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hi lovely ty for the req! this is kinda short but i liked writing it :) nsfw below

your infant daughter down after hours of screaming and squealing and sobbing, a meager dinner ate, and an everything shower done, you felt like the most productive woman in the world. clad in your bathrobe, smelling like your body wash and vanilla lotion, you strolled into the bedroom, expecting to do your thing at your vanity before kissing your husband goodnight so he could read. between work and having nighttime duty, you thought shota would be dying to get some downtime and rest.

and he was, but not the the way you thought.

the bedroom is thick with heat and the low sounds of breath and skin. choso’s already flushed and trembling underneath you, wrists loosely pinned by your hands at first before you let them go, trusting him even as you slide the blindfold over his eyes. soft black fabric, snug enough to steal every bit of sight. his head tips back against the pillows for a second, lips parted, chest rising fast.

you sink down onto him slowly, taking every thick inch until your hips meet his. he’s so sensitive already, cock twitching hard inside you from the overstimulation of the last round.

a broken little groan slips out of him the second you’re fully seated, deep and raw.

“wait— fuck, baby—” his voice cracks as you start to move, rolling your hips in steady, unrelenting circles. the blindfold makes everything sharper for him. every drag of your walls, every shift of weight, every wet sound of you riding him hits harder. his hands fly up instinctively, palms pressing against your thighs like he needs to push you off, fingers digging in but not quite shoving.

you keep riding him anyway, thighs burning as you lift and drop, grinding down deep on every stroke. choso’s head bows forward intensely, shoulders curling in like his whole body is trying to fold around the overwhelming pleasure. the blindfold shifts slightly with the motion, damp from sweat already. his jaw goes completely slack, mouth hanging open, tongue just barely visible as heavy pants turn into whimpers.

“too much— i can’t— please—” he gasps, voice hoarse, but his hips buck up to meet you anyway, betraying him. one hand pushes weakly at your waist, trying to create space, trying to breathe, while the other fists the sheets so tight his knuckles pale.

you don’t stop. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, feeling his heart hammering under your palm, and ride him faster, tighter, letting your clit drag against his pelvis with every roll.

choso’s whole body jerks. a strangled moan rips out of him, jaw still slack, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as his head lolls forward even more. he’s bowing toward you now, forehead almost touching your chest, blindfolded face twisted in that perfect mix of too much and not enough. his abs clench hard under you, thighs shaking uncontrollably beneath your ass.

you keep grinding down, clenching around him on purpose, milking every oversensitive inch. his pushes get weaker, more like desperate grabs, fingers sliding over your skin, gripping then releasing like he can’t decide if he wants you closer or off him. “gonna— fuck, i’m gonna cum again— baby, slow down, i—”

but you don’t.

you ride him through it, watching the way his slack jaw trembles, the way his blindfolded eyes squeeze shut tighter under the fabric, tears soaking the edge. his cock pulses hot and thick inside you, another load spilling deep as his body convulses, hips stuttering up helplessly.

he bows forward so intensely his face buries between your breasts, muffled sobs and whimpers vibrating against your skin while you keep moving, slow and deep now, dragging out every last twitch and aftershock.

his hands are still on you, pushing and pulling at the same time, completely lost in the overwhelming heat of being ridden blind and raw.

It’s finally here! my first kinktober posting on tumblr!! soso excited to write these shorts and oneshots for you all °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this is the list- at the start of November, I’ll open requests to extend these oneshots into fully fledged fics!

NOTE: due to some of the links just.. never working (and the tag for my kinktober not working either) I lowkey give up and I can only advise you to scroll through my profile, I’m sorry!!!

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day 1-joint overstimulation | Keigo Takami

day 2-dacryphillia | Dabi

day 3-mutual masturbation | Hanta Sero

day 4-finger sucking | Shoto Todoroki

day 5-omegaverse | Katsuki Bakugo

day 6-dumbification | Hitoshi Shinso

day 7-marking | Dabi

day 8-accidental vouyerism | Shouta Aizawa

day 9-teacher x student (roleplay) | Tenya Iida

day 10-blowjobs | Atsuhiro Sako

day 11-handcuffs | Denki Kaminari

day 12-service top | Toshinori Yagi

day 13-power bottom | Katsuki Bakugo

day 14-choking | Tomura Shigaraki

day 15-sex pollen | Naomasa Tsukauchi

day 16-creampie | Tamaki Amajiki

day 17-messy sex | Denki Kaminari

day 18-mirror sex | Keigo Takami

day 19-underwear gags | Tamaki Amajiki

day 20-biting | Eijiro Kirishima

day 21-praise | Izuku Midoriya

day 22-degradation | Neito Monoma

day 23-lingerie | Shoto Todoroki

day 24-hair pulling | Hizashi Yamada

day 25-spit | Hitoshi Shinso

day 26-spanking | Shouta Aizawa

day 27-breeding | Tomura Shigaraki

day 28-hot tub sex | Tenya Iida

day 29-wall sex | Eijiro Kirishima

day 30- claustrophilia | Izuku Midoriya

day 31-threesome | Dabi + Keigo Takami

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tag requests are now closed- due to the amount of people who wanted to be tagged, I randomly chose 50 people as to not be unfair and keep within tumblr’s limit; if you didn’t make it on, im sorry!!

"c'mere baby.." eijirou mumbling against your lips while pulling you into his lap, your thighs settling on the sides of his hips as he cups a hand under your thigh, the other behind your head pushing your lips together

tugging on his hair and tilting his head back to get access to his already semi-bitten neck, kissing and sucking down to his collarbone as he groans into your ear, pushing your hips down while doing so

as you reach the end of his shoulder you pull away to look at his flushed face, "you okay?" half giggling as you tuck his hair behind his ear while he whines from the lack of contact

looking at you with half-lidded eyes he glances down at your lips coated with a layer of his spit as he runs his hands up and down your back under your shirt, stopping periodically to knead at your hips

"why are you stopping gorgeous.. what's wrong" slurring his speech while moving his head up to reach your lips before you cup his face and go in to kiss him, sighing at the contact before pausing slightly to adjust yourself against him

huffing against his lips, you keep moving around to find a better spot to rest again, "ei turn your quirk off, it's distracting" pulling back to look at his shameless face "that's not my quirk baby" he says while grinning against your pulse point, sniffing your scent

"what are you talki-.." before realizing and pushing him back to look between your bodies, "oh" looking at the hard bulge pushed against your own clothed area that's already leaking through his boxers

"c'mere baby.." eijirou mumbling against your lips while pulling you into his lap, your thighs settling on the sides of his hips as he cups a hand under your thigh, the other behind your head pushing your lips together

tugging on his hair and tilting his head back to get access to his already semi-bitten neck, kissing and sucking down to his collarbone as he groans into your ear, pushing your hips down while doing so

as you reach the end of his shoulder you pull away to look at his flushed face, "you okay?" half giggling as you tuck his hair behind his ear while he whines from the lack of contact

looking at you with half-lidded eyes he glances down at your lips coated with a layer of his spit as he runs his hands up and down your back under your shirt, stopping periodically to knead at your hips

"why are you stopping gorgeous.. what's wrong" slurring his speech while moving his head up to reach your lips before you cup his face and go in to kiss him, sighing at the contact before pausing slightly to adjust yourself against him

huffing against his lips, you keep moving around to find a better spot to rest again, "ei turn your quirk off, it's distracting" pulling back to look at his shameless face "that's not my quirk baby" he says while grinning against your pulse point, sniffing your scent

"what are you talki-.." before realizing and pushing him back to look between your bodies, "oh" looking at the hard bulge pushed against your own clothed area that's already leaking through his boxers

your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, hips jerking desperately against his mouth as you ride his face. his hands are sliding up and down your sides and all over your front to tweak and pull your nipples. his red hair is flared out on the bed as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“ngh fuck kiri!” you circle your hips.

he groans and licks down to your pussy and shoves his tongue in. your toes curl and you squeal, shaking your hips on his tongue, rubbing your clit right against his nose.

he slurps at you like you’re water and he’s dehydrated, shaking his head, hands sliding down and spanking you softly to spur you into riding him harder, faster. when you cum he holds your hips down and fucks his tongue into you, sucking out all of your juices you have to offer.

“kiri! kiri i- hah! lemme-”

“what do you want pretty girl?” he mumbles into your heat.

“wanna ride you.” you try to lift up.

“you are.” he leans up and licks a stripe up your center.

“no! i wanna ride you!” you reach down and yank his hair.

he chuckles, letting you up and you’re quick to shove his shorts down and grind yourself agaisnt his cock. he groans when you eagerly line him up, fingers digging into your hips as you start to sink down. you toss your head back, moan tearing from your lips as he stretches you open.

“easy baby.” he slows your movements. “not too fast.”

“please. kiri please.” you shimmy down another inch.

he lets you slide down another inch, grinning at the breathy whines spilling from your mouth. he holds your hips and guides you down, cooing at you as you take him fully. you take a minute to adjust before you start wildly humping against him, grabbing onto his hands that are gripping your waist.

“shit baby, slow down.” he pants, hips canting up to meet yours.

your pleasure is already tight in your lower belly, the burn in your thighs means nothing from the way kirishima rolls his eyes back with each sticky smack. he doesn’t care that he’s close he know when you burst around him he’ll fill you a second later shamelessly.

“fuck baby. take what you need.” he moans, blinking up at you with heavy eyes.

your pussy hugs him, coaxes more pre to slobber against your velvet walls. wet squelch’s and broken moans bounce off the bedroom walls as you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails in as you cum around him. he whines, cock twitching before he coats your walls with his cum.

“wanna- agh! wanna go again.” you collapse on his chest.

he rolls the two of you over and slowly starts to rock his hips into yours again.

Synopsis: Your son looks just like Rin // fluff, suggestive at the end

“What is that.”

“Sae, it’s your son,” you sigh, lying in the Hospital bed, completely exhausted of a night of giving birth.

“Why does he look like that.”

“I don’t know, what does he look like?” you’re currently so tired that you haven’t opened your eyes in hours, just weakly replying to Sae’s dumb questions. You saw your son after the birth briefly, but didn’t really see much of him due to him being cuddled in towels and having his eyes closed.

So what the hell does he mean?

“He looks…he looks exactly like Rin.”

You open your eyes slowly, “Really? That’s a surprise.”

Your eyes begin to focus slowly and get used to the bright light of the Hospital Bed, now being able to see your son in Sae’s arms.

He’s tiny.

A little bundle of…anger?

He looks extremely unsatisfied with the entire situation he’s in.

You crack a little smile. “Do you think he looks like Rinnie because he’s angry?”

“I told you to not call him that. And no,” with a sigh, Sae pulls the blankets away from your son’s body, revealing green hair, “Look. It’s green.”

You blink a couple times and then shrug. “I mean…your Father and your Brother both have green hair. It’s no surprise.”

“It shouldn’t work like that. My child is supposed to look like me, isn’t he?”

“What? You’re seriously angry about that? You’re completely ridiculous. Rinnie is your Brother, be happy your son is like him.”

“Don’t you dare say that. Just because he looks like him, doesn’t have to mean he’ll be like him,” Sae shivers at the thought of Teenage Rin in flow state.

You grin, “I actually hope he is exactly like Rinnie. I love his grumpy attitude and he’s just so adorable in general. He’s such a sweetheart.”

“Whatever floats your boat, Itoshi.”

You gasp and giggle, “Itoshi Sae’s first try at humour?? Will this affect the Aldi opening hours??”

“Just shut up.”

You giggle even louder, which wakes your baby up. He immediately begins to scream and cry, his little hands grasping for you.

“We’ll have to try for another one in time. One that isn’t loud and looks like me.”

“No the fuck we’re not. You know how much blood is coming out of me right this second?”

“This happened to you every month a while ago. Don’t be dramatic.”

“That’s it, I’m divorcing you.” You stare at him in complete seriousness.

Sae smiles softly and gives you the baby, “Love you too.”

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

n: If I had to have a baby with the worst Itoshi, I’d want it at least to look like the best // also, Sae is like mid 20s in this :o

Riding him good

you said you didn't want to take your cute panty off

he's been dying to do this

car fun after a fun date

he's obsessed watching it

stuck in his apartment because of heavy rain, what more fun way to kill some time?

he'll do the working just stay there cutely

pussy slaps

pussy slaps 2

they're more adorable in red

if you're not whimpering then what's the point?

bending you over

you admitted you like his hands when they're working in between you

teasing him in that short gets you this

it was just a joke but now he's toying with you as ghost face

you want your fishnet stockings on while doing it? how lewd

wdym you're insecure about them? he cant even keep his hands off of them

after work routine

sukuna, satoru, geto, nanami, caleb, sylus, kakashi, Aizawa, shigaraki, madara, xavier, choso, zayne, erwin, levi, mydei, phainon, anaxa, sephiroth, cloud strife, gilgamesh, zhongli, childe, kaeya, diluc, sanemi, giyu, toji, gallagher, william james moriarty, L Lawliete, Manato, flins, varka, atsuhiro sako, naraku, natsuki seba, orv men, gepard, alhaitham, sung jinwoo, danheng, qiuyuan, hugo vlad, sinbad, alucard, chrollo, tengen, ushijima AND your favorite

thinking about cockwarming aizawa as he grades papers. it’s late at night and he looks extra handsome in the dimly lit room, hair tied up, his face serious, jaw tight. he props you onto his lap and has you facing him while he slides his cock into you and tells you to keep still and be a good girl for him - and you can definitely feel him relax the second he’s inside you. he’s so big that you swear you can feel him in your guts, and it’s sooo hard to resist the urge to move your hips and fuck yourself on his cock. still, shouta swears that he’ll fuck you later if you behave (and you know he will even if you don’t), so you keep quiet and cuddle up against him, your cheek squished against his shoulder as you lean your head on it. he’s got a pen in one hand, the other coming to caress your back, his calloused fingers so deliciously soft against you - as if he’s afraid he’ll break you.

it drives you crazy.

then, an idea pops up into your mind. you grab his arm, guiding the same hand that was cradling you to your lips. he pretends to pay no mind to it, but even the slightest of your movements doesn’t go unnoticed. you eye him for a couple of seconds, trying to study him. he isn’t looking at you, but his index and middle fingers are grazing your lips, almost like a reflex. amused, you open your mouth, sliding his digits inside all the way down to your throat as you suck on them.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

his gaze immediately shifts to you, and when you two lock eyes and he sees you looking at him like that, doe-eyed and seemingly innocent as you stare at him through your pretty lashes, he can’t help but give up. he doesn’t show it immediately, but you know you won the second you feel his cock twitch inside you - he’s done for.

well, actually, you’re the one who’s done for.

since you like to use your mouth so much, he might as well just give you something to keep it busy. two minutes later you’re on your knees under his desk, choking on his cock as he fucks your throat, his big hand bobbing your head up and down his length, soft tears clinging to your lashes, mascara smudging. you look so soft and sweet, the most beautiful sight ever, his angel. the way you sound, the way a mix of drool and his pre drips down your mouth, how obscenely filthy and ruined you look right now, all because of him - it’s perfect. you’re perfect. what’d he think about not wanting to break you?

oh, well.

and shouta knows that he should play nicer with his beloved, darling girl. but since you like to act like that, he might as well be as rough as he wants. right?

he knows you love it, anyway.

wall sex | Eijiro Kirishima

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Kirishima is strong- everybody knows that, from his classmates to the people at the agency to the online fangirls who post videos drooling over his biceps. And he likes that, likes the fact everybody can see he’s strong- and the fact he’s stronger than you.

Not that you aren’t strong in your own right, you’re hardly frail, but when your boyfriends biceps are practically the size of your head-with gloriously washboard abs to match- how can you not want him to express it? It’s not to patronise you or make you feel weak in comparison, he just loves the idea of keeping you safe. It’s a primal instinct to protect, he supposes.

Much like he’s doing right now, as he keens into your neck as he holds you up against the wall of your back garden. Early evening sun beams down on you both, and the smell of sundried tomatoes wafts over from your neighbour’s kitchen.

“You can- can put me down now, Kiri!” You know he’s strong enough and more than capable, but you’re worried the amount of writhing you’re doing on his thick cock is going to end in a fall onto the patio below.

“S’ fine, babe, I’ve got you!” He grins toothily, biceps flexing as his hands grip at the plush skin of your thighs. Briefly, one moves to grab at your ass before he moves it back. “Always got you…” he mutters, “wouldn’t be manly if I didn’t, right babe?”

You smile, gasping everytime he hits so deep inside you, before shakily raising a hand from his broad shoulder to cup the side of his face. “Yeah, I know you do… always so manly for me, aren’t you?”

You giggle, but to Kirishima it’s probably the hottest thing you could’ve said; it has him sinking his fingers deeper into your thighs and using the handfuls as leverage to bounce you harder up and down on his cock as your back rubs at the bricks through your shirt.

The slick puddling out of your pussy creates the most embarrassing sounds, and you have half a mind to be conscious about it but Kiri just doesn’t care; he lives for the fact he’s strong enough to support you with just his arms, hands- he thinks whatever he’s had to go through to get to this point pales in comparison to the rewards.

He thinks you look perfect, all his in his big caring arms; he feels perfect, too, like this is all he was ever supposed to be, supposed to give to you. He loves you so much it physically pains him, a sharp bolt of joy shooting right through his sensitive heart and straight to his cock when he kisses you against the wall.

“Oh my god, Kiri- sooo close!” Squealing, you squirm in his tight grip and he swears there’s tears heading in his sensitive waterline as he kisses down your jaw with pure love.

“Yeah? Please, need to see it so bad baby, need to see you let go while I keep you safe-“ he’s babbling, voice cracking. It’s so hot, so him it throws you over the edge with a soft cry. It’s perfect, all clinging to him while he cums alongside you, angry red tip painting your walls slick with ropes upon ropes of white.

You laugh softly into his shoulder, thank him, start kissing across his shoulders. It makes him ache, feel so warm inside he wants to double over and clutch at his chest with tears beading in his eyes. He just feels so manly.

He’s absolutely going to marry you, he thinks.

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a/n: oh my GODDDDDD I love writing fluffy Kiri smut so much AND guess who has MULTIPLEEEE JJK smut (with actual extended plot!!) fic ideas in her notes?? ME!!! I hope you’re all excited for the level of depravity I’m going to release on you all in November

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spanking | Shouta Aizawa

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“Did you think I’d find that funny?” He glares down at your ass with lazy eyes, half hazed behind his fringe.

“Don’t know what you- oh!- mean, Shouta.”

You do, in fact, know what he means- you’d started palming his cock under the table at the restaurant, and now you supposed you were paying the price. Although, having Shouta Aizawa spank you until your ass felt like bleeding is an experience you’d go through again and again until you were broke.

His hand, large and slightly calloused, hits your skin and grabs at the flesh. He grins in that carved-pumpkin way you laugh at him for; but you can’t see his face now, not when you’re bent over his lap.

You aren’t even in the bedroom, you’re lying across his lap while he reclines on the sofa. The lamp blares down at you both, and casts shadows onto the bullied flesh.

It also casts light onto just how much wetter you get everytime he lands a spank. And he can tell- he can hear it; everytime you whimper, you adjust yourself like you’re trying desperately to gain any sense of control you have left. Which, at present, is virtually none.

He’s stubbornly hard, yet refusing to do anything until he thinks you’ve learnt your lesson. “Are you going to say sorry? Apologise for your dirty behaviour back there?”

You nod frantically, hair falling over your shoulders and in front of your face. He spanks you again, the slap noise echoing around your living room and causing you to jerk. It’s all so.. vulgar, would probably be the best adjective for it.

“That’s what I like to hear, good girl.” It rolls of his tongue so naturally it makes you throb around air; your weeping hole is so wet you wouldn’t even need foreplay, you just need his cock inside you right this second. It’s a release he doesn’t grant you. “Now… how many spanks do you think you deserve?”

“Um… five?” You say hopefully.

“I’d say more like fifteen, sweetheart. Be stricter.” Fifteen?! He’s already been sporadically hitting your ass for the last fifteen minutes and Shouta was pulling no punches- you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow, that’s for sure. “And I want you to count like the smart girl I know you are.”

You swallow. “One.” The impact is swift and unforgiving as his hand imprints on your ass a few more times in a row, alternating each cheek.

“S-seven.” Crack. Crack. Crack.

“Ten!” You’re wailing now, writhing in his steady grip as your pussy leaks down your thighs in tandem with the tears threatening to spill down your face.

“Good job.” A hand smooths over the soft globe of your ass after every slap, soothing the pain.

“Four-fourteen-!” It dawns on you that you’ll have Shouta- sized handprints branded all over the fat of your ass tomorrow morning, and it makes you moan into a palm he quickly tugs away.

“Fifteen!” You cry now, hot tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. “You did so well, sweetheart.” Comes a calm voice from above you. “Always do.”

He leans down and whispers in your ear. “Now, I want you to lie back on the couch so I can spank your slutty pussy raw next.”

You think you go cross eyed.

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a/n: secretly kinky Aizawa save me secretly kinky Aizawa

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spit | Hitoshi Shinso

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Drip.

The thin string of glossy spit trickles from Shinso’s mouth to your chest. It lands directly in the valley between your breasts, and he grins quietly as his fingers delicately smear it across your nipples. It’s warm, and sticky, and disgusting, but there’s something oh so alluring about it you can’t get enough of.

“Open up for me, sweetheart.” You do as told, obediently parting your soft lips below him and letting him squeeze your cheeks together with one hand.

Drip.

A big, frothy glob drips straight onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow. Good girl.” You moan into the kiss when Shinso leans down, spit glossed lips threading against yours like expensive watercolours bleeding into each other. Of course, you’ve heard the phrase ‘swapping spit’ before, but you’ve never experienced it as literally as this.

He’s hardly even breaking the kiss, just licking across your lips until you part them- and then, he’s pushing spit inside your mouth, using his tongue to smear it about onto your face and teeth. And when you reciprocate back with your own, he almost loses it- moaning into your open mouth, muttering sweet praises like it’d kill him to stay quiet.

He pulls back, and you whine at the loss of his mouth. Until, he places two fingers inside his own mouth, sucks them until they’re soaked with spittle- and pulls them slowly down your body. You’re sticky all over, especially at the apex of your thighs- you’re so slick it hurts, you need him so painfully badly you could cry as your hips arch up for stimulation.

Drip.

He starts at your chest, spitting a glob onto your prickly skin and using his two wet fingers to drag it down past your tits, your stomach- spitting again if necessary- until he reaches your pussy.

He pauses, tufts of lilac shrouding his eyes from your own gaze. All you can see poking from his hair is the tip of his nose and his soft lips, which part with a soft breath every so often. But this time when they part, a slow drip of saliva beads and falls from his bottom lip and you watch as it falls down, down, down to perfectly dribble over your clit.

It manages to toe the line between corrupt and utterly, totally arousing and it’s so quietly Hitoshi Shinso it makes you clench and ache around nothing.

Drip.

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a/n: guys

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lingerie | Shoto Todoroki

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Carefully steady hands trace your skin, smoothing on the soft fabric. The lingerie is simple- there’s a lacy, barely there thong; a bow ties the cups covering your breasts together, and two pieces of pattered burgundy fabric split to reveal a section of your midriff. Not that there’s anything Shoto can’t see- the lace hides virtually nothing, but you’re so…

“Pretty.” He breathes out, looking down at you with pupils dilated by what can only be described as complete, total, utter reverence.

“You think so?” You practically beam; you’re just so glad he likes it- you spent what seemed like hours at the store trying to find something that felt right, felt perfect. “I wasn’t so sure about the colour, though- maybe I should’ve gone for a light blue, or the sexy black I tried on, or something with garters-“

Shoto cuts off your nervous rambling with a kiss. It’s deep, and slow, and oh so deliciously satisfying it has you soaking through the lace. One hand stays on your waist, rubbing calmly over your goosebumps. The other snakes up, tentatively stopping to softly thumb your perky nipples before coming to rest in your hair, just gently enough to cradle your head like you’re made of porcelain.

But then, the hand on your waist comes down- he gasps quietly into your mouth like he wasn’t expecting how wet you’d be. He keeps kissing you, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as he pulls apart for air and kisses at your neck with soft lips. You think he’s going to push the panties aside, but as he’s about to plunge two fingers in-

rrrriiiippp.

You gasp. “Sho, these were expensive-“

“I’ll buy you another pair.” He murmurs, lips still caressing your skin. He thinks you look ethereal- in the soft light of your shared bedroom, hair falling down your shoulders, all dolled up in flowing lace. And it’s all for him- he thinks you look beautiful, he feels he needs to worship you.

“Lie down.” And you do, breathlessly lying back onto the smooth duvet as Shoto crawls between your legs and plants his oh so wonderful mouth over your pussy. He’s like a man starved- burying his nose into you, slicking up his whole lower face and groaning, licking and sucking.

“Five.” You hear, muffled by your thighs. You attempt to spread them further in order to hear him clearer, but he just clamps his palms around the flesh and squeezes them back around his head like earmuffs.

“Five. I’m going to buy you five more.”

“Ah! Sho, I only need one m-“

“No, I’m going to ruin all of them.”

Oh.

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a/n: idc if it’s overused the “Shoto using Endeavor’s card to buy his girlfriend things” is my favourite thing ever (I know he has his own money but it’s funnier that way)

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biting | Ejiro Kirishima

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Eijiro Kirishima does a remarkably good job of hiding. Not physically, obviously- he’s far too outgoing, chivalrous and muscly for that to work out efficiently; he’s good at hiding his impulsive thoughts.

Unless you notice it, of course- like last week, when you were out trying on bikinis for a hero magazine shoot and his eyes lingered for just a second too long on your ass. You didn’t miss it- that little wobble in his toothy grin, the flicker in his eye that said he was thinking about bending you over in the changing room right now and having his way.

It’s why you really aren’t surprised when he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh and you yelp, because oh can he bite! He looks up once, makes sure you’re okay by squeezing your hand, then continues biting- not nipping, not grazing, but biting- at your soft flesh.

It’s your thighs first- they receive a healthy assortment of marks, all reddening dots that span across your skin in the unmistakable crescent of Kirishima’s recognisable teeth.

Then, he moves you- he rolls you onto your front, and before you can ask just what on earth he’s doing he sinks his teeth into the supple flesh of your ass.

“Kiri, what on earth are you doing?” It’s breathless, but incredulous more than anything- both at his ministrations, and how unnervingly turned on you are; you’re deeply aware of the wet patch seeping onto your underwear but Kirishima doesn’t even seem bothered. He’s too busy marking up the supple flesh of your ass with his signature grin.

“Sorry, baby, but you just looked so soft and- and biteable? And it wouldn’t be manly of me if I didn’t appreciate it-“ it’s cut off when he bites- again- at your waist; you didn’t even know that was an option, and yet here he is, teeth digging marks into it like it’s second nature.

He ensures both sides are fully marked up, and you’re honestly ashamed of how horny you are- and then, ever the considerate, he snakes a large hand down to rub at your clit through your underwear as he continues his journey up your body.

You shut your eyes and let the sensations roll over you. It feels oddly satisfying in a way; it’s honestly quite nice, just lying here with a pleasant hum between your parted legs and sighing into the sheets as your boyfriend digs his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You’re going to be so marked up tomorrow you’ll sigh in shame at the bathroom mirror, but you do secretly enjoy the sight of your hips, waist, ass, thighs coated in a spattering of teeth sized crescents. Kiri lies practically on top of you now, calloused finger pads circling your throbbing clit as his erection grows with every bite. He likes leaving marks, but he also likes feeling closer to you- and how much closer can you realistically get than a mouthful of plump, lotioned skin?

“Baby.. can I ask you a question?” He murmurs.

“Mmm.. yeah, of course, Kiri.”

“…do you still have that turtleneck I got you?”

“Yes, why?” You’re rather confused as to why he’s asking about the contents of your wardrobe now, as you’re on the cusp of a lazy orgasm.

“Okay, great!”

He grins and bites your neck.

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