Little things I think could happen when you have sex with the pros/villains of MHA.
Warnings: swearing, timeskip heros, -sometimes accidental- misuse of quirks, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral, fingering, smut, small but minor injuries, some mentions of blood, incorrect use of a gaming controllers vibration setting, threesome (with the same person), slight blood kink?, small burns, fem!reader, slight pain kink??, grinding/dry humping, one use of y/n.
Characters mentioned (in order): Katsuki Bakugo/dynamite, Shoto todorki, Izuku Midoriya/dekuâŚTouya Todoroki/Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Jin Bubaigawara/twice.
His hands are secured on your inner thighs, fingertips pressing down harshly against your skin- your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds into you on his knees, his head tilts back and his mouth slightly opened in pleasure, you can feel every fucking inch of him moving desperately in and out of you at this angle and itâs making you see stars- your own head tilted back against your shared headboard, hands gripping onto the bedsheets next to your hips.
His spiked hair is a mess over his forehead, stuck to his skin by his caramel scented sweat, the same sweat that coats his chest, making him even hotter above you, turning you on in a way nobodyâs ever made you feel before. Hot. Like fireworks- gunpowder smoke.
Your both bare, bodies pressed together in the most intimate way- recently, youâve become Dynamites favourite way of releasing stress. Itâs not unusual for him to call for a quick fuck after patrol or a long day. And god- do you love it when you see his name light up your phone like it has been the past four months. Youâve found yourself like this- being used like a slut -at least twice a week by the #4 pro hero.
âK-kats-â you gasp, eyes squeezing shut- âmâso close-!â You warn, your chest heaving as you feel that coil in your stomach readying to snap- âI know, baby- iâknow- just hold on!â He huffs, holding you tighter.
âHold on fâme-â He pants, feeling himself getting closer and closer with every quick thrust, his eyes locked onto your breasts as they bounce in time with his movements, shit- to him, you have the most perfect body, everything about you gets him off- heâs jerked off to your pictures for as long as he can remember but seeing it right in front of him- feeling you shaking and needing him, fuck- itâs enough to make him wanna cry.
âhm! Ugh- canât-â you suddenly clamp- hard -around him, your orgasm tearing through you. You really couldnât help yourself! He was hitting every spot so well!
He whines- actually whines, the harsh feeling caused his own orgasm to suddenly rip through his lower abdomen, heat shooting up from his dick to his chest to his neck, all the way to his earsâand as he does, tiny little, hot, sparks burn onto your skin from his hands, casing you to gasp and sit up, your thighs pushing gently against his hands.
âKatsuki-!â The burns send flickers of pain..but also- pleasure? Down your spine, your hips twitching as you feel your orgasm being dragged out by the feeling- fuck, are you into that? Wouldnât suprise you- everything Kats does turns you on, even if it is indirectly burning you.
He doesnât realise whatâs happened at first, too lost in the feeling as he pushes in and out harder as he reaches his peak, cumming deep into the condom he put on with a small groan of your name into the otherwise quiet bedroom. He pauses and pants for a moment..until he seems to snap out of it and brings his hands anyway and sees tiny little star shaped burn marks on your thighs right where his fingertips where pressed firmly down.
It takes him a moment through his pleasured daze to realise what they are- but the second he does, a look of dread takes over his face. âOh- shit-â His hands shoot down to rub against your skin, he moves to sit up, obviously to get you some ice or a cold flannel, anything to ease the pain- but freezes when your hand grabs his wrist. âDo it again.â The look in your eyes is suddenly much less loving and more- needy..desperate. âAgain-?â âAgain.â And shit, heâs be lying if he didnât fucking love it, loves your attitudeâŚloves you.
Shotos head has been between your thighs for what feels like hours- pulling countless orgasms from you left, right and centre..your more surprised at how strong his jaw is than anything, his fingers pushing in and out of your dripping hole slowly, sensually, humming at the sight of your need coming from your dripping hole with every move.
âSho..â you moan, your head tilting back against the edge of the bed, weak and desperate for his dick. You feel so empty yet so full at the same time, his wet muscle slides and sucks and pushes against your clit- his fingers teasingly curling against that spot deep inside- each movment bringing you closer to your nth orgasm.
You feel abit hazy, your hips rolling against his mouth, hands pushing though his hair, the mismatched strands pushing into each over- âSho-â You whisper, your whole body feels warm..as if itâs on fire, you feel so fucking hot..yeah- hot. So, so warm. A bead of sweat drips slowly down the side of your head, making your nose scrunch up slightly- huh? Wait- you feel a little too hot-
Your eyes shoot open as you sit up- only to see the entire left side of his body in flames. Panic rises in your chest- the pleasure between your legs and in your lower stomach dissolving instantly. âShoto, your on- fire!â You bring your hips away from his mouth in panic, ignoring the disappointed sound he makes, until he realises whatâs going on- âOh..I didnât realise-â he turns his quirk off, only a little bit of smoke coming from his hair and arm. Sitting up just a touch to make sure he hasnât caught the bed, or worse- you, on fire- he lets out a relieved sigh when he doesnât see any damage. Not on your skin, anyway.
He was getting off from the taste of you on his tounge- he was enjoying himself just a little too much, his hips pushing and grinding down against the bed. Heâs always enjoyed pushing his head between your legs and this time he may have gone slightly overboard. The sweet noises you were making- from above and below were too much for him to hold back, he was rather close to the edge himself.
Thereâs aâŚrather large dark, charcoal, mark where the front of his his thighs were pressed against the sheets but he seems to simply shrug it off as he leans up more and looks at you. âSorry.â You scoff and relax against the bed. âFuck, Sho- you scared me.â You let out a small laugh of disbelief. You didnât think he was that into giving you head. âI think I got abit distracted.â He admits, a tiny little, embarrassed, smile pulling at the side of his mouth. âYou donât say?â You say sarcastically but with a hint of that playfulness you canât seem to switch off when it comes to the #2 hero.
He can only laugh, moving further up your body, his hands shifting to the sides of your head, his hips now against yours. âIs the bed okay-?â You ask and go to glance down- he grabs your chin gently with two fingers and makes you look at him instead. âI can get new sheets.â
You raise a suspicious eyebrow at him. âWhy would we need new shee-â he cuts you off with a firm kiss. âI can get new sheets.â He insists again, slightly more desperate as he kisses you again, obviously trying to distract you from the mess where his knees now are. âSho-â another kiss- which you can only giggle at, kissing him back instantly.
And youâre the fool for letting it work so fast, instantly giving in and kissing him back. You seem to forgive and forget way to easily with your fiancĂŠ- but it doesnât bother you too much. You love him enough to forgive him every single time.
Your straddling your very flushed boyfriends hips, grinding down against him slowly as your tongue sensually moves against his. The lights in your shared apartment are dimmed and the papers he was marking are forgotten on the coffee table in front of the couch your both sat on. Heâs been sooo stressed with work- having to deal with both teaching and hero work can be such a chore -which means he hasnât had much time for you.
Heâd never purposefully leave you so..desperate- he didnât even realise how much you needed him until you shoved the pen out of his scarred hand and literally climbed on top of him. Your hands are now roaming over his chest slowly, your fingers pressing against the thin shirt heâs wearing, making him moan softly into the kiss, heat settling in your lower stomach at the sound. How could you not literally pounce on him?? Itâs been nearly a week since heâs even kissed you properly- and now heâs sat there, in light grey, very loose, joggers and a slightly oversized t-shirt that fits him so fucking nicely.
âYou look so good like this, Izu..â You whisper against his lips, staring into his green eyes with half lidded eyes- a determined look on your face. âAnd youâve been working oh-so hard, baby..you deserve a break too!â You insist, hands exploring down his body, fingertips brushing over his abs and pecs through the material.
âGorgeous-â He tries, but your quick to shut him up with a purposely harder grind, lips coming down to kiss along his cheek instead- slowly moving down, along his jaw to his chin, then down the front of his neck, your back arching slightly with the effort, which only turns him on more. âOh, god- y/n, wait-â He pants softly. This is embarrassing- he can already feel himself getting a little too close to finishing for his liking.
That warm feeling gets hotter and hotter with every needy roll of your hips and wet, sloppy, kiss to his neck- your definitely leaving marks.
âah!â He gasps as you suddenly bite softly against his skin, his hips jerking up. âJesus- someoneâs a little needy, huh?â He says as he laughs nervously- closing his eyes to try and concentrate on anything BUT literally cumming in his pants like heâs fifteen again. His hands moving to your lower thighs, a warning.
Thereâs been times when heâs came in his pants just from your kisses- once from just a wink, but heâs made you swear to never talk about it again out of embarrassment and he fears this time is another one of those times.
âI know, baby- mâsorry-â you say as you suck against his skin slightly harsher and move slightly faster against him, the little sleep shorts you have on doing nothing to block the friction your making against his joggers- âfeels so good.â You admit, slowly running your tounge Dorothy the side of his neck up until you reach the bottom of his ear. âDoesnât it?â You donât miss the way his throat bobs nervously as he swallows, his hips shifting desperately up-
âFuck, my love- Iâm close, Iâm so close-â he admits, letting out a shaky, needy, breathe when you donât stop, his cheeks and ears flushed as he tilts his head back against the sofa, his hands gripping harder on your skin. âSâokay, baby- let it out for me.â You say, pressing one last kiss to his cheek as he suddenly wraps his arms around you to hold you closer as he cums in his pants, a low moan leaving his lips into your ear as his hips jerk- a larger wet patch surrounding the front of his joggers. He shivers slightly against you, shoving his head against the side of your neck as he pants harshly- his green hair ticking your skin. âFuck.â You giggle softly- only sturring him on further.
âYou think this is funny?â He says breathlessly, despite the small smile playing at his lips. âRight.â He stands up suddenly, pushing you over his shoulder casually as he does, making you squeal and kick your legs as you laugh, holding onto his upper back- âIzuku-!â You giggle and smile as he carries you with ease towards your bedroom. âYeah- weâll see whoâs laughing in a minute.â His words make a sly grin appear on your face, your plan worked perfectly.
Your on your knees infront of his bed, hands on his bare thighs, rubbing up and down on the staples along his scarred and burnt skin, his fingers are twisting and pulling on your hair as you take his length down your throat, your tounge swirling and sucking on his tip. He has those pretty little silver staples allll over his body, his face- arms, chest, legsâŚbut the one place most people donât know about are the two on his dick. Thatâs mostly because he doesnât go around spreading the word about them.
Theyâre much smaller than the others and they rest on the sides of his longer length, about three inches down from his pretty pink tip. They sometimes get caught on his pants- or a loose thread on his boxers when your trying to undress him in a hurry, but he only ever lets out a small hiss if theyâre freshly placed or a small laugh if heâs been needing to switch them out. They keep the burnt skin near the middle of his cock in place.
You look up at him through your lashes as you take him down your throat easily, lips wrapped around him- your nose pushing into the lighter hairs at his base with every slow bob of your head.
At first you found it disgusting and disturbing how..purple parts of it looked- but now you love the feeling of them sliding and pushing against your walls, the way they feel against your lips when he taps his dick against them. Itâs nearly seven inches, has good girth- and a pretty little tip- I mean, cmon- who wouldnât wanna tap that after seeing it?
You moan softly, the hum vibrating along his length, making a low groan escape his mouth- âshit-â he tugs harder on your hair, the movement makes your head tilt slightly- and you let out a small grunt of pain when you feel..your tounge stuck to his dick. âOwowowow-â you say around him and open your mouth, bringing it away- only to see the side of your tounge stuck against one of his staples- the slightly wonky one on his right side.
He canât help the surprised yet amused sound that leaves his throat, hand gripping your hair tighter as he stops your head. âDonât. Move.â He grumbles and brings one hand down to his sensitive dick, gently using two fingers to take your tongue off the warmed piece of metal, some blood pooling from the smaller wound on your wet muscle. âOw- asshole!â You scoff and bring your hand up to your mouth.
âItâs not like I meant it or anything.â He snarls and quickly fixes the staple, putting it swiftly back in place. âThatâs the last time I give you head.â You half-joke as blood begins to pool around your tounge, leaving a coppery taste in your mouth. It doesnât even hurt that bad- itâs like youâve bit it rather than caught it on anything.
âSorry.â He mumbles after a moment of looking at the blood that runs along your bottom lip, he didnât mean to hurt you- not at all. God, he hates how easy it can be to hurt you sometimes. His fingers gently twirling your hair rather than pulling it as you stand up. Your eyes soften just a touch. Your one of the few people who get to see this side of Touya. before you lean up and kiss him, letting him taste the red liquid- he moans and pushes his tounge against your- then against your lip, sucking gently on it.
âIâm sure you can make it up to me, right?...â You say quietly, letting him know youâre not mad- or in too much pain. he grins, pulling you onto the bed on top of him, snickering as you playfully push your hands through his dark locks, shoving his head back against the bed for you to ride.
Youâve been trying to get his attention with loud sighs and over-exaggerated huffs for the past twenty minutes but itâs not exactly working. Heâs been on his game for nearly an hour insisting heâd only be âfive minutes.â Bullshit. Youâve been waiting for ages! Your laid on his bed in nothing but pretty black panties he stole for you and one of his shirts- and he still doesnât even bother to look at you.
âShiggyyyyy.â You whine and stand up, walking towards his gaming setup- your chin rests on the top of his gaming chair near where his head is, your hands move to the back of the arms of it. âCmon, you say five minutes.â Your eyes scan over his computer screen, heâs playing some sort of gun game you donât recognise- then you look to his hands, the gloves that cover his middle fingers to eliminate any chances of him destroying anything. âI didnât come in here to stare at the wall.â You turn your head slightly to whisper it into his ear- only then does he hesitate slightly. His blue hair pushes against your cheek gently.
âIâm nearly done.â He grumbles, voice croaky and dry as he tries his best to ignore your breath against the side of his neck. âYou said that half an hour ago.â You point out as you move your hands to his shoulders, slowly running them down the front of his arms, towards his elbows where they rest lazily on his knees. He sighs and pauses his game, tilting his head back sideways against his chair to look up at you. âCâmere.â He says and pats his knee.
Youâre quick to move into his lap, hips straddling his- your hands on his lower chest. âYeah?â You whisper, leaning in and pressing a soft, short, kiss to his lips- he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, unamused at your neediness. You look over his face- his lidded eyes, the flashing from his game giving him a certain glow thatâs usually hidden under the dim lights of the bars lighting or his hood..âCanât wait ten minutes, can you?â You scoff and just as your about to defend yourself you feel his thumb pressing against your lower core through your panties, slowly shifting up until it brushes against your clit. âShit-â you swallow, heat building up quicker than you expected.
âYou want some attention, brat?â He says and circles his thumb slowly, his eyes glancing down lazily. âHm?â He hums when you donât respond, too busy gently pushing your hips against his thumb, desperate for some sort of friction- âyes-! Yeah, yeah, I want attention-â You admit, cheeks flushing slightly. âThought so.â He mumbles, chapped lips parting slightly as his red eyes stare dead into yours. He looks to his controller..and smirks slightly. He brings his hand away- âhey-â you shift, eyebrows pinching together in slight frustration and confusion.
âStay still.â He says as he brings it between your legs slowly, pressing the edge of the left part of it right against your core. âHuh?â You raise an eyebrow and look down, lips parted- âTomura? What are you doing-â You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp as his thumb flicks against a button at the back- stronger vibrations suddenly shoot against your clit. âF-fuck-â your fingers curl against his black shirt- âah- oh, god-â you swallow- âthat feels good, hm?â He raises a pale eyebrow as your hips start moving more firmly against the edge his controller, eyes closed in concentration. âY-yeah, hmph- it does, actually-â he chuckles darkly at how surprised you sound, his cock twitching in his jeans. âWell this is all your getting until you cum, sweetheart.â He watches as your chest begins to heave- your thighs twitching slightly..
His free hand pushes up your stomach under your shirt, along your sides up to your breast, fingers teasing over your nipple, the cold tips of them as they roll and gently pinch making you shiver and grunt, your eyes rolling back under your eyelids- ângh-â
âYour close already?â He asks mockingly- though he knows itâs bullshit making fun of you, he barely lasts five minutes whenever his dicks in your mouth or buried deep in your pussy. âHmhm!â You nod, stilling against the controller as a damp patch appears on your underwear, your breathing coming out harshly as you cum, letting out a soft moan of- âTomura!â He grins for another moment or two before he turns it off. âGonna let me play now?â You, in a pleasured daze, nod- and go limp as you rest against him- your chin on his shoulder. He casually unpauses his game and continues to play, a smug smirk on his face as he thinks over exactly what heâs going to do to you the second he wins- which he will, he always does.
Having a teammate who not only (obviously) has a thing for you- but can also spit himself in two, is possibly the luckiest thing to happen to you all year. You watch as the two versions of Jin look you over, both of their cocks already stirring in their pants despite you doing nothing but lying on the bed..in nothing but your underwear you decided to buy especially for tonight- to suprise him. Well- them. âJin, I want you too-â
âYes-?!" âYes?â They both eagerly respond at the same time, moving slightly closer to the edge of the mattress. The first Jinâs hand goes to steady himself against it, the other Jins breath hitches as he looks over your breasts pushed against the lace of the bra. You smirk. âTo..stop any confusion, for tonight..your Jin.â You point at the Jin you know is your teammate- âand your Twice.â You point at the copy he was so eager to create to be able to see you like this. All it took was one little bat of your eyelids and a âplease?â And he was down to create a hundred versions of himself to keep you happy.
They both nod eagerly, happy to let you be in charge. âJin. I want you on your knees- at my front.â Heâs quick to move, breath hitching slightly as he leans down on his stomach. âWaitwaitwait- thatâs not fair, what if I wanna give you my dick too?â Twice frowns, moving forwards and shifting so heâs right next to you on the bed, one of his hands goes to your hip, the other to your upper thigh- or is that Jin-?
Look, your already getting confused- the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne infiltrates your nose and your not sure if you hate it or absolutely love it. âHm- your gonna give me your dick, donât worry about that, baby.â You whisper, lips parting as you tilt your head to kiss Jin, your tongue sliding desperately against his as Twices lips meet your neck, kissing slowly down your skin before he gets a little impatient and turns your neck via your chin to kiss you too, pushing his tounge against yours the exact same way Jin did- with eagerness he can barley contain.
They really are the same person. God itâs already so overwhelming. In the best way possible of course.
They both seem happy with the arrangement and you think thatâs why theyâre both suddenly so eager to get your panties and bra off. They work together to get them both off at the same time- and then just..hands. Roaming all over you, your breasts- your perked nipples, inner thighs..
âNgh-â you gasp softly as you feel a fingertip press down against your clit, rubbing small circles. âJin-!â Your head tilts back only to meet the shoulder of Twice, firm- hard. Just like his dick thatâs currently pressing against the side of your ass- and Jinâs which is pressed right against your core through his tighter pants. You push your hand through his dirty blonde locks, making him whine-
It doesnât take long for you to moved onto your back, Twice knelt behind your head as his dick moves deep in your throat and Jin balls deep in your pussy, you groan helplessly around his length, clamping down against Jin desperately- legs spread wide. âJm-hin-!â You moan. âTm-wice!â Your eyes close as you rock your hips down, trying to get more speed and friction. âNgh~! Shit-â you feel so full- so used, itâs so good-
âShit, princess-â one of them laughs in disbelief. âYouâre good at this! Such a good girl-â ânasty little whore, arenât you- nothing but a cockslutâ âshit, taking us so well, Iâm so impressed gorgeous.â Their voices echo off the thin walls of your room, your lips parting as you whine, the praising comments making you needier than usual and the degrading ones making you feel something you havenât in awhile- fuck, your into it.
âAh-!â You gasp as one of their hands comes to your throat. âYou like this, donât you? You like being used.â A harsher thrust into your mouth- you can only gasp, eyebrow furrowing in pleasure. âAh- she does! Sheâs squeezing me so fucking hard, shit- keep doing that.â The hand at your throat tightens, making you clench harder down on Jinâs dick, your tongue shifting to make more room for Twices throbbing length. âF-fuck-â You barely known whatâs going on, itâs all so much! your eyes roll back behind your eyelids, your hips shifting up and your lips pressing down- your orgasm crashes over you before you know whatâs happening- a clear liquid unexpectedly squirting from around Jinâs length. âOh- fuck- good girl!â âFucking slut-â
Both of them groan loudly at the sight- Twice pulls our just enough to cum all over your face, your lips and cheek covered by the white liquid- Jin stays buried deep, finishing deep inside your sobbing pussy- a tear falls down the side of your face at the feeling, your mouth opening in pure pleasure- âfuck-â your hips jerk once..twice- before you go limp against the bed, head tilting back against Twices thigh, his, now softening, dick resting against your chin. âGood girl.â One of them pants, making you laugh softly in disbelief. Yeah you are- the best.
