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content: hugo goes down on you for the first time♡

tags: SMUTSMUT :: minors dni :: pussy eating :: inexperienced reader

a/n: ty my babies for 1k, its been only a month andi have all of you, i literally love u guys sm. tysm for support!!! based on the votes & comments, i decided on him first but I'll try doing all of em<3

you're on your back, legs spread, bare against the sheets. vivian is between them, shoulders braced under your thighs, looking up at you.

"first time someone's done this to you?" he asks, voice low. his breath is already warm against your inner thigh.

you nod, a little lost already. everything feels too open, too exposed.

"okay." his hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles. "just breathe okay?"

as you nod, he kisses the soft skin of your thigh first before going closer. when his mouth finally settles over you, the first press of his tongue is deliberate—flat, warm, tasting you in one long stroke from bottom to top.

your whole body jolts.

"a-ah..what—"

"easy," he murmurs against you. "just relax."

he does that thing again, slower this time. the wet heat of his mouth covers your clit, then slides lower, exploring. you're already slick with arousal and he makes a quiet sound of approval when he tastes it.

you try to speak, but the words scatter when he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. he does it gently, your hips twitching up without permission. his hands hold you down, a disapproval sound escaping him.

after teasing for what felt like forever, he finally began. tongue circling your clit in slow, deliberate loops, then dipping lower to push inside you—shallow, tasting, learning what makes your breath hitch. every time you gasp or tense, he slows the pace or switches until he has you whining in pleasure.

"feel good?" he asks, lifting his head just enough to speak. you looked down at him, his chin is wet with your slick. you blushed at how shameless he was.

"yeah...its a lot. like..oh."

he cuts you off by dragging the flat of his tongue hard over your clit again. your thighs tremble around his head, a moan escaping you.

he focuses on your clit, sucking in a steady rhythm while one finger circles your entrance, not pushing in yet—just teasing, coating itself in how wet you are. when he finally slides that finger inside, your back arches off the bed, a whine slipping from you.

"vi..!"

"shhh..i've got you." his free hand squeezes your hip.

he curls his finger, searching until he finds the spot that makes your vision blur he stays there, rubbing in firm, steady strokes while his mouth works your clit without mercy. the dual sensation is overwhelming—wet heat and pressure and the low, constant sound of him eating you like he's starving for it drove you insane.

and just like that, you're gone. confused by how good it is, how your body keeps moving without your permission, how the pleasure keeps building in waves that don't stop. your hands find his hair, nails digging into his scalp until he winces, nibbling gently on your clit as payback.

"nghh..vi! more pleasse"

he obeys yours request and added a second finger, stretching you carefully, still licking and sucking like he has all the time in the world. your thighs shook around his head. every time you try to close them he just pushes them wider with his shoulders and keeps going.

"look at you," he murmurs, glancing up. "you're so responsive."

he grinned, leaning back down, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit again and sucks harder, fingers curling deep until the pressure finally snaps. your orgasm hits hard—confusing, full-body, almost too much. you cry out, hips jerking, thighs clamping around his head while he rides it out, tongue still working you through every pulse until you're trembling and oversensitive.

"t-too much!" you whined, tugging weakly against his hair as he still licked you through your orgasm. hugo finally eases up, licking his lips as he looked you with darkened eyes.

"did you like that, princess?"

you blinked, looking at him with a flush on your cheeks. "mhm.."

"good. now you're gonna learn how to give your boyfriend a blow job yeah?"

"o-okay.."

🏷: @rebuffedllama @steeldoll777 @wontyouever @mai-piess @valberryboos @bunnysxprincesa @toruii + @bloomflix @dearyisa (since u guys wanted him :p)

❝ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ! ❞

۶ৎ MHA MEN : it’s getting harder to hold yourself back. it’s getting harder and harder to repress your urges & fascinations about them wc .

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ izuku midoriya , dabi , shouta aizawa , katsuki bakugo , tomura shigaraki , eijirou kirishima x f!reader ⸝⸝ suggestive ⸝⸝ established relationship for all of them ⸝⸝ body worship ⸝⸝ fingering ( shigaraki ) ⸝⸝ riding mentioned ( izuku ) ⸝⸝ cunnilingus mentioned slightly ( katsuki + shoto ) ⸝⸝ ouuu u hungry as shyyyyttt

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 : ouuu u hungry as shyyyttt 👀 this has been sitting in my drafts for days on end & i JUST came up with more ideas , #givemesomegrace. also i might’ve woken up & had an epiphany on katsuki’s part, i enjoyed writing his part a lil too much.. also i had to remove smo i got waaay too lazy >< maybe in a possible part 2 ill re-add them.. reblogs appreciated — alyssa 𑣲 | for my fellow mha enjoyers 👀 @kamislop @atelphobist @bbunsflix

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖤𝖪𝖴 ！

IZUKU MIDORIYA’s physique .. goodness. he’s the definition of “ sleeper build “. his attire when he goes to work doesn’t do him any justice, nobody would be able to detect how jacked he really was beneath that damn suit. you honestly can’t get enough of it, you’ve been dating izuku since junior high school and oh brother, he’s gotten soso big throughout the years. the renewed energy he had received from one for all, all the working out he’s been doing, building up his muscles despite reaching his peak, it’s addictive. everyday it’s getting harder and harder to repress those memories of watching him lift a few dumbbells , the extension of his arms and stretching his body, he was absolutely perfect. suppression is definitely & obviously not your forte when it comes to your boyfriend, izuku’s just so damn hot. it’s an everyday occurrence for him to workout at-least once a day, seven days a week. you bit your lip as you took a small sip from your mug, eyes running along izuku’s body. he was shirtless, of course .. counting under his breath as he pushed himself up then down again , easily doing pushups like it was nothing new to him. hell, you couldn’t even do 10.. he should be on his 78th one right now. you could feel yourself instinctively biting and licking your lips the moment he started doing pushups with one hand, switching to the other every now and then.. more heavy breaths leaving his lips as sweet glistened across his entire body, it was enough to nearly send you over the edge, oh god help you.

“y/n?” nothing. “y/n!”

you snapped out of your thoughts for a brief moment, lips curling into a slight pout as you hum, “yeah?”

izuku rose from the ground, breaths heavy and deep. “mind passing me that towel over there? thanks sweetheart.” you threw the towel over to him, your stomach pulsing at the way he caught it with one hand.. the other hand running through his slick hair, sliding the towel along his forehead, then against the nape of his neck. “whatcha’ dreaming about over there? you seem to be deep in thought.”

“just thinking.”

“just thinking? is that it?” he chuckled against the towel.

shit, the way he looked at you made it harder to suppress everything within you. your nails digging against the fabric of your shorts, watching the way his hair stuck to his face, swallowing a lump in your throat as you imagined him taking you right then and there, feeling his body against yours.. your slick heat rubbing against his toned abdomen, hands feeling his biceps.. forearms, maybe even his pectorals while his large calloused hands ran through your sides, your hips.. maybe even your a— “hey,” a voice called out. “you’re waaaay too deep in thought, bunny. this is the first time i’ve seen you so detached!” izuku chuckled, a rough hand coming to gently pat your ass which made things even worse than it already was. “come here.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖣𝖠𝖡𝖨 ！

DABI’s biceps and forearms were everything. impressive and capable of making you lose your whole head. he never told you he was hiding such beautiful things beneath that dumb dark blue coat he always wore, heck he spoke zero words. it was getting more difficult to take him seriously after knowing what was under all that clothing. as if his chest wasn’t already enough to make your urges even worse, his biceps had to add onto it. whenever he would talk to you, your eyes would avert almost immediately to either side of his biceps.. travelling downwards towards his forearms next. dabi would cross his arms when he caught you looking elsewhere aside from his face, ooh.. that made it even worse. his forearms were right in-front of you, the curve & shape of his biceps slightly seeping against the thin fabric of his coat. he slid off his coat from his body.

“shit, it’s hot in here.”

a mix between a groan & a deep sigh left his lips as his rough hands ran along his arms.. rolling his sleeves upwards, his biceps in your view. unbeknownst to you, he noticed. dabi was observant it was part of what made him who he is now and he could see exactly where your gaze kept wandering. even as you tried to maintain eye contact, your eyes kept betraying you, sliding down to the corded muscle of his arms and the way the fabric strained against his biceps. a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, one that was pure dabi, laced with that infuriatingly confident amusement.

instead of covering up, he deliberately flexed, rolling his shoulders as he moved to strip out of his own tattered clothing. the fabric fell away, revealing the full extent of his forearms, the lean, hard muscle of his torso, the silver staples glinting against his purple skin, and those biceps you couldn't stop staring at.

“hey.” snap. snap. “you gonna stare all night, or are you gonna do something about it?" his smirk deepened as he watched your blush intensify. “my eyes are up here, doll.” he murmured, though his tone suggested he didn't mind at all if you kept looking, or maybe.. if you touched him just a little bit.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣 ！

SHOUTA AIZAWA’s binding cloth was one of the most coolest phenomenons you’ve ever seen, you would wonder just how hard it truly was to learn how to use it from scratch, how your boyfriend was able to capture people with them, fight with it, oh my gosh it was something that always fascinated you no matter how much aizawa told you “it’s just binding cloth.” just binding cloth?? you thought it was the coolest thing you’ve ever come across in your whole years of living! although, sometimes it makes you think a little too much & too deeply. surely there was more he could do with it, right? ooh.. you were in dangerous territory now. you sat across him from the table, the sounds of utensils being used and the boiling hotpot on top of the table between the both of you filling the room as your eyes were locked onto his binding cloth that stayed wrapped around his neck. hm.. what else can he use that for? you would think to yourself, hand in the air with your chopsticks not even touching the food yet. you swallowed the lump in your throat as your mind wandered to places you never thought it would, you began to imagine just how easy it would be for him to restrain you with his binding cloth when you’re being stubborn, or maybe.. how easy it’d be for aizawa to use it during sex, how easily it would take for him to let it wrap around your wrists, keep you still while he takes you.

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.. you could almost feel yourself growing more aroused by the second, squeezing your legs together as if that’d suppress anything. your aching heat pulsed at the idea of aizawa using his binding cloth to restrain you during sex, shit.. even better, maybe to blindfold you. cover your eyes and let curiosity take over.. you wouldn’t know his next move, where his hand would be, how he plans to take you—

“are you going to eat or are you just gonna sit there?”

your boyfriend’s voice snapped you out of your own thoughts, blush evident in your cheeks as aizawa tilted his head. “o—oh,” you murmur quickly, “yes, mhm! sorry.”

“you okay? your face is red,” he paused. “.. i mean, really red.”

“uh huh, completely fine.”

“yeah.. alright whatever you say, princess.” strange. aizawa thought to himself, raising a brow. he shrugged, taking another bite of his rice

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖡𝖮𝖬𝖡𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖸𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ！

KATSUKI BAKUGO’s talent when it comes to the kitchen and cooking, bakugo was weirdly good at cooking.. it impressed you. someone like him also being exceptional in the kitchen too?! geez, he’s truly blessed. you had found out years before when U-A took that trip to the wild wild pussycats’ facility base for training camp, gosh.. you still remember how easy it was for him to help prep the food. believe it or not, it was one of the things you’d think about often. hell, maybe even fantasize about here and there. it was weird, it was a weird thing to fantasize about your boyfriend.. you knew it was. but hey, can you really hate a man that knows what he’s doing in the kitchen? let alone, a man that truly knew how to cook in the first place? it’s not everyday you find that, and you gave yourself a virtual pat on the back for seeing katsuki’s potential long before everyone else could. you leaned against the counter in the kitchen, taking in the sound of vegetables being chopped by katsuki. you could feel your lips instinctively curling into a smirk, your boyfriend had worn his usual home clothes.. a thin black tank top paired with black joggers. you had a great view of everything too.. his incredibly toned back visible even through the fabric as he moved carefully with precision. you bit your lip, you always wondered how it’d feel to have him eat you out over the kitchen counter. he was good.. soso good. wait, what? “since when did someone like you learn how to cook?” you spoke up suddenly, your smirk grew wider at your own tease towards him.. it almost sounded like a flirtatious banter.

katsuki didn't miss a beat. the knife hit the cutting board with a rhythmic, precise thwack thwack thwack, each slice of carrot perfectly uniform. he didn't turn around immediately, but he could feel your eyes on him. “since I learned that being a competent human being requires more than just eating shit off a plate, obviously," he grunted back, though there was no real heat behind the insult. his voice was rougher than usual, a defensive reflex against the way his pulse spiked at your proximity. "unlike some extras who probably live off takeout and regret." your boyfriend finally set the knife down and turned, wiping his hands on a towel. the black tank top clung to him, damp with a thin sheen of sweat from the stove's heat, making the defined muscles of his shoulders and chest impossible to ignore. “and wipe that stupid look off your face," he added. "you think you're real funny, don't you?"

“no katsuki, i’m being honest. you’re just..” you pause, pulling away from the kitchen counter as you moved towards him. “.. really good. i mean, real good. it makes me wonder what other things you’re good at here in the kitchen.”

“yeah?” the challenge was there in his eyes the pride and so was the aggression that defined him. he didn't pull away. instead, he closed the remaining distance, his shadow swallowing your frame as he leaned in until your noses were inches apart. “you wanna know what else I'm good at?" his free hand shot out, not to push you, but to grip the edge of the counter behind you, effectively trapping you between his body and the marble. “lemme fuckin’ show you then.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖪𝖨 ！

TOMURA SHIGARAKI’s fingers were something you fantasized about on a daily. i mean, it’s not everyday.. or honestly never, where tomura can actually touch you properly. it was dangerous and risky to even do so because of his quirk. you both found it annoying, of course. despite how rude and childish he could be, you wish he could touch you.. atleast once. whether it’s normally & affectionately, or even intimately.. you wish he could touch you like you can touch him. you really can’t help yourself from letting your mind explore. your boyfriend was quite the interesting guy, you both sat in the dimly lit room while he played league of legends on his phone.. his eyes stuck on the device as you sighed, wishing you both could atleast cuddle, or something like that. although.. you were aware that his decay would not be activated unless he had all five fingers on that specific thing. oh goodness, where we go again. you thought to yourself, your gaze traveled downwards to his fingers.. how skillful they were as you could see just how easy it was for him to maneuver around buttons, the speed of his fingers were precise and accurate every single damn time.

an image popped up in your head, imagining how easily he’d have you against his chest.. his hand on your waist.. of course, just four of his fingers holding onto you while two other fingers curled inside of you. his digits expertly pressing against your g-spot while your body shook in his hold. you winced at the thought, god you were dirty.. but can you really be blamed though? you could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your own thoughts, the urges getting even stronger as you imagined just how good he would be with his fingers. he would know what spots to hit, he would definitely know what pace will send you right above the stars. you wanted it badly. tomura and his fingers.

you swore your body moved on its own as you scooted over beside him, resting your chin against his shoulder as you kept your eyes on the way his fingers moved against his phone. fast, precise.. god you wanted it so bad. soso bad. you nearly let out a shaky moan from the desperation and need of wanting your boyfriend to shove his fingers inside of you and just make you feel real good, like you’ve never felt before. shigaraki noticed your little nudge, a little tense from the sudden contact. “something you want?” he sounded annoyed, but you knew he really wasn’t.

“you.” you murmured against his ear, pointing at his fingers as well. “those too.”

shigaraki blinked, shocked at your sudden demand. the game on his phone shut off almost immediately after you said that, ooh.. you knew you were in for a treat today.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖣𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖳 ！

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA’s strength oh yeah.. you knew he was strong. aside from his personality as a whole, his strength was something you admired more than anything. and, well.. fantasized about of course. surely enough, watching him lift heavy weights, objects, anything.. from that baseline alone, it was attractive to you. you bit your lip as you imagined exactly what else he could use that strength of his for.. maybe to hold you up against the wall? hold you while he fucks you.. or maybe something else? you were in the living room, watching him like a hawk. eijirou was running around the house, carrying heavy objects and anything that needed lifting as he was determined to organize the entire house. you could almost feel yourself going crazy from just seeing his strength alone, he and you both knew you had a weird thing for his strength. eijirou picked up a particularly heavy crate of supplies that needed organizing, flexing his arms as he maneuvered it effortlessly across the room. the way his biceps peaked and his shoulders rolled under his skin was deliberate. you asked yourself the same question, you wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. eijirou could feel your eyes on him, though clearly oblivious. even without looking directly at you, he could sense that heavy, charged gaze tracking every movement of his muscles. it confused him, really. every time he hoisted a heavy box to rearrange the bookshelf or lifted the couch to vacuum underneath, his muscles would flex almost immediately.

he caught your expression out of the corner of his eye, seeing that hunger flickering in your deep gaze. his brow would raise almost immediately, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he had no idea you loved it whenever he would show off his strength. he settled the last heavy object with a controlled thud, eijirou wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before turning toward you. the air between you both was thick, he walked over to where you sat and instead of sitting beside you, he planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, looming over you, trapping you in his space.

“hey baby,” your boyfriend stopped directly in front of your seated form, he loomed over you, casting a broad shadow that seemed to envelop your frame. his crimson eyes burned with an intensity that had nothing to do with heroism and everything to do with instinct. “you’re staring pretty hard, sweetness," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a gravelly, teasing register. eijirou reached down, placing his large, calloused hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in. “something on your mind? or do you just like watching me work?"

“both.”

“haha! why don’t you tell me about it, yeah?”

❝ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ! ❞

۶ৎ MHA MEN : it’s getting harder to hold yourself back. it’s getting harder and harder to repress your urges & fascinations about them wc .

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ izuku midoriya , dabi , shouta aizawa , katsuki bakugo , tomura shigaraki , eijirou kirishima x f!reader ⸝⸝ suggestive ⸝⸝ established relationship for all of them ⸝⸝ body worship ⸝⸝ fingering ( shigaraki ) ⸝⸝ riding mentioned ( izuku ) ⸝⸝ cunnilingus mentioned slightly ( katsuki + shoto ) ⸝⸝ ouuu u hungry as shyyyyttt

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 : ouuu u hungry as shyyyttt 👀 this has been sitting in my drafts for days on end & i JUST came up with more ideas , #givemesomegrace. also i might’ve woken up & had an epiphany on katsuki’s part, i enjoyed writing his part a lil too much.. also i had to remove smo i got waaay too lazy >< maybe in a possible part 2 ill re-add them.. reblogs appreciated — alyssa 𑣲 | for my fellow mha enjoyers 👀 @kamislop @atelphobist @bbunsflix

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖤𝖪𝖴 ！

IZUKU MIDORIYA’s physique .. goodness. he’s the definition of “ sleeper build “. his attire when he goes to work doesn’t do him any justice, nobody would be able to detect how jacked he really was beneath that damn suit. you honestly can’t get enough of it, you’ve been dating izuku since junior high school and oh brother, he’s gotten soso big throughout the years. the renewed energy he had received from one for all, all the working out he’s been doing, building up his muscles despite reaching his peak, it’s addictive. everyday it’s getting harder and harder to repress those memories of watching him lift a few dumbbells , the extension of his arms and stretching his body, he was absolutely perfect. suppression is definitely & obviously not your forte when it comes to your boyfriend, izuku’s just so damn hot. it’s an everyday occurrence for him to workout at-least once a day, seven days a week. you bit your lip as you took a small sip from your mug, eyes running along izuku’s body. he was shirtless, of course .. counting under his breath as he pushed himself up then down again , easily doing pushups like it was nothing new to him. hell, you couldn’t even do 10.. he should be on his 78th one right now. you could feel yourself instinctively biting and licking your lips the moment he started doing pushups with one hand, switching to the other every now and then.. more heavy breaths leaving his lips as sweet glistened across his entire body, it was enough to nearly send you over the edge, oh god help you.

“y/n?” nothing. “y/n!”

you snapped out of your thoughts for a brief moment, lips curling into a slight pout as you hum, “yeah?”

izuku rose from the ground, breaths heavy and deep. “mind passing me that towel over there? thanks sweetheart.” you threw the towel over to him, your stomach pulsing at the way he caught it with one hand.. the other hand running through his slick hair, sliding the towel along his forehead, then against the nape of his neck. “whatcha’ dreaming about over there? you seem to be deep in thought.”

“just thinking.”

“just thinking? is that it?” he chuckled against the towel.

shit, the way he looked at you made it harder to suppress everything within you. your nails digging against the fabric of your shorts, watching the way his hair stuck to his face, swallowing a lump in your throat as you imagined him taking you right then and there, feeling his body against yours.. your slick heat rubbing against his toned abdomen, hands feeling his biceps.. forearms, maybe even his pectorals while his large calloused hands ran through your sides, your hips.. maybe even your a— “hey,” a voice called out. “you’re waaaay too deep in thought, bunny. this is the first time i’ve seen you so detached!” izuku chuckled, a rough hand coming to gently pat your ass which made things even worse than it already was. “come here.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖣𝖠𝖡𝖨 ！

DABI’s biceps and forearms were everything. impressive and capable of making you lose your whole head. he never told you he was hiding such beautiful things beneath that dumb dark blue coat he always wore, heck he spoke zero words. it was getting more difficult to take him seriously after knowing what was under all that clothing. as if his chest wasn’t already enough to make your urges even worse, his biceps had to add onto it. whenever he would talk to you, your eyes would avert almost immediately to either side of his biceps.. travelling downwards towards his forearms next. dabi would cross his arms when he caught you looking elsewhere aside from his face, ooh.. that made it even worse. his forearms were right in-front of you, the curve & shape of his biceps slightly seeping against the thin fabric of his coat. he slid off his coat from his body.

“shit, it’s hot in here.”

a mix between a groan & a deep sigh left his lips as his rough hands ran along his arms.. rolling his sleeves upwards, his biceps in your view. unbeknownst to you, he noticed. dabi was observant it was part of what made him who he is now and he could see exactly where your gaze kept wandering. even as you tried to maintain eye contact, your eyes kept betraying you, sliding down to the corded muscle of his arms and the way the fabric strained against his biceps. a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, one that was pure dabi, laced with that infuriatingly confident amusement.

instead of covering up, he deliberately flexed, rolling his shoulders as he moved to strip out of his own tattered clothing. the fabric fell away, revealing the full extent of his forearms, the lean, hard muscle of his torso, the silver staples glinting against his purple skin, and those biceps you couldn't stop staring at.

“hey.” snap. snap. “you gonna stare all night, or are you gonna do something about it?" his smirk deepened as he watched your blush intensify. “my eyes are up here, doll.” he murmured, though his tone suggested he didn't mind at all if you kept looking, or maybe.. if you touched him just a little bit.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣 ！

SHOUTA AIZAWA’s binding cloth was one of the most coolest phenomenons you’ve ever seen, you would wonder just how hard it truly was to learn how to use it from scratch, how your boyfriend was able to capture people with them, fight with it, oh my gosh it was something that always fascinated you no matter how much aizawa told you “it’s just binding cloth.” just binding cloth?? you thought it was the coolest thing you’ve ever come across in your whole years of living! although, sometimes it makes you think a little too much & too deeply. surely there was more he could do with it, right? ooh.. you were in dangerous territory now. you sat across him from the table, the sounds of utensils being used and the boiling hotpot on top of the table between the both of you filling the room as your eyes were locked onto his binding cloth that stayed wrapped around his neck. hm.. what else can he use that for? you would think to yourself, hand in the air with your chopsticks not even touching the food yet. you swallowed the lump in your throat as your mind wandered to places you never thought it would, you began to imagine just how easy it would be for him to restrain you with his binding cloth when you’re being stubborn, or maybe.. how easy it’d be for aizawa to use it during sex, how easily it would take for him to let it wrap around your wrists, keep you still while he takes you.

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.. you could almost feel yourself growing more aroused by the second, squeezing your legs together as if that’d suppress anything. your aching heat pulsed at the idea of aizawa using his binding cloth to restrain you during sex, shit.. even better, maybe to blindfold you. cover your eyes and let curiosity take over.. you wouldn’t know his next move, where his hand would be, how he plans to take you—

“are you going to eat or are you just gonna sit there?”

your boyfriend’s voice snapped you out of your own thoughts, blush evident in your cheeks as aizawa tilted his head. “o—oh,” you murmur quickly, “yes, mhm! sorry.”

“you okay? your face is red,” he paused. “.. i mean, really red.”

“uh huh, completely fine.”

“yeah.. alright whatever you say, princess.” strange. aizawa thought to himself, raising a brow. he shrugged, taking another bite of his rice

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖡𝖮𝖬𝖡𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖸𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ！

KATSUKI BAKUGO’s talent when it comes to the kitchen and cooking, bakugo was weirdly good at cooking.. it impressed you. someone like him also being exceptional in the kitchen too?! geez, he’s truly blessed. you had found out years before when U-A took that trip to the wild wild pussycats’ facility base for training camp, gosh.. you still remember how easy it was for him to help prep the food. believe it or not, it was one of the things you’d think about often. hell, maybe even fantasize about here and there. it was weird, it was a weird thing to fantasize about your boyfriend.. you knew it was. but hey, can you really hate a man that knows what he’s doing in the kitchen? let alone, a man that truly knew how to cook in the first place? it’s not everyday you find that, and you gave yourself a virtual pat on the back for seeing katsuki’s potential long before everyone else could. you leaned against the counter in the kitchen, taking in the sound of vegetables being chopped by katsuki. you could feel your lips instinctively curling into a smirk, your boyfriend had worn his usual home clothes.. a thin black tank top paired with black joggers. you had a great view of everything too.. his incredibly toned back visible even through the fabric as he moved carefully with precision. you bit your lip, you always wondered how it’d feel to have him eat you out over the kitchen counter. he was good.. soso good. wait, what? “since when did someone like you learn how to cook?” you spoke up suddenly, your smirk grew wider at your own tease towards him.. it almost sounded like a flirtatious banter.

katsuki didn't miss a beat. the knife hit the cutting board with a rhythmic, precise thwack thwack thwack, each slice of carrot perfectly uniform. he didn't turn around immediately, but he could feel your eyes on him. “since I learned that being a competent human being requires more than just eating shit off a plate, obviously," he grunted back, though there was no real heat behind the insult. his voice was rougher than usual, a defensive reflex against the way his pulse spiked at your proximity. "unlike some extras who probably live off takeout and regret." your boyfriend finally set the knife down and turned, wiping his hands on a towel. the black tank top clung to him, damp with a thin sheen of sweat from the stove's heat, making the defined muscles of his shoulders and chest impossible to ignore. “and wipe that stupid look off your face," he added. "you think you're real funny, don't you?"

“no katsuki, i’m being honest. you’re just..” you pause, pulling away from the kitchen counter as you moved towards him. “.. really good. i mean, real good. it makes me wonder what other things you’re good at here in the kitchen.”

“yeah?” the challenge was there in his eyes the pride and so was the aggression that defined him. he didn't pull away. instead, he closed the remaining distance, his shadow swallowing your frame as he leaned in until your noses were inches apart. “you wanna know what else I'm good at?" his free hand shot out, not to push you, but to grip the edge of the counter behind you, effectively trapping you between his body and the marble. “lemme fuckin’ show you then.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖪𝖨 ！

TOMURA SHIGARAKI’s fingers were something you fantasized about on a daily. i mean, it’s not everyday.. or honestly never, where tomura can actually touch you properly. it was dangerous and risky to even do so because of his quirk. you both found it annoying, of course. despite how rude and childish he could be, you wish he could touch you.. atleast once. whether it’s normally & affectionately, or even intimately.. you wish he could touch you like you can touch him. you really can’t help yourself from letting your mind explore. your boyfriend was quite the interesting guy, you both sat in the dimly lit room while he played league of legends on his phone.. his eyes stuck on the device as you sighed, wishing you both could atleast cuddle, or something like that. although.. you were aware that his decay would not be activated unless he had all five fingers on that specific thing. oh goodness, where we go again. you thought to yourself, your gaze traveled downwards to his fingers.. how skillful they were as you could see just how easy it was for him to maneuver around buttons, the speed of his fingers were precise and accurate every single damn time.

an image popped up in your head, imagining how easily he’d have you against his chest.. his hand on your waist.. of course, just four of his fingers holding onto you while two other fingers curled inside of you. his digits expertly pressing against your g-spot while your body shook in his hold. you winced at the thought, god you were dirty.. but can you really be blamed though? you could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your own thoughts, the urges getting even stronger as you imagined just how good he would be with his fingers. he would know what spots to hit, he would definitely know what pace will send you right above the stars. you wanted it badly. tomura and his fingers.

you swore your body moved on its own as you scooted over beside him, resting your chin against his shoulder as you kept your eyes on the way his fingers moved against his phone. fast, precise.. god you wanted it so bad. soso bad. you nearly let out a shaky moan from the desperation and need of wanting your boyfriend to shove his fingers inside of you and just make you feel real good, like you’ve never felt before. shigaraki noticed your little nudge, a little tense from the sudden contact. “something you want?” he sounded annoyed, but you knew he really wasn’t.

“you.” you murmured against his ear, pointing at his fingers as well. “those too.”

shigaraki blinked, shocked at your sudden demand. the game on his phone shut off almost immediately after you said that, ooh.. you knew you were in for a treat today.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖣𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖳 ！

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA’s strength oh yeah.. you knew he was strong. aside from his personality as a whole, his strength was something you admired more than anything. and, well.. fantasized about of course. surely enough, watching him lift heavy weights, objects, anything.. from that baseline alone, it was attractive to you. you bit your lip as you imagined exactly what else he could use that strength of his for.. maybe to hold you up against the wall? hold you while he fucks you.. or maybe something else? you were in the living room, watching him like a hawk. eijirou was running around the house, carrying heavy objects and anything that needed lifting as he was determined to organize the entire house. you could almost feel yourself going crazy from just seeing his strength alone, he and you both knew you had a weird thing for his strength. eijirou picked up a particularly heavy crate of supplies that needed organizing, flexing his arms as he maneuvered it effortlessly across the room. the way his biceps peaked and his shoulders rolled under his skin was deliberate. you asked yourself the same question, you wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. eijirou could feel your eyes on him, though clearly oblivious. even without looking directly at you, he could sense that heavy, charged gaze tracking every movement of his muscles. it confused him, really. every time he hoisted a heavy box to rearrange the bookshelf or lifted the couch to vacuum underneath, his muscles would flex almost immediately.

he caught your expression out of the corner of his eye, seeing that hunger flickering in your deep gaze. his brow would raise almost immediately, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he had no idea you loved it whenever he would show off his strength. he settled the last heavy object with a controlled thud, eijirou wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before turning toward you. the air between you both was thick, he walked over to where you sat and instead of sitting beside you, he planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, looming over you, trapping you in his space.

“hey baby,” your boyfriend stopped directly in front of your seated form, he loomed over you, casting a broad shadow that seemed to envelop your frame. his crimson eyes burned with an intensity that had nothing to do with heroism and everything to do with instinct. “you’re staring pretty hard, sweetness," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a gravelly, teasing register. eijirou reached down, placing his large, calloused hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in. “something on your mind? or do you just like watching me work?"

“both.”

“haha! why don’t you tell me about it, yeah?”

❝ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ! ❞

۶ৎ MHA MEN : it’s getting harder to hold yourself back. it’s getting harder and harder to repress your urges & fascinations about them wc .

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ izuku midoriya , dabi , shouta aizawa , katsuki bakugo , tomura shigaraki , eijirou kirishima x f!reader ⸝⸝ suggestive ⸝⸝ established relationship for all of them ⸝⸝ body worship ⸝⸝ fingering ( shigaraki ) ⸝⸝ riding mentioned ( izuku ) ⸝⸝ cunnilingus mentioned slightly ( katsuki + shoto ) ⸝⸝ ouuu u hungry as shyyyyttt

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 : ouuu u hungry as shyyyttt 👀 this has been sitting in my drafts for days on end & i JUST came up with more ideas , #givemesomegrace. also i might’ve woken up & had an epiphany on katsuki’s part, i enjoyed writing his part a lil too much.. also i had to remove smo i got waaay too lazy >< maybe in a possible part 2 ill re-add them.. reblogs appreciated — alyssa 𑣲 | for my fellow mha enjoyers 👀 @kamislop @atelphobist @bbunsflix

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖤𝖪𝖴 ！

IZUKU MIDORIYA’s physique .. goodness. he’s the definition of “ sleeper build “. his attire when he goes to work doesn’t do him any justice, nobody would be able to detect how jacked he really was beneath that damn suit. you honestly can’t get enough of it, you’ve been dating izuku since junior high school and oh brother, he’s gotten soso big throughout the years. the renewed energy he had received from one for all, all the working out he’s been doing, building up his muscles despite reaching his peak, it’s addictive. everyday it’s getting harder and harder to repress those memories of watching him lift a few dumbbells , the extension of his arms and stretching his body, he was absolutely perfect. suppression is definitely & obviously not your forte when it comes to your boyfriend, izuku’s just so damn hot. it’s an everyday occurrence for him to workout at-least once a day, seven days a week. you bit your lip as you took a small sip from your mug, eyes running along izuku’s body. he was shirtless, of course .. counting under his breath as he pushed himself up then down again , easily doing pushups like it was nothing new to him. hell, you couldn’t even do 10.. he should be on his 78th one right now. you could feel yourself instinctively biting and licking your lips the moment he started doing pushups with one hand, switching to the other every now and then.. more heavy breaths leaving his lips as sweet glistened across his entire body, it was enough to nearly send you over the edge, oh god help you.

“y/n?” nothing. “y/n!”

you snapped out of your thoughts for a brief moment, lips curling into a slight pout as you hum, “yeah?”

izuku rose from the ground, breaths heavy and deep. “mind passing me that towel over there? thanks sweetheart.” you threw the towel over to him, your stomach pulsing at the way he caught it with one hand.. the other hand running through his slick hair, sliding the towel along his forehead, then against the nape of his neck. “whatcha’ dreaming about over there? you seem to be deep in thought.”

“just thinking.”

“just thinking? is that it?” he chuckled against the towel.

shit, the way he looked at you made it harder to suppress everything within you. your nails digging against the fabric of your shorts, watching the way his hair stuck to his face, swallowing a lump in your throat as you imagined him taking you right then and there, feeling his body against yours.. your slick heat rubbing against his toned abdomen, hands feeling his biceps.. forearms, maybe even his pectorals while his large calloused hands ran through your sides, your hips.. maybe even your a— “hey,” a voice called out. “you’re waaaay too deep in thought, bunny. this is the first time i’ve seen you so detached!” izuku chuckled, a rough hand coming to gently pat your ass which made things even worse than it already was. “come here.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖣𝖠𝖡𝖨 ！

DABI’s biceps and forearms were everything. impressive and capable of making you lose your whole head. he never told you he was hiding such beautiful things beneath that dumb dark blue coat he always wore, heck he spoke zero words. it was getting more difficult to take him seriously after knowing what was under all that clothing. as if his chest wasn’t already enough to make your urges even worse, his biceps had to add onto it. whenever he would talk to you, your eyes would avert almost immediately to either side of his biceps.. travelling downwards towards his forearms next. dabi would cross his arms when he caught you looking elsewhere aside from his face, ooh.. that made it even worse. his forearms were right in-front of you, the curve & shape of his biceps slightly seeping against the thin fabric of his coat. he slid off his coat from his body.

“shit, it’s hot in here.”

a mix between a groan & a deep sigh left his lips as his rough hands ran along his arms.. rolling his sleeves upwards, his biceps in your view. unbeknownst to you, he noticed. dabi was observant it was part of what made him who he is now and he could see exactly where your gaze kept wandering. even as you tried to maintain eye contact, your eyes kept betraying you, sliding down to the corded muscle of his arms and the way the fabric strained against his biceps. a slow, predatory smirk spread across his face, one that was pure dabi, laced with that infuriatingly confident amusement.

instead of covering up, he deliberately flexed, rolling his shoulders as he moved to strip out of his own tattered clothing. the fabric fell away, revealing the full extent of his forearms, the lean, hard muscle of his torso, the silver staples glinting against his purple skin, and those biceps you couldn't stop staring at.

“hey.” snap. snap. “you gonna stare all night, or are you gonna do something about it?" his smirk deepened as he watched your blush intensify. “my eyes are up here, doll.” he murmured, though his tone suggested he didn't mind at all if you kept looking, or maybe.. if you touched him just a little bit.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣 ！

SHOUTA AIZAWA’s binding cloth was one of the most coolest phenomenons you’ve ever seen, you would wonder just how hard it truly was to learn how to use it from scratch, how your boyfriend was able to capture people with them, fight with it, oh my gosh it was something that always fascinated you no matter how much aizawa told you “it’s just binding cloth.” just binding cloth?? you thought it was the coolest thing you’ve ever come across in your whole years of living! although, sometimes it makes you think a little too much & too deeply. surely there was more he could do with it, right? ooh.. you were in dangerous territory now. you sat across him from the table, the sounds of utensils being used and the boiling hotpot on top of the table between the both of you filling the room as your eyes were locked onto his binding cloth that stayed wrapped around his neck. hm.. what else can he use that for? you would think to yourself, hand in the air with your chopsticks not even touching the food yet. you swallowed the lump in your throat as your mind wandered to places you never thought it would, you began to imagine just how easy it would be for him to restrain you with his binding cloth when you’re being stubborn, or maybe.. how easy it’d be for aizawa to use it during sex, how easily it would take for him to let it wrap around your wrists, keep you still while he takes you.

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.. you could almost feel yourself growing more aroused by the second, squeezing your legs together as if that’d suppress anything. your aching heat pulsed at the idea of aizawa using his binding cloth to restrain you during sex, shit.. even better, maybe to blindfold you. cover your eyes and let curiosity take over.. you wouldn’t know his next move, where his hand would be, how he plans to take you—

“are you going to eat or are you just gonna sit there?”

your boyfriend’s voice snapped you out of your own thoughts, blush evident in your cheeks as aizawa tilted his head. “o—oh,” you murmur quickly, “yes, mhm! sorry.”

“you okay? your face is red,” he paused. “.. i mean, really red.”

“uh huh, completely fine.”

“yeah.. alright whatever you say, princess.” strange. aizawa thought to himself, raising a brow. he shrugged, taking another bite of his rice

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖡𝖮𝖬𝖡𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖣𝖸𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ！

KATSUKI BAKUGO’s talent when it comes to the kitchen and cooking, bakugo was weirdly good at cooking.. it impressed you. someone like him also being exceptional in the kitchen too?! geez, he’s truly blessed. you had found out years before when U-A took that trip to the wild wild pussycats’ facility base for training camp, gosh.. you still remember how easy it was for him to help prep the food. believe it or not, it was one of the things you’d think about often. hell, maybe even fantasize about here and there. it was weird, it was a weird thing to fantasize about your boyfriend.. you knew it was. but hey, can you really hate a man that knows what he’s doing in the kitchen? let alone, a man that truly knew how to cook in the first place? it’s not everyday you find that, and you gave yourself a virtual pat on the back for seeing katsuki’s potential long before everyone else could. you leaned against the counter in the kitchen, taking in the sound of vegetables being chopped by katsuki. you could feel your lips instinctively curling into a smirk, your boyfriend had worn his usual home clothes.. a thin black tank top paired with black joggers. you had a great view of everything too.. his incredibly toned back visible even through the fabric as he moved carefully with precision. you bit your lip, you always wondered how it’d feel to have him eat you out over the kitchen counter. he was good.. soso good. wait, what? “since when did someone like you learn how to cook?” you spoke up suddenly, your smirk grew wider at your own tease towards him.. it almost sounded like a flirtatious banter.

katsuki didn't miss a beat. the knife hit the cutting board with a rhythmic, precise thwack thwack thwack, each slice of carrot perfectly uniform. he didn't turn around immediately, but he could feel your eyes on him. “since I learned that being a competent human being requires more than just eating shit off a plate, obviously," he grunted back, though there was no real heat behind the insult. his voice was rougher than usual, a defensive reflex against the way his pulse spiked at your proximity. "unlike some extras who probably live off takeout and regret." your boyfriend finally set the knife down and turned, wiping his hands on a towel. the black tank top clung to him, damp with a thin sheen of sweat from the stove's heat, making the defined muscles of his shoulders and chest impossible to ignore. “and wipe that stupid look off your face," he added. "you think you're real funny, don't you?"

“no katsuki, i’m being honest. you’re just..” you pause, pulling away from the kitchen counter as you moved towards him. “.. really good. i mean, real good. it makes me wonder what other things you’re good at here in the kitchen.”

“yeah?” the challenge was there in his eyes the pride and so was the aggression that defined him. he didn't pull away. instead, he closed the remaining distance, his shadow swallowing your frame as he leaned in until your noses were inches apart. “you wanna know what else I'm good at?" his free hand shot out, not to push you, but to grip the edge of the counter behind you, effectively trapping you between his body and the marble. “lemme fuckin’ show you then.”

┆𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖦𝖴𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 －𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖪𝖨 ！

TOMURA SHIGARAKI’s fingers were something you fantasized about on a daily. i mean, it’s not everyday.. or honestly never, where tomura can actually touch you properly. it was dangerous and risky to even do so because of his quirk. you both found it annoying, of course. despite how rude and childish he could be, you wish he could touch you.. atleast once. whether it’s normally & affectionately, or even intimately.. you wish he could touch you like you can touch him. you really can’t help yourself from letting your mind explore. your boyfriend was quite the interesting guy, you both sat in the dimly lit room while he played league of legends on his phone.. his eyes stuck on the device as you sighed, wishing you both could atleast cuddle, or something like that. although.. you were aware that his decay would not be activated unless he had all five fingers on that specific thing. oh goodness, where we go again. you thought to yourself, your gaze traveled downwards to his fingers.. how skillful they were as you could see just how easy it was for him to maneuver around buttons, the speed of his fingers were precise and accurate every single damn time.

an image popped up in your head, imagining how easily he’d have you against his chest.. his hand on your waist.. of course, just four of his fingers holding onto you while two other fingers curled inside of you. his digits expertly pressing against your g-spot while your body shook in his hold. you winced at the thought, god you were dirty.. but can you really be blamed though? you could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your own thoughts, the urges getting even stronger as you imagined just how good he would be with his fingers. he would know what spots to hit, he would definitely know what pace will send you right above the stars. you wanted it badly. tomura and his fingers.

you swore your body moved on its own as you scooted over beside him, resting your chin against his shoulder as you kept your eyes on the way his fingers moved against his phone. fast, precise.. god you wanted it so bad. soso bad. you nearly let out a shaky moan from the desperation and need of wanting your boyfriend to shove his fingers inside of you and just make you feel real good, like you’ve never felt before. shigaraki noticed your little nudge, a little tense from the sudden contact. “something you want?” he sounded annoyed, but you knew he really wasn’t.

“you.” you murmured against his ear, pointing at his fingers as well. “those too.”

shigaraki blinked, shocked at your sudden demand. the game on his phone shut off almost immediately after you said that, ooh.. you knew you were in for a treat today.

┆𝖯𝖱𝖮 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 －𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖣𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮 ：𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖳 ！

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA’s strength oh yeah.. you knew he was strong. aside from his personality as a whole, his strength was something you admired more than anything. and, well.. fantasized about of course. surely enough, watching him lift heavy weights, objects, anything.. from that baseline alone, it was attractive to you. you bit your lip as you imagined exactly what else he could use that strength of his for.. maybe to hold you up against the wall? hold you while he fucks you.. or maybe something else? you were in the living room, watching him like a hawk. eijirou was running around the house, carrying heavy objects and anything that needed lifting as he was determined to organize the entire house. you could almost feel yourself going crazy from just seeing his strength alone, he and you both knew you had a weird thing for his strength. eijirou picked up a particularly heavy crate of supplies that needed organizing, flexing his arms as he maneuvered it effortlessly across the room. the way his biceps peaked and his shoulders rolled under his skin was deliberate. you asked yourself the same question, you wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. eijirou could feel your eyes on him, though clearly oblivious. even without looking directly at you, he could sense that heavy, charged gaze tracking every movement of his muscles. it confused him, really. every time he hoisted a heavy box to rearrange the bookshelf or lifted the couch to vacuum underneath, his muscles would flex almost immediately.

he caught your expression out of the corner of his eye, seeing that hunger flickering in your deep gaze. his brow would raise almost immediately, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he had no idea you loved it whenever he would show off his strength. he settled the last heavy object with a controlled thud, eijirou wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before turning toward you. the air between you both was thick, he walked over to where you sat and instead of sitting beside you, he planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, looming over you, trapping you in his space.

“hey baby,” your boyfriend stopped directly in front of your seated form, he loomed over you, casting a broad shadow that seemed to envelop your frame. his crimson eyes burned with an intensity that had nothing to do with heroism and everything to do with instinct. “you’re staring pretty hard, sweetness," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a gravelly, teasing register. eijirou reached down, placing his large, calloused hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in. “something on your mind? or do you just like watching me work?"

“both.”

“haha! why don’t you tell me about it, yeah?”