuckin’ care if those two dumbasses are late for practice, i ain’t responsible for them!”

“i mean…kinda are bakugou, you are the group leader, man.”

“he has a point—“

“shut the fuck up, half ‘n half. don’t piss me off.”

“jeez bakugou, don’t be so cranky.”

“you want summa this, shitty hair?”

“will you guys behave? it’s too early for this.”

“sorry midoriya—“ the boys chorus, pushing open the door with sleep in their eyes, still not having noticed the messy scene played out in front of them. “yo… it smells kinda, funky in here…” kirishima frowns, still struggling to get his duffle back through the door.

“oh you’re fucking kidding me!” bakugou groans, his curse words ringing through the entire room as a grossed out look crosses his face. “i swear to fuck, none of you dipshits ever listen to me!” he pinches the bridge of his nose, flashbacks to todoroki and his partner in NYC invading his memory— making him gag. “why am i always the one walking in on you guys fucking?”

the other boys’ face’s flush red and you wave at them from between kaminari and sero. “h-hey! it was all consensual this time! not that it wasn’t before! but it’s all good! she won’t quit on us like the others!” denki scrambles for an excuse, waving hus hands about the place.

“denki stop moving around like that, i can see your dick.” todoroki laughs, averting his eyes. midoriya and kirishima mumble in agreement.

“nothing you haven’t seen before—“

“—don’t tell hawks. please.” sero pleads and cuts the blonde off, scratching the back of his neck.

“whatever, just put some fucking clothes on for christ’s sake, and get us a new practice room— ‘m not dancing in a room that smells like your nut.” bakugou scolds, abruptly exciting the practice room with a tired and mildly disturbed face— the other XHEROEZ members following suit.

in the end, you stay the designated choreographer for the group— your relationship with both idol dancers begrudgingly approved by hawks (he catches wind of it when noise complaints are made about their practice room). you keep the boys on a tight leash, having them work hard to see them up on stage again, especially kaminari and sero. bakugou jokes that you have them trained like dogs but little does he know how much you have them wrapped around your fingers.

only you know how much discipline your two little dancers really have.

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★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk.

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins.

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon.

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school.

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow.

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

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wildandsmile · 8 months

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❖─✦『✙ Popsicle ✙』✦─❖

Summary : Bakusqaud reacting to reader licking a popsicle in front of them

Tw: N/A

Kinks: Fingering, Growling,Exhibitionism,Breeding, Cream-pie, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v) , Oral (F and M reviving) and Rough sex

Wc: 1.5k

An: Happy Day 8 of Kinktober (srry guys I didn’t know Denki and Mina weren’t showing but don’t worry I fixed it)

Enjoy!

Bakugou

He does his best to avoid glancing at you while you tease the tip of your popsicle with your tongue, resisting the urge to stare.

You'll catch him sneakin' glances at you, and being the sweet girlfriend you are, you try to share a little bit with him but he always huffed at you and said no.

Eventually, he'll be like, "Hurry up and just eat it up! You're making a mess in my room," or some kinda lame excuse.

But what totally drove him wild was when you began licking the bottom of the popsicle, all the while getting your hands all sticky and sweet.

Sometimes, when you felt bold, you'd let out a soft little moan or two when the melting popsicle grazed your skin.

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" Bakugou asked as he pinned you to the bed, his knee pressing into your clothed cunt. "What are you talking about?" you ask, but your words are cut short when you feel his teeth sink deep into your neck. You could feel his hot tongue lap at the bite mark he'd just created, and as he growled into your neck, he said, "You know exactly what I'm talking about." You tried to pull away, but were stopped by Bakugou's hard hands pinning you firmly into the bed. "O there's no getting out of this one slut, you teased me all damn day with that popsicle now it's my turn" he says as he slips his hand to the hem of your pants, he pulls them down. He then rubs his hands over your clothed cunt, creating a wet spot to appear on the middle of your panties. Bakugou simply glances at you with a broad grin before saying. "I can't wait to turn this little cunt and your brain to mush."

Kirishima

Kirishima never beat around the bush when it came to his feelings and desires for you.

As he spotted you, looking all sultry, fanning yourself and sensually licking a popsicle, he couldn't resist but saunter over to your irresistible allure.

Approaching you, he locked eyes and whispered the most jaw-dropping words you could ever dream of.

He didn't hold back, his voice echoing loud and clear, making you wonder if the whole world could hear the daring words he spoke.

"I wouldn't mind you sucking my cock like that pretty girl"

And that's how you ended up on your knees in an alleyway with Kirishima in front of you. As he unbuckled his belt, liberating his cock from the confines of his jeans, he gazed down at you and you stared up at him. When you removed it, it flopped around aggressively in your face, his tip crimson and oozing with cumin. "Suck." You leaned closer, shyly licking the tip of his cock. You gathered all the cum that was dripping off of it before putting it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. He gasped and gripped your hair, driving more of his cock into your wet lips. You gagged him, and he whimpered, his hips sputtering. You gave him as much pleasure as you could, pressing your tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. "Fuck, baby I could do this all day" . He groaned, taking laborious breaths and occasionally grunting. After a while, he began pushing into your mouth, utilizing you as a pleasure hole. Your filthy moans and gagging just encouraged him to fuck your face, slamming his cock into your throat with each vicious thrust. He thrust around five more times before stopping and holding your head down, forcing you to deepthroat him. He kept his dick in your throat for seven seconds before pulling it out. You quickly gulped for air, drawing it greedily into your lungs. "Fuck... that's good girl." You did an excellent job for me, princess. “Now turn around and let Daddy take real good care of you”

Sero

Sero often tiptoed into the mischievous realm, occasionally feigning innocence, but you saw through his act like an open book.

While you were visiting his place on a scorching summer day, savoring your popsicle, you couldn't help but notice Sero's gaze shifting from you to your icy treat.

At that instant, you could read his thoughts plain as day; it was written all over his expression. So, feeling mischievous, you decided to playfully tease him.

Before long, you found yourself toying with your popsicle, running your tongue along its edges and sensually swirling the tip, all while locking eyes with him.

You could sense that it was driving Sero wild because soon enough, you both ended up in Sero's room, your clothes nowhere in sight, and the popsicle forgotten somewhere along the way.

You couldn't run away from his teasing hold since your legs were resting on his shoulders."It's time for your punishment Mi Amor ," Sero says, pressing his lips into your wet folds and licking lengthy laps with his tongue, causing your legs to close and your lips to separate, prompting you to groan uncontrollably. He was soon caressing your puffy clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers softly worked with your slicked folds. "You like that, don't you Mi Amor, you like when I fuck dumb on my tongue, don't you?" Sero says as he inserts his tongue deep into your cunt curving it in just the right area to curl your toes and have you seeing stars. You tried to push yourself away from Sero as you felt a knot in your stomach, but he stopped you with one sharp smack to the ass, causing the knot to come undone. "That's right, Mi Amor, you take your punishment and enjoy it," Sero stated as he slowly licked up your juices before drawing you in for a sloppy kiss that had you clinging to him even tighter."Come on Mi Amor we're not done yet"

Denki

Much like Sero, Denki had a penchant for mischief, and when I say mischief, I mean the naughty kind.

The moment his eyes caught you indulging in your popsicle, his mind went into overdrive, racing with impure thoughts.

"Hey, Spark, why don't you come on over here and taste my sweet treat ?" He'd say, flashing the most mischievous grin.

Even after you finished your popsicle, the barrage of suggestive comments from him didn't cease.

Before long, you were ensnared in his devious little game.

Denki claimed he was finished with all his jokes when you threatened to give him the silent treatment, which he began begging and imploring you not to do, and you forgave him after a couple of butterfly kisses and mild shoulder massage. What you didn't expect was him softly massaging your breast, leading you to let out a small gasp as you struggled to rise up, knowing where this was going. But just as you try to walk, Denki stops you and says, "Come on Spark, let me make it up to you please." His pepper kiss was like a drug, making your legs twitch and leaving a wet spot in your panties.You soon found yourself on the couch, your legs wrapped around Denki's waist, your claws crawling at his back as he pumps himself in and out of your overstimulation cunt you can't remember how many times you cum. Because every time he thrust his cock into you, your toes curled and your mind went blank; the only word you could fully form was "Feel so full," which only made Denki's cock harden; he didn't care if there was a white ring around the base of his cock or if you almost looked pregnant; all he cared about was emptying everything he had into you. "Fuck you feel so good can't wait to see are children"

Mina

Unlike the guys, Mina didn't really mind how you enjoyed your popsicle, as long as you didn't make a mess.

Well, at least she didn't mind, until a few days ago.

On a scorching day, the two of you ventured out for ice cream, simply trying to enjoy the moment.

Just as Mina joined you, her ice cream cone in hand, she caught sight of you licking your popsicle, and she couldn't help but think you looked adorable.

It was only when she glanced around and noticed a group of guys ogling you that her frustration started to bubble up.

And that's how you ended up in a bathroom stall, clutching the door for dear life as Mina ripped orgams from you. She knew your body so well that it didn't take long for her to have you wrapped in her arms like jelly. "You're doing such a good job for me, princess," she adds as she presses her fingers against your sweet spot, prompting you to sigh softly. "Come on princess, let those boys hear who owns this body," she adds as she extends another finger, making you feel much more stretched out than before, but just as you were about to come undone, she stops, leading you to turn around and look at her. "I think they know your my cute little princess now so let's hurry home so mommy can make you feel real good," Mina says as she licks her hands clean, not letting a single drop of your juice fall to the floor. You turned away from her, embarrassed that you'd have to walk back outside, but Mina grabbed your arm and dragged you through the store, flicking off every customer who looked your way.

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malereadermaniac · 4 months

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Barrack bunny ~ BNHA guys x Bottom Male Reader

Military AU Characters: Bakugo, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Hawks Art Credit: KADEART (Hawks) - couldn't find artistis for the other 2 nsfw! minors dni & fem readers dni!

In an all men's unit, within which all of the guys worked out constantly and looked the part, you were different

You were evidently gay, something which is thankfully accepted nowadays

But most of the guys took a liking to you despite you out-ly being gay - something still slightly frowned upon in the army

You weren't annoying and you did your job, but you were nice to everyone and would always check in on guys when they looked down

But the thing that your peers noticed the most was the fact that you were the dictionary definition of a barrack bunny

Not that any of them were complaining about it - they were all young men around their 20s which still had hormones and needs

It just became tricky when most of the guys took a liking to you which was further than a sexual one

Katsuki Bakugo

The man was practically made for the military - he follows orders to a tee and sticks to the set routine

Bakugo is serious about his role in the army, even if he is in the lowest rank there is

He takes training seriously, which is very evident when you take a look at his body - he looks like he was sculpted by a god

The blonde's pecs and abs were chiseled as hell and his back was massive just like his arms

The way Katsuki carries himself just exudes confidence - and holy fuck he just looks right with a rifle in his arms

Bakugo had noticed you around, you did stick out like a sore thumb at the end of the day

The blonde really did take a liking to you, despite not really showing it

He would subconsciously look out for you on the field and would blush whenever you helped patch him up

And whenever the explosive man would need to release some steam, you were always there for him

Katsuki had never questioned his sexuality - he'd always thought of himself as straight

But hey, the army brings out parts of men that they didn't know they had

Whenever Katsuki wanted you- no rather he needed you, the blonde would walk over to your bed and knock on the frame three times

A small signal he'd established with you to let you know he needed to feel you around him

You would then tip-toe over to somewhere quiet and go at it like bunnies - just like your nickname suggested

You'd always found Katsuki at his hottest in his uniform, so he made an effort to wear it most of the time when fucking your brains out

He looked so good, maneuvering your body and making you do exactly what he wanted while in uniform

The muscular man also would go fully out when fucking, a dominating and sadistic persona coming out of him - to your utmost of pleasure

Katsuki would make you worship his body toe to head (literally)

The man would make you kiss his boots, make you take them off and kiss his feet before letting you move up all along his body

The blonde would make you choke on his veiny, sweaty dick, his bushy pubes stuffing your nose and limiting the already little oxygen you were receiving

Bakugo loved having power over you, so most of the time he'd let you put in little to no effort while he ruined you

Katsuki covers your body in his own unique marks while he pounds into you

He forces you to kiss him and his body while he drills his dick into your prostate

By the end of the night, you've both came twice and half the barrack is awake - but neither of you could care less

The two of you were like a perfect match, affectionately and sexually - so it made things complicated when Bakugo began wanting you to himself

The built blonde started showing his affection towards you more publicly

Katsuki would also be more brutal during training, shooting glares at his peers which are also frequent visitors of your barracks

And the sex would only get more possessive and more rough as Katsuki's feelings for you strengthened

He wanted you to himself more and more

Izuku Midoriya

If there was another person that didn't really fit in with the other soldiers - it was Izuku

He was more meek and less hard-core about the army than his peers

However on the training grounds, it became evident that Izuku belonged in the army

The man was ruthless, he had his mind set on the end goal and we would reach it

His body was incredible, built perfectly - he wasn't incredibly muscular but he most definitely wasn't unfit

Midoriya and you became friends the first day of your mandatory service, and he immediately took a liking to you

The green-haired man found you caring and calming - he could always be relaxed around you

Being reckless on the training grounds meant the man was always in need of bandages

And Izuku loved how careful and dotting you were whenever you patched him up

The meek man, of course, knew about your reputation as the unit's barrack bunny, but he couldn't care less - it just meant he had more reason to like you

Whenever Izuku craved your touch, craved your body, he would tiptoe to your bed and scratch your head, ruffling your hair for a hot minuet before making hid way to the disabled bathroom

No-one in your unit was disabled, so that poor bathroom was your go-to spot for sinful activities

Midoriya loved it when you rode him, he loved holding your waist with his rough, scared hands and just admire your the contrast between your bodies

The muscular man also wasn't small whatsoever, the small bulge in your abdomen every time you sank on his veiny cock was proof of that

You loved listening to Izuku try to hold in his moans, small whimpers escaping his throat through his gritted teeth, his face scrunched up as he struggles not to cum while holding in his noises

The sound of your ass slapping against Izuku's muscular thighs would echo throughout the bathroom along with your moans - which you never bothered to hold in, half the barracks had heard them before at their own hands

Izuku would kiss you constantly, your lips plump from how long the man makes out with you for - and when he isn't kissing you, he's marking your neck with his own light pink lovebites

And due to Izuku'a fit nature, he can last for a long time

Your poor self is fully spent, having came 3 times by the time Izuku finally shoots his boiling hot load inside of you

What pushes Izuku over the edge of lust to love is the many moments you two have shared after the green-haired hunk has re-arranged your guts

Your heavy breathing harmonising with his as you comfortably lay your naked body on Izuku's

Midoriya likes to run his rough fingers up and down your back, the two of you Chat about almost anything during that time - he's never been so close with someone before

When Izuku comes to terms with the fact that he likes you, he starts to be more possessive of you - he calls out his peers when they talk badly about you and glares at guys who say they need a piece of you

But mostly, Izuku's sex drive increases ten fold - he fucks you day and night, at the training grounds or even your own bed with the others around

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was ranked just slightly above the others - of course due to his efforts in the army, but mainly due to his father making a generous donation

He still slept in the same barracks and would only be in charge of your unit if absolutely no other superior was on the field

The others liked Shoto, he didn't get much special treatment and he still put in a lot of work - he would train like a maniac

The stoic man would spend most of his free time in the gym rather than anywhere else

Shoto knew about you, but he'd never really been interested in you

He'd heard his peers talk about how good you were and how charming you were, but the half n' half man was never really interested

That was until he really paid attention to you on the field

You caught his eye and he couldn't wrap his head around 'how someone could look so good on the field while also doing so well'

Shoto really admired your dedication to your role - and it really did help that you were fucking drop dead gorgeous

The tall soldier had decided he wanted to see why everyone was so smitten over you

So the two of you started talking quite a lot; to the point where Shoto would subconsciously look for you first in a new room

Another perk that came with his father's donation was that Shoto had a private bathroom - a room which the two of you became very familiar with

Shoto would even bother being sneaky about it, the man's ego would actually get inflated when he would ask you in front of everyone to go fuck

"(Y/n), join me in my ensuite?" That's all the man would say and you're already perking up and following behind the tall soldier

For a sheltered rich boy, Shoto can sure get down and dirty with you

He strips down fully and likes to watch you stare at his slim-toned body, a blush creeping on your face as blood rushes to your dick

If there's one thing Shoto likes to always do with you it's watch you squirm against him as he fingers you ruthlessly

The toned man puts his slim, long fingers to good use, sitting you naked on his lap - your skin against his - as he abuses your prostate constantly

Shoto fucking loves watching you squirm and try to hump against his dick while he curls his fingers against your gummy walls

The man gets off to your whimpers too much for his own good

And by the time he re-arranges you to impale you on his dick, you're already stretched out enough to only feel the pleasure of Shoto's skinny, veiny 8 incher

Shoto's go-to is having you lay on the closed toilet while he towers his thin, muscular body above you - his dick plowing into you while he hand wraps around your throat gently

Your moans fill his ensuite immediately, accompanied by Shoto's own moans and groans at full volume - the privacy of his ensuite coming in clutch, as the two of you like to get noisy

The man holds you in place gently by your throat, his thumb caressing your cheek as he wipes away the tears his dick is forcing out of you

Shoto also loves to tease your dick, wanking you off while he pounds his cock deep inside of you - teasing your dickhead from time to time, his moaning chuckles echoing in the room as he watches you writhe in overstimulation

Once Shoto discovers that he has feelings for you, his ego becomes a real problem

The two-tone haired man wants everyone to know that you belong to him - whether you actually do or don't

Shoto wraps his arm around your waist and makes you sit on his lap whenever the unit is hanging out during free time

Or he'll fully tell other guys to fuck off of they're with you

He also fucking lives off of the looks other guys give him when he does things like that

Shoto just can't help it, he needs you to be his

Eijiro Kirishima

The redhead exudes masculinity - he really was made for the army

Kirishima is one of the most well-liked of your unit, almost second to you

The man is extroverted and helps out his peers when the need it, but best of all, he looks really fucking good in camo

Eijiro immediately took notice of you, he was one of the first to talk to you and eventually get with you

The redhead was quite fond of you, he liked how you cared about your role but you weren't too hard-core

You really liked Eijiro too, he didn't go to the gym much, despite staying so muscular somehow

He was very well built, his back and arms looking perfect 24/7

It was almost impossible for you two not to have sex at some point

It just so happened that the aforementioned point in time was very early

Kirishima also fucks like a beast - while also looking like a sex-god as he plows your brains out

The redhead likes to pull you to the side whenever he's horny and he drags you to a place where he can get it on with you

Kiri also knows how horny you get whenever he wears his tank top, so he most definitely wears it every time you two get it on

His arms and back just look so good in it, and he likes to watch you physically get turned on by his body - it seriously inflates his ego

Ejiro also fucking loves to dominate you - it's a common trend amongst military men

The redhead loves to force your body into positions where he holds all of the power

Full Nelson is his favourite by far, Eijiro loves showing off his strength by holding you up, forcing your body down on his thick cock with such ease

The muscular soldier also can't deny his affinity for being worshiped

Especially his smell, Kirishima gets so turned on when he makes you smell his sweaty body after training all day

He makes you sniff his musky balls and dick before sucking him off, forcing your nose into his forest of pubes for minutes at a time just forcing you to inhale his scent

Kirishima also likes making you ride him, watching you struggle to take his thick, veiny cock while you moan and whimper, dick twitching pathetically

Eijiro particularly likes to take control once you get into a rhythm and give your system a shock with a new pace, a rough pace

It then that Eijiro grabs your hair tightly and forces your head into his arm pit while he fucks up into your abused hole

Your head woozy from the muscular soldiers musky sweat and your body trembling from his cock plowing into your poor prostate

The man also doesn't keep quiet, so your whole barrack can hear Kirishima as he cums deep inside of you, claiming you as his own for just that little moment in time

However, once the Beast of a man has had his fill, he's incredible at aftercare

Kirishima goes out of his way to clean you up to a tee and then let's you rest on his warm, muscular body while he plays with your hair

Eijiro really enjoys the moments after sex, sometimes even more than the sex itself - the first time he thought time it immediately clicked that he liked you

Initially, Kiri is subtle about the fact that he likes you

He might be more physically affectionate when around other people

Or he may be more careful with you in bed even though you insist you can take more

However, once other guys start to show interest in you in more possessive ways, Kirishima feels the need to match their level

So his arm is around your waist whenever the redhead can get it there

And if any other soldier tries to make a subtle move on you, Kirishima finds that the best deterrent is to awkwardly call out their behaviour

"Are you trying to flirt with, (y/n)? You think you have a chance?" In the most sincerely confused tone was Kiri's go-to and it sure did work

Sero Hanta

Sero was another one of the more social soldiers

He did his job when he had to, but an opportunity to slack was never not taken

The two of you were friends before anything happened between the two of you

You would only hangout with each other, Chat and play shitty games - like normal friends

He knew you were a barrack bunny and he couldn't give less of a fuck, he would call out anyone bad mouthing you and would say "that's a slay from you though" when you would tell him about a recent fuck of yours

The two of you were nothing more than close friends, you two weren't afraid to shoe physical affection

So one time when you were sat in Sero's lap facing him, most people would of thought something was going on there - but there wasn't, not yet at least

It was when you fell asleep that the problem began

It was late at night after a huge training day, so while the other members of your unit played a game of cards, you were sleeping like you'd never slept before in Sero's lap

But once everyone else had gotten tired and gone to bed, you and Sero remained on the floor - your unconscious body snuggling into Sero's

Unfortunately for Sero, you move a LOT in your sleep, resulting in the poor man popping a boner

Which would just not go away! Mainly due to your unconscious and accidental grinding against his dick

So, as Sero profusely blushed and tried to move you off of him, you woke up

And you felt Sero's raging boner pushing against your ass

What happened afterwards was a blur but it went along the lines of you two rushing into the bathroom and going at it

Sero's very gentle with you - despite his slim-toned build

The man focuses on your pleasure, your moans and whines egging him on as he fucks up into you while playing with your nipples

The two of you don't fuck very often, but when you do it's earth-shattering and comfortable at the same time

It also isn't awkward to stay friends even though you two share such intimate moments, the real problem arises when Sero's platonic and sexual feelings for you become slightly romantic

His behaviour barely changes, but when you two are doing your usual clingy friendship activities, the toned soldier holds onto you just a little tighter

He also becomes obviously upset when you're hanging out with someone else

And during sex, Sero hugs you and kisses you while softly fucking into you - marking your neck with soft hickeys

He softens even more than usual when he starts to like you romantically - it's a nice change, contrasting your other peers who absolutely demolish you

Denki Kaminari

Unlike most other soldiers in your unit, Denki slacks at any given moment - even if he knows he'll get in shit for it

He's such a dumb yet lovable idiot, his shocked and scared expression slightly charming when he's getting an earful for dozing off on lookout

He's one of the more hormonal soldiers to say the least - and it doesn't help that he has quite the perverted side to him

So when Kaminari heard that your hobbies include getting fucked by every other member of your unit, he knew he needed to get a piece of you

The two of you were friendly to begin with, but the fact that you had a soft spot for goofy men who look fucking hot in uniform really helped speed your relationship along

All it took was for Denki to accidentally blurt out that he thought you were ridiculously attractive and that he didn't mind getting shouted at by superiors of it meant he got to sneak around with you - and with that you were ready to pretty much jump on his dick

If there's one thing Denki likes to do with you it's make out

The soldier will drop all his duties and sneak around the superiors just to hide away with you and hold you in his lap while the two of you kiss messily for half an hour - Denki dry humping his clothed crotch up into the smooth curve of your ass

The blonde looks so, so good in uniform, his white tanktop highlighting his slim, muscular body while the camo cargoes just suit him so well

He doesn't like to be subtle about the fact that you and him fuck, so whenever it's just your unit with no superiors, he likes to rub it in the others faces that you and him are heading off to a supply shed

And holy shit is Kaminari good at what he does

After making out for God knows how long, the man will move you into his arms, Denki standing up while his tongue is still playing with yours

The blonde likes to show off how strong he is - despite being a slacker, he does train a lot

Denki holds you in his arms, your legs around his waist while he one handedly unbuckles his cargos and pulls yours down the curve of your ass

Kaminari certainly shows off his strength when he moves you up and down on his veiny dick with such ease, hitting your prostate with every thrust while you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly

Being kind of a perv, the blonde fucking loves watching you drool and blush from the size of his dick, your fists tightening to hold Kaminari closer and your eyes being forced to look up from the pressure and pleasure his dick was forcing onto your ass

It's only when your chief loudly bangs on the door of the shed that you're fucking in that Kaminari takes his eyes off of your fucked out face and slows his pace down

"Kaminari! What's taking you so long?" The chief shouts

Denki quickly moves his hand to your mouth, his rough palm keeping all of your moans from escaping

"S-SORRY SIR! C-CUUUMING NOW!" The blonde shouts as his pace quickens, your walls clenching against Kaminari's thick dick so tightly that he actually starts cumming

You can hear your superior walk away faintly, the sound of his steps mainly blocked by Denki's whimpering and grunting in your ear as his cum seeps out of your cock-filled hole

"Sorry I couldn't help myself... You're just toooo warm and good~"

Now while Denki may be very sex-brained, he struggles to separate sex from romance - so he falls for you pretty quickly

He's one of the only members of your unit to loudly state that they like you

Most of his peers make fun of him for saying things like

"I can't wait to leave here and date, (y/n)..."

Your peers telling the blonde that you would never settle for him in a million years

But Denki couldn't care less about what they say - he's ups his game by being super sappy and clingy around you, but you don't mind exactly; you can't deny that you like the attention

The rest of your barrack is fucking fuming that Denki gets to do shit like that with you, so most of them follow suit and try to one-up each other - all thanks to Denki

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Keigo is one of the older members of your unit - he's a 30 year old surrounded by mainly 24-26 year olds

But he's got a young spirit, so he fits in exceptionally well

And fucking hell does he fit into the army well as well - he's another one of the guys which was made for the military

The blonde constantly works out and takes his role very seriously - his body reflects that on so many levels

His arms and his back are insane, and this legs are so built it's crazy

Keigo had noticed you immediately, the man knew he was bi and couldn't turn down releasing some stress so the two of you were on each other almost straight away

Being older, Keigo has so much more experience, so you've always liked being with him - whether you two were spending time together or he was fucking the daylights out of you

The blonde soldier was charismatic and affectionate but not in an over the top way - which got you riled up all the more

He would have one of his veiny hands on your waist or shoulders all the time, he'd smirk at you while looking down into your eyes with his arms crossed - the man was incredibly attractive to say the least

When hanging out with other members of your unit, Keigo loves to exert dominance by having you on his lap, an arm around you waist and his head resting on your shoulder - smugly grinning when the others give him a jealous glare

And when he wants to let you know he wants you cumming on his dick, all Keigo does is gently grind into you - but if you're already in bed, the tall blonde bend over you and kiss your neck slowly

Keigo would then leave to the bathroom, chuckling to himself when he hears your hurried footsteps behind him

The man fucks like an animal in heat

He likes to strip you naked but keep himself fully clothed in his casual uniform, bending you over on the ground as he plays with your exposed hole

"So fucking tight, even with all the dick you take, sweetheart" Keigo compliments you as he smacks your ass, hard

He likes to push on the small of your back as he lines his hard, veiny, uncut dick with your entrance - forcing your back to arch perfectly for him

Keigo likes to start slow with you, sinking his cock all the way inside of your tight walls and immediately starting to thrust into you slowly

Your breathy moans echo in the bathroom while Hawks' rugged moans grace your ears

The muscular blonde then likes to pick up the pace, fucking you rougher and harder by the second until your a drooling, moaning mess

He also moans really loudly, his masculine groans filling your ears along with sadistic chuckles and laughs from the immense pleasure Keigo is feeling from your tight ass and watching you look so whorish

He fucks you into the ground, his thick dick splitting you open while your dick dangles between your legs, leaking precum constantly

As Keigo starts to lose himself in the pleasure of fucking you, he moves his bare foot onto your head, pushing your head harder against the ground as his body shifts to get his dick into you deeper

The blonde laughs and moans as his veiny hands grip onto your waist, pulling you hard onto his dick

The usual slapping sound of sex is muffled by Keigo's cargoes and his tanktop is now see-through as its drenched in his sweat

The older man's pace speeds up even more when he cam feel you tighten, your moans raising in pitch as your dick twtiches in pleasure

By the time your loud, slutty moans are registered by Keigo, he's balls deep in your ass shooting his hot, thick cum deep inside of you - rutting his hips against your ass, therefore rubbing his tip even more into your prostate, overstimulsting you just enough so that it's still pleasurable

Once the blonde soldier pulls out of you with the wet slurp of his cum-covered dick, Keigo likes to watch his thick cum drip down your thighs and onto the floor

He admires his work for a bit and then cleans you up

Keigo is extremely good at aftercare - even military men need to be taken care of!

The two of you lay on each other and tiredly chat about life - during this, Keigo likes to roll his fingers over your body, admiring you

He never thought he'd fall for you - Keigo always saw himself as above the other, more mature, he thought he could handle a no-strings relationship

But seeing you with others, knowing that other men get to experience the heaven that is being around you and being inside of you - it really pisses Keigo off

The man, just like most of the other members of your unit has fallen for the barrack bunny - he becomes slightly more possessive than he already was

But again you don't mind, it may make you seem like a bad person, but the attention is a nice bonus on top of the good dicking down you get everyday

#bottom male reader #bottom reader #amab reader #gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #gay smut #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x reader #bakugo x male reader #kirishima x male reader #denki x male reader #denki kaminari #sero hanta x male reader #todoroki x male reader #izuku midoriya #deku x male reader

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fanficriter · 2 months

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BNHA SMAU !

Asking them to buy you pads!

Warnings: None

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari.

Fem Reader

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Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Ejiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

#fanfic writing #fanfic #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero x reader #smau #bnha smau #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader

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dekustowel · 4 months

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synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year’s hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan’s most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it’s a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn’t matter at all, right? it’s a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.

pairing - katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

genre - fluff + (i’m gonna throw in a couple of funnies)

status - ongoing

started - january 23rd, 2024

ended -

y/n’s angels i survived UA High

[01: that time he fucked up]

[02: that time there was a clean up crew]

[03: that time she agreed]

[04: that time the ball got rolling]

[05: that time they all reacted]

[06: that time she had free reign]

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mothisamess · 9 months

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Bakusquad x Insecure! Reader

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or alternatively a reader that's just not confident bare faced

(more platonic but could be seen as romantic! more fem centric. sorry for weird formatting I wrote on my phone lol and not proof read I wrote this in less that 10 mins)

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- It was no secret that you were one of the prettiest people in class 1-A.

- You were always put together.

- having your hair clean and always wearing at least some makeup.

- it was a very very rare occurrence that you wouldn't be wearing any. practically no one had ever seen you without it.

- the closest they got was after training or villain attacks.

- one night, you, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou, Sero, Denki, and Bakugo were having a sleepover in Mina's dorm.

- It was around 12am and everyone was winding down for the night. (Bakugo is not very happy about it. but it's the weekend so they managed to convince him)

- mina handed you a makeup wipe so you could sleep barefaced.

- you politely refused.

- mina pryed a bit more, she didn't want her pretty best friend to break out!

- you laughed a bit and made a joke about how you 'look like one of those old diseased hairless cats' without makeup.

Mina - ✩⁠

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- she's shook.

- you're literally her perfect best friend like huh?

- she'll pester you about it for a while

- and if you say that it was caused by others at your old school...

- she loses her MINDDD

- bc youre gorgeous like what?

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- she always hyped you but before but now it's extra!

- will 100% spread rumors about anyone who talks bad about you.

(and they're vileee 💀)

Kirishima - ✩⁠

- he's so surprised

- you look like that and think you look bad??

- aggressive positivity. literally shoving it down your throat.

- hype man!!

- he hypes you up more than Bakugo at this point

- if anyone's trying to be rude to you he will immediately stop them.

- he will not hold back in training and will definitely tell other people that they aren't nice

- and you know it's bad when even Kirishima isn't nice to you. before the person knows it all of class 1-A hates them.

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Jirou - ✩⁠

- she's so surprised!!

- you're like a goddess in her eyes

- she doesn't say much about it that night but over time she subtly hypes you up!

- just small things like 'you're hair looks nice today's or 'where did you get that shirt?'

- she's a little nervous that she'll offend you so she tries her best to not seem as blunt as normal.

- if anyone says anything bad about you (in general but especially about how you look) she goes crazy 💀

- she will not hold back during training.

- (she has gotten scolded by Aizawa for it before)

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Sero - ✩⁠

- he has to take a moment to take in what you said

- like huh?!

- how are you insecure?

- you'll def end up having one of those deep conversations another night where he finds out everything.

- def hypes you up

- practically everytime you walk into the common room he'll tell you you're outfit is nice

- you could be dressed like Adam Sandler and he'd still eat that up

- if anyone is rude to you he'll shoot a small piece of tape onto the ground so they face plant 😭

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Denki - ✩⁠

- he side eyes you immediately and does one of those slow head turns 💀

- he'll pester you for a bit about it but after Bakugo slapps him over the head because he wants to sleep he drops it for the night

- BIGGEST HYPE MANNN

- hypes you up about everything, your handwriting, cooking, baking, drawing, grades, quirk, strength, everything.

- if anyone's every rude he will 100% give the person small shocks.

- especially in quiet rooms.

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Bakugo - ✩⁠

- even though he might be bad at showing it, he didn't want his friend to break out either!

- but he hid it behind him not wanting to hear you complain about your skin

- won't hype you up but once he sees you with out makeup he'd definitely do a really sarcastic fake shock

- like 'gasp oh my god-! you- you- look perfectly fucking fine. say some dumbass shit like that again and I'm beating your ass.'

- will immediately scream insults at whoever talks about about you

- it could literally be a medical professional next to you on your death bed saying that you over estimated yourself in a fight and he'd still do it

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#mha headcanons #bakusquad #bakusquad x reader #denki kaminari x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #sero hanta x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #jirou kyouka x reader #jirou kyouka #mina ashido x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha x female reader #mha x gender neutral reader

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slayfics · 7 months

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Spin the bottle in the U.A. dorms on Halloween night.

Warnings: NSFW themes

3,200 words~

You plopped down on the couch in the common room after finishing changing into your witch Halloween costume. Due to the League of Villains still having it out for your class, the whole school wasn't allowed to go out on Halloween.

As upset as most students were, your class still decided to dress up and celebrate in the dorms. Your class had decorated the common room with pumpkins and bats and the lights were lowered and flickering to make a spooky atmosphere.

"Alright finally got him to come down!" Eijiro exclaimed excitedly. You turned around to see him in a shark onesie standing next to Katsuki who was just wearing all black.

"Aww, you're a shark Kirishima! How cute it suits you... and Bakugo, what are you? A grumpy U.A. student?" You teased him.

"Shut the hell up! I'm going back to my dorm," he yelled.

"Oh no, you promised!" Eijiro said, blocking his friend from walking back to his dorm.

"Ugh fine," Katsuki grumbled and sat down on the couch next to you.

"Don't worry I actually have the perfect costume for you, you even dressed up perfectly in all black!" You exclaimed.

"The hell are you talking about? "Katsuki asked, irritated as you pulled out black cat ears from your bag and placed them on his head.

"There- I'm a witch and you're my black cat!" You smiled at him letting out a giggle at how cute the cat ears looked on him.

"IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!" He yelled trying to snatch the ears off his head but you and Eijiro pinned his arms down.

"He's an angry kitty isn't he?" Eijiro laughed.

"LET GO OF ME EXTRAS I'LL EXPLODE YOU BOTH TO HELL!" Katsuki yelled, struggling under your and Eijiro's grasp.

"Come on Bakugo, they are just ears and they look really cute on you!" You said struggling to keep him from removing them.

"Fucking fine, just let go of me," He said shrugging both you and Eijiro off. "But don't expect anything else from me today. This shit is so dumb."

"Hey you guys not getting started on any fun stuff without us are you?" Denki asked as he and Hanta made their way to sit on the adjoining couches.

Denki was wearing all yellow with some pointy yellow ears, and Hanta had a sheet over him with some eyes cut out.

"Aww, Kaminari are you supposed to be Pikachu?" You asked.

"Yeah! You guys always call me that so I thought why not," He shrugged.

"Oh you forgot something though," You said moving over to him.

"Hu what?" He asked, confused.

"The red cheeks!" You yelled and pinched his cheeks tightly.

"Hey stop!" He laughed trying to push you off.

"Ok there, now your costume is complete," You let go and sat back down on the couch laughing at Denki's now reddened cheeks, half red from your pinch and half red from a bright blush.

"You guys are so dumb," Katsuki mumbled, resting his head on his hand and leaning into the arm of the couch.

"Ugh I'm so bored this is so lameeee-" Mina said coming over to join your group wearing an alluring angel costume. "I wanna do something!" She said kicking her feet a bit.

"Oh uh-" Eijiro started to say but then stopped and looked away from Mina.

"Spit it out," You said, nudging him. Everyone's attention now turned to Eijiro making him more flustered.

"Nothing I- uh- was just gonna say that's a nice costume Ashido," he said and looked away again hoping the attention would turn away from him.

"Thanks!" Mina replied, smiling up at him. "Now what should we do? Tsuyu and Uraraka are carving pumpkins, but I want to do something more exciting!" She said, pumping both fists into the air.

"I know what you can do," a familiar pervy voice called from behind. The group turned around to see Minoru who was wearing a twister mat as a costume. "You girls should play twister and use me as your game board," Minoru said, lying down on the floor and spreading his arms out.

"He's never going to stop is he?" Hanta asked, letting out a sigh.

"Oh- that's actually a great idea Mineta!" You said walking over to him as he looked up at you from the floor. "Close your eyes though, ok? I don't want you to see up my dress," You said.

"Of course, my witch queen," Minoru responded, practically drooling. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment and you motioned for Katsuki to come over.

"Hu?" Minoru opened his eyes after not feeling you or Mina start the game. He opened his eyes to the sight of Katsuki above him lighting up an explosion in his hand. "Wait wait!" He called his arms failing in front of him as Katuski exploded him knocking him unconscious.

"Fucking perv," He grumbled and sat back on the couch.

"As much as I hate Mineta, a game isn't such a bad idea!" Mina said excitedly.

"What kind of game?" Eijiro asked.

"Hmmm..." Mina placed her finger on her chin as she thought. "I got it! Spin the bottle!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air again. Everyone else including you just stared at her with a blank expression and slightly flushed faces.

"Fuck no." Katsuki spoke.

"Come on you guys! We can't go out and do anything else and that game is like a right of passage for teenagers! Let's do it! I'll find some other girls to even it out!" She said and ran off.

"Wait, she was serious?!" Denki asked, his face pale white.

You laughed, "You looked whiter than the sheet around Sero! Don't tell me after all that big pervy talk you've done with Mineta you're scared?" You teased him.

"I'm not scared! I just-" Denki began to say but was interrupted by an irritated Katsuki.

"I'm leaving, I'm not doing that dumb shit," Katsuki said, getting off the couch to leave. Eijiro quickly hurried after him. You turned around to see what looked like Eijiro pleading with his friend to stay.

"Maybe Kacchan's right, we could go play Super Smash Bros instead," Denki said to Hanta who seemed to be on board with leaving as well. Denki stood up just as Mina came back.

"Ok! I got Jiro and Hagakure to agree to play!" Mina said excitedly. Denki looked at Kyoka who was wearing a Bride of Frankenstein costume. His face flushed and he silently sat back down on the couch deciding to stay.

"Hey Hagakure, what is your costume?" Hanta asked, looking confused at Hagakure who was just carrying around a mirror and wearing a red cape.

"I'm a vampire and vampires don't have reflections in mirrors so... I thought that was funny with my quirk and all... since I'm invisible..."

"Oh! That's really smart." Hanta laughed.

Eijiro finally came back dragging Katsuki who was uttering curses under his breath.

"That's the spirit boys!" You said laughing.

Mina instructed the group to sit on the floor in a circle as she placed a bottle in the middle of you all.

"Ok there are a lot of different ways to play but this is what I think sounds most interesting. One person spins the bottle, and then whoever the bottle is pointing to gets to decide what happens. Any questions?" She asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean by deciding what happens?" Kyoka asked.

"Well that person can decide on either a kiss which can be wherever they choose or seven minutes in heaven," Mina explained further.

"Uh, what's seven minutes in heaven?" Toru asked nervously.

"It means I'll lock you both in the hall closet for seven minutes!" Mina said, laughing devilishly.

The group shifted uncomfortably at Mina's explanation of the game.

"Oh don't look so nervous you guys, it'll be fun! Sero start us out!" Mina said excitedly.

"What? Why me first?!" Hanta asked anxiously.

"Because I said so, that's why, now go!" Mina said harshly.

Sero shakily spun the bottle that was placed in the middle of the group. Everyone watched with eager eyes as it began to slow until it eventually stopped pointing at Toru. Once the bottle stopped everyone looked at Mina for guidance.

"Ok now Hagakure you decide what happens," Mina encouraged.

"You can kiss my cheek, Sero," Toru said sweetly.

"Uh right-" Hanta replied as he shakily moved over to Toru planting a kiss on what he assumed to be the invisible girl's cheek.

The group watched as Hanta's face lit up bright red.

"Oh!" Toru exclaimed. "That was not my cheek."

"I AM SO SORRY! I COULDN'T SEE!" Hanta apologized frantically.

"It's ok Sero," Toru giggled.

The rest of the group eyed each other curiously but were too shy to ask what exactly Hanta ended up kissing.

"Ok um- well.... it landed on you so that means your turn to spin Hagakure," Mina said, breaking up the awkwardness.

"Sure!" She said and the bottle began to spin seemingly out of nowhere as the invisible girl spun the bottle. The bottle spun until it landed on Mina.

"Oh um- is there a rule about that?" Toru asked.

"Hm- nah we're all-inclusive here," Mina shrugged. "You can kiss my cheek too if you're comfortable."

"Ok," Toru said as her cape, which appeared to be floating, moved toward Mina before returning to its original spot as she planted a kiss on her cheek.

"My turn then!" Mina said excitedly and spun the bottle. The bottle spun for a few moments before landing on Eijiro.

Eijiro's eyes widened at the bottle pointing directly at him. He was seemingly frozen staring at it.

"Um hello Earth to Kirishima," Mina said, waving her hand in front of his face. "You have to choose what you want."

"Me? I uh-" He stuttered as his face began to tint a slight pink. "What- what- do you want me to choose?" He asked.

"It doesn't work like that Kirishima, you have to choose," You said, reminding him of the rules.

"Oh man," He spoke seeming to shrink into himself with nervousness. Eijiro grabbed the shark hoodie of his onesie and covered his face with it.

Mina laughed, "Don't be so nervous Kirishima, just tell me what you want me to do." She encouraged him.

Eijiro mumbled from under his hoodie.

"Speak up shitty hair, we can't hear you," Katsuki yelled, annoyed at his friend's sheepishness.

"Ugh this is so unmanly," He mumbled again from under his hoodie.

"Come on man hurry up!" Denki said, nudging him.

"Just kiss me!" Eijiro said, voice loud and shaky under his hoodie.

"Ok, where though?" Mina asked, tilting her head and moving closer trying to get a look at him from under his hoodie. Eijiro squirmed more under his hoodie the closer Mina got.

"For fucks sake just tell her you want a real kiss dumb ass!" Katsuki grumbled beside his friend.

"Is that what you want?" Mina asked curiously.

Eijiro nodded his head from under his hoodie as a response.

"Then stop hiding silly," She said, pulling his hoodie back on his head as she moved closer and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, causing Eijiro's face to light up an even brighter red than his hair.

"Tch-" Katsuki let out an annoyed puff of air.

"Oh man, your face is so damn red!" Denki said laughing beside him.

"Aw come on man, leave me alone," Eijiro said, pulling his hoodie back over his face to hide from his friends.

"Don't hide yet, it's your turn!" Mina said giggling.

"Oh right-," Eijiro quickly stuck his hand out and spun the bottle.

You all watched as the bottle stopped spinning and landed on you.

"Uh-" Eijiro quickly stole a glance at Katsuki who looked away from the group feigning disinterest.

"Here," You laughed, holding out your hand.

"Oh uh- so formal," Eijiro laughed, feeling less nervous as he placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

"Alright, then my turn right?" You asked looking at Mina for confirmation.

"Yup!" She said, nodding enthusiastically. You spun the bottle and waited for it to stop spinning. The whole group's breath seemed to catch in their throat when it landed on Katsuki. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes waiting for his response.

"Tch- whatever let's go," Katsuki said, standing up and motioning for you to follow him.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Wait, you're choosing the closet?!" Mina asked, stunned.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with," He said, annoyed.

"Wooo! Our first seven minutes in heaven players!" Mina said excitedly, pumping her fists in the air. She quickly made her way to the hall closet, opened it, and motioned for you both to come.

"Hurry up now! I'll start a timer on my phone and we will all wait here for you both," She said, winking and shoving you both inside.

"Wait what you all just wait out there?" You asked nervously.

"Well yeah, we can't keep playing with you two missing. Have fun now," She said as she slammed the closet door shut.

The closet was pitch black with the door shut, and smaller than you anticipated, causing you to be just inches away from Katsuki.

Katsuki lit up the room with his quirk using his hand to create some light without an explosion.

"So you wanted to spend some alone time with me, hu?" You asked, teasing him.

"Shut the hell up, I just didn't want to do anything else in front of those other extras. This shit is so dumb and I don't want the attention," he replied back sounding frustrated as ever.

"Then why did you choose to play?" You asked curiously.

"For Kirishima obviously. He wanted to play and was too damn scared to do it without me here," Katsuki said as if it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"You really expect me to believe that? You never do anything you don't want to do. Especially for the sake of someone else. So tell me, what did you want to happen? Who were you hoping to get stuck with?" You pestered him more.

"Fucking no one. You think I actually care about any of these damn extras," Katsuki laughed off your question.

You ignored his response and looked at his hand curiously as it illuminated light without an explosion. "I didn't know you could do this with your quirk. Is it warm?" You asked, touching his hand.

"I can do a lot of shit with my quirk dumb ass," He responded as he watched you graze his hand with your finger.

You looked up and noticed a slight tint on his cheeks. "No way are you blushing?" You laughed.

"The hell? I am not!" He yelled defensively but extinguished the light from his hand right away bringing you both back into darkness so you couldn't look at him anymore. "I'm not some fucking loser you know. I wouldn't blush from you just touching my hand."

You leaned a bit closer to him, almost brushing up against him as you did, "What would I need to touch to make you blush then?" You whispered.

Katsuki tried to back away from you but hit the wall of the closet instead, "Cut that fucking crap out," He said through gritted teeth and smacked your hand away from him. "Why the hell did you play this game? What did you want to happen?" He asked.

"This," you answered simply and honestly.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed, sounding surprised.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" You asked.

"You don't have to fucking lie just because we're stuck in here you know. I saw you flirting with spark plug out there. Pinching his cheeks and shit," Katuski answered, still not believing you.

"Kaminari? No," You laughed. "I only mess with him because he gets riled up so easily, plus... I like how it pisses you off. Do you think I didn't notice how you grit your teeth and furrow your brows even more than usual when I do," You teased.

"Tch, whatever. If I'm really what you wanted- then get over here. Prove it. Do what you say you've been wanting to do," Katsuki said, challenging you.

You moved almost instantly, pressing yourself into Katsuki and colliding your lips with his. Your hands went up to wrap around the back of his neck and as they did. Katsuki's body went rigid for a moment, stunned that you actually attacked him so suddenly. Then as if coming back to life after processing the situation, he pushed you back against the wall roughly pinning you between his arms. Causing a loud thump to echo through the closet.

"You didn't think I'd really just let you have control that easily did you?" He whispered in a lowered voice, his words rumbling in his chest.

Everyone outside turned and looked at the closet following the loud thump.

"Should we be concerned?" Kyoka asked, looking around the group for consensus.

"Nah," Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta all said in unison. The girls eyed them curiously.

"It's just uh- Bakugo wouldn't hurt her or anything. Trust me," Eijiro said, his face tinting red a bit again as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Hm ok- well they do only have 3 minutes left so... I suppose it's fine," Mina said, eyeing her phone.

Back in the closet, Katsuki had pressed his lips to yours forcefully as you were pinned between him and the wall. You pulled him even closer to you.

"You like when I press into you like this?" He asked in your ear breath running down your neck.

You nodded, and Katsuki responded by grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist in order to press into you deeper while keeping his hand around your thigh for support. In this position, you could feel his growing bulge pressing into you.

"You know you're right," He spoke again into your ear. "It does fucking piss me off when you flirt with dunce face. Don't even fucking look at him anymore," he said and ran his other hand through your hair grazing your scalp as he tugged on your hair. "Keep your eyes on me, you understand?"

You nodded again but this time grabbed his face and pressed a deep kiss into his lips spreading them apart with your tongue.

"Fuck," he moaned into your mouth.

Katsuki's hand moved down from your hair to your chest grabbing a handful of you.

"The hell is with this skimpy ass witch costume, it's sluttier than your damn hero costume," He groaned and moved down to trail kisses on your neck while continuing to press his now full-grown bulge into you.

"What? You don't like it?" You asked teasingly.

"Mm- fuckin' love it," He growled while kissing further down your neck making his way to your chest ensuring to taste all of your exposed skin.

"Alright times up," Mina yelled, throwing the closet door open without warning.

"Oh shit!" You exclaimed, placing your hands on Katsuki's shoulders to push him off but he didn't budge.

"Holy shit-" Denki exclaimed before being at a total loss of words.

Everyone stared with wide eyes frozen at the sight.

Mina slammed the door back shut.

"Uh- maybe we leave them with their privacy," She said, her face flushed. "Let's just- um go back to the game," she stuttered.

"Yeah good idea," Eijiro nodded, as everyone awkwardly made their way back to sitting in a circle.

Thank you for reading everyone!

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multi-fandom-jizz · 1 month

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doing the lipstick trend with denki

summary — after seeing a cute tiktok trend, you knew you had to show it to your boyfriend to do it with him

content/warnings — reader uses/wears makeup (obvi), implied!fem reader (usage of mamas)

“denki, baby?” you call out, entering his bedroom, standing in the doorway

denki doesn’t look up from his phone, but still replies, “yes mamas?” you smile softly at the petname before answering “i have another trend i wanna do with you.”

your boyfriend perks up and shuffles over to make room for you on the bed, assuming you’d show him a video of someone else doing

“all you have to do is swipe around my lip when i start recording, okay?”

“huh.” denki mutters. he couldn’t see where this was going. “okay.”

you grab your lipstick, applying it to your lips, as denki stares confused.

then you begin to trail kisses across his cheeks, and then that turns into down his neck, and then that turns into his entire neck and face being covered in your stains.

you both contain your laughter and giggles as you face the camera towards you and hit record, denki swipes under your bottom lip and the camera pans to him with a goofy grin on his face as your kiss marks cover him entirely, the camera then knocks over slightly and denki can be seen pestering you with smooches as the video ends.

it’s safe to say some of your classmates got a real kick out of that video…

all writings belong to @multi-fandom-jizz , do not steal/repost/translate my work without direct permission!

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uwtloml · 2 months

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— texting mha boys when you’re jealous

ft. katsuki bakugou and denki kaminari

part one, part two

crack maybe? idk

lmk what other characters u want 🤍

#mha #mha imagines #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #denki kaminari imagine #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #mha texts #mha smau #text fic #my hero academia #anime #anime fanfic

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tytarax · 3 months

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I saw your requests can I request if it’s okay a Kiribaku and or Denkishinso comfort for getting hurt on the job or getting tired from a long day art work?

I literally did both in both scenarios XD. Enjoyed writing it anyway.

I hope you like it as much as I did.

Pure fluff <3

The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below. The day had been long, filled with challenges and dangers, but you had finally made it back home. The apartment was quiet as you entered, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city outside.

You dropped your bag by the door and sighed, feeling the weight of the day settling on your shoulders. Your body ached, every muscle protesting against the strain of the mission. You were tired, bone tired, and all you wanted was to sink into the comfort of your bed and forget about the world for a while.

But as you made your way through the apartment, you heard voices coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound and found Katsuki and Eijiro sitting on the couch, talking quietly. They looked up as you entered, their expressions shifting from concern to relief at the sight of you.

"Hey, you're back," Kirishima said, standing up and approaching you. "Are you okay? You look exhausted."

You managed a weak smile, leaning into his touch as he brushed a hand against your cheek. "I'm fine, just tired. It was a tough mission."

Bakugo stood up as well, his gaze sharp as he assessed your condition. "You're injured," he said, his voice tight with worry.

You glanced down at yourself, noticing for the first time the cuts and bruises marring your skin. They were nothing serious, just the usual wear and tear of hero work, but Bakugo's concern made your heart ache.

"It's nothing, really," you said, trying to reassure him. "Just a few scratches."

Bakugo didn't look convinced, but he nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom.

Kirishima followed close behind, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet as Bakugo helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub. They worked together, gentle yet efficient, cleaning and bandaging your wounds with practiced hands. The whole time, they stayed silent, their presence a comforting anchor in the midst of your exhaustion.

Once they were done, Bakugo stood back, studying their handiwork with a critical eye. "There," he said, his voice gruff. "All patched up."

You thanked them, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. They had taken care of you without hesitation, their concern and care a balm to your weary soul.

"Why don't you go rest?" Kirishima suggested, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll take care of dinner tonight."

You nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. "Thank you," you said, standing up slowly. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Bakugo snorted, rolling his eyes. "Don't get all sappy on us," he said, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. They may not say it often, but their actions spoke louder than words. They were your rock, your support, and you were grateful for them every day.

As you made your way to bed, you knew that no matter how tough the world may be, as long as you had Kats and Ei by your side, you could face anything that came your way.

As you arrived home after a grueling mission, the weight of exhaustion and aches settled heavily upon your shoulders. The day had been long, filled with danger and adrenaline, leaving you battered and bruised. With a weary sigh, you pushed open the door to your shared apartment, the soft click echoing in the quiet space.

Denki Kaminari and Hitoshi Shinso were both lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game, their laughter filling the room. However, as they caught sight of you, their expressions shifted from amusement to concern in an instant. Denki's eyes widened with worry, while Hitoshi's usual stoic demeanor softened with empathy.

"Hey, are you okay?" Denki asked, jumping up from his seat and rushing over to you. Hitoshi followed suit, his gaze never leaving your tired form.

You managed a weak smile, trying to reassure them despite the pain throbbing through your body. "I'm fine, just a bit banged up," you replied hoarsely.

Without another word, Denki gently guided you to the couch, while Hitoshi disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with a first aid kit and a glass of water. Hitoshi knelt in front of you, his hands deftly tending to your injuries with a gentle touch that belied his usual aloof exterior.

Denki hovered nearby, his worry evident in every line of his face. "You should have told us you were hurt," he chided softly.

You shook your head weakly. "I didn't want to worry you guys"

Hitoshi finished bandaging your wounds and handed you the glass of water. "You're part of this team too," he said quietly. "We're here for each other."

Denki nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, we've got your back no matter what."

As you leaned back against the cushions, feeling their unwavering support enveloping you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but be grateful for having Denki and Hitoshi by your side. At that moment, despite the pain and weariness that weighed heavily upon you, there was nowhere else you'd rather be than here with them – your teammates, your friends, your family.

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choco-ochako · 17 days

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OMG HII!! I'm also a new writer alsooo! So I want to request you:3!!!

how about some deku x FEM/AFMAB!reader? pro hero deku and him talkiing to his wife after defeating a villain! her being worried and him wanting to jump make her feel good? THNX ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥

-LUVVY

HIII!! EEKK! I’m SO excited about requests! Consider your wish granted! Enjoy!

PS! Go check out Luvvy! She’s such a great writer!! ♡︎

Pro Hero Deku x Fem reader !!

Genre: Fluff + Smut !!

~ !Sub Izuku x !Dom fem reader ~

Warnings: Breeding, Oral, Blowjob, tit fuck, grinding, slight overstimulation, pleading/obeying!

[ ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE 18 ]

You were pacing back and forth in your living room, eagerly awaiting your husband's return.

The time was dragging on, and it was getting late. Earlier, he had sent you a message saying he would be home by 8pm, but later you received a text saying he would be later then planned due to work and apologizing.

Being married to the top hero in Japan had its perks, but also it’s flaws. Balancing his hero duties with your relationship was challenging, but you knew he was giving his all for you.

He made efforts to spend time with you, but sometimes work got in the way. You tried you best to not let it bother you, but sometimes it hurts.

[ TEXT MSG POV ]

Izu💚: “Hey honey, I’m so sorry. I won’t be home til late again. I thought I’d be home by 8, but the agency wanted me to go out. they found these specific villains we’ve been trying to find for months. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon and I’ll make it up to you soon, I promise. Love you <3”

You: “it’s okay Izu, I know your work is very important and difficult. I won’t make it a big deal, just stay safe and I’ll be waiting for you, love you too. 💗”

[ Izu💚 Liked your message ]

You didn't want to cause him concern or show him that you were truly disturbed. You placed your phone on the coffee table and relaxed on the comfortable couch while watching your favorite TV show.

You ended up falling asleep on the sofa. Soon a gentle voice softly called out your name, being careful not to startle you.

“Y/n..?”

You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by your husband. As soon as you recognized his face while still half asleep, you hugged him tightly.

“Izu!”

He sighs and returns the hug, making an effort to provide you comfort. You don't want to inconvenience him, but you always find yourself feeling anxious.

“Baby, I’m okay see? Still in one piece. I’d never ever not just come home, I’ll always come home to you. That’s a promise. You are my wife, I’d do anything for you and to keep you safe, make you happy, whatever you need. I’m so sorry I’m not here as much as you wish I was.”

The guilt look on his face deepened, you knew you weren’t upset with him deep down. He kissed your hand politely. Such a gentleman 😭💗..

“What happened out there Izu? I know you do everything you can, I’m sorry I get so worried, you are the best hero out there. Sometimes I forget I’m married to him. I just wish the agency didn’t need you as much. They shouldn’t keep relying on you all the time.”

The silence was loud until Izuku broke it. He felt bad but, didn’t know what to exactly say, not that he didn’t agree, cause he definitely did.

“That’s true, I’ve tried to point that out to my boss, but clearly that doesn’t always work. I really wanna work less to be with you hun, work on our own personal lives and have a family at some point. It’s all I ever want love.”

He’d caress you cheek gently while speaking.

“I missed you too, the villain I had to deal with was a pain in the ass to say the least. But we eventually got him taken care of, and he got arrested. We’ve been looking for him for months, so it’s about time he got what was coming. I just wanna keep everyone safe, most importantly you safe.”

You humbly accepted his apology and kissed him softly. You felt safe to say the least now, and happy he’s home now.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. It’s not even your fault, just jobs being jobs. So I don’t take it personally babe.”

You smiled at him and sat into his lap hugging him. Eventually you pulled away from the embrace and put your hand on his face gently caressing his cheek, with your other hand on his shoulder, almost around his neck. The slow movements and missing your beloved husband made you get aroused.

You just wanted to make love with your husband you hardly see anymore. Gently grinding on him at first. Izuku knows exactly what you are doing, but won’t complain. He loves it when you get like this, especially if it’s been some time since you’ve both even remotely spent time together sexually or not.

“Aha, I see you really missed me huh? Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing hun.”

He laughs eventually putting his hands on your waist. His hands slowly going down grabbing your ass, cupping it firmly. That makes you squeak slightly but you loved it.

You both knew what was about to happen, so you both went for it. You leaned into him kissing him firmly. Izuku kissed you back while cupping your ass once again.

You loved it when he’d touch you like this, you’ve been wanting it for a while now. Sloppy moans filling up the room by just kissing and grinding, you both knew you wanted to take it further.

You eventually stood up just to get on your knees in front of him. He knew what was next and honestly, he’s still pretty shy til this day about you seeing him naked. You find it cute, who wouldn’t? Being married for so long and still embarrassed is just so adorable.

You slowly unzipped his pants and took them off, he helped with his belt, and just like that. You could tell he was hard even before you took his pants off, but damn he was seriously hard for you.

The bulge peaking in his boxers made you wanna hurry, but you didn’t. Taking your sweet time with him. You took his boxers off. Izuku blushed heavily, his dick just inches away from your face.

You immediately stared at it and started stroking him. His silent moans from this made it even harder for you to not rush this.

“A-ah.. baby.. please.. use your mouth, I-i need you.. hah..”

He pleaded like a puppy, you thought it was just the cutest thing, so obedient.

“Don’t worry izu, I’ll make sure you’ll get everything you deserve.”

You took your shirt off carefully, he watched your movements. Seeing your laced bra was doing the trick, taking that off as well throwing it behind.

Your chest was bare, izuku looked flustered as usual seeing you shirtless, he loves it desperately. Carefully, you lined up your boobs against his cock to do a nice tit fuck, maybe even using your mouth as well.

His moans being so pure to the moment, the friction between the both of you.

“Fuck.. babygirl, your tits are so soft.. ah.. hah..”

You giggled at this and while giving him a pleasant tit fuck, you put his cock in your mouth. Making him a little overstimulated, you loved it. You were taking a nice bit of him down your throat while using your soft chest to your advantage.

“You think you can do two rounds baby? I really want you to cum all over my tits and face.”

He’d talk in between moans.

“I-I can.. hah.. I’d love to cum right now, b-baby please faster, I’m almost t-there..”

You loved his pleading, but because you loved it, it was time you gave him this opportunity to cum all over you. You starting going faster and eventually he came just like that all over you.

“C-cumming.. f-fuck! Ahh..hah.!”

Strings of sticky hot cum was all over your body, you had stuck out your tongue as well and caught some. You were a mess, he loved it do desperately.

“Ahh.. s-sorry baby.. I didn’t know how much I-i”

You stood up immediately and kissed him, during the kiss you sat back in his lap. Moaning in between kisses, gasps for air. Eventually you pulled off for a moment and giggled.

“It’s more than okay babes, I love when your this pent up, makes it’s more fun for the both of us, more cum for me to enjoy.”

Caressing his cheek, you slowly took off your bottoms and panties. He helped you ever so slightly, grabbing on to your body.

Slight moans fill up the room, kisses all over the place as you undress. You both have needed this desperately.

“You do things to me babygirl..”

You giggled once again at his words again. Once you got all your clothes off, you straddled his hips and positioned yourself onto him. Slowly going down on him. It felt amazing.

“H-ah.. b-baby… you’re so t-ti-tight…I can’t re-restrain myself.. hah… p-please m-move…”

The pleading made this even more enjoyable, to the both of you, he knew it excited you. With a simple nod of your, you moved your body up and down slowly continuously on his length.

The sounds of your wetness, Izuku’s cum along with your saliva made the sweetest plopping sounds. He eventually moved his hands back on to your lower waist grabbing it firmly and also slamming you down on him

Moans filled the room, and you just loved seeing his lewd face, seeing your husband, again the number one hero at your mercy.

You could just cum right now thinking about it, but the fact it’s happening right now and better than ever made hanging on for a while longer so much more enjoyable. Eventually the pace increased.

“F-fuck! I-izu.. a-ah.. har-harder!”

Moans, whimpers and groans echoing throughout the house. He took your request to heart and started being more rough while pounding into to you. He loved watching your body move on him, especially seeing your chest bounce in his face.

Getting fucked like this was a dream to you, Izuku is definitely not as dominant as he seems to be, but man did you love it when he had this pent up energy to just rail you, but also doing so while you are in charge still.

“I-izu! I-I’m about— t-to cum..!”

You yelped while continuously going up and down on his cock, but also with Izuku moving his hips and slamming you onto him with great speed and force.

“C-cum with me b-baby.. hah… do it for me sweetheart..!”

Higher pitched moans filled the room once more and one loud moan released from the both of you. He came inside of you, and you came on his cock. He loved it just as much as you did. He’s never bred you before, but he knew it’s something you wanted to happen.

“Ahh.. hah… I-Izuku… I- I missed you.. so.. so much..”

Hugging him while he was still inside of you. He giggled and comforted you with a warm and gentle hug back.

“I-i.. missed you too my love, I promise we will have our own time more often.. hah..”

Both of you still out of breath from the hottest sex you’ve both had in a long time with each other.

“I love you, so much.”

He kissed your forehead moving your hair out of your face.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and we can relax. This will be our time babe, I’ll be taking tomorrow off.”

He smiled at you, he felt bad for taking to much time away from you. He loved his job, it’s something he’s worked for, for most of his life.

But it’s good to put the important people first, take the chances you can with that special person. You smiled and nodded at him.

“Mhm!”

You eased yourself off of him and both of you started walking to the bathroom to take a nice relaxing shower together.

“Can we watch a Disney movie!! There’s this one film that I’ve seen on Disney plus but never sat down to actually watch it.”

Excitement you felt just remotely spending time with him. He laughed and felt so lucky to have you as his wife.

“Haha! Of course babe, anything for you.”

— [ Time skip after the shower! ] —

You both dried off and got some comfortable pjs on, of course you put on only some panties and one of Izuku’s all might shirts, it was pretty big on you but that made it even better.

As soon as you both get settled down, you both laid in bed snuggling together while watching [Fav Disney film] basically though you fell asleep half way through the movie.

Izuku was still watching until he noticed you were out. He laughed to himself in awe and kissed your cheek and turned off the TV.

“Good night sweetheart..”

And just like that, a night I’d say successful in a wholesome and sexy way…

————- ♡︎ ————-

A/n: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! My first actual smut on my blog!! ^w^ I love me some Izuku content <3

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 2 months

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★。／ falling in love with you ＼。★

ask: this was a request! but I can't find the ask on my old blog, but I do know that it was a quirkless!assistant!reader with midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso, monoma, and kendo. I did cut off monoma and kendo since I feel like I don't know enough about their characters, if that's ok!

pairing: midoriya x gn! reader, todoroki x gn! reader, bakugo x gn! reader, shinso x gn! reader (separate)

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 3,722

tw: none, wholesome fluff with some swearing on bakugo's section

notes: this had taken a really long time on my original blog, so im happy to finally be able to share it, if you're from my OG blog, and you were waiting, im sorry it took so long! and since I can't get back into my old blog anymore (I lost the password), please resubmit your asks at anytime and ill try to get to them asap!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

~the meeting~

You’re first introduced to Class 1A/1B as a stand-in for a sparring partner in hand-to-hand combat. It was better - in Aizawa’s opinion - for you to brush up on your skills while also putting his students in a more hands-on approach to learning. You stand before the class, ready.

You challenge whoever is confident with their skills so far to come forward and fight you. Over your shoulder, Aizawa stands huddled in his sleeping bag. He isn’t too worried, he trusts your abilities to handle his class, and besides, you needed to grow to tolerate them quickly.

None of the students wanted to fight you at first.

There was at least one of their close friends that teased them because they had noticed you staring at them out of all the other blue-clad students. So, of course, to avoid further embarrassment, they step forward to be the first example.

The rules are simple. No quirks. Just simple hand-to-hand. The first to pin the opponent for at least half a minute is the winner of the exercise.

I. midoriya

~ after the meet ~

Izuku really didn’t want to fight you

He didn’t know your strengths, your weaknesses, your quirk, your skill set, how powerful it was versus what it looked like, etc. (cue the nerdy rambling). He had no notes on you!

Izuku had seen you in class every once in a while when he wasn’t busy. You sat by the teacher’s desk grading papers and sometimes assisting Aizawa by running errands or taking over while he took a nap on the floor. But based on your stature and appearance and the fact you were wearing a school uniform, you seemed to be a student as well.

That leads to plenty of interesting theories about you!

“I think they’re a villain!” Kaminari said light-heartedly. It sounded like a rather malicious thing to suggest, Izuku thought, despite his wider grin. “In like… a rehab program or something.”

“Why would they send a villain to a school for a rehab program though?” Iida pulls his drink from his mouth. “It’d be much more likely they be put on community service or in more safe environments.”

Izuku looks across at you.

You’re sitting away from the teachers at the moment, trading notes with a girl in class 2C, laughing as you both scribble away and discuss some class that he can’t quite hear. You wave her off before moving down the table to another group who are slurping ramen over a table full of messy textbooks and broken pens. Izuku knew these kids to cause enough trouble for everyone, but they push aside their bowls and utensils and kick off their bags so they can let you sit with them.

Hm.

Have you always looked so pretty from this far away?

~ falling in love with you ~

My boy falls hard and fast… save him…

Izuku always pays attention during a class, but he always tries to pay a little more attention when it’s you that’s teaching <3

After assisting Aizawa for a few weeks into the term, Momo asked who you were. In all the “excitement” of having to shephard a class of hormonal superheroes around, you had forgotten to introduce yourself!

He pulls out his hero notebook and begins taking detailed notes on you

[Y/N L/N], your power stats and small doodles of you in the bottom corner. Some more detailed, some awfully sketchy, but he never feels he got it quite right

Aizawa pats your head and dismisses you from your teaching duty for the day

For the rest of the class you resign yourself to your desk and join the students in learning the next emergency protocol

He thinks you might be looking away when he glances at you

Are you looking at him too?

You’ve ruined him, he’d swear on it. He can’t help it, just by looking at you. The swell of your hips when he can see you walking in front or behind him, the way your eyes light up if he even gains the confidence to talk about his hero notebooks with you, the little shocks he gets when your knees touch on the floor of his dorm room. Or maybe he finds you distracting in some way? Your voice drags him from each lecture, even if it’s not aimed at him. Your smile lures him in. He’s sure you have to have a quirk somehow, hidden there that you haven’t told him about yet.

Do you find him as distracting as he finds you?

Among his many nervous habits, a new one is born. What is it? Well, drawing you in his notebook.

It’s during one of these very creepy-sounding moments that he remembers he never actually asked you what your quirk was. Nor had he seen it in action before

Other people had wondered about it before, but no one had an answer

So he asks you

You laugh.

It’s almost shocked, but partly sad. You tell him, quite simply, that you’re quirkless. And that Aizawa gave you the position in 1A because you were willing to become a teaching assistant on the side. Though you suspect it’s favouritism, he wants you to have a good education, UA is a nice place, he’ll be close by in case any shit goes down.

If anything Izuku falls even more in love with you. Hearing you ramble with him about your favourite heroes, how you want to be your own hero even if you can’t do the same things as they can, and you’re still here talking to him.

You’re one of the first people he tells about All Might passing on his quirk to him. He’s worried you might be envious of it, or hate him for lying his way into UA, but you beam at him and assure him he’ll be the best Number One Hero you’ve ever seen.

Yeah, he’s definitely fallen a bit harder, if the sweaty palms and nervous heart skip is enough to go off of.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now imagine this poor, sweet, innocent broccoli-head of a boy finally falling in love with you! He’s smitten with you

But now he’s watching you interact with his classmates interact with you a little more closely

He doesn’t mind of course, he knows everyone loves your personality and just the feeling you give off. It makes them feel warm and safe and you being quirkless limits any sense of a threat to those who are more sceptical

What he doesn’t like is that he knows some of them fancy you

Some of them love you

He begins studying harder, training harder, works out more so he can make sure he can hear your sweet praises and warming smiles

Any “good job!” and “i’m so proud!” you can offer him is cherished. He cherishes you

So he gathers his courage to try harder just for you, so you can think of him as your number one hero!

Now the only question is; do you cherish him?

K. bakugo

~ after the meet ~

An unbridled opportunity to inflict pain on an (admittedly) attractive stranger?

Fuck yeah

Quirk or no quirk, he was going to absolutely destroy you. He was sure of it!

Shitty hair said you looked oddly familiar, but who cares?

Katsuki had seen you around in the dormitory building, of course, he never paid you much attention. You were wearing a uniform, so he guessed you were a student. He thought you were boring.

Pretty, but boring.

Not that he was looking, shut up–

Maybe if he kicks your ass a bit he’ll stop getting so distracted

Or…:

Are you fucking kidding?

You kicked his ass! Barely breaking a sweat!

One minute he’s preparing to just kick you in the gut and land a right hook to your face, but then he steps into the field where white lines have been drawn and you smile at him. You wish him good luck and bow before getting into a fighting stance.

He draws a blank after that. Sure, he lands the first kick, but gets your thigh instead so you skid across the pitch. Then you effortlessly sidestep his next swing and he just wants to blast your face off in embarrassment.

Then, most painful of all, you punch him right in the gut and kick him until he’s down.

He’s butt-hurt, as expected and refuses to even look at you.

Shitty hair slaps his shoulder and laughs as he joins the rest of the class. You brush dust off your uniform and prepare to fight Mina next.

“That was something huh?” Kaminari jests, snickering. “I should’ve gotten that on camera.”

Katsuki decides just then that he’s going to make your life hell for what you’ve done.

~ falling in love with you ~

He’s not falling in love with you, shut up-

Ok so he’s a grouchy boy anyway right so of course he’s not going to admit it as quick as the others

In fact he makes it a goal in life to annoy you enough until you hate his guts, then he might feel better about wanting to grind your face into the pavement

He kicks your chair out when you go to sit so you slam into the floor, shut the door to the classroom in your face, shoves you in hallways at every chance he gets, and even becomes so petty he begins stealing your favourite snacks and drinks out of the fridge and cupboards

Smug bastard even devours them in front of you just so you know that it was him

He hates them but that doesn’t stop him!

And - as much as he doesn’t want to admit it - he kinda hates the small flicker of disappointment that flutters behind your eyes before you offer to go on a snack-run for everyone on your way

Dammit!

He makes it sound like your idea that he stalks alongside you to the grocery store.

“You’d probably get lost if someone wasn’t around to hold your hand,” he’d mock you. If you inquire if he’d hold your hand around the store, he’ll definitely leave you behind. Don’t tempt him. And if you laugh he’ll walk back to the dorms and leave your ass to wonder where he went, searching through aisles for him. He knows you would.

Begrudgingly, he knows somewhere in him won’t let him abandon you there. What part? No idea but he hates it.

Which is why he is now escorting you on the seventh snack-run of the month. You push the trolley around because even with all your begging he won’t do it. Shopping list in hand you throw in bags of snacks and surprise treats for your classmates.

You have everything stacked up now. Popcorn for movie nights, and each person’s specific sweets, but instead of heading towards the cashiers, you’re turning towards the scoop-and-weigh section.

“Oi, dumbass!” Bakugo doesn’t follow after you at first, and he doesn’t care that people are turning to stare at him. “Cash register is that way!”

“I know that.” You smile and disappear behind the aisle. He really has no choice but to drag his feet to follow. When he comes around the side you’re scooping a bag full of honey-roasted almonds - ones he knows you hate but his mouth waters at.

“What are you getting those for?” He curses how soft his voice is now, but he can’t help but wonder why you’re buying them now.

“They’re your favourite, right?” You respond.

“Yeah?” How did you even know that?

You must be reading his mind with some hidden quirk or something, because you quickly explain that you had questioned Kirishima about the hidden stash in the cupboards one time and he had told you almost immediately. So, why not grab some more when you noticed that his stash was getting low?

Without letting him answer you walk past him to the checkouts. He watches after you, mouth dry. He can’t even think of an insult for you right now.

Fuck!

~ fighting for your attention ~

He still won’t admit it to himself so don’t expect a massive, dramatic confession from him (…yet)

No, he’s willing to fight anyone and everyone who wants your affections from the sidelines

Someone looks at you a little too long? (Punch them)

Someone touches your shoulder during a PE class? (Make their life hell)

Deku asks for your help on an essay and you respond with an all-sweet smile that just rubs him the wrong way? (Kill him - but not actually)

Jealousy is a dangerous game for Katsuki

(He’s not jealous don’t even ask—)

He’s willing to completely flip the tables so that maybe you’d notice that something’s different: he doesn’t kick your chair out anymore, or eat your snacks, or try to fight you in the hallways

Instead he does all of that for pretty much everyone else—with exceptions for Kirishima of course

Anything so he can deny that he’s gone the slightest bit soft for you when you both sit in the common room and eat your respective snacks, talking about some annoying classmate that had pissed him off for the fourth time that day

And god dammit, won’t you just notice that he appreciates you?

S. todoroki

~ after the meet ~

Now, my first question is, is it vague curiosity or a drive to urge his strength forward that makes Shoto fight you?

It’s the strength training, he reasons

He doesn’t need it of course, he’s capable enough, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with himself that that could be the only reason

And no, it’s definitely not because he can see you giving him a curious look over the heads of his classmates, and certainly, not because Kaminari gives him a knowing grin because even he can see you staring at him

So he puts himself forward as a volunteer

For the training… sure

Even after you lose to Todoroki he’s courteous about it. You both bow out of respect and he rejoins the line. After that he doesn’t expect to see you very much after that, perhaps never again. He thinks, despite the theories, you might be a student-teacher from a different academy.

But no, the next week you show up to their regular classes. And not long after that, you’re both working on group and pair projects together.

Like today, it’s theory. Emergency Evacuation in a Disaster. You pick some form of ‘emergency’ and then plot out an essay with detailed instructions for evacuation for the project. Simple. You pick a disaster and begin the essay.

You ask him questions in between, just general small talk, asking how his day is and the like. But he appreciates it. He knows that you know who he is and yet you just ask him normal questions. (Let’s say this is before his arc to make friends.)

You praise him for his strength in your battle and it makes his heart pound. Is he sick? What does this mean?

What do you mean when you say you like his company? How does he get you to stop? He doesn’t like not being in control of how his heart is beating.

~ falling in love with you ~

I don’t think that originally it would be obvious to you that he fancies you

He’d be courteous at first, hold the door for you, compliment things about you, pull out your chair or save you a seat at lunch, it’s simple little things

You don’t notice of course, you just think he’s being nice

But to literally everyone else, it’s so obvious to them that he’s already completely smitten with you. He barely talks to anyone else… and yeah he doesn’t talk much with you either but he tolerates your company more than others

And he’s a gentleman so why would he outright say anything?

(That’s the reason and not that he’s afraid to, yeah totally-)

So instead he sits and listens to your conversations

It’s not your fault he’s having a bad day, but at the moment he’s giving the cold shoulder to everyone in 1-A.

That doesn’t stop you from dragging your chair up to his small desk during your break and eating there with him. He doesn’t tell you to leave, because he doesn’t think he can. He just watches you pull out utensils and begin to eat. He hasn’t even bothered with his own food, he can feel a pit swallowing his stomach, like he couldn’t cram anything in there if he wanted to.

“Bad day?” you ask, like you couldn’t already tell. “Don’t wanna talk about it?”

He nods at you. He can’t lie. And he sure as hell can’t ignore you.

“I understand,” you give a thoughtful hum, eating a bite of your food. “My day was pretty crappy too. It gets like that sometimes, you just gotta keep going. You can’t stop living just because your head’s a bit heavy.”

He didn’t ask for your advice, and maybe before that would’ve bothered him that you didn’t stop talking, but now he can’t find it in him to be frustrated. His annoyance deflates at your presence. You radiate this homely comfort he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Shoto goes through the effort of pulling out his food, just so you might feel better about it.

He forces out the words;

“And your day? Tell me about it… please.”

~ fighting for your attention ~

Now shoto is less likely to actually try and confront others about their shared affections

In fact in normally takes him a good while to officially realise that he loves you

But pretty soon he just begins to seek you out more

As he grows more social, earns new friends and becomes accustomed to everyone, you work with him closely to help him learn social cues and overcome his trauma

He comes to like touching you, whether it be a hand on his head, touching knees in the dorms, a simple hug, or you leaning on him until you fall asleep on him during the winter. He feels comfortable with you

But with this realisation comes one more;

He wonders if he could handle going back to living without you

H. shinso

~ after the meet ~

Now, shinso’s quirk is pretty hard to implement in a fight, which is why he mainly prefers hand-to-hand

Overall, he feels tired, if not a little bored, by the spar with you

He hadn’t noticed you at all before this lesson in 1C, but his teacher had said that you were helping by moving down from 1A

Why, he couldnt figure out

But nonetheless, he finds you watching him while waiting to spar you in your first physical education class together, so he volunteers

And he quickly gets disqualified–

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but almost as soon as he begins the fight, you overwhelm him.

What you lack in a visible quirk, you make up for in speed, kicking and jabbing and ducking away before he can get a hit in. It’s when he finds you hovering over his shoulder, about to throw a punch to his face, that he panics and asks for your name.

A bit confused, slowing down a little bit, you give it to him, and almost as quickly, you’re under his control. The teacher immediately barks at him to release his control, and he obliges, but he’s still disqualified and you’re given an instant win. When you stumble, regaining your own self-control, you look up at him in bemusement.

But you don’t look scared at all, instead you smile at him.

“Brainwashing? That’s a pretty cool quirk, huh?”

You confuse him, and he’s not sure if he likes it yet.

~ falling in love with you ~

After you move down to 1C to work on your General Hero courses, you begin to grow closer with Shinso

You don’t think that his quirk is any different to the others at UA, which he is somewhat confused by

‘Some of these guys can set people on fire! Brainwashing doesn’t sound too different to the others you see here’, was your only explanation whenever he asked about it

Overtime, you become one of his only friends in 1C, he tolerates you

He spends most of his time with you, studying, eating, talking, he helps you write papers on general hero practices, telling you about his history with children being scared of his ‘villain quirk’

All things considered, he trusts you, and i dont think he could say that for many other people at UA

You both sit cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room. He very rarely decorates it, but you begged him to let you set up the fairy lights and little cat decals that were meant for his wall. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

So that’s what you’ve been doing, arranging kitties on the wall over his desk. Cute little art pieces that resemble grey and calico cats.

Meanwhile, he’s studying on his floor, laying back and occasionally sneaking glances at you to see if you’re tangled in the lights. Soon enough you have them strung up nicely in the corners of his dorm-room, sending soft gold light over his purple hair. He doesn’t move until you lay on the floor beside him, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you think?” you ask, leaning up on your elbows to admire your handiwork.

He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at you, taking in the view of your side-profile.

“They look nice.”

Shinso isn’t talking about the lights.

~ fighting for your attention ~

Listen, usually Shinso absolutely hates using his quirk for anything out of villain fights, because if he does he feels like he reinforces the idea that he might be a villain too

But, when it comes to you?

He’s relatively tame at first, he doesnt get too jealous or overprotective as someone else might (cough, bakugo, cough), but it doesnt mean that he doesnt need reassurance sometimes

If it gets to the point that another one of your suitors is making you uncomfortable, then by all means, hes asking them what theyre doing and forcing them to walk away

And afterwards, having that little moment of supposed villainy feels worth it

Just keep smiling at him

im sorry this took so long!

I hope you guys enjoyed

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