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Izuku doesn't have many vices, mostly because he doesn't allow himself to indulge in any. Thinking them more as nasty habits or stains on his perfect PR record than anything else. Like headaches he'd rather avoid or didn't seem worth the bashing he'd receive from fans and haters online.

But that didn't mean he never indulged.

Especially with the weight of being the number one hero pressing down onto his broad shoulders, pushing him further into his sulking as he drapes himself over the smooth bar top. Half finished handle of liquor under his scarred palm, swirling the last dredges of the clear liquid inside as he thinks about ordering another.

Izuku was only here at this tiny lively bar in the small forgotten prefecture of Tokyo because Kaminari dragged him here. The electric blonde wasn't sure if Izuku had a girlfriend or not, he knew his occasional hero partner to be secretive about his love life which was the opposite of Kaminari who often advertised just how single he was. Denki dragged the hulking hero because Izuku needed to “live a little” and it was “cuffing season.”

Izuku didn't know what that meant.

Googling it is how he finds himself on the brink of a spiral with his perfectly white teeth sinking into the inside of his lip before his tongue laps at the metallic tang that floods his mouth.

It doesn't stop his teeth from sinking into tender flesh, it doesn't stop him from swallowing down more burning booze or sighing loudly.

He just can't stomach the thought of having to face his mother without a date during the holidays again this year. Don't mistake this concern for self pity nor vanity. Izuku is not the type of man who thinks he deserves to have people fawning at his feet, hell the man often grappled with feeling deserving of his given quirk on a daily basis more often than not.

But the way his mother looks when she opens the door, how her big smile drops the slightest when Izuku shows up and no one is there under his arm or holding his hand. Or awkwardly smiling as they meet his mom and Yagi-san for the first time even though they'd been dating for a good long while.

Izuku is just too busy, he doesn't mean to be, tried to board his PTO to take a long hiatus or two from work so he could dote on his partner.

But nothing was ever good enough.

He couldn't face that look of worry or concern from his mother, not again.

It wasn't for lack of trying on Izuku's part either, blind dates arranged by his mother or friends, even the agency! Dating app after dating app leading to dead ends or lack of intimacy leaving Izuku to feel hollow, desperate, enough to seek out other lonely heroes that wanted nothing more than sex.

Still he took everything seriously, maybe too seriously, and things just never worked out.

Yet the hopeless romantic in him never wavered and he thought he had one last shot at love when the hero agency set up an arrangement for a PR girlfriend to keep his ratings high. Izuku did everything in his power to make it work, to try to fall genuinely and deeply in love with the pretty woman who he shared his apartment with. Taking her on dates to places like the movies or to see the Sakura. Fucking her on his couch, in his car, over his dining room table after pushing away the dinner she made.

But each action only made him feel empty, more so than before. There was no spark between them, at least not on his end and Izuku couldn't stomach the idea of leading her on. Especially not when Izuku saw hearts forming in her eyes from more than just sex.

It ended in a mess when she confessed she loved him while straddling his lap and he went soft inside her. Fat tears threatening to fall that he blinks away before she gets up to slap him, he doesn't feel anything.

She breaks her fingers.

Breeching her contract that Izuku buys out when the agency threatens to sue her, the only time the commission head ever saw Izuku's bright emerald eyes narrow and darken.

He doesn't understand why he can't keep anyone around, he begins to think he is the problem.

That maybe his expectations were too high? Maybe he didn't devote enough time? Or maybe he really truly didn't feel anything when he was with any of the men and women he dated in the past save for one.

He expected love to be like the movies and of course Kaachan called him a dumb ass for it. That romantic sappy shit, movies that Izuku and Katsuki had watched curled together on Izuku's couch, “weren't fucking real.”

Only for the blonde traitor to move in with a woman he knew for less than six months when Katsuki kept telling Izuku it was too soon to move in with him despite them secretly fucking for a year and knowing each other all their lives.

Izuku finished the second half of his bottle.

His phone demands attention, chirping from the pocket of his jeans as Kamianri’s laugh echoes over the confined space. Izuku reads the banner on the illuminated glass, the text is from his mother.

Is it just you this year, honey?

Before a second one comes through.

Yagi is asking so we know to put the leaf in. We don't mind when you bring extra company. Kaachan and his girlfriend were a pleasant surprise last year.

But I'll be more than happy to just see my son.

Guilt floods his system, heavy in his chest that it forces a groan from his throat. Idle hand coming to clampe and squeeze harshly at the nape of his neck. Finger shaped bruises forming under thick digits in the hairline of his undercut, his emerald curls doing little to hide it. As the pain ebbs pleasantly down his spine he thinks to pat down his jeans seeking out the familiar rectangular outline before he slides off of the wobbling stool.

Pushing open the heavy door to the secluded alley with ease, mind sharp and feet steady as he looks around. Alcohol never had much effect on him due to his large stature and even larger metabolism leaving him to drink an obscene amount of booze before he felt a pleasant buzz. Tonight he hadn't had nearly enough to ease his shattered heart.

Jagged emerald eyes cut through the alley before he lets the tension in his shoulders release but not enough he'd be off guard. He remembers Stain and his legacy, he knows society still remembers the hero killer too. Knows that most heroes don't necessarily die in action but when they're most vulnerable. Throats slit while they were asleep, fucking, or stepping out into a dark alley in the middle of the night for a smoke.

The thought does little to soothe the aching need in his throat, to feel the burn that could dissolve the lump that sits uncomfortably behind his Adam's apple. Pulling out the half crushed pack of cigarettes and placing one between his lips. Dark orange lighter flickering to life as he rolls over the steel and flint before he takes a deep breath.

Only to instantly regret it.

Stale smoke clots his lungs and coats his tongue, still the acrid taste doesn't stop him from pulling another drag. Mind wandering far beyond where he stood, willing the smoke to smother his hopeless heart.

“Didn't you have a campaign ad against those?” You purr, watching the bulky man tense as his head snaps up to face you.

Izuku hadn't seen anything and his danger sense didn't go off when he surveyed the alley but it does now. A tingling in the soles of his feet as he looks up at you shrouded in the shadow of the neighboring building on the fire escape a foot or so next to his head. You jump down with ease and lean against the rough brick wall next to him. Close enough your elbows touch.

Watching the giant of a man fumble over the stick in his mouth making a cruel smile form on your own.

“Number one hero smoking, tsk tsk, what if I'm an impressionable young lady?” You giggle and it clings to Izuku's skin more than the stale smoke, he scoffs.

“You act as if you don't have a vice.” He glances down at you from the corner of his eye before tilting his head up to blow the smoke away from you.

“Everyone has a vice Mr Deku.” Brandishing your cherry tootsie pop you seemingly pull from thin air. Making a grand show of pocketing the bright red wrapper before popping it past glossy lips, eyes glued to the hero hiding outside the alley of the no name bar.

You imagined he'd be in uptown places, where the silverware was gold plated and a shot of patron was twenty dollars. Not here with the ripped leather seats held together with faded duct tape and cloudy glasses.

But here he stands in black jeans, a gray graphic tee with black sleeves from an undershirt rolled up past his thick forearms, smoking no less. The only expensive thing on him is his watch, it makes your fingers twitch.

You roll the sucker around in your mouth, letting it clink your teeth as you watch him, a harsh line for a mouth that smiled so brightly on the news this morning.

Did all heroes do this? Look pathetic in dark alleyways smoking overly stale cigarettes hoping no one sees them? He looks down at you with a calculated, cold gaze, if you were any other woman it would send a shiver down your spine. Especially from how it contrasts to his normally bright gemstone eyes now they looked clouded, jaded with unspoken emotion.

You think it serves him right, yet still your clawed hands bring out a pack of unopened cigarettes from the pocket of your oversized jacket tilting them towards the hero.

“Take these. Those have gotta be at least a year old. They don't make the packaging with the small warnings anymore.” You crinkle your nose at him, his normally doe like eyes narrow as they rove over you harshly before he quirks his brow.

It's kinda cute how bitchy he looks. You swat away the thought and he thinks he's bothering you with his smoke.

“I thought you didn't smoke.” He moves the stick further away from you.

“I don't. I lifted them off the electric blonde you came with. He's a terrible flirt you know.” Cat smile forming around the lollipop sick in your mouth, watching Izuku's eyes flash in warning, it makes you giggle, “Gonna arrest me?”

“Stealing is wrong.” He stubs out his half smoked cigarette, it disintegrates against the brick from its age and not the pressure he applies.

“So’s lyin.” A smiling retort as you shake the fresh pack at him, “I'll even pick your lucky.”

He looks down at his old ragged emergency pack with only the lucky looking back up at him. Bent and half broken from the argument he had with Katsuki almost a year ago about how Izuku couldn't stomach just sex anymore.

Looking up at you but before he can accept the offer you're already gently patting the pack against your palm, pulling the golden plastic that acts as a guide to take off the wrap from the box. Picking his lucky at random and flipping it upside down before you pass the pack to him. He sighs and takes the box, looks down at the fresh pack and looks back up at you. Sees your smug smile.

“Thanks. Going to black mail me now?” He decides he should have another since his first one was so awful. Pulling the dark orange lighter from his pocket to start a good ember.

“No, I think I've got enough collateral.” Flaunting his expensive, classy watch on your wrist. Well about mid forearm for you, “Secrets safe with me.”

Instinctually his broad palms slaps his wrist where his watch should be, as if he doesn't believe his eyes. Glancing back up at you again wholly expecting you to be already at the mouth of the alley but you stay close to him. Well within arms reach and step closer to him still.

He blows the smoke up into the sky again, keeps the cigarette on the opposite side of you.

“I've got more expensive ones in my apartment.” He comments it almost comes off flirty until you see how sad his emerald eyes look. Izuku wants to ‘be a man', wants to take you home and fuck the brains out of your pretty head but his heart swells in agony, he sighs out more smoke.

“Is this you trying to take me home? Ooo so heroes do have one night stands!” A teasing nudge to his ribs, he doesn't even budge, just moves the burning stick up higher so the smoke won't stick to you.

“I don't do one night stands.”

“Then why invite me to see your expensive watch collection hmm? Tryin to get me to steal your heart instead?”

“Maybe I am.” His gaze flickers to you again, holding your eyes as his lids are at half mast.

Did anyone even know the number one hero could give fuck me eyes?

“Steal my heart, be my girlfriend.” He looks down at you, sees what he registers as panic, “Just through the holidays.”

You blink up at him for a moment as he studies you. Drinks in how those black skinny jeans cling to your thick legs, how the fishnets do little to keep his thoughts pure and that little lingerie you wore as a top had his dick twitching. Left fist clenching when his eyes look over a man's leather jacket on your broad shoulders.

He thought about all the jackets he owned so he could replace the well worn garment on your shoulders with his own.

“I'll pay you.” Taking a long drag, feeling desperation claw up his throat competing with the burn of nicotine, “Pay you a lot more than what that watch is worth.”

The idea of it makes you laugh loudly, the pretty sound echoing around the alley as you grip onto his forearm for stability. He had to be fucking drunk, there was no way he was asking a theif to be his fake girlfriend, what was this a shojo manga?

But when you look up at him and see his freckled cheeks flush with embarrassment you swallow down the rest of your mirth.

“Oh you're serious.” Pulling the cherry sucker from your mouth, letting your lips pop around it lewdly, Izuku watches with close emerald eyes his mind wandering down places it shouldn't, especially not with a woman he's just met. Still thick digits twitch as he tries not to palm himself roughly.

“What the number one hero can't get a girlfriend?” You deadpan and this time it's his turn to laugh except there isn't any joy in it.

“Ha. No. Haven't you heard? I'm too much of a ‘fucking nerd.’ Guess Kaachan was right.” He stubs out his cigarette before pocketing the butt since there was no tray in the back alley.

His admission gives you pause, pressing the cherry confection back on your tongue roughly before you pull it into your mouth taking it from manicured nails. Pushing the sucker to poke out your cheek making Izuku's long lashes flutter.

“Kaachan?’ You giggle, looking up as you move the sucker from one side of your mouth to the other with your tongue. Hard candy clacking against your teeth, “You mean Katsuki? That's Dynamight’s given name right?”

Shit shit shit! He hadn't meant to call him that! How did you figure it out so quickly!

“Oh! Oh please don't say anything!” He looks mortified and you watch his cheeks turn as red as your tongue.

“Don't worry Zuzu. Your secret is safe with me.” Crunching down on the last thin layer before the taste of chocolate coats your tongue swallowing the Tootsie roll and Izuku watches your Adam's apple bob while his mind swirls with dirty thoughts.

Thoughts so dirty he almost misses you add,

“Gonna need bigger pay to keep quiet.” Nails tapping his watch, “Sides can't say I'll be a good girlfriend. I hate everything after Halloween. My birthday included.”

“What? Everyone loves the holidays!” He's shocked you've said that and you shake your head.

“No, everyone with good or whole families love the holidays.” You correct and he looks down at you with a frown. Already you pick up on a habit of his, teeth worrying the inside of his lip as he thinks, “I currently have neither.”

“Oh I'm-”

“Don't. I don't need the mighty hero’s pity.” You scoff, sounding a little jaded before you fix your face, turning to a joke as another smile pulls at your pretty lips, “Not when I can take his money instead.”

“Cute.” He scoffs sarcastically, still he can't deny the flutter in his stomach.

“You're kinda bitchy ya know that?” You smile, “The media makes you out to be Prince Charming.”

“I don't look like Prince Charming?” He gestures to himself and you laugh loudly again. He can't help the heat that creeps up his throat.

“Bet you fuck like Prince Charming too. All vanilla and boring.” Struggling to stifle yet another giggle.

“If you accept the offer to be my girlfriend you can find out if that's true or not.” Quickly his demeanor changes, emerald eyes darkening as they slowly drag up and down your body with a sinful gaze. The sight of him looking down his nose at you makes your stomach clench. You shouldn't be considering his offer now from one intense gaze. A hero and a morally gray person never worked out and it was only a matter of time before your thievery caught up with. You really shouldn't but you know what they say.

Curiosity killed the cat

“Fine. I'll be your little girlfriend til new years. When do we start?”

“Tonight.” He leans close letting his large hand slide down your forearm to your wrist til his fingers are lacing with yours, “It's so late, I really should get you home, shouldn't I baby?”

Emerald eyes sparkling with promise that he planned to devour you whole the second the two of you stepped foot into his penthouse apartment.

“Yes, you should. It is so very late."

“Oh my god IZUKUUUUU fuck fuck fuck!” You scream as you grind onto his handsome face, cumming on his skilled tongue for the umpteenth time in the half an hour you've been in his apartment. Mauve nails around his throat as you choke him slightly, shamelessly riding his face to prolong your high, not that he would dare interrupt it. Groaning loudly under you as he slowly yanks at his fat long cock that leaks with pre. Hungry eyes watching him as you let out another breathy moan.

“Fuck and you've never had a girlfriend before?” he laughs in your cunt at your question. Strong hands coming to lift you off his face with ease so you can hear him better.

“I know I said I was a nerd but I never said I was a virgin.” Before he roughly adjusts you back on his cute freckled face, slurping your clit roughly as mock punishment for interrupting him. Your eyes cross and your thighs squeeze his head.

“Fuck.” You whine and he's rewarded with more of your slick as you cum again, Izuku already decided that he loves how you whine curses for him. Feels you start to slump from the pleasure as your body melts, offering you his hand to support you better as you grind into his face before you can't anymore.

Before this insatiable man lifts you with ease, flipping you onto your back when the needle of the record player hits the center of the vinyl. Pressing you into the dark couch with his pelvis as he wets his cock by grinding into your sticky folds, making you gasp out like he wants before he's gently cradling your throat, slipping his tongue into your open mouth as he groans.

“We taste so good together.” He growls, the sound makes you see stars, especially as his fat cock head nudges against your abused clit. Catching your fluttering entrance and it makes you both shudder before he angles himself properly. Slowly sinking in and watching your face for any signs of pain or displeasure. Watching your eyes roll with each passing moment before he rested against you. Giving slow, rough thrusts that grind down into your clit that have your hands shaking at his back as claws struggle to find purchase in his skin.

“And you're telling me these girls didn't stay for the dick either? Fuck Izuku!!!!” Arching your back, if you weren't careful you'd become addicted to him, your question makes him hide his face into your throat.

“Guess sex isn't enough.” He mumbles against your tacky skin.

“That or you're not telling me something.” You gasp at the end, when he keeps hitting that spot and makes you cum each time. Makes a deep tension in you dissipate until you feel as if you're floating, you wouldn't be able to speak much longer.

He thinks you'll pull away but instead you thread your fingers into his sweaty curls to bring his face to yours. To look deep into his eyes even if you struggle before you seal your lips with his. Letting your tongue slide over his until you moan his name into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Izuku, you have to cum in me now. Fuck fuck you're throbbing.” Your cunt clamps down on him at the thought of his warm seed spilling into your milking cunt. He pants over you, still keeping that steady slow roll of his hips but how you squeeze him makes him insane. Makes his hips finally speed up before his pace turns sloppy.

His moans turning into loud grunts as he fucks you with enough vigor the legs of the couch scrape against the expensive hardwoods until he's cupping your throat again but never squeezes. Looking down at you and you don't dare look away as you watch his long lashes flutter, the sight makes the coil in your stomach snap again. Feel him paint your cunt in pearly strings of white before he slowly lowers himself on shaking arms, giving your throat a tender squeeze before he rests his head in the crook of your throat, he hadn't intended for the two of you to fuck already. Hell he didn't even mean to rip off your jeans and set you on his face so he could show you that he really wasn't boring.

And he sure as fuck didn't meant to fill up your pretty cunt with his spend.

“What are you doing to me?” He pants playfully, kissing at your thudding pulse point.

“Stealing your heart, remember?” A breathless giggle as the two of you lie like that until his cock begins to soften. He sighs, slowly gets to his feet before he's lifting you into his arms, it makes your cheeks warm, especially when you look down at the soaked fabric of the sofa.

“I think we ruined your couch.” He laughs at your joke.

“Ts fine, the covers are machine washable.” He nudges his nose into your cheek and you giggle before he's setting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the shower for you.

“Here's how to adjust the water temp if you need it hotter. Most women love it scalding.” He takes a step back, moving to grab for a fresh towel for you. You try not to let your heart sink when you realize he isn't going to join you.

“Oh a real casanova huh?” He rolls his eyes at your playful jab before he steps into his bedroom to give you privacy for the time being. Fishing out a T-shirt and clean boxers for both himself and you to sleep in. Laying yours out on the bed as he smells his body wash float from under the snowy glass door. It makes him smile as he thinks of how you'll smell like him until he takes you to gather your things from your place tomorrow, that or he'll buy you whatever you want or need.

For now he'll relish the idea that you, his fake girlfriend, gets to smell like him, your fake boyfriend.

After awhile you come into the room, clean and pristine, movement catching Izuku's eye of course. When you meet his eyes you smile, give a little twirl.

“It's Chanel.” Letting your fingers adjust the hem of the regular cotton towel and Izuku laughs.

“Is it? Lemme see.” He rises, holds your hand to twirl you again as he looks down at you with a smile, “Perfect fit.”

“Thank you.” You giggle again, feeling shy for the first time under his heavy gaze. Watching the corner of his lips tilt upward before he points out the clothes he left out for you and slips into the bathroom. Surprisingly you don't hear the lock click to the door, Izuku was either far too trusting or he truly did not see you as a threat to his life.

Quick to change into the oversized, old shirt and boxers before you take this opportunity to explore his penthouse now that the six foot four man wasn't pressing himself up against you.

Tiptoeing out of his room even if you knew you didn't need to, whetting your curiosity first with the living room that was adorned with ceiling to floor windows to the left when you first came in. Your breath fogging the window as you look over the cityscape. A snaking inky black cuts through the bright lights, the wide river bed reflecting the lights back in swirling currents giving the scene the stars the sky lacks.

Even this late at night the prefecture is teaming with life, you wonder if it's exhausting for him. To sonder over the lives that carry out beneath his feet. If he wonders if he can save them all.

If he knows he can't.

The needle of the record player bumps against the middle of the vinyl again pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh.” You squeak, tiptoeing to the old thing and gently lifting the arm. Finding the album cover and slipping the vinyl in with ease before shutting off the player. Eyes quick to find the empty spot on the wall to where the album goes.

Not on the shelves under the player, no those were jam-packed with composition notebooks unlabeled making your curious fingers twitch. The album belongs up on the wall with the rest of them that he organized beautifully. Each piece placed perfectly to compliment each piece of art so that it could be viewed individually or if you stood back you could see it as something whole.

Standing on tiptoes to return its album art facing forward. Taking a step or two back to appreciate it before the notebooks whisper to you.

Slipping one from the shelves, it's filled margin to margin with text about the albums. The notations were meticulously detailed reminding you of placards at museums or art exhibits. Finding the corresponding piece, staring up at the art before your eyes flicker down to the notes.

…when the music swells it squeezes my heart, the lyrics were chosen carefully bringing tears to my eyes. It's haunting how relatable it is to wonder if I'll get a perfect love and if I do that I'm deserving….

You swallow thickly, know you'll get swallowed up by this notebook that you didn't have the time to dissect, especially not with the limited amount of time you had. It felt akin to a diary, something you shouldn't be reading. Normally that wouldn't discourage you, wouldn't have your fingers slowly shutting the book. Normally you'd devour as much as you could with an excuse on why you weren't where you were supposed to be on the tip of your tongue.

For now you return it to the shelf.

Feet carrying you across the cool hardwood to the open concept kitchen that over looks the living room with the album art, expensive couch and the TV. The large waterfall island made of marble, clean and smooth save for a few scattered pieces of Izuku's life he hadn't yet tidied away like the rest of the apartment.

Another notebook, a theme it seems, lying open. A sketch of a hero on the left with text surrounding them before paragraphs of text and few bullet points to the page on the right again in Izuku's slightly messy handwriting. As if his hand cannot keep up with his brain.

Snow Fall - similar to Shouto’s ice quirk…

“Beloved?” Izuku's voice calls gently from down the hall, you tear your eyes away from the notebook and quickly open a few cabinets before you find a glass and fill it from the tap.

“M coming! Just needed water.” Heading back to huge bedroom, smiling devilishly when you find Izuku.

Seeing his body better in the light of the bedroom. Scarred, thick with muscle and soft freckles kissing almost every inch of his skin. The tan spots giving extra attention to his Adonis belt that leads to his fat cock. It makes your cunt throb.

You set the AllMight collectable glass down onto the bedside table, not noticing the fanboy item until you see his flushed cheeks, following his eyes to the PLUS ULTRA cup. The source of his embarrassment makes you giggle again.

“It's cute.” You reassure, jumping on top of the deep viridian duvet, cocking your hand on your hip and pulling your shirt up to show a little skin.

“When's the last time you fucked on this great big bed?” He doesn't answer you right away, basil eyes looking at you before they begin to look through you.

A burning ember gaze sears his memory, he closes his eyes as if that would stop the images from demanding every last shred of his attention..

“Been awhile.” He finally admits, dropping his towel unashamed as he steps into his black boxer briefs. They cup his sac and softened cock nicely, clinging to his thick thighs that have you salivating. The way he ate pussy and fucked was almost good enough to replace the cold hard cash he promised to pay, almost.

That distant look in his eyes made you wonder if there was someone else that held him back from his romantic endeavors.

“Shall we christen this great big bed too then?” A playful tease as you pull up the fabric of his shirt to expose your breasts. He loved the sight, loved how you looked in his clothes, in his bed, underneath him as his emerald pendant swings in your face.

His cock twitches, a tick in his jaw before he's clasping his hands in restraint. Wringing his fingers as he thinks of the last time he fucked in that bed.

He feels the ghost of sharp canines at the nape of his neck, his hand automatically moves to brush over the area. His curls fall over his eyes and he sighs deeply.

“No. I think you should sleep.” He smiles softly, it doesn't reach his eyes and you don't push, “We've got a big day tomorrow. Got to get your stuff and -”

“I don't have a lot of stuff. My outfit was the most of it.”

“You don't have any other clothes?”

“Maybe another pair of pants, some underwear for sure but this is mostly it. So we have time.” You purr, crawling down the bed before you flop onto your stomach. Arching your back purposefully, out stretching your fingers to play with his.

“Then it will be even longer. We'll have to get you an outfit for the party.” He threads his fingers with yours before you let go when his words register. Sitting straight up.

“Party?”

“Yes, baby doll, party. We've got several to go to. Maybe a gala too. Then there's the agency Christmas party oh and…” He bites at his lip as he rest his chin on scarred digits beginning to go off on a tangent as he thinks of all the invitations stuffed in the top desk drawer of his office.

“A gala?!” Oh fuck oh fuck this was a bad idea. When he said girlfriend through the holidays you thought fucking and a private date or two. Not being surrounded by pro heroes you ran from on the daily, identity concealed with a mask.

Not only would you be in the literal lion’s den but you really weren't the most classy type of bitch. You've never really been invited to any big event let alone one that was fucking televised. At least not events you didn't crash to slide priceless paintings off the walls or expensive jewelry off the wrists of the one percent. At least then you'd have your mask to hide behind, the ability to blend into the crowd but now you'd be hanging off the arm of the number one hero.

You'd have to act like a proper lady who definitely didn't crash in vacation homes or half lived in apartments of the rich and the famous while they stayed in their main mansions until they got tired of the same old four walls.

Each gig you promised that this would be your last and each time you found yourself with a new piece of jewelry made from dazzling gems of deconstructed designer pieces hungry for the next heist.

Art and jewelry weren't the only things you've stolen, information and secrets often sold for a lot more but Izuku, pro hero Deku, didn't need to know you had a stash house, more like stash attic, in some rundown home in Kamakura you'd gotten for a steal.

His thighs bump up against the edge of the bed, cupping your cheeks for a moment, “You look…worried.”

“I am worried. Some of these events are televised. Are you sure you want me? I'm not exactly Yaoyorozu or Kendo."

“I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't.” He comes down to press his lips to your forehead. It makes your stomach flutter, it shouldn't, “Besides those will be the easiest ones. The hard ones are the more personal settings.”

He leans back, takes his hands from your face as he heads towards the lights, “I won't let anything happen to you.”

He flicks off the lights, stands by the door for a moment before he goes to shut it.

“You're really going to sleep on the couch? I thought we had to make this realistic.” A final attempt to get him to at least come and enjoy his luxury bed. It was big enough that you doubted the two of you would even touch by accident in the middle of the night. If he was so afraid of intimacy, which was odd, he seemed more the time to fall in love if he fucked. Especially when he did romantic shit like fuck you to music and whisper some of the lyrics in your ear.

You pat his side with sharp clawed fingers, “Come on boyfriend.”

He can't remember the last time he slept in his bed, changing and washing the sheets more out of habit than necessity and as he tries to recall he thinks it's been over a year.

He looks at you for a long, long time, you curled up in his expensive sheets and comforter as you pat the spot beside you patiently but he sighs.

“Maybe another time. Good night sugar.”

“Good night Zuzu bear.”

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🔞 (MDNI) Dating a freak Choso

He just... doesn't do normal things. He does strange and unconventional shit, but it's wonderful to observe him in his habitat; because Choso is very much in his little Choso habitat.

You ask for a kiss, so he leans in and you think he's gonna press his lips against yours — but no, he bites down on your bottom lip and leaves a teeth mark. He grabs your jaw and gives you an open-mouthed, erotic kiss but pretends it's wholesome, not horny. When he thinks you look really cute, he doesn't just simply compliment you — no, he licks your cheek like a puppy. If you're not paying attention to him, he wiggles his tongue into your ear. If you say your hands are cold, he grabs them and stuffs them down his pants to get warmth.

When you beg for him to put it in, he slaps his heavy cock on your clit instead. If you scream his name, he grunts and thrusts into you harder and says "Keep screaming my name, it's getting me close." in a husky voice. When he rolls off you in an exhausted sweat after cumming, he pants for a while before saying "Shit, baby, that pussy knocked me out." and 5 minutes after sex he's playing video games while you hardcore fall asleep. Dick from Choso always puts you to sleep fast, forget about round two — you're sleeping (lol) and he'll be holding you with one arm, muscles subtly twitching as he plays on his gameboy.

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[ ❦ ] sensei au; series; t. uzui

NSFW WARNING || 18+

↳ mirror play, paint brush play (?), vaginal penetration

Synopsis:

A fic where [f/n] helps Uzui-sensei conduct some research on the human body.

Note: This is a University School AU

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Hawks ain’t no parrot. He ain’t no squawking bouncing parrot. He is a hawk. A raptor. A bird of prey. A hunter that brings terror from above. You’re going to compare him to this??

African grey? More like African prey. Tasty prey.

“Polly want a cracker” his ass. You know why Hawks feeds Polly all of those crackers? To fatten him up for dinner.

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bar & lounge 15 + kozume kenma

Thank you for ordering from our bar & lounge, here is your order...

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x afab!reader

Word count: 1081

Warning: lingerie, clit slapping, vagina penetration, unprotected sex

15. on the writing desk at the corner of the room

As a university student, stock trader, ceo of a company, and world famous youtuber, going on a staycation meant that Kozume Kenma had only changed his working location from his desk at home to the desk in the hotel room.

The sound of the mouse clicking and keyboard tapping had not once stopped since he sat down in front of the tiny writing desk. He had promised you that he would get his work done soon but he had left you on your own for too long, and you were so bored.

Rolling to your side, the white sheets ruffled when you sat up to look at Kenma. He was still wearing his black hoodie, with his hair tied up like he usually would at home. His shoulders were all tensed up as he kept his head down, shrugging from time to time before he went back to his work after rolling his neck to ease the tension.

He worked so hard, you sighed when you thought of how this was meant to be a chance for him to take a breather from work and just relax. You wished you could do something for him, but quite frankly you were clueless when it comes to his work.

You did, however, planned a little surprise you thought he might like. You had meant for it to be something fun for the night time but seeing that he was so in need of a distraction before he got completely sucked into work, you decided that it wouldn’t do any harm busting it out early.

Kenma did not pay it much mind when he heard you getting up from the bed and rummaging through your bags. He let out the sigh he had been holding in when he heard the bathroom doors locking, not really wanting to let you sense his tiredness when you were around. The faster he got this done, the quicker he could put all his attention on you as he had wanted to, and thus it was back to work for him.

He still hadn’t looked up when you came out.

“Kenma?” you asked, trying to sound as innocent as you could.

“Yes?”

You bit back a giggle when you imagined what expression he would put on if he saw what you were wearing.

“Look up.”

All the pent up frustration and stress in him snapped when Kenma saw the little number you had on.

See-through black stockings and a lacey bra so thin that the print of your hardened nips was beckoning for his attention on top of the material, there was nothing subtle about the way you were inviting him to have his way with you.

And so he did.

The rough tear of the fabric pierced through the room as he ripped a large hole in your leggings. You sighed when you felt his nails scratching against your skin, silently patting yourself on the back for getting the ones that could be tear apart when you were shopping for the lingerie. The stockings hugged onto the curve of your legs as he pushed them further apart, your bare cunt put on display for him as you were spread on his desk. His laptop was shoved to the side the moment he had you hoisted up, his work long forgotten when you held your legs open for him.

Yanking your bra down, you tilted your head back when he cupped your tits in his hands, fondling the soft flesh and rolling the peaks between his fingers. He could feel himself growing harder at the sight of you pushing yourself into his touch, your hips rolling slightly as wetness gathered in your pussy while he played with you.

“Kenma...” your voice was so sweet as you pouted, your lips parting into a sigh when his hands trailed down from the side of your waist, “want you to fuck me so bad...”

He clicked his tongue at your crudeness and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the sound of disapproval. He could pretend all he wanted but the bulge in his pants couldn’t lie.

“Ah!”

You yelped when a sharp sting landed on your bare cunt, his slender digits rubbing along your folds as your juices gushed out at the pain. His cock twitched at the sight of your eyes rolling back when he slapped your pussy again, dragging it out by rubbing your swollen clit with the pad of his finger.

“Since when did you get so needy?” he mused, not missing the way your chest heaved when he pulled down his fly.

“Since you got too busy going on vacation with your work that you put me to the side,” you said, whining when he lined his hard tip at your entrance, “was almost scared that you wouldn’t even react if I stand there naked- ah!”

He slid his cock between your folds, watching as your arousal coated his length. His hand caressed your nylon-clad thighs, tracing the edge of the hole he had ripped on it. You shivered at the tickles that shot up your spin at the featherlight touch and he felt a newfound thrill welling up in his chest at how violated you looked as he was about to pound you until you couldn’t walk in your ruined stockings.

He pushed in without warning and you moaned at the sudden stretch, your walls spasming around his girth from the unexpected stimulation.

“Never,” he chuckled, gripping onto your hips as he started to piston in you. “work doesn’t look nearly as cute as you do.”

His balls slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, the erotic noises bouncing off the walls together with your moans and his grunts. “So I take that- that... hm!” your voice came out breathy as he showed no intention to slow down, “you like the stockings?”

He gave his reply when he buried his cock balls deep inside of you, a loud whine falling from your trembling lips with his tip kissing the good spot inside of you.

His heat melted into your core when he leaned down to give you a kiss. “Love it, I’ll buy you more when we get home. But before that...”

Your hands flew to grip onto his shoulders when he started moving inside of you again, this time drilling fast and concise into where he knew would leave you a shaking mess for him.

“Let’s see how long this pair will last.”

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yuzuriha-sayori · 3 years

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Could we get a Tenya Iida rq where we’re the class baddie/trouble maker of the class that purposely picks on him and doesn’t follow his guidelines to the point he snaps and puts us in our place in one of the empty classrooms??? 😏

OOOF BABYYYY 🥴🥴 that’s hot! As soon as I saw that, I knew I needed to do it!

Iida x Bad girl Reader

Ok so you been had a crush on Iida since your first year.

Just something about nerdy boys who were sticklers for the rules appealed to the bad girl in you

It didn’t hurt that he was a cutie and buff af

Over the years, you had always found ways to antagonize him

“Y/n! Stop defacing school property, this instant!” ⬅️↙️➡️↘️↗️➡️

“Oh what you mean like this?” Only to walk over to his desk and prop your feet up on his.

“Alright everyone! Let’s make a calm, single file line towards—“

“LAST ONE TO THE BUS SITS NEXT TO IIDA!”🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

“Y/N!!!!”

Over the years you’d done any and everything to bug Iida. Painting your nails in class, wearing your blouse buttoned to low, throwing paper balls at his head, and doing your makeup in the hallway

But as the two of you got older and entered your 4th year, your teasing got bolder and bolder along with your crush on Iida.

After all, you’d watched him grow more confident and self assured not to mention more buff

He was still a major nerd, but he had gotten some swag on him and mellowed out over the years

“Y/n, come on,” he sighed exhaustedly, “get off my desk. You know the rules.”

“Boo,” you pouted, “here I was hoping you’d compliment my new socks. Oh well.” You make sure to let your legs fall apart giving Iida a nice little peep show as you hop of his desk

You can practically see baby boi’s brain shut down as he mouth drops a little

😉 “see you Mr. president.”

Oh and he had upgraded to Mr. President over the 4 years too.

“Aright class, we all got the protocols for tonight?”

“Yup!”

Looks at you specifically: “y/n?” 🤨

“Why are you targeting me specifically?!”

Cuz he knows you’ll be the one to break the rules, which you do...

“Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Mr. President. What’s up?”

“Do you remember the rules that were established regarding the new schedule?”

“Hmm. Vaguely...why?”

“Well, it would seem not seeing as how you still broke the curfew that was set and missed the meeting time. This isn’t a game, y/n! We are trying to prepare for the biggest test of the year.”

With a coy pout you said: “Aww, I’m sorry, Mr. President.”

You ran a finger up his broad chest, and felt him stiffen under your touch. Your long, manicured nail trailed up his bobbing Adam’s Apple until it rested under his chin and leaned into his face.

“I promise to be a good girl next time, ok?”

You could see the muscle in his jaw flexing. There was a hard edge in his deep blue eyes and a nervous flush in his cheeks.

With a wink, you giggled and stepped around him; only to feel yourself being yanked back.

You let out a squeal of surprise

Iida had pulled you into one of the empty classrooms. He slammed the door behind you two and shoved you against it with both hands on either side of your head.

“Iida, what the hell?”

“You don’t take me seriously do you, y/n?”

“What?”

“Ever since we became classmates you’ve teased me and defied my leadership, despite it being what’s in the best interest of the class. Why? Why are you constantly messing with me, specifically.”

“Tch, don’t be so sensitive Mr. president. That’s just our dynamic,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Oh, so our dynamic includes you sitting on my lap, flashing your pussy at me, and kissing me on the cheek?”

You felt a flush climb up your neck. Shit...he had you there.

“I-I’m just teasing you, Iida, you know—“

“Bullshit, y/n. What is it really about?” He grabbed your jaw, and leaned closer to you.

Shit...

Damn your body for betraying your cool girl facade. You felt a heat between your legs at this sudden switch in Iida. This domineering demeanor in the usually high strung dork.

“Do you like humiliating me?” His voice was a harsh, whisper against your ear.

You shivered.

“Making me feel powerless? Small? Flustered?”

His mouth trailed further down the more he spoke. He didn’t even sound like his usual self.

“I-ida what are—“

“Mr. President,” he corrected. “You Refer to me as Mr. President. That’s our dynamic, right?” He mocked.

You were getting wetter by the second. Shit.

“Mr. President then.” You sqeauked. “What are you doing?”

His navy eyes were back on you. The look he gave you was raw desire.

“I’m testing something, y/n.”

You gasped as Iida’s other hand slowly slipped up your thigh and beneath your skirt.

His fingers brushed the juices pooling between your pussy lips.“You’re wet,” he groaned and so did you.

“We’re you wet like this when you were sitting on my desk? And you better address me properly when you answer.”

“Yes, Mr. President.” You moaned.

He moaned again, this time his mouth found yours. The kiss was sloppy and hungry, but damn was it hot.

When he pulled back, you saw every bit of that hunger in his face. “You really are the baddest girl in the class as you say. Since you’re so bad, how about I teach you lesson, hm? Y/n.”

You nodded weakly. “Ok Mr. President.”

In a flash he had you bent over the teacher’s desk, skirt hiked up to reveal your round ass.

His long, thick fingers stroked in and out of your gripping pussy as he brought you to the edge only to leave you hanging again.

“Now tell me again, what time are our meetings?”

You panted and pleasure surged through you, sealing your legs and dulling your usually sharp mind.

“S-s-seveennn thirty.”

His fingers flexed towards your gspot.

“Ohh god!” You gasped at the electrifying sensation. “Thank you M-Mr. Pre-ahh-sident.”

“Now, is there a written portion of the test?” Iida asked.

All the while he was still pummeling you’re clenching walls with his hand. You could feel your juices spilling down your legs.

“Ohh fffuckkkk, no, M-Mr. President.”

Smack!

“Aha!” You cried as the sting settled in the delicate skin of your ass. Your punishment for guessing the wrong answer.

“It’s ok, y/n,” you noted the slightly smug tone in Iida’s deep voice. “I’ll drill it into you. You’ll know who to thank when you pass your test, won’t you, y/n?”

His voice sounded hazy through your blissed out senses, but you still gathered enough energy to murmur a weak: “Yes Mr. President.”

((Ooh bitch I snapped on this one I’m DIGGING Iida x Bad girl reader))

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Hi we all need more benimaru fanfic so can you make a benimaru x reader fic with beni taking care of a sick reader with lot of fluff thing ♥️♥️♥️

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW where his lover is sick and he is trying. He is trying his best. No title yet but still wanted to post, forgive me.

The Guardhouse to Company 7 was more quiet than it had been in weeks. Besides a few hikeshi doing their usual cleaning, it was a really peaceful day. Except for the violent sounds of someone expelling their morning breakfast as if it sat in their stomach any longer, they would die. It was an awful sound. It was so loud that it startled a few men down the hall as they polished the floor.

Benimaru pushed his way past the noren that served as the entry way to the Guardhouse. “She’s throwing up again?”

“Yeah, I’m kinda worried.” Said one hikeshi who poked his head behind the corner from the hallway. “She’s been throwing up almost every hour since sunrise, and it isn’t even noon yet.”

Another one of Benimaru’s men also poked his head out. “[Y/n] might need to have someone check on her, but we can’t afford to get that sick.”

Their captain’s eyebrow twitched, “Well neither can I.” He sighed in frustration and sat on the genkan step and slipped his boots off. Placing them facing the door. Careful not to step on the ground below, he got up and made his way to where [y/n] was.

As soon as he made it to her door, he could hear the sounds of her emptying her stomach. “You sound awful,” he said as he slid open the shoji to her room. “…You look awful too,” he added as he stepped in.

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Hey hun💕 Could I please request a SFW Benimaru x Reader firework festival one shot, where Benimaru tries to win the giant rabbit plushie at one of the game stalls for reader? Love you 😊

I got way too carried away with this 😭 be it my first request, btw THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 💕💕💕 but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW where Benimaru tries to win a giant rabbit plushie for x reader!

Watashi no Usagi

“Waka, it seems the kids have brought a guest.” Konro began as he entered through the noren of Company 7’s Guardhouse, using the back of his hand to push it out of the way. Orange light pierced in through where he entered, indicating night was just a few hours upon them.

“Aah?”

Lazy crimson eyes darted to the entrance where the tall Lieutenant appeared, but he had moved himself to his right in order to make way for incoming. The captain sat on the genkan step with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “Tch, what did these little rugrats drag in this time?”

Laughter and squeals bubbled loudly with their fast approach as the twins, Hika and Hina came running in, pulling another person in each hand right through the cloth entrance.

The young girl stumbled in, surprised in the strength of these two kids that she had no time to react well. She wore a thick silk deep blue kimono with sleeves long enough to potentially graze the ground. A light purple juban could be seen and was matched with a similar colored obi, with blue wisteria decorating the sash. Slightly disoriented, she struggled to catch her footing and teetered side to side a bit before righting herself looking up and taking in her surroundings.

‘Oh no,’ she thought. These youngsters dragged her right into the den of the beast. The Destroyer of Asakusa. While he had a good reputation among the townspeople as the Captain of Company 7, he was also known to be rowdy at bars, and very ill mouthed.

“S-S-Sumimasen!” She quickly blurted out, bowing unnecessarily low. Her [h/c] spilled over her shoulders as she did so. After quite some silence, she cautiously glanced up, her big [e/c] eyes meeting his slightly displeased ones. One eye a crimson circle, the other with a crimson X. ’He’s quite handsome…’ She could feel the heat of embarrassment on the tip of her ears.

“Hika. Hina.” The raven captain spoke very blunt, not taking his eyes off the stranger that was dragged into the guardhouse. The sudden words made the stranger’s shoulders jump. “What did you two bring in here?”

“Ahaha..” Hina sheepishly laughed while both the twins ran to jump on his shoulders. “Hika and Hina brought a friend for tonight!” Hika exclaimed, dangling from his left shoulder, while Hina was climbing up the right.

“For tonight?” The young man’s eyebrow twitched in confusion and seemingly slight exhaustion. These kids really knew how to be a handful. The girl, still bowing, uprighted herself. She began to speak, her lips barely parting open before being interrupted by the very tall man standing to her left.

“The festival tonight. The one you promised the girls you’d take them to.” The Lieutenant spoke. He then turned to the girl with a gentle smile, and a wink after saying, “I’m assuming they brought a friend in case our young master decided to ditch.” The girl gave a small giggle, visibly relaxing just a smidge.

“I’m Sagamiya Konro, the Lieutenant of Company 7. That brazen young man over there is our captain, Shinmon Benimaru. Forgive him for his rudeness, he lacks a bit of tact. What is your name young miss?”

“M-My name is [l/n] [f/n].” She said softly, giving a more proper and curt bow than the one she did earlier. Konro’s eyes lit in realization, “Ah is that so? You’re [l/n] Shiyou’s daughter correct?” She nodded in response.

“The girls started visiting for mother’s cooking whenever she makes yakitori for the hikeshi. She doesn’t like to stay home during the rebuilding, so she rides with father and cooks for the men during their breaks.” The girl gave a small smile to the man in front of her, but he still didn’t seem to understand.

“Who the hell is [l/n]?” Benimaru, still sitting on the genkan steps, grumbled. Something told him maybe he should know, but he didn’t really care too much about it. It was clearly evident with how he ignored how proper the young girl was dressed.

“Waka,” Konro said sternly, eyes locked on the shorter male, “it would do you well to at least be courteous with the young miss. After all, her father runs the business that keeps us supplied with materials. You know, the ones needed to rebuild homes and the shops of our town after they’re demolished every other day.”

Ack, well this was going to be one hell of an evening. He didn’t care much for respect, but Shinmon Benimaru was going to have to do at least some tongue biting. “I guess it would be…rude not to escort the old man’s daughter around during a festival. After all…” He looked away and let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with mild irritation, “I do owe that old fart quite a lot.”

—-

“Yaaaaaay! Festival time! Festival time! Hika and Hina are gonna eat all the candy!” The twins chimed while jumping up and down off the sleeves of Benimaru’s yukata. The sun was beginning to set and they were making their way to the festival. The lights could be seen glowing over rooftops of Asakusa just a few blocks away.

“Oi, don’t tug on the sleeves, they might tear with all the weight you two have eaten in snacks already.” The captain complained and he pried them off of the navy blue cotton sleeves. Konro, walking behind him, wore one of matching color.

Hina puffed her cheeks, “Not our fault you take forever getting ready.”

“We got hungry!” Hika stuck her tongue out. “No candy for you then!”

“I don’t like sweets anyways.” Benimaru retorted. “Konro, where did the brat say she was going to meet us?”

Konro let out a deep sigh, “By the mask stall if I remember correctly.” He’d mainly came along to make sure his captain didn’t lose the kids but he was more concerned with Benimaru causing problems with [y/n].

“I guess your memory isn’t going just yet,” Benimaru joked while pointing in front of him. The joke earned a smack to the back by his Lieutenant but Konro looked in the direction his captain was pointing in and spotted [y/n] waiting patiently. She was standing in front of a mask stall at the beginning to one of the entrances set up for the festival.

“I wonder how long we’ve kept the poor girl waiting.” Konro jest, walking up beside Benimaru and giving him a slightly disapproving frown.

“Tch. I got it, I got it.” Benimaru made his way over to the young lady waiting. “Sorry…” He managed to get out, “I took too long finding my yukata.”

She gave a small yet soft smile, something that was becoming usual for her, he noticed. “It’s okay. I wasn’t waiting long. Besides, I’m glad you were able to find it. It looks good on you.” She hadn’t realized how that could come off and she immediately flushed red after understanding their positions.

Benimaru however seemed unfazed. Though, he did give her outfit a scan and noticed it was fairly…appealing? She wore her [h/c] hair up in a loose bun, a mahogany wooden hairstick with a glass lotus at the end of it with jewels dangling. Her yukata was a light pink decorated with darker pink lotus and tied with a similar color sash. He had to avert his gaze after noticing he was staring rather long.

“Lets go.” He said and pursed his lips, walking onto festival grounds. [Y/n] followed along after grabbing both Hika and Hina’s hands. They had ran up to her with hands out to her. Konro felt as if it was going go be a looong evening for him.

The beginning of the festival was filled with much food consumption. Mainly by the twins. They made it a point to stop at almost every food stall they could.

“[Y/n] try this! They only have these during festivals!” Hina had a small brown puff on a toothpick. What appeared to be an octopus appendage stuck out in the cooked dough. [Y/n] bent down and opened her mouth for Hina to feed her was was delighted and the sweet and savory ball of goodness.

“Mmm it’s delicious! This isn’t a flavor from here is it?” [Y/n] gushed, her cheeks pink in pure happiness.

Benimaru had been watching the whole thing, and while the girls droned on about food, he kept watching her. The way her lips closed around the takoyaki and the way her cheeks puffed up as she chew. She kinda resembled…a rabbit. When [y/n] looked up at him, to ask if he wanted to try one too, he jerked his head away.

She looked slightly downcast but he didn’t want her to see his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Just for being caught staring. It was impolite to stare, he told himself. He didn’t want to acknowledge the real reason for it. ’I’m too grown to be acting like a teenager.’ Had Konro heard those words, he’d have probably shot the sake he was gingerly sipping on right out his mouth.

“Shinmon-sama, won’t you try one?”

Benimaru’s head snapped back. [Y/n] was looking up at him with her big [e/c] eyes while holding a takoyaki up to his mouth. Not close enough to threaten his personal space, but just close enough that it was too inviting not to eat. Especially from her.

“Tch, fine.” He said while opening his mouth and taking the small streetfood into his mouth. [Y/n] beamed. She thought maybe he didn’t like her, but that feeling was slowly going away.

“[Y/n] look, look! Toys!” Hika and Hina chimed, tugging on the taller girl’s sleeves. The [h/c] haired girl looked up and saw a booth that had toys lined up in several shelves. People were walking away with all sorts of arrangement of toys. The two younger girls darted for the booth and the three adults followed before someone tried to grab them. For the safety of whoever would try to, the two males hoped no one would dare.

“Step right up. Step right up. You have 3 chances to hit your target. Who would like to go first?” The stall owner boasted loudly.

Hika and Hina almost exploded in excitement but Konro stopped them. “This is [g/n]’s first time to an Asakusa festival. You should let her try first. Afterwards, I’ll let you two try as many times as you can in 10 minutes."

"Okay!” The twins exclaimed, fire in their eyes.

“I guess I’ll go first.” [Y/n] said nervously while stepping up and dropping a few coins into the older stall keeper’s hands. He handed her three white balls. They weren’t that heavy and probably wouldn’t knock down the giant pink bunny plushie she’d been eyeing. “I still have to give it a shot…” She mumbled.

Pklunk. “Darn it.” Pklunk. “For the love of…" Pklunk. "Hmmmm….” [Y/n] hummed loudly in slight frustration. She’d hit her targets. But the balls didn’t have enough force to even make the giant plush move one bit.

“Sorry missy, better luck nex–” [y/n] slapped more money into his hand as he tried to shrug in a 'sorry’ gesture. She was not leaving without that plush. Benimaru, who had given up hiding the fact he’d been eyeing her, let out of ’hmmph’ of amusement.

Again, she didn’t make any knock the pink bunny down. Paying for another round, she furiously threw two out of the three balls at it and they just bounced off and to the ground. “Son of a fuck–”

“Ah our little 'Oujo-sama’ can have a potty mouth.” Benimaru mused at [y/n].

[Y/n] shook a little before turning to glare at the man a good bit taller than her, the bottom rim of her eyes slightly red from tearing up and cheeks puffed from holding ber breath in frustration. “Pffffttt” He couldn’t hold back laughing and [y/n] was so close to smacking him had he not slipped his fingers into her hands and gently pry the last white ball from her fingers. This action caught her so off guard, she almost really did stop breathing.

“The pink rabbit right?”

[Y/n] nodded in defeat and watched as Benimaru lined the ball up. Holding it like a marble ready to shoot. With an audible flick, it shot from his hand, right into the pink rabbit’s face. He knocked it over with so much force, a normal person might’ve had whiplash…or a very ugly bruise.

Eyes wide in surprise, [Y/n] squealed. Once handed the plush, she burried her face on the top of it’s head and spun around. It was a little more then half her height. After letting out most of her excitement, she looked up and smiled warm up at Benimaru. “Thank so much, Shinmon-sama.”

A blush began creeping up his neck as he looked away again, “I didn’t want you to start crying and scaring all the kids away.” He proclaimed. [Y/n] was beginning to feel that his rudeness quite often times might be a little misunderstood. She hoped at least. “Oh, and you can call me by my first name.”

“Benimaru-sama?” She said taken by surprise. She wasn’t the only one though. The crimson eyed man wasn’t ready for her to use his first name so quickly that he couldn’t hide the instant unsettling blush on his face. He stormed off down the street in confusion.

“W-Wait!” [Y/n] exclaimed. She turned to Konro and the twins. The lieutenant gave a gentle flick of his hand, as if signaling for her to make her way after his captain. “I have to help these girls carry all the toys they’re about to siphon out this poor man.” [Y/n] gave a confused expression but turned and darted after Benimaru.

“Hehehe. Hina and Hika are gonna take all these toys!” They dropped all their money on the counter and collected as many balls that could sit on the counter. The sounds of toy after toy hitting the ground echoed past several neighboring stalls as the twins windmilled ball after ball at the wall of toys. The poor stall keeper huddled in the corner shaking in fear, for these balls came flying with more force then he’d ever seen in his life.

Konro gave a tired and strained smile. He was going to have a lot of carrying to do.

—-

“Please wait up!” [Y/n] called out. Benimaru turned to glance at her before continuing to make his way away from the lights and crowd of people. “Then hurry up, the fireworks are about to start soon.”

[Y/n] faltered in her dash towards him. A smile spread on her face. “O-Oh okay!” She followed him towards a hill with not quite so many trees. One with a clear view of the sky. He sat down with his legs crossed, not waiting for her to sit down first. [Y/n] smoothed the fabric of her yukata behind her and sat next to him, still clutching her overly large rabbit. Her face burried in it’s head.

The first pop of a firecracker shot up in several colors. A basic round one in colors of red, blue, and green. There where sparkles of excitement in [Y/n]’s eyes that Benimaru couldn’t keep his eyes away from. She turned to look at him and smiled.

“I think I’ll name him Bunnymaru.” She giggled and turned back to the fireworks that started coming in more frequent succession. She turned just in time to miss his eyes go wide in surprise, his neck, ears, and face a red so bright that he thought he might actually overheat.

“Tch. Whatever.”

As much as he wanted to focus on the fireworks, he kept stealing glances at [Y/n]’s excited face. She was much more like a rabbit herself. In one day, he had noticed she was nervous, skittish, but really bubbly. A bubbly he didn’t hate that much.

“My rabbit.” He mumbled just as more fireworks sounded off, masking his words. Much to his relief. He didn’t mean to say 'my’ and he nearly choked in realization. He glanced at [y/n] again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in his usual expression as he watched her enjoy the display in the sky.

'Ah what the hell,’ he sighed inwardly, 'It won’t hurt if she was…’

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I want Keigo to throat fuck me, that’s it. That’s the tweet. *sigh in feral*

and the thing is he will

he'll have your nose pressed against him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat while you drool down his balls n he'll twitch and shiver before pulling out slowly. n then he'll slap it against your lips a couple of times, getting you real messy and needy while he coos and tells you how good you look

"you're my little slut, right? daddy's perfect little slut?"

"fuck, you look so pretty chokin' on me like that. greedy little slut."

"open your mouth a little wider, yeah? take it all, let daddy use that throat."

and of course you'll let him, let him bob your head up and down and tangle his hands in your hair while he ruts his fat cock in and out of your throat with purpose, like he's got something to prove. you'll let him use you to his liking, because that's what good little sluts do <3

horny keigo shit plz

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Akatsuki no Yona Week - Day 2: Favorite character - Son Hak

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yuzuriha-sayori · 3 years

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The Todoroki siblings finally meet their lil nephew! (aka Hato who is my dhawks lovechild oc) 💙

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yuzuriha-sayori · 3 years

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Wet Dreams-NSFW

character list➺

>Hawks >Dabi >Shigaraki >Bakugou >Kirishima >Aizawa

warnings: somno🤷‍♀️, creampies , consent isn't stated in particular(only with Aizawa) but you should always discuss this with your partner beforehand!! Erection is also not consent to be touched!

Ko-Fi and Patreon links are in my pinned post 💕

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his wings flexing on the sheets as he breathes heavily.

He feels warm... too warm...and he subconsciously kicks the blanket off of him, spreading his legs a bit and pressing against the mattress.

He can practically feel your pussy in his dream, desperately getting through the motions in his lonely room, humping his cock between the materials as he murmurs praises into nothingness.

Maybe he knows it's a dream, maybe he's aware, but he's gonna turn a blind eye to it, his mouth watering as he latches onto your soft neck.

This time he won't coward away, he'll let go completely, pouring his love out into you and holding you tight, not letting you go like he did before.

With one final push, he can feel himself spilling into you, pulsing in your waiting pussy and breeding you like he always wanted to.

Warm spurts of cum coat the front of his boxers, seeping through the cotton and staining his bed.

He jolts awake, a huff leaving his throat as he props himself on his elbows, slowly turning on his back, looking around the dark room.

He can't stand to lay in his bed anymore, sitting at the edge of it and eyeing his phone. His fingers shakily pick it up, unlocking it and finding his way to your contact number.

A few heavy moments pass by, his thumb finally pressing against the green button as he takes a gulp of air, waiting for your voice.

He smiles softly when you answer, sleepily but so so worried, obvious rattling of the bed on your line.

"I-...I'm ready to fix this..." he whispers quietly, but hopefully, throwing on some clothes and going to the balcony.

And If someone saw you opening your windows at 3 am, no they didn't.

And if they saw the winged hero pulling your face with both of his palms and kissing you before he even got to enter your apartment, they also most certainly did not.

Dabi has wet dreams on the regular, and he's very used to having his hands in his pants every other time he wakes up.

This one felt too real though, like he could feel your lips wrapped around his cock all of a sudden, his hips bucking off the bed to meet your wet tongue.

Soon enough he's sure he felt your hands tightening around his balls as he slipped all the way to the back of your throat.

He slowly opens his eyes, still confused and trying to figure out why he woke up in the first place, the glucking sound of your throat sending his focus lower.

Your cheeks look so pretty all puffed up and full of his cock, lips stretched wide around his thick shaft.

Your glossy eyes meet his, your fingers trailing up to get ahold of his, ghosting his scarred hand in light patterns as you move slowly.

He leans his head on the pillows again, guiding one of your hands back to his balls, cupping them as he starts rocking into your mouth.

You try to breathe through your nose, his fat cock easily closing off any air attempting to slip past your throat. He can feel the spit pooling and slowly dripping in your palm, your fingers twitching as you struggle to breathe before he grabs ahold of your hair, pulling you off of him but keeping your face close.

He untangles his digits from your threads, petting your cheek gently, slipping in some praises while he works his length over your lips.

He wraps his hand in a fist around his cock, stroking it carefully, his tip bumping against your plump skin.

"Gonna cum over your pretty face...give you a nice reward for being so useful..." He says panting, speeding up his strokes.

Your eyes are half lidded and your tongue slips out shyly, meeting his tip with small kitten like licks. The first twitch of his balls gives you a brief warning for you to close your eyes, white painting your cheeks, followed by a long growl, some of his cum hooking on your tongue so that you can savor his tangy taste.

His ragged breathing overpowers all of the sounds in the room, a small "oh fuck" slipping in there too.

You sit on your heels, preparing to go and wash your face. "Come back to sleep after" you nod to noone in particular since he's almost asleep again, coming back minutes later and laying on his chest.

He sleepily pulls one of your legs over him, bringing your body closer to his. He'll seize the first opportunity to return the favor.

He's humping the pillows, not even sure if he's asleep or just daydreaming about you.

He's slamming his cock against the soft but poor replacement of you, hopeful that you might hear him from your room, purposefully moaning and whining louder as he approaches his high so so fast.

His gloved hands dig into the pillow, a hiss leaving his lips when he cums, the bed creaking while his heels dig in the mattress.

He doesn't stop after that either, now fully awake, biting the pillowcase in anger... it's not you, it doesn't even feel like you and let alone sound like you.

But he keeps thrusting his hips, mumbling angry remarks as his cockhead burns from sensitivity.

Choosing to ignore it, his thoughts run wild, a vivid image of your tits fronting in his brain. The times and times he just couldn't peel his eyes off of them when you wandered around the hideout without your bra.

You did for him...you must've...He knows you want him to look at you.

There's drool rushing out of his mouth, a fat load of spit falling and smearing over the pillowcase as his thrusts speed up, a desperate cry of your name echoing against the wall of his room, as he cums again, like a pathetic loner he is.

His face is stained in tears he didn't know he was letting drip down his cheeks, his chest tightening with post orgasmic guilt as he throws the pillow away.

There's a barely audible knock and a quiet creek of his door opening, a small prayer rushing through his brain as he turns around, clutching the sheets to his sweaty body.

"You called....?" your voice confident and inviting, kicking the door closed with your foot, he can't believe you're approaching him, his greedy hands pulling you in as soon as you're in his arms reach.

You're locked in his arms, his form keeping you safe and warm as you hide your flushed face in the pillow.

You don't know if you should move so you just let him rock his hips against your plump ass, his hard cock pressing into you all while his arms pull you even tighter to him.

There's an angry huff near your ear, warm lips pressing against your neck. He'd kill you if you tried waking him up, so you settle on going through the motions with him, ignoring the wetness pooling between your legs.

He did wake you up, but none of that truly matters right now while you focus on keeping your moans down.

You can make out the cursing and raspy whimpers of your name, his fingers slipping to your pussy, cupping it before softly stroking.

He's missing. That much is obvious.

You try angling your hips better, finally getting some friction over your clothed clit. His fingers aren't pressing even half as hard as you need them to, and you subconsciously start moving on your own, bucking into his hand until there's a sleepy but husky growl behind you.

You place your palm over your mouth, holding your breath and stilling your movement.

"Shhh...I'll take care of it..." he whispers sleepily, moving your hand from your mouth and turning your head to push his tongue between your lips instead.

His fingers slip under your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while he rocks against you gently. You're swallowing up eachothers moans, his rutting slowly getting more forceful, the bed creaking under you.

His hand snakes between you, slipping your panties over the swell of your ass before pulling himself out of his boxers.

A rewarding hum leaves his throat when he presses flush against your exposed skin, slipping his cock between your thighs. His fingers work your clit urgently, flicking it in time with his thrusts as he feasts on your whimpers.

He's so close to painting your thighs in his cum, secondguessing himself for a moment before he pushes the small voice in his head that's complaining about the clean up that'll follow.

He looks at your red cheeks, a grin forming on his lips, causing his teeth to clash against yours.

"Gonna cum-" he manages to get out before his cock spills over your skin, your orgasm triggered by the last rough flick of his wrist.

Squeezing his length, you milk him dry, your legs shaking and your toes curling. Both of his arms wrap around you protectively, kissing the top of your head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

This little sweetheart thinks about you a lot, so it's not a surprise hearing him mumble your name in his sleep very often.

It can go from mumbled out lines of love, all the way to moaning and whimpering out your name and nicknames while he roams his hands over the bed to find you.

You're sat on a small chair, writing out some delayed work papers when you hear the blankets shuffling, soft snores turning into mewls that make you jolt.

Your boyfriend is passed out on his back, an obvious hard-on bulging from under the covers.

A smile forms on your lips, letting go of your pen, you carefully find your way to the bed.

"jus' leik- that...." he rushes out, fingers clutching the sheets under him. "s-so...pretty" he adds on, drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

You hope to hell he's dreaming of you, otherwise this would be embarrassing...But you edge closer, pulling down the covers off of his naked body.

Contrary to his quirk, his skin is soft and pleasant against your own, flush and heated.

You lay your head on his shoulder , scooting closer, your lips gently ghosting over his neck. Scraping your nails across his abs, you trail lower, getting ahold of his length.

Your fingers can barely touch, your fist too small to wrap around his shaft. His face is scrunched in pleasure as you start working his cock, leathering it in precum.

"Yeah...that's it baby...." he shudders out, throwing his head to the side, his cheeks heating up. His abs flex with each slow pump of your hand, eyebrows furrowing.

You try slowing down even more, not sure what you'd do if he woke up. But you find out anyways, his eyes slowly opening, blinking the sleep away.

He catches your embarrassed stare, your hand shying from his cock as you wait for him to say something. He gives you a reassuring smile, turning on his side to face you.

Still a bit hazed from his dream, he pulls you on top of him, arms funding purchase on your hips.

"Maybe I'm still dreaming" he chuckles, sliding his hands under your shirt.

You rush to pinch his nipple, laughing when he lets a manly scream escape. "Okay, okay fine! Not a dream I get it!"

He pulls you down, smashing your lips together passionately, arms snaking around your back so that he can guide your pussy over his cock.

His sharp teeth carefully nibble at your lip, both hands now kneading your ass. You plaster your palms over his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to angle your hips right, determined to make him cream his chest.

When he feels like he's not as sleepy anymore tho, he manhandles you so that you're on your back, your panties pushed to the side before he mushes his face between your legs, determined to fuck you till the sun rise💕

This man fucks you plenty so wet dreams are rare and far in between.

Yet the two of you discussed it beforehand, agreeing that both of you are allowed to touch eachother freely during the night.

However that doesn't stop you from gasping in surprise when you wake up, his cock already draggin inside your warm pussy, hitting your G spot with ease while he rocks his hips into you.

He tried being mindful, trying his best to not wake you up, but at the same time he did wonder if he could make you cum without disrupting your sleep, loving the small challenge.

The two of you are heroes though, and deep sleep isn't a luxury you can afford.

His thumb is working your clit slowly, his other arm underneath you so that he can hold you closer.

"Morning princess..." he rasps out, giving a sharp thrust now that you're awake. It earns him a soft moan of his name, breathless and adored with the sleepy daze you're in, leg bending at its knee to give him a better angle.

He smiles softly , kissing your bare shoulder gently before his hips speed up.

His fingers dip to where your pussy leaks over his cock, spreading your slick across your folds teasingly, parting your lips with two fingers and pressing down, his palm ghosting over your clit.

You're still so, so tired, desperate to reach your high but with little to no strength to move, so you weakly put a bit more pressure over his hand, huffing when it doesn't do the job.

"Please Shota...." you mewl, earning yourself a rewarding flick of his wrist, his fingers working your slicked up nub perfectly, your legs shaking from the sudden rough movement.

He bottoms out completely, focusing on you as he works you to your high, his face buried in your neck.

"Milk my cock you greedy little thing" he whispers, humping your cervix, your cunt clenching and your eyes closing.

You can't focus on the words that are leaving his mouth, but you make out the growling tone before your pussy clamps down on his cock, your body curling up as you feel his warm cum seeping deep inside your core.

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth, both of his hands pulling your body impossibly close, caging you in his arms.

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