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.ೀ how the MHA boys would react to a photo of you in a lingerie

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ featuring. i.midoriya, k.bakugo, s.todoroki, e.kirishima, d.kaminari

⋆˚ʚɞ ᵎᵎ this is 18+ ONLY!! AGE IN BIO!!

a/n: MY FIRST SMAU!! me and the beautiful cinna-creme have been loving smau's lately please check theirs out! Sorry i post so infrequestly.. i have liike 3 drafts rn i gotta finishhh.. BUT YEAH THATS IT!! Thanks for all the support in my shoto fic! Mean so much to me really!! I wanna remind you to put your age in your bio before following. I have been actively blocking those without any age available for me to check. Its in my rules, the top of this fic and so on. Other 18+ authors ask for this aswell. Thats all!! PLEASE ENJOY!!

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Katsuki was laid out beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded and burning as you straddled his hips. His broad chest glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles flexing every time you moved. His spiky hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his scarred hands gripped your thighs so tightly his fingers left marks.

“Fuck…” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Move, baby. Don’t just sit there.”

You rolled your hips slowly, teasing him just a little. His head pressed back into the pillow, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temples into his damp spiky hair.

“Shit— stop going so fucking slow,” he growled, but there was a desperate edge in his tone. “Ride me how you know I like it. I need it.”

You braced your hands on his chest and started bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder each time. Katsuki’s eyes were locked on you, dark and hungry, his abs flexing every time you sank down.

“Yeah… just like that,” he panted, voice strained. “Fuck, you feel so good. You know just what I like.”

His eyes trailed down your body, analyzing your lustrous skin, descending down your breasts to your narrow stomach. Your thighs were burning but you kept going, grinding down deep before lifting up again. Katsuki’s grip tightened, almost bruising.

“Faster— shit, please,” he rasped, hips jerking up desperately to meet you. “Don’t tease me right now.”

He looked wrecked in the best way. Flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, eyes half-lidded as he watched you ride him. Still in control, but clearly starving for more.

You leaned forward, hands on either side of his head, bodies pressed together, slick skin sliding against slick skin. Katsuki immediately wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close as he thrust up harder.

“Goddamn— you’re soaking me,” He groaned against your neck. “Look at the mess you’re making.”

You moaned loudly, grinding down on him in tight circles. His breath hitched. “Fuck, don’t stop,” he pleaded, voice hoarse but still demanding. “Keep fucking me just like that. Please baby, I’m so close already…”

His other hand slid down to grip your ass, spreading you as he helped guide your movements, thrusting up frantically. The desperation in his voice mixed perfectly with that cocky tone you loved.

“Yeah? You like me all needy like this?” he growled, even as his hips stuttered. “Then don’t you dare slow down. Milk me dry, baby. I need to feel you cum on it.”

Sweat was caught in his brows. His whole body was glistening, muscles tense and shining as he fucked up into you harder, chasing that high. You could feel how badly he needed it and you.

“Katsuki—” you moaned, bouncing faster.

“That’s it. Right there, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” he groaned, cutting you off sounding wrecked. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard if you keep doing that.”

You clenched around him on purpose and his eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan slipping out.

“Fuuuck— you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, voice rough. “But don’t you fucking stop. I want it. I need you to ride me till I fill you up.”

His desperation finally pushed you over. You came hard, crying out as your pussy pulsed around his thick cock, soaking him even more. Bakugou groaned loudly, arms locking around you in a tight hold as he thrust up deep and came right after you.

“Shit, take it, take all of it,” he growled, burying himself to the hilt while thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy. His body trembled underneath you, sweat pouring off him as he held you tight through both your orgasms.

You both stayed like that, panting, bodies glued together from the heat and sweat. Bakugou’s hands lazily ran up and down your back, still buried deep inside you.

“Needed that bad.” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He pressed a rough kiss to your shoulder, then smirked against your skin.

“I needed you so bad.”

i honestly gave up on izuku suit so its not the best :/

Summary: Satoru admits to you that he likes the idea of being choked, but is too embarrassed to tell any of the girls he hooks up with.

You and Satoru were friends. Just friends. Best friends actually. So how the hell did you get yourself in this situation? Oh, you know! Satoru is a chronic oversharer when it comes to you and you don't mind it; in fact, it has opened you up more. When Satoru admitted he wanted to try being choked, but was too scared to tell anyone, you offered immediately; because you're an idiot. The man that you have had a crush on since the moment he took off that stupid blindfold and revealed those crystalline blue eyes to you. The man who let you past his infinity. The one person that you trust with your deepest darkest secrets had offered you a chance to wrap your hand around his neck and how could you not jump at the opportunity?

Your hands shook at your sides as you stood in front of Satoru on the couch, legs spread, a prominent bulge in his pants that you would be sitting on momentarily; and you didn't wear shorts underneath your skirt today, only a pair of cotton white panties—which were thoroughly soaked at this point with the sight in front of you and there was no way Satoru wouldn't feel that the moment you straddled his lap.

"Hey, we don't have to do this," Satoru leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, "You seem uncomfortable, I don't want you to--"

"I'm fine," You interrupted, "Just uh," You rubbed the back of your neck, "Was a little distracted, that's all," You chuckled nervously.

Satoru smirked, that stupid lilt of his lips that made you weak in the knees.

"Do I distract you?" He tilted his head.

"Shut up, Satoru," You pushed his shoulder, making him lean back into the couch before climbing onto his lap.

You hovered for a moment before bearing your full weight onto his legs, your breath hitching the second his hard length made contact with your clothed slit. Your cheeks reddened, but thankfully, Satoru didn't mention it. You took a deep breath, balancing one hand on his chest before wrapping the other around his neck. Your fingers barely reaching halfway, but his Adam's apple bobbed underneath your palm, his breathing quickening. Instead of squeezing immediately, you lifted your other hand and pushed his blindfold up over his head. Satoru's eyes were wide, glassy, and darkness engulfing his baby blues, but he didn't say a word; waiting for what you would do next.

Ever so gently, you tightened your hold on his neck, feeling the muscles restrict underneath your hand. You squeezed just a bit harder, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your fingertips, when Satoru let out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard in your entire life. His hands flew to cover his mouth quicker than you'd ever seen him move, a deep red flushing his cheeks. His eyes widening further, quivering under your stare, you squeezed a bit more. His hips bucked up into you, another moan muffled by his hands.

"Okay okay, I think that's enough," He scrambled, removing you from his lap and standing from the couch.

Both of you stood in awkward silence, neither willing to acknowledge what was hanging in the air. You wanted to be embarrassed about the obvious wet patch you left on his pants, and you sort of were, but it was hard to be with his incredibly prominent bulge.

"It's uh, it's getting late," Satoru finally broke the silence.

"Right," You swallowed, "I should probably head home."

"I have an early mission tomorrow," He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, um, I'll see you tomorrow," Without another word, you left his place, unable to bear the mood for one more second.

The cold air raised goosebumps along your skin, cooling the fire in your veins. The moment you returned to your place, you faceplanted onto your bed. What the hell had you just done? And what sort of affect was this going to have on your friendship?

Satoru was in much the same boat. Also laying on his bed, trying to ignore his throbbing cock, feeling like he took advantage of you, but you had offered, and the way your wet pussy felt on his lap, even through clothing, he wanted more. He had so much to gain if it went well, but everything to lose if it didn't.

Sometimes I just love a good subby Satoru. Not sure if anything more will come of this, but I left it opened ended in case I get an idea.