Blair Bear

My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

General Headcanons / Drabbles

When they realise they are in love with you - Class 1A / Other UA Students / Pro Heroes / Villains

How they handle jealousy and react to someone flirting with you - UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Hit with a Villains sex quirk & they NEED you now! - UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How they react to accidental hand touches - UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Getting 'The Talk' from their mentors/father figures/more experienced friends.

Being praised during sex - UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Walking in on each other doing something embarrassing

Texting them for help, only for there to be a spider in your room - UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Boyfriend Headcanons

What it’s like to date them…

Tamaki Amajiki

Shoto Todoroki

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

One Shots

Unmasking Love - Mezo Shoji x Reader

Burn for You - Dabi (Toya Todoroki) x Reader

The Space Between Us - Toshinori Yagi x Reader

A Bet's a Bet - Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Game of Flirts - Hawks (Keigo Takami) x Reader - P1 / P2 / P3

The Stray that Stole his Heart - Shota Aizawa x Reader

Wounded - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Unenthused - Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Kinktober 2025 Masterlist

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General Headcanons / Drabbles

Boyfriend Headcanons

What it’s like to date them…

One Shots

Ko-fi / Masterlist

The water running over your body felt like heaven, after a long day this is what you needed. The relaxing scent of your body wash and warmth of the steam that fogged up the glass, all adding to the peaceful moment of relaxation. Until a hesitant knock on the bathroom door broke you out of that.

“Yes?” You answered, knowing your boyfriend would be on the other side of the door waiting for your answer before entering. He peaked in, face gentle almost shy as he asked, “You need anything in there? A towel?”

You looked at the rack, full of towels and gave a soft laugh before looking back at him, “No I think I’m okay.” There was a pause, long enough that you could see the cogs turning in his head before he continued, “you sure? Maybe, uh new soap, or something?” You just laughed again, opening the glass door and sticking your head out, “Ojiro, if you want to join me you just have to ask.” He laughed lightly and you heard the faint familiar sound of his tail thump against the floor before he entered the room, “would that be okay?” He asked almost shyly despite the number of showers the two of you had already had together. You grinned, leaving the glass door open for him as you stepped back into the stream, “it would be more than okay.”

He stepped in carefully, trying not to slip, his hair already beginning to dampen from the humidity in the air. His cheeks were tinted red, and his eyes softened when they met yours. “Hi,” he said, a bit bashfully. “Hi,” you murmured back, reaching for him. Your palms found his chest, warm and solid under your fingers. The work of years of training, as you trailed your fingers over his chest hearing the low hum he let out at the sensation. He stepped closer to you, something in his eyes watching you reverently, almost worshipful as you tilted your face up to kiss him. It started off softly, slowly, as if you were both savouring the feeling of each other, having this moment where nothing other than the two of you mattered.

His tail curled around your thigh with unconscious instinct, the motion possessive and protective all at once. It held you close as his hands cupped your waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your damp skin. The intimacy of the moment sending a pulse of heat straight to your core, the way he caressed you softly, bringing forth a sensation of not only lust but connection. Your fingers moved up his body, threading through his hair as you kissed along his jaw, you felt the low sound in his chest more than you heard it as his hands moved. One moving to your ass, his grasp firm as he used it to pull you closer to him, the other reaching up to cup your cheek as he brought you in for a kiss, delicate at first. His tongue brushing your bottom lip as you allow its entrance deepening the kiss. You feel the way his body responds to you, length hardening against you, tail tightening around your thigh, his grip on you becoming more needy. Ojiro presses you against the tile, the coldness of it against your back dragging a gasp out of you as he begins to trail his kisses down your neck now. His tail loosens as he descends your body, nipping and kissing your damp skin, hands not letting go of you as he begins to kneel.

“Are you sure?” Hitoshi’s eyes studied your face intensely as he looked for any sign that you weren’t 100% serious about this, but found none. You smiled up at him as he lay over you, brushing your fingers against his cheek in a reassuring gesture as you nod. “I need you to say it,” his voice was soft as he hesitated, “I need you to be sure, once we start I won’t know if you want to stop, I need- I need to know you want this.”

How could he worry you didn’t want this, you were the one who practically begged for it. You knew this was a lot for him, for someone to put their trust in him so completely, but you wanted this for him, you wanted to give yourself over to his control. For him to have you anyway he wanted to. “Toshi,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, “I want this.” His shoulders seemed to visibly relax at your words, his expression remained serious as he returned your kisses, meeting your lips with a gentle kiss, “Do you trust me?” You smiled up at him knowing he was ready, “Yes.” It was the last thing you were able to say before your mind became a haze of fog clouding your brain. You still felt there, present, but somehow distant, disconnected from your ability to move. Hitoshi stared at you for a moment, his hesitation clear as he tried to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort, not that you would be. His hand lifted to stroke your cheek, fingers gentle like he knew you were still there paying attention and wanted you to see how his touch would feel before he took it any further. “Kiss me,” his tone was soft as he spoke, you felt your body move on its own, it felt almost like instinct, there was no fight in you as you lifted your head towards Hitoshi and kissed him with the same passion you usually would. The heat between you was still there, just like always, with the added excitement of being under his control you could feel the heat pulsing between your thighs.

As if reading your mind, Hitoshi shifted, placing a knee between your open legs and pressing against the spot you needed him most as you continued making out with him. It was hot, needy, the sounds that you made coming out instinctively would’ve usually made you blush, but now that you had no filter on your moans Hitoshi was able to hear the full unfiltered excitement in your tone. He pulled back to look at you, taking in your kiss plumped lips, your blown out eyes.

He moved off you to lay down on the bed next to you, “Come here, in between my legs,” you felt your body move as you crawled to the space in-between his legs as he undid his belt, you could see how his cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Even if he was hesitant, there was no hiding how much he was truely enjoying this, how erotic it felt to have you completely give yourself over to him. He whined slightly as he took his cock out, the hardened length throbbed at the cool air, a slight dribble of precum coating his tip, “Take it…in your mouth,” even as he commanded you, his voice was soft, gentle as if he didn’t want to boss you around, ironically enough. You moved forward grabbing the base of his cock as you licked the tip before taking it completely into your mouth, he hissed at the warmth of your tongue. Your every movement was so you, he felt like you were still there, taking care of him like you always did. Hand squeezing the base lightly as you swirled your tongue around the tip, placing your tongue flat and dragging it along that one spot you knew he loved. His hand shot out fingers knotting into your hair as he held you as you continued to work his cock. “Tell me…tell me you love me.”

Not realising in his euphoric state he let go of control he was surprised when he felt you crawling up towards him, your warm smile back in place when he looked at you, eyes full of warm affection, “I love you, Toshi.”

The apartment was quiet when you got home, you thought maybe your roommate, Juzo, had gone out. You threw your stuff down and were ready to just go for a shower and spend the rest of your afternoon relaxing, when you heard movement from Juzo’s room, followed by his voice. You ignored it as you headed down the hallway, assuming he was just talking on the phone or mumbling to himself, but then his voice called out clearer this time and you realised he had called out your name. It sounded different, the way he said it this time, like there was strain in his voice. You got closer to his room about to knock when he called out to you again. You assumed he had heard you enter and was calling you in, probably to show you something or to ask you about your day, he always did little things like that, involving yourself in each others lives. But what you see when you opened his door couldn’t be further from that.

Juzo laid back on his bed, legs spread, cock in hand. Hi head was thrown back as his other arm lay across his eyes. You could see the way his cock throbbed, glistening with precum which his spread all over his length. You were frozen in his doorway, eyes trailing over him, you couldn’t move, couldn’t avert your gaze. His body was lean but you had never noticed just how muscular he was underneath his clothes. His chest rose with each laboured breath as he moaned your name again. “Juzo…” you murmured accidentally, causing him to moan and buck his hips lightly before freezing, seemingly realising he hadn’t imagined your voice. His head shot up, eyes locked on you frozen for a moment before you both snapped out of your shock. 

He scrambled for anything to hide himself as you ran out of his room practically yelling apologies. He was calling your name as he followed, blanket now wrapped around his waist loosely, frantic panic in his eyes as he grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. You were both rambling apologies now, you for intruding and him for, well everything. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were home…” You were so flustered as you spoke with disbelief, “You… were saying my name?” You didn’t know if it meant to be a question or a statement as you spoke softly, causing his already flustered face to deepen in colour. “Its not what it looks like!” He insisted, panicking, “Okay, maybe it is, but… God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see that. I just… Its so hard sometimes, seeing you, living with you, and not being able to…” He trailed off but the meaning behind his words was clear, whatever this was for Juzo ran much deeper than he had ever let on. “I never wanted to ruin anything between us. I didn’t want you to think I was only after your body, and now… fuck, now I’ve fucked it up.”

You stepped closer to him now, still warily in this situation but close enough to feel the worry rolling off him in waves, “I… I’m not mad, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you didn’t mean to but your eyes glanced down at his still throbbing member on that last word. You hesitated before reaching a hand out, gently laying it against his chest, causing his breath to hitch as you looked back up at him. His chest was still rising and falling in panicked breaths, his heart beating wildly under your touch, chest still slick with the light sweat that had covered him. “Juzo, I- I want you to continue,” you stepped closer to him, feeling him throb against you through the thin blanket that was covering his cock. His eyes were wide as he held your gaze, blush dusting his cheeks, “What? Y/n… you don’t, you don’t have to…” but you cut him off, “I want to hear you say my name like that again.”

The movie had long since stopped being the focus of your night. You were both on the couch, tangled together. The movie was still playing softly in the background, but Koji wasn’t watching it anymore, His eyes were fixed on you, shy and dazed, his cheeks bright pink as you kissed him again. Slow and patient, as your fingers traced little circles just under his jaw.

He had been nervous at first. He always was. Gentle to a fault, careful with every touch. You loved that about him. The way he looked at you like he was afraid of breaking something precious no matter how easily you always melted into his arms.

You leaned forward again, deepening your soft kissed. He made a soft sound, barely audible, like a whimper caught in his throat and you smiled against his mouth. Feeling brave, you climbed into his lap, hearing his breath hitch audibly. “W-wait, I-“ he stammered, voice cracking, “Are you…sure?” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your thumb brushing his flushed cheeks. “Koji,” you said softly, “we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I just want to be close to you.” Your smile warm as you placed a soft kiss to his cheek. You could feel the way he visibly relaxed as he nodded, wordlessly before leaning in to kiss you again.

His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment before finding your hips, fingers brushing just under the edge of your shirt and caressing your soft skin, making your stomach flutter. You started moving slowly, just rocking your hips, gentle pressure, nothing rushed. His breath came out in short bursts, and his eyes fluttered closed as you kissed along his jaw and down his neck. “Koji,” you whispered, not wanting to break him out of this moment, “you’re doing so good.”

He swallowed, hard. Hands tightening slightly, where they rested. His face was red all the way to his ears now as he stammered out, “Y-you feel… really good.” He managed, voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the way he trembled beneath you, the tension in his body, the way his breathing was shaky as he tried to hold himself together. You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing away the nervous furrow of his forehead and smiled down at him. “Its okay, just relax,” you murmured, placing a soft kiss to his temple. You wanted him to enjoy this, to feel just how much you wanted him, just how much he could enjoy himself with you.

He nodded, but his body betrayed him, hips jerking up instinctively as you rolled down again, a soft gasp escaping him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, not to stop you, just to anchor himself. Your kisses trailed back to his lips, deepening as you slid your tongue along his bottom lip, his lips parted helplessly against yours as the heat built between you with every slow grind, every quiet sigh, every whisper of your body against his.

His breathing became laboured, you went to pull away to check on him before continuing but he pulled you closer as if not wanting to part from the sweet friction you were providing. Soon enough his entire body shuddered as he stilled underneath you, breath catching, shakily as he broke the kiss with a startled sound, half gasp, half moan. His hands were tight on your hips as he came down from his high, chest riding sharply as his face flushed crimson. 

“Oh,” he breathed, the realisation of what just happened dawning on hims instantly. His eyes wide, horrified, “I- I didn’t- I’m so sorry!” Before he could panic too much, you reached for him, cupping his cheek before he could pull away, your smile soft and steady. “Hey,” you spoke softly, like afraid to spook him, “don’t you dare apologise.” He blinked, flustered and trying to look anywhere but at you. “I didn’t mean to- I just… it felt…” You leaned forward and kissed him silencing his panicked rambling, “Its okay Koji, please don’t apologise for feeling good. “You liked being close to me. That’s not something to be embarrassed about.” Your voice dropped lower, tender but sure. “If anything, I take it as a compliment.”

He stared at you, stunned, as if he found your words hard to believe, but he knew you wouldn’t lie to him. He felt the tension leave his shoulders slightly as he leaned into you more. His lips curving into a shy but relieved smile. “I just… didn’t want to mess this up. You mean a lot to me,” the second part murmured into your shoulder as he tried to hide his flushed face. You kissed his forehead and wrapped your arms around him in a comforting embrace, “You mean a lot to me too Koji,”

You were still trying to catch your breath, heart thrumming in your chest as you lay back against the sheets. The air in the room was still thick with the scent of skin and sweat, body pulsing where he had touched you, kissed you. You loved the euphoria of this feeling, the soft moments after making love where you could just bask in the warmth of your climax.

As if interrupting your thoughts, soft fingers traced your hip in a slow soothing motion as you turned to look over at the man who had just thoroughly ruined you. Neito Monoma. Usual cocky expression replaced with something softer, hesitant, almost affectionate. His golden hair was a tousled mess, his brow furrowed and lips parted, like he didn’t know what to say but wanted to say something all the same. Instead choosing to shift closer and wrap an arm around your waist, head resting against you as he seemingly breathed you in, pressing a kiss to your temple that was far too soft even for him.

Monoma wasn’t usually quiet like this. He liked to talk, to tease, to gloat, always eager to prove himself. But now, he only breathed you in, pressing his mouth to your neck in slow, lingering kisses that had nothing to do with showmanship and everything to do with how deeply he felt.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and a little uncertain against your skin. You turned slightly to look at him. His eyes were fixed on you now, genuinely waiting, worried, even. “No,” you said softly, running your fingers through his messy hair. “You were perfect.” His jaw tensed for a second before he dipped his head to press a kiss to your sternum, then another lower, slow, deliberate. “Of course I was,” he said, but it was whispered, almost shy.

His hand slid along your thigh, not quite sexual, but intimate, grounding. He rested his palm there, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin. “I like when you say things like that,” he added, voice quieter now, like he wasn’t sure he meant for it to come out. “You mean the praise?” you asked.He hesitated, then nodded once. “From you? Yes.”

His hands continued their ministrations as he trailed his fingers over marks he had left on you moments before, a small smile tugging at his lips, only slightly smug. He stared at them in appreciation before pressing a kiss to each one, “I love you, you know. Probably more than you think.” His voice was soft and you weren’t even sure if it was meant to be heard or just whispered into the softness of your skin.

Your fingers thread through his hair in a gentle caress, bringing his attention back to your face as he leaned up to place a soft kiss on your lips. It was gentle and chaste but it held more emotion than he’d like to think. “I love you too,” you whispered in the space between you both. He smiled in that soft delicate way that only you got to see before placing another kiss to your lips before speaking to you gently, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“You keep looking at me like that darlin’, I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about it.”

Snipe had just gotten back from patrol. He was tired, you could see it in the way his shoulders still held a certain tightness to them, his holster slung on the side of the armchair that he had practically collapsed into. But his legs were spread, wide, and his gloved hand tapped idly on the arm of the chair as he looked you over from beneath the edge of his hat.

It wasn’t unusual for him to tease you. That was half the fun. But tonight, there was a heat behind it. A weariness, too. The kind only you could soothe. You made your way across the room, one slow step at a time, until you stood between his knees. “You look tired,” you murmured, reaching to brush his hair back from his face. His mask was off, a rare thing. That warm, rugged face you adored was looking up at you with that half-lidded expression that made your stomach flip.

“Little,” he admitted. “But not enough to stop me from enjoyin’ the sight of you.” Your fingers drifted over his shoulders as he looked up at you, then they ventured lower, over the taught material of his hero costume, down his abdomen until stopping at the top of his thigh. He smirked up at you now, “You wanna ride it, don’t you sweetheart?” You could feel the heat rise in your neck as he ran his fingers up your leg before kneading the softness of your thigh, “You think I don’t notice? See the way you look at me when I sit like this, all sprawled out for you?”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t need to. Snipe shifted slightly in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider. The movement was deliberate. Inviting. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to the base of your throat as his hand grasped your hip, the other patting a spot on his thigh for you. “Go on sugar, take what you need.”

You straddled one of his thick thighs, the firm muscle beneath his suit already sending heat licking up your spine. His hands never left your waist, steady, warm, grounding. You started slow, grinding against him with slow, deliberate pressure. The rough fabric created delicious friction against the thin barrier of your thin shorts.

He groaned low in his chest, his breath fanning over your collarbone. “That’s it. Just like that.” You whimpered softly, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt as your hips moved again, a little more urgently now. His leg flexed under you, firm and unmoving, giving you all the pressure you needed. “God, look at you,” he murmured. “So needy. You really were desperate for this, huh?” You nodded, cheeks flushed, gasping out a quiet, “Yes…”

His gloved hand slid up your spine to the back of your neck, cupping it gently as you rocked yourself against him. “Then take it, baby. You don’t need my hands tonight. You do this all by yourself.”

Each roll of your hips sent sparks dancing behind your eyes. The warmth built slow and steady, waves of want washing over you. His thigh was soaked now, your slick making the grinding smoother, hotter. You buried your face in his shoulder, trying to stifle the needy sounds leaving your mouth.

Snipe let out a breathy laugh. “You’re makin’ a mess on me, sweetheart.” You clenched around nothing at that, your rhythm stuttering as the tension inside coiled tighter. “Look at me,” he said roughly. “When you come on my thigh, I wanna see your pretty face.” You barely made it another few rolls before it hit you, a blinding wave of pleasure that made your entire body tremble against him. You gasped his name, hips slowing, breath catching, and he held you close, one hand rubbing circles over your back as you slumped against him. He kissed the side of your head, voice still a little hoarse. “That’s my girl.”

You were breathless. Shaking. And utterly ruined. He didn’t say anything else for a while, just held you, warm and quiet, the strong beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Until finally, he leaned down and murmured, “Next time, I’m not lettin’ you finish without me.”

“I keep thinking about how you sound,” Hanta murmured. “When I have you under me. The little whimpers. That breathy thing you do when I hit your sweet spot.”

Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily, heat blooming across your skin. “Hanta, you’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” he admitted with a soft, needy laugh. “I need to hear you, just for a little. Let me have you like this.” There was a pause. Just a heartbeat. And then you answered, “Okay.”

That was all it took.

With your phone on speaker, you were panting now, one hand toying with your sensitive nipples while the other had two fingers plunged into your wet pussy. You could hear Hanta on the other end just as overcome, his voice ragged as he groaned, “that’s it baby, let me hear how much you miss me, how much you need me to take care of that needy little pussy,”

You let out a whine, punching one of your nipples as you bucked your hips, your room filled with the lewd sounds of your moans and your dripping core. “Fuck it makes me so hard hearing you like this. Just imagining how you’d be clenching around me right now while I fuck my fist,” he groaned into the phone.

You whimpered as you imagined your boyfriend, thick cock in hand as he pumped it to the thought of you. It took everything in you not to come just from the thought. “Need it, Hanta… need you,” you moaned. “Yeah baby? Tell me where you need it,” his breath growing more ragged as he spoke.

“Everywhere,” your voice was breathy as you rocked your hips and pumped your fingers through your wet slit, “want to feel you, want to taste you.” A loud groan cut through the phone as you could hear his movements getting more rapid, “fuck baby, if you keep speaking to me like that I won’t last long. God just the thought of fucking that pretty little mouth of yours has me throbbing,” you knew him enough to know he was getting close, and when he did it was filled with promises of exactly what he was going to do to you when he got home.

You hadn’t expected this when you settled in for the night, hadn’t expected for your long time friend Fumikage Tokoyami to be buried inside you as he crooned into your neck but here you were. He had shown up at your door unannounced looking flustered, feathers ruffled, eyes wild. You had let him in worrying that something had happened, but instead you found yourself pushed up against your door with him caging you in. He was panting against your neck, groaning as he spoke, “I can’t do this… can’t keep away from you.” You pushed him back slightly to meet his gaze, “Fumi! What’s going on with you?” His gaze was desperate and hungry, but your words made him recoil as he realised what he was doing, he pushed off the door and stepped away from you, “y/n I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t be here,” he went to leave but you stopped him, “calm down, tell me what’s going on,”

He had explained to you that he was in heat, that his heteromorphism caused some lasting biological effects and due to his avian genes he was going through a mating season. “it’s usually okay, I lock myself away and…deal with it,” embarrassment and shame tinting his voice. You frowned at the edge in his voice, “But now?” You asked.

He seemed to hesitate longer this time, as if the next words out of his mouth would determine how this night went, “now… I am unable to resist my urges. Unable to resist my need…for you.”

~

His rhythm was brutal, hips snapping at a rapid pace, needing to be deeper, closer. His face was buried into your neck, inhaling your scent as he thrust into you. A noise escaped him that you had never heard before, some sort of throaty moan that caused your stomach to flip. “Fumi,” you moaned pulling another groan from him.

He had you in a mating press, fingers tracing patterns on your thighs before grabbing them again and pushing them closer to your chest. The new angle made you whine breathlessly as you pulled him closer to you, he was wild and punishing and the whole situation had your slick pooling between your thighs, coating Tokoyami.

He was mumbling into your neck, you pulled his face back to look at you, his eyes were crazed far from his usual stoicism, “My body aches for you,” his breathing was heavy as he nuzzled his forehead against yours, his words breathless as he continued his pace, “This urge… it’s unbearable. I want to fill you until you carry the proof that you are mine.”

Every part of him burned with the unspoken need to rut, to nest with her, to claim what was his. He nipped gently at her shoulder, leaving marks in his wake, the possession inside him loving the way the skin bloomed beneath his touch. He could feel it, that knot in his stomach as he neared his end. Gods she was beautiful like this, eyes rolling back, legs spread as he thrust into her glistening heat. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, he needed to lose himself in her, needed to claim her as his. Breed her.

The thought was like a drum pounding the back of his head, getting louder when she clenched around him, sucking him in as if she needed it too. She was rambling now, he could only make out half of the words, sometimes his name, sometimes pleading as her arms tightened around him. He knew she was getting closer and something primal in him needed it, needed to see the way she would cum for him. His thrusts kept up their punishing pace as he began nuzzling her chest, beak nipping at her sensitive buds. He let out a long whine, moaning his name as he felt her fall off the edge, her body shaking and spasming around him pulling a loud groan out of him as he felt that knot tighten. He fucked her through her orgasm, her hand coming up to cup his face, eyes full of adoration and blissed out pleasure. It was soo much, the knot in his stomach snapped as he gave her everything he had, hips stuttering with his final deep thrust as he pumped his seed into her. Claim. Mark. Breed

The words swirled in his head as he came down from his high, his cock throbbed inside her as he realised this was only the start of their night together.

Togaru would never tell you unprompted about his insecurities but you both knew they were there. He was able to hide it most of the time but when it came time for you to see him at his most vulnerable it was always the same. As soon as your kisses turned heated, your touches desperate, he would reach over to flick the light off as if having to look at him would ruin whatever high you were on.

So tonight, when his lips brushed your neck and his hands fumbled for the switch of the bedside lamp, you gently caught his wrist, “leave it on,” you whispered before continuing your touches, trying not to let him linger on the thought for too long. His movements slowed for a moment before he let out a chuckle, soft, teasing, “What, you need to see me that bad?” His cocky tone didn’t distract you from the way his fingers fidgeted against your skin, “Didn’t know I was that irresistible.”

You gave him a warm smile, one that let him know he couldn’t joke his way out of this, before cupping his cheek, “I want to see you because I love you.” The teasing smirk dropped off his face before he could stop it, he was quick to regain his composure but it wasn’t quite as convincing as before, “Don’t go soft on me now,” he tried to joke but there was no humour in his tone. Your thumb stroked slowly over his cheek. “Togaru,” you said gently, “you don’t have to hide from me.”

You could see the twitch in his jaw — the way he wanted to deflect. To shrug it off like nothing. But he didn’t. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he wanted to believe you. Maybe he just didn’t have the strength to lie anymore. “I’m not hiding,” he muttered. You leaned forward, kissing the edge of his jaw directly under one of his mandibles. “Then let me look at you.” He hesitated. His arm tightened slightly around your waist but finally, he nodded.

Not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind you leant in and kissed him. Your palms skimmed the hard lines of his chest, over muscle and scar and skin that flexed beneath your worshipful touch. You kissed down the slope of his neck, slow and reverent, leaving heat wherever your lips met flesh. You moved yourself to straddle him, hands splayed out across his abdomen while you looked down at him. A shuddering sigh left his lips, “I don’t get it… I don’t get you.” You didn’t let him deter you as you smiled at him warmly, hands still moving, still touching, “You don’t have to Togaru, just let me show you what I see when I look at you.”

~

Looking down at him as you rode him was a sight, his cheeks were flushed from your praise and your touch. You had been praising him, telling him all the things you loved about him for what felt like hours now. Your slow movements and sweet words had been like a beautiful method of torture for him as he struggled and squirmed under your attentive gaze. “So beautiful like this Togaru… Ah- you feel so good too.” You were almost babbling now as the ecstasy of your movements mixed with the arousal from finally getting to watch your boyfriend like this. His hands tightened around your thighs as he groaned, bucking his hips up to meet you. “Say it again… please,” his voice was soft as he spoke, almost breathless. You leaned down, arms resting on either side of his head as you rolled your hips. “You’re so beautiful,” the way you said it now even more tender as you looked at him with an intense look of love in your eyes. You leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’re sexy. Strong. Handsome. You make me feel safe. Make me feel wanted. I want you so badly, it aches.” You littered kisses over every area you could reach as you spoke.

His breath is shaky as you look back at him, you can see the emotion in his face, the way he’s trying to keep it together. But when you continue your movements, he doesn’t look away this time. He watches you, he lets you watch him. Takes every touch like a gift he doesn’t know if he deserves. You worship him with ever kiss, every word, every movement. This time, he lets you.

The sun had started to set, covering Keigo’s’ office with a golden light. It was getting late, not so late that the office was empty but enough that he most likely wouldn’t be disturbed. You were supposed to be reviewing intel for tomorrows joint op. Instead, you were pressed over Keigo’s desk, palms flat against a stack of mission files as his hands slid along your waist, gripping tight enough to pull you against him as he continued to thrust inside you. “You know,” he purred, voice low with a lazy, amused drawl in your ear, “this desk has seen a lot of things, but I think this might be my favourite.”

You rolled your eyes, breath catching as he leaned in closer lips brushing against the shell of your ear, chest pressed to your back. “Don’t make me regret this,” you retort, but your voice didn’t hold the usual bite to it. His smug grin was practically audible, “I don’t think you could if you tried.” A shiver ran down your spine at his closeness before you turned your head towards him to shoot him a glare, but it only made him chuckle. “Oh, come on,” he drawled, one hand running down your thigh before sliding in between you and the desk to rub teasing circles on your clit, “You’re telling me you didn’t think about this the last time we were in here? When you bent over to grab those reports, all professional and serious?” He clicked his tongue, “Had to use every ounce of my hero discipline not to pin you right then and there.”

Your heart was racing, heat crawling back up your neck at the memory. Hips shifting back against him as you let out a small whine. “Keigo,” you warned, breathy, trying not to sound as affected as you were. He groaned, hips stuttering before he picked up the pace, “You should hear the things I think about when you call me by my first name like that,” he murmured, voice laced with mischief and full of lust. You felt your knees weaken slightly and you couldn’t tell if it was from his words or the way he was fucking you. Your head fell forward as you let out another moan, grinding against the hand that was pressed between your folds, earning another chuckle from behind you, “Look at you, pretending like you don’t want this while your body’s telling me the truth.” 

Your not even trying to hide your moans anymore, voice breathless as you grind against him again, “Keigo, please.” You knew you were never going to hear the end of this later, you knew you would be embarrassed when he brought up how you begged for the Pro Hero to keep fucking you. But right now you couldn’t find it in you to care. You knew he was smirking behind you as he spoke, smugness filling his tone, “I’ll do anything when you ask me nicely like that.” His pace was relentless now, barely giving you time to breathe as he slammed into you, one hand gripping your hip while the other pleasured that sensitive little nub. You were moaning shamelessly as Keigo kissed and nipped your shoulder and neck, his groans breathy against your skin. The hand he had on your hip moving, trailing the skin of your back up to your neck, he gripped it softly before pushing you down onto his desk. It wasn’t rough, you allowed the movement, chest soon pressing to his desk which was now a mess of papers as he groaned at the new angle, “Can feel you- Fuck. Feel you gripping me, clenching on me. Feel so good.” He moaned as his hips continued pumping you. You were so close, you could feel it, that taught tension ready to snap. His hands on you, his relentless pace, his hot voice dripping with lust, with just as much need as you felt. You could feel yourself almost at that point of climax, vision blurring, breathing heavy and just as you reached your peak….

Knock, Knock.

The air was thick in Tomura’s room, dark with only the dimness of his screen to provide any light. You rocked your hips slowly, feeling the way he dragged against your walls with every slow torturous movement. Your arms looped around his neck, thighs caging his, face buried into his neck to stop yourself from moaning. He had told you to stay quiet, told you to be good and use his cock while he played his game. His voice was taught as he spoke to his team, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, only paying attention to the fullness you felt as you continued riding him at a leisurely pace. His breath caught a little as your hips tilted, rolling deeper on the downstroke. Jaw flexed as he lifted his hips ever so slightly causing a moan to escape your lips.

He froze at the sound, muting his mic before letting go of his mouse to grab your chin and bring you to look at him. “Tch,” he sighed. Not angrily, almost teasingly. His hand moved from your chin to your hip, massaging the spot, “You were doing so good, baby.” Your lips were parted, chest heaving as you tried to hold back from moaning again at his attention. “‘M sorry, Tomura,” you whispered, breath catching as your hips instinctively rocked again, the friction making your head spin. “I didn’t mean to… I just..” He tilted his head, resting his forehead against yours for a second, seemingly just as affected by your movements as you were.

His voice was lower when he spoke, a restrained danger, clouded with lust, “If you make another sound like that, I’m gonna unmute and let them hear you while I fuck you.” The words hung in the air, your movements frozen from the threat. “Gonna let them hear my pretty girl as she falls apart on my cock. Is that what you want?” A whimper caught in your throat as you pressed yourself closer to him, shaking your head. His hands pulled your hips down, deepening your contact, “Use your words.” Your eyes rolled slightly as you bit down on your lip, “No Tomura,” It came out as more of a whine than anything, causing Tomura to chuckle. He kissed the side of your head softly, almost affectionately, then unmuted his mic and turned back to his game like nothing had happened.

When you didn’t move for a moment his gaze snapped back to you, sharp, demanding. You started moving again, slow and snug and full of need for something more, something desperate. You struggled. Between the unbearable silence, the closeness, the fullness, the way you could feel everything. Every shift, every twitch, every pulse of arousal that told you just how much he needed this too. Your mouth moved to his neck, placing sloppy kisses against that spot he loved just above his shoulder. Your panting was quiet, restrained as your body burned with how slow you were moving. Your thighs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t even flinch, just kept talking to his team, perfectly calm despite the fact that you were writhing, needy and filled to the brim while you struggled not to fall apart. But you could see it, the way his breath hitched when you took him deeper, the tension in his shoulders as you kissed them, the way his gaze was half lidded with pleasure, and most importantly the way his cock throbbed inside you.

You didn’t notice when the match ended until Tomura spoke again, “I’m out,” he simply said, “Got something else to do.” You didn’t hear the response from his team but you did notice the way he scowled at whatever it was before bringing his gaze back to you, “Something more important,” before disconnecting the call. The second the call ended, everything about him shifted. His arms slid around your thighs pulling them up slightly to give himself a better angle, making you gasp as he hit deeper, your head falling against his chest. “There,” he murmured almost reprimandingly, “Now you don’t have to be quiet,” his voice seemingly getting closer to your ear as he kissed your neck, “So you better let me hear you now.”

It started with a drink. Then two. Then before you knew it you were making out with your best friend in the hallways of some randoms house party. The kisses were heated, broken with giggles and shushing before Denki grabbed you by the hand and led you to his parked car.

The car windows were already fogging as you straddled Denki’s lap, clothes pushed off just enough, your hands in his hair as he looked up at you. Denki’s lips were all over you, messy, a little too eager, a little too desperate. You could taste the alcohol still on his tongue as he kissed you like he’d waited forever for this.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your mouth, hands sliding up under your shirt. “You’re, like… insanely hot. This is insane. Are we seriously doing this right now?” You nodded, breathless, thighs straddling his lap awkwardly as you tried to find a rhythm that worked in the cramped back seat.He blinked up at you, totally dazed. “Holy shit. This is actually happening. You’re actually on top of me, and—”

“Denki,” you breathed, rocking your hips.

“R-right, yeah, focus,” he muttered, hands grabbing your waist to steady you. “God, you feel so good…” You both were still adjusting to the position as Denki used one hand to awkwardly move the seatbelt buckle out of the way while trying not to lose his mind as you sunk down onto him fully.

“Fuuuck,” he gasped, head hitting the back of the seat. “You’re so warm…shit, I can’t…like, I literally can’t think right now.” You let out a soft whimper as you rolled your hips again. His words and the way he touched you had you clenching around him. Denki moved his hand to the back of your neck to pull you down into another heated kiss, moaning into your mouth with every movement of your hips. The car was hot now, sweat and the scent of arousal hung in the air. Denki continued his kisses, your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. Anywhere he could reach as his arms snaked around you pulling you closer to him as if he couldn’t bare even an inch between you both.

“I swear,” he whispered, voice cracked and reverent, “I’ve wanted this forever. You. Us. You feel so fucking good I’m gonna die. Like, this is how I die, huh? Crushed under the weight of being completely obsessed with you.” You rocked your hips harder, chasing the friction, and he whimpered. “Tell me you want me too? I need to hear it, please baby. I can’t go back to being just friends after this.” His sweet words and heated touches pulling a whine out of you as you ground your hips down on him. Your eyes were blown with lust as you brought your gaze back to him, “I want it Denki, I want you,” it was panted and breathless but it was enough to cause Denki to moan and lift you slightly so he could start thrusting up into you. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you, hitting that spot inside of you that you knew would have you cumming in no time. “Fuck me Denki,” you repeated it over and over as he thrust up into you at a relentless pace now, you were both clearly chasing release when he spoke again. “You’re all I want, all I’ve ever wanted.”

It was broken and groaned out but it was enough to send you reeling, your orgasm hit you hard as you cried out arms wrapping around Denki for support. Your pussy clenching Denki in a gripping hold took him over the edge too. He was shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm as you collapsed onto his chest.

You were both panting as Denki leaned slightly to put down the window an inch, giving you both some air before his arms wrapped around you again holding you close. His lips brushed your shoulder as he kept whispering your name like a prayer. When the aftershocks passed and the car finally stilled, you stayed like that, tangled, exhausted, your heart still racing against his.

The Gala had been great, you felt like you really got to do some important networking this time. The fight for top hero spots was always difficult and you knew by building your connections you’d be able to gain some traction. Unfortunately, Tetsutetsu had been distant from you all night. he had looked at you with a hard expression and barely said two words to you. As you got home to your shared apartment and hung up your coat you turned to him to ask him what his deal had been. Before you could even open your mouth you were pinned against the wall, his hand shot our grabbing your face fingers on each cheek as he pulled you dangerously close to him.

“What the hell was all that about?” His gaze fierce. Your brows furrowed in confusion but he didn’t let you answer, “don’t give me that look, you know exactly what you were doing. Smiling and laughing at them, letting them look at you like that and acting like you enjoyed it. Dressing up all pretty and acting like a whore for compliments.” You clenched your thighs together, not knowing whether it was at his words or the love and possessiveness mixed in the look he was giving you.

Now you were naked and bent over his thick thighs as he sat on the couch. Unshed tears in your eyes as he smoothed his hand over the blossoming red marks on your ass. One hand rested on your lower back rubbing small circles gently into the skin, lovingly. While the other delivered another harsh slap to your ass, you yelped but the mixture of loving and harsh touches had you panting and mewling that would’ve had you embarrassed if you hadn’t been lost to the ecstasy of the situation.

You had never felt so exposed and so safe at the same time as another hard slap echoed through the room. His voice was rough, you could hear the need in it now as he murmured praises and insults but never with true cruelty. Warmth pooled in between your thighs at his words and his touches. Your hips rocking back more and more with each spank, you heard the small huff of a laugh from Tetsu, clearly enjoying how needy you were for him. You whined as he ran a finger over your dripping slit, collecting some of the pooling wetness, “You’re so wet for me, so needy,” you pushed back trying to get more friction from his touch, “such a needy little slut,” he said as he turned you around to sit in his lap, holding you up by your hips as he undid his pants. A lot of the anger and heat was gone from his gaze now, replaced with need, with affection for the woman in front of him.

He held you above his cock, you could see the way it throbbed in anticipation, you moaned just at the sight of it your pussy clenching around nothing as if seeking him out, needing to remember the stretch of him. He forced your gaze to his as he spoke, “Say it, tell me who you belong to,” he rubbed the tip of his cock through your slick folds before lining it up at your entrance. The whine you let out was filled with desperation, “You Tetsu, I belong to you!” His loving gaze was unwavering as he slammed you down on his cock stretching you in one fluid movement and not giving you a chance to adjust, “Don’t forget that next time.”