#ochako smut

[hebewebe]

Infidelity - U.Ochako

"Wait.. We, ah~ we shouldn't do this.." you gasped between short hot breaths, your grip on her breasts tightened a little, and she released a small moan in response. "Ochako," you whined and arched your back into her hands and she stopped making out with you to look you in the eyes, "If this..." she took a breath before continuing her speech, "If this is about Deku then don't worry about him, he's probably out with other girls all over him right now. So don't worry about him and let me make you feel good, yeah?" the brunette wasn't wrong. Denki invited the guys for a "guy's night out" meaning they were all probably gonna hit up a strip club and get drinks, possibly get laid in the process. The feeling of something vibrating up against your core dragged you out of that soon-to-be negative train of thought and into pure bliss, "Ah~ Ch-Chako, oh god... please!" you whimpered letting your head fall onto her shoulder as she pulled your underwear down and off your legs. She removed the vibrator from between your thighs and kissed her way down from your lips to your thighs whispering degrading words down, "Don't know why you picked him when you could've had me this whole time." she whispered against the shell of your ear, "What does he have that I don't? That loser's not even your type anyways." she grumbled out of jealousy and she finally reached her way down to the doughy heaven that's your thighs, she picked the vibrator back up and put it on the third highest setting. "Oh!~ Koko yes!" you squealed out moving your hips towards her. "Calm down pretty girl, I haven't even touched you yet and you're already acting like a whore." she smiled at you one last time before she finally dove down to eat up anything that left your pussy, lewd slurping sounds filled the air as she replaced the pink vibrator with her own manicured thumb letting her index and middle finger enter inside you while her other hand grabbed the fat where your ass meets your thigh. "Doing so good f'me pretty, and I haven't even put the strap on yet." she giggled into the hot wetness that's your cunt. Gods, it felt like she was reaching everywhere, well where your boyfriend couldn't reach that is. A few more works of her tongue and the soft circles her thumb made on your clit had you arching your back off the soft satin sheets and raising your hips into her face while she greedily lapped up your juices. Babbles of incoherent words fell from your lips as you praised her and she rutted her pussy into the mattress that belonged to you and your boyfriend, you gasped for air as you came down from your blissful orgasm. "Koko?" you breathed out, she looked up from between your thighs; dark lust-filled eyes stared back at you with neediness only you could fulfill, she swallowed the rest of your juices and finally spoke, "Y-yeah?" she stuttered, "I... I wanna go down on you too," you spoke with confidence. "Ok but I wanted to try out this new strap-on I bought, is that ok with you?" she asked you, "How big is it?" you questioned. "Seven and a half." she stated, "Ok well how about I go down on you, and then we can try out the strap?" you compromised, "Mhm yeah ok, I'm ok with that," she said as she got up off her knees and laid down on her back, "No I want you on your stomach, Koko." the brunette's cheeks burned an even brighter red as she rolled over on her stomach and arched her back, you crawled up behind her and got on your elbows and licked a stripe up her cunt, watching her mewl as her pussy clenched around nothing. "So pretty Koko..." the embarrassment flooded into her cheeks and she pushed her pussy up to your face, "G-get on with it already.." she mumbled wiggling her hips towards your face. "Hold on now, I gotta show her some love too." you giggled at her, leaning closer to her cunt you breathed on her pussy watching it clench around nothing, you kissed around her thighs and on her labia collecting the juices on your lips. Finally getting enough of just teasing her you finally started lapping at her pussy, collecting juices on your tongue, bringing your hand up to her clit to draw circles on it you could hear Ochako getting more vocal. "Oh! R-right there!~ Ah it feels good~" she moaned out for you, you started picking up the pace and soon enough she cummed all over your face while you happily licked her up during her blissful moment. "O-ok you, you can back up now.." she gasped out of breath. Following her wishes, you got up and back away and into the headboard, watching her scramble up and off the bed and instead to the bag she brought with her you watch as she indeed does pull out a pink glittery seven-and-a-half-inch dildo with a bottle of lube to go with it. "Been planning this for a while huh?" you muse with her and watch her face go an even brighter red if that's even possible. "Kinda yeah.." she admits, finally she crawls over to you and you go on your back and spread your legs. "No, I want you on your stomach." she demands from you, the sudden dominance catching you off guard, "Oh uh okay.." You flip yourself over and go into doggy style, you hear the bottle cap pop open, and then followed by the squirting sound of lube being poured onto the dildo, Ochako rubs in the lube and puts the bottle away. "You ready?" she asks you again with the same confidence, you nod your head that's tucked into the pillow and arch your ass into the air. The cold feeling of lube grazing around your cunt makes you moan out for the female behind you and you hear her chuckle as she slowly pushes herself inside, after what seems like an eternity you gasp at the feeling of being full. "Oh Koko..~" you whine out for her as your knuckles clench the bedsheets beneath you, she starts with slow and deep thrusts until she's reaching places not even your boyfriend could reach, she places her hands on your lower back and thrusts into harder and faster than before. Hours pass and honestly, you're practically brain dead; nothing but a moaning, crying mess before you squirt all over her and she cums from the stimulation of the hilt rubbing against her clit, she flops down beside you just as exhausted as you are before you hear the front door of your apartment open and your boyfriend makes his usual announcement of him coming home. A few minutes are sat in silence as you both try cleaning yourselves up and putting away all evidence of your infidelity before you both crawl back into the bed and nearly fall asleep before you hear the front door opening.

#ochako x y/n #ochako #my hero academia #my hero imagines #my hero headcanons #ochako x reader #fem!reader #deku #deku x fem!reader #deku x you #deku x reader #smut #fluff #angst #deku angst #ochako smut #uraraka x y/n #bnha ochaco uraraka

[prettyboykatsuki]

who's gonna touch you like me? | u. ochako

♡ tags ; afab but gn!reader (though reader kinda reads masc), reader wearing boxers, cunnilingus, f2l, ochako is a little bratty, reader hooking up with someone else is mentioned, reader is taller, confessions, so many petnames for ochako from reader, subby!ochako, college/ no quirks au, 18+

♡ wc ; 2.5k (don't even wanna talk about it)

♡ a/n ; watch as one deadbeat projects for over two thousand words. ochako i want to fuck you so bad. title from weeknd song.

♡ synopsis ; no matter how estranged you and ochako's relationship feels, she always leans on you in the end.

She only calls you if she needs you.

She's been like that for as long as you've known her. Independent to a fault, to the point you can count the times on your hand she's willingly called for your help. She's hardheaded and stubborn, with a sense of sweeping responsibility that's guided her into her college career.

Weak isn't a word for Ochako. Physically and mentally, she's not the type to get meek over anything. Even if she fails, and even if it's excruciating - she pushes through. Sees everything to the end, capable to a fault. Even as you parted ways in high school, you observed that part of her on the sidelines. Unchanging and unbending, you probably can't think of a single person who works harder than she does.

Even after your relationship got estranged for some inexplicable reason, you were always the person she went to. On the other end of the line, quietly humming as she vented her poor little heart out. Sometimes those were the only conversations you had. Whatever weird tension between you two never manages to settle down.

But Ochako will always turn towards you if she needs something. You don't mind it. You don't mind her being needy at all, really the whole thing is exciting. The prettiest girl to walk across campus leans her head on your shoulders. Cries into your neck when things get hard, asking for soft touches in a way that's all but free of scrutiny. There's nothing platonic about it, you know.

But she doesn't. You don't especially mind that, comfortable in keeping her in your arms. At arms length where she depend on you slowly.

She only calls you when she needs you. You don't think that's such a bad thing, even if everyone else does.

That's why when Ochako calls you to her empty dorm room near 1am, you rub the sleep out of your eyes to go see her. You already know what she's asking for when she drops the details that her roomates out for the weekend, and a cute picture of her bare skin.

When you knock on her door, she's already painted in a blush. She doesn't waste time in dragging you into her room, mouth giving you a needy kiss without saying hello. You only push her away to give her a wry smile, hands on her shoulders.

"What happened to sayin' hi?" You grin. She gives you a flush look but doesn't say anything. Her arms end up around your neck. On her tiptoes trying to meet you half-way. Your hands sneak under her shirt, sitting at her waist.

"Mm," She rubs her cheek against your chest "Hi,"

"Hi, beautiful." You greet. Your hands smooth down her hips, palming her ass "Missed me?"

She tenses at the tone of your voice, already dripping in a sense of self satisfaction you know gets on her nerves. Still, she yields to you this time, nodding her head. Her hair falling in her eyes, already distant.

You dip down, hand cupping her cheek. Drawing your thumb along her lip, she parts her mouth for you. A feeling of warmth surges through your body as she closes around your thumb.

"Pretty girl." You whisper, pressing down on her tongue "My pretty girl."

She lets out a whimper, her hands tightening on the front of your shirt. You know if you keep her waiting much longer, she'll paw at you like there's no tomorrow. Instead, you drag her up to her twin size mattress.

She gets comfortable in bed. Everything about her is pink and girlish and sweet. Her bedsheets printed with daises and her shirts baby pink. In her bed and underneath you, she's pliable. Already expectant, she wraps her arms around your neck once more and drags you down above her. She likes being close

Her kisses are desperate. She wraps her legs around your waist, practically throwing herself at you. You can't stop your thoughts from running off to how cute she is like that.

"What's got you like this?" You question, pulling away breathless. You don't leave her unattended, kissing the soft edge of her jaw - the place where her neck meets her ears. Lingering on her pulse She tilts her head up to give you better access to her. All flesh and all want.

"Dunno. Just," Her breathing is rushed "Missed you."

"Hm?" You say, interested piqued. You soften your voice to a whisper, letting the warmth dance across her neck "For me?"

You let your eyes peek up at her through your lashes and she's look at you. Big doe eyes all full of feelings. It makes you remember when you two were much younger, and much more innocent and you kissed for the first time. How she couldn't look at you the same and how she stumbled all over herself trying to keep things afloat.

Suddenly the air feels extra thick, but you don't tense. She frightens so easy. If you push her, she'll retreat. That's just how she is, so you simply smile. You don't console her, just look.

"Y-yeah. For you."

"That so." You muse. You cup her tits through her shirt, your hands squeezing the fat between your palms and she whimpers "That's nice."

She looks at you pleadingly and you give her a knowing grin. She'll have to come to you on this one thing, she knows.

"You're so mean to me."

"Thought you liked it."

"That's not what I mean." She insists. It falls on deaf ears, really. You busy yourself with pulling her shirt up. She lets you take it off, takes her bra off with it.

You think it always but she's pretty all over. The muscles in her body show but she's still so soft everywhere. Her tits fit sweet in your hands, and you get to see all of her. Strong but perfectly pudgy against you, flush. You want to bite every inch of her skin, preoccupied by the thought.

Groping her a little harder, you flick her nipples while she lays back. She whines at the sensation.

"If you have something you wanna tell me," You lets your lips brushes against her bare breasts, mouthing closing around her nipples. You tug very gently with teeth, sucking slight before pulling off "You have to use your words, yeah?"

"It's hard."

"You're so spoiled, baby." You coo. Her hands fly over her face to cover it as you suck on her tits. Arousal pierces through you listening to her moan, head filled with thoughts of how wet she must be already "Always want me to make it easy for you, don't you?"

She looks like she's going to cry. A sadistic part of you kind of wants her too. How pretty she'd look getting fucked through tears. Her mix of emotions, how vulnerable she is in front of you.

It's a little mean to tease her like this. You already know what this is about because even she's slow on the uptake you aren't. You wonder what triggered it though. Why some random Saturday night is the thing that brought her to this conclusion.

"I don't like it." She huffs, squirming under you "I don't like it."

"Don't like what, sweetheart?"

"They were talking about you. Earlier. How you... did stuff with them."

You try to avoid sleeping with anyone in Ochako's direct circle so this comes as a surprise. The genuine shock must read on your face because she softens just a little.

"Who was?"

"M-mina."

Your eyes widen. You didn't know they knew each other. You did hook-up not that long ago, an inebriated entanglement.

"It never bothered you before." You say lightly, curious.

"That was before." She says, like it's something obvious you should've known from the start "It made me...upset."

"Yeah? And why's that?"

She flushes again, mouth clamped closed and you can't stop yourself from laughing. You let her simmer for a while, squeezing and touching her skin. Trailing down her stomach, open mouth kisses until you settle yourself between her legs.

She's not wearing pants, just panties. Thin and lacy - you can see the wet patch of arousal. You drag your thumb along the seam of the fabric. She shivers, clamping her hand between your thighs. Her gaze hardens.

"Because. You're...mine."

The words are clumsy out of her mouth. Said in a rush, too embarrassed to be said with confidence. Just hearing it makes you giddy. It's cute how desperately she tries to put her foot down in front of you, the serious pinch in her brow.

Instead of saying anything, you pull her legs apart - freeing your hand. Mouth pressing against the crease of her thighs, all along her navel and gently at her clothed cunt until she's trembling. You drag her down, closer to you - pressing your tongue to the barrier between you.

You give it a hard lick, teasing her.

"Yeah? I'm yours? Don't want anyone else to have me?"

She nods her head once, holding her chest. You smile, hooking your fingers in the waistband. Pulling the fabric till it's tugged between her folds, relishing it in how the material darkens. The harsh fabric has her rolling her hips. You pull the elastic in the waistband until it's snapping on her hips, teeth digging into her upper thigh.

"So spoiled," You hum, locking her knees together and pushing them back to roll her panties off her legs. You toss them somewhere on the floor before spreading her legs again, throwing them over your shoulders "In your own little world cause you know I'll give you whatever you want."

She whimpers slightly, as your breath fans against her pussy. You reach a hand over her thighs, spread her lips apart. She's dripping for you, clit peeking out and shiny. You've touched her like this so many times but you never get sick of it.

How could you ever get sick of it when you feel her legs tense on your back, feet arched and toes curled as you gently swipe your tongue along her clit. You know just how she likes it, how much pressure she needs until she's twitching. How deep to bury your face it, nose brushing against navel.

All you can think about it her. The sugar sweet of her bodywash and the linen of her sheets, her thighs squished against your face, the well-kept hair on her mons. How she's so soft all over her body. How she tastes on your tongue, pleasant like clean skin. Your hands grip hard on the tops of your thigh as you feel her over you.

You lift your hips up a little to touch yourself. You don't break away from her, securing her with your arm as you touch yourself too.

She sounds like she's breaking apart for you. Her voice has gone pitchy, hand cupped over her mouth. You go harder just to force her to moan louder, watch with low eyes as her fingers dig into her sheets behind you. Her clit throbs on your tongue, you can feel how close she's getting and you hum slow.

She arches her spine and you know she's getting there. You feel yourself getting there too so you slow, not wanting to be distracted. Her little whimpers grow more broken, hot pants leaving her lips.

Peering up at her makes you horny all over again. How she's holding onto herself, muscles tight. You want to ruin her.

"O-oh, oh, oh 'm—I'm cumming!"

Feeling her cum in your mouth makes you groan hard. You use your hand to keep her pinned down as you tongue fuck her through it, relishing in how weepy she sounds after just one. You're itching to fuck her through it, to overstimulate her until she's a mess.

You only grant her mercy when you get her to the brink. You can feel her cum dripping down your chin as she lays limp in her bed, trembling.

Wiping it up with your thumb, you don't waste any and instead hunch over her to kiss her with in her mouth. Jaw cupped between your fingers, her lips are bitten raw. You let the spit drip into her mouth before kissing her with tongue, pleased with her reactions.

You wrap a hand around her neck gentle.

"... Fuck I can't get enougha' you." You sigh with a raspy laugh "Need to give you more."

"Sensitive."

"I know you can take it," You coo, pressing a kiss to her forehead "If you wanna wait, you can help me cum."

She gives you little sparkly eyes.

"Can I?"

"Yeah. Gonna let me fuck your pretty face?"

She nods.

"I like when you call me pretty. Don't call anyone else pretty." She huffs. You give her a warm laugh, pulling her hands up to your lips and kissing her knuckles.

"You only call me when you need me so I had to keep myself occupied, princess. Don't hold it against me so much."

She puffs her cheeks out and you resist the urge to get back between her legs and fuck her again. Instead you kiss her hairline.

"Switch with me." You hum.

Ochako nods, sitting on her knees as you get comfy. After your propped up on her pillows, you ease your sweatpants off your legs. Ochako settles between them as you take off your boxers too. You can feel how turned on you are. She's looking up at you expectantly.

You reach your fingers out and play with her tongue for a bit before your hands curl around her hair. Pulling it up into a tight ponytail, you maneuver her close to you. The gesture is harsh and it makes her sigh with pleasure.

"Stick your tongue out, sweet girl."

Obedient, she does so. Eyes hazy, you take to guiding her towards you. She likes the force of it. The effort of your hands wrapped in her hair, grinding against her face. You prop yourself up on your elbow, taking pleasure in the sensation of her tongue - controlling the pace and movement. Watching how obediently she lets you do it. Her hands are on both of your thighs, body perched in an arch as you fuck her face like you promised.

Already so worked up, it takes you nearly no time to edge close to it. You can feel the coil in your gut already wrapped so tight start to fray. She whimpers against you and it all starts to undo. A deep groan leaves your chest, forcing her as close as you can as you cum.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

You ride out your high before collapsing. Dropping Ochako's hair and dragging her up until she's on top of you, you gently massage the nape of her neck as she curls up and kisses you. You can taste the two of you mixed together when she does.

"Too hard?" You ask gently. She shakes her head.

"You could've been rougher."

You chuckle.

"Such a pervert, 'chako. What happened to being a good girl in college?" You tease, remembering an old memory of graduation. She flushes, burying her face against your neck. You rub her back.

"You happened. Obviously," She frowns but then melts into you, suddenly shy "I really like you, yanno."

You've known for a long time but hearing her admit it makes you warm. You have a feeling it's gonna be a long night.

"You already know I like you too, don't you, sweet thing? Even if you only call me when you need me."

"Always need you." She mumbles. You grin.

"Yeah? That's perfect, then."

#ochako x reader #ochako smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #writing tag #im on the brink of madness everyday #i want her so much. its . god. #i want to give her everything in the world

[spacecatchako]

Just to Make You Stay- Uraraka Ochako x Reader

Pairing: Uraraka Ochako x Reader Genre: Smut, Reverse Comfort Content Warnings: mild alcohol consumption, ochako and reader are in their 20s, oral sex, vaginal sex, angst in the beginning Word count: 5.2k words

Uraraka finds the comfort that she needs

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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thank you to @honeybunny-sawamura for beta reading!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. After a devastating incident on the coast of Kanagawa, Pro Hero Uravity was given the week off.

She was in her early twenties, a few years after graduating from UA. A dedicated rescue hero employed at Ryuku’s agency, Uravity, was climbing the Japanese Hero billboard charts in a whirl. No doubt the recent incident- an unprecedented disaster in conjunction with a villain attack, the worst incident since the Paranormal Liberation War- caused major destruction of property and cost thousands of lives.

Ochako was down for the count. She had worked overtime, floating debris and evacuating and protecting any civilians that she could. Ochako lost countless hours of sleep on the day of the attack and the week after, and she was exhausted. She hadn’t given herself proper time to grieve for the lives lost, for the people she could’ve saved. While she knew she had done her best, even working herself past her breaking point, the guilt still eroded in her conscience. Why couldn’t she have done more? Shouldn’t she have saved more lives if she was a rescue hero? What about the homes and priceless possessions destroyed? When she heard the final number of casualties, that destroyed her. 

A whole week of overtime and Uravity broke, but she had to keep a strong face- for her boss and the agency.

After years of working together, Ryuku knew her best. 

“Go home, Uravity. You’ve done more than enough for us as is.”

“But-” Ochako protested.

“No buts. You’ve been working overtime all week. I haven’t seen you take a break since you first walked into the agency, even more so with the recent disaster. Take the week off, and get some rest. I’ll see you back at the office next Monday.”

Ryuku did have a point, Uraraka hated to admit. Since graduating from U.A., Uraraka had racked up the most hours out of any of Ryuku’s sidekicks. She’d been training hard in her free time, watching her quirk improve. She’d even perfected a new landing- gravity fall- that allowed her to slowly float objects to the ground rather than have them hit at full impact. This super move wouldn’t have been possible without help from her boss, mentor, and the others employed at the agency. Just refining it alone took a lot of wind out of her.

Deep down, Uraraka trusted her boss. Most of the damage control was done, and they’d also requested backup from Hawk’s and Endeavor’s agencies. She knew that, for now, she could hang up her visor and take a break. Team Ryuku could handle the disaster from here.

After another day of scouting through the rubble, Uraraka returned to the agency. She stripped, showered, and changed out of her bodysuit back into her civilian clothes. She boarded the train back to her humble apartment in metropolitan Tokyo, where leftovers would inevitably be waiting for her. The plan was to eat and collapse in bed, letting the day’s grief wash over her like watercolor over a canvas.

However, the moment that she stepped in and unlocked her door, something felt off. The apartment was too quiet, too lifeless. Uraraka didn’t have any pets or roommates; she made enough money to live on her own. Her home was in the safest part of the city, so she wasn’t worried about anyone breaking in and entering, and she was a pro-hero: any villain would have to be absolutely ludicrous to mess with her. The “off” feeling pertained to the stillness in the room. Uraraka didn’t want to be alone. Any of her coworkers were probably cleaning up the residual mess of the disaster. Her old friends at U.A. were most likely traveling or at work. She needed something new, a warm body to hold. Hero’s work got exhausting, and with the pace that she was keeping, it took a larger toll on her than the average person.

Uraraka stepped in and heated up her katsudon, eating quietly at her kitchen counter. She tossed and turned in her bed for about an hour before giving up on sleep. She pulled out her phone- she’d upgraded from the flip phone she’d carried in high school- and searched for bars near her.

Uraraka never kept any alcohol in the house, and for once, she could use a drink. It wasn’t too late at night, and it was a weekday, so going out alone shouldn’t be dangerous. Pros were still patrolling the streets. She clicked on the directions, then got out of bed to get dressed for a casual night out alone. 

She’d thrown on a baby pink overcoat, a maroon sweater dress, leggings, and combat boots for her brief foray out. The bar in question was near a local University in Shinjuku and was frequented by college students.  It is a weeknight, and the pro didn’t expect it to be busy. She needed quiet, maybe something cold to sip on. Not another night alone in her apartment, with nothing but the trill of the TV to keep her company. 

She walked into the bar with its dim lights and low music. There was a limited amount of patrons, as expected. An array of tables and chairs were in the center on the hardwood floor, with few people chatting lowly. The bartender, a man with white hair and an athletic build, milled around behind the counter, pouring what looked like sake to a single person who sat by the corner. They looked familiar, Uraraka thought. But she didn’t settle much on it as she sat by the counter.

When the bartender settled on her, she ordered a Yamazaki on the rocks and nothing else. This surprised the person a few seats down, who turned to her once the bartender had turned away to grab her drink.

“Hard liquor, huh? Tough night?” You jested. 

Uraraka’s brow wrinkled in distaste as she turned to meet your gaze. She had intended on spending tonight alone after an exhausting day. So it was to her surprise when she turned completely to face you, eyes widening as she recognized you.

“You’re-”

You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Uravity. It’s good to see you.”

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“Your drink, miss,” the bartender murmured, passing her the whisky. But Uraraka was still tongue-tied, looking at you. After all of these years and she saw you again. Your name faltered on her lips, and you smiled wryly. 

“Hi.”

“H-hi.” She replied in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” 

You look at her face- she had bags beneath her once bright brown eyes, which were semi-sunken into her clear skin. The apples of her cheeks were still pink, the same way that they were when you were in high school together. She wore no makeup and to the average person, she would seem plain, but Uraraka was still as beautiful as the day that you met her. Her silky brown hair was tied back into a ponytail- then, her hair had been too short to tie back properly. Her lips were pink and full, a tad agape as she drank you in.

“I go to University a little ways away here. My last class got out a few hours ago and I was keeping my pal Natsu company during his shift.” You explain, gesturing to the white-haired, broad-shouldered bartender from before. 

She blinked, taking a sip of her drink. The bitter whisky would’ve usually gone down like acid, but this time around Uraraka didn’t seem to care.

“How about you?” you ask. “What brings you to this part of town?” 

Uraraka then explains that she’d moved out of her parent’s house and gotten a place in the city after graduating. She’d been living near Shinjuku prefecture and had gotten a job at the Ryuku agency, where she intended to stay until she climbed the hero billboard charts further and made more money. Then, she would have enough to send to her parents and start an agency of her own, maybe teaming up with Deku or Dynamight along the way.

“How are they, by the way?”

“Hmm?” She replied, humming against the glass of her drink. She had been timid around you in high school, an aspiring hero student from Class B, and hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to you much then. You’d exchanged numbers at one point to discuss the battle trial assignment, even meeting up a few times after school to study. However, any connection had fallen through the moment that Uraraka started dating Deku your Senior year. You were happy for her, sure, but there was definitely a mutual attraction there that nothing had ever happened with. You knew she liked him, so you let her go. You felt no malice towards the now Top 5 hero now. Still, sometimes you wondered what things would have been like if you’d stayed in touch with Uraraka. After graduating at U.A. the two of you had gone your separate ways, her to Ryuku’s and you to university to study Quirk Theory.

“Oh- uh…” she hesitates. “We broke up if that’s what you’re asking. Me and Deku. Hah.”

“Ah. I’m sorry,” you reassure.

She musters a sad smile around the rim of her glass. Uraraka is two Yamazaki’s in, and she doesn’t know why she feels the need to elaborate. Something about you, seeing you again, someone that she secretly missed but had never gotten the chance to reach out to, is making her want to be vulnerable. 

“It’s fine. We realized a few months ago that we’re excellent as friends and as a team, but in the long term, dating someone that you work with is hard to manage. We couldn’t see eye to eye on everything, you know?” She glances up at you, eyes shining hesitantly at the sudden vulnerability, and you nod.

“Yeah, I get that. The work of a pro never ends. You guys do so much to keep all of us safe, I can’t imagine that you have time for much else.”

Uraraka purses her lips and nods, taking another sip of her whisky.

“Can I ask you something, Uravity?” You tease. She looks up at you and nods, ponytail bobbing with the vigorous action.

“Does it get lonely? Being a hero, that is. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve stayed with the hero track. You seem to have so much fun sometimes, taking out villains, showing up on TV, doing press conferences. I see your smile on every magazine cover, you know.”

She smiles a genuine smile at this. After all of these years and you were still thinking about her.

“But there has to be more to it. We learned in high school and in the real world that no line of work is as shiny as it seems. So, how does it truly feel to be one of the pros?” You finish.

“I-I’m sorry for probing. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You follow up.

Uraraka shakes her head, dismissing your concerns. The dim light of the bar shines off of the ice cubes in her glass, which clink as she sets her drink down. There’s light in her irises now, and she parts her lips to respond to your inquiry.

“If I’m being honest, that’s why I came here tonight. To get my mind off of things. I love my job, don’t get me wrong. My parents are proud of me. I’m seeing all of my friends in the field, classes A and B, succeed. The country needs us, the world even, and it feels great to know that I’m helping people.” She trails off, the light and enthusiasm in her voice faltering.

“But your supposition is a little bit right, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t trade this job for the world but sometimes it feels like I need a little bit more than this.”

You’re genuinely puzzled at what she’s getting at.

“A little bit more than what?” You ponder gently.

She shrugs, and her cheeks grow pinker, pouting a little bit. You’d always found her expressions adorable and her enthusiasm even more infectious. Her hands are balled into fists, and she opens and closes them a few times.

“Intimacy. It’s hard to balance any sort of intimate… relationship with work.” She confesses, looking down in shame. She looks up at you like she’s expecting you to throw her down and laugh in her face. 

“Uraraka...” you start. “You’re a whole person. A strong, protective, and arguably well-known person, yes.” you affirm. “But you’re still a person. You have needs and wants. It’s okay to yearn for that sort of connection in your life.” You admit, scooting one seat closer. Uraraka doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the extra closeness, and relaxes in her seat, welcoming it, even. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. There’s no shame in wanting something so human. Even if you’re a pro-hero.”

Her brows are scrunched together as you affirm her. Her plush lips are scrunched together as she sets her drink down on the counter, closing the gap between the two of you in a hasty kiss. Your eyes widen in shock at first, lips numb, but then you hesitantly kiss back until she breaks it off.

Uraraka shakes her head at what she’s done, in denial.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I feel like such an idiot, you were just saying all of this stuff and I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorr-”

You cut her off by grabbing the lapels of her coat, kissing her again. She sighs, pink cheeks warm with affection. You can taste the whisky on her breath as her hands go to your biceps. She smells like honeysuckle and the same floral shampoo that she’d used in high school. The fabric of her coat is so soft in your hands.

Uraraka pulls away after that second kiss.

“I think- I think we should get out of here” she confesses, words rushed and out of breath. There are stars in her pretty brown eyes as you agree, calling a car to take you back to her place. Just two old friends, reuniting. Nothing wrong with that.

Poor driver, you think to yourself, as you and Uraraka kiss like teenagers in the backseat. You tug at her ponytail as she shrugs her pink coat off, hands finding your waist as she pulls you closer. The smack of her lips and the flavor of her strawberry chapstick cloud your senses. Her nose brushes yours. She’s desperate, desperate for connection, desperate for the flavor of you among the Tokyo streets. Work was a tired haze and you make her feel alive.

When you get to her apartment she struggles with the lock for a second before welcoming you in. Despite her current disheveled state, she keeps the place clean, you thought. But you don’t have much time to think as the zero gravity hero tosses her coat on the ground and kicks off her shoes. You follow suit. Uraraka grabs onto you, legs wrapping around your waist as she jumps on you. You’re pinned against the now-closed door of her apartment, hands on her waist and butt to support her. Maybe you had had too much sake, but at this moment, you were also drunk on her. 

You somehow manage to scoop her up, bridal style. Her dress is form-fitting, hugging her physique as she curls into you. She gestures to where her room is and you carry her in, setting her down on the bed and pinning her beneath your weight as you kiss like the other is the air that you need to breathe. 

She takes a moment to sit up and strip off her dress, so shes topless in nothing but her tights and a tan bra. Her ponytail has come undone, hair across her face, and you push her hair back, kissing her some more. Your tongue chases hers as she grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer, falling back onto her pink sheets. 

You go with her, on top of her once more.

“Is all of this okay with you? Does everything feel okay?” you verify, pulling away from the kiss.

Uraraka nods enthusiastically.

“Fuck- yes. This feels great. Now get back on top of me so I can have more.” She gasps, kissing you so aggressively that her top lip hits your teeth. You pin her wrists above her head and kiss back, biting her bottom lip. She squeals and moans at the sudden intrusion but bucks her hips against yours.

You kiss lower- across the ridges of her collarbone and down the contours of her shoulders until you reach the top of her breasts. She’s still wearing the bra from before.

“Can I go lower?” you susurrate, stopping. Uraraka nods and scoots her bra over her head, revealing her full breasts and soft brown nipples. They’re already hard from the cold but you start to work anyways, taking the left one and rubbing it between your fingers. Uraraka gasps- sensitive, you can tell- and you lean down to take it in your mouth, flicking her breast with your tongue. Her moans are soft, and her usual adorable face is contorted in pleasure. She guides your head as she wishes and you pull off of her hard nipple, kissing the tip. You switch to her right breast, repeating the same motions while teasing the other nipple with your hand.

“Ah- ah, fuck baby. Feels so good. You feel so good, just keep doing what you’re doing- ah!” she bucks up as you bite her a little. You start to suck the skin above her nipple, taking her breast in your mouth. It’s sure to leave a mark but her clothes should hide it during the day. You nuzzle the hickey that you leave, a purple bloom, and keep kissing down her clavicle and on her stomach. You can’t help but nibble on the areas where she’s plusher. That’s one of the things that you’d always found attractive about Uraraka- after years of training and working out she was considerably muscular, but still soft in some places. It was downright adorable, along with her usual bubbly disposition and animated expressions. But there wasn’t much time to think about that, because you were at her hips, teeth tugging on the waistband of her pants. You hesitate, looking up at her from between her legs, waiting for her signal.

She nods, hands coming up to cover her eyes in embarrassment. 

“Off. Please, take them off.”

You strip her black leggings and socks off, letting them fall in a pile on her bedroom floor. Her thighs and calves are left bare. You kiss the arch of her foot before returning to the spot between her legs, where her panties are visibly soaked. They’re purple with polka dots and white lace. She looks at you through her fingers, her eyes still covered.

A spur of confidence overtakes you, and you lean up to bring her hands down from her eyes.

“None of that, mkay princess?” you tease, kissing her. Her hands are at her sides, face uncovered. She looks flushed, panting. Her gorgeous brown eyes are pools of lust as you claim your lips with hers. She hums, tongue teasing yours like before.

“You’re the prettiest girl doll, you know that? So don’t cover yourself up. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I want to see you from down here, mkay?” You give her a peck on the lips and she smiles a little and nods, hand taking yours. Her left hand holding yours now, you lean back to the neglected spot between her legs. You let go of her grip to wriggle her panties down her legs, leaving them discarded on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

It seems that she wants to close her legs, but you use your hands to keep them open. She isn’t covering her face anymore, looking to see what you do next.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, princess. Okay?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “I’m- I’m just scared, is all. It’s been a while. But please, don’t stop. Keep going.” She whispers, manicured hand cupping your face. You lean up and kiss her soft palm, then dive in. 

You tease her clit with the bridge of your nose, making her gasp. Your eyes meet hers- shes wide eyed, watching your every move. Uraraka Ochako is at your mercy, and she doesn’t seem to be complaining one bit about it. 

You move up so your nose is resting on her mons, tongue darting out between her labia, lapping at her. She bucks up so you hold her down by the thighs, and she gasps. You flick your tongue in and out, darting across her hole. She’s gasping and bucking against your mouth, looking so pretty and helpless. Her bruised chest moves as she bucks, breasts heaving with her breath. The zero gravity hero is normally so strong, so composed and put together and now she’s reduced to putty with her legs spread, pliable beneath your touch.

You hum so she can feel the vibrations, tasting her cream. You change tactics, flattening your tongue down to your chin and moving your head up and down in sweeps, getting her hole and her clit. You move your hands underneath her thighs, bringing her legs up so that more of her is exposed. You switch between sweeps and flicks, paying attention to which reactions each sensation pulls from her parted lips.

Her high voice is usually for expressing enthusiasm and excitement at something new, whether it be a hero mission or an event with friends. You never imagined that you’d hear her like this, moaning wantonly as you ate her out. Uraraka’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She feels so exposed as this, pussy and hole spread for you. She hadn’t shaved, not thinking that she’d be going home with someone tonight. She suddenly feels self-conscious but you don’t seem to mind, nose still buried in her soft brown pubes. 

Uraraka gives you permission to use your fingers and you do, introducing one thick digit into her weeping hole. You lap at her drooling clit, wrapping your tongue around it and sucking gently. Her legs tighten around your head but you do your best to keep her pried apart, pussy spread for you. You love how sour she tastes, the texture of her fluids on your tongue. You’ve introduced another finger into the equation, skin wrinkling with how wet she is. You scissor in and out of her, watching her pussy stretch with each motion. She’s unshaven and her entrance looks so cute, framed by the curls of her brown pubes.

Uraraka is now holding her own legs apart for you, thighs spread. Her brown eyes watch you, awaiting what you’ll do to her next. Her lips are peachy pink, full, and parted, tongue lolling out in her mouth. She is teary-eyed, her brown hair a mess. You’re about to add a third finger when she moans something aloud.

“C-cock, fuck.”

You hum up at her in inquiry, and she repeats her request.

“Fuck- I- I want your cock, baby.” She gasps out, back arching. “Stop fucking around and give me your cock. I need you- i-inside of me.” She thrusts her hips forward, enticing you. You didn’t know that your pretty friend had this in her, this carnal, greedy side. You like it. You nod and reassure her.

“Keep being a good girl and you’ll have my cock stuffed in that tight little pussy of yours, baby. Keep being good.”

You remove your fingers from her and kiss the top of her mons reassuringly. You ensure that her sparkling, wide eyes have met yours when you bring your ring and pointer finger to your lips and make a show of sucking them free of her fluids, wrapping your tongue around your fingers. Uraraka moans at the ministration and you stand, stripping your shirt off and unzipping your pants.

You kneel on the edge of the bed and bring her legs up in a mating press like earlier. With one hand you stroke your member, brushing the fat head of your cock against her waiting, delicious entrance.

“Are you ready for me, princess?” you sigh, kissing her calf. Uraraka nods and you thrust forward, pushing into her until you bottom out. A silent scream tears her throat as you push in more, your girth widening her lips. You press the tops of her thighs down so more of her is spread for you, swearing as you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

She feels heavenly, tight from clenching around your length. Her pelvic muscles are working overtime as you begin to move, hips flush with hers before you pull back, thrusting even harder. Uraraka’s mouth is still open, drooling a tad, eyes glazed over in pleasure as you rock into her with vigor. Her mattress shakes as you keep thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight pussy. 

Your hands grab for hers as you keep the motion, scooting more onto her bed for a new angle. She moans with every thrust, the sounds being knocked out of her as you reach deeper and deeper inside of her. 

You release your grip on her hands and lean up to kiss her, hips still moving. You thrust up as your tongues clash. Uraraka moans. You support your body with your elbows on either side of her, hips pumping. 

“Fuck- pretty girl, keep on moaning for me just like that. That’s it, does that feel good for you?” 

Her eyes are squeezed shut, but Uraraka nods, a hand going down to tweak her sensitive clit. She rubs herself as you thrust, body moving back and forth in tandem with hers. 

“Y-yes. Iss good. It’s so good, y/n, fuck.” She gasps out. She’s trying to meet your thrusts, controlling the angle where you bottom out inside of her. 

“Yeah. You like my cock? Say it” you taunt, reaching a free hand to play with and smack at her right breast. Uraraka moans and clenches at the playful smack. You watch her heaving breasts bounce as you slam into her.

“F-fuck, y/nnnnn” she whines, shrill. She both likes and detests your teasing. It turns her on even more, if anything you can tell by how she jerks into you.

“I- fuck, babe,” she inhales sharply as you press into her, slowing down a little to reach her deeper. “Fuck, I like your cock. Like what you’re doing to me, I-” you cut her off again with a sharper thrust, trying to impale her deeper. “I love your cock baby, fuck it feels sho good.” She moans. You regain some energy and pound her again, every thrust hopefully as loving, affectionate and as rough as you want it to be.

You scramble for her headboard in the dark, looking for an easier way to go deeper, to feel the white-hot tightness of her. You find purchase on the edge and lean up, pistoning into her. She sighs and whines, body going almost limp except for the hand working her pussy.

“Baby i’m gonna- gonna c-” she gasps.

You moan. ���I know sweetheart, I know. I’m getting there too. Just cum, let go-” you gasp “let go whenever you feel like it mkay?” You let go of the headboard to lean down to kiss her, then continue your motions.

Uraraka’s head is thrown back in ecstasy against the pillows. You thrust harder, energy subsiding as the muscles in your legs and glutes go into overdrive. Uraraka tenses her pelvic muscles, calves wrapping around your lower back until she pants harder than before, small thrusts meeting your hips. She moans loudly before releasing your cock from her vice grip, cumming hard around you. She feels so wet and hot and good, the apples of her cheeks rosy from the pressure, arms falling limp as she stops her motions to her clit. You thrust one final time and pull out of her, your cum coating the top of her mons and getting tangled in her pubes. Her hole clenches weakly around nothing as she gasps, recovering from her orgasm.

You sigh and gently take your place next to her at the head of the bed, body wrapping protectively around hers. You reach over her head and grab some tissues from her side table to wipe up your ejaculate, balling up the spent tissues onto her nightstand. The two of you can take care of that tomorrow. Uraraka is still spent, eyes blinking as she readjusts to her surroundings. You smile and kiss her forehead, still sticky with sweat. You lay down next to her, an arm underneath her neck to support her head. Uraraka groans a little, stretching out. She hums and curls into you a little, bare chest pressed against yours. She throws an arm over your back, rubbing up and down your spine reassuringly. Her way of saying thank you, you think. She hums some more and nuzzles your neck, kissing your cheek. You lean down to claim her lips in a proper, chaste peck.

Uraraka blinks open her eyes to look up at you. You can see her star string lights reflect in her pupils. She takes a hand and cups your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. She’s still hazy as well, coming down from her high.

“Y/n?” she asks, voice soft with fatigue.

“Hmm? What is it, pretty girl?” you ask, hand covering hers. Her skin is so soft and warm.

Uraraka yawns, gentle. She smiles softly up at you.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping me company tonight.” She sighs. Uraraka kisses you once more, her lips are so good and plush. You kiss back, indulging in the affection from the girl that you’d secretly longed for for all of high school. 

These kisses feel different. Chaste, sincere, vulnerable. They’re distinct from the ones claimed during your drunken haze. Uraraka seems to be sobering up, and you too. This is a good thing, you think. Shes sobering up and she doesn’t seem to regret this a bit. She still wants you here.

The pair of you clamber under the covers, naked. Your bodies are intertwined. Uraraka offers you some water from the bottle on her nightstand and you accept. Then, you pull her pink comforter onto the two of you, shielding your bodies from the cold of the room. Her breasts press into your chest, the peaks of her nipples softening. This feels good, this feels right, the two of you think. This may have just been a drunken hookup from a bar, but tonight feels safe, like the two of you were meant to find each other in the hustle and bustle and loneliness of life. This is your reprieve from responsibility, your roaring fire at the end of the storm. 

Uraraka nuzzles her face into your neck and you wrap yourself around her closer. You can feel her heartbeat against yours. Your thigh is shoved between her legs, not enough to touch her heat but enough that she can clench around your legs. 

This is enough. You think. This is home.

Uraraka is tired. She got her warm body and her reprieve from work. Even better, she got to reconnect with an old friend, someone whom she thought had forgotten about her.

The two of you can discuss this in the morning. What matters is that you’re both here, right now, at this perfect moment in time. You’re here because you want to be with one another, and nothing is safer than that. 

Uraraka doesn’t have to make you stay, and likewise with you to her. You want her here, right now, and many more times after. 

The curve of her face illuminated by her star string lights is the last thing that you see before you nod off.

“Sweet dreams, Uravity.”

#boku no hero academia #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako uraraka x reader #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #reverse comfort #fluff and smut #selfship #f/o x s/i #mha x reader #ochako smut #uraraka ochako smut #uraraka ochako fluff

[vampeachi]

Hey guys! Big news! I was a part of a BNHA NSFT zine~♡ I did 2 pieces for the main zine but the other preview is too spicy to share!

You can buy the digital zine & merch bundles here!

#sweet talkin #mha smut #bnha smut #iidachako smut #iida smut #ochako smut

[scaram0uchesbae]

Levitating

Sub!ochako x dom!fem!Reader

Warnings: nipple play, edging ,spanking, thigh riding,pet names, cunnilings.

(Rebloggs are appreciated and very welcomed)

It was 3am in the dorms at ua and you were up just scrolling through your phone wondering if your the one who was still up you decided to text your girlfriend seeing if she was up surprisingly she responded quite fast, she said she was up a asked if you wanted to sneak to her dorm witch wouldn’t be that hard because she’s only one floor above you so you put on some comfortable night shoes and quietly made your way to her dorm knocking softly when you arrived, you herd shuffling as she got out of bed and made her way to the door. She smiled as she saw you kissing you on the cheek as you walked in you sat on her bed as she closed and locked the door “ i missed you” I missed you to you responded more focused on the way her pants smoothly stuck to her hips, she sat down next to you rambling about random things stopping and looking down when your hand slides up and down her thigh gripping it slightly She let out little nosies not to loud but still audible your hands traveled from her thighs to under her shirt fondling her perky tits pinching and twisting her nipples rolling the bud in between your fingers “ mmm~,(y/n) stop we shouldn’t be doing this right now~.” thats only if you think we shouldn’t you grabbed her shirt and lifted it off her body watching as her nipples got hard once again from the cold breeze then you took of her pants and underwear placing her on your thigh you leaned in taking on of her nipples into your mouth swirling your tongue around it as you guided her hips to grind on your thigh feeling her slick soak your thigh “ mmh~, more.~” you’ll get more doll don’t rush me.~ she gasped as pushed her cunt harder into your thigh as you started sucking harder her sensitive skin bruising and swelling “m’close very close~” she let out a loud whine as your mouth left her nipple with a loud pop and stopped guiding her hips “whhhy~,I was so so close.~” be good for me and lay down on your back and maybe you’ll cum next time.~ she complied as there was not room for debate laying down spreading her legs open putting them behind her head showing you a lewd display my,my you certainly will get an A+ for presentation.~ she smiled at you before you leaned down and began to harshly abuse her clit with your tongue sometimes sticking it inside her hole sucking and giving open mouth kisses to her clit as you listened to her pleas for you to continue all it took was one more flick of your tongue on her clit before she became a babbling mess asking and begging you to let her cum “ oh (y/n) please I promise I’ll be good just let me cum.~” fine then release your juices doll.~ you said as she didn’t cum but squirted all over your face did you just squirt?~ “ y-yes but I’ve never done that before..~” you smirked well I’m gonna spend the night so let’s get cleaned up “alright.”

#mha ochako #bhna x reader #mha smut #ochako x reader #ochako smut

[frickingnerd]

ochako walking in on izuku and you

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader (+ochako uraraka)

summary: ochako just wanted to drop off some notes at izuku's room, when she walked in on an interesting scene...

“i-it's so hot…”

“don't move, let me take your clothes off first–!”

ochako stood outside the door, listening to the sounds that came from within izuku's room. she had only intended to bring izuku the notes for today's class since he was sick, but now that she heard what was going on inside his room, she wasn't so sure if she really should disturb the two of you.

“izuku… wait, n-not there–!!”

“we have to do it now…!”

ochako's eyes widened as she kept listening. she couldn't see what was happening inside the room, but it didn't sound like something the two of you should be doing inside the dorms! she grabbed the doorknob, before nervously pushing the door open.

ochako was greeted by the sight of izuku opening your blouse, your tie already tossed onto the floor. she was hoping she had just been imagining things and was wrong about what she heard, but as soon as she got a glimpse of your exposed body, she knew what the two of you had been doing. quickly, she turned away again, flustered.

“i-i'm sorry, i didn't know you two were…”

izuku looked at you, visibly panicking, before he jumped up and rushed towards ochako.

“i-i swear it's not what it looks like–!”

ochako turned towards the two of you again. izuku looked the same way he always did, but as she looked a little closer to you, she noticed the empty bowl on your lap, as well as what was supposed to be soup, now spread all over your top.

“i just dropped the soup on y/n and they got burned… i– i tried to take their clothes off before it got even worse–!!”

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku #midoriya #deku #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #smut #fluff #oneshot #drabble #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #ochako uraraka

[local-hospital-east-protect]

#tamen de gushi #tattoos #star trek tos #gay gainer #bendy and the dark revival #menstruation #palabras #sad aesthetic #chris evans smut #uraraka ochako #sluttoy #outfit inspiration #prodigal son

[giustoart]

Finally done!!! Pheeew it took me so long!

It is a comic inspired by a fanfic I found on IG (it was in a group…I really don’t remember the name)

A soft KiriAshi NSFW, but the Bakusquad is there xD

Hope you like it!

This is my first smut product…hope you like and I hope not to offend anyone.

#bnha fanart #bnha smut #kirimina #kiriashi #bakusquad #kirishima x ashido #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #ashido mina #kirishima x bakugo #bakugo katsuki #kacchako #uraraka ochako #kaminari denki #jirou kyouka #denki x jirou #bakugo x uraraka #todoroki shoto #momo yaoyorozu #todomomo #todoroki x momo #sero hanta #bnha #mha

[live-visit]

#palabras #Dixie Chicks #sad aesthetic #shoes #haikyu #tanjiro kamado #chris evans smut #kaomojis #inosuke hashibira #bnha smut #uraraka ochako #yeezy

[born-require]

#henry cavill #milo ventimiglia #palabras #Dixie Chicks #plebiscite #sad aesthetic #gear #haikyu #chris evans smut #fall fashion #uraraka ochako #fallout 4 #sluttoy #adult swim #gold

[i-station]

https://lindsey-436.mxtkh.fun/da/zwlWiJh

#tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #uraraka ochako #harry styles imagine #carmen electra #darla dimples #jj maybank smut #sweets #mockingjay #toji x reader #monkie kid

[prettyboykatsuki]

cw ;; strapping, top!reader, bottom!ochako, crying, rough-ish sex, reader is a little mean, much dirty talk, reader is afab, 18+

The arch of her back makes you believe in heavenly bodies.

Under the low, dingy lights of your living room - with nothing but the T.V. - it's hard to breathe as you slick your hand across your silicone cock. If you could you stroke yourself like that, but you settle for the pressure of the harness on your clit. Your eyes go hazy, free hand reaching for her calves.

Your hand pushes down on her calf a little as you stare at her with her ass up. There's a perfect line of sweat on her back, just down the line. Her muscles are accentuated, more than that that pretty shape of her ass and her pussy right between her legs. Lovehandles just on her hips move as she pushes backwards, so terribly impatient.

You think to yourself you want to give her head again, for another hour until your jaw is dislocating. That you want to suck on her clit until the sun makes shadows on the walls of this room, but instead you stand on your knees and reach your hands out for her ass, palming the flesh in your hands.

A deep groan leaves your chest unintentionally at the sight. The subtle twitch of her hole as she waits, anticipatory. She's all shiny, covered in cum and spit from earlier and so eager to get fucked by you. She lets out a delicate whimper when she feels your hand.

Taking your thumb through her folds, you swipe it up before leaning forward. You loom over her like a shadow, letting your strap settle between her cheeks and rubbing just enough to get her to grind back.

Hooking a thumb in her mouth all warm, you kiss the shell of her ear. She's so reactive to everything you do, every time like she's never been touched in her life. Maybe she hasn't before you. She lost her virginity to someone who didn't know her like you do.

And you know her well, know the way her tongue is gonna lap at your digits and how she's going to beg you to gag her on the rest. It's a little amazing to see her work like that. No matter which position you take her, she's always going to give you her best.

It's only natural to you to want to fuck her. To tease her until she's panting your name, desperate for you and only you.

"Look at you," You croon, fingers dgging into the softest part your thigh "Look at you desperate you are for it. Didja miss me that much?"

"MMf,"

You pull your hand away from her mouth to let her speak, arm securing around her waist to drag her closer to you.

"Missed you so much, missed your-"

She stops herself like she's embarrassed, planting her face into the cushions under you. You adjust yourself till the tip is hovering just where she needs, press so she can feel it. You don't move, merely grin, eyes glued to her sex.

"My?"

"Y-your.. y'know,"

You laugh lightly, but you can hear your own desires in your voice. They rip at you, make your head feel so fucking light as you watch her pussy stretch around the tip your cock. How she swallows the first inch with a soft gasp, then moans - so eager for you to force the rest in until you're all the way deep.

"My dick you mean," You correct. She moans harder, eager to receive vulgarity "Your pussy missed me more than you did,"

"That's not t-true, hnggh,"

"It's not?"

"Pro-Heroes' are supposed to be honest, Uravity," You watch with manic eyes as you slide into her further. She can take it so deep it always impresses you, the lewd wet sound of her welcoming you inside "You train all day and act all heroic just to let me do this to you,"

You push till your buried to the hilt. A little gasp leaves her mouth, all she can take. The shake in her voice is familiar, calves kicking up - toes curled. The phantom feeling of her makes your body tremble inward, how hot and wet you know she must be.

"Just to let me fuck you so deep you cry and wake up all our neighbors. Take it everyday like a prescription." You pull back out again, slower, and it comes out so shiny your groan "Of course I know you missed me, but your pretty little pussy must've missed me more, yeah?"

"Yeah," She whines, desperate for more. You grin.

"Good girl," You croon, practically itching to fuck her fast and hard "How should I reward you for being honest, hm?"

"Fuck me h-hard. Want you to fuck me-"

"Fuck you hard and deep, I got it. Always the same with you," You lean forward, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade "Anything for my favorite rescue hero,"

Keeping word to your promise, you wrap an around her waist - fingers teasing her clit as you give it to her how she needs. Hard as in deep, the kind of thrust that makes her knock forward limp into your couch - where the sound of your skin hitting hers is so rough it's nearly startling. Fast like playing a drum, a constant scrapping that she always feels in her stomach later, makes her let out those noisy desperate cries.

Halfway through a sob, you lean forward to lick the tears off of her cheek. Salty in your mouth as you console her. She wants to cum but can't get the words out, can't form any sound other than choked moans.

"I know, baby. I know. Cum for me,"

And she does with a whine, hands reaching back to push you away as you fuck her through her overstimulation. It makes your head feel like it's full of lead, grunting as you don't slow.

"Didn't say you could run from me,"

When she finally comes off her first one, she's turning her head and pouting her lips at you. You look at her confused.

"Kiss,"

You merely laugh as you plant one on her.

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[yeaimsafiya]

CHAPTER ONE back from rehab

SYNOPSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER AHH IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS!! This is the first chapter I'm ever writing, I took some inspo from episode 1 but I'm going to have to cut each episode into fourths because I really don't want to spend a whole week trying to finish a whole episode and school work. But I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter as much as I did - Love you guys, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be blocked or removed.

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

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You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

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"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

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"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

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Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright Gia, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

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"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

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