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the concept of your hero bf going away on a mission and telling you not to touch yourself when heâs gone cause heâll know. heâll know if his cum isnât there by the time he gets back
he can tell immediately too. it's like he can see it in your eyes, smell it on your skin.....
if you made it without him, he rewards you most generously â sinking to his knees, opening you up on his tongue until you're tugging on strands of hair and letting him support your weight as he drinks up every drop of essence you give, slick staining his cheeks and dripping onto his hand as he gives you one finger, then a second.
"you've been such a good girl," he purrs, oohing and aahing at your pretty moans when he changes his rhythm, pushing you up and into the wall so he can pump his fingers deeper, slower and grittier.
"i-i waited for.. for youâahhhâ" you trail off into pitchy sounds of pleasure when he places a kiss on your clit, then gasp when he nips at it.
"you gonna cum for me?"
"yes, yesyesyesâ"
but if you've been bad..... the thing is, the instructions were so simple! he wants to give you what you want so badly, but what kind of example would that set? rules are rules, after all.
hockeykuna coming to you after a bad game
read more of him? one. two
the game was a disaster to say the least.
sukuna was a disaster. missed passes, sloppy shots, stick hitting the ice harder than the puck. he got sent to the box three times in the first period aloneâtripping, roughing, some bullshit call that barely counted. the refs were on him the entire night.
his teammates didnât help. passes went nowhere. plays fell apart. every time sukuna tried to force the pace, it only got worse. by the second period, his skating was more reckless and angry, like effort alone could bend the night back into place.
they lost. badly. he left the ice with frustration crawling under his skin, nowhere to put it.
meanwhile you didnât watch the game.
sukuna did send you tickets but you didn't feel like going out tonight. youâre at your desk, half-focused, pencil dragging across notes youâve read three times, then thereâs a knock. light and sharp which you ignore at first.
another knock. harder.
âokay okayâhold on,â you mutter, pushing your chair back.
heâs there when you open the door. visibly tired, hair still damp, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, he obviously hasn't freshened up.
âyou didnât tell me you were coming over.â
âi did,â he mutters. âtexted five times tonight. you didnât answer.â
âyou did?â you check your phone. ââŚmustâve put it on dnd.â
he doesnât respond. just steps inside like he owns the place. drags his bag to the bathroom without asking. then the shower starts running. you sit back at your desk, pencil useless in your hand, listening.
a few minutes later, he emerges. hair damp, hoodie on, irritation still clinging. he drops the duffel against the wall and sinks to the floor beside your chair and leans his head into your lap.
heavy, warm, and tired.
you let your hand settle in his hair. debating whether to ask the obvious or not.
âbad game?â you ask quietly.
ââŚdonât even start,â he mutters, voice low, tired. ââŚthree penalties. first period. refs had it out for me. team played straight up fucking ass too."
you donât respond. fingers comb through his damp strands.
he shifts slightly, pressing his head into your lap a little more, heavy, like heâs carrying all the frustration there instead of anywhere else. his hand scrapes along the floor, restless, fingers flexing, muttering under his breath. âcanât even focus. canât even think straight.â
âdo you want me to help?â you ask, hand still threading through his damp hair.
âsex? no." he mutters, âi mean i'd love toâbut im so tired doll, unless you really need to. we can do a quick one." he means it as much as you make him feel good, his body is giving up on him.
âim mostly asking for you but i'm tired too. iâm sorry i missed it. i was too tired to go out tonight.â
âitâs fine,â he says, shifting just slightly, pressing his head closer, resting it on your thigh. âi played like dogshit. wouldn't want you to see." and then he presses his lips against your thigh like he needs something solid to lean on.
you keep still, letting him find whatever comfort in you.
you try to reassure him, âhey,â you murmur softly, just a little, âseasonâs not over. you guys are still going to play."
âyeah, yeah, whatever. doesnât feel like it. if everybody keeps playing like this we might as well get ready for the next season.â he mutters, voice clipped, muttering half to himself, half into the quiet. âi hate losing like that. hate feeling like i canât do anything right. its a lingering feeling that refuses to go away."
âusually iâd get high to shut it off,â he continues, lips brushing lightly against your thigh again. ââŚcanât really afford to fuck up my system right now though.â another soft, lazy kiss.
âam i an alternative then?â
âsomething like that,â
he shifts slightly, forehead nudging, ââŚiâm probably gonna crash here. that okay?â
"yea of course."
âwhatâd you do today?â he shifts the topic to you thumb tracing lazy circles along your thigh. this would at least help him think of anything other than hockey.
âuhh only had two classes today so i went home early."
âthat's morning, no? did you eat breakfast before leaving?â he has lectured you once or twice about breakfast being the most important meal of the day because he knows how often you skip it.
âyeah. something quick,â you say, âcereal.â
ââŚand lunch?â
âlunch with shoko.â
âmmm, anything else?â
âwatched a buncha law and order episodes.â
âi told you to wait for me on that one,â he clicks his tongue.
âdifferent show,â you answered, âthe one we started together was dexter.â
âthat so?" tilting his head maybe he's more zone out than he think he is. âdid you eat dinner at least?â
âyeah, instant noodles.â
âthatâs not dinner,â he scoffs.
âhey, iâm on a budget,â you tease. âtutoring is usually bad after exams.â
âdo you want me to fail again?â he asks, fingers flexing against your calf. âthat way you have an excuse to tutor me."
ânope,â you answer instantly. âiâd look stupid wasting my time teaching you. you're smarter than me now."
he chuckles low, satisfied, presses another lazy kiss against your thigh. ânever. never smarter than you. your sexy smart brain is something else."
âa brain can be sexy?" you raise an eyebrow.
âhell yeah,â he continues, âi get hard whenever you start talking about numbers and measurements."
âweirdo."
âthat mouth tooâ he adds, âlove it when you turn into a mouthy bitch."
âi'll bite you." you joke.
âkinky," sukuna grumbles, âi'm so turned on right now.â
âyou're a mess ryo.â you sigh, smiling faintly.
sukuna just hums, satisfied, finally stilling. ââŚbest part of today,â he mutters, ââŚis this.â
he presses one last soft kiss to your knee, lets out a soft breath.
âwrap up early,â he mutters, voice low, tired. âiâm moving to your bed.â
âi will,â you murmur.
he moves wordlessly to your bed, slides under the blanket, curls onto his side, pulls it up around himself.
ââŚif anybody calls me tomorrow morning and iâm still asleep, donât pick up. okay?â
âgot it,â you say.
âalso, would prefer it if i wake up and youâre still in bed,â he adds, voice low. "you have a habit of acting like a one night stand."
âdemanding,â
he hums, presses his face into the pillow, and within minutes, heâs asleep. deep, steady breathing, completely out, done for the night.
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18+ MDNI, smut - squirming away from bf!geto during sex
you always do this.
every time. every single time.
you say you can handle it. crawl into his lap all sweet and soft and glowing with need. kiss his throat, press your thighs together, breathe all breathless against his neck like please, sugu. i need you.
and then he gives it to you - slow and deep, good - and your body betrays you completely.
your legs start shaking. your back arches. and you squirm. every time. like youâre trying to run. like you forgot what it feels like to be full of him.
geto lets it happen, just for a second. watches you try to crawl up the bed, squirming from the stretch of it, fingers twisting in the sheets as your hips twitch and roll. his cockâs barely halfway in and youâre already trembling.
âwhere do you think youâre going?â he murmurs, low in your ear.
you whimper something into the pillow. nonsense. apology. maybe his name. youâre not even sure. he laughs, soft and dangerous.
ânah. youâre not going anywhere.â
and then he grabs your hips, pulls you right back down onto him - slow, thick, all the way in.
you moan. your back bows. your thighs shake again.
âbaby,â he says gently, âyou gotta stay still.â
you canât. you try. you do. but your bodyâs not listening. every time he moves, even just a little, you twitch. gasp. try to inch away from how much it is - how full, how deep, how good.
he strokes a hand up your spine. kisses your shoulder. keeps his hips flush with yours while you squirm and sob and pant into the mattress like youâre being split in half.
âyou get like this every time,â he hums. âso fuckinâ sensitive. makes me wanna ruin you.â
you cry out when he grinds in just a little deeper - not even thrusting, just pressing, slow and deliberate. and your body reacts, all instinct, hips twitching, trying to squirm away again.
he pins you down. one hand flat between your shoulder blades. the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him like he owns you.
âstop running from it,â he whispers. âtake it. you can take it. canât you?â
you nod, even as your body shivers under him. youâre so wet. so full. you can feel every inch of him, dragging against your walls with every slow, torturous roll of his hips.
âattagirl,â he praises. âfuck, look at you. so pretty like this. twitchinâ all over me.â
you whimper. try to bury your face in the sheets. he doesnât let you.
his hand curls into your hair, tugging gently. just enough to tilt your head back, let him see the way your mouth falls open with every sound you make.
âlet me hear it,â he says. âdonât hide.â
and then he starts to fuck you in earnest - slow, deep strokes, every thrust just a little sharper, dragging that wrecked little noise out of your throat again and again. your body squirms, hips wriggling, fingers gripping his wrist, but itâs no use. heâs stronger. bigger. already inside you.
youâre not going anywhere.
âthatâs it,â he groans. âthatâs my girl. look at you. canât stop moving. canât take it but you still want more.â
youâre going to lose your mind.
and heâs going to help.
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A/N: guys i'm sorry this was so buns :( i have to get used to writing geto đ
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sukuna wakes up alone.
the bed is still warm on your side, sheets faintly rumpled, the imprint of you lingeringâbut youâre gone. he squints at the clock, groans, and flops back against the mattress.
âfigured,â he mutters.
you were always responsible. punctual. youâve probably never even missed a class before⌠even if you were smart enough to figure shit by yourself.
he shuts his eyes againâthen pauses.
his nose wrinkles.
thatâs⌠not dorm air. or instant coffee. the smell isnât someone burning toast down the hall. something smells good. like, actually good.
frowning, he sits up, confusion pushing aside the last of his sleepiness. the scent gets stronger as he swings his legs off the bed and follows it out of the room, his heart picking up for reasons he canât quite place yet.
and then he sees you.
youâre at the stove, back to him, hair messy like you just rolled out of bed (his bed).
and youâre wearing his shirt.
on you, it hangs long enough to brush your thighs, the sleeves rolled once like you tried to make it practical and gave up halfway.
he doesnât know whatâs worst though. it looks like youâre not wearing anything but panties underneath.
sukuna freezes in the doorway.
his brain simply stops functioning.
âwhat?â he says faintly. âam i still dreamingâŚâ he mutters to himself.
you donât even hear his words. but you feel his presence. glancing over your shoulder you say, âohâ good morning!â
you say it so casually, like youâre not standing there in his shirt, sock clad in his dorm, cooking like you belong here.
âi hope you donât mind me stealing your shirt,â you add, sheepish. âi needed something clean to wear and didnât feel like going back to my dorm.â
he stares. âyou didnât feel like going backâŚ?â he repeats under his breath. âright.â

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husband!toji bathing little megumi ę(ËľË á ËËľ)
âmegs, i swear to god.â
toji pinched the bridge of his nose, jaw ticking with frustration at the little boy in front of him. âget in the tub.â
âno!â your son crossed his arms, sticking his tongue out and glaring at the bathtub like it just insulted him. âitâs too hot!â
âi just filled it with only cold water!â
âthen itâs too cold.â
as the two bickered in the bathroom, you flicked the page of a new novel youâd been dying to read for a couple weeks now. the floor lamp flickered atop your curled frame, softly illuminating the living room in a stark contrast to the chaos upstairs.
toji promised he could handle megumi tonight. told you to just sit back and read your book while he put your son to bed. however, the consistent thuds and sounds of water splashing all over the place had you⌠slightly doubting your husband.
âkid, get your ass in this tub right now!â
âcome kiss it first, geezer!â
you fully doubted your husband.
the cover of your novel shut over the first page as you tossed it to the side, standing up and making your way up the stairs to see what the fuss was all about.
how hard was it to just give your son a bath? the one night you get to relax and have some peace and quiet, all gone to waste because toji apparently couldnât stop beefing with your kid.
you opened the bathroom door, bracing yourself for the worst â water sloshing the floor, bath toys scattered everywhere, the whole thing. âwhat the hellâ?!â
only now, you walked in to find both of them doing just fine. no water. no misplaced toys. just toji kneeled by the side of the tub, fingers buried in megumiâs shampoo-ridden black hair while he pushed around some rubber ducks.
âyou okay, ma?â toji mused, having the gall to cock his brow at you like there wasnât just an apparent world war 3 in here before you got here.
your eyes darted to him, then little gumi. the two looked so⌠normal.
âuh, yeah, justâŚâ you cleared your throat and stepped back to the doorframe. moments passed in an awkward silence before you quietly left, shutting the door behind you.
you couldâve sworn you heard a whispered argument when you paused in front of the closed door.
âtold you it would work.â
âyouâre a fuckinâ brat. now turn around and let me rinse the soap.â
âiâll put soap in your eyes!â
it was going to be one long night.
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a/n: izukus versions of stretch, ride, and lollipop cuz he/we deserve them - some of these were requested and i added in a req bc it basically fit lollipop anyway đ
stretchÂ
heâs looking between your spread thighs, your pussy is fluttering around nothing now that heâs pulled his fingers out. he thumbs at your clit watching more cum leak out of you as he settles between your legs. he rubs his tip up and down your slit before trying to push in only to pop back out.Â
âzuku âs too big, i canât.â you shake your head.Â
ânonono baby.â he strokes your cheek. âi know it can fit.â he nods with you. âyou do so good with my fingers. just a lil bit bigger, yeah?â he lines himself up again.Â
âzuku itâs jus.. ngh!â your back arches when your little pussy finally opens up for him.Â
âdoing so so good.â he chokes. âjust relax a lil more.â his thumb starts to rub at your clit again. âdoing okay baby?â he inches in.Â
âmhm.â you nod, looking up at him with round, glossy eyes. âso big.âÂ
âi know.â he gulps.Â
heâs inching in so slowly, your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back. when his hips are finally flush with yours he presses his lips to yours, slowly rocking into you. heâs cradling your face, holding you so tenderly, thumbs brushing against your cheeks.Â
âwant you to move.â you mumble into his mouth.Â
he kisses you softly and lifts up to watch your face. he slowly pulls out and your face scrunches when he starts to push back in. your lashes are fluttering and the small whimpers leaving your lips have his stomach flexing.Â
âyouâre so perfect.â he pants.Â
âit feels- mmf- feels so good.â you look up at him with glassy eyes. âsâbig.â you press a hand to your lower tummy.Â
he glances down at your hand and almost cums. he bites the inside of his cheek and looks back up to your face. he slides his hand past yours and rubs at you clit, desperate to feel you come undone. your hand wraps around his wrist as he pushes you closer.Â
âzuku i.. zuku !â he feels your legs shaking around his waist. âplease!â you burst around him, pussy calling down around him.Â
âfuck.â he almost collapses on top of you as he starts to fill you.
youâre both panting and clinging to each other, both looking wrecking.Â
âwanna do that again.â you move your hips.Â
âmhm.â he nods quickly.Â
âââââ
ride - prompt from me begging for izuku reqs - first comment
he gets home after a long day of teaching and collapses on the couch. he doesnât care about grading or trying to finalize tomorrowâs lesson plan, all he cares about is shutting his eyes for a little.
âzuku?â you come around the corner. âoh noooo.â you coo and walk over to him. âdid you have a long day?â you brush his hair back and he leans into your touch.Â
âyeah.â he grabs your hand and places a kiss on it. âjust wanna sit here for a lil.â he cracks his eyes open.Â
âthatâs okay.â you nod. âlemme take care of you.â a choked sound leaves his lips.Â
you press your lips to his and he pulls you into his lap, hands resting on your waist. your hands are on his chest, feeling the muscle and slowly melting against him. you start to undo his tie and pull back with a smirk.Â
âyou trust me baby?â you tilt your head.Â
âalways.â he doesnât even open his eyes.Â
you slip the tie from around his neck and wrap it around his head like a blindfold. a strained whimper leaves his lips and you feel him harden under you instantly. you press your lips back to his and his hands are shaking around your waist.Â
you slowly start to pop the buttons on his shirt, running your fingers down his chest, watching the muscles flex. you start on his belt antagonizingly slow and the release of the button and zipper even slower.Â
âbaby.â his chest is heaving. âplease.â he whines.Â
âshhh zuku.â you press your lips to his quickly. âiâm gonna take care of you.â you pull him out of his pants.Â
his chest is heaving as you stroke him, little beads of pre dripping down his length. you swipe your thumb at the underside of his flush tip, smiling as his hips buck. you feel how soaked your panties are and you just wanna wrap yourself around him but you want to see him squirm more.Â
âizuku..â you whisper, pumping your hand up and down.Â
âyeah?â his voice cracks.Â
âyouâre so pretty.â you run your other hand up his chest.Â
his dick twitches in your hand, more pre leaking out at your hushed words and soft touch. your hand slides into his hair and tugs softly, pulling a groan from deep in his chest.Â
âand your hair is so soft.â you lean in, lips brushing against his ear. âlove when itâs tickling the inside of my thighs.â his fingers dig into your sides.Â
you press your lips to the side of his neck, still stroking him and listening to the breathy whines leaving his lips. you pull back and push your panties to the side, lifting up on your knees and lining him up. when you start to sink down on him, his head falls to the back of the couch and a loud moan falls from his parted lips.Â
you settle for a moment before you start to lift up, leaving just his tip in before you slide back down. his fingers are dug into your waist, not guiding, just holding tightly. you start a pace that has pleasure pooling in your tummy and his hips jerking up slightly.Â
âbaby.. nghh fuck, baby yâfeel so good.â he pants. you start to bounce on him and one of his hands leave your waist, knowing your body all too well and circling your clit. âneed to feel it.â he chews his lip. âneed it.âÂ
your movements become faster, a little more desperate as your orgasm races towards you. seeing him like this, feeling him like this, has your toes curling. youâre leaking all over him, meeting his thighs with a sticky smack each time you take him in.Â
âzuku want you to cum with me.â you whine.Â
âyes.â the single word urgent and desperate.Â
with a couple rolls of your hips and him jerking up into you, your orgasm crashes through you in waves. he lets out a long groan and fills you, still softly bucking his hips up. you lean against his chest, softly panting as you reach up and tug his tie off. he looks down at you with blown pupils and pulls your lips to his.Â
âperfect.â he mumbles into your mouth. âthank you.â
âââââ
lollipop - req !!Â
you pout in the doorway of his home office. heâs been in here for over an hour but youâre bored and impatient. you whine and he chuckles, settling his pen down and turning to you.Â
his eyes darken seeing you draped in one of his shirts, lips glossed and pouted perfectly. your cheeks are a little pink and he can see the way you're squeezing your thighs together telling him exactly what you want and need.Â
âwhat do you need, baby?â he tilts his head.Â
âextra credit.â you saunter in. âmr. midoriya please.â you bat your lashes at him.Â
a groan rumbles in his chest. âlemme finish grading these.â his hand wraps around the back of your bare thigh.Â
âzukuuuuu.â you whine.Â
âbe patient.â he pats your leg. âiâll be done soon.âÂ
âcan i wait in here?â you plead.Â
âyeah you can sit on- â
you go to your knees and scoot under his desk. you blink up at him with a soft smile and shimmy between his legs.
âbaby.â he cups your jaw.
âiâll be good.â you lean into his hand.
âyou better.â his thumb swipes your bottom lip, the smallest grin forming on his lips.
âi will.â your tongue darts out and licks against the pad of his thumb. âmr. midoriya.â you rest your cheek on his thigh.
âthis is you being good?â he raises a brow.
âmhm.â you nod, sliding your hand up the front of his pants. âmissed you all day while you were at work.â you push your bottom lip out.
âi missed you too.â he brushes your hair back.
âlemme show you how much.â you pop the button on his pants. âyou can keep grading your papers and everything.â your hand slips past his waistband.
you pull him out of his pants, stroking and thumbing at his tip until heâs fully hard. you scoot closer and kitten lick at his tip, tracing your tongue around it and teasing his slit. pre dribbles out and you lick at it greedily before slowly sinking down around the length of him.
âfuck baby.â he pants looking down at you.
âsupposed to be grading papers, zuku.â you pull off and kiss down the side to his base.
âi.. yeah..â he nods.
he rests his palms on his desk, staring at the pen and then glancing down at you kissing all over him. he grips the pen in his hands, knuckles white as you wrap your mouth around him again, taking him to the back of your throat.
he starts to mark the paper and his hand slips, sending a red line across the paper. âshit.â he tosses the pen down.
he reclines back in his chair and watches you with parted lips. you start moving faster, more messy, spit leaking out the sides of your mouth. his hips are jerking up on their own, making you gag and moan around him at the same time.
âfuckfuckfuck iâm gonna hic- gonna cum.â he digs his fingers into the arm rest of his chair. you take him to the back of your throat and he starts to coat it in thick, hot ropes. âfuck baby.â he moans.
you pull off of him with a pop. âthank you, mr. midoriya.â you lick your lips.
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đ eighteen plus only ! â minors donât interact â smut â dominant and possessive themes â fem reader
izuku is dominant in the sense that the palm of his hand sits low on your back whenever youâre in a room full of people. not only to guide you, but to give you clear steer on who youâre allowed to talk to, what youâre allowed to say. he presses harder when heâs jealous, when he doesnât want you speaking to that other hero or other teacher. heâs warmer, softer when all is okay.
izuku is dominant where heâll help you pick what to wear for the day. scarred fingers sinking into your supple hips with a kiss to your stomach as he pulls up the skirt you chose together. a kiss to your forehead just before he pulls your shirt over your head â an extra one when it pops through the neck. you like letting him because it pleases him, to see you dolled up n pliant for him when he carefully helps you change. izuku likes to take care of you, he likes it when you let him.
heâs dominant in the way that goes unnoticed by others. theyâll think itâs all cute and coupley the things you do for him. because of him. they donât know that you look to him for approval when youâre out ordering food on a date, that when he clicks his tongue if youâve said something outlandish your back straightens and thighs squeeze together in anticipation, that two taps on the cheek means open up for a kiss or something much worse. they donât know.
how easy obedience comes to you when izukuâs the one asking for it â to have you on your knees like the sweet little thing you are, opening up for his cock to fix your mouth because youâre only good for drooling on it after youâve been rude. to have you arch your back and present that sticky little hole for him as soon as he steps through the threshold â because you know just from the sound of his steps that heâs had a long day. to have you on your back, lazily dragging his tongue over your sex to ease the tension in your body when youâre whiney and pent up.
youâre well trained but youâre also so loved too, izuku only ever wants whatâs best for you.
you came home from the eye doctor with new glasses
and you will not hear the end of it from tsuki
you walked through the front door, new glasses perched on your nose, unsure how tsukishima would react. you hadnât worn glasses before, and even though they suited you just fine, you felt a littleâŚ
exposed.
he glanced up from the couch, pushing his headphones off one ear.
ââŚseriously?â he scoffed, a chuckle in his tone, one brow lifting as he squinted at you. âwho let you into an optical shop unsupervised?â
you crossed your arms, instantly self-conscious. âtheyâre not that bad.â
tsukishima stood, walking over slowly, and tilted his head as if studying you. you could feel a soft heat rising in your chest but you kept your head straight. somehow after all this time he still made you nervous. âtheyâre not bad,â he admitted, âbut Iâm 90% sure youâre just cosplaying as the hot librarian in a coming-of-age anime" he lifting them off your face to inspect them closer.
you flushed. âshut up.â you retorted, snatching them back from him; replacing them where they once were. "i need them to see properly"
he held a smug, satisfied look, clearly loving how flustered you were. he leaned in close, one hand casually sliding into your back pocket, voice low and close to your ear.
âdonât worry,â he murmured. âi always had a thing for the nerdy ones.â
you shoved him lightly, but he just laughed, catching your wrist before you could pull away and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
âthey look good on you,â he saidâquietly now, almost too casual. âreally good."
megumi's birthday â head over heels
click. clack. click.
megumi thinks, dimly, that something has gone wrong with the world.
sea urchins in glass tanks, from your aquarium date just this afternoon. sea urchins swaying from your bag, chiming faintly whenever you walk. sea urchins stitched across the matching scarves wound around your necks. and now, your gazeâfixed on his hair with a look he knows too well now.
âdonât,â he mutters, fingers laced with yours as you walk along the pedestrian street.
you only squeeze tighter, laughter bubbling up before you can stop it. âsea urchinâŚâ
ânoââ
âhair!â you launch your attack, hands flying to ruffle his hair as you tiptoe on your heels. sighing, he surrenders with a defeated lean.
the crimson sun is sinking far behind you both on the distant horizon, the last of the light slipping through the row of towering buildings lined up on either side. here, in this corner away from the main city, the street is quietâsave for the few elderly people passing by every few minutes, and the occasional cars. winter brushes your cheeks with cold fingers, coaxing a susurrating whisper from the last withering leaves overhead.
as you walk by his side, hands swinging his back and forth enthusiastically, he sneaks a small glance at you. the golden amber drapes the most delicate sheen of glow across your cheeks. when you turn to meet his eyes, time seems to still, hanging like the wavering thread of horizon in the air. you tilt your head, the faintest glint of the early evening caught in your eyes. âhm?â

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ŕ¨ŕ§ shy girl's first time smoking w frat!sukuna
you didnât even like parties. not really. the music was always too loud, the drinks too warm, and the couches too sticky with god-knows-what. but sukuna had invited youâtold you to âjust come for a bit,â palm heavy on the small of your back like he knew youâd say yes. and now you were here. outside. standing on the cracked concrete steps behind the frat house, your fingers nervously picking at the edge of your sweater sleeves.
he lights up without saying anything at first. leans back against the railing, tattoos glowing under the flicker of a motion sensor light. it smells like weed and cold air. heâs wearing a black tank top like heâs not freezing and his sweatpants hang low on his hips, drawstring barely tied. the smoke curls out of his mouth slow, lazy. like heâs not even trying.
you watch, kind of mesmerized.
âyou ever tried it?â he asks.
you shake your head. too fast. âno.â
he grins, pink tongue pressed against his teeth. âwant to?â
you hesitate. then: âmaybe.â
he laughs. not in a mean way. in a youâre cute kind of way. and it makes your stomach flutter embarrassingly hard.
âcâmere,â he says, offering you the joint between two fingers.
you take a tiny step forward. he smells like sandalwood and cologne and something warm. his fingers brush yours when you take it, and your breath catches. he noticesâbut doesnât say anything.
you hold it wrong. obviously.
ânot like that,â he murmurs, and before you can blink, heâs stepping behind you, hand on your waist to turn you slightly, chest brushing your shoulder. âlike this.â
his fingers curl around yours, adjusting your grip. heâs close. too close. you can feel his breath on your ear when he speaks.
âokay,â he hums. âdonât overthink it. just breathe in. not too deep. hold it a sec. then out.â
you do. try, at least. it burns. your lungs seize. you cough hard enough to double over, hand to your chest.
a/n: iâm working on longer fics w him as we speak đđť
i. midoriya
thinking abt roommate!izuku who tries to pretend he doesnât hear the muffled vibrations and moans from your room at night.
who would lay awake in bed and stare at the ceiling, timing out how long it would take you to finish. he would try to find out which setting made you cum faster, listening to how loud you got.
who couldnât take it anymore and would slip his hand under his sweats and stroke himself. thumbing at his leaking tip, hips already thrusting into his hand as he thinks about you just a room away. he couldnât help but cum at the same time as you with his teeth dug into his lip.
who didnât know you were thinking about him until you let his name slip one night after overstimming yourself. he practically ran to your door, panting and knocking until you cried his name again.
who stood in your doorway with wide eyes, watching you press the little vibe to your clit, thighs shaking, back arched. âizuku please!â was all it took for him to replace your hand with his.
who found the setting that made you cum the fastest and stared at your pussy gushing all over your sheets. he didnât even stop after you came, just left it there so he could watch your face when you came again.
who came in his sweats, drool on the corner of his mouth watching you soak your toy and his hand in the process.
ŕ¨ŕ§ shygirl's redemption arc at riding frat!sukuna :p ⎠part one
you hadnât meant to drink this muchâjust a sip, maybe two, just enough to loosen your limbs and keep you from overthinking every blink, every breath, every glance he throws your way. but then someone handed you a red cup, and it tasted sweet, and then there was a shot for the birthday boy, and another one you werenât supposed to take, and now your face is warm and your hands feel brave.
youâre still swaying a little when you find him againâsukuna, leaning against the wall like the whole party showed up just to orbit around him. black tee tight across his chest, lip curled like heâs just barely entertained, but his eyes lock onto you the second you approach. he knows somethingâs off. itâs in the way your hips roll when you walk, the way your eyes donât flinch when you look him straight in the face.
âyou good, baby?â he asks.
and your lips part as you breathe out, âi wanna ride you.â
his expression doesnât change right awayâheâs used to you being bold in theory, not in practice. used to the shy hands and hesitant kisses, the way you usually melt under the weight of his stare. the last time you even tried to climb onto his lap, youâd gotten overwhelmed halfway through grinding your hips, face gone hot and eyes darting away as you whispered âi canâtâsorry, i thought i could, but i canâtââ, and he had just pulled you close and kissed your forehead, told you it was okay, that you didnât have to.
but tonight youâre drunk. and smiling like you donât remember how to be embarrassed.
he blinks. â...really?â
âmmhm.â you drag your finger down his chest, voice suddenly bold. âgonna give you your birthday present or not?â
youâre already tugging him upstairs before he can ask another question, dragging him by the front of his shirt through the low thump of bass still echoing from the party downstairs. heâs smirking, playing it off, acting like heâs the one indulging youâbut the second the bedroom door shuts, it shifts.
thinking about izuku, who lets you use his work tie to bind his hands behind his back while you sit pretty between his legs, watching his cock twitch as you tease him with little licks here and there, and heâs just so good for you. even if his nails are biting into his palms with how much he wants to grab a fistful of your hair so you stop teasing. he could easily break free and take control of the whole situation, but he loves making you happy, so he stays put.
he uses that same tie to bind your hands. he likes to do it where he can see so he knows youâre comfortable. so he ties your hands to the front and leaves it loose enough for you to reach down and run your hand through his hair as he eats you out. and if you can't quite reach, heâll bring his hand up for you to hold on to instead.
if you manage to convince him to tie them behind your back as heâs fucking you from behind, he leaves enough room so he can link one of his hands through and hold on to your wrists, stroking little patterns with his thumb gentlyâwhich is completely different to the overwhelming pace heâs currently fucking you with. he just gets so greedy once heâs inside you and canât quite hold himself back. <3
This is a prompt iv had for a while but haven't gotten to writing it, Izuku can't stop mumbling notes to himself about what you like during sex.. ;-;
take notes
a/n: ty for the prompt bb itâs perfect 𼚠first time writing for him n im all nervousss
i. midoriya
âjust a little curl and then..â he glances up at you from between your thighs when two of his fingers press right against that spongy spot that makes you see stars.
ânghh!â you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
âright there.â he smiles. âthatâs your favorite place, right baby?â his breath fans across your slick center.
âyess zuku! i need.. need !â your chest heaves.
âmy mouth.â he mumbles to himself, dipping down and sucking your clit into his mouth.
he knows your body, dreams about it, is always thinking about how to make you cum faster, harder. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head a little and the squeak you let out has him smiling against you.
âiâm gonna- ahhh!â you tug his hair.
he points his tongue, flicking against your clit, pounding his fingers into your weeping pussy. your toes curl, pleasure exploding in your tummy, gummy walls fluttering around his fingers desperately. he moans into you and you come undone, soaking his face and fingers.
âcanât hesitate just gotta..â heâs up and pushing your knees to your chest, sliding his leaking tip through your folds. âf- fuck.â he pants, sinking into you in one motion.
he leans down closer, watching your face scrunch up, letting your ankles rest on his shoulders as he cups your cheeks. every time he bottoms out he rolls his hips, brushing against your clit, lip wobbling at the way you squeeze around him.
âyou feel so good.â he pants. âgotta- ngh- gotta go faster cause..â his hips fall into yours. âcause you like when iâm a lil- hic- a lil rough.â he nods his head.
he lifts back up and presses your legs closer to your chest and pounds into you watching every thought leave your head. your lips are parted and every sound is going straight to his dick thatâs splitting you open.
âzuku âs.. zuku !â you shake your head.
âyou can take it, baby.â he nods. âyou always do.â he slips a hand between the both of you, pressing on your lower tummy. âsee?â he smiles watching your legs twitch. âcâmon, put your hand here.â
you crack your eyes open and offer him a shaky hand. he places it where his just was and places his back on top of yours. âlike to feel me moving, yeah?â he grins up at you.
âyeahh, feels sâgood.â you nod your head.
âknow it does.â he starts to move faster. âjust gotta..â his tongue pokes out as he slides his hands just a little lower and starts to rub tight circles on your sensitive clit. âyeah like that.â he nods to himself.
âizuku!!!â your orgasm slams through you, clamping down around him and stealing his breath.
âshit.â he clenches his jaw, shaking his head not able to push off his own pleasure. âgonna fill you up, just- hah- just how you like.â he bends you further together, filling you with his warmth.
âmore.â you blink up at him.
âi know baby, i know.â he slips out and flips you over onto your tummy.

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ŕ¨ŕ§ how frat!sukuna & shy reader met + started dating <3
you didnât expect to see him there.
not in the back lot behind the lecture hall, not leaning against that beat-up corolla like he didnât have a single care in the world, dragging on a cigarette like the day hadnât already started five minutes ago. his hair was pushed back haphazardly, a hoodie thrown on over his tank like he hadnât bothered with a mirror that morning. you could smell the smoke from where you stood, fumbling with your tote bag that had just snapped under the weight of your lab notebook and two too many textbooks.
pages were everywhere. some flapping under your feet, some floating into the gutter water. you stood frozen for a second, more embarrassed than anything, blinking at the mess like maybe if you stared hard enough, it would fix itself.
it didnât.
he was the one who moved. not a word, just a quiet grunt as he crushed his cigarette under his heel and crouched down beside you. he was huge this close. inked fingers picking up the edge of your psych notes, his knuckles brushing against your knee. you tried not to flinch, not to panic, not to think about the fact that sukunaâthe loudest, cockiest, most talked-about guy on campusâwas kneeling in front of you holding your planner like it was made of glass.
you mumbled a thank you.
he raised a brow. âyou good?â
you nodded quickly, then reached for the broken strap of your bag and immediately winced.
he clicked his tongue. âyouâre not carrying all that shit across campus like that.â
âiâm okay,â you tried to insist, even as you watched him scoop up the rest of your stuff, stack it neatly, and tuck it under one arm like it weighed nothing.
he didnât offer. he just started walking. and youâyou followed him. down the path, past the side of the dorms, toward the frat house youâd only ever seen in passing.
18+ mdni
youâre right there. on the precipice of an earth-shattering orgasm and the cusp of the new year. pleasure rises, building toward that familiar plateau, and thenâsatoru stops mid-thrust.
his eyes blink slowly in the semi-darkness, preternaturally calm and utterly transfixed. the infinite blue of the sky seems to have coagulated into his irises, their beauty ensnares you.
"toru?" you croak, nails scrabbling along his biceps. when met with complete silence, you get a bit frustrated. so you do the only thing you can think of: you deliberately clench around him (a low moveâbut entirely justified in your mind.) his cock twitches inside you, but the rest of him remains statuesque.
huh. you wonder if this is perhaps some pre-nut clarity, or some ephemeral meditation on the cosmos. maybe heâs⌠catatonic. well shit, heâs starting to scare you.
"toru?" you try again, in a small voice.
"wait for itâŚ"
thereâs a hint of his trademark feral grin forming, but the effect is only slightly less terrifying than reassuring.
thank godâhe seems to have snapped out of it. relief washes through you as satoru leans down, his nose grazing yours in the briefest, teasing touch before kissing you. your body melts instantly against him, hand sliding up the side of his neck, before tangling into snowy white locks.
outside, the first fireworks split the sky with a triumphant roar. the new year shatters into existence.
he smiles against your mouth,
"happy new year, baby."