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'Primordial.' (5.2k)
dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader
warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.
author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.
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Sparking embers.
Black ash dashed across the ground.
The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.
Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.
The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.
Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.
His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.
Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.
The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.
A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.
Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.
There was something in the air.
Then it snapped.
With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.
Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.
This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.
Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.
Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.
The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.
The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.
Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.
And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.
"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."
Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."
And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.
Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.
He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.
His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.
"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."
He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.
Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.
Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.
That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.
The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.
"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."
Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.
"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."
You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.
"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.
Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.
You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.
But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.
He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.
Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.
Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.
It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.
He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.
Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.
"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.
But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.
You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.
However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.
"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.
Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.
A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.
Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.
"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.
Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.
"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.
His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.
Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.
His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.
Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.
The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.
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'let me make you feel good' (5.2k)
shoto todoroki x female reader ft. izuku midoriya
warnings: cuckolding, izuku is the cuck, humiliation sorta for izuku, blowjob, light degrading with a lot of praise to balance it out, vaginal sex, creampie, overstim.
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"Sure,"
"And I promise it won't be weird—" Izuku pauses. "Wait, really?"
Shouto shrugs a little, long careful fingers flicking through a stack of paperwork. "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as she's okay with it." Mismatched eyes finally look up from his desk to the large burly green-haired man who had stopped by.
Izuku is quick to nod, curls bouncing away from his forehead. "I mean, it was her idea for it to be you. I suggested Kacchan—" he watches Shouto raise an eyebrow at that suggestion, it wouldn't have ended well. "Yeah, I know, she gave me the same look."
Relaxing into the big office chair, his legs spreading slightly as he finally takes in the blush on Izuku's face. "I never would've put you as the guy who likes to watch other people fuck his girlfriend." The reaction from Izuku is almost immediate, the man somehow blushing more furiously than before at the casual tone, and volume, of the half-and-half hero.
"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku hisses, hastily shutting the door he had left open himself. "Don't say it so loud, I don't need some sidekick overhearing that." He turns back to see Shouto with a shit-eating smirk on his face, oh, he was enjoying humiliating Izuku it seems. Still ever the pot-stirrer when it came to things that probably shouldn't be meddled with.
Shouto shrugs. "Just text me with the details whenever you both want it to happen." Shouto may look calm and relaxed on the outside, shrugging off the idea of fucking another man's girlfriend in front of them but his heart is tattooing itself against the inside of his ribcage. Hammering away in a mixture of excitement and anxiety, he'd always loved being around you when he hung out with Midoriya but to know you picked him? He just hopes he's up to your standards.
It was just over three weeks later when Shouto received a text. He figured perhaps it would be done in a hotel room or even Shouto's own place to ensure he didn't 'invade' your personal space. But the butterflies returned with renewed vigour when he received a text from you, not Midoriya, asking if he wanted to come over on Saturday night if he didn't have patrol or any important work that needed to be done. He responded almost too quickly, informing you he wasn't busy.
He neglected the fact he would cancel attending the monthly dinner his father insisted the entire family attended.
So here he stood, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and shiny black shoes. He looked every bit the "rich boy" the media often painted him as, a man with killer looks but was often seen as 'too gentle', 'too much of a gentleman'. If only they know the real reason why he was standing with a lump in his throat before someone's front door, maybe from the outside it would just look like he was coming over for a dinner.
The door finally opened, and as expected it was Midoriya who answered the door. The usual friendly smile on his face, "Shouto, hey, come in!", Shouto tries to not notice the band of blush across Midoriya's face, and instead steps past the other pro into the warm home. His eyes immediately dart over the various items, it's a different feeling than Midoriya's own apartment. It's more homely, more welcoming, an old warmth in his chest blooms at the thought.
After toeing off his shoes, he follows Midoriya through the thin corridor before it opens up into the rest of the house. It's smaller than most but he figures that's the point, it's a humble place to live. "She's upstairs already, she figured it might be a bit weird if we both greeted you at the door." Midoriya scratches at the back of his head, clearly just as out of his depth as the Ice and Fire hero. Shouto just nods, allowing Midoriya to take the lead once again to take him up the stairs and into your bedroom.
The door opens, Midoriya stepping out of the way to stand next to the bed and Shouto is certain his heart stops for a second at the sight before him. He had never been in any situation before where he had seen you in anything less than clothing except maybe the one time he had seen you in a bikini but even then that didn't feel quite as sexual as this. The lump in his throat is back with vengeance, tightening as he continues to ogle at you openly.
His eyes start at your feet, skin nearly showing through the sheer material of the stockings you were wearing. It makes his toes curl against the thick-carpeted floor the longer his eyes glide up the glossy material until he meets the apex of your thighs, the pudge of your thighs just spilling out over the top of the tight material has him salivating. Nothing has quite looked as biteable as your thighs. He follows along the suspender belt holding up the stockings, eyes briefly grazing over the thin piece of material hiding away the very thing he would be buried inside of at some point tonight. But before he could eye the rest of what you were wearing, Midoriya speaks.
"Angel, why don't you stand up and show Shouto what a pretty girl you are, hm? Got all dressed up for him and everything." Shouto finally looks at your face, the bashful look on your face is adorable he thinks. You look just as shy as he feels but you do what you're told. Sliding off of the bed until you're stood not too far from the man himself, he has to tilt his head down to look at you properly and for some reason, the size difference has something stirring in his stomach.
He does his best to slow his heart, to stop the butterflies from bursting from his chest at the way you look at him through your eyelashes before you do a slow spin for him. He thinks he can hear Midoriya groan over the blood pounding in his ears when his eyes instantly dart down to the ample amount of skin on display when you give your back to him. He was right about the thin material of your panties, but this was much more than what he imagined. The thong was doing nothing to hide anything from behind, the string buried deep between your asscheeks and something in the back of his mind tells him he wants to definitely have you on your hands and knees at some point tonight.
When you finally turn around again, he has to clear his throat and look away. The heat on his face must be obvious because you laugh, not a condescending one but one that's more like bells chiming. "I hope you like it, Todoroki-kun." He tries not to think too much about the honorific, clearing his throat again.
"You can just call me Shouto, just sounds like Midoriya is the one trying to seduce me when you use that name." This time you do laugh, genuinely and his eyes snap back to your own, just for his hands to grow a little bit more sweaty and the racing in his heart to pick back up. You looked beautiful.
"Sorry, of course, Shouto." you smile, half turning back to look at your boyfriend who is smiling himself, before Midoriya switches his gaze away from you and onto Shouto.
Shouto shuffles a little on his feet, trying to give himself a little more breathing room in his pants before he speaks. "Uh, are there any rules? What's on the table and what's not?"
You step aside, letting Midoriya speak whilst you seem to busy yourself off to the side somewhere and it's taking the years of hero work for him to keep his eyes on Midoriya and not you, as you bend over to grab something off of the floor. "Uh, well, we did talk about it and there're not too many rules, I guess. She said it's a hard no on things like piss, scat, that sort of thing..." Midoriya has to look down at his feet, this conversation was clearly neither of them had ever seen happening in their lives.
"And for me, I may have taken some quirk cancelling cuffs from the agency—"
The two heroes glance over to the sound of giggling, Shouto's eyes shamelessly roaming over the front of your lingerie set. It's a beautiful red shade, and the colour choice is definitely not lost on him. "Sorry, you both just look adorable blushing over it like two school girls." Your eyes meet his own when his lips lift into a gentle smile, he can't help but be thankful you're at ease with the idea. He worried that maybe Midoriya had pushed this kink onto you but you seem just as relaxed and at home with both men just feet away from you whilst you were in nothing but underwear.
Finally, you come back over, stepping past Shouto and towards Midoriya who follows your own steps backwards until his knees are forced to bend when he hits the futon. Shouto can't help but watch the expression on Midoriyas face, he was so enraptured by you even as he offered up his wrists, allowing you to click on the metal and strip him of his quirk. "Love you," you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's lips, smiling at the obvious heart eyes the green-haired man was giving back.
And then suddenly, all the attention was back on Shouto as you turned around to face him. The space between the both of you seems to dwindle in a matter of seconds, and he can now smell the sweet perfume you have on — it's making his head feel fuzzy and eyes lower until he's giving the exact same look back; the look of absolute desire. The warmth of your hand on his chest has him jolting, body strung high and muscles were drawn tight as he watches the way your fingers delicately dance over his shirt until you reach the buttons on his shirt.
"We know all about my rules but what about yours, Shouto? What do you want from this?" your voice sounds like honey, his brain struggling to wade through it when all of his attention is locked onto the way your hands are now moving to undo his buttons, the brief brush of your bare skin on his has his body flaring in heat and toes curling again.
He somehow manages to gain power over his tongue again, eyes however still unable to break away from your now roaming hands as they brushed over his pectoral muscles. "I'm not sure," he admits and his heart flutters when your eyes met his, a little wide and almost shocked? "I mean, I don't know if I have any rules. I'm just here for you, and making you feel good." His admission even has him stumped, was that the truth? Was he really just here for you?
Yes. His mind supplies, he is most definitely here for you.
You swallow thickly, the subtle squeezing of your thighs not going unmissed by the man who was watching you like a hawk. Shouto figures that you're probably more used to Midoriya taking control in the bedroom, so his hands raise finally from the place they were frozen at. Both hands cupping either side of your head delicately, tilting you up to look at him and he can't stop himself from leaning in, a gentle "You look beautiful," passing by his lips before they're pressing into your own.
He feels your fingers curl against the undone material of his shirt, pulling on it gently to press the entirety of your upper body against his abdomen and chest, the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact having him suck in a harsh breath through his nose. Faintly he can hear Midoriya groan, a thump of what must be his head hitting the wall whilst Shouto opens your mouth carefully with his own, letting his tongue test the waters by brushing against your own. You're so receptive to his advances, letting him take control of the situation entirely and just becoming complete putty in the palm of his hands when his tongue drags along the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he's diving back in for more.
Something clicks in Shouto's mind, something deep and primal telling him to consume you whole. That he can't rest until he has you shaking and sobbing beneath him whilst he bullies his way through your walls. The thought has his cock twitching between the tight constraints of his slacks, so he takes action. He keeps the hold on your head, lips still attached to your own as he carefully manoeuvres you around until you're forced to pull away from the kiss before falling onto your back on the bed.
It's sinful, the way you're looking up at him, propped up on your elbows and chest heaving in shaky breaths. He feels powerful, too powerful, as he stands over you. Your eyes don't leave him as he starts to peel off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor to be forgotten about for now before his hands are on the black leather belt at his waist, deft fingers undoing and ripping it free from his trousers with a quick snap that has you jumping in place. Just as his hands move to undo the button, he watches you hastily sit up and place your hands against his thighs. A raised eyebrow asks you a silent question.
"Let me," your hands smooth over the expanse of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense the further you slide up. "Please? Wanna make you feel good first." How could he say no with the way you're looking up at him and steadily pushing him back enough to make room between him and the bed so you can kneel in front of him. His eyes flutter at the release of pressure when you undo the button and the fly of his slacks. The tip of your nose drags along the bulge in his boxers, nuzzling into it as your hands continue to stroke up and up along his deep-set v-line, fingers dancing over his abdominal muscles and down through the mixture of red and white hair.
The groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest when your soft warm hand reaches back down to his boxers, easily pulling him free and the air feels cold against the sticky tip of his cock making him twitch as you stare at him with no shame. The warmth of your breath has his hands moving up into your hair, brushing it away from your face just in time for you to flick your eyes up at him. He would've believed it were just the two of you if it weren't for the shift of something off to the side and just as Shouto glances to the side, it's like he's been punched in the gut.
The warmth of your mouth around the tip of his cock has him flinching, fingers digging into the scalp of your head and when he looks back down at you, you have the audacity to smile up at him as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Your tongue swirled around the leaky tip, lapping up every drop of pre that he couldn't seem to stop drooling before you took ahold of him at the base, holding him in place as you slowly tortured him with your tongue. The pressure of the tip of your tongue dragging along the prominent vein had his head spinning and he expected you to retrace the path you drew with your tongue, so when you slipped down enough to draw his balls into his mouth he moaned, pretty lips parting to let the noises free unabashedly.
Finally, you returned back to the tip of his cock, angling yourself just so that you could spit against the tip, gentle fingers stroking him up and down to spread it fully all the whilst you were staring up at him, eyes blown wide and he imagines he's mirroring the exact expression on your face. He watched as you leaned closer, not once breaking the eye contact as your lips parted to let his cock slip deeper into your mouth, tongue wiggling to accommodate his length.
"Oh, fuck," Midoriya moans off to the side, and Shouto does glance over this time without the fear of being caught off-guard. Izuku seems to be in no better shape than himself, his hands desperately trying to grab at himself through his loose basketball shorts despite being restrained by the cuffs. "Hah, she's too good with her mouth."
Shouto can't dispute that, the way your tongue is welcoming him further and further into your throat has his quirk threatening to misfire, his toes curling desperately into the carpet every time you gag and pull back. He sweeps his hands through your hair again, gathering it the best he can to hold it out of your way at the back of your head and he angles his body back so Izuku had a good view of what his girlfriend was doing to him, how her throat constricted and how her cheeks were streaked with tears every time she tried to take the entirety of his cock down her throat.
But he wasn't here just to be sucked off, the reminder of the hot coil tightening in his stomach being enough for him to pull on your hair to get you to release him from your mouth. The string of saliva is lewd, downright dirty as it snaps and sticks to your chin, dripping down onto the top of your breasts. His hand automatically comes down to the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he can to stave off the need to cum on your face right there and then.
"On the bed, beautiful." he smiles at you, and you're quick to stand up and wipe off the excess saliva from your face before you're clambering onto the bed. He watches you kneel there for a second, unsure of what position he wants you in until he speaks again. "Hands and knees, let me see that pretty ass of yours." He loves how obedient you are, immediately moving to get on your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to present everything to him in a beautiful lace package.
He edges closer to the edge of the bed, his hands unable to stop themselves from reaching out to slide along the exposed skin of your hips and down to your ass. For once he was thankful for having big hands, stretching his fingers as much as he could to grab handfuls of your ass to watch the fat pool between his fingers before releasing it to watch it jiggle back into place. His hands slip back down over the curve of your ass, thumbs tucking against the top of your thighs to spread you open for his greedy eyes despite the material of your panties still being there.
If you could even call them panties that is, he watched the way your pussy swallowed the material until it was rubbing just right against you when you swayed your hips in his grip. "So wet already," his voice is low, dripping with needy lust when he focuses on the glisten of your lower lips. He can't help but lean in, mouthing at the exposed skin as well as the black lace that had been pushed deeper against you. You moan, finally, loud at the pressure of his nose pressing against your clenching hole whilst his tongue lapped against your sticky arousal. It was filthy, the way he was lapping at you like a man who hadn't had a sip of water in weeks but you tasted so good. So sweet. He wanted to drink at the oasis between your legs for eternity.
God, he wants you so fucking bad and every second where he isn't buried inside of you is agonising. How did he not know Midoriya was into this earlier? How many times had he missed out on being buried inside of you for the sake of his best friend's dirty perversion? He can't help but feel the need to make up for "lost time". So he pulls back, much to your whine at the loss of pressure and warmth against your clothed pussy but that's quickly forgotten about when his fingers unclip the clasps of your suspended belt before tugging down your thong. He helps you out of it until the sodden lace is forgotten about with his shirt on the floor.
The bed dips when he kneels behind you, and it must be an instinct for you to drop to your elbows and raise your hips up for him, the arch in your back well trained. It has his cock twitching against his stomach, abs tensing when he nears close enough that he can feel the warmth between your legs against the length of his dick. His hands spread against your ass again, spreading you open for his eyes whilst he rolls his hips back and forth. The sticky squelching sound is obscene when his cock rubs up and down your slit, and he isn't even inside of you yet. Did it turn you on just as much to be fucked by another man?
He looks up from the space between your legs just to catch your eyes looking at him over your shoulder, your hair was a mess and the look you were giving him was pleading. Your hips bucked impatiently backwards when he caught your clit again against the tip of his cock before he's angling himself with the help of his hand, the head catching against your entrance. This time he watches the way your mouth opens, the sweetest of moans dripping from plump lips as he inches deeper and deeper.
"Oh, fuck, shit." Shouto groans, eyebrows furrowing whilst he watches every last inch disappear deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass. He can feel everything with how tight you're wrapped around him, the way you squeeze and flutter when his cock twitches with the need to cum. "Stop squeezing so much princess, 'm not gonna last..." he sounds breathless, mostly because he is. It feels like he's run a mile, all his muscles drawn tight and a trigger away from failing to satisfy you.
"Sho..." you give him a minute to recuperate, to let him get used to the tight wet heat wrapped around him until you impatiently wiggle your hips enough to elicit a low groan from the man. "Fuck me, please, Shouto."
He doesn't need to be told twice.
He gives an experimental roll of his hips, stomach flipping at the way you squeeze at him again when his hips bump back against your ass. His hands find their way to your hips, flexing his fingers until he has a firm grip against you and you seem to know what's coming as you lower yourself down until the side of your face is pressed into the bed sheets.
And then he isn't holding back, the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of his thighs hitting your own is loud. The low moans coming from his left is enough to know that he's definitely fulfilling his best friends request but also your own with the way you're babbling nonsense, talking about how his cock is so big, "Feel so full, 's too much," and he briefly wonders if you're just talking him up in front of your boyfriend. Was that a part of the kink? To degrade your partner because you had to get another man to please you? He blinks a little at the realisation, earning himself a peek over to see how Midoriya was holding up in the whole situation.
And it's no surprise to see he had somehow managed to wrangle himself out of his shorts, big hands struggling to stroke himself properly with the restraints on his wrists but he doesn't seem deterred in the way he's stroking himself, moaning when you speak dirty about how good Shouto feels. The tiny devil on Shouto's shoulder tells him to engage in this, to see just how far he could push Midoriya whilst balls deep inside of the other man's girlfriend.
With a new goal in mind, Shouto leans his body over your own and hooks a large hand around your throat to pull you up into an awkward arch. You're looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips parted in a silent moan at the new angle he's forcing you to take his cock in. "Is it really too much for you? Your boyfriend not big enough to satisfy a pretty slut like you?" he watches the way your pupils expand, swallowing the beautiful shade of your iris whole. Seems he hit the nail on the head too with Midoriya who grunts, a loud thump of what must be his head on the wall but Shouto can't take his eyes away from you.
"Why don't you show your boyfriend what a good little slut you are, and ride me?" It's a rhetorical question you realise as he pulls out, the cool air of the room sticking to the sticky slick coating his cock whilst he moves around you to lay on the bed, angling himself so Midoriya would have the perfect view of just what he wants. You move to straddle him before he holds up a hand and uses his index finger to indicate for you to face the opposite way—to face your boyfriend.
His hands find their place back on your hips when you settle over him, hand wrapping around the length of his cock before you're guiding him back deep inside of him with a pretty moan. He does wish he could see your face, to see just how good he's making you feel on your cock but this angle, the way you're leaning back to press your hands against his chest, has him seeing stars. And clearly, it must be doing the same for you, it feels like he's drowning in just how wet you are when you lower yourself down and raise back up to reveal a creamy ring at the base of his cock.
"You look so sexy, angel," Midoriya comments from somewhere Shouto can't see, but he can hear the way his hand speeds up at the new view Shouto has given him. "Takin' him so well, look at you."
His words seem to inject more adrenaline into your veins as you start to bounce up and down a little faster, but he can feel the way you're starting to falter, the way your feet keep slipping against the sheets so Shouto lets his hero stamina take over, gripping your waist hard before he's bucking his hips up hard enough to plant his feet hard on the bed. Then he's fucking up into you, pounding at a pace that has you nearly screaming, head lolling back as he continues to bully the tip of his cock against the one spot that has you twitching, thighs tensing and jumping each time he hits it.
And he knows it too, Shouto knows you're close, so he doesn't stop. Keeps the brutal pace that has even his thighs burning, and his balls drawing up tight as he throws both you and himself over the edge of the orgasm that he had been holding back from the very second you pulled him into your mouth. The way your walls milk him has his head dropping back, bi-coloured hair falling away from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling trying to suck in a breath deep enough to steady himself. But he can't, not with the way you remain sat atop of him even when his legs relax back down onto the bed.
Especially not when you lean forward, hands planting against his thighs and you fucking grind against him. The whine in Shouto's throat is unsuspecting, catching himself off guard but you don't seem deterred, if anything you're moving with a little more vigour in your hips as you raise up, just enough for him to watch the way his cum spills out from your still clenching pussy and dripping down the length of his cock before you drop down again.
"Fuck, wait," his hands try to push against your hips to get you to stop, to just let his sensitive dick relax but you're not listening, rolling your hips back and forth perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch again, another hot stream of cum painting your walls. His toes curl painfully, every muscle in his body unable to relax as you continue to milk him for all he's worth, to have every drop of his seed buried deep inside of you. Shouto knows he could easily push you off, but he can't find that strength to stop you—in truth, it feels too fucking good.
"'m gonna cum," he hears you moan, but he can't see past the stars behind his eyes, can't really hear much over the sound of the blood in his veins running a hundred miles per hour. This time your orgasm is much faster, squeezing and clamping down on his cock which has the man jolting, fucking himself deeper into you despite the ache in his balls and the prickly pain of overstimulation that is making him feel lightheaded. He lets you ride out your orgasm until finally, finally, you roll off of him and onto the bed next to him.
For the first time in what must be ten minutes, he can finally breathe, taking in greedy breaths and letting his head fall to the side to watch you. You're in no better shape, sweaty and taking in uneven breaths. So he reaches over, cupping a hand on the back of your neck and he watches the relief hit you almost instantly, the coolness eliciting a gentle shudder down your spine. He's about to speak before he hears someone clear their throat, and he lifts his head enough to look over the mess of his own body to see Midoriya is in a bad state.
The man had came all over himself, reaching as far as his collarbone and his face was glistening with sweat. He was beet red, eyes unfocused as he continued to stare at the two of you on the bed. "Fuck, I," he clears his throat again with a gentle laugh. "We have to do that again sometime, can't tell you how fucking hot that was."
And Shouto looks over to you, to see your response but you're already looking at him with a gentle smile, a tired look in your eyes. "Only if you want to," you say, and you cringe a little at the way your voice is hoarse.
"Of course," he relaxes into the bed again. "Maybe next time Midoriya can join me."
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disclaimer: i would totally fuck katsuki if izuku asked me to lol, dont need to tell me twice
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touya todoroki / dabi x female reader
warnings: punishments, shibari, blowjob, face fucking, rough sex, squirting, degrading, some praise, dabi is mean to reader, spanking, minor burning/branding, it's all consensual.
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Dabi was not a patient man.
He never had been, and most likely never will be. He figured it came with the price of what happened with his family and everything that came after. It was just a side effect, this need to be in the know about everything. But most of all, he was not a patient man when it came to being ignored.
He loathed it.
Black hair fell away from shrouded blue eyes as he tilted his head to the side, a knee propped up with an arm draped over as he twirled a knife between hands that were trained for this sort of thing. His eyes were sparkling with something, something like mischief but mostly a burning type of lust. This wasn't anything new for the two of you, but it had never, ever, been used as a form of punishment.
"Gonna say you're sorry yet, doll?" he taunted, a mean grin spreading across a scarred face as his eyes darted from the way your eyes narrowed and then down to your lips. Or rather, the gag that was in your mouth preventing you from saying anything. It was a mean question, he knew you'd babble your apologies the second you were asked to. "No? That's a shame."
He gets up from the edge of the bed, now starting to walk towards you with nothing but confidence in each and every step he takes. He's pleased with himself, you can tell, with the way he's practically peacocking around you when he drags his hand along the ropes that had been pressing into your arms for the best part of 30 minutes now.
This position was a new one, normally Dabi would have you on the bed with your arms and legs bound in different positions. But never had he made it so you were hardly touching the floor, held up by the beautiful red rope that was attached to the large metal hoop hanging from the thick wooden beam that ran through the bedroom. Just your toes were touching the floor, whilst your entire body was bent forward at the hip and your arms pulled backwards and up behind your back. The strain on your shoulders was unbelievable but the palpable tension in the room, and between your thighs, was enough to squash the need to complain about it.
Dabi continued to prowl around you, circling you like a shark would with its prey. You didn't feel any different from prey in the current situation, you were the only one who was completely naked whilst the leather of his jacket crinkled when he'd raise an arm to brush fingers against a small part of your skin.
Finally, he rounded back around in front of you. He abandoned the knife at some point you realised when he places both of his hands on either side of your head, tilting your head uncomfortably upwards to meet his gaze. His eyebrows twitched a little at the discomfort you must've had written on your face but he couldn't cave in just yet, he had to punish you after all for 'ignoring' him.
"I thoroughly remember telling you to never ignore my calls," his voice is stern, yet it remains low and deep. His eyes never leave yours and he can just see that you're hanging off of his every word, you're almost in the perfect headspace for him to do what he needs to do. And that is to fuck you into submission, to remember the reason why you can't just ignore his calls. "Do you remember me saying that to you, beautiful?" he waits until he sees you nod, the best you can anyway in the awkward position he was holding you in.
He doesn't respond much, a gentle hmm and a downward twitch of his lips. He was upset with you, and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. The warmth of his hands vanished from either side of your head, and you watched as he peeled off his jacket when he walked back towards the bed. His back was to you, giving you the perfect view of the way his entire back flexed and moved when he tugged off the white shirt he was wearing. He was in his full villain getup, and all because he thought you had been taken by some hero when you didn't answer his calls. He was going to fight for you.
You hadn't even meant to ignore him, it was a complete accident. You had left the burner phone Dabi had given you with just his phone number at home, you only had gone to the store to get something for dinner that night. It was a complete chance that you had walked through the door when he was preparing to burn down the city in search of you. At first, he seemed relieved you were seemingly unharmed, albeit a little shaken up to see the notorious villain standing in your living room in his full getup with smoke pouring from clenched hands.
The sound of metal hitting the floor pulled you from your thoughts, Dabi had finally turned around to look at you again. Eyebrow arched as he observed the way you were watching him. The belt from his trousers was gone, button and fly undone enough to show the black boxers and trail of stark white hair that vanished beneath the band. At last, he started to make his way back over towards you, a single hand carding through your hair to push it away from your face just enough to see the way you were looking up through your lashes at him. It was a sight he saw often but every time it made his toes curl in his boots and stomach tighten in knowing what was to come when you give him that look.
"Gonna be a good little slut and do your job, yeah?" and you nod for him because you are going to be his good little slut for him. You think you'd do anything for him if it came to it. "Good girl," he purrs whilst his other hand manoeuvres easily to remove the hard length of his cock that had been straining against the tightness of his boxers. You never fail to feel woozy at the sight of his cock, it was impressively long and just the right thickness, the kind of thickness that wouldn't be too hard to take but would still feel you feeling impossibly full. His fingers slip along the side of the gag you were wearing, letting it drop with an obscene amount of spit that had been gathering behind the gag.
You aren't given the moment of relief for your jaw to stop aching as he positions himself again in front of you. He doesn't have to say much else, tapping the tip of his cock against your bottom lip to have your tongue loll out and welcome him into the wet warmth of your mouth. He hisses at the relief of finally having something wrapped around his cock, letting his hips roll shallowly back and forth to work you up to what he has in store for you. "Fuck, will never get tired of this pretty mouth of yours." he groans deep when your tongue moves against his cock, pressing against the vein that was throbbing.
His hands return to your head, brushing both of them along your cheeks and then into the back of your head to gather up your hair as best he can in one of his hands. You immediately look up at him, you know exactly what that's for and you have a feeling it's not going to be a scenario where you're offered the chance to breathe. And Dabi can see that exact realisation in your eyes as he grins a little, staples shifting a little at the doe-look you were offering him. "Told you doll, you're gonna be a good slut for me and take it."
And just like that, with a tightened grip on your hair, he's thrusting his hips forward harshly to bury your nose against the barbell piercing he has on his pubic bone nestled in white hair. Immediately it burns, your throat constricting and your eyes watering at the pressure as he just holds himself there. A low moan bubbles in his throat, and you can feel the warmth of his hands against your scalp as he forces you impossibly closer as if you could somehow swallow his cock whole.
He pulls back, finally, letting a moment for you to cough before he starts actually fucking your mouth. You've been through this enough times with Dabi to know to breathe through your nose, ignoring the sting of tears as they trickle down your cheeks and drip onto the old wooden floorboards that squeaked with each and every thrust of his hips. You just have to endure it, last until he gets too close to cumming when he finally backs off.
Squeezing your legs together whenever he moans has your own eyes rolling back, it felt like your clit was red hot and throbbing more than it ever had before. The small relief was enough to forget about the burn of the ropes that were around your breasts, squeezing them uncomfortably between beautiful binding. That was until Dabi reaches a hand down and the heat of his fingers have you choking on his cock, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and Dabi has the audacity to snicker at the way you glare up at him, trying to somehow swing yourself away from him but it's no use. He made sure you could hardly touch the floor for a reason.
You gasp the second he pulls fully out of your mouth, taking in gulping breaths that are just immediately coughed back up all the whilst Dabi smears the saliva and precum mixture along your lips and your cheeks before finally tapping the tip of his cock a little against your lips. You don't expect him to apologise, and he doesn't, as he backs away from you and walks around you until you feel that familiar warmth on the back of your thighs and ass. It's silent for a moment, just the sound of your heaving breaths.
Before you yelp, along with the sound of skin meeting skin. You can feel exactly where each and every finger hit your ass, where the staples will leave little bruises in lines along your skin and you can't even begin to think about how painful it'll be to sit down. His large hands gently smooth over the area, the warmth making you writhe and try to buck your hips away from him—of course, it doesn't work.
"Do you know how long you had me worried for you?" his voice is raspy, your only tell that he's just as turned on as you. His blunt fingernails drag up and down the side of your thighs, squeezing at the fat of your ass as he waits for your answer.
A slap to your other ass cheek has you jolting in place, it's somehow gentler than the other—a warning. "N-No! I don't know!" you spit, blinking away the tears the best you can. You don't miss the way he tuts, kissing his teeth a little.
"Two hours," you try to focus on his words, but he's currently dragging a single too-hot finger along the outline of the handprint that you're certain is already risen on your skin. "So for that, you'll get a spank for every ten minutes of my time you wasted because you were stupid enough to forget the one thing I told you to always keep on you."
Two hours, for even ten minutes... that's something like twelve strikes. Your toes curl immediately at the realisation, it sounded like a small amount on paper but they wouldn't be half-assed. Dabi wasn't the type of person to skimp out on something like punishment. "You remember what you have to do?"
"Count for you."
He doesn't miss a beat, "And? What's the safeword?"
"Sashimi."
"So you do know how to remember something." he taunts, you know he's only being mean for the sake of the mood he's setting but you also know deep down that he is deeply hurt by the fact you could've been taken, or worse, killed. He'll never admit it but he cares about you, some might say a bit too much.
You keep quiet, figuring silence is perhaps the best option when Dabi was feeling as volatile as he is tonight. You knew he would never gravely hurt you, the only pain he ever inflicted on you was purely for sexual intentions. The warmth vanishes from behind you for a moment, the lack of his hands on you making you tense up in anticipation. Dabi was never one for pre-warnings.
Smack.
It's light, not quite as harsh as it could be but you know he's building up to it. "One, thank you." you huff out, a large hand soothing over the area that he had just struck. There's a second where his hand leaves, and then he strikes again on the opposite side. Your entire body jolts, the pinch of his staples against your skin making you whine. "Two, thank you!"
"Ten more to go." is what he offers before he continues to deliver strike after strike against your skin, each time getting harsher than the last until you were trying to squirm away from him, trying to do anything to avoid the white-hot staples that'd hiss and burn against your skin for the split second they'd have contact. Dabi wasn't being reckless however, his eyes were solely trained onto your body, to see if you were just putting on a brave face instead of spitting the safe word but you never crumbled.
He was proud of you.
"T-Twelve, thank you..." you whimper, hot tears dripping from your face as you hung your head low, letting your body become limp against the ropes. Dabi was soothing his hands over your ass, down along your thighs where he had decided to strike instead to give your ass just a moment to breathe.
"Good girl, you did so well," he comments as his hands delicately stroke up along your thighs until he reached the apex of them. Using his thumbs, he spreads your pussy for him and the groan he let out was deep and long. "Oh fuck, you're soaked. You like it that much, huh? Guess you really are a slut." he mumbled to himself, eyes fixated on the way you were actually dripping, dribbling down along your thighs and spreading across his thumb when he rolled it over your slit to see your entire body jerk at the sudden stimulation.
"Gonna let me fuck this sloppy pussy now?" the warmth of his cock brushes against your heated thighs, you could feel how the tip was sticky and warm as it twitched against your skin. "Lemme show you just what happens to girls who ignore me."
Again, Dabi is not a man of patience. He wastes no time in grabbing the base of his cock, angling the tip against your slit and letting it slide up and down to watch the way your slick coated him so effortlessly. It wasn't a surprise just how easily he rolled his hips forward to slot himself deep inside of you, the wet squelch was obscene but the way he filled you, stretched you just the way you liked it and reached depths you could never reach with your fingers alone had you forgetting all about the embarrassment. The both of you moaning when he twitched deep inside of you, your walls fluttering around him almost immediately.
You must've really liked what he did to you.
His hands fit perfectly against your hips, pressing the rope deeper against your skin as he readied himself, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth when he glanced down to see the markings on your ass pressed flushed against his hips. The way he had bound your legs together had you tighter than usual, his fingers flexing against your sides before he started to slowly draw his hips back.
Instantly, the second his hips reconnected with your ass had you gasping. The shooting hot pain that radiated from the force behind his thrusts made you dizzy, black splotches dotting your eyes that you tried hard to blink away. Your hands twisted the best they could in the ropes, grabbing ahold of the main rope as something to just ground yourself as you withstood the brutal pace Dabi set immediately.
The slap of his hips against your ass had you near enough screaming, drool dripping from your parted lips and tears staining your heated cheeks. Your entire head felt like it was filled with cotton, all you could focus on was the delicious way the tip of Dabi's cock dragged right across the squishy spot deep inside of you sending tingling waves of pleasure from the base of your spine and straight to the tip of your head. You might've stood a chance of lasting longer than the raven-haired man if he didn't slither a scorching hand between your thighs to the best of his ability, and used two thick fingers to pinch at your clit. Hard.
You writhed in the hold he had on you, "D-Dabi, wait." you tried to push against him, just to get him to back off for a second. He didn't listen, nor did he wait. He continued his vicious pace, teeth gritting at the pressure that was starting to build up. "Touya!" you squealed, and finally Dabi withdrew from you entirely just in time to feel the warmth of your release hit against his pelvis, dripping over his bobbing cock and down his balls.
"Good fucking girl..." he drawled, a hand coming down against your pussy to try and see just how much he could push you over the edge, making your thighs tense up and the pain of overstimulation causing goosebumps to erupt along your arms and the back of your neck. Without wasting a second, he buried himself back to the hilt deep inside of you. Your walls still fluttering wildly around him, his lips parted in a silent groan as his eyes drifted down to look at the way he was fucking you.
The pattern on your ass rippling with each aggressive bump of his hips against your ass, the arousal that was covering every inch of his cock and soaking the white hairs at the base, all of it had his toes curling again in his boots as he fought off the urge to cum. He needed to last just a little longer, just enough to have you begging him to stop, crying that you'll never forget it again. Maybe it was a bit cruel, maybe a bit sadistic, but it didn't matter to Dabi. Not with the way your head tossed back, screaming his name.
"You're gonna do that one more time for me, got it?" a rhetorical question, you know that now. You will cum for him again, he will get you to squirt all over his cock no matter how much you protest about it. His hands slide along your sides, the warmth of his upper body pressing as much as it can against your back from the awkward angle your arms were held up in. The staples were still hot, making your hips bump back and up into his own eliciting a sinful moan to tumble from scarred lips.
His hands traced along the harness of rope across your chest until he found your tits, mean fingers grabbing the peaked nipples and tugging on them relentlessly as his cock pounded against your insides. "Cum for me, pretty girl, and I'll consider the punishment over." his voice is closer to your ear, the huff of his heavy panting breaths blowing your hair lightly. Did he mean it? Would it really be over—"Promise, I never break a promise." he laid a delicate kiss on the side of your bicep before recoiling back into his standing position, hands back on your hips to hold you in place.
The shift of his hips a little lower had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, eyelids fluttering as nonsensical ramblings about how good his cock felt inside of you, how you loved him, loved his cock, all the while Dabi feels like he might just combust on the spot if he holds back any longer. "Touya!" your voice an octave higher, your entire body tensing up as your thighs shook relentlessly from the oncoming orgasm.
This time Dabi didn't wait for you to push his cock from the confines of your pussy, instead, he pulls out in anticipation and replaces the length of his cock with his fingers. They curl downwards in the position you're held in, pressing just perfectly against the one spot that has you soaking the entirety of his palm. Dripping arousal coating his arm and dribbling down along his arm, you whined and cried as he continued to press against it to drain you of everything you had.
A slap to your clit has you jolting again, a rare soft laugh coming from behind you. "Good girl, 'm so proud of you." he says gently, rid of the persona of Dabi who was here to deliver punishment and replaced with the loveable Touya who would hold and kiss you gently. He pushed his cock back into your still throbbing walls, cooing gently when you tried to buck your hips away from him.
He was instantly much gentler, hands no longer gripping you but rather soothing over the bruises that were sure to be there in just a matter of hours. His thumbs brushed against the small burn marks from the staples on his hands, a tinge of guilt flooding his body at the fact you were a tiny step closer to being more like him. It's not much longer when you feel the twitch of his cock, throbbing against you before he's rolling his hips slowly out until just the tip of his cock is pressed to your entrance. His knuckles brush against the back of your thighs as he fists himself to completion, the low groan of your name has you clenching around nothing whilst he paints your pussy a pretty shade of white with his cum.
"You okay, angel?" he says when he rounds back around infront of you, leaning over you to untie knots you can't see.
"Yeah," your voice is hoarse and you attempt to clear it. "Just sore, think I wan' a bubble bath."
"I'll give you anything you want, let's get you out of this."
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'slow down' (3.6k)
shouto todoroki x female reader
warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.
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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.
Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.
You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.
Tonight it was your turn.
At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.
Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.
"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.
He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.
The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.
His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.
You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.
Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.
Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.
The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.
You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.
A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.
Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.
"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.
When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.
Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.
You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.
His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.
His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."
You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.
Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.
He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.
This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.
The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.
You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.
"Yes, my love?"
"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"
"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.
Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.
"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.
You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.
But it was too late to turn back now.
Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.
"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.
"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.
And you cum hard.
You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.
"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.
It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.
Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.
The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.
Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.
"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.
Maybe he'll let you do this more often.
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'made to kill.' (4.4k)
vampire!bakugou katsuki x female reader
warnings: hematolgania (blood play), reader is a vampire (reader has red eyes), alcohol & drugs mentioned, violence, human deaths, blood-drinking, no prep vaginal sex, angry/aggressive sex, yandere!bakugou, marking kink/ownership kink, very dubcon (blood frenzy & bkg uses venom on the reader), toxic relationship.
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"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a man's voice shouted over the bass over the music, he was drenched in the stench of sweat and whatever drug was currently coursing through his veins—ketamine, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was revolting and tasted sour on your tongue when you pressed it against the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from talking back to him.
Instead, you glance at him, feigning the best doe-look you could possibly muster and the effect was almost immediate. The man's features softened as he lapped up your complexion, the beautiful curve of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes before you spoke. "I'm so sorry!" you yell back loud enough over the bump of the music. You weren't sorry, not in the slightest. You don't think you've ever felt remorse in the 487 years of being 'alive'.
Before he could speak again you slipped back into the crowd, working your way through the overly warm bodies that made the skin on the back of your neck prickle with something deep and dark, a primal urge that had been gifted to you so many years ago by someone who called themselves your saviour. Speaking of your saviour, it was said he was here tonight. It was odd and extremely rare to come face to face with your sire once they had let you spread your wings and leave the nest but there was always this pull in the chest of someone who had been sired—to seek out the one who had made you immortal.
Your eyes scanned over the crowd of people, all of them were human, and they were all very stupid for stepping foot into the building tonight. But could they really be blamed? They didn't see the barrier they stepped through nor did they realise the alcohol they had been taking all night was laced with a multitude of drugs. Though you did have to give it to the man in charge, it was an ingenious plan. Humans were creatures of habit, they yearned for the promise of forgetting what pathetic lives they lived and would wander far to reach said promise.
And that's how they ended up in the abandoned hospital in the middle of nowhere. If you recall correctly, it actually used to be a hospital to treat the insane. It was quite the hotbed for paranormal activity and thus in turn was a great hangout for things of other supernatural heritage. Namely vampires. It was dark and cold, no one came here unless they were foolish enough to try and "hunt" the undead.
They never did return from those investigations, and neither will any of the people in the room right now. They're unaware of the fact by the time it strikes 2 am, they'll all be dead.
"We didn't expect to see you here tonight," you didn't need to turn your head to know who that was. The person speaking to you leaned against the wall beside you, his presence was suffocating. "In fact, most of us thought you had fled the country after the stunt you pulled."
Finally, you look up at the man, his long thick red hair pulled back into a half-and-half updo to reveal those ruby-red eyes that glowed even without the help of the numerous strobe lights in the room. "He's still got you acting as his lapdog?" you avoid his question, catching the glint of the large fangs in his mouth when he cracks a grin. Kirishima was one of the more terrifying vampires you had ever encountered, you had barely escaped with your life the last time he was sent to 'take care' of you.
"Something like that," he shifts his body slightly, now leaning a shoulder against the wall and letting his body naturally tower over your own. "Do I need to be worried about you being here?"
You shoot him a look, "Red, we both know if you saw me as an actual threat I would be dead by now."
Kirishima huffs a laugh, tilting his head in agreement before his eyes darted back out to the crowd. "Do you plan on staying for the killing hour?"
"No, you've pumped these idiots full of drugs that it wouldn't even taste good."
He hums in response, his body shifting once again and you follow his line of sight to above the main dance floor. They seemed to have knocked out the floor above to make it more suitable for their activities, and in turn, gave themselves a perch to sit upon whilst they watch their prey work themselves into quite the frenzy. Your heart threatens to burst at the sight of the person you had in truth come seeking unwillingly, the red of his eyes was harsher than anyone else's—fresh from a recent kill. His blonde hair was still as restless as it had been all those years ago when he saved your life but instead of the soft look he had once given you, it was replaced with a snarling scowl.
It was the reaction you had expected, yet it still made your heart pang in rejection from your sire.
"He wants you to—"
"He can come down from his throne and tell me himself if he wants me to leave." you spit back, pushing off of the wall to wander back into the crowd of humans. The burn of the crimson eyes was hot against your cold skin, ripping apart your body and staring directly into your soul—begging you to turn around and make the fatal mistake of making eye contact with the strongest vampire in all of Japan.
The crowd ebbed and flowed around you, bodies moving in time with whatever god-awful rhythm was no doubt being played by the resident Raijuu. Denki Kaminari was a harmless beast, a rare one, however, he had the tendency to run with the wrong crowds. He had since the beginning of time, and he had always been stuck close to the kingpin of the vampiric world—Katsuki Bakugou. Your Sire.
You can't quite recall the moment the relationship soured between the two of you. As far as you could remember, the blonde had quite a soft spot for you despite the hard-set frown on his face and the grim words that fell from his mouth when he was particularly angry. But that anger was never directed at you, he always treated you with the utmost care and respect—until he didn't. It happened one evening, that bond that held your heart tightly suddenly slacked and loosened as if you'd been set free but you couldn't quite understand why. Not until you had returned to the usual haunt of a bar that Bakugou always resided in to find him with another human.
Rationally, you knew he was feeding, he had told you that he had no more desires for turning people into undead vampiric leeches but the bond only ever loosened until it was no more when he had moved onto sire another—did this mean he had no longer had a use for you? Would he simply 'dispose' of you? You didn't want to find out. So irrationally kicked in, and this birthed the "stunt" Kirishima had continued to hold over your head for so many years. It was a messy ordeal, you had worked your way through the bar that very night to obliterate every single last human in the bar, it was truly frightening how much strength you didn't realise you had and just how fascinating it was to be able to rip a person apart with a single bite. This included the human woman that screamed for Bakugou to save her from the clutches of your hands.
Of course, he didn't. Instead, he just glared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. And that's when you found out Kirishima wasn't kept around for just his good looks or his ability to smooth talk his way around town but rather for the fact he could rip through a steel door with his bare hands.
In truth you had made yourself scarce following the incident, Kirishima was always hot on your tail and you weren't unaware of the fact Bakugou would go to the coven of witches to try and track you down. He however was not the only one with a magic user on his side—you'd have to thank Midoriya later for doing a spectacular job on the charm you wore around your neck to ensure you could get through the barrier of the hospital without bursting into flames.
"Your thoughts are still too loud."
If it were possible, you imagine your blood would've run cold at the sound of the gruff voice that spoke with sheer power that demanded respect. It seeped through your ears, muddying your brain with the urge to turn around and face him. But that only meant one thing, he'd win in a heartbeat and you're certain you'd be dead on the floor within that same heartbeat. Despite vampires being amongst the strongest at the top of the food chain with the ability to not be affected by other supernatural beings, that was overpassed by someone who had created you.
Bakugou Katsuki was known as the King of Tokyo for a reason, he could look someone in the eye and they'd explode on the spot. He was a force of nature, and even you feared what he could do.
You hardly have any time to react before there's a strong, cold, body pressed against the back of your own. The smell of something rich and spicy sticks to the back of your tongue when you try to swallow, his power wraps itself around you and chokes down any thoughts that are telling you to move away from him. Bakugou effortlessly wraps his arms around you, one across your shoulders with a large hand gripping you tight whilst the other arm circles around your waist to ensure you don't move.
It's far too natural how easily you fall back into the memory of how this was once your everyday life, to be held and doted on by a man who could crush anyone with just one hand. His body moulds around yours, just like yours perfectly moulds into the shape you've left in his chest after all these years apart. He lowers his head, tucking his chin against your shoulder and you get a peek of those blonde locks that you could spot a mile away.
"If you listened to Kirishima for one second longer," he starts, voice lowered enough so only you could listen to the honeyed words he whispers into your ear. "You would've known that I didn't intend to ask him to make you leave. I wanted you to come and join me."
His words confuse you, had he not looked at you with utter disgust from up on his manmade perch? Had he not sent Kirishima after you all those years ago? The man in question hums against your ear, body moving when he starts to sway a little to the beat of his own drum in his head. "Still so loud, sweetheart." he rasps against your ear, the coolness of his breath makes your skin burn with gooseflesh.
"I don't understand." You manage to say, you know you don't have to speak over the noise of the music and the chanting of the crowd for him to hear his whispered words. His fingers tighten against your shoulder, muscles in his forearm tensing to press against your throat and pulling your head back further into his shoulder. "I thought you wanted me dead."
"I did," he admits, still curling himself around your body like a snake would with its prey. You know it's too late to try and get him off of you, especially with the way he noses his way down from your ear and to your exposed neck. His breath puffs out against the scarred mark he had left all those years ago on your flesh, it's the one thing you had never been able to fully heal and Bakugou has never been happier with that tiny fact. "But I realised I couldn't live without you."
Your heart for the second time tonight threatens to burst, how it squeezes despite having not moved an inch in over 400 years. Your head feels light and fuzzy, you try to blink away the haze setting over your eyes but it's too late—his plan is finally in motion. You're barely able to register the wet feeling against your exposed flesh, the smell of copper filling the air before the first scream overpowers the bass of the music. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, how the bodies start to fall and how it seems to be raining blood.
That age-old craving is back, it has your fangs aching in your mouth. How long had it been since you ate someone? Feasted on their blood and felt the power Bakugou had gifted to you? It feels like forever, and when the drop hits your parted lips whilst you try to suck in a breath, you can feel the reins slip from your fingers. Your tongue darts out on instinct, the droplet gone within the same millisecond that it had been against your lips and suddenly you feel your hunger tenfold.
Over the blood frenzy that's rapidly setting into your bones, you can see the flash of red hair and rippling muscles that are tearing through people like they were nothing. Kirishima. You should've known that he'd be the one responsible for turning this into a bloodbath, and your body itches to dart forward to join in but the arms around you tense up a little more almost crushing you.
"Welcome back, my love." he rasps before there's a pinching sensation spreading from your neck and down along your shoulder, followed by a rush of something molten hot. It has your body writhing, your hands curling into fists until your claws are forced to pierce into the flesh of your palms and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your mind is tortured whilst Bakugou remains latched to your neck, drinking in your essence and forcing you to live through every memory he's endured in your absence. You can feel his pain and longing, he had truly missed you and he was going to make sure you knew that.
The next time your eyes blink open and adjust to the blinking lights around you, you realise the music had long stopped but there's absolutely no one here but one person who calls to you like a homing beacon. You turn in time to see Bakugou wiping a bloodied hand over his jaw, dousing his skin even more in the sticky red and you can't help but track his movements. That's when you register the sticky feeling on your body, how your clothing sticks to your body like a second skin and the satisfying feeling in your stomach of finally being full, sated.
"You back with me?" he asks, tongue darting against his bottom lip before he grins. His teeth are bloodied, his tongue a darkened shade of red and his eyes are glowing in the dark. You imagine you look the exact same. His gait is slow yet every step is made with purpose as he steps over the bodies on the floor, eyes solely locked onto your own until suddenly he's in your face. Large, bloodied, hands are cupping either side of your face. You feel the way the blood seeps into your pores, how it gathers in your hair and clumps together, yet you can't pull away from the way he's looking at you.
His thumbs roll over the apple of your cheeks, and you assume to clear away some of the blood before he's moving in. He's fast, always has been, his lips are consuming yours. The way he moves against you is as if he's punishing you, berating you with the violence of his kiss—how dare you leave him? He crowds your space so easily, towering over you with not just his stature but the natural power he possesses, it has you choking on his very essence. You try to grasp at his clothes, your fingers slipping against the slicked material doused in the blood of the innocent.
You can taste their blood on his tongue, in the saliva that he lets drip from his tongue and the venom that's dripping from his fangs. It burns at your throat but the throb in between your thighs makes it easy to ignore. Something in your mind was screaming at you to stop, but how could you listen to that voice when he was manhandling you backwards until you thumped against the cold broken wall of what must've been the recreational room of the hospital. "Let go, Y/N." he growls against your lips, "Come back to me."
Something brushes against your lips, and you blink away the red haze over your eyes to see Bakugou staring at you intently and he presses forward again. That's when you register the coolness of his skin against your lips, it was easy to let your fangs sink into the hardened skin of his forearm that could withstand the force of a speeding train. Bakugou groans, the red of his eyes slowly being consumed by black until he looked something entirely inhuman. His blood had always been sweet, and you still revel in the fact that you're the only other being in the entire world who had been graced with the opportunity to drink from his royal blood.
Bakugou couldn't take his eyes away from you, watching how your throat bobbed with each greedy mouthful. Your eyes were slowly changing from that shimmering amber tone, not quite red yet meaning you had starved yourself, until they matched his, a deep crimson until it faded into black. He had to have you in every sense of the word, he needed to feel his soul reconnect with yours. The regret that wrapped itself around his heart with sharp metal daggers had been eating away at him ever since he saw the pain on your face that night.
If only you had waited a moment to realise that he wasn't planning on turning another, but rather he was going to aid your ascension to something more than just his sired pet.
He moves faster than your brain is able to register, the blood rushing through his body putting him at the top of his game. He has you beneath him in milliseconds, the blood on the floor soaking into the back of your clothes and clotting in your hair but he can see that it doesn't bother you one bit. Your lips were saturated in his blood, he remembers the conversation he had with you when he offered you his blood for the first time after your transition.
"Is it not taboo to drink from another?" you had asked, eyes filled with worry that maybe it would be toxic to you to consume the blood of another dead soul.
Bakugou shook his head, a hand carding through your hair whilst he hovered over you in the bed of silk sheets. "Not at all, it's the most intimate thing we leeches can do."
It has shivers running down his spine, the reveries alighting that old flame in his stomach and he's lurching forward to capture your lips again. His hands move with renewed vigour as do yours, ripping away at his clothes and he, yours. The growl that tears through his throat isn't as threatening as it should be when your sharpened claws drag across his skin, tearing through it like scissors to paper.
He's not gentle with you either, a hand wraps around your throat to slam you to the ground hard enough to make the concrete splinter beneath the two of you and he's snarling in your face. Elongated fangs soaked in a mixture of his own blood and yours, the sight should be frightening but instead, it has your hips rutting up to meet his own with a sickly sweet mewl.
The look he gave you wasn't like anything you had seen before, his eyes were locked onto you much like a beast would with its prey. He looked like he may just eat you whole. There's a slicing sound before the wet coolness of the floor spreads across your ass and down the back of your thighs before he's hauling your legs over his hips. His fingers slip against your thighs so easily, gliding through the inky red that clung to you.
There's a beat of silence, just the huffing breaths between the both of you before the pressure between your legs makes you yelp. Your eyes widen to look down between the two of you, and you're not surprised to see he had in fact shoved his cock into you with no prep. It has your thighs tensing and walls naturally crushing around him in an attempt to stop him from pushing. What a shame that the man is stronger than you ever will be.
"Don't fight me," he huffs, eyes locked between the two of you before a hand joins to rub quick precise circles into your clit that has your hips rocking upwards to aid his endeavour in pushing his way through your walls until he was fully sheathed in your throbbing tight sex. "Doesn't it feel good? To be back where you belong?"
It does. It feels natural to be back under him, to be wrapped around him and intertwining your souls once again. It has your pained whimpers transforming into moans and murmurs of his name. "K-Katsuki, please." You huff, your claws digging into his forearms when he hunches himself over you to look directly into your eyes.
"Please what?" he doesn't move an inch despite your writhing, the muscles in his body steeling themselves like he was made of marble.
Licking the blood from your lips, you meet his mean gaze. "Fuck me already, I can't wait anymore."
He obliges immediately. His hips roll back before he's throwing them forward, the force of it has your body shifting along the floor easily with the aid of the bloodied concrete before he's grabbing at your thighs with big hands and holding you in place. His claws dig into your skin, easily breaking the reinforced skin before he's fucking into you with a snarl on his face. He looks unbelievably angry like he'd been betrayed by someone.
You imagine he believes he had been betrayed by you, you did lash out first, you did leave immediately, and you did cut him out of your mind link. Is that what he wanted? To be reconnected with you once again so he could see through your own eyes as if they were his? Your mind felt so muddy, wading through your thoughts was impossible with the pulsing of the blood rushing through your veins and the venom that pricked beneath your skin.
His fingers wrap themselves back around your throat, holding you in place when he hunches himself down and over you until his forehead is pressed against your own. His pace doesn't take a hit with the new position he's in, in fact, it feels like he's somehow deeper. Your moans are what he imagines it's like to hear an angel sing, it bounces off of the decaying walls and resonates deep in the pits of where his soul should be. "Let. Me. In." He snarls, not breaking eye contact when he speaks the command.
You have no choice but to let him in, reopening that link between the two of you is like trying to draw blood from a stone. It has a vein popping along your temple, and the throbbing in your mind feels like your head might explode the longer you stare into his eyes. There's a blissful second of nothing but silence before you're bombarded by a voice. "There you go." "What a good girl, I knew you could do it for me." His voice is loud in your head, with no escape from the rich timbre whilst he continues to fuck you with a reckless pace.
The pleasure you're feeling is doubling tenfold, you can feel everything. You can feel his pleasure as well as your own, you can feel the way you throb around his cock and in turn the way your walls are fluttering, milking him for all he's worth. You can taste the metallic bitterness of your own blood that's coursing through his own veins, and when you reopen your eyes you're staring directly into his own. But it's much more than that, it's as if you're staring into his soul, every emotion he had felt over the last 200 years without you has your body writhing.
It's too much, far too much information being forced into your brain and your eyes roll into the back of your head once Bakugou latches his lips back onto your throat. "Mine," the voice in your mind snarls, rumbling deep into your brain until it settles into your bones. "You'll only ever be mine."
The sinking of his teeth into your throat feels different now you've connected with him again, you feel the euphoric pleasure that rolls down his spine and forces his hips to continue to rut like a dog into your wet heat. The feeling has your orgasm snapping violently in your gut, your walls squeezing around his cock until he's forced to part from your throat with a low moan, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of his own rapture.
His cum is oddly hot inside of you, it always was an odd contrast to the usual coldness of your body and it often dropped you back into the days when you were just a human. Bakugou continues to roll his hips, forcing his cum to stay deep inside of you before he's settling his hips against your own and holding his weight on his forearms on either side of your head.
Finally, you look up at him with bright red eyes, swallowing the thickness in your throat and you track the way his adam's apple bobs when he copies the movement. "I've missed you," you whisper into his mind, and you see the instant relief settle on his face.
A hand gently comes down along your face, picking off the strands of hair that dried into the blood coating your skin before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too, princess," his voice even sounds softer in your mind, you can't help but relax under him when he pushes his own emotions into you. "I'm never letting you go."
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'just a peek won't hurt.' (1.5k)
eijirou kirishima x female reader
warnings: voyeurism, kirishima is a little bit of a perv in this one, peeping tom/spying, unknowing reader, male masturbation, female masturbation, readers sending nudes, reader is in a relationship but not with kirishima.
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Kirishima finally relaxes, his big muscles all slowly decompressing from the long day he had. It was a rough patrol, back-to-back calls of break-ins and villain takedowns. It was always rougher on the Sturdy Hero, he didn't have a quirk that made him quicker, if anything it made him slower when he used it. But still, he didn't let up and always sprinted after villains when they tried to get away.
His body slumps against the cool tile of the locker rooms, the wooden bench whining under the pure mass of the man but he can't find it in himself to care. All he could think about was showering, getting home and finally sleeping. Maybe he'd run into Denki and Sero before he got into his apartment, invite them over for a few beers and watch whatever sport was playing on TV.
That was the plan however until he heard a noise.
It was a noise that any man would recognise, one that made his stomach twist in knots but not in anxiety, but rather in pleasure. It was the undeniable sound of someone moaning.
At first, he thinks there must be someone else in the locker room, watching porn or something like that. He tilts his head to look down the long row of metal lockers until he sees the showers, he can't hear any water running and he's pretty certain most of the sidekicks had gone home much earlier than him.
The only people in the building would be the receptionist, the security guards, himself, Bakugou and — you.
Surely it can't be you, right? He goes quiet, maybe it was just his imagination. Sleep deprivation makes the mind does weird things, right? He nods his head, settling with the fact he was just overworked and stood up, hands on his knees before he stretches upwards. Large arms reach up until his fingertips brush against the ceiling, and then he freezes.
He hears it again, this time a different kind of moan like it was more of a name than just a noise. He follows it this time, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he edges closer and closer to the end of the locker rows to be met with a wall. But then he sees it, the outline of an old locker that used to be here but was recently removed for renovations in the shower end of the locker rooms.
But it's not the outline he's staring at, it's the holes in the wall that must've been from when it was bolted to the wall. And the sound is much clearer, much louder as he stares at the wall. It's sending him back into his high school days when he'd always scowl and lecture Mineta for daring to steal a glance at the girls in the locker room next door. But something is stopping him from stepping away, getting on with his routine because he knows those moans belong to only one person.
You.
He squeezes his eyes closed at the next moan, he thinks he can hear your hands brushing against your skin. His head gently bumps against the wall, long strands of red hair falling off of his shoulders and caging him in. Just him and this hole, a tiny thing that would let him just have a small glance at what he wondered you did hide under that costume of yours. Just a peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
So he opens his eye, large frame ducking down enough to level his eye with the closest opening and he nearly chokes on his spit. It takes everything within him to keep quiet, to not give away the fact he can very much see exactly what you're doing right now. You must know that there's no one else coming into the women's locker rooms or you wouldn't be sitting on one of the benches, costume tucked under your ass with your legs spread wide and your fingers stroking through along your pussy.
He should look away, Eijirou knows that, he knows it's a bad thing—an unmanly thing—to be spying on a woman in the first place, and it's even worse to watch a woman getting off unbeknownst to the person spying on her. But he feels entranced, enthralled entirely at the way your fingers dip down and he almost misses the way you're aiming your phone at yourself.
Then his stomach swoops again, right, you were taking videos for someone else. He's about to pull away, walk over to the showers and deal with the throbbing cock that's pressing uncomfortably against the band of his boxers when he hears something squelching, a slippery sound that has his stomach doing flips. You're playing with yourself, and he has to bite down on his fist to stop the bubbling groan that wanted to break out. He could only imagine in the past what it would sound like when you moaned in pleasure, what it would sound like when you spread your legs for him and—
Kirishima takes in a shaky breath, careful to not exhale too loudly whilst he watches you switch position on the bench so your back was to him. He usually would’ve opted for the preference of seeing your face but he can’t deny the view he has of your ass, so grabbable, biteable, fuckable. He wonders if you would’ve ever agreed to let him fuck your ass, maybe have you bent over in the showers or on your back so he had the perfect view of your pretty tits bouncing with each hard rut of his hips.
He couldn’t take it anymore, the aching pain in his pants was too much. His hand fumbles with his belt, careful to not let it fall entirely to the floor and then slips his hand beneath his trousers, grabbing the throbbing length of his cock through his boxers. He was ridiculously hard, had he always been such a pervert? He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before, but then again he was never presented the chance to see you fuck yourself on your fingers.
His boxers already felt damp near the head of his cock, his thumb rolling over the length of his cock until he reaches the tip. Biting down on his lip, he continues the slow tantalizing motion, all whilst watching the way you've moved from how you were sat on the bench and actually bending down—
Oh, fuck.
He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs squeeze together, your puffy pussy lips glistening with slick that he wishes he could taste on the tip of his tongue. Every curve of you is perfection, he needs to touch you, needs to feel your flesh beneath his big hands and see just how well you could handle his cock whilst it stretches you beyond your limits. His hand speeds up, stroking himself faster through the material of his boxers and his mind lets him replace the feeling of his boxers with the thought that it was your panties wrapped around his length, how the wetness is actually your own juices.
It seems you've finished sending pictures, putting your phone away into your bag and Kirishima expects you to stop, to go shower and clean yourself off, cut off whatever he had been watching. But instead, you remain there, albeit whilst putting away your hero costume and drinking from the water bottle you had brought in with you. Should he stop? It was somehow weirder now, you weren't doing anything exactly sexual... until your hands trailed up along your stomach, manicured nails slowly cupping your breasts and tweaking both of your nipples.
And the moan you let out is enough to send the man over the edge rather clumsily, his hand squeezing to attempt to stop his orgasm but it's too late. He can feel the sticky wetness on his skin and how it's starting to seep through the dark red material. His chest is heaving, he was usually a man capable of lasting much... much longer, had he really been turned on by you that much? A little bit of spying made him cum faster than ever before? He would've laughed if he wasn't aware of the way he was still leaning over the hole, eyes closed now but he can still hear you moving around on the other side of the wall.
If he wasn't coming down from his orgasm, if he wasn't so preoccupied with taking slow and quiet breaths then maybe Kirishima would've seen the satisfied smirk on your face, eyes flicking away from the hole on the wall and down to your phone. A quick text to the number of your boyfriend, "It worked."
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this will be linked to the DP fic in week 3 :)
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'you come here often?' (4.1k)
izuku midoriya x female reader
warnings: roleplaying, semi-public sex (bathroom sex at a club), alcohol, praise, fingering (f!receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, clothed sex, size difference/kink (i can't help it, i like my men big), creampie.
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You didn't do this often.
What with being so busy with work, and everything else. You didn't ever really find the time spare to spend a night to yourself, just letting your hair down and slipping into one of your shorter dresses. It was definitely a rare occasion but you weren't going to let it slip from between your fingers. Tonight was about you, and you were going to be on the prowl for something... fun.
How long had it been since you took someone home with you after a night out? Far too long. And tonight that changed, as you let the throb of the bass in your chest guide each and every one of your movements, head free and empty of any thoughts that involved work. It was a busy night tonight at the club you picked, many bodies pressed tight together, all moving together in unison to whatever song that pumped through the speakers.
And when you reopened your eyes, strobe lights flickered to create the illusion as if time had slowed down but you couldn't take your eyes off of the man who was leaning back against the bar, elbows propping himself up whilst his eyes seemed to track your own movements. He was massive, features hidden by the strobing bright lights until a rogue green strobe bounced across his face and you swore his eyes were glowing the most beautiful verdant green, like electricity.
But when the next flicker of white strobes went off, he was gone. Your eyebrow quirked as you gave a quick glance around to see if you could spot the giant of a man but somehow he had just vanished. A shame really, you had thought maybe you found your target for the night. A man big enough to throw you around as if it were no effort on his behalf, as well as one who most definitely would have you yearning for more the morning after.
The next song came and went, and all the whilst you let the mysterious man slip to the back of your mind to be forgotten about as you sipped on the cocktail you had been nursing for the last hour or so. Many bodies slipped past you, hands lingering on your hips for a fraction of a second before they vanished only for the process to repeat until hands that were engulfing your waist had you finally opening your eyes to see who had grown brave enough to lay their hands on you.
A head ducked down over your shoulder, a firm body pressed hard against your back and effortlessly moving along with your own movements. Naturally, your head fell back against his shoulder, the muscles flexing beneath the movement and his hair tickled against your cheek the further he leaned in closer to your ear. "You come here often?"
You snort at the comment, it's very cliche, something he must have heard on a romcom or something but the alcohol swimming through your blood has you grinning like a lovesick fool, eyes no doubt glazed over with a needy type of lust. "Not my usual scene, no," you turn your head enough to speak directly into his ear over the loud music, and finally you get a glance of the green hair that brushed against your face when he nodded along with your words before he turned again to speak.
"That makes two of us," his voice is smooth, caressing your brain with the way he speaks with so much confidence and the warmth of his breath fanning against the sweat on your neck isn't helping you wade through the swamp that is your mind. "Though I suppose like me, you're not here for the music."
You feel the way his lips curl into a smile against your ear at the sound of your laughter, his hands continue to roam along your hips and down to the hem of the short dress you were wearing. He was bold, you had to give him that. "Oh yeah? How could you tell?" you challenge, purposely rolling your hips back against his own and you couldn't miss the way he groaned under his breath directly into your ear, puffing out a hot breath that had your eyes fluttering in desire.
You hadn't even got a good look at the man who was fiddling with the ends of your dress and grinding the chub in his jeans up against your ass. And yet, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you home, to show you a good time just to forget everything that happened in the week.
"Saw the way you were watching me from across the room," a jolt of excitement sparks up your spine, prompting you to finally spin around in his arms which he allows surprisingly easy. His shoulders roll backwards when he stands back up to his full height, he had nearly a foot on you but he wasn't quite as imposing as you thought he might be.
Despite the fine structure of his face, the way his eyes were definitely flickering with a wisp of something electric and how the muscles in his arms would be enough to crush you if he got a hold of you—despite all of that, you felt no fear, no worry that maybe he was more trouble than he was worth. His smile was kind, features softer as he gazed down at you and he was stunning. The band of freckles across his face was hard to miss whilst he let the lights dance over his face.
Now facing him, you could feel just how hard he was against your stomach and yet it didn't show on his face that he was embarrassed or shy about it either. You grin finally at his words, his eyes dart down to your lips and he can't help but smile along with you, you're certain that must be his panty-dropping smile, it definitely has you squeezing your thighs together.
"You were definitely watching me first," you counter, and he shrugs with a look that says 'so what?', the boyish energy he's giving you is intoxicating.
"Maybe, couldn't help it with the way you were giving me a show."
"Oh, I was giving you a show?" you snicker, letting his hands pull you in tighter whilst his head ducks down into your space. Your eyes flutter at the closeness of his face, something sparks as familiar in your gut when you get a good close look at him but you can't quite put your finger on it—
"Yeah," he breathes, you hadn't even realised your lips were so close that you felt the word pass by his lips directly onto your own. His eyes bounced between your own, searching for something and he must've seen it when your hands curled into the side of his shirt, tugging on it as if you could move the mountain of a man. His lips pressed against your own, the fervour exploding between the two of you. He tasted of something bitterly alcoholic, not as sweet as the cocktail you had been drinking.
He also smelled intoxicatingly good, strong and musky but not so much so that it would have you choking on the smell. It was undeniably man, something that drew you in and had you itching to reach down and grab what was pressing painfully into your stomach. The sound of the music faded into nothing but a muffled background noise whilst your arm hooked around his neck, pulling him further down to your height as his lips moved against your own in tandem.
Your stomach flipped and dipped in excitement. Shamelessly you chased after his lips once he broke off first, a knowing smirk on his face each time he dipped his chin down to avoid your lips. It was teasing, playful and it had you playing easily into his hands. "Wanna get out of here?", you hadn't expected him to try it so early but you still were nodding along easily, glassy eyes watching how he smiled again before leaning down, laying a gentle kiss on your lips that seemed out of place given the moment.
He slipped a hand down to your own, large calloused fingers locking with your own before he turned to walk towards the exit but halted the second he felt you still not moving behind him. He turned, a confused look on his face as he watched the way you nervously chewed on your lip. "Gotta go the bathroom first," you say sheepishly, alcohol courage seeming to drain the second you spoke the words. But the man just nodded, effortlessly parting the way for the both of you as he guided you towards the long hallway that lead to the bathrooms.
Once free from the pulsing of the music and no longer squashed between sweaty bodies, you're both able to breathe for the first time that night and the tall man with green hair doesn't let your hand go until he's stood outside of the women's bathroom. Finally, he lets you go, watching you make haste into the bathroom, you spare a glance over your shoulder before the door closes. The off-white light of the bathroom light really helped you put a full picture of the man who was going to make or break your night, the butterflies swarmed tenfold when you caught the white of his teeth when he grinned at the way you were watching him.
Now with a clear head away from the strong musk of the mysterious man, you glance yourself over in the mirror and let the cool water from the sink run over your wrists to just try and ease off the erratic drum of your heart in your chest. The music was just a distant thump, but it felt like your head was still swimming. That man outside was heartbreakingly stunning, you had no doubt in your mind he must be a hero or something of the sort with the physique he had. That had you grinning to yourself in the mirror like some lunatic, eyes glittering at the fact a pro hero would look at you like that. Lady luck was definitely on your night tonight it seemed.
Not wanting to wait any longer you pulled open the door to see him still standing there, one foot propped up against the opposite wall whilst his arms were crossed over his chest and his head snapped to attention the second the door opened. But you couldn't find it in yourself to move forward, watching the way his eyes skimmed you up and down now that he could see you properly, how they lingered on your exposed thighs and slowly trailed up until they settled on your breasts. He was shameless, and yet you couldn't stop the way it made you feel—hot and fuzzy.
"Ready?" he said once he was in front of you, cutting you off from the outside world with just the broadness of his shoulders. You blinked up at him, trying to convey some sort of message to him, trying to tell him how badly you wanted him to fuck you.
And once again, luck was on your side as he grinned more wolfish than you had seen on his face before he's crowding you back into the bathroom, eyes darting to the open stalls to make sure no one else was in here with the two of you before he clicks the lock shut on the bathroom.
Now that you're in here alone, you're certain he can hear the pounding of your heart in your chest. He was impossibly big and so imposing, everything about him screamed strong and powerful. But nothing screamed at you to run when he had you pinned against the bathroom counter, marble painfully digging into your back as he loomed over you. The soft gaze in his eye was long gone and replaced with something deeper and darker, an indescribable lust that was primal.
His chest brushed against your own with every deep breath he pulled in, both of his hands now pressed against the counter on either side of you effectively making sure you had no escape. "You're so beautiful," he smirks at the way your eyelashes flutter at his sweet words, how you struggle to keep yourself up with the jelly in your legs. "Can't wait to ruin you."
You jolt at the force he kisses you, your back bending some more over the counter behind you until he bends down to hook both of his hands around the back of your thighs to hoist you up and onto the cool marble. All the whilst he bites and nips at your lips, begging you to let him into your mouth and you do without much of a fight. Your tongue meets his halfway in a smooth roll before he's pushing in further, stroking his tongue along your own and up over the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he repeats the actions over and over. He's devouring you whole and you may just let him.
It was over far too soon for your liking, saliva coating your lips whilst his were smothered in a messy smear of lipgloss. His chest heaved, tongue darting out to taste the sweet strawberry that lingered there. You finally let your hands wander him for the first time that evening, stroking your fingers down along the expensive material of his shirt before you reached the hem of it. His eyes watched you with intense interest, to see your next move, to see if you were brave enough.
He fell into you easily when you tilted your head back, inviting him in for another long kiss. Once he was fully engrossed in sucking your tongue into his mouth did you let your hand wander beneath his shirt, you were definitely correct in thinking the man had to be a hero of some type. His stomach tensed at the warmth of your hand splaying out on his abs, feeling the multitude of ridges and dips, the long and deep scars that you're sure held some of the most exciting stories. You hope maybe you'd get another chance of hearing about them, but for now, you wanted what was lurking beneath his trousers.
The kiss stuttered when he had to take a gasping breath, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you ditched the effort to caress his stomach and went straight for groping his dick through his jeans, delicate fingers squeezing him as much as you could. "Careful, might end up fucking you right here." he groans through gritted teeth at the way you squeeze him again at the filth that spilt from his mouth.
"And what if I want that, Mr. Hero?" you smirked at the way he finally opened his eyes, a half-hearted glare meeting your teasing gaze.
"Izuku," he responds with and you furrow your brows together in confusion. "Call me Izuku, please."
"Okay, Izuku," he shudders visibly at the way you purr his name, hand working the fly and button of his jeans before you slip into the warmth of his boxers. "Gonna give me what I want?"
His chest heaves in shallow breaths, eyes drifting away from your own to see the hand buried in his boxers. You were stroking him so delicately, the tips of your nails barely scratching along the smooth velvet of his skin and along the throbbing vein, he was at breaking point and you seemed to notice that when you finally took him in your hand. It was still a tight squeeze but you still somehow managed to stroke him despite the restriction, your wrist rolling effortlessly as if you had done this a thousand times before.
"You asked for it," he groans before stepping back enough to cause your hand to slip free from his boxers and before you could complain, he's manhandling you off of the counter and bending you over it. You're forced to awkwardly hang over the sink, a hand pressed to the large mirror that covered the entirety of the wall and the other gripping the edge. "Wanted to take my time with you." he murmurs more to himself before there's warmth on the back of your thighs from both of his hands.
He shamelessly grabs and squeezes at your flesh, letting his hips roll against the roundness of your ass before his fingers slip upwards until your dress is bunched around your waist. The deep guttural groan has you clenching around nothing once he gets a good look at you, you had worn your favourite pair of lace panties tonight. They had no lines and well, they were sexy, and you were fully expecting to get laid.
"Oh, wow," he breathes, fingers grabbing at your ass to spread you wide for him and you feel yourself heating up at the compromising position, how he was letting his thumb brush up and down over the material between your ass cheeks before slipping down to press against your slit. "You definitely were hoping to get lucky tonight, huh?"
"Mhm," you reply, biting on your bottom lip, truly you wanted to give him a response back about how he was clearly the one looking for some tonight too with the way he was eyefucking you across the room before he had even approached you but you couldn't even think properly at this point. His fingers slipped under the lace at the top of your ass before he helped guide it down until they were loose around your ankles, caught on the intricate straps of your heels.
The tips of his fingers glide smoothly against your slit, dipping against your entrance teasingly before brushing back down to tap twice against your clit, each time causing you to jump. Izuku chuckles softly behind you, a little breathless as he gets lost in a smooth way his fingers stroke down along your cunt and back up again until he's slowly but surely pushing in two fingers at once. He figures time is definitely not on his side, considering the bathroom situation.
You moan at the stretch of just two fingers alone, unwillingly clenching around the digits in hopes of just holding them there deep inside of you. The fullness was intoxicating, and all your brain could supply was the possibility of what his cock must feel like. His wrist rolls smoothly, trained fingers angling slightly downwards against your walls whilst his thumb presses against your clit. The reaction was immediate, as he had hoped, your hips bucking back into his hips and forcing his fingers to rub delicately over the spongy spot deep inside of you.
"Izuku," you moan when he crooks his fingers again, tilting his head to watch your facial expressions in the mirror when he repeatedly taps his fingers against the spot that has your stomach twitching and thighs tensing up. "P-Please, shit, just fuck me already."
You miss the grin on Izuku's face as he watches your eyes flutter closed when he speeds up the movement of his fingers inside of you, your moans growing higher in pitch until you were completely silent except for panting breaths, lips parted in a pretty 'o'. Then suddenly his fingers are gone, you're violently jerked away from the orgasm he had nearly ripped from you and you try to glare at him through the mirror to which he just shrugs.
"You did ask for it," and his eyebrows raise when you ready yourself to speak back, to snip at the man who was playing with your orgasm for enjoyment before he's thrusting his cock into you in one fluid motion. You gasp before it rolls into a long moan, your hand tightens the grip it has on the marble counter whilst the other helps with pushing you back against Izuku to try and somehow take all of him inside of you deeper.
Izuku keeps his hands on your waist, fingers clutching at the fabric of your dress whilst his chin is dipped to his chest watching intently at the way he disappears into your slick cunt. "Shit," he groans finally, huffing out a breath he hadn't seemed to notice he was holding once his hips are flush with your ass. His hands move downwards, thumbs hooking either side of your ass to pull you apart for him, to see the way you clench around him fruitlessly to pull him in further. You were perfection, "Such a perfect pussy."
His thrusts are fluid after that, a practised movement that has both of your minds going blank. Just filled with the devotion to fuck one another into oblivion, to help each other reach their own slice of heaven. You finally look up into the mirror, just to see Izuku was already looking directly at you through the mirror and his eyebrows twitch, gaze hardening the longer he holds eye contact with you. His thrusts grow harsher, the slapping sound almost violent and the wet squelch of your cunt gushing around his cock is disgusting, downright filthy. Yet neither of you can think of that, not with the tension building between the two of you.
Izuku dips down slightly, a large meaty hand grabbing one of your thighs to bring up your leg to prop it against the counter and you have to remove your hand from the mirror to cover your mouth to smother the scream that wanted to escape. The angle was made to hit against your g-spot, to have your vision darkening around the edges and your mind a fuzzy blanket that shrouded you in a hazy warmth. "Cum for me angel," the pet name rolls off his tongue far too easily, and neither of you are able to unpack what that could mean whilst he fucks into you, fingers now swirling against your puffy clit that brings upon your rapture.
You squeal into your hand, sucking in a deep breath through your nose and your eyes roll back. The orgasm is a violent one, hitting you like a wave would against rocks, it has your walls squeezing and twitching around his cock trying to milk him for all he's worth whilst legs tremble, hips bucking up to try and get away from the hand that wouldn't give up on playing with your clit. "Good girl, you did so well for me."
"Gonna fill this pussy now, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you full of my cum?" he's rambling now, babbling on about how you'd look so good with his cum leaking from your sloppy pussy, you can't help but clench around him, Izuku's voice tapering off into a low groan and his hips thrusting a little more aggressively causing the edge of the counter to press harshly into your thighs, the angle is still just as head spinning now that he's fucking into you with the purpose to make himself cum.
And he does finally cum, the whine from his throat doesn't match the large frame that nearly curls over you from the force of his orgasm. His cock twitches ruthlessly against your walls, and each rope of cum feels thick and hot, coating you from the inside until you can feel it being pushed forcibly from around his cock and down along your thigh.
The air is quiet for a moment, just the intense breathing from the both of you before Izuku is the first to break the silence with a delicate kiss on your shoulder, then your neck. "I didn't go too far did I, angel?" his voice was different from the way he had spoken to you all evening, no longer a stranger but rather your boyfriend of four years.
You smile at him through the mirror, his eyes that gooey type that tells you he's spent. "No baby, you did good," he lays another kiss to your shoulder before he's pushing off of you and leaving you empty whilst he goes and grabs the toilet paper to clean up the mess between your thighs.
"Though you did nearly break character," you smirk at the wide-eyed look he gives you.
"I did? I didn't even notice."
You hum, nodding a little whilst shimmying your panties back up and turning to look up at Izuku with a dopey smile. "Yeah, called me angel when you wanted me to cum," and he somehow manages to blush, intensifying the freckles dotting his face and you can't help but laugh. The man was a big softie deep down.
"C'mon, let's go before someone breaks down the door or something." you pat his chest gently, turning towards the door and he's hot on your tail with a kiss to your head when you stop to check if the coast was clear.
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'voice of an angel' (2.1k)
izuku midoriya x female reader
warnings: auralism (sexually aroused by sound), phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise, established relationship, pet names angel & baby used
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Long distance was hard.
Izuku knew that, and yet every time he was sent away for the month-long missions he felt his heart break a little bit when he saw your saddened expression when you waved him off at the airport. It wasn't the fear of never coming home that had both of you upset, but rather the unbreakable bond the two of you had formed over the years spent together.
Yet, he still couldn't get enough of you and he wasn't going to let the 2,000 miles difference get in the way of that.
Izuku knew it wouldn't be much later for you than it was for him, he was only in Hong Kong for a mission, hardly two thousand miles and just an hour difference but still he felt a little bad when he was laid out on his bed in his fancy hotel room, arm tucked behind his head to hold his phone between a large bicep and his ear whilst he waited for you to pick up.
"'Zuku?" you asked, and his stomach tightened a little at the tired tone you had, you must've just gotten to asleep and here he was waking you up with less than pure intentions.
"Hi angel, sorry did I wake you?" he bit the fat of his bottom lip when you yawned and groaned stretching out your body, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. It had only been two weeks but that was far too long for the number two hero.
He heard a shuffle of blankets, and then a huff. "Yeah, but it's okay, you know I always wanna talk to you 'zuku." and doesn't he know that's the truth. Every time he goes away on a mission, you are always quick to answer the call no matter the time difference and he loves you a little bit more if that were even possible every time you tell him that.
"How'd your day go? You had that big meeting, didn't you?" Izuku asks, shifting a little on the bed as his empty hand trailed across his exposed chest, and down along his stomach. All he can imagine is you doing it for him, you always had such a soft touch with your pretty acrylic nails and shy smile when he shivered as you passed over his nipples.
He can hear you talking in his ear about your day, about your meeting and how your boss is still a bit mean to you and he does know he should be listening. But his hand is wandering by itself, lower and lower until it brushes against his hardening cock beneath his boxers. Just the sound of your voice alone was enough to get him all worked up, the softness of your voice caressing his ear through the speaker of his phone.
"Izuku?" you ask finally, and he has to stop his hand from slipping under the waistband of his boxers for a moment. "Still there?"
"Mhm, of course, angel, just love listenin' to you." you hum in response to that, he can hear a rustle of something again that sounds faintly like the blanket being kicked off of your body and then the click of a light. It's quiet for a few more moments, just the sound of your gentle breathing on the other end of the phone, it wasn't awkward just the act of knowing the other is there on the other side was comforting enough.
Izuku can't stop his hand as it encircles the base of his cock, having pushed down his boxers at some point whilst you were talking about your day. It's aching, weeping from the tip with wasted precum that just yearns to be licked off by your delicate tongue. You always were so good with making sure nothing was wasted, always making sure that every inch of his cock was either covered in your spit or your arousal when you spread yourself wide for him to fuck you into oblivion.
"Miss you," you murmur, and the admission has his cock twitching. Fuck does he miss you too. It hadn't even been all that long considering but it feels like an eternity since he had been buried between your legs.
"Yeah?" it comes out breathier than he'd like, and you go quiet on the other end of the phone at the tone in his voice. "Miss you so much too baby, can't wait to come back home." The grip on himself tightened when you whined, it wasn't even remotely sexual—you were upset about the distance between the two of you—yet Izuku couldn't stop the way his hips bucked up into his own fist, head dropping back onto the fluffed up pillows as it took every muscle in his body to stop himself from openly moaning down the phone to you.
"I'm still not used to sleeping alone," you start, "not the same without you holding me to sleep every night." and he agrees, wholeheartedly. His mind skips over the fact sleeping with you every night brings him a sense of peace but rather it supplies him with every single time he's snuggled up close to your back, thick arms looped around you and your ass sitting so perfectly against his hips has him rolling his eyes back, chewing on his bottom lip once again.
And just when he thinks he might be getting away with the fact he's jerking off to the sound of your voice, "Miss when you'd fuck me to help me fall asleep." Shit. You caught onto him, and his cheeks heat immediately but his hand doesn't falter in the up and down motion he's started.
"Especially when you'd come home late at night, and you'd just slide my panties to the side..." he hears the sigh, a sigh of longing but he can hear the telltale signs of your arousal spiking just as much as his. Izuku finally does groan, letting your words wash over him whilst his thumb strokes over the head of his cock.
"Fuck, angel, I need you so bad." he near enough whines, the hitch of your breath on the other end of the line almost lost in the midst of it. “I need you more than anything in the world. Feels like forever since I’ve been buried between those beautiful thighs.” he’s rambling but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want to stop if he can keep hearing the way you try to keep your moans quiet—to try and hide the fact he’s still got such a hold over you despite the thousands of miles between you.
Izuku sits up, leaning his back against the headboard whilst he puckers his lips, letting the spit dribble between beautifully plump lips until it hits the head of his cock. And he moans, the drastic difference between the heat of his cock and the coolness of his spit reminding him of how you’d always spit on his cock before blowing against it, the cold always made his toes curl.
“‘Zuku, oh fuck,” you moan and then he hears it. It’s faint but he can hear something wet, the sound of your fingers gliding back and forth against your clit and this time his toes do curl for real, head thumping back against the headboard. But he knows you can do better than just the little fingers of yours, he didn’t help you stock an impressive collection of toys for no reason.
“Baby, do me a favour and get your favourite toy for me,” his tone shifts from that whining, needy one and instead into the tone that meant you had no room to argue, to tell him you didn’t need a toy to be satisfied. So you obey, he listens to the drawer slide open and then closed once you grab a box. It’s quiet for a few more moments, just the wet slow stroking noise of his cock before he hears a low buzzing sound. “The vibrator?”
You hum your affirmative, “Good girl, put me on speaker and then down between your legs.” An odd request but too far gone in the mindset of getting to hear your boyfriend cum to just noises alone has you dropping your phone onto the bed between your legs after hitting the speaker button. “Use those fingers to stretch yourself out first beautiful, want you ready for my cock.”
His fist immediately speeds up when he hears your fingers between your thighs, spreading yourself open before dipping two fingers inside. You moan, long and quiet, he knows he should tell you to stop holding back your noises but he’ll get around to making you scream for him sooner rather than later. The wet squelching sound is loud against his ear, his panting breaths just as loud on the other end and the low groan when he squeezes a little tighter around the base of his cock to try and hold himself back longer.
“Please,” you whine and he bites hard on his bottom lip. He can just imagine the look you’re giving him, big doe eyes with a pouty lip, begging him to fuck you until you don’t even know your own name. Just his. “Izuku, please.”
“Please what angel? Hm? Thought I taught you better than that.” he taunts, even though he knows he should just give you what you want, hardly holding onto whatever sanity he has left before he lets himself slip into the grasping hands of his impending orgasm.
“Need more,” you moan, “Need you inside me ‘zuku.” He can fucking hear the pout in your voice, his hips bucking up against his hand and he has to restrain himself from stroking himself to completion.
He rewards your admission with a groan, one that has goosebumps erupting along your skin and a shiver dancing down your spine. “Fuuuck, such a good girl.” Izuku all but moans, giving into the need to move his hand once again. “Go ahead baby, fuck yourself for me.” and he listens to the sound of your fingers slipping out of your wet heat, it’s obscenely loud but he knows he’s heard it louder—usually when he’s been in between your legs for hours, eating you out for his pleasure, not yours.
Izuku can hear the buzz of the vibrator again, sucking in a harsh breath and pressing his ear impossibly closer to the phone speaker to listen to the sound of it being pushed into your pussy, the sound of your loud moan when the vibrations immediately make your legs quiver and your walls tighten around the dildo you’re slowly but surely pushing in until you can’t anymore. “So good for me, taking it so well baby.” he grins when you moan louder than you would’ve liked to over the phone, he’s always had a knack for making you a mess with the way he speaks to you.
No one ever suspects the big gentle giant Izuku Midoriya to be so filthy with his mouth.
It’s not long until he can hear the slick wet sound of you thrusting the toy in and out, even hears the blankets crinkling under your feet when your toes curl. “Oh baby,” you moan, finally finding your tongue despite the lust clouding your mind. “Feels so good, ‘m not gonna last like this.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” his hand gripping a little tighter, biceps tensing and his stomach tightening when you whine, despite the vibrator being buried deep inside of you he can hear how fast it is, how it’s practically shaking your entire lower half. “Yeah you are, c’mon baby. Give it to me,” he grunts, voice dipping low as he grows closer himself.
Your moan grows louder and louder, he thinks he can hear your fingers also gliding over the slick wetness of your clit before you catapult yourself off of the edge and directly into your orgasm. You moan his name so beautifully, he imagines it’s a sound that must be close to what angels sound like. He can’t stop himself now, fully giving into the slice of heaven you had gifted him with your voice alone and letting his stomach tighten, toes curling before his hips buck up aggressively.
Thick white ropes of cum hit his chest, dipping between the dips of his abdominal muscles and dripping along scarred thick fingers that can’t stop from slowly stroking up and down, squeezing the tip to get everything he possibly can from his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, angel, I love you so much.” he breathes, his body finally relaxing despite the sticky mess that’s slowly starting to grow cold on his body.
He smiles when you laugh gently, all airy and light like a fairy. “Love you too ‘zuku,” and he lets his eyes close for a moment, just to bask in the post-orgasmic state between the two of you. He thinks he can last the next two weeks until he can head back home to you, to show you just how much he’s really missed you.
“But if you call me again at 3am just to jerk off, I will hang up.”
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'are you done?' (1k)
shouta aizawa x female reader
warnings: impact play, brat taming, spanking, paddle use, flogger use, light bdsm (restraints), degrading, sir kink.
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Discipline.
It had always been engrained hard into the undercover pro hero. The hard regimen of keeping himself well-trained, keeping himself on top of his game and never giving up his secret weapon when on missions.
And his relationships were no different, it was no secret that Shouta was always the dominating one. He had no time for nonsense, but he always chased the thrill of being able to tame someone. To fuck the brat out of them until they were nothing but a crying mess on the end of his cock.
So tonight, you were on the receiving end of some very much-needed taming.
Your heart was racing, each time the man passed in front of you had your stomach lurching in excitement. You had finally managed to get under his skin after a long day of pestering him whilst he worked in his office. You just wouldn't listen to him, prancing around in those shorts that you know are far too small and show far too much beneath them (not that he ever means it when he complains, he loves to see your ass on show for him).
He looked stunningly sexy tonight, you had suspected as much when he told you to get onto the bed and sit there like a good girl whilst he got everything ready. He wore his hair back in a ponytail, exposing the deep tired lines on his face every time he glared at you, but there was no heat behind it—just pure lust. The black shirt he was wearing was tight, you think you've seen him in it before in an interview. He looks too good for his own good, and just maybe this would all be worth it if you could get him looking so fuckable.
A quick clap on your ass has you jolting forward, as much as you could anyway in the restraints he had put you in. He bound your legs together and forced you onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself as a perfect target to use a paddle on. You hated this paddle however, it had the word 'Brat' cut out of it and the corners were sharp when you got spanked with it a few times. It was bought as a gag joke, a little jab at you for always being a brat for Shouta but after he used it on you for the first time weeks ago, seeing the way your body reacted to the pinching yet pleasurable pain. It had his cock stirring beneath his tight pants.
"Are you done being a brat now?" his voice is deep, low and in that tone where you know, he's struggling to keep himself in check. The need to climb up behind you and fuck you senseless is making his mind foggy. "Or do I need to bring out the flogger?"
The thought has your toes curling, back arching a little more to show just how soaked you were to the man. You shouldn't love the leather flogger he owns as much as you do, but the way he drags it over your already sore ass and thighs before spanking you with it is heavenly. A type of sensitive pain that just feels good, one that could definitely push you to an orgasm if you were needy enough.
He stops behind you again, and you realise he may be onto you already. "Oh? Does the slut want the flogger?"
"Please Shout—". A harsh smack to your right thigh has you squealing, body arching away but to no avail. "Please, sir, wan' the flogger."
He hums, seeming in deep thought as to if he should even really give you something you want. You were being a real pain in his ass today but he also knows how easy it is to have you brainless once he uses the flogger on you, how you babble for his cock and cry about how you'll never interrupt his phone calls again by flashing your tits at him from his office door.
You listen intently as he steps away, grabbing at something that was on the dresser off to the side before you feel it. The soft stroking of leather tassels dragging along the raised skin that had been spanked previously. It has you shivering, thighs tensing and urging you to back away from the pinchy pain. The moan that slips past your lips is dirtier than the previous ones, genuine deep pleasure being heard before the feeling vanishes.
Then it's replaced by a quick burning sensation, the tassels spreading out across the back of both your thighs, catching against your puffy clit that Shouta was insistent on torturing today with his fingers. You scream into the covers, your body shuddering in aftershocks at the jolt of pleasure and pain that shot up your spine and settled into the back of your skull.
It continued like that for some time, the gentle touches before the harsh sound of the flogger cutting through the air before it slapped against your skin.
"And now?" He finally asks, putting the flogger down to use his hands to soothe your skin. His hands were always naturally cold, making you whine at the difference in temperatures between your tortured skin and his calloused hands. "You gonna finally be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty pussy, hm?"
You sniffle into the sheets, looking over your shoulder at him and he has that gooey soft look in his eyes. One that shows he thinks he might've gone too far this time, maybe he pushed a little too hard in his punishment but it's always wiped away when you say "Yes sir, ready to be your good girl now."
He may love his discipline, and his strict routine but he can't deny the guilty pleasure that comes from making you submit to him, to let him fuck the brat out of you until you challenge him again in the near future.
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'don't move' (2.3k)
keigo takami x female reader
warnings: knife play, dom/sub dynamics sorta, edging (both receiving), orgasm denial.
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Keigo Takami was a well-trained man, from the moment the Commission recognised his potential he was put through vigorous regimes. When to eat, when to sleep, who to spy on and eventually, who to kill. He was the ultimate weapon to use against villains, always having the upper hand over them with the information supplied from the intelligence of the Commission.
So just how did he end up being the one blindsided one evening?
It was the usual time Keigo would be heading come, shedding the mask known as ‘Hawks’ and slipping effortlessly into the loving boyfriend who would dote upon you the second he stepped into your shared penthouse. But something made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end, wings threatening to flare wide open despite the thin hallway he had just walked in. His toes curled in his boots at the idea of having to fight after such a long day, but even worse was the thought that you had been caught up in something bad.
Keigo was no angel, he had his fair share of enemies and you were the perfect target for anyone who wanted to drive the winged hero over the edge.
His footsteps were slow yet well practised as he avoided every squeaking floorboard, golden eyes flitting about in the darkness to see if he could spy someone or something that would give him any sort of idea as to what could possibly be going on. He ventures further into the open plan section of the apartment, wings fluttering behind him in preparation for something or someone to jump out at him at any given moment.
Just off to the side, he can see the light above the stove is still on, but that means nothing in truth, it could've been left on from last night for all he knows. But something still doesn't feel quite right, like someone is watching him from the darkness of his own home. Would the commission really be spying on him here? They said he earned this, that he earned the luxury of having his own space where he could live in a domestically blissful way with his beautiful girlfriend who—
"Thought you're meant to have heightened senses or something?" comes the honeyed voice that's hot against his ear, a warm body pressed between the two large wings that are forced to spread a little wider to accommodate the body.
Keigo, however, is not worried about either of these facts but instead about the long red blade that's being held to his throat. He curses himself inwardly for being so lazy the previous night, he had preened, reluctantly, and left many feathers laying about. Of course, he could simply just "deactivate" his quirk, but something about the warmth of the body seeping through his black shirt and the threat of something deadly against his throat has his cock twitching beneath the heavy weight of his hero costume.
"Playing a dangerous game there, sweetheart." he coos, though you don't miss the shake in his voice or the way he swallows thickly after he finishes his sentence. His hands are splayed in front of him to show he's not a threat, not yet anyway, and that you do in fact have the upper hand in the situation.
"Maybe," you admit but you push your body a little firmer against his own, guiding him towards the plush couch situated in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the entirety of the city. "Sit."
And like the obediently trained dog that Keigo is, he sits with a huff on the couch and lets his wings spread wide so he can melt properly into the soft material. He can see you now finally, despite the dark, you have an ethereal outline to yourself from the downtown bright lights that glow and illuminate the living room. "What's this all about then, hm?" he tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow cocked and you have to hold yourself strong so as to not fold in so easily to the absolute fuckboy eyes he's sending your way.
"Shut up," you demand, pointing the blade towards him and he makes a face—showing that he's absolutely at your mercy, even flashing his palms again to show you that you entirely have the reigns this time. He remains quiet when you bring the point of the blade down to his chest, his eyes trained directly on the feather.
"Scared?" you have the audacity to ask a man who has never known fear.
Keigo smirks, eyes flicking up to meet your own and your stomach swoops with butterflies at the look he's giving you. You know that look too well. "Not at all, just really fuckin' turned on right now." finally his heart flutters at the sight of your lips fighting the twitch of an oncoming smile, he always manages to do that, always makes sure you’re not actually mad or angry with him and seeing the soft gaze in your eye reassures him that you’re not actually about to put an end to his life.
“Don’t move,” you scold him with a scathing look when he chuckles, pressing the tip of the blade just a little firmer until it slices through the skintight material of his shirt and down the middle flawlessly. He marvels momentarily at just how you learned to cut through clothing so seamlessly without scratching at his skin, but he’s brought back to attention when the blades under his chin prompting him to meet your eyes.
It takes everything within Keigo to hold onto his self-restraint when you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, finally setting the feather down onto the couch next to him but he figures that perhaps that won't be the last time it'll be used on him tonight. His eyes readjust onto you, pupils were blown wide when your hands stroke up his thighs slowly, feeling the tense muscle beneath the loose-fitting pants he was wearing.
"Off," and he doesn't have to be told twice, shifting his hands down to the belt to unclip it before he's practically shoving both his pants and boxers down until they rest around his ankles. He flushes bright at the giggle that leaves your throat, "Someone's needy," it feels strange on your tongue but he has said it so often to you in the past, the way his cock twitches against his stomach is sign enough that the words work just as well on him.
He thinks you might prolong this game of holding the power above his head but your hand finally slides along his thigh, brushing through the blonde hairs there before you're wrapping a delicate hand around the base of his cock with a gentle squeeze. Keigo's head drops back on the couch, eyes clenching closed at just a simple gesture that has him fighting desperately to not buck up into your hand as you just hold him there.
Just as he's about to speak, to tell you to just do something, his words get caught in his throat at the warm feeling of your spit meeting the flushed tip of his cock before dribbling all the way down until it's nestled into the blonde hairs at the base. Your fingers work delicately, stroking up and down to ensure you spread the wetness equally. Circling your wrist gently and brushing your thumb repeatedly over the head has Keigo's thighs tensing up quickly, toes curling in the boots he was still wearing. You were working to make him cum, and fast.
"B-Baby, wait," he pants, head lifting up in time to see your hand hovering over the blade next to him when he lifted his own in an attempt to get you to slow down. "Fuck, 'm gonna cum if you don't slow down," a moan making its way up through his throat at his admission, hips bucking against his will when you squeeze a little tighter around his cock.
He's close, so fucking close, just a little more—
His stomach lurches when your hand disappears from around his length, letting it slap against his stomach harshly and making him jolt. The orgasm he was so close to has disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the game between the two of you shifts dramatically. So that's your play here? To edge him until he's crying for it? He scowls at you now, a rare sight of the man who was always so relaxed around you.
"You don't want to play this game with me." it's a soft warning, you know that but nonetheless it has your thighs clenching together, the warmth there insufferable. His eyes constricted and dilated again as they drifted down to your lips, observing the way you rolled your tongue over your bottom lip – readying yourself to quip with something sharp back.
But just as your lips parted, there was a slight pressure on your throat. You blinked with wide eyes, lips still agape and you glanced down just enough to get a glimpse of the shimmering red feather that Keigo was now holding to your throat. There was no real pressure behind it, but the threat had your stomach dipping and thighs pressing together to ease the ache of clenching around nothing.
Keigo watched with interest at the way your eyes seemed to display every emotion and thought, jumping away from the fact you held the power over him and to having none in a split second. "What's wrong baby? Scared?" he coos condescendingly, angling the blade just so that it slides up along your throat until it's tucked under your chin, forcing your head back enough to be peering up at him directly.
"Stand up, pretty." and you do, getting to your feet slowly and carefully to ensure the pressure didn't shift but you knew Keigo would never let that happen, his control over his own quirk was the best you had seen. This time, it's you on the receiving end as he flicks the blade effortlessly as if it were nothing, it most likely isn't anything for the No. 2 Pro. The cold air of the apartment is instant, the slipping of your now shredded clothes falling to the floor in a heap at his feet.
He doesn't need to speak his next command, spreading his thighs a little and patting one with the free hand whilst the other twirls the feather between deft fingers. You wordlessly climb atop his thighs, the way you spread yourself open for him has his cock twitching against his stomach, urging him to bury himself inside of you already.
"I think it's time for a bit of punishment for what you pulled, hm?" he says before biting on his bottom lip, rutting his hips just hard enough to have you falling forward with both hands against his chest and face inches away from his own. His eyebrow arches in a silent question, you had been through this routine with Keigo plenty of times before. Sliding a hand down between the two of you, your fingers rewrapped around his cock and shifting your hips just enough to have the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance.
Just as you started to sink down his length, the pressure returned to your throat. Keigo watched with lazy, yet lustful eyes as you finally bottomed out. Thighs touching his own, your hands pressed hard against his stomach to keep yourself up straight and not leaning into the blade despite the urge to just lean forward a little, to roll your hips enough to press against that soft spot.
"Kei—" you whined when he pinched a nipple with his free hand, tugging on the peak firmly with that same boyish grin on his face. "Please,"
"Please what?" he arches an eyebrow, head tilting causing his hair to fall free from his face.
"Fuck me," you whine when his hand wanders, brushing scarred fingers against your clit briefly for parting before you could feel any sort of real relief. "Please, 'm sorry, please just fuck me."
"Good girl," is all he supplies before his feet press firmer into the ground, sliding down just enough on the couch before his thighs tense up. All the whilst the blade was held an inch away from your throat, a small mercy for what is to come. The pace he sets is brutal from the get-go, you assume at first it's to get himself off quickly after the stunt you pulled until you feel those same fingers pinch your clit harshly.
You yelp, falling forward which causes the blade to meet your neck but Keigo is alert enough to soften the edge of the blade. The feathered edge brushed against your throat with each harsh rut of his hips, your breasts bouncing relentlessly in front of his face. His fingers rub instead soothing yet tight circles on your clit, your stomach tensing and twitching from the way all your muscles tense up.
"Gonna cum for me, angel?" Keigo manages to speak through his own groans, teeth-gritting hard as he focuses on the way his cock disappears into the depths of your pussy only to return coated with slick arousal and a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. He can feel the way your walls are fluttering, the way your moans are getting pitchier and more breathy, you're so close—
"Too bad."
He stops abruptly, you falling flat onto his thighs and he pulls the feather out of the way quickly enough as you collapse on his chest. His fingers have abandoned your clit, leaving you feeling desperate for your orgasm. But this was what he said he'd do, a punishment for what you did to him. However, you feel as though your single instance is going to be punished over and over until he deems you well and truly fucked out and pliant on his cock.
Then maybe, just maybe, he'll let you finally cum before he fills your pussy.
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