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walk with me omega!ochaco and omega!reader bot in heat at the same damn time going through it together

**if you don't f w/ omegaverse how about like sex pollen or smtg? (^∧^)

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s☆x pollen? - ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!

you didn’t like this operation from the start. sweeping a laboratory based on dubious and barely backed up allegations, with little to no knowledge about what you might have even found in there. drugs? or even worse, nomus? it didn’t sit right with you that they would ask for the intervention of two pro heroes when there were still so many questions about, well, everything.

the only reassurance was getting teamed up with ochako. if things went south, you would’ve had each other’s back. but no training in your years at U.A. or out in the field could’ve prepared you for this. all it took was a police officer accidentally knocking over some containers of unknown substances, you and uravity pushing the man away to take the hit, and now…this.

it took a while for the symptoms to show, the medical staff said you were lucky because you only inhaled the fumes and didn’t ingest any of it, and the only way to get rid of the effects was to wait. yeah, right, like hell you can wait.

the “super dangerous” substance was sex pollen, a new type of diversion some maniac came up with, meant to distract heroes by puffing just a tiny bit, enough to mess with their minds. the amount in your body must’ve bean at least ten times greater, and it was a lie you told yourself to stay sane.

but how the fuck are you supposed to stay sane when you and ochako share an apartment!?

the moment the police escorted you home - in separate cars - you locked yourselves in your respective bedroom. it’s been an hour now, and your body is giving no sign of cooling off, the desire raging in your veins still as maddening as ever.

and for some reason, you don’t want to give into it. the mere friction of your clothes rubbing against you borders on painful. you should be locked up, yeah, that’s the only reasonable way to deal with this. because if your body was already making you go out of your mind, ochako is definitely making this worse.

you can hear her, or rather, her moans. loud as fuck, as she gets herself off over and over again until she’s crying, because it’s never enough. a nurse with a cheeky little smile, back at the hospital, told you something that you didn’t even dare entertain, not even at the back of your mind.

”you know, they say the effects go away faster if someone’s helping you out.”

yeah, no fucking way.

but now the words are coming back, infiltrating themselves into every inch of your poor, weak mind. perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea? but how would you even ask her? you locked yourselves away from each other exactly to avoid that, but—

“y/n,” a quiet mewl came from the other side of the wall. “fuck i— i-i can’t do this anymore, it hurts…p-please help me, please—”

that was all the convincing it took. you’re sure you almost detach the damn handle from your door when you fling it open, only to find ochako’s already unlocked— ready, waiting. “i’m so, so sorry b-but i can’t do this anymore, i feel like i’m going insane!” she whines, big doe eyes wide and pleading as she watches you from the crack in the door. “we can help each other out, no? m-make this go away fast.”

“yeah, alright,” you nod, hands shaking, barely keeping yourself from breaking down the door and pounce. “just let me in.”

ochako’s hand grabs the front of your shirt and yanks, the kiss she locks your lips is dizzying enough neither of you feels it when you topple to the floor. she’s in nothing but an oversized shirt, and as soon as you slot a thigh between hers, she starts rutting against it shamelessly.

“fuck, chako, you’re so wet…” you gasp, skin covered in enough of her slick to make the glide smooth. “i’m sorry,” she cries against your lips. “i’m so sorry, f-forgive me…i can’t stop…”

“shh, shh…you’re okay,” you coo, gently moving a strand of auburn hair away from her face to kiss her cheek. with her legs bracketing yours, your hips start moving on their own, seeking relief. “you’re so pretty, chako. so pretty…”

she kisses you again, a hand slithering inside your shirt to cup your breast. you double down, lifting up the fabric covering her chest and hunching down to take one of her rosy nipples between your lips. “ah, fuck!” ochako mewls, rutting faster against your thigh.

you try to match her pace, reaching down to move your shorts and panties to the side, needing the contact. and the feeling of bare skin against your hit is enough to throw you into your orgasm— the first of many. “oh— oh my god!!” the words are muffled, face buried between ochako’s perfect tits.

“yes…yes, please y/n, more!” she sobs, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck as she violently topples into her own high, nails indenting crescents into your hip. purposeful to leave a mark.

after two or three hours, you were both aware that the effects of the pollen had passed. that you kept going simply because it felt so fucking good. none of the unspoken fantasy you’d had about each other could compare to the real thing.

and you’re positively, utterly worn when you finally collapse on ochako’s bed (a welcome change of location from the carpeted floor). her body is warm and soft, flushed face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “i think they really were right about helping each other out,” she giggles.

you can’t help but laugh, nodding your head. “yeah, damn doctors,” you joke. “are you feeling well now?”

“never been better,” she breathes, grinning up at you. “ten out of ten experience, but i never want to go through that ever again. i was pretty sure i was going to end up in a mental hopsital, lose my mind for good and never come back again.”

“ten out of ten, hm? was that the sex pollen talking, or…”

ochako’s fingers trace the line of your waist, watching you shiver. “nuh-uh, that was me talking. can’t believe we had to wait for that to happen to finally do it. i wouldn’t mind if we…helped each other out again, sometimes.”

it’s your turn to grin now, getting aroused again just by the way she’s talking so sweetly. “i thing that’s an amazing idea, ochako.”

┊┊a/n. the fact that i'm literally reading an omegaverse tgck fic as we speak...however i don't feel like i have enough knowledge to do the trope justice so sex pollen it is!! i educated myself on it through the official fanlore page it was actually rather interesting...

ㅤ【 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 】ㅤ ⓘㅤ𝟏𝟖+ㅤest. rs, quirk use ( denki iz gentle w his quirk w u tho ! ), oral ( f. receiving ), creampie, unprotected sex .ᐟ

you were lying in bed, exhausted and worn out, body aching and mind fuzzy, and denki was being so sweet—bringing you water, tucking you in, kissing your forehead soft like you were something fragile and precious. he brushed your hair back gently, eyes warm and soft. "you’ve been working too hard, baby .. let me make you feel better yeah? wanna take care of you properly."

you looked up at him, voice small and sleepy, but already breathless just from his touch. "ki .. you don’t have to, I’m just tired.."

he smiled, shaking his head, hands slipping under your shirt to rub slow, careful circles on your stomach first, then drifting lower, fingers grazing over the waistband of your panties. "I want to. wanna make you feel good, wanna take all the stress away. just tell me what you like, hm ? I’ll learn every single thing."

he was so eager to please, whispering "does this feel good ? like this ? slower ? faster ?" over and over, paying attention to every little sound you made, every time you arched your back or squeezed his arm. he’d try something new, and the second you whined or gasped, he’d light up all happy, grinning like he just won a prize. "oh ? ya like that ? yeah ? got it baby, I got it."

"m-more ..! right there, please .." you whimpered, hips lifting off the mattress, thighs pressing together instinctively, and he laughed soft, warm and proud.

"right here ? yeah ? I got you, don’t worry."

he pushed your panties down slow, tossed them aside, and spread your legs gentle but firm. he ate you out so slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world, using those tiny warm shocks just right to make every feeling ten times better—soft little buzzes right against your clit that made you shiver and cry out. he knew exactly where to press his tongue, exactly how fast to move his fingers when he pushed two deep inside you, curling them perfectly.

"feels 's good .." you moaned, fingers tangling tight in his hair, pulling him closer, back arching off the bed.

"yeah ? you taste amazing, baby .. love making you feel this good .." he mumbled against your skin, never stopping, sucking and licking and pumping his fingers till you came soft and crying, legs shaking around his shoulders, body going completely limp and satisfied.

but he wasn’t done. he crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin along the way, and pulled his own clothes off fast, hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum all over his fingers. he lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing the thick head through your wet folds, coating himself in your slick, and looked at you so sweet. "can I ? wanna be inside you so bad .. promise I’ll go slow."

"mhh ~ please, need you .. fill me up .." you whispered, pulling him down to kiss you.

he slid inside you slow, inch by inch, stretching you open and filling you up completely, holding your hand tight the whole time, moving in deep, steady strokes that hit every perfect spot because he already learned exactly how you needed it. he used little shocks through his cock too, making every drag and thrust feel electric and overwhelming, so good your eyes rolled back.

"like this ? deeper ? faster ?" he asked, voice rough and needy.

"yes ..! j-just like that, don’t stop .. feels perfect .." you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him as close as possible.

you freeze.

this entire time you thought they were together, you hear mina question if that's really the truth and you can't help yourself to do the same, "is that true kaminari?"

denki turns to you, "yeah of course it is," he smiles and he must have been drinking more than you thought because you noticed his cheeks were pink when he looked at you. "and how many times do i have to tell you, it's denki remember? you call everyone else by their first name."

you don't have a crush on any of the others though.

you laugh and roll your eyes, hoping that someone veers the conversion away from the topic. someone does but not for long. "that villain was a pain last week, both of our agencies combined had to deal with him. denki didn't you have to get one of your sidekicks involved?" denki glances at her but doesn't verbally reply, answering with 'mmhmm,' before directing his attention back to you.

"i'm serious y'know? you always call ashido by her first name, you've been doing it since ua and now you call the others by their first name too. it's only fair that you do the same with me, plus everyone calls you by your first name, including me." he says that so nonchalantly, like it's not a big deal, but every time he says your name your heart beats so quickly you can hear it in your ears and the butterflies in your stomach erupt, making your body feel warm and tingly.

"yeah, maybe..." you swirl your drink in your hand, similar to wine tasting but with your fruity cocktail, trying to take your mind off how his name would sound coming out your mouth.

denki puts his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm and not taking his eyes off you. times like these remind you of how incredibly attractive he is and you swear his eyes flick over to your breasts but you quickly dismiss it- denki would never look at you like that.

denki wouldn't take an interest in you, even after finding out he's not with jirou it doesn't mean that he likes you more than a friend.

just because he always slides into the seat next to you in gatherings and always buys you drinks, it doesn't mean anything. nor does it when he always insist on walking you home and sends you texts that read as gentle and tender when he see's a negative headline in a tabloid about you.

it doesn't mean anything when he delicately tipped your chin up to look at him when the new years countdown reached to the end and kissed you like it was the only thing that matters.

he would never find you attractive, you're not his type, with a soft body and someone unassuming and wanting to stay out of the limelight. you know his type, you've seen the girls that he goes home with, they're nothing like you.

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prohero! tenya iida x fem!reader

⤷ ゛tenya iida is a man of composure. he's serious and stoic. but when a cute waitress drops his coffee all over his pants? god, he can't stop thinking about her! and it's not just because she thinks his entire existence is meaningless. ˎˊ˗

the coffee house bell chimed softly.

his spectacles fogged up at the sudden drop in temperature, cold air condensing rapidly on his glasses.

the cozy corner cafe was overbearing with comfortable seats and cute tables. couples littered most of them, a few happy families shared the rest.

he walked over slowly. he sat down on the bench nearest to the window, staring outside. the birds were twittering. ants were crawling up a discarded log. a dog was barking. he heaved a sigh.

with a quirk like engine, you'd expect the famous hero ingenium to be a machine - always fast. streamlined. efficient. and he was, as far as it came to his job. he was a razor sharp hero, quick to his feet and even quicker to the rescue. but after the attacks subsided and the glamorous hero faded away to reveal the man underneath, he surprised people. for a man built for speed, tenya iida spent an impressive amount of time standing still.

you hadn’t done it to be annoying. at least, not on purpose. it was more that you couldn’t help it ! the simple fact of the matter was that you had a giant crush on shoko ieiri.

which, unfortunately for your dignity, also meant you were now standing in the infirmary doorway for the third time this week . . . which also happens to be the second time today . . .

but hey, you freaks know what that means!

lohen would be pretty good with his tongue and messy with eating you out. i honestly doubt he would actually have any experience, but i will say he'd be quite the fast learner. within the hour of having you spread out on his desk instead of doing his paperwork, (which he'll likely have someone else write) he's already figured out your sensitive spots and what makes you squirm.

you can feel his tongue darting in and out your already wet pussy, making you whine out loud and reach down to tug at his teal locks. "fuck, bunny, you taste amazing," he groaned, absolutely drunk and intoxicated on your taste. after licking a fat stripe up your dripping cunt, he spread your folds open with two gloved fingers in a teasing manner, watching your juices slowly drip down.

"aww, look at you. you're so drenched down here. and we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet," he cooed tauntingly. "please, lohen- just- i wanna cum already..." you whimpered, jutting your hips towards his fingers.

"oh? no no, you've gotta beg better than whatever pathetic attempt that was. too bad it wasn't convincing enough for me, 'cause we'll be here for a looong while, bunny."

i find the idea of lohen not writing his own reports funny based on that one interaction in dornman port where you had to deliver his report to the priest at the cathedral ;;w;

hitoshi is hands down the type to never confess. it's obviously a no-brainer that he would never use his quirk on you without your knowledge—and that's exactly why he equally would never confess

he's perfectly happy just being friends with you for the rest of his life. it makes his whole week to be able to eat lunch with you and walk to class together, gets his chest all tight and warm and makes his nerves jumpy when you lean into him a little to laugh at something he said. when you come over to his house and forget to take your jacket home with you, he holds it when he falls asleep. every picture—that you insisted upon taking, by the way—is kept in a stack of dozens like it in his closet.

in those rare moments after school or during the weekend when you come over to hang out, eventually get tired while lying in bed with him, and shamelessly use him as a pillow to rest? he's on the moon. you're so soft and peaceful and he takes advantage of the moment to play with your hair gently, so you won't wake. the arm under your hip drags you a little closer, makes sure he's at his most comfortable human-pillow position for you as long as possible. his arm falls asleep a few minutes later, but that's alright

yeah, he's okay loving you from afar like this.

𓏲ּ𝄢 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ shoto's way of telling you he fancies you . .

over the last few weeks, you'd been getting a little gift on your desk table — a strawberry milk pack with a small packet of aporo choco. there hadn't ever been any note or any clue as to who it could be in your class & you'd really been trying to figure out who it could be!

at first, you'd thought it was tenya since he was very friendly with you. but when you asked him about it, he'd denied that it was him. and you got the same response from both eijiro & sero. they'd been the only three people you'd ever suspected & after a while, you had kind of given up. you still enjoyed the treat nonetheless though!

one day, you were walking back to the classroom during lunch break since you'd forgotten your phone & when you opened the door, you were met with an incredibly adorable sight — shoto was at your desk, placing that strawberry milk & aporo choco you'd been getting everyday the whole term.

when he heard the door open, he quickly turned his head around & seeing you standing there had his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. he was frozen in place for a few seconds, just blinking at you like a deer in headlights.

then the second you took a step towards him, shoto fled the classroom in a rush. no words, not even a glance back at you. he just left! you weren't surprised at all, knowing how awkward he was . . and adorable too.

the next day, you'd come in much earlier than anyone else, holding a carton of strawberry milk & a muffin you had bought at your favourite bakery. you placed it on shoto's desk, a little sticky note stuck to the carton.

as your classmates began flooding in, your heart was hammering wildly against your chest. you were really nervous for what his response would be after reading your note — oh, you felt like your whole body was about to combust from the wait!

then just as the bell was about to ring, shoto walked in. swiftly scrambling towards his seat where he noticed what you'd left him. you looked back to see his reaction, biting your lip in anticipation & anxiety. you noticed that same shade of pink creep up on his face, very gently plucking the note of the carton & reading it intently.

his eyes flickered up & met your gaze. he could barely hold eye contact with you as he nodded his head which admittedly made your heart flutter & your mind to go all giddy. so all you could do was shoot him a sweet smile in return as aizawa walked in to start the class.

on the note you'd written him, it read . . shoto >_< thank u for all the drinks n chocolates you've given me, that's so sweet! so i wanna repay u by taking u out to lunch! what do u say ♡

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s sound of him stripped of all his defenses

and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

“please, baby, just let me” satoru lamentably pleaded, desperation clung on to his tenor. his feverish cheeks, tinged a delicate crimson on the snowy skin, rested itself on the plumpness of your bare thighs, scorching his golden mark on it. his reprehensible whimpers of agony and intense need was narrowing all the routes of your five senses.

“please– i’ll be good, just one taste.”

if his fraternity brothers found out, that their frat’s vice president was ignominiously reduced on to his knees, all because he wanted to have a taste of his girl’s raw cunt— then there would’ve been a hellish discourse upon the matter.

satoru gojo, who would commence parties of bright lights and foreign liquors. satoru gojo who would gulp down burns through his throat too easily, claiming ‘light work, no reaction’ even after seven shots of tequila. satoru gojo who called girls by their wrong names after waking up naked next to their shy faces, breaking their golden hopeful hearts so cruelly— now, was on his knees, in front of the campus’ shy girl, who was just as cruel as he was.

your legs were open, wide and candid, panties down to the ankle which satoru had been merely allowed to discard. the sight of your tempting pussy had satoru letting out a pathetic moan already as he kneaded himself through his grey sweats. he was so needy. so damn pathetic.

just to trace your glistening folds with the tip of his brute tongue. just to spittle and rub your clit bud by skillfully flattening of his tongue. simply just to eat you out, incessantly and ardently.

just for a lick, a taste of your juices.

“baby, please, please. let me. just a taste. i promise, i’ll be good. i’ll be so good to you” his begging fell to deaf ears. you had slipped on your panties, back into position, shielding your sweet glory away from him.

“then, now, do you believe me that i wasn’t with sukuna last night?” you batted your lustrous eyelashes, a sweet smile conquering your face. it was a lie, you were with sukuna last night.

satoru had been questioning you on it relentlessly, suspicious, but now— “yes, yes, yeah baby. i, shit, sorry. i’m such a dumbfuck for not trustin’ ya. of course i believe ya, doll”.

honestly, he had it all planned. like always.

you were supposed to be just another girl who he shared white sheets with. just another girl who would moan his name while he mumbled a made up one for you. just another girl for him to smile at, fuck once and play with but instead, he was the one getting played. by you. the shy, quiet girl.

the shy girl whose weeping friends had slept with satoru, and deliriously wanted him to suffer for breaking their lovelorn hearts. the shy girl who had taken a grievous vow to break, the egocentric frat king, satoru’s heart.