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જ⁀➴ In which Run, hide, survive. That was the plan, but once Mike Wheeler slams the door shut on the creatures chasing them, the adrenaline has nowhere else to go. Between panting, injured bodies and near death experience, the line between "checking for injuries" and "needing to be touched" disappears completely.
##Contents Smut!! Mostly fem receiving 🥹. It’s both their first times except they’re not idiots swear 🤞 Also i thought s5 Mike would be like in g10 or smth but then they graduated?? so I’ll just say he’s around 17/18 here.
Your house door slams shut as the only thing filling the room was the sound of you and Mike’s panting as the adrenaline spreads through your bodies.
The military had disrupted a plan, making everyone split up before regrouping at the Squawk tomorrow. But for now, you were stuck with Mike.
You both fell against the door, taking in deep, sharp breaths. Your throat felt like sand and the bleeding from your upper arm didn’t make you feel any better. Mike was probably in worse condition.
“Are they gone?” You asked.
It was a stupid idea to run home, especially when you’re being chased. But when you’re running in all sorts of direction, and the government already knows everything about you, it’s better to risk the house than the ‘meeting’ place.
“They’re gone— I think.” He breathed as he got up. He lent his hand out to you and you got up too.
You both didn’t bother turning on any lights, just in case. You hoped the light illuminating from the street lamps outside was enough.
Just as you got up, he noticed something on your arm. He slightly twisted your arm and saw a slash on your upper arm. “What— Are you okay?” Mike spoke, concerned.
“It’s just a scratch—“
“You’re bleeding.” Mike cuts you off, “That’s not just a scratch.” His thumb brushed just below the wound. He mumbled a “Come” as he walked to your bedroom, still holding your hand.
He sat you down onto your bed before leaving the room to find a first aid kid. When he came back, he placed it on the bed and took a piece of cotton out, cleaning your wound with a disinfectant.
“Mike” You spoke, just above a whisper.
“Shut up.” He spoke in a way where he wasn’t trying to be harsh, but it made your eyebrows furrow in concern nonetheless. Just as he set the cotton down, you spoke again. “Mike—“
This time, you were cut off with a kiss. It was slow and his lips felt just as cold as his fingertips.
“Shut up, please.” He whispered, almost begging you.
Instinctively, your hands reached out for his face. Your thumbs caressed his cheek as he looked at you. Unlike him, your hands were warm. He would’ve melted if his only way of seeing you wasn’t just from the bright streetlights shining through your window.
“Just incase the wound gets infected.“ He quietly spoke, brushing over the wound. His hands reached out to hold the hands caressing his face.
A small smile appeared on your face.
He leans in, tilting his head just a little. His breath ghosting over your lips just before breaking the distance with a desperation that felt less like a choice but more of a need.
You reciprocated. Your hands travelling to the nape of his neck while his hands pulled you closer. His lips moved against yours, picking up the pace and doubling the desperation when you tugged on his hair.
You made a small noise before breaking the kiss to take in some air. Mike looked dazed. You broke into laughter when you saw his face. He was confused, but laughed too.
The look on his face was adorable, but laughable. He looked at you like an eager dog and you could tell he just wanted to continue to kiss you instead of even trying to catch his breath.
He pulls you onto his lap, resting his arms around your waist as your hands moved his hair back, massaging his scalp. Your thumb brushes his eye brows, honestly just wanting to feel that he was real. His eyes were shut, letting you feel around.
When you stopped, he leans in for another kiss. He held the back of your head, not wanting you pull away as his kisses you while your hands gripped on the neckline of his shirt. His head tilted, allowing you both more access.
You felt his other hand balling and gripping your shirt into his fist. You pulled away, whispering a “Mike—“. Not even a second of letting you breathe, he kissed you again.
Both his hands held your waist. You rocked against him, making him break the kiss. He held his head down as his eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows knitting together as he shakily breathes.
Your hands reach out for his face, cupping it. His eyes met yours in pure desperation.
You pulled his face in for a kiss, rocking against him again to test the waters. His lips eventually moved to your neck while your hands tugged on his hair. He kissed your neck slow and unsure at first, but as your heavy breathing eventually turned into small, quiet whimpers, his kisses turned more frantic, more desperate.
You tugged on his shirt making him look up at you. “Can we?” You spoke—just above a whisper—as your chest heaved up and down, taking in sharp breaths.
Mike would be an idiot if he didn’t know what you were implying. He nodded, to which you immediately took his shirt off.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you when your hands roamed around his naked body. His breathing stuttered as your hands slowly reached for his neck, drawing teasing circles that could create goosebumps.
You eventually took your own shirt off, and God, Mike was dazed. He reached out hesitatingly before you broke out into a smile. “You can touch me, Mike.”
His hands touches your waist, leaning in to kiss you as he slowly caresses his hands up and down your back. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer as your hips roll against Mike’s.
You moan into the kiss, tugging on the waistline of his pants as you pressed yourself against his bulge. Mike’s hand gripped on your waist, guiding you as you rocked against him.
The two of you didn’t know how long you’ve been kissing when you eventually got (sexually) frustrated, tugging on buttons of your pants. Mike reached out for your hand, “Wait— Wait, are you sure?”
“Shut up.”
You pulled Mike by his belt as your back hits the bed. Mike was positioned on top of you, cheekily smiling when you mocked him. His hands travel to the buttons of your pants, taking them off before diving in for your neck.
The sudden tickling sensation made you giggle. His hands eventually worked on unclasping your bra, making sure you were okay with it before pulling it off.
Mike gulped at the sight beneath him. He took a deep breath but couldn’t take it anymore and leans in to kiss your neck, eventually moving down to your bare chest.
Your hands pull on his hair, arching into his touch as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses on your tits. He eagerly looks up at you when he tugs on your cotton underwear.
Your hands reach out to push his hair back, stifling a laugh at his state. You nod and his fingers pulls down your underwear, leaving you completely bare.
He swallows and clears his throat. “I’ll tell you if it feels uncomfortable.” You reassured. Mike breathes sharply as he lowers his head, looking up at your reaction.
Mike laps his tongue over it, nose nudging your clit. He places a kiss on the wet spot before pulling away and reaching his fingers to press onto your clit. He circles it before pushing two fingers into you. As he moved slowly, you let out a sharp breath, throwing your head back.
Mike took that as approval. His fingers eventually worked faster as your face twisted in the type of pleasure Mike could get hazy looking at. He moves down, sloppily kissing and sucking your clit as his fingers curled inside you.
You involuntarily let out a breathy moan as he worked his fingers quickly in and out of you, humming against your clit while his other hand reaches for your tits, his thumb brushing your nipples in circles.
Just as you felt your stomach tighten, and the moaning and panting uncontrollably spills out of your mouth, Mike pulls his fingers away. Your eye brows knitted into a desperate frown when you lost that sensation.
“Mike!” You yelled, catching your breath.
“I’m sorry,” He spoke with a toothy smile that said he was not sorry.
“Do you have a condom?” Well that perked you up.
You roll your eyes before breaking into a smile. “Check the drawers.” You say, sitting up while Mike opens the drawer.
He flashes the condom at you, making you laugh. “You came prepared?” He teased.
You rolled your eyes again, acting annoyed. “I took them from Steve’s bag thinking they were wet wipes when we were at the squawk.” You admitted.
Mike bursts out laughing to which you push his chest. He rips the condom with faint laughter, trying to figure out where the hell the opening of the rubber condom was.
“Hurry up.” You spoke, almost in an annoyed whined. Mike glanced at you, teasing you for being desperate before receiving another hit in the chest.
In all truth, he was just as desperate— if not more. As he pulls the zipper of his jeans down and noticed the way you looked at him as he took his pants off, he got flustered.
“Wait, I wanna put the condom on for you.” You spoke enthusiastically as you got up. “Wha— Okay?” Mike replied. Your sudden excitement to seeing a condom made him confused but he handed it to you any way.
Your thighs rested as you straddled his lap. Before you had rolled the condom on, you wrapped your hands around his shaft. His hips involuntarily bucks into your hands.
His dick was pale with an undertone of pink, with his tip being an even prettier pink. “It’s kind of pretty.” You mumbled, honestly more for yourself to hear.
He frowned with a teasing smile, “Well, that’s a way to compliment my dick.” Just as he finished his sentence, you gave him a proper stroke, tightening your hands around the tip. Mike shuts up, eye brows furrowing in pleasure as he his head fell down.
“Oh— Sorry.” You spoke with a teasing smile, acting like you didn’t mean to. You stretched out the condom, rolling it onto his dick. “Woah, th— that feels weird.” He lets out.
“I bet.” You say before pausing, “Do I ride you— or?” You genuinely asked, catching him off guard.
Mike shrugs, “Or do I.. go on top?” This conversation was an awkward one, but when you are both virgins and the only contact you’ve ever had were your own hands— It’s gonna get awkward.
You both broke into laughter before pulling each other in for a kiss. You eventually decided to just lay down on your back, propping your legs for Mike’s access.
Your hands wrapped around his neck as you both kissed, feeling his fingers slide into you before pulling away and positioning himself in between your legs, slowly working his way in.
You stifle a moan from the sensation. It felt intrusive and weird— but so good at the same time. Mike’s head drops down to the crook of your neck as his mouth hung open.
Your hands cup his face, bringing him in for a kiss as he slowly starts moving. You let out gasps in between the kisses as he slid in and out of you.
As he got the hang of it, he eventually gets rougher. His pace quickening and his rhythm, stable. You threw your head back, biting your hand as he got faster.
Mike Wheeler didn't mean to be rough, but the way your face contorted into pleasure plus the way you involuntarily tightened around him every so often.. God, he was a mess.
“Talk to me.” He pants against your neck, pulling away before slamming into you, “I need to know that you’re real.”
He pulls your hand away from your lips, replacing it with his lips as he continued penetrating into you. “Please.” He mumbles pleadingly when he broke the kiss.
“Mike.“ You panted, “Don’t stop—“ You were cut off with a moan you didn’t mean to sound. If he didn’t have his literal dick inside you, you would be making fun of how you felt him get harder inside you after you moaned his name.
All you could do was let out a breathy laugh, “You liked that?” teasing him. He cuts your teasing off with a heated kiss, humming into it as your hands tugged on his hair to pull him in.
His hand travel to your right thigh, holding it higher to get deeper. Just as he slams into you, your eyebrows tightened, back slightly arching, with your mouth hanging open when he hits a spot your fingers could’ve never reached.
You tightened around his penetrating cock and your hips grinds against him, desperate for more.
You could feel him grinning at your reaction as he kissed down your neck. “Did you like that?” He mocked, panting against your neck as he looks up at your face with a grin.
“Sh—ut up, Mike.” You say, nudging his face to the side with your hand. He pulls your hand away and kisses it from your palm to your fingertips before pinning your hand onto the bed, intertwining your fingers.
His other hand grips your waist as his head dips into your chest, sucking on one of your tits as his tongue swirls around your nipples.
As he slams into that spot again, you let out a whine. “I’m gonna—“ You let out almost a pornographic moan. You were cut off by his quickening pace, to which he seemed like he was just as close.
His fingers move to your clit, rubbing it in circles as you grind against his fingers. His mouth moves to your neck, kissing his way up to your ears as he mumbled a “Fuck—“, panting as he roughly slams into you for every few thrusts.
Your head felt clouded when he fully pulled away to slam right back into you. Your eyes rolled back with your head thrown back. It was honestly a beautiful sight to see for Mike. He was almost mad that he was too busy chasing his own release to properly see you.
Your mouth hung open, letting out broken moans as your hips bucked when you came all over his dick. “Fuck— Mike.” You whined as you tried to regain stability.
Mike was not any less of a mess. His hips bucked into you as your own cum spilled out of you. His head was held down while he pursed his lips—almost biting it—as he lets out whimpers.
When he gained stability, his hands caressed your head. His fingers moved away the stray hair that stuck to your sweating forehead to ground both you and him. Mike eventually pulled out, pulling off the filled condom as he pants.
You reached for your shirt while Mike puts his pants back on. The silence after was awkward, but reassuring.
“We should shower.” Mike spoke and you nod, “We’ll find some food after?” You say, sitting up. Mike also nods.
You both looked at eachother for a while before bursting into smiles and giggles. “Did I clean it up good?” Mike teased, “The wound on your arm, I mean.” You feigned annoyance, “You’re stupid.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
You got up and headlock Mike as you walked to the bathroom, both of you laughing as you teased each other.
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“Hanta likes what?!” You choked on your pink dango, hearing minas words.
“He said he likes tying bitches hands behind their backs and watching them suck him wit no hands, light bondage since it feels ‘kinda mean’, gagging, butt plugs and harem.” Mina said, reading a screenshot she sent to herself from eijirous phone.
Mina had gone through her boyfriend, Kirishimas, phone, coming across their boy group chat where EVERYONE talked about their sexual encounters.
“Oh my Gosh, I knew he was a slut!” you exclaimed as Mina cackled. “What else??”
“Oh, damn fren!” Mina gasped as she stared at you in abit of shock.
“W-what? Let me see—” your heart dropped as you saw your boyfriend, Hitoshis, message.
<Hitoshi🧠🧽: shit I lowk be tying y/n with my scarves Ian gon lie😂😂>
<Hanta🎞️: I fw it gng>
Fuck. This was embarrassing. You would definetly be finding a way to embarrass him in that fuckass gc later. “Don’t look at me like that! Continue reading.!” you rolled your eyes before smacking her on the arm.
“Denki likes being a bottom. No surprise. He’s a certified munch too, any girl with thick thighs and an ass WILL be sitting on his face. Immediately.” Mina snickered as she read his text word for word.
“He’s so fucking easy..” you cried, massaging your temples from how stupid he was.
“hes gonna get herpes!” Mina shook her head. She was right.
“Shoto likes temperature play and praising, he thinks missionary is the best position. he also thinks aftercare is the best part.”
“I can’t believe shotos dirty.” she gasped.
Neither could I. He looked so innocent— scared of girls even.
“Katsuki likes face fucking. No surprise there. His favourite position is doggy. He says he likes exhibitionism, like fucking on rooftops and places where he could be caught easily. For the thrill”, her brows furrowed as she scrolled down further. “That’s not all. He has a dick piercing and is into giving AND receiving pain, and also ass aswell..”
“For some reason I’m not shocked. Of course he likes giving pain.” you snickered as you said the last part.
“Izuku likes pleasuring. Someway somehow he’s a dom. he likes giving anal, toys, and.. rough sex?? That’s unexpected.” She raised a brow.
“Shinso said some more. He likes—A lot actually.” Mina gasped as she side eyed you.
“I think I would know. Just a thought tho” you smiled sarcastically as you watched her eyes widen at the long list of stuff he liked.
“Punishment?? Shibari?? Heavy bondage?? Brainwashing— how the fuck do you live..” she cried in horror.
“How do you live?? Kiri said he likes size kinks and how his dick always touches YOUR belly button while he’s in you.” you gasped, reading the messages on her phone as her face flushed.
I guess you guys were surrounded by a whole bunch of sluts besides JUST denki.
