Miri's here 🐍

He is definitely going to death stare at you, as if you had just insulted him to the core with this gift.

“Tch, what do you think I'm going to do with this when I've got the real thing right here ?!” he referred to the fact that you were sleeping in his dorm and that was enough to keep his cravings sated.

“Yes, but that's for when I'm not here !” you laughed at the way the slight blush began to spread from his neck to his ears.

“Well I can wait, I'm not a sex addict !!” his voice rose a little more as if he could hide - you - hide what you both already knew.

“Keep telling yourself what can make you sleep at night,” you snickered, “We both know very well in what condition you come back from the gym.”

“It's not the same dumbass !!” he exploded, the red covering his whole face.

As grumpy as he had been when you had given it to him, the reality was that now, with you gone for a week on an internship mission, his objects were starting to head in spite of himself towards the toy he had tossed in the back of a closet thinking he had never needed it.

The reality was that no matter how many times he used his hand to relieve himself, it didn't take away the funny ache he had in his balls, the kind of ache that only disappears after being buried in your tight pussy.

So it was after spending a miserable day with only the dull, constant and rhythmic throb in his boxers to think about, that as he strode determinedly back to his dorm he headed for his closet.

He swore under his breath as he ran his fingers through the narrow entrance, swallowing hard, “Shit it's fucking tight.”

The mere thought of what he was about to do made his erection bounce in his boxers.

He sat on the edge of his bed wondering how the hell in was going to get his cock into such a tight opening, “Good thing we have lube,” he thought, although all the pre that had leaked from the head of his cock would have made a perfect substitute.

Even being alone in his room he was too prideful to let even the slightest sound of pleasure escape his lips even as he came to bottom out just right between the soft velvety walls.

“Hhhn- t's taking me so well,” he muttered looking down where his flushed cock was buried in the tight opening.

He doesn't want to admit it, but watching his own hips rolling and grinding against it is turning him on, and he knows he ain't gonna last long.

And true to his thoughts he doesn't, it is not even been 10 min and he is already muffling his groans against his muscled forearm as he buries himself all the way to the base one last time before his hips stutters and he spills thick ropes of cum deep inside it.

He lies back on his bed, thighs trembling a little, as he tries to pull free his softening cock.

The suction noise when he tried to pull out was so obscene it made him blush all over again, the pressure was so strong he felt like the toy was trying to pull his soul out by his dick.

“Fuck I swear this bullshit is going to make me hard again,” he sighed, but it didn't erase the post climax haze smile on his lips.

Yup even if he had never admitted to using it, it was sure he had used it again, and maybe even took it with him when he went on long training courses away from you.

Izuku Midoriya

You were a little apprehensive before giving him your gift, thinking that he might take it the wrong way or find it inappropriate, even perverse.

That is why you decided not to be present when he unwrapped the gift you had personally chosen for him.

However, he is no fool either : when he opened the carefully wrapped package, he knew at a glance what it was... and he was so ashamed of it.

He was also ashamed of how quickly his cock hardened in his pants.

He didn't have lube in his dorm, but it was impossible to get past the shame of going to the drugstore to buy some, especially with the obvious tent in his pants.

Besides, he was too horny to wait another 20 min, so he used all the pre that was already dripping from the flushed head of his cock to wet the entrance and ease his way in.

He didn't even wait for the fleshlight to model itself to his cock (not that he really needed it) to fuck it, hard.

He was so pent up by classes, exams and training that he finished so quickly.

But he had enough stamina to go on for at least 3 more rounds.

“S-shit I can’t stop moving my hips-” he whimpered.

That evening he missed the pizza and movie night and Kirishima was worried and came knocking on Izuku's door. Taken by surprise, the green haired man lost his concentration and almost nutted in the tight sleeve.

His body will definitely wake him up early tomorrow to drain his balls some more.

On your return, you went straight to his dorm to say hello. By the sounds you were hearing he was in the shower, clueless that you were facing the fleshlight filled with a fresh load of cum resting on his bed.

He was horrified as he got out of the bathroom, a single towel resting dangerously low on his hips, his face was beat red, his hands waving in every possible direction to attract your attention elsewhere than the reason for his sleepless nights.

“Oh come on,” you chuckled “Don’t be ashamed now ‘Zuku,” your voice was soft, “Actually I’d love to see you use it.”

At your words he squirmed, and while one might have thought it was of discomfort, the blood shooting to his dick, which tented obscenely under the towel said otherwise.

Shoto Todoroki

When he saw the inconspicuous box sitting on his desk he thought you had made a mistake, it is not his birthday today

As he unwrapped it he still didn't know what it was, and for a second thought it was a pencil holder.

You nearly had a heart attack when he arrived in the common area of the dorms with it in his hand.

When you rushed him back to the dorms he let out a little “oh” when you explained what it was for.

He doesn't understand what he needs it for if you are there, he is sure it couldn't possibly be as good as the real thing, but you insisted that it was a new experience and that you had ordered one exactly to his measurements, tight as he likes, and it got his attention

He is surprised by the sheer realism and lifelike texture of the walls inside, also by the precision of the dimensions.

Will tell you it did take the edge off, but will never admit that night he gave it 4 thick loads of cum

Even during class he would feel his balls throbbing at the idea of going back to his dorm and burying himself deep in his fleshlight

He alternates between one hand and the other to hold the fleshlight to make its inside cold or hot, depending on his needs.

He noticed that he finished faster when it was hot, reminding him of your interior.

He definitely edges himself at night or early in the morning, legs spread comfortably on his fûton, hips rolling lazily in the tight heat, pulling out at the last second as he feels he is about to cum.

He missed once or twice and ended up shooting on his chest and sheets.

He already knew something was wrong the moment you walked into his room. Well he is an investigator, the best in the world.

Furthermore, from the outset it was suspicious because he had taken the night off - for once - and it was you who had insisted on taking time out together.

His dark eyes followed your silhouette attentively as you walked slowly to the desk chair where you placed your jacket.

Without a sound, his eyes followed your slow pace towards the adjoining bathroom.

He waited for you to come out of the bathroom, followed by the steam from the quick shower you had just taken, more out of necessity than desire. If it wasn't for the respect you had for him, you wouldn't have even bothered to take the damn shower.

He waited until you finally sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers straight away, to say "Y/n, you feeling alright ? You look strange… out of it."

Of course true to form he was very direct about the question, no point in hiding what you both already know very well.

You sighed, thinking you could avoid it, but you knew he knew.

After you had left a silence before answering, he had also quickly understood that you weren't in the mood to talk, not that you didn't want to, but that you didn't have the strength.

He approached gently so as not to startle you and wrapped his arms around your torso, remembering the studies he had read about the calming power of physical contact over words.

And just as he had hoped, you relaxed, leaning back against his chest, letting a breath of relief slip from your lips.

“I did the right thing looking into this subject, it finally came in handy,” he thought, holding you a little tighter against him.

“If you want to talk about it, I'm here,” he added, hoping not to rush you.

You turned in his embrace, and he tightened his arms around you to make you even more comfortable.

His lips delivered a long kiss to the side of your head, which gave you a little more of the comfort you needed.

With you now nestled in his arms he shuffled farther on the bed, so he could comfortably lie down with you still in his arms.

You let him guide you, breathing peacefully in his scent once you both lie side by side, your back tightly pressed against his stomach.

“T-thank you,” you hiccuped as a few tears slid down your cheeks and onto his forearm.

He is carefully holding your still trembling body against his, your face resting above the top of his head as you breathe in the floral scent of his hair.

You sighed deeply as you felt him shift before hugging you tighter.

His face sat there, peacefully against your chest, his lips curved in the dreamiest of smiles.

But Muichiro is no less sensitive, the slightest movement makes his thighs still pleasantly sore from wrecking you moments before.

You thought his eyes would have been closed with how much effort he has put into it, but when you opened your eyes you saw him fondly peering at you from underneath.

He would nuzzle his face against your chest telling you how soft they are before leaving one or two more kisses on the tender flesh, his naked body tightly pressed against yours.

Though he grunted as he reluctantly moved from your warmth when he got up to get you some water. He knew you needed it because of all the juices he had been lapping at you during your foreplays.

But then like a lost puppy he would rush back to your side, curling against the body he had been mapping for so long.

“Y’feel good t’cuddle with,” he slurred a little drowsy in his post-nut state.

And after a beat, “I don’t wanna move,” he murmured lazily as if scared to disrupt the calm atmosphere.

“Is it better than the sex ?” you teased, please at the light blush spreading on his cheeks.

But he was unapologetically honest, “Of course not”

His mouth continued to nip and suck all over your chest, just in case you didn’t have enough proof that you were his on your skin.

Sometimes he would keep you in his arms like this just to gather his breath after some intense sex. It could go up to 1 hour if he felt like taking a nap.

On some other times that would start exactly like that, he would end up getting hard and ready all over again against your thigh, or your plump ass after 20 min ( less when he was really pent up ).

“Is there something bothering you Mui ?” would be the first thing you would say, knowing very well that if he was wired the right way he wouldn’t lose another second before taking you into a perfect mating press on the soft sheets of his fûton

“Do not even start with that. Wouldn’t be happening in the first place if you were not wiggling your hips like that” he would grunt, his voice still rough from moaning your name again and again.

And truth be told you were not wiggling your hips, it was more like him rutting his hardening cock against your backside, and being too prideful to assume it outloud.

His strong arms would wrap around your chest as he would pull you back on his lap, where the heavy press of his throbbing cock would make you sigh against the eager mouth that was already on yours.