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his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.

katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”

next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.

“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.

“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.

your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”

bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.

that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.

“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.

it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.

when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.

“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.

bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.

“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”

always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”

“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.

“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.

but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.

“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.

hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.

“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.

“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”

nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.

“why not, baby?”

“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.

“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”

the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”

bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”

“didn’t you have a long day today?”

he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”

“then you need to sleep.”

“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”

you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”

“babygirl.”

“babyboy.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”

you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.

you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.

“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”

bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.

“i’m your man.”

“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”

he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.

“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”

referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.

“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.

“take him out then.”

“don’t him your dick.”

but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.

“you love it.”

you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.

“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”

though he stops you, hands on your hips.

「TOYA 'DABI' TODOROKI」 ⤷ the league had hit an all time low: money was scare, meals were far and few between, the roof over their heads was slowly crumbling away. morale had dropped, shigaraki's absence was becoming more and more noticeable.

toga's persistent whining was starting to wear dabi down, each word acting like sandpaper against his delicate skin. dabi hadn't had a single ounce of peace and quiet for the past week each day was filled with orders, commands, requests, and any other variation of the word task.

he was a dog, doing things he didn't want to purely to ensure the smooth exposure of his dad - endeavor. each day went by extremely slow like nails dragging down a chalkboard, pulling each little nerve inside of dabi's already burnt down body, ensuring that he suffered - like he hadn't already suffered enough.

darkness swarms over the warehouse, filling each corner until it's almost impossible to see. hiding each and every secret that dabi kept from the outside world: his family, his hobbies, you.

his precious girlfriend, locked away behind a fake door, living in the shadows because her boyfriend couldn't contain his emotions, or the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most sought after villains in japan.

your life was spent in the shadows, the darkness that you had always been scared of as a kid was now something you found solitude in; the darkness was the only thing you had to keep you company now that you were with dabi.

the door handle to your hidden room rattles, your eyes widening, feet stilling on the ground. the pot of instant ramen in your hands almost tumbles to the ground before you gain your composure.

think, hide, wait.

dabi's instructions swam through your head like a school of scared fish, each word weaving itself into your thoughts before you took action - tucking yourself under the chair. it's not until the second attempt of the person trying to get in you hear the annoyed grunt, then a loud bang following it. "open the fucking door baby, it's jus' me,"

relief washes over you in thick waves, your body acting before you had time to think - like a hero - your hand grasping the handle. the door swings open, dabi's iconic grin meeting you before it fades into an annoyed sulk.

"why didn't you answer the first time baby?" his burnt hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. you swallow your spit, blinking up at your boyfriend innocently.

"just got-got a bit scared," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, an anxious habit you could never pull yourself out of. dabi just scoffs, leaning down to capture your lips in a much needed, desperate kiss.

his hands grip your waist tight, nails digging into your soft flesh as he picks you up as if you weighed nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, jaw going slack to let his tongue explore each and every inch of your mouth. submitting to him. letting him own you.

you mewl, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging it lightly, "missed you so much, been days," your words get swallowed by his hungry mouth, his hands sliding into the backs of your shorts to feel your bare ass cheeks - no underwear, just how he liked it.

"shut up, just let me fuck you," dabi kisses down your neck hastily, like time was attempting to escape the two of you. he lays you down on your bed, his mouth attached to yours as he slips out of his pants and underwear.

"off," he lights his finger tips, melting through the fabric of your baby tee and chucking the remains across the room, "shouldn't even be wearing clothes, should jus' be walking around naked. at all times, my bitch," he spanks your tits, catching your nipple on one of the many pieces of metal keeping his skin together.

his pierced dick rubs against your already soaked cunt, your shorts had been tugged off whilst he was burning through your shirt. you sniffle, "i-im sorry, it wont happen- nghh!" you're cut off by dabi slamming into you at full force, sliding his entire length into you in one go.

you scream, heels digging into his back as he sets up a rough pace from the start, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "da-dabi," you huff, drool pooling on the tip of your tongue. your cunt flutters around him, clenching down tight as an attempt to stifle his pace.

however, it forces a loud grunt out of your boyfriend, his hips still before he's haphazardly pulling out of you and cumming all over your stomach. "f-fuck princess, do-don't do that!" he growls, a weak dribble of cum running down the underside of his cock.

you giggle, "cumming so fast? leaving me unsatisfied," you pout, looking down at his now softening cock. "maybe shiggy could help me?" you wiggle your eyebrows before a loud smack rings out through the room you called home.

dabi's hand print leaves a dark red indent on your cheek within the first 2 seconds of him slapping you. his hands soon work fast to have you flipped over, his cock back buried deep in your cunt.

"i told you to shut up," dabi forces your face into the sheets, "don't mention that bastard around me, you know this dick is better than anyone else's," dabi lets go of your waist, leaning back as he fucked into you so fast his skin was sparking.

"be a good girl and take whatever daddy gives you."

「SHOTO TODOROKI」 ⤷ shoto had been working far too hard even as a hero, he was working as if he was some machine that needed to earn its space in the world. his hands had been flying across the keyboard for hours now, the office was empty - every worker had left whilst shoto worked overtime on his paper work again.

calloused fingers pressed gently into the key caps in fear of causing them any damage - shoto had always been far too nice. too nice for anyone on this planet. his phone laid untouched next to him on the desk, screen down to avoid distraction.

he knew his wife, you, would be calling - calling to demand where abouts he was, why he was still doing this, to come back because you missed him. but you had to understand that the people who lost their family members also missed them, and thats why he had to fill the paper work out as soon as possible. to give people closure.

it wasn't that shoto was ignoring you, he could hear the vibrations coming from his phone, he could feel them shaking the desk ever so slightly he just, couldn't answer it. he knew what he had to do, he had to do this paper work before it was too late. even if it made you sad.

however he could only ignore the calls and texts for so long, you were his wife after all. it was a sad but long needed break, shoto's thumbs looking at the screen of all your missed calls and texts.

answer your phone hello? do you even care about me? fuck you shoto fuck i wish i could fuck you. answer me NOW. fine you wanna ignore my texts? i ll js come to the office.

shoto's heart skipped a beat at thought of you being in the office, seeing him so unkempt and tired. he stands up on numb legs, making his way to the main door of the his closed off room to head to the bathroom, to try and freshen up. to look like the man you had fallen in love with rather than a damned ghost.

the door to his office flies open to show you, dressed in his clothes, eyes adorn with heavy bags from the lack of sleep - up late worrying about your husband; you spent far too much time worrying about him.

"sweetheart-" shoto's arms immediately open to accompany your tired body, holding your head close to his chest as he gently swayed the two of you to an invisible song. "you should have stayed home," his words are muffled by your hair, hands squeezing your waist gently.

"and you should have came home," you stifle a sob as you rub your cheek against his muscular chest through his button up shirt. shoto smiles, thumbs tracing soft circles on your hips as he feels the sheer force of the love radiating off fo you.

"you work too much, miss you so much," you sigh, pulling back from his chest to look him in the eye - dark purple bags contrasting the scarred tissue. your hands squeeze his shoulders, tension oozing out of his over worked muscles. "need to relax."

shoto chuckles, "if i had the time, i would darling, you know that," he cups your jaw in both his warm hands, hearts forming in his eyes from just how much he loved you. how much he needed you in his life.

"let me help you," your lips brush against his jaw, a thin layer of your spit sticking to his skin, "let me help you relax baby," you move your hands down his body, feeling each curve, each muscle he had spent years perfecting.

shoto tugs his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious frown, the office was empty sure, but it was still a public place. however he knew better than to disagree with his wife; a happy wife meant a happy life, and that was something shoto lived by.

your soft lips left a trail of kisses down his neck until you reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. your mouth parts ever so slightly at the sight of your shirtless husband, it had been days if not weeks since you had seen him naked in all his glory.

you sink down to your knees, palms sliding over his thighs before hastily undo the fly and button to expose his tented boxers. shoto's breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight of his wife doing something so crude - he couldn't deny the fact it was making his cock twitch.

"i missed your dick," the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, desperate hands pull his boxers down and you can't help but moan at the sight of his long, thick dick. you mewl, greedily attaching your lips to the tip and giving a firm suck.

shoto gasps, one hand tangling in your hair whilst the other reached out to stable himself on the door way. "b-baby slow down," he grunts, balls twitching in your palm, "fuck!" his hot cum is filling your mouth in seconds. theres so much of it that it's spewing out the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin.

"baby girl i'm-i'm so sorry," he leans down to open your mouth so you could spit his cum into his hands but you open your mouth to show it completely empty - you even lick your lips.

"you came so fast," a pout tugs on your lips, "but that's okay. round two when we get home?" you blink at him innocently, and shoto knows that it'll happen whether he likes it or not. he could never say no to his baby.

「EIJIRO KIRISHIMA」 ⤷ kirishima's body is sore, covered in bruises of all different shapes and sizes from the combat he had been involved with in attempts to save the city against villains. red riot was slowly becoming more and more worn down until it was a demand that he be sent home, laid off his own damned job because he was too broken.

memories of the fights replay in his head, the faces of the people he couldn't save haunted him as if he were the only person to blame for their deaths. each and every blow to his body he could relive as if he were right there again, for the 3rd, 4th or even 5th time.

kirishima's body lays restless in your shared bed, limbs tangled in blankets whilst your shirt you slept in last night is bunched up by his face. wind blows past the window in rapid bursts, rattling the foundations of your apartment.

"just-just follow me, i promise i'll save you," sleepy mutters fill your shared bedroom, kiri's hands tightening their grip on your bare waist. sleeping with clothes on was something that neither of you felt comfortable in, the clothes created a wall between you - preventing you from being close and interment. skin ship had always been extremely important in your relationship, whether it be kiri's hands wondering down the back of your pants in public or you touching the hard expanse of his abs under the duvet.

"please, i need to save you,"

kirishima's fingers dig into your stomach as he pulls you onto his chest - dreaming that you were a civilian in need of help. reliving one of those awful rescue missions for the tenth time. "baby," you shuffle on top of him until your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.

"baby wake up," you yawn, tracing the small bruises along his jawline. "its a dream, nothings happening. 'm right here," you gently tap his face until he jolts awake with a gasp - red eyes full of fear as he looks around the room.

"oh fuck," tears well in his eyes at the memories that were flooding his head in violent bursts. kirishima hide his face in your palms, embarrassment emitting from his tired body in small waves, "so not manly."

"it's okay baby, shh," you press a soft kiss to his nose, "crying is so manly," a soft chuckle escapes your lips before you capture his in a love filled kiss. your lips slowly move against his, hands finding their way to his shoulders whilst kiri grabs at your ass like a desperate puppy. his tongue slides along your bottom lip before lapping up the minty taste of your toothpaste.

"let me help you relax, you've been so tense lately honey," you slowly kiss down your boyfriend's neck, his hardened skin rough against your plush lips. "soften up my handsome prince, let me take of you," your words hit the soft spot of kiri's heart as he immediately relaxes into your hands, letting you feel up and down his abs and dip into the waistband of his boxers.

"i love you so much," kiri nuzzles into your neck, his red hair tickles the underside of your chin as he leaves some sloppy kisses to your sweet spot. you mewl, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh.

"hurry, need to feel you inside," kirishima chuckles at your impatience but he complies, lifting his hips enough to slip out of his boxers whilst sliding your panties off your hips at the same time.

his thick, blunt rip rubs against your soaked pussy in a teasing manor before he pushes in, forcing you to take his entire length at once. you sniffle, sharp acrylic nails digging into his shoulders as you sit down on his entire cock. your cunt spasms, clenching tightly around kiri and he's so pent up that he can't hold back; hot ropes of sticky cum start to fill your womb before you even had the chance to start riding him.

your eyes widen, "th-that was fast," a giggle threatens to slip past your lips but you hold it back as kiri's eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

"that-that was an accident i swear!" his red eyes fill with annoyance and shame before he's pinning you to the sheets. his body turns solid, rock hard like a damn wall as he situates himself between your thighs. he bends your legs up until you're tucked neatly into the mating press.

"let me help you relax."

「DENKI KAMINARI」 ⤷denki had been on 3 missions back to back for the past week, his entire life (you) had been flipped upside down purely because he had to work. even with all the protesting (one email) he still had to go, though he didn't go with out a damn fight.

a fight with no clothes, obviously.

denki had been following you around the shared apartment all day, pawing at his cock like a dog in heat. his eyes hadn't been dry either, damp with tears of desperation as he attempted to win you over. to let him fuck you into the sheets, or on the floor, he didn't care where.

“i can’t help it baby, i need you so bad!” denki sobs into your neck as he forces your body over the counter. your skimpy house clothes had been ripped off your body the second he made it through the door, pawing at his cock and demanding relief.

“please? i’ve been a good boy. i did everything you asked,” denki sniffles, damp eyelashes fluttering as he grabs a fistful of your hair so you’re forced to look at him. "cleaned up, packed my bags," he rubs his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to win you over.

“mommy ‘m need your pussy so bad,” his hard cock presses into your ass. "need to feel you around me before i go, miss you already," his fingers tingle with electricity.

“i’m cleaning. later,” you huff, trying to free yourself of the tight position you had been put in, “go jerk off. you have hands,” denki liked earning his place, especially if it meant you’d give him the praise he was dying for even if he had to withstand you being a bit mean.

“b-but,” his words a wet mixture of sobs and sniffles before he’s yanking his trousers and boxers down. “can’t wait. can’t. need you. need you so bad mommy,” his blunt tip rubs against your semi wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it around.

a sigh escape your lips before you’re gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white. denki slams into you with one harsh, quick thrust. “denki i swear to fucking god. pull out now," you grit your teeth in annoyance and in his defence, denki does pull out (and then slams right back in).

"n-no!" his cock twitches inside of you, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm his quirk gets slightly out of control.

it takes a total of 4 deep thrusts into your cunt before he's filling you up with his hot cum, hips stuttering as he sobs into your neck. "t-thank you mommy, thank you. thank you," babbles fill the air between you whilst you huff and push him off.

"really denks? couldn't even let me finish, pathetic," your nose scrunches in faux disgust as you turn back to look at him. denki's eyes well with a fresh wave of tears before he's pulling out and sinking to his knees.

"ill fix it, ill make sure you cum mommy."

「IZUKU MIRDORIYA」 ⤷a class full of bratty children is the last thing izuku wants to deal with after an argument with his beloved wife. an argument which could have easily been avoided if he would have just came home earlier rather than staying behind grading test papers.

each kid seems to have it out for him, correcting him when he attempts to help another student with their english, or help someone over come a hurdle when using their quirk - it seems like almost everyone had it out for him.

his lunch box is half empty since his beautiful wife hadn't packed it for him like you usually did, instead he had to do it himself. chucking in what ever random shit he found in the pantry into his box and calling it a lunch. the taste of dry ritz crackers mixed with yogurt covered strawberry bites only added fuel to the fire of sadness burning in his stomach.

your husband's bulge fills out your phone screen as he palms himself gently, the sound of his hushed whimpers filling your shared bedroom. "please forgive me princess," izuku's voice is slightly hire pitched as he slips his hand into his waistband to pull his cock out of his underwear.

you moan, angling the camera down so he could see your wet cunt so he could see what he was doing to you. "f-fuck baby, so pretty. touch her for me. tell her i'm sorry for neglecting her," izuku strokes his cock 5 full times before he's emptying his load all over his pristine white shirt.

you let out a mixture of a moan and a giggle at seeing your husband come so ridiculously fast like he was some horny teenager that had never experienced anything other than his hand.

"s-see baby? i miss you so much, please let me sleep in the bed with you tonight." you roll your eyes as you watch him continue to stroke himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a tired puppy.

"just hurry up and come home."

「KATSUKI BAKUGO」 ⤷ bakugo's intense personality was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him, the way he viewed everything as a competition meant that he was constantly striving to become a better boyfriend towards you. well, that's what you thought anyway.

bakugo's hands are dripping in blood from the bar fight he had gotten himself involved with during his time off. his time that he was meant to spend relaxing; time he was meant to spend looking after himself rather than the city. but bakugo was a hero he couldn't just let things blow under the radar purely because he was meant to be having some time off.

adrenaline thuds through his veins like his hand is to his heart exploding it over and over again. blood spews from his broke nose as he stumbles through the dimly lit streets of japan before he finds himself at the door of your shard apartment.

he raises his hand, ready to know, but he hesitates. bakugo. the katsuki bakugo hesitates. the right side of his bottom lip is completely busted, bruised and swollen from the criminals fake gold ring catching on it - if bakugo really focuses, he can taste the cheap metal on his tongue. before he even has the chance to do so the door is flying open, your grumpy stature filling his eyeline - when the hell did he knock?

bakugo's fist is still frozen in the air, wide crimson eyes staring into yours as he tries to find an excuse good enough for his blooded face. the rapid thump of his heartbeat makes it hard to think, the words coming out of your mouth are a muffled slur behind the rapid thoughts swarming his brain.

"shut up before you piss me off even more," his harsh tone strikes a sensitive chord within your heart because before you know it, your lips are on his. your tongue runs against his bottom lip, feeling the sore wound before you sink your teeth into it.

"what the fuck?" bakugo pushes you off with his lips turned back into a snarl, "why did you fucking bite me bitch!"

"i'm still mad at you even though you look hot as fuck being beaten up/ i hope the other guy won," you spit the words through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists of pure anger. how could your boyfriend be so clueless!

"don't you dare say such bullshit, take your clothes off," bakugo pushes you into the wall of the hallway to your apartment.

"what?-" "you heard me bitch, take your fucking clothes off, don't piss me off even more, or is that the only thing you're able to do?" his palm is hot against your chest, the tip of his finger pressing into the area between your boobs.

you narrow your eyes yet you still comply with him. you still do exactly what he tells you to, slowly slipping out of your sleep shorts and tank top. soon, a pile of clothes is forming on top of the shoes in the entry way, your fluffy socks being the final edition - like a candle on a cake.

"good girl," bakugo kisses down the side of your neck, "you can be a good bitch when you want to, hm?" his bruised fingers trace along your sides causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. you huff, turning your head to the side as he pinches at your nipples.

"shut up," you mumble, cheek pressed into the cold wall as he circled your clit just enough times to make sure your cunt was completely relaxed. the sound of his sweatpants thudding against the cold wood flooring, along with his shirt make your back arch in anticipation, your cunt throbbing in time with your rapid heart.

"take it like a good bitch and daddy might even reward you," bakugo snarls into your neck as he slams into you with one single thrust. you scream into the wall, waking up every single person in the damn complex. bakugo smirks, wrapping his hand around your face and sliding two fingers inside of your mouth. "hush baby, gonna wake the whole street,"

your pussy clenches down hard on him, and he grunts, fingers twitching inside of your mouth, hips stilling inside of you as the familiar sensation of your boyfriend filling you up with cum hits you. you bite down on his fingers, making him yelp, "did you just fucking cum in under 30 seconds?"

you wiggle your way out from underneath your boyfriend, slipping yourself around so your chest is pressed against his. "is that my reward? a bit of sloppy sex in the doorway? fuck off, you're so annoying. get out of my face before YOU piss ME off," you shove his chest and he growls, pressing you back against the wall once again.

"calm down baby girl," he guides your jaw upwards with two of his fingers until you're looking into his eyes. "let daddy make it up to you."

"cmon baby..." his hands were planted on your hips, guiding you back and forth while your clit dragged against his happy trail over and over again. "look at you, so perfect f'me."

both your mouths were hung open, heavy breathing and moans filled the air in replacement of what used to be your favorite reality tv show.

one of his hands left your hips, going behind his head while not so subtley flexing his arms. of course he had to show off for his beautiful girl, even though you were in full control, he had to prove he was manly somehow.

but eventually, your rolling of hips slowed down, not because it wasn't good. your moans turned into whines, and not the kind that makes his cock throb even harder. your face had scrunched up into something close to discomfort, and kirishima never wants to see his pretty girl uncomfortable.

"hey, hey.." he stopped grinning and moving immediately, his hand went to cup your cheek as soon as he noticed the way your breathing had changed. "talk to me, what's the matter?"

his voice was gentle, soft even though he had just roughly been telling you to speed up or go harder. his hands, calloused and rough from years of being a pro hero and getting into a good number of fights- felt so comforting while you tried to speak.

the tears began to well in your eyes, you weren't scared of the rejection, or the fact that you might ruin your boyfriends night by stopping one of his favorite activities.

everything hurt.

heavy exhaustion from the work day, your hips ached terribly, you felt gross and uncomfortable in your own sweaty skin.

"everything hurts eij.. it doesn't feel right anymore." you were quiet, afraid of speaking up about the issue. not because he made a habit out of ignoring your pain, but it's the way you were used to things.

but kirishima? he heard your quiet, trembling voice and ever-so-carefully lifted your hips so you could get off of him. you lowered yourself to the sheets next to him, already hiding yourself under the duvet because being naked feld weird right now.

"then we stop." he was so certain, like the mere idea of hurting you was something he could never fathom. "anything specific? was I too rough? did I say something to make you uncomfortable?"

and checking up on you wasn't an option either, it was a necessity. making sure his perfect girl was okay before he even thought about moving.

"no! you didn't do anything," it was almost instant, because what could kirishima possibly do to make you uncomfortable? "my hips were starting to hurt too much and I had a super long day at work."

in that moment, he put his boxers back on, kissed you on the forehead with a soft smile that made everything go away for a split second, and disappeared out of the bedroom.

you pulled on your panties and his T-shirt that you were already wearing before this started. you didn't bother getting up or umpausing the tv, you laid in bed until he came back.

and when he did, it was with a heating pad, water and some ibuprofen. he didn't say anything about not finishing, didn't complain that his night was ruined or asked if this would be a often thing. that didn't cross his mind whatsoever.

he plugged in the heating pad on your side of the bed, placed it right on your lower stomach and made sure it wasn't on your bare skin. he helped you sit up a little to take the pills and the water, then made sure you were comfortable before laying down himself.

you were now pulled against his chest, both of you looking up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry, eij."

comfortable silence until you spoke up because you felt as if you took something away from him.

"don't apologize," he leaned on his elbow to look down at you, stroking your hair back to see your face. "don't you ever apologize for wanting to stop, y/n."

"I will never get mad at you for that, got it? you being comfortable is more important than getting myself off." his tone wasn't as soft, but still gentle. how could his amazing girl ever think it's her fault? something like that doesn't register in his mind.

you, on the other hand, were more than relived to hear that he wasn't upset. not that you thought he would be, but it's the effortless reassurance that counts.

you closed your eyes and put your head in the crook of his arm, smiling just enough for him to notice but not to much effort behind it. "I love you, eijirou."

"I love you too baby," he put yet another soft kiss in your temple and continued stroking your hair, laying down right next to you. "so damn much."

-

bakugo wasn't nice during sex, that's a given.

everything about him is rough; from his personality to his hands to his words, nothings filtered or easy or gentle. but that's how you liked things, how you liked him.

today was a particularly rough one, a customer had complained to your manager about an order you supposedly got wrong and you got chewed out for it, your cat wasn't eating as much as he should be, rent was due soon and you wouldn't have much left over for groceries.

bakugo coming over was a saving grace.

he brought take out, let you put your feet in his lap and watched a movie you've been putting off for too long.

but the calm night had ended, and you were currently head down, ass up while bakugo absolutely plowed into you like there was no tomorrow.

"fuck- look at you." at first it seemed like a good idea, getting your mind off things while your boyfriend made every little thought go away. "takin' me so well, there you go.."

but after a bit, your vision started to blur and not because the sex was just that good. your legs were shaking so bad he had to hold up your hips to keep you steady. your arms gave out and so did your libido.

"kats.. kats!" you yelped his name, not in the way you usually do. he slowed down after the first unusual sound, stopped completely at the second.

"fucks the matter? can't take it anymore?" again, his voice was never gentle, but the tone was different. he wasn't mocking you, just didn't know how to act concerned without his ego crumbling.

"'m so sorry," you sniffle and pulled yourself away like you were disgusted with the idea of apologizing. "I thought it would make me feel better but I can't- I'm so sorry katsuki."

you hid yourself under the covers and refused to look him in the eye, like one second of eye contact and he might storm out in a fit if anger.

but he didn't. he stayed on his knees on the bed with a confused look before scoffing and pulling his boxers up. he didn't assure nothing was wrong or say sweet words into your ear, didn't call you a crybaby or a quitter either.

"you don't gotta apologize," he got in bed next to you, grabbed your T-shirt and helped you into it without explaining why. "shit happens, 'm not mad at ya."

somehow, that was enough to push your tears over the edge. you sniffled once, then twice and your entire body shook until you crumbled.

he didn't say anything about that either, just debated on leaving or holding you until you stopped crying. he wasn't good with people breaking down. most of the time on patrol when a kid cried because he lost his mom, bakugo would tell the kid to shut up and find his mom before he blew up.

but this? you were his girlfriend, not some kid on the street looking for their mom.

so he wrapped his arms around you, pulled your back against his chest and let you cry.

"tell me what happened." he grumbled into your neck, his grip on you tightening just a little more.

it took a minute for the sobbing to subside enough for you to speak again, and when you finally could, it wasn't pretty.

"my manager yelled at me for something that wasn't my fault and buttons isn't eating as much as he should and rent is due and I don't have enough for groceries and everythingissomuchrightnowandifeellikeshit."

the last hit came out more as a cry than the rest of the actual words. but bakugo listened, he kissed your shoulder every once and a while and let you ramble about the events that led up to this.

by the time you woke up in the morning, bakugo was already gone but he had left you with a small note on your nightstand. along with a glass of water, a bottle of medicine from the headache you always got after crying.

"bitched at your manager, made an appointment for buttons at 3pm tmrw, grocery orders comin at 5."

-

denki got needy sometimes.

it was in his nature, he heard the shower running when he got back to your shared apartment and practically raced his shadow to the bathroom.

you were trying to wash off the remainder of the day, your parents constantly calling to tell you updates about your grandma, someone spilled coffee on your clothes before you even got on the e-train, and your boss was digging into you about a deadline coming up.

safe to say, you were exhausted and done with the day.

but denki stepping into the shower behind you make your worries fade away for a moment. he started going on and on about something funny mina said at work, offering taking your loofa and lathering your body in soap because he sensed the way your shoulders had yet to drop.

"and then we stopped this guy from robbing a bank- he only left with like fifty bucks but it's still stealing in my eyes. and then-"

hearing your boyfriend talk about how good his day was, made your terrible one seem like it didn't happen at all.

you let him talk, let him wash your body and your hair and even brush conditioner through your ends.

eventually, his mouth got tired of wandering so his hands did instead. up your sides, over your stomach and cupping your breasts, kneading the flesh like his own personal stress toys.

"you seem stressed today babe," he stepped even closer, your back right against his chest, you could feel his cock pressed into your ass, hard and heavy and waiting. "want me to help with that?"

you thought to yourself, "maybe this would make the day go away? maybe a distraction would help." but your body didn't seem to react the same.

you tensed up a little more, breathing wasn't the same, and the water seemed to be the only noise that filled the empty space.

"'m sorry denks.. I don't think I'm in the mood today.." part of you immediately felt guilty for saying no. he had such a good day and you might've ruined it by saying no.

"that's alright babe," he stepped away before you stopped talking. he wasn't disappointed, wasn't mad, wasn't even sad. he stepped back but he didn't leave. he just took more time washing you up. "you wanna talk about it? if not that's totally cool!"

and god, if you weren't crying, you were now.

not dramatically, just a sniffle and a hiccup here and there.

"I just had a shitty day and I don't want to move for the rest of the night."

you leaned your head back against his shoulder, sighing into him with relief and exhaustion. he kept washing you, even parts that were already clean.

"then you won't, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't treat my super awesome girlfriend like a queen!?" always enthusiastic, always the first to jump in when you seem off, always to offer piggyback rides and holding your items for you because that's what he did best.

be your person.

and that's what he did for the rest of the night.

when you were both done showering, he helped you out of the bathroom and carried you to the bedroom. helped you get dressed into some comfortable, brushed your hair, carried you back to the kitchen and sat you on the counter while he did dishes and you ordered door dash.

and for the rest of the night, you didn't think about your grandma, or the coffee stain in your nicest blouse, or your boss and that impossible deadline.

you thought about how great of a boyfriend denki was, thought about how good you felt in his arms on the couch eating burgers and fries, thought about him the rest of the night until he carried you to bed and laid on your chest.

-

often when izuku came home from work, he took off his shoes in a rush, dropped his bag in his office and immediately started on dinner until you came home from work too.

today was no different. by the time you got home, you were covered head to toe in rain water, your mascara was running from the non stop droplets from your bangs, your shoes were soaked when you slid them off and you practically groaned when you flopped onto the couch.

of course, it started absolutely pissing rain when you got off work. and guess what? your car was in the shop for a check engine light that had been on for three months!

yes, izuku offered to take you to and from work but the schedules didn't align given he leaves the house at 7 am and you don't wake up until 8.

when he heard the front door open and closed, he immediately left the kitchen and made his way to find you. he missed you all day, craved a kiss and a hug like he always does. the sight of you soaked and sad looking made his heart melt and his puppy eyes droop.

"y/n!? are you okay??" he rushed over to the couch, sitting on the edge while making sure to give you enough space, but close enough if you needed him.

"'m exhausted zuku, soaked to the bone and exhausted." your voice was muffled by the couch cushion, but clear enough so he could hear the actual distain in your voice. he planted a gentle hand on your shoulder and circled the skin with his thumb.

"get out of those wet clothes, I'll have dinner ready when you get back.." he moved his hand to your back, rubbing a line up and down to soothe what he didn't know. "then we can watch your show while we eat, does that sound alright?"

you nodded weakly, peeling yourself off the cushion and hobbling towards your bedroom. you changed from work clothes to a pair of izuku's sweatpants and an old tshirt from college, out on your favorite fuzzy slippers and made your way to the kitchen again.

izuku was plating dinner, something stupidly healthy because he reads too many magazines about diets. he handed you a plate, silverware and a drink before guiding you to the couch again and turning on your favorite show.

you were on autopilot at this point, eating slow and mechanical while spacing out at the tv. he reappeared at your side and let you eat in silence. he knew something's were better left unsaid for the time being, and you would open up when you felt like it.

the rest of the night was in silence, not heavy or uncomfortable, just izuku's patience waiting for you to talk if you wanted to.

when you both climbed into bed, part of you wanted to pass out in your boyfriends arm and not think about the past few hours.

another part of you saw him in boxers and nothing else, and wanted to take your mind off the tragedy that was today.

so you pounced.

you were on him in a second, on his lap, arms around his neck while your hips ground into his.

it didn't take long until he was on top of you, ready and eager to help you in any way he was allowed. his forearms were braced beside your head, hips slowly rolling into yours while he thrusted into you with patience, waiting for your command.

until it felt off.

you were clenching too tight, like you wanted him to slip out and not be able to re-enter. you werent digging your nails into his shoulders because the sex was good. it was because you were uncomfortable but you didn't know how to say it.

izuku pulled out slowly, stayed hovered over you but looked at your face with the most concern you've ever seen.

"what's the matter? talk to me, please." he almost whined, you could see the way his eyes glistened because he was afraid he had hurt you.

"I thought it would make me feel better but I can't-" your words got caught behind a silent sob, you covered your face and shook your head as the emotions took over. "I'm sorry izuku, I know I initiated and I'm sor-"

"don't ever apologize," he made it his mission to never interrupt you because he saw it as disrespectful, but this was different. you were apologizing for something that wasn't your fault and he couldn't stand to hear it. "please darling, don't."

he peeled your hands away from your face gently, still bracing himself up on his forearms that were still littered with scars from highschool. "tell me what you need, okay? whatever it is, I'll do it."

he wasn't pinning you down, wasn't trying to control you in any way, just holding you close enough so you knew he was still there. still patient. "..sweets?"

izuku was off you in that second, pulling his boxers up clumsily, rushing to the kitchen to find anything to fix that craving for you. you just sat there for a while before getting dressed again. you could hear him muttering and yanking open cabinets like a madman.

when he finally came back, he had a bowl of ice cream, a candy bar he stuffed in his bag for lunch breaks at work, some marshmallows that were stuffed in the back of the pantry and a can of your favorite soda.

"is this enough? I'm sorry we don't have more, I tried to find anything we had with-"

"it's more than enough, izuku, thank you."

-

more often than not, sero was always ready for you. at the snap of your fingers, his dick would be hard and ready and throbbing and begging to be inside of you, no matter where.

it wasn't because you had magical superpowers that made him hard all the time, it's because of how much he lovvvedddd you. obsessive, honestly.

every night he came home and you were already in bed, he'd wait just a little longer to fall asleep in case you woke up and needed him. when he was on breaks at work, he'd check his phone for an hour to see if you texted and asked him to come home.

he just loved you so much, he couldn't help but give you exactly what you want, exactly when you need it.

especially when you called him at work, said you were leaving early and expected him to already be home. he was on an hour break, but he was speeding back to the apartment before you could say it again.

you were already in bed, wearing absolutely nothing under the covers, a pout on your lips and patiently playing with your pussy while you waited for your boyfriend to get home.

"ma?" he was already kicking off his shoes and unzipping his hero costume, trying his best to rush to the bedroom where he knew you were. the sight of you would've been enough to get him hard if he wasn't already.

you were in your side facing the door, hand between your legs, eyes barely open, lips parted with the softest noises he's ever heard spilling out.

"fuck." he muttered before getting the rest of his clothes off and joining you on the bed. this has happened enough times for him to know what you wanted. you wanted rough, fast, hard enough to cry.

and he gave that to you.

out you in a headlock, fucked your dripping cunt until your poor lips were swollen and gripping him so tightly. "god, your perfect, amor.."

he would whisper in your ear, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach so you could feel him that much deeper. "feel what you do to me? every time I come home and your like this- fuck, it ruins me."

you both went an hour, his agency called and texted but he wasn't paying attention at all. he was too pussy drunk to notice or care.

but after rounds of you and him cumming over and over again, you began to feel raw, your ass was red and had his hand marks all over it, your throat was dry and torn from screaming his name so much. you simply couldn't take it anymore!

you scratched at his forearm and patted it twice, your little signal that you needed to stop but couldn't say the words out loud. his thrusts stopped, he let go of you but kept you close. "what's wrong, mi vida? you usually don't tap out for another hour?"

"'ts too much.." you were hiccuping at this point, babbling through overstimulated tears. "I know I called you out of work, I'm sorry I can't anymore."

he wasn't mad, he's never mad at you. just worried, scared that he hurt you, upset that your apologizing for something you didn't necessarily have control over.

he pulled out of you gently, left your tight hole dripping with his cum mixed with yours and gently turned you on your back. facing him, you saw how messed up his hair was, the sweat that clung to his skin in layers, the frown on his plump lips.

"don't apologize, okay?" he smoothed the hair on your head, giving your forehead a soft kiss before grabbing a clean washcloth from the basket of clothes you haven't folded yet.

he cleaned you up, made sure you were comfortable before putting his hero costume back on and taming his hair. "I'll be back in a few hours, get some rest and I'll make dinner when I get home." he whispered against your lips before slipping out of the bedroom, and you slipped into sleep.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

time to disappear for another three months, ok bye

i. midoriya

izuku’s phone buzzes with your text just after midnight. are you awake? he answers back and rushes out the door before you even get to finish typing the next sentence. he knows all too well what it means when you text him so suddenly like this and he wasn’t going to waste a second getting to you.

when you open the door to his frantic knocks, he’s still in his sweatpants and pajama shirt, curls a mess and sticking out at every possible angle, shoes not even tied properly. it’s overtly obvious he ran all the way there. 

a deep worry contorts his features as his eyes scan over your face, expression softening when he notices the tear stains streaking down your cheeks. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received, shuffling inside the dorm as he closes the door behind him with his foot. 

“...you don’t have to talk until you’re ready,” he says quietly, rubbing a hand in gentle circles across your back. 

“i feel stupid,” you sniffle pathetically into his shoulder, tears dampening his t-shirt in small, uneven blotches. “i should be able to handle this—i’m sorry.” the words come out shaky and meek despite your best efforts.

“don’t say that, y/n.” he pulls back, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “you don’t have to handle this alone.” izuku brushes your hair carefully from off your face and behind your ear before pressing a kiss featherlight against your forehead. he stays as long as you need him to, whether that be a few hours or the rest of the night.

k. bakugou

katsuki was out late buying a few things from a nearby gas station when you called him, the tremble in your small voice and hushed sniffles enough to let him know immediately what was going on. he drops everything without a second thought, rushing back to the dorms quicker than he ever had before. 

you’re already crying when he gets there only minutes after your call, clearly slightly winded from running all the way here. katsuki doesn’t waste a second pulling you into his arms upon opening the door, grip impossibly tight, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “katsuki, i’m s—”

“don’t.” he immediately cuts you off, still refusing to let go of your trembling frame. after a minute or so passes, he finally pulls away and studies your expression with a careful intent you’d never quite seen out of him before. eventually, the two of you wind up laying on your bed in silence, katsuki’s fingers gently intertwined within your own as you stare up at the ceiling. “...talk.” he grumbles, gaze scanning over your face.

“i don’t know what to say, kats.”

“fine then don’t,” he says, tone lacking his usual anger and frustration. “i’ll sit here all damn night if i have to.” his grip tightens incrementally when you finally turn to face him again, face still damp with tears.

“you’d really do that?”

“tch, obviously.” he scoffs, reaching an arm around your shoulder to pull you to rest against his chest. “get some sleep. still have training tomorrow, dumbass.” katsuki gently threads his fingers through your hair and presses a soft kiss against your head as he turns the lights off, making absolutely sure he doesn’t fall asleep before you do.

s. todoroki

shoto realises what’s going on before you even say a word. you’ve been unusually quiet all evening in the dorm common room, digging your nails against your skin as you fight back tears while the class plays games around you. you eventually excuse yourself to your room, but shoto decides to wait just a few minutes before going off to find you. 

you find yourself stuck drowning in the same thought process you had every night before for god knows how long. it always led to someplace you didn’t want to go, but you could never seem to stop it. that was until shoto landed a few, soft knocks to your door. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” you hadn’t realised you started to cry until a warm tear slipped past your lashes and down your cheek, quickly swiping it away before he could see. 

shoto looked genuinely concerned when you opened the door, eyebrows twisted and eyes carrying a slight glassiness that wasn’t particularly usual for him. he sits quietly beside you on the bed as rain taps against your window, keeping company without completely crowding you. for a while, neither of you speaks, until you finally break the silence. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

he turns to you immediately. a cold hand wraps itself around yours and lightly squeezes as he speaks, “nothing is wrong with you.” shoto pauses momentarily as you glance up to his face, tears coming on quicker than you’d anticipated. “i think you’re hurting. and that’s okay.”

“i don’t want you to see me like this.”

“why?” he questions quietly, hand never leaving your own.

“it’s not fair to you. i don’t want to burden you or—”

“you’re not a burden. i don’t understand how caring for you could be unfair.” shoto simply leaves it at that and refuses to allow you to question it any further, gently pulling you into a hug as his hand smoothes over your back. he stays there with you the rest of the night, whether you want silence or to actually talk it out. all that matters to him is that you’re safe.

e. kirishima

eijirou knows you better than any other person ever could—it’s no surprise when he instantly spots that you’re having a hard week without needing to say a word. he watches the way you move sluggishly through training and hardly touch your food at meals, or the way you continue to wear hoodies in burning hot weather. he tries not to pressure you to talk to him when you can’t, but eventually he just can’t take seeing you like this a second longer.

you’re lying quietly in your bed, staring a hole into the ceiling when eijirou knocks on your door and breaks through the endless cycle of thoughts. “y/n, can i come in?” you stand and open the door without any questions, immediately sitting back down on the edge of your mattress when he walks through the door. eijirou sits right beside you, instantly pulling you into his chest for a hug when he notices the way your shoulders are shaking. 

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle against his hoodie, hands gripping against him like its the only thing keeping your grounded in the moment. 

“please don’t apologise,” he says, softer than you’ve ever heard him before. a large hand moves to trace comforting circles along your back, his other hand gently threading through the back of your hair. “you don’t have to be tough around me, y/n—i want to help you.”

‘’i just feel so terrible all the time.” what started as quiet tears quickly morphs into full on sobs, soaking his hoodie as you bury your face against him. “i don’t know what to do anymore.” 

you can practically feel the way eijirou’s heart breaks at that, tightening his arms around you as tears prickle just barely at his eyes. “thats okay.” he trembles, head pulling back without loosening his grip to plant a tender kiss over your forehead. “you don’t need to fix everything now—just focus on getting through tonight, yeah?”

d. kaminari

denki has an uncanny ability to tell immediately when your smile is faked. typically, he’d try to make you laugh, maybe with some corny joke or by embarrassing himself in front of the entire class. today was different. something swirled behind your eyes that told him maybe he couldn’t fix this with a stupid joke.

the rest of the class had already go off to their dorm rooms for the night, likely to get some rest for the hours of training aizawa had planned for you tomorrow. you sat quietly on the couch in the common room, fighting back tears just as you had every other day for the past week. denki found you there and silently took his place beside you, hands folded neatly in his lap as he stared at the floor. “i don’t know what to say,” he says.

“me neither.” you force a small, shaky laugh in hopes of lightening the mood but it doesn’t come out the way you intended. 

“so…” he nudges your shoulder lightly, bringing a hand to clasp around your own. “can i just…stay?” you finally turn to face him with those words, lip quivering almost unnoticeably. that was the most anyone had shown they truly cared in weeks. you nodded slowly and denki opened up his arms, allowing you to lay comfortably against his chest. 

he puts on some random movie at the lowest possible volume, but neither of you really pay attention to it. denki’s focus is entirely engulfed by you—your breathing, movements, facial expressions, everything. eventually about halfway through, you finally get yourself to speak. “i’m glad you’re here, denki,” you say, hardly louder than a whisper.

denki presses a featherlight kiss into your hair, smiling just barely. “me too.” 

t. iida

you’ve grown into a habit of calling tenya when your nights get particularly difficult or when the blade resting on your nightstand stares at you for just a little too long. so by now, he knows exactly what’s going on when you call him so late like this, and answers on the first ring. “...i’m sorry,” you tremble through tears, voice muffled in the speaker of his phone.

“you have absolutely nothing to apologise for.” his voice is firm and steady, but still impossibly gentle, just as he always is when handling you. after a few minutes pass, you open your door to tenya standing there with a thermos of tea and a small bag of your favourite snacks. there’s a small smile curving at his lips despite the obvious concern twisting across his eyebrows. “i was unsure of what might be most helpful…” he says softly. “so i prepared several options.”

once he’s made sure you have something to eat or drink, he sits quietly beside you on the bed, wrapping a hand carefully around yours and gently squeezing. “i cannot promise to solve everything tonight.” he starts, bringing his gaze to meet yours. “but i can promise that you will not face it alone.”

 you lip quivers despite your best efforts to stop it. “i feel like i’m too much.”