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“you look so sexy with stubble.”

and that changes the game because now bakugou keeps it. the five o clock shadow. the light littering of a beard. sooo sexy. on your thighs, on your cheeks, when he’s giving you your breakfast in the morning.

when he’s got a photoshoot for a brand and they shave it for him. he goes to meet you after and your face drops.

“did they make you shave? did they make you? oh katsuki.” and you’re pouting before he gets a hello or a word in. your hand on his face moving side to side.

why is he still hired?

because he makes the best damn coffee in the city.

he's fast and efficient, he won't say good morning or ask you how your day was but he'll make the best vanilla latte you'll ever have.

the first time you tried this cafe you were incredibly intimidated.

you took too long to decide what you wanted, asked to see the difference between the large and regular and then changed your order halfway to oat milk just after sukuna typed it in the till.

you get on his damn last nerve and he makes it obvious. he pronounces your name wrong on purpose for collection and doesn't even smile.

the next time you return to the cafe, you come a little more prepared. you know what you want, the size and the type of milk. you say your order as fast as possible with no greetings in hopes of becoming one of his favourites.

that's until it all backfires.

"we're out of oat milk." sukuna announces with a deadpan tone.

"uhhhh..."

"hurry up we don't have all day."

"could i get a strawberry matcha latte then?"

"we're out."

"caramel?"

"finished."

"cappuccino."

"four fifty, tap your card and move over to collection."

you can feel the sweat build across your body just from the anxiety he gives you. he still pronounces your name wrong and he doesn't even look up at you when you ask where the sugars are.

it seems like you just can't win can you?

It all started from a stupid conversation with Denki, Kiri, and Sero.

“She likes what?”

“Yeah man.” Sero grabs his drink and slouches back on the couch, “She’s somehow even wetter in the morning when I do it too.”

Bakugo groaned at this discussion, he just wanted to relax for his day off at home, but the three stooges came in with snacks, drinks, and a new video game to play.

Sero started to talk about his ex he is slowly starting to get back together with and that’s when he revealed he enjoys waking her up by eating her out.

“Sometimes, she does it to me back if she’s feeling nice….It’s the world’s best alarm clock. “

“…Yeah…it is…”

“No way, you too?!”

“It was only like twice!” Kiri throws his hands up surrendering, “Mina asked about it the night before and that was right before my birthday and…well—-“

“Oh my gosh you guys ain’t shit…”

“Wh-what?” Denki laughs catching a thrown popcorn in his mouth Bakugo through at him, “You shouldn’t even be grossed out, we KNOW you and Y/N definitely wake each ither up with sex.”

“Hell yeah, you both are little nyphos—“

“WE’RE NOT?!…we don’t do that freaky shit either.”

“Really? Couldve fooled me. You should try it though, bet you’ll stop looking so pissed off all the time.”

“Everybody get out.”

———

A few days passed since that visit with his boys, and at first it didn’t cross his mind, you and Bakugo have an extremely healthy love and sex life. Very vanilla, with a few moments of extra spicy moments here and there, but for the most part no complaints on either side.

But these past couple days been a bit rough.

Not only have you both been busy, but while scrolling on twitter his little fbi buddy in his phone must have heard his conversation again, because a LIKED video by Denki popped up on his feed of a girl sucking her man’s dick while he slept, and he eventually woke up.

The video rung in his head for a while, until he imagined the scenario with you and him.

Now it’s a week later and he isn’t only horny, but he wants to know the feeling of waking up with your mouth on him.

Bakugo, has made a lot of progress from when you both started dating to now on how to communicate things to each other properly—-he has his own way of doing so, but he gets it done .

Today will be no different.

It was the night before his day off, not yours and you both had some free time earlier that evening to relax with each other, and after some convincing for you to spend the night at his place you both are chilling on his bed watching some movie.

“N/N….”

“Hm.”

Your sleepy voice almost made him flinch, he never wanted to ask you anything when you were less than sober or tired, but it wasn’t until you looked up at him from his chest his hesitation stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you sleepy?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Have you ever uh….thought about waking me up? “

“…No, but I can now. Just don’t slap me when I shake yo—“

“No, I mean.” His cheeks were getting so warm, he usually isn’t this vocal about sex unless he’s actually in the midst of it, but mama ain’t raise no pussy so—-

“Have you ever thought about waking each other up with sex—“

“oh.”

“…like my mouth on you and….”

“My mouth on you.”

Your voice was already dripping with interest, your body sitting up further with a mischievous smile, “I have actually. Especially when you wake up hard, it’s kinda hot—“

“I CAN’T CONTROL THAT.”

“That’s what’s hot about it…but is this limited to just…our mouths?”

Bakugo found this conversation already heavy with sexual tension, his eyes not leaving your lips, and awkwardly trying to adjust his sweats in his seat that you obviously noticed,

“Just…sex. Wake each other up with sex. Mouth…hands—-whatever I don’t care!”

You laugh, as many times you both have done it, he still gets shy with sex talk. It was cute. “…Just give me consent and I will do it more often than not. But on 2 conditions.”

“Whatever you want.”

“1. if you don’t want to be woken up the next morning you have to tell me, no feelings will be hurt about it and if you do don’t wear any underwear.”

“Okay….pervert. What’s the second.”

“Seriously don’t smack or hit me out of reflex if I do.”

“OBVIOUSLY I WON’T. You consent too? Conditions apply to both of us.”

“Of course.”

—————-

Despite already having sex not too long after that conversation, you still had to get up extra early for work, and since you woke up just early enough to have some free time, you decided to try out his offer.

It was easier to access his body considering he was naked from the night before….and have morning wood. You peel the blanket off his body. Bakugo’s dick twitching at the cold air as he sleeps so peacefully on his back, you spread his legs and lay on your stomach to kiss his warm thighs to test the waters, and he did twitch his eyebrows a little…but so did his dick.

You smile at his reaction, taking hold of him gently, a feeling you’re oh so familiar with, you a long strip against his shaft.

Bakugo didn’t move much, but what you did notice while licking him is that he is much more whiney when he’s sleep.

“Y-y/n…”

He sounded so needy, but you couldn’t focus on that right now considering once he wakes up you have to get dressed and head to work.

Hips bucking lightly you take half of him inside your mouth, it was already watering by the time you finishing teasing his tip. It didn’t take long until Bakugo moaned out your name again.

“Damn it—-you—-…”

“Good morning.” A loud pop comes from your lips as your stroke him to orgasm, the loud wet noises made him embarrassed, covering his eyes with his hand, but his hips following the rhythm of your hand,”Eager, huh.”

“Shut—ah!”

Seeing you put your mouth back on him, bobbing up and down was always the key to making him cum faster, even if his vision was still blurred from sleep.

You kissed his trembling body up to his panting lips, sleepy breath or not you just had to kiss him one last time.

“You were fake sleeping half way weren’t you.”

a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. he’s been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you don’t move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. it’s then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.

“get on your knees and beg for it.”

that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if you’re playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises you’re not.

“hah?” but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.

“you heard me.” you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.

you’re aware he’d do anything for you. you’re wondering if anything stretches to this.

“you’re a fuckin… you want me to…,” he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. he’s into this unsurprisingly. “fuck, baby.”

you don’t move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.

always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. “this shit you have me doin’.”

but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts… your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since they’re so tight.

he’s got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.

when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.

“lemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. i’ll do it so good, get you comin’ on my face, screamin’ for me. baby.” it’s all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.

katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.

he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.

“you’re too needy. i didn’t even answer you,” you frown, lip curled.

bakugou doesn’t know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.

“my bad, baby. you’re just so gorgeous.” he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.

but most of all he wants—, “can i eat you? promise i’ll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.”

you tilt your head at him.

“please, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckin’ existence.” he’s too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.

you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. he’s like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.

“you like that, don’t you?” the rasp in his voice mixed with the way he grinds his hips down slowly, cock stretching you out perfectly, causes your eyelids to flutter closed and your nails to sink into the skin of his hip with each thrust. “like feelin’ how deep i am, honey?” teeth nip at your ear, one of his hands pressed down on your back, keeping you pinned down on the bed while the other rests beside your head. “yeah, you do, just look at you.”

you try to reply but with how his hand presses down on your lower back again, your eyes roll back and your lips part with a choked moan at the deep stretch of his cock pressing deeper into your cunt, walls fluttering around him. “that’s it, let me in, honey.” he cooes into the shell of your ear.

beyond the room, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing outside the sliding doors, a subtle reminder of the vacation you both took together for some warranted down time, but your mind isn’t focused on that, it’s focused on the feeling of his slow thrusting, focused on the sound of his breathless panting. the world outside doesn’t exist. not when he’s with you.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he groans deeply, palms of his hands landing on the globes of your ass, and his eyes; hooded and lustful, watch the bounce of flesh. “so pretty like this.”

the fabric of the pillows muffle your moans, muffles the choked whines each time his hand lands on your ass, squeezing and rubbing to ease sting away gently. your body begins to jolt, moving higher up the bed each time he pulls out so the tip remains, just to sink back into you a little harder. the sounds of skin slapping together echoes the room loudly.

“so deep,” your words are slurred and breathless, eyes half open. “you’re so deep, honey, can’t, oh fuck,” the hand you had on his hip flies off and grips the sheet tightly beneath you, eyes rolling back a second time when both his hands are dripping your hips, practically dragging you back and forth onto his cock.

you’re pretty sure you’ve got drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth and onto the silk sheets below, but you don’t seem to care, he sure as hell doesn’t. the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, and it causes you to squirm underneath him but his hands stay clamped around your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.

“nuh uh, stay here, baby, just stay right here. yeah, that’s it, good girl.” his praise goes straight to your cunt and your walls clamp around him tightly. “takin’ it so good,” he’s sitting back just enough to look at the way you’re both connected, the sight of the thick creamy white ring around the base of his cock causes him to growl. a growl that emits from deep in his chest. he huffs out a breath through his nose, and keeping his thrusts hard enough to have you whining and moaning, but then switches them to a slow grind of his hips to have you begging all over again. 

the second he’s lowering himself over you, the angle causes him to sink even deeper if that’s possible; he moves from your hips, and forms his hands into fists and presses themdown onto the mattress on each side of your hips instead and one of your hands grab onto the hard muscle of his arm, nails sinking into the skin once his thrusts get harder, driving into you with vigor. “i love you,” he groans, sweat forming on the hairline of his face and then down his temple, eyes flickering between where his cock slides in and out of your cunt and then at the way your muscles in your back tense. “love you so much.”

you’re rendered speechless, hair sticking to your face, tears streak down your face at the pure feeling of him fucking you so deep and good into the mattress that any thoughts you did have are now gone. you bury your face deeper into the pillows when he’s suddenly moving his arm, not the one you’re still holding and slides his hand down your stomach before his fingers find your throbbing clit, that you scream into the pillow, his long digits rubbing slow but constant figure eights on the sensitive nub in tune with each of his thrusts. “ohmygod! don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you finally manage to cry out.

he grins smugly, and shakes his head despite you not being able to see him. “never, honey, never gonna stop.” he promises.

your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, no prior warning and your walls tighten around his cock again, his breatch hitches at the feeling and clenches his jaw tightly and you can tell he isn’t far behind with how his movements get slower and sloppier above you, groaning and moaning breathlessly; the sweat from his forehead and chest drop onto your back but he doesn’t stop, his fingers against your clit don’t stop either.

“gonna cum, baby,” his voice is wrecked, raspy and low. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasped out, your body still coming from the high of your own orgasm; you’re pretty sure he might even pull another one from you if he keeps it up. “want it inside, please, need it inside.”

all it takes is a few more deep thrusts, and his entire body locks and tenses before he’s spilling deep inside you. “wait, baby, don’t do that,” he chokes out weakly when your cunt flutters around him, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth. “christ,” his cock twitches inside you, and when you hum contently at the feeling of him filling you up just like you always ask for he laughs hoarsly. “you’re greedy,” he murmurs, carefully lowering himself to press his chest against your back. his body was warm despite being sweaty. “and beautiful.” 

once he’s close enough he presses his face into your neck from behind, you turn your head as best you can, even if the angle is awkward, and press a kiss to his temple; you hope it’s his temple; your eyes are still hooded and glazed. “love you, honey. stay like this with me for a while.”

the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.

“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”

true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”

neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.

his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.

sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.

your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!

his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”

“no, she isn’t.”

“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.

“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”

his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”

your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.

“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”

by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.

sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.

He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this — warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable — makes him throb.

He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You’re already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.

When he’s nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while you’re sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.

“Fuck, baby… so greedy even when you’re sleeping,” he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.

Your body reacts on instinct — pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, hips snapping faster. “Taking me so well even when you’re out cold.”

When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.

Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.

To the world Izuku Midoriya was an angel, the golden boy. Behind closed doors, he is an absolate degenerate for you.

He's been obsessed with you since middle school and has notebooks filled with notes on your quirk, notes on how he wanted to fuck you, and lewd drawings/sketches of you.

He tracks your period cycle religiously, not just for aftercare, but because he knows exactly when you're ovulating and he gets extra horny and possessive during those days. He'll randomly grind on you and whisper, "you’re fertile right now, aren't you? I can smell it on you.”

When you’re sleeping, he’ll wake up just to stare at you He's been caught multiple times slowly rubbing his cock against your ass or thighs while you’re dead asleep, whispering filthy things like “Just the tip baby. I’ll be quick” and trying to softly wake you, just to get his dick wet.

He steals your used panties constantly. He has a hidden box with your worn thongs, especially the ones from after training or after you've been wet for him, He'll press them to his face and jerk off when your not home, sometimes aiming directly into the crotch before putting them back in the laundry basket.

He's obsessed with making you choke on his dick. He loves holding your head down and keeping you there until your throat bulges and tears stream down your face. “That's my stupid girl, choke on this cock” while trying to thrust, even though he's as deep as he can go.

He's extremely into dumbification. He calls you his “dumb little wife,” “stupid girl,” and “brainless” while fucking you senseless, especially when you're cockdrunk and can't form sentences.

Genninely very into lactation. Sucked on your breasts often during or after pregnancy to “Prevent mastitis.” Really just got rock hard while drinking your milk and he's really ashamed about it, but forgets when he latches onto your nipple.

He loves cockwarming. Hell fall asleep inside you or make you sit on his cock while you two watch movies, refusing to let you move. If you try, he'll whine and hold you down.

He has no sense of personal space. Even before you two were dating, he’d constantly hug you from the side, or behind, press his face into your neck or “accidentally” grope your chest if you two fell asleep together.

He loves risky public stuff. He'll finger you under the table at restaurants, make you wear vibrating panties while you two are out with friends, or pull you into alleyways for quickies after patrols.

He has a secret folder on his phone of videos and photos of you two fucking, He watches them when he's away on missions and jerks off while moaning your name.

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001 𓂃 frat!kuna likes to fluster his tutor ! ❤︎

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004 𓂃 frat!kuna is a reward based learner ✦

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the light turns green and he goes off and you try to forget as you arrive at the gas station. youre pumping gas and you hear this loudass rev behind you and wouldnt you know bike guy pulls up directly behind you and youre mortified. he starts pumping gass too and youre like half shrinking away, half trying to steal glances. you see him catch your glance AGAIN and you actually want to die now. but you hear footsteps near you and look and bike guy is walking towards you now.

He comes super close and just says "yk a picture lasta longer right" with this deep chuckle and your knees are buckling. You just laugh nervously in response. He looks kinda mean, but in an attractive way?? Plus the black wifebeater gray sweatpants combo?? Done deal for you, exactly your type.

one thing about megumi fushiguro was that he never made a big deal out of things.

his birthday, an achievement, or even his relationship with you.

he hadn’t posted your relationship, doesn’t hint at it, and you guys had never been big on pda, so it made sense that no one knew about your relationship.

not yuji. not nobara. no even gojo, which had been a miracle in of itself.

you guys did have your moments though.

sometimes his hand would catch yours under the table, or he’d mouth a silent “you okay?” from across the room if he ever noticed something off with your energy, quietly checking in, always there.

it was easy to hide something when it was built on silence.

—

“i’m starving” yuji groans, practically dragging his feet as the four of you walk down the street.

“you’re always starving”, nobara snaps back, though she already scanning for places to eat herself, stomach growling.

you quietly walk beside megumi, listening to the usual bickering between yuji and nobara you had grown to get used to over the years.

your hands occasionally brush his, sending a spark of electricity through your body, which you try to nonchalantly hide as you guys keep walking.

“there”, you point, nodding toward a cute, small cafe on the corner, “it’s not too crowded”.

yujis head perks up instantly, “perfect!”

you all walk inside, the small ding of the door bell following behind.

—

you're all standing at the counter now, deciding on what to order, when yuji starts loudly debating between 2 food items he definitely doesn’t need.

“just pick one,” nobara sighs annoyed.

“but what if i want both-“

you laugh under your breath, turning slightly towards megumi, “he’s going to hold up the line for at LEAST 10 minutes, i feel bad for the people behind us.”

megumi exhales through his nose, the faintest hint of amusement.

and then, without really thinking, completely forgetting the public setting he’s in, he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist for a second.

“just get what you always get,” he mutters, low and absentminded. “i’ll finish it if you don’t.”

silence.

like everything stopped all at once.

megumi immediately realized what he had said, a wave of red washing over his otherwise pale face.

you freeze.

megumi freezes.

yujis chokes on literal air.

nobaras head snaps back towards you so fast it’s almost scary.

your heart is beating so fast you swear it’s about to pop out of your chest.

“…since when,” she says slowly, “do you share food.”

megumi blinks once, at a complete and utter loss for words.

yuji looks between you both, brain clearly trying to catch up. “wait… hold on—”

and then it clicks.

“WAIT.”

nobara points. “no. no way.”

“it’s not—”

“you two are dating,” she cuts in, dead serious.

silence.

megumi sighs.

and that’s basically the confirmation.

yuji absolutely loses it.

he gasps like he’s just uncovered the biggest secret in the world. “YOU GUYS ARE DATING?!”

“i- yeah.” you admit quietly. you close your eyes for a half a second, already feeling the heat rush to your face.

“HOW LONG?!” nobara demands instantly.

you gulp.

“a… few months.”

“A FEW?” she actually looks offended. “A FEW MONTHS???”

yuji is pacing back and forth now. pacing. “no no no no, that’s insane. that’s actually insane. i would have noticed. i notice things.”

“you don’t notice anything,” nobara shoots back, rolling her eyes. “how come you guys never told us?”

megumi, beside you, is very still.

then he signs, running a hand through his hair.

“it just didn’t seem like a big deal” he shrugs.

“NOT A BIG DEAL??” they say in unison.

you can’t help but giggle despite everything.

megumi glances at you, just briefly. there’s a slight hint of embarrassment there, but also something a little softer.

“we just didn’t feel the need to tell anyone” he adds.

nobara cross her arms like a moody toddler, “you mean you hid it”

“we didn’t hide it,” you say, trying to defend it a little. “we just didn’t announce it.”

yuji points between you two. “you guys hold hands under the table, don’t you.”

you hesitate.

“i mean…sometimes.”

“OH MY GOD.”

nobara drags a hand down her face. “i cannot believe this. i literally hang out with you every day.”

“we’re not that obvious,” you mutter.

she gives you a look. “apparently not.”

there a small pause, the air slightly thick with tension.

and then-

yuji grins.

his big, signature yuji grin.

wait,” he says, leaning in a little, looking WAY too excited. “does this mean i get to ask embarrassing questions now?”

“no,” megumi says immediately, hitting him in the back of the head

“HEY THAT HURT!” yuji whines, soothing the spot with his hand.

you and nobara burst out laughing, yuji still complaining as he rubs the back of his head.

and in that moment you realize,

being with megumi was never something you were meant to keep to yourself.

“hghh… oh god. oh god…” you whimper as sukuna laps at your pussy with hungry devotion, like it’s the last thing left in the world. more essential than his thirst for blood; more essential, even, than the empire he had built with his own hands.

“feels good, brat? grinding yourself against my face like a little whore. i know those other orgasms still weren’t enough for your needy cunt,” he growls.

“yes, ’kuna, please. give me more… i need more.” you moan, drunk on his tongue already imagining it was sukuna’s cock instead.

then he pulls away, lifting his head from between your thighs. for a split second, you whine at the loss, but he makes up for it immediately, his long fingers spreading you open before circling your clit in slow, almost painfully deliberate motions that reach straight into your core.

❤︎ᰯ mean dom¡ teacher izuku midoriya x fem¡sub reader.

۪۟ ˖͢🗯 ⃟ cw/tw : mdni. smut. cunnilingus 👅, dirty talking, use of the word clit. degradation if u squint + praise, fingering. not proofread

synopsis : teacher izuku loves to mutter things he sees while he is eating you out, after all he has always been a observant guy ;)

Teacher izuku midoriya who mutters random things your body does while he is eating you out, he is so attentive, so attentive that it scares you sometimes.

he learnt exactly when you squeeze his head between your thighs harder. when you shudder and writhe under him, exactly when it gets so overwhelming for you that you try to push him off and squirm away from his mouth.

“Princess do you know you roll your eyes when i flatten my tongue against your clit”

“izuku s-stop saying embarrassi– fuck”

“sorry mm..yes pretty?” he is back lapping at your cunt like a starved man before you can respond and he knows you cannot form a coherent word right now.

his curls are sticking to his forehead and his shoulder shake a little but his eyes stay fixed on you, studying you like a difficult hero work.

Izuku chuckled against your slick folds when he sees you squeezing you eyes shut, ahh– he is so familiar with you. he is having so much fun.

he continued to lick and suck at your clit, the vibrations of his laughter sending delicious shivers through you. “you're so responsive, princess. I love watching you fall apart for me”

He slid two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit as he pumped his rough fingers in and out. sometimes you feel like your walls could feel the callouses of his hand inside you. like they remember every patch of rough skin.

Izuku groaned in approval when he felt your thigh pressing against his head. he buried his face again between your thighs, inhaling you the way your wetness smelt.

“God, you smell amazing– can't get enough of this sweet cunt.”

He removed his finger, pausing before he licked a slow stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.

“Your little clit is so swollen and hard for me. It's like it's begging for my tongue”

you whimper at his words, he is so evil— who would think the sweet and upright teacher is so vile in bed. And he knows it, he knows how his words gets you. He is a menace after all, he smirks every time you shudder at his filthy words. knowing exactly how to push your buttons. He loved reducing you to a quivering mess with just his mouth and fingers.

“it throbs whenever i leave it unattended like this” izuku removes his tongue from your bud, instead he uses two of his fingers to spread your folds and observe it under his eyes.

ah, there it was– another throb. god, he is trying to hide a smile, trying to maintain the sweet image. but you both know how much he loves to mess around with you like this.

you whine, trying to thrash your leg against him. “izuku– stop being mean– need you tongue please”

“Mmm... I love it when you whine for me like that, nothing in your pretty little head– just all desperate” he mocks in condescending tone, he pushes back two of his fingers inside as your body jolts up.

and he really loves you, dont you get it? or why else would he lick up and down your folds again, why else would he suck on your little clit again.

“Such a good girl taking my tongue so well.”

He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that special spot as he sucked hard on your clit.

“bet no one else has ever made this pretty cunt feel this good– Only me right baby”

teacher izuku is a mean mean guy who uses his attentiveness against you.