“Hey honey! Can you come here?” You call out to your husband. He had come home and settled straight into his home office. You adjust how the lace sits on your skin once more. The one outfit that makes you feel sexy. You’re already horny and you need your husband's attention. 

He walks through the door frame muttering about something that you don’t bother to catch. Stopping mid-step as he takes in what you wear. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you see his muscular form. The simple black of his day-to-day uniform always works wonders for you. Or maybe that's just your husband…

You reach out your hand, coy smile as you look up at him through your lashes, “I need you.” You say as sweetly as you can while taking a step forward. All you need is to get your fingertips on his skin, and he will be at your whim. Listen to your beck and call. 

What you didn’t expect was the way he lunged forward. Arm grasping your wrist and pulling you into him. His eye glowing red and the characteristic floating of his hair indicating the use of his quirk. 

“Sh-shouta?”

“Not today…” it’s a growl. A warning. His red iris digging into your soul. The power he exhumes over you makes you weak in the knees. It takes more effort than it should to not turn into a ball of putty in his grasp. 

He backs up to the dresser without taking his eye off you, without loosening his grip on your arm. He opens the top drawer, you can feel the wetness gathering in anticipation. There can only be a handful of things he would be going into that drawer for. You know it's a power move, unspoken threats about you breaking the staring contest. However, curiosity gets the better of you. 

Handcuffs. Not the comfy leather ones, the classic metal ones, that he only uses when he really wants to force your submission.

And a ball gag. You can't help swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. 

Shouta pushes you toward the bed. Domineering steps force you back. A silent yelp escapes you as you fall onto the bed. The metallic clink of the handcuff pulls your attention to your wrist. 

“Sh-Shou, I- I'm sorry. You can go back to work… I'll change… I’ll-” Somehow his gaze intensifies. Tearing into your soul. Forcing the words to fade into nothing. 

He brings the other half of the handcuffs to the headboard, dragging you with it. Looping it around the highest rung on the frame before grabbing your other wrist. The clicking as he tightens both wrists echoes in your ears. The metal is tight and sharp on your skin. 

Bringing the ball gag close to your mouth, “Open.” There's no room for flexibility in his tone. Leaving you with no option but to comply. The rubber tastes like soap as he settles it behind your teeth. Forcing your elbows wide as he reaches around to latch the gag around your neck. It's not an uncomfortable stretch, but you know it'll hurt after a while. 

Shouta retreats, releasing his quirk now that you're contained. Going to take off his clothes. Pulling his shirt up and over his head. The closure on his belt is undone. You start to mumble and fight the restraints. He glares at you over his shoulder. A flicker of red threatening to make you weak once again. You immediately hush your complaints.

He leaves you to shower. Trying to gauge your time. Attempt to hear when he shampoos his hair, scrubs off his day of work. It feels like he's taking his time just because he knows you're tied up and waiting for him. 

An indeterminate amount of time later, he’s emerging from the master suite bath in just a towel. Hair not quite dripping but very wet. Towel very loose and low on his hips. Your eyes can’t help but follow his v-line, his happy trail where it disappears behind the fabric. 

You’ve been laying here soaking through the thin lace covering your cunt for what feels like an eternity. 

Shouta stands at the end of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, studying you. A muscle feathers across his jaw as he thinks of his next move. You feel like a prey animal, tied up for slaughter with no escape. You watch his bicep ripple and he reaches to loosen the towel. The cloth falling to reveal his already hard length. You try your best to swallow the saliva that's been gathering at the sight of him. 

Climbing onto the bed, he urges your legs apart. Settling himself between them. A gentle touch over your covered heat. You're sure he can feel how wet you are through the thin covering and it has your cheeks heating. Choosing to pull the fabric to the side instead of dealing with all the straps and garters of your ensemble. 

Shouta can be very silent when he wants to be, and tonight will be one of those nights. But you can still see the desire in his eyes. As if reading his mind that you're already wet enough and don't need any prep he brings his tip to brush through your folds. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes, trying to center yourself. His leaky tip gathers your wetness and runs along the length of you. Bundle of nerves to entrance and back again, repeatedly. Without warning he shoves his hips forward. Sheathing himself in one fluid motion. The gag absorbing your shocked cries. He folds your knees up to your chest as he lazily starts rocking his hips back and forth. You envy the way he watches his thick member slide in and out of your core. The patch of hair at his base quickly collects your releases. A visual reinforcement of what you could feel while he made you wait. 

You can tell he wants to take his time with you. Lazily sitting fully inserted feeling the way you pulse and flutter around him. A few slow strokes. Sitting with just his tip barely sitting at your entrance feeling the way you try to suck him back in. A few fast thrusts just to slow again. 

It happens every time he tries to be harsh with you. Shouta will be dominant, but eventually feels… pity? Regret? You're never quite sure but he always falls back into his sweet self. Slowly lowering over you into missionary. Continuing his slow fucking of your heat. 

He makes the mistake of interlacing his hand with yours. You try so hard to make the words sound clear through the gag, “Cum… for… me.”

In the split second it takes for your command to hit, his eye is glowing once again. You had squeezed his hand tighter so he couldn’t escape, but he’s instantly pulling out and flipping you over. You'd be on all fours if your hands were not held up on the headboard. The twist forces you to release his hand. He doesn't miss a beat and immediately slides back in.

“I… fuck… I fucking said… not today.” He growls into the shell of your ear. 

His hips are relentless as they start pounding into you. The pull on your wrists keeping your back arched off the mattress. Reaching his hand around to rub circles on your nub. The rapid change in pace has you approaching release. He's been teasing you for who knows how long. You lost all track of time as he played with you like that. But within seconds you're crying out. The way his hips snap into you. The pull on your shoulders. The deep arch in your back. The constant pressure on your nerves. You had no chance of lasting. 

His hand on your hip pulls you back to meet him. Chasing his own high with inhuman speed. Once you feel his release as your sensitive walls slow their contractions, he slows. Running a palm up your spine. Releasing the latch on the gag. 

“You know I still love you.” His voice sounds from above you as you spit the gag onto the bed below you. Strings of saliva snap as you cough in a deep breath of air. 

What better way to celebrate graduation than by losing your virginity? It hadn’t really been planned out this way, but here you were pressed up against the closed door to Katsuki’s dorm room. His tongue down your throat with who knows how long until someone realizes the two of you slipped away from the celebration downstairs.

There’s a different kind of heat to this moment. The way your hands were already exploring each other's bodies before you made it to his door. The way his teeth were already leaving bite marks to your neck as he fished out his key. Barely pulling his body away from yours before shuffling you inside.

Aizawa shouldn’t be patrolling tonight. After all, you shouldn’t be their responsibility anymore. Moving out in a few days to settle into lives as Pro-Heroes and Sidekicks.

But right now? All that seemed like eons away.

Your entire world was right here. Flushed cheeks and crimson irises to match.

Katsuki had pushed you against his door to close it. The metallic clank of the lock ringing in your ears. A silent hope for uninterrupted alone time.

Katsuki pulls away. Saliva connecting your tongues. Heavy panting fills the void between your faces. He wraps a strong arm around your waist. A small groan leaving his throat as he presses your core against his hardening length. Pulling your lower back off the wooden door.

There’s a hesitance that lingers in the air. Both of you sensing the change in the atmosphere. Your hands come to rest on his chest. Eyes raising from his lips to gaze into his own.

You love how soft and sweet he is with you. He can still be abrasive, but behind closed doors? Only you are privy to the sweetheart that is Katsuki Bakugou.

“Can I have you tonight?” His fingers gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “All of you? Please?”

You don’t trust your own words at first. Forcing an eager nod before managing, “Y-yes, fuck, please.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a plea. His muscular grip on your waist tightens. Bodies flush against one another. As his fingers trail into your hair. Pulling your face closer to his. His soft warm lips finding yours once again. This time with more tenderness. Passion. Delicate licks to your bottom lip. Leaving you chasing after him. Wanting more. The way his length grinds against your core isn’t enough. One hand fists his shirt, while the other trails up his neck. Fingers trailing up, grazing his Adams apple. A deep moan vibrates from his throat to your fingers.

His grip on your waist loosens and his body pulls away from yours only to lead you closer to the bed. Shoes kicked off by the door. Your fingers pull at the fabric of his shirt. Forcing your lips away from his so you can get the t-shirt up and over his head. Reluctantly he slides his arms away from your touch, allowing the article to be discarded over his head.

You take a moment to study his chest. His abs. The well defined curves resulting from his training. Like a map of dunes you wish to have memorized. Featherlight touches trail down the expanse of his chest. Studying every crevice and mark and scar.

You’ve seen his body dozens of times before. Yet somehow now it feels different.

The soft glisten of sweat across his skin. He stands there. Letting you explore him.

His hands, warm and clammy, come to rest on your hips. Slowly gripping the fabric of your dress the longer you trail your palms across his muscles. It was graduation after all, you figured you’d try at least a little. Slowly gathering more of the fabric in his hands he lifts. You coyly raise your hands above your head. Dragging your gaze up his body to meet his lustful eyes. Looking up through your lashes you let out a breathy chuckle through your nose as you smile up at him. Katsuki takes his time. Gliding his fists up, the dip of your waist, the curve of your breast. Up and over your head.

Exposing the matching set you chose to wear. Solid black with lace edges. Lace the signature red-orange of his hero suit. Almost creating his iconic “X” as it follows the curves of your breasts, meeting in the middle of your chest and following along your ribs. A detail not lost to you when you purchased it. “Can’t get enough of me can you?” And clearly not lost on Katsuki either.

“What can I say? You overwhelm me.” Your tone is seductive, breathless. A whine gets caught in your throat as he trails his fingers along your collarbone. Down the center of your chest to meet the “X.”

He eyes you with as much fervor as you did him. You study his face as he admires you. No sign of disgust or hesitance, only love and awe.

His v-line catches your eye and you follow its direction to the way his bulge presses against the confines of his pants. You know it must be aching. Begging for attention. Your own slick pooling between your legs at the thought.

Tentatively you reach forward. Palm coming to rest along his length. A testing push, and stroke. One finger dips beneath your bra, running along your skin. A breath caught as he catches your nipple. Two can play at this game.

Yet instinctively, you both seem to realize you don’t have time for that. You don’t want to rush, but what if someone comes looking?

His free hand reaches back to fight with the clasp of your bra as your hand moves to battle with his belt.

Your band comes loose as you get his pants undone. Gentle fingertips as they trail up your back, over your shoulder, and down your arms. Taking your bra straps with them. You slightly maneuver your arms allowing the undergarment to fall to the floor.

He gently presses a kiss to your cheek. Peppering kisses along your skin. There’s a quiet shuffle as Katsuki shifts out of his jeans. Your eyes closed, letting the sensations of the moment take over your body. His hands are soft against you. Cradling you as he maneuvers your body onto the bed. Knees creasing as he bends forward. Lips following yours down as you sit on the edge of his bed. His hand at the back of your head keeps you firmly against him as he moves. Seamlessly laying you back. Slow. Controlled.

He only pulls away as his fingers fall to the lace waistline of your panties. Coming to stand back at full height. Your eyes raking over his features. Erect head, swollen at the ready. Standing proud. You can feel your cheeks getting hotter. Core pulsating. You find some stability with your toes and lift your hips off the mattress. Allowing Katsuki the room to get you fully naked. Tossing the last remaining piece of clothing to the side. Catching your leg in his hand as he brings it to his lips. A soft, quick kiss to your ankle before he’s climbing over you.

Noses drawing circles and shapes around one another. Dancing an unspoken dance of who breaks first? Lips parting and breaths getting heavier.

He’s gently testing the waters. Trailing his fingers from your hip between your legs. Delicately finding their way between your folds. An experimental circle of your clit. Trailing to your entrance and back again. Ensuring he provides your clit enough stimulation so that you’re wet enough for him. For his size.

Little moans filter into his mouth. Caught in your throat. And everything in between.

He reluctantly pulls away from your body. Cheeks flushed as he went to his nightstand. Retrieving something from the drawer. The little square in his hands has the moment sinking in. A condom. At least one of you was prepare for that.

He fumbles with the packaging a few times in his fingers. Muttering curses mostly to himself. Finally bringing the corner to his mouth and taking it between his teeth. Eyes flashing up to meet yours as if he suddenly remembered you were sitting there watching him. That feral-ness in his eyes only encourages the ache in your core. Your eyes locked as he forcefully tugs the wrapper away from his mouth. As if his life depended on it. He carefully grabs the condom and discards the wrapper to his trash bin.

Taking up a stance in front of you as he tries to put it on. Trying to roll it up his length only to fail. He flips it over, trying again. Still nothing. Flipping it back once again, “Fuck!” It’s a deep guttural angry noise. You notice his hands are shaking. Barely, but noticeable.

Before he gets any worse, “Kats…” A gentle touch placed on his hip. “Allow me?” With an exacerbated huff, cheeks turning even more rosy with a tinge of embarrassment, he hands it over.

You inspect the rubber carefully, trying to decipher the way it should unravel. Once decided, you hold it up to his tip. Wanting and leaking. You want to lean forward and lick it. Tease him and take it into your mouth.

But there are other items on the menu tonight.

You gently make contact, pushing on his reddened head. Urging on the lubricated latex as it unrolls up his length. You can hear a quiet noise in Katsuki’s throat. Most likely from the new sensation, and your touch.

You look up at him through your lashes. One hand resting around his base, the other on his hip.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek, “You sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

His lips find yours. Gentle but urgent. As he slowly lowers his weight back on top of you. Climbing back onto the bed to hover over you. Shifting your bodies to lay across the long direction of the dorm bed.

“I- I’ve heard it might hurt… for you…” You nod. “I’ll try to go slow,” you swallow hard, another nod.

His lips find your collar bone as his fingers find themselves between your legs. Pulling at your folds and searching for that nub. A shocked gasp leaves you as he puts pressure on your sensitive nerves. Small bites and nibbles at your flesh in combination has you squirming under his body weight.

He shifts his weight back to his heels, kneeling before your spread thighs. He watches as he dips one finger in your entrance. A tiny noise leaves you as he immediately pulls it out again. A lewd string of your wetness connects between you and his finger. He runs it up his length, gripping himself around his base.

His crimson eyes find yours, with hesitance and reality setting it. Your arms instinctually close to your chest. Gripping at nothing as if you had a chain of pearls around your neck to clutch. Simply trying to ground yourself. “You say the word and I’ll stop.” His brows furrowed together with the way you fall in on yourself.

You shake your head, “I want this... you.”

He chuckles a smile, “Then I need you to relax. Deep breath.”

He runs his tip through your folds down to find your entrance. His eyes are already fluttering shut. Your breath is caught in your throat and the moment seems to stand still. The entire world around you fades into nothing.

He pushes his hips forward just enough for your walls to stretch and close around his tip. The stretch is much more than you anticipated. You fight your body’s urge to squirm. To pull away. It feels so good but so odd. The hand from around his base comes to stabilize your hips. Leaning forward with his other. Pulling your hand into his and interlacing your fingers. Trapping your arm above your head in his grasp for stability.

He slightly pulls back. Your entrance gets caught on his ridge before he surges forward slightly. You squeeze his hand impossibly tight. Eyes closing. Katsuki repeats the motion of his hips until he’s halfway sheathed within your pliant walls. It’s not the same as his fingers. Too much stretch and pressure in different places. Forcing your eyes open you can tell the way he fights his eyes from rolling to the back of his skull.

Seeing the way his hips still hover above yours. How his length disappears beyond your vision, but you know it disappears inside your walls. Your free hand comes to cup his cheek and he’s peeling his eyes open to meet yours.

“Please… I- I need you. One final push… just do it.”

“I- but I’ll hurt you.”

“Kats… I trust you, please.”

He gives a silent nod. Taking a deep breath and pulls almost entirely out. Stilling for a moment to gather himself. You give a half nod back to him. And he thrusts his hips forward.

“Fuck!” “Shit!”

You wince. And he drops his forehead to your chest. You’re both panting. The intrusion feels so filling. So much larger than you anticipated, but so good. You can tell your walls are fluttering and tightening at the stretch. Trying to accommodate his length.

Katsuki shifts his weight, dropping on top of you. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you bring yours around his neck. Your bodies are getting used to the sensation as he kisses you. Much more aggressively and passionately. Tangling your fingers in his hair. Your spasms start to slow and he slowly rocks his hips.

Swallowing your moans with his tongue. He sets a steady pace. You fight to lock your ankles around his waist as his pelvis grinds into your clit. Hitting every spot you never knew you had. Every spot that was unreachable before now is sparked to life.

His groans vibrate across your tongue as a different kind of pressure builds in your gut. Katsuki pushes up to his hands to get a different angle. Speeding up the rocking of his hips.

You fight to watch his reactions. The way his face crinkles and noises escape from between his lips. Sweat beading across his forehead. Cheeks flushed with desire. Your hands fall down his chest. One staying above his heart and the other falling to sit on his waist.

Instead of digging your nails into his skin you tighten your eyes. Focusing on the sensations and not the sights in front of you.

In the throes of bliss you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, feeling your walls tighten and pleasure climb. Wait, those are flashes of light. You peel your eyes open to see tiny explosions going off above your head. Katsuki is too deep in his head to know what he’s doing.

“Kats?” Your grip on his waist gets tighter. “Kats.” His moans are so beautiful and you hate to ruin this moment for him, but the tiny ashes and singes to your cheeks forces you to shake him. “Kats!”

“SHIT.”

Head leaning back away from you immediately. Pulling his body away from yours. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

You can’t help but laugh. It starts off small. Trying not to turn this into an issue. But it bubbles out of you. The concerned scowl on his face only gets worse.

“I’m perfectly alright, are you okay?”

“I - I guess I’m not used to feeling like this.”

You raise an eyebrow. So many questions pop up, but now is not the time. His gaze falls elsewhere. Not really looking at you.

“Hey,” gently pulling him from whatever corner his mind just fell into, you can see his focus readjust to you, “We’ll figure it out, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” Shifting his weight back down to you. Thumbs running across your cheek. Inspecting the tiny red dots that speckle your face. What if he had permanently scarred you without even realizing it?

“I promise.” You can see the concern still plastered across his face. “Do you want to continue?” Shifting your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“What kind of first time would it be if we didn’t finish?” That mischievous glint returning to his eyes. Leaning down to kiss you, he pulls away once again, “If you want to stop just-“

“Shut up and kiss me already,” hand roaming into his hair. Tugging him closer to you. So what if he sets off fireworks again? So what if he burns the bed down? As long as I get to have all of him the consequences be damned.

His hips picked up speed once again. His tongue colliding with yours. Rhythm getting sloppier. Noises filling the room, both from the two of you and from the sounds of your bodies. His pelvis and length hits all the right spots.

Katsuki doesn’t let up as you ride out your high. Encasing your cries of pleasure with his own mouth. Trying to breathe but swallowing his groans instead.

He is short to follow. Hips sputtering then still. Your sensitive walls feel the twitch of his length inside you. Was he supposed to pull out? There’s a flicker of concern across your face, but Katsuki misses it.

“I love you.” His voice is gruff and tired as his fingers play with your hair.

You hear the click of the door as your husband Izuku comes home for the day. Pro-Hero Deku. A sentence you're still not used to thinking about. Excited to welcome him home, you quickly round the corner to find him arm leaning against the closed door. Forehead pressed into his forearm. There’s a layer of grime and dirt across his uniform and he smells of sweat. 

“Hey, hone-” your voice is cut off. Your brain lags a second before registering what just happened in that split second. The flashes of green lightning dance across his skin. Faster than the blink of an eye he turned around, his hand covering your mouth. His other arm wrapped around your waist, impossibly tight. Holding you hard against his solid muscular form. You can feel the way blackwhip ebbs and flows from his palm, engulfing your mouth. You can’t help the muffled whine as you melt into his arms. Forcing air in through your nose. There’s darkness flickering beneath the power that causes his emerald irises to glow. 

Izuku doesn’t want to talk tonight. 

Something must have happened today, and he’s about to take it out on you. Every once in a while when he gets mad, or something Katsuki says really gets to him, he takes it out on you. An agreement that the two of you had previously come to. You like to think it's a secret that you like when he's this rough. Like to think that he believes you deal with his behavior just because you love every part of him. It's just a happy side effect that this happens to be Izuku’s preferred form of stress relief. 

You like to think you’re pressed up against his hardening dick, but it may just be the protective padding of his suit. Either way, you’re acutely aware of the pressure against your pelvis. His grip on you makes you weak in the knees. 

He retracts his hand, pulling blackwhip out from filling your mouth. You intake a deep shaky breath at the release of your mouth. Although short lived before his lips find yours. Slow at first, but growing passionate, deepening as his now free hand lowers. Encouraging your knees up and your thighs to wrap around his waist. Hooking your ankles together behind his back. His other arm is still caging your torso against his. That pure strength alone is enough to keep you stable against his form. Your locked legs are just a formality to make you feel more sturdy in his grip. 

Izuku’s tongue flicks across your lips, opening your lips on instinct. You reciprocate by meeting his tongue with your own. His grunts of pleasure onto your tongue only fuel the growing heat at your core. You can’t even tell what his movements are. Muscles flexing with ease. If you had your wits about you, the rush of wind against your hair would tell you that he used his speed to get you into the bedroom. When you're lost in him like this, you simply lose all track of time. It could have been 5 seconds or 5 hours and you would believe either case. When you finally pull away panting you’re in your bedroom. Cheeks flushed and pulse racing. 

He reaches around to unhook your legs and tosses you onto the bed. As you open your mouth to protest, a shocked noise, anything… Blackwhip is at your throat. The strands forming a gag around your cheeks and nape. Occupying the space between your teeth to keep your mouth slightly ajar. 

Izuku glares at you. Lifeless mossy tones study your every move. Your finger twitches in your lap on nervous impulse. His eyebrow raises as the turquoise obsidian morphs and branches into cuffs around your wrists. 

“Now, you’re going to play nice, or it will get worse.” You almost don’t recognize the voice as your husband. Something really horrendous must have happened today, and you don't dare ask. “Understand?”

His tone is sharp as you force a nod. Eyes silently pleading for mercy. Although this new timbre has chills running down your spine and through to your core. 

He takes his time shedding his uniform. One glove then the other. A zipper here and a button there.  Peeling the leather and kevlar away from his skin. Acting as if you are not sitting right there watching his every move. Slowly soaking through your panties and sitting in your own wetness. Every ripple and feather of unbridled power coursing just beneath his skin. His back is to you as he strips his pants in one go. You could study the muscles of his back for hours. However, the form of his ass and thighs suddenly makes you aware of the drool pooling in your mouth as you try to swallow your pride. You refuse to be a sopping mess before he even touches you. Blackwhip smooth against your tongue, the intrusion not unwelcome. Feeling awkward as you try to find a comfortable way to sit your tongue in your mouth. 

You watch his muscular body as he struts toward the en suite bath. The frame of the opening blocking your view of him. You hear the faucet running. The shuffle of a towel. The noises of friction. You’re sure he’s not gone for that long, but the seconds feel like hours. The tether of blackwhip still trailing from you and around the corner to Izuku. 

After what feels like ages he returns, now with a little less dirt on his face and chest. You can’t help the way your eyes wander to his erect dick. Standing at full attention, slightly curved and thicker than anything you thought you could take. His veins are ever prominent, on both his cock and forearms. Your entire body heats with desire. You wouldn't be surprised if he could hear the way your heart beats wildly within the cage of your chest. 

Izuku stops to stand in front of you. Carding his fingers through your hair. Pulling it away from your face as he gently but firmly pulls and tilts your head up toward him. His eyes are ever so slightly softer, but still much harsher than you’re used to. 

You aren’t expecting him to speak, so his voice startles you, “So are you going let me do what I want? Or are you going to fight it?”

You don’t know if you should nod or shake your head. Which question will he think you are answering? It’s a lose-lose situation. A rigged question. A silent plea in your eyes as he studies your face. You decide against responding in any form. 

“Good.” He leans forward and leaves a tender kiss to your forehead. A silent promise that he still loves you, regardless of how he may be about to treat you. You close your eyes at the sweetness, a stray tear leaving the corner of your eye. You aren't quite sure if it's from fear, nerves, or relief. 

Izuku flicks his wrist, seamlessly yanking your arms above your head and tethering them to the metal grid above your bed. The custom frame was commissioned specifically for his ease of using blackwhip. He gently pulls on the tether. The strain on your shoulders has you shuffling your feet to try and slide along the bed. The gag muffles any noises you try to make in protest as he maneuvers you into the position he wants. You silently agreed to not fight it, but you think Izuku secretly likes it when you fight back. You can feel the connections slide along your skin. The gag rearranging to connect up your arms to the cuffs. Your ass starts to raise off the mattress as you fight to get your knees under you. 

Before you can rearrange yourself, frantically fighting to find comfort, he's in front of you. Large heads tearing your remaining clothes off as if they're nothing but paper in his way. Your walls tighten around nothing at the show of strength. Another reminder that he could easily break you if he wanted to. His hand sits on your knee as you feel blackwhip wrap around the flesh. Your eyes search his, but you're only met with hunger. Your knee tethered to the metal grid as well as the length is shortened, pulling your body into the air. You let yourself succumb to the stretch. Knowing that the more you fight it, the more it will hurt. Your free leg dangles down to the bed below. 

Actively trying to slow your breathing, minimize the panic. Any air that you can get through your nose to keep you conscious. Right now it isn't a problem, but it might be if you can't remain calm. Izuku starts biting and nibbling on your thigh as it sits hear his face. Fingertips trailing up the back of your leg to grip at your ass. Lack of touch followed by a slap. Scream absorbed into nothing by your gag as it fluctuates down your throat. A soothing touch followed by another slap to your other cheek. 

You try to not think about the fact that Izuku can most definitely see the way your hole spasms with every spank. Focusing on your breathing as he continues. Relaxing your head against your bicep.

Breathe in. smack

Breathe out. slap

Breathe in. smack

Breathe out. slap

You aren't sure who is matching their timing to the other. Your bodies have been in sync for so long your rhythms come naturally. One finger trails between your legs, inserted into your entrance with no warning. The movement is languid. After a moment with no touch there's a small pop and you know he had to lick his finger clean. 

You try not to think about the sting on your ass as you feel another blackwhip added to your other knee. Smooth and cool as it slowly raises your knee to angle you above the bed. The stretch in your hips keeping you spread open is bordering on too much. You swear you can feel the metal of the frame on your knees, but you can't bring yourself to raise your head and look. 

There's something nudging at your entrance. Wiggling between your folds before moving closer to your clit. The warm wetness of his tongue has your body jolting. Did he just dig his nose in down there? His nose bumping your clit as his tongue worms into your tightness. Your arms try to pull on the ropes but the effort is futile. Resorting yourself to wrapping your hands around the obsidian cord, giving you some sort of semblance of stability as your body sways in the air. 

Flat tongue running between your folds before he suctions onto your nub. The gag continues to move in your mouth, alternating between reaching down your throat to stop your moans and allowing you the chance to breathe. 

You can tell Izuku is enjoying himself by his clear lack of care at the amount of times he's brought you so close to release only to change his pace. Fingers running along your lower back and sore ass. Places he would usually not be able to give attention to while eating you out. 

Your head is getting heavy. The angle Izuku has you hanging is making the blood gather in your skull. It's an effort to control your breathing. Body feeling limp and hefty while simultaneously weightless. The rush in your head has you feeling drunk on pleasure. You've lost all sense of sound around you a while ago. You’d believe it if blackwhip was blocking your ears, although unlikely. Honestly you don't know if you've come yet, you just know that whatever Izuku’s doing feels amazing. 

The angle of your hips changes slightly as you feel your knees lowering, body leveling out. A different pressure at your entrance. Groaning as you're finally speared on this thickness. His hands wrap under your thighs to grab your waist. Stabilizing some of your ricochets as he bounces his hips into yours. The slight move available in your hips has you angling into him. Loving that he gets deeper with every thrust. Stretching you more with every pound into you. You're already a mess. Brain devolved into mush, no thoughts, just dopamine. 

“Say it, say my name.” He commands as he rips blackwhip from your face. Gasping for oxygen as you finally have access to unrestricted air. 

“‘Zu-Zuku… I, fuck.” Your screams are incoherent as you bounce around. You would feel ridiculous if he hadn't put you in this position. His pace becomes deadly, quickly bringing you both to climax. His name becomes a chant across your tongue. A prayer for release. You feel the liquid splash across your belly. Not quite sure if it's yours or his, as if it matters.

The cooling ropes begin to loosen, and the bed cushions you. He gently pulls you up, wrapping your limp arms around his neck. Izuku stays between your legs, pulling you into his lap. Tucking your ass in closer, pushing his dick further into you. You whine at the pressure, forcing his seed to dribble out, finally registering that he never pulled out. He gently rubs your legs. As you start to feel the blood rush back into your extremities, “Hook your legs for me, darling.”

Months of reassuring Tamaki that you wanted this. Months of watching him practice his quirk (because he insisted you’d be grossed out). Months of building up his confidence in the bedroom. Months of research and looking things up.

Led to this.

The few tentacles originating from where his hand should be. Like fingers extending from his palm. One thick, wrapping all the way up your leg. Twisting from your ankle all the way to the tip near your folds. The other, shorter, coils between your wrists. Keeping them tight to one another.

“Is this okay?”

“‘Maki, we talked about this. I’ll use my word if I don’t like anything. I promise.” You can see the hesitance still lingering in his purple irises. “I love you, and I appreciate the effort you’re putting into this.” His cheeks turn fire hydrant red as he pulls his gaze away from yours. Trying to hide his face behind his unoccupied hand.

You reach your hands forward. There isn’t much resistance from his hold on you. Fingers tracing his abs, lowering to grip on the hem of his gray sweatpants. The simplest things still fluster Tamaki, but he’s learned to control himself over the years.

“Hey, look at me.” The gentle tug on his pants is not inherently sexual. He slowly lowers his hand. You reach with your free hand, his tentacle wriggling and squirming to allow your movements. Gently taking his fingers into yours. “I want you to do this. I trust you.”

“Are you really sure?”

You give him an earnest smile, “We’ve come this far, why stop now?” You look at him through your lashes as you bring his hand closer to your lips. However, changing your angle to place a sweet kiss against his tentacle around your wrist. He practiced a slime with the right texture. Enough for him to glide easily, but not enough to leave an icky feeling residue behind. You lick your lips with the stickiness they pick up. Salty.

You know he’s been turned on this entire time. The bulge pressing against his sweats is not lost to you. But you want him to make the first move, teach him that he can take control and get what he wants out of the situation.

He leans down to give you a quick peck. Immediately returning to deepen it as you chase after his lips when he pulls away. The grip on the meat of your thigh gets tighter. The suctions pull your skin like dozens of micro-hickeys, eliciting a small moan from you. You’ve learned the more vocal you are the more it encourages him. Never holding back any squeak or sigh or moan that wants to be known.

Another tentacle slowly wraps around your midsection. Careful not to squeeze too tight, but enough to feel confined. The tail end wrapping up between your breasts. His tongue dances with yours as the tip of the tentacle maneuvers to wrap around your nipple. Squeezing and flicking it with such precision. Your groans of pleasure surround his tongue.

Suddenly remembering the hem of his pants squeezed into your palm, you gently tug down. Sliding over his hardened length with tender care. Just enough to be a tease. Just enough to make him want more.

He makes a small noise of pleasure, pulling himself off you. Chest flushed to match his cheeks as he pants, “Tonight… is about… you.”

Your own breaths are hot and heavy, “That’s not… exactly fair. Is it?”

Instead of a response he reclaims your lips. His own soft and warm against yours. The slime left behind on your nipple is no weirder than saliva left behind from a lick. Causing a cooling of your skin against the air of the room. The breeze from the ceiling fan sending goosebumps across your skin.

You gasp as the tentacle on your breasts switches to the other side, small pops as the suctions peel away from your skin. Adding a whole new layer of sensations. Another tentacle feels its way up your other leg. Wrapping once around your thigh to lift and spread it. Leaving you open, vulnerable. The slide of ooze held stationary by the suctions. Gliding the smooth side of his tentacles across your folds.

Tamaki doesn’t stop tasting the sweet noises from your mouth. Keeping it hard for you to breathe around his lack of need for air. Sometimes using gills to absorb oxygen from the air instead of resorting to normal methods. Another adaptation taken from eating octopus.

Your combined stickiness makes for easy entry. The warm, wet appendage adding its own lubricant to the mix. You hate to admit how wet you are. How you can feel the throbbing of your heartbeat thrumming throughout your cunt. His thick appendage curling over on itself so that he doesn’t accidentally suction to your insides as he presses past your entrance. You know your safety is his top concern, but you honestly don’t care anymore.

“Oh! Fuck!” You finally break free of his kiss. Falling back against the mattress as you writhe with his movements. His slick length stretches your walls. Pulsing and undulating inside you with a feeling you can’t describe. Stretching you in all the best ways possible. Ways you never thought possible.

You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under Tamaki as he works you. Nipples hard and sensitive under the cool air of the room and the relentless teasing. His slick tentacle working your insides, inching further, deeper, pushing your boundaries. Hands now held above your head with the grip of his other appendage, pinning you down.

Just when you might think it’s too much, his suctions latch on your clit. Throughout your folds. Providing just the right amount of sensations to push you over the edge. The way your body clenches down on how he stuffs you full almost makes it painful… but all the more pleasurable.

His hand brushes away the stray hairs from across your face. Trying to come down from your high and he still worms his way through your walls. “‘Ma-Maki…”

“Y-yes?” His cheeks flushed and hesitant. Adoration in his eyes as he studied you, but all his movements stop.

Shouto has either mastered making his ice not cold, or you’ve just gone numb to the pain. You can never quite tell. He’s had you tethered to each bedpost by a crystalline structure for not that long. But you’re sure any normal ice would have given you frostbite by now. Legs spread eagle each bound to a bedpost. Arms close to each other above your head, but not enough to confine your head between your biceps. If only you were close enough to grip the headboard between your fingers so that your nails aren’t digging into your palm.

The way he trails a finger down your arm… neck… sternum. Swirls of frost dance across your skin. Freezing the beads of sweat onto your skin. Nipples pebbling up at the chill. Down the center line of your chest, removing his touch at your belly button. 

Shouto comes to rest on his haunches between your legs. He holds a crude ball of ice in one hand. Fanning a sparkling flame with the other. Slowly bringing his hands together, fire and ice, a deadly combination. The anticipation builds as you watch the ice melt. Excruciatingly slow as it beads up. Slowly slithering down the side of the ice. Where it finally falls to your pelvis. The sudden cold makes you flinch. He continues. Drawing a line of chilly drops from one hip to the other across your lower belly. It takes everything in your power not to squirm. The sensation of the cold ever so slowly melting away as the drops warm with your body heat. Slowed by the way Shouto had frozen your skin. Only enough for the goosebumps to stay ever present. 

Slowly lowering the location of the drips. One too close to the apex of your thigh. Your muscle spasms. Forcing it to slide down your hip crease between your thigh and your  sex. The chill of the drop sliding down to the mattress below you sends an equal chill up your spine. Walls flutter around nothing at the stimulation. 

Shouto looks so concentrated. So deep in thought. Yet so… in awe. The way you writhe and fight the desire to move. The line of drops is still perfectly sitting across your pelvis. Studying his work so diligently. Silently he takes his bottom lip into his mouth just as another drip mirrors the last. Sliding down your hip crease on the other side. It has your legs flinching shut. Although the action is useless. Shoutos firm body planted between your thighs only allows for maybe an inch of movement. 

His lip is released from his bite as he smirks down at you. Finally getting a reaction. Finally cracking your resolve. 

He brings the hand of fire to hover over your core. The warmth between the two matching dribbles between your legs. You can’t tell which sensation to focus on. He moves his hand higher. Carefully trailing it from hip to hip. Watching as the water drops bubble and evaporate from the heat. The water dancing and sizzling across your skin. 

“Shou…” you can’t help but whine. You love when he plays with you but he can be such a fucking tease. 

“Yes, love?” He tears his gaze away from your smooth skin to meet your restless features. Eyebrows taught together, eyes begging for relief. The sweet sultry tone in his voice does not match the carnal desire reflected in his mismatched eyes. 

You struggle to slow your panting, “I- fuck!” A cold droplet landing right on top of your clit has your back arching. Dribbling through your folds. Leaving a trail cold as ice in its wake. Settling at your entrance. You would give anything for more. More cold. More heat. More Shouto. 

The ball of ice dissipates as quickly as it appeared. Fingertips trail from your ankles, just above the ice restraints that lay there. 

His right hand, trailing up your left leg. Skin prickling in goosebumps as the chill waves across your body. With his left hand, careful to not get too close to the ice restraint, sets the heat emanating from his fingers. Trailing up your shin, searing a heated red mark in its wake. Nothing that will scar. A temporary reminder of his presence, much like a sunburn. The small burn scar on your hip tingles in response. A mark of trial and error before Shouto knew your limits… and his own. You wouldn’t care if it happened again. Not with the way the dueling temperatures run up your body. Legs tingling with desire. Your core pulsates for more. Fingerprints left behind in flame and ice as his motions continue up your thighs. Aching for more. Anything that he’s willing to give you. You fight the restraints. Silently begging Shouto to do more. You haven’t been able to steady your breathing. Heart pounding with anticipation, resonating in your eardrums. 

You pull your eyes open. Focusing on the large outline pressed against his boxers. The smallest of wet spots gathering at his tip. An indication that he loves this just as much as you do. If you weren’t restrained you’d be reaching forward, palming him through the fabric. Sliding the waistband down to further expose his v-line…

His hands don’t stop at the apex of your thighs. Palms finding your hip bones, and further up to your waist. Expanding his large hands to grasp at your flesh. Fingers wrapping back toward your spine. Just to watch your body twist and react. Arch and bend at his will. Grip pressing into your skin, absorbing the way his skin feels pressed against yours. The action is so sweet, surprisingly intimate nestled between moments of desire. Undoubtedly leaving behind red hand prints from frost and heat as he finally pulls them away. Slowly trailing an icy finger down the red hot marks along your right thigh. Then matching a warm touch down the frostbitten trail on your left thigh. 

Just when you think you might get a moment of relief, he’s pressing his left palm over your clit. Suctioning his skin to yours. Heat burning between your legs, literally and figuratively. His skin is hot. Causing a sharp intake of air through your teeth. Back curving, pelvis angling deeper. He’s learned your reactions, the ways you squirm and whine. Walking the fine line between pleasure and pain… and too much. 

The warmth ebbs through your body. Just as you consider the thought that it’s too much, you’re sagging back into the mattress as he pulls his palm away. The air of the room cools against your skin, allowing for a small reprieve. Small groans of satisfaction ring above you. You can feel your pulse racing in your chest, your ears, your folds…

Two hot fingers glide from your clit, through your wetness and to your entrance. Your hips try to buck, but an icy crackle rings through the room. You feel the restraints on your ankles tighten and pull. Slowly encapsulating ice further up your legs. A warning, Shouto’s in the driver’s seat and if you want to feel good you need to control yourself. Those two fingers remain poised at your entrance. 

Slow. Controlled. Methodical. Shouto inches those fingers inside. Allowing your body ample time to adjust to the heat. You can feel his hotness radiating into the rest of your body from the inside out. Walls flutter around the intrusion. 

Once he deems you adjusted, he curls his fingers. Rubbing that gummy spot inside. Your back is arching once again, angling your hips to get the right spot. A soft pulsing in and out. Shouto  knows you better than the back of his own hand. You’d almost think his quirk was mind reading. Knowing just which angles and speed you want. You know Shouto is in control tonight, everything in your body fighting against the urge to move to meet his fingers. Silently beg for more as if your moans are not enough. 

A frozen touch against your clit has you jolting and spewing curses. Eyes flying open to meet his stare. His stormcloud iris sparkling with the nucleation of his ice. You can feel the involuntary way your walls tighten around his heated fingers. The dueling temperatures send you reeling. Fighting to even your breathing. Letting your eyes roll back when you hear a growl emanate above you…

“Eyes on me.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you will your eyes to open. Flames flicker across his azure eye as you feel the temperature within you rise. Maneuvering his right hand to spread two fingers around those lost in your core. Cooling your entrance as he threatens to burn your insides. That's all it takes to shove you off the edge. Fighting with yourself to maintain eye contact with Shouto. His guttural noise of approval is the only sound as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. His smirk does nothing to keep you calm, only keeping that desire burning as you try to slowly recover. He pulls out the fingers of his left hand, replacing them with the cooling of his right. However, the touch is brief before he's pulling out, only to ensure no physical damage if he accidentally got carried away. 

You allow yourself to close your eyes and lean your head back on the mattress for only a moment as the bed shifts. Shouto making his way to stand before shuffling out of his boxers. As the mattress moves and you feel his gentle touch on your thighs you gaze up at him once again. Eyes immediately falling to his swollen, leaking tip. Flushed red with desire, it must be aching for attention. The perfect combination of length and girth, the perfect combination for your ruin. 

The ice on your ankles moves, crackling and allowing him to hook your legs higher on his waist. His warm head sits against your nub. You study his face as he watches the way his dick slides through your folds. Mixing your release with his pre before stalling at your hole, still twitching. 

Your arms pull on the restraints as you try to adjust your body. His stare burns into your skin as it glides up to meet your eyes. Eyebrow raised in a silent question as to why you moved. Before you can stop or form a reason, his hips snap forward. Sheathing his full length within you in one solid stroke. 

His own groaned, “Fuck,” matches your unrestrained whine. 

The way he stretches you in all the best ways possible has you grinding into him. He braces his hands on the mattress on either side of your chest. Watching his length as he takes a few languid full circles of his pelvis as his length slides along all the right spots inside you. Sweat beads across his face as he meets your gaze. You can already tell the way your cream gathers in the mis-matched patch of hair at his base. Squelching fills the room as your panting dances between your bodies. 

His right thumb comes to brace under your left breast, palm across your ribcage. A thin surface of ice blooms along his veiny forearm. Possibly an attempt to cool himself while also causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Nipples aching with the desire to pebble up more than they already are. Shouto eagerly speeds up the pace of his thrusts. 

Leaning back, with his left hand pulling your knee into his chest. The pull on your arms gets tighter as he minimizes the space between your bodies. Bouncing you as he picks up the pace, giving him a better angle to hit that sweet spot. His chilled fingers find their way to circle your bundle of nerves once again. Shouto loses himself in his thrusting. The simple warmth of his body radiating inside you. The chill of his fingers on your clit and his hand searing near your knee where it grips. 

Both of your noises quickly become uncontrollable. The restraints on your wrists creak as you pull on them. All you want is to run your fingers down his chest. Claw into his back. Pull him as tight to you as humanly possible. 

“Sho- I… need you.” You can barely make the words out with the way he knocks the air from your lungs.

He folds your knee to your chest as he brings his lips to crash into yours. Stifling your cries of pleasure as you gush all over his cock. Maintaining his pace until he stills and you feel his release coat your walls. Swallowing his groans just as he did for you. Shouto breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead to yours. Hot breath trickling your skin as you both come down from your high. Gathering the strength to move. The lingering cold still throbbed between your legs. The trails of ice filled touches still felt present across your skin. 

When your friend convinced you to go out tonight you never thought you would have run into Red Riot. THE Red Riot. Or that he would have taken you across the street to a hotel. Or that you would currently be splayed across his lap on the luxurious couch in the nicest suite in said hotel. For one night? One night in this place was probably more than your paycheck but you tried to not think about it.

The top buttons of his shirt undone to show off his chest. Your fingers tapping and tracing along the hardened skin. You had practically begged him to show you his quirk. Your core tightens at the thought you just had, eyes trailing his body up to meet his gaze. His fingers tracing shapes along your shin. As if you’re both too scared to move.

Looking up at him through your lashes you try to play it cool, “So… can you use your quirk on your entire body?”

He pulls you closer to his side with his hand on your waist, “Well yea, that’s kinda how it works.”

“Like your.. entire body?” You gently slide your calf along his groin for emphasis. His eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re actually asking. You could’ve sworn his cheeks turned a shade redder.

“I- well- it protects it… while I fight. But I’ve never tried… that.”

“Can we?” You pause then quickly tack on, “Only if you want to.”

He pauses. Honestly thinking about it. An earnest, concerned curiosity in his eyes, “Won’t that… hurt?”

“I can take a lot more than you think.” Unable to stop the cheeky smile that spreads across your face.

He's already hard. It’s been pressing against your legs across his lap for the last 20 minutes while you alternate admiring his body and making out. He shifts you so that you’re not directly on him anymore. You can see the split second of concentration before his dick tears out of his pants. The echo of linen snapping catches you off guard. His dick, standing erect, hard and straight. You both slowly look up at each other then back down. His pants and boxers completely ruined. You’re just glad you didn’t have this idea while he was already inside you. Although… that thought only has your walls pulsing.

“Well shit,” he laughs, “still think you can take it?”

“I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” He raises an eyebrow. A silent promise that you better stay true to your word. All you do is smile, gaze locked with him.

He kisses your lips then stands from the couch. Quickly discarding his now ruined pants and shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt. He seems to be searching for something from his trousers. You can’t help but admire the way his muscles move. Feathering and flexing with every minute movement. A small tearing noise followed by a snapping sound. “Are you on birth control?” He glances over his shoulder.

You scoff, “Of course I am… I wasn’t exactly planning on trapping a pro-hero tonight…” you give him a pointed look. Begging him to argue.

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, turning around, “I just don’t know if the condom will survive.” He makes the point of looking down. The protective latex torn and falling away from his dick.

You can’t help but laugh at the sight, “Maybe work up to it? Instead of inserting it hard.” He reaches for his wallet as if he has another condom. “I meant in me… not the protection. I think we’ve established that’s not an option.”

He gives a somewhat guilty nod. As if he were the one asking for it, not you. He peels off the rubber, leaving it with the wrapper on the side table. He walks over to where you still sit on the soft leather couch. Leading you to stand as he grips the fabric of your dress.

“You need to ride me, I need you in control so that I don’t accidentally hurt you.”

“If you insist,” rising to your toes to kiss him. He meets your energy with even more desire. Messily using his tongue as if he’s already drunk on you. Pulling you against his body as you feel his member soften, releasing his quirk, yet still hard against your lower abdomen. Only breaking away to rip your dress over your head. The garment left little to the imagination, but he’s still muttering a curse as he takes in your naked form. Your cheeks get impossibly hotter. The reality setting in that you’re about to do it with Red Riot.

He glides his fingers down your arms. Sitting on the couch and pulling you into his lap. Digging your knees into the leather on either side of his muscular thighs. You venture a look at his dick now prominent between your legs. Seeing the actual size of it now without his quirk, it’s definitely on the larger side.

“Go at your own pace,” his voice brings your gaze up to his face, “You tell me what to do.” He adjusts his hips. Planting his feet firmly on the ground and widening his thighs. Giving you, and his balls, more room to work with.

You glide the underside of his length along your folds. Grinding along it a few times. Trying to stop the tiny moans and gasps as it bumps against your clit. Interlacing your fingers with his and using his arms for stability. You skillfully angle your hips as his tip aligns with your entrance. You hesitate. Almost as if asking permission. He squeezes your hands tighter and you feel him twitch against your hole.

With a deep steadying breath you drop your hips. Slick enough to take him to the hilt in one go. His beautiful groan rang across the room. Girth spreads you in all the right directions. You experimentally circle your pelvis. Making him hit all the angles within you. Eyes falling closed as you adjust to his size. You bounce a few times, slowly rising to his tip to fall back down.

“Harden. Just a bit.”

“As you wish.”

The difference is minute. Circling to feel the adjustment, “Again.”

His fingers release one of your hands to fall and grip your waist. Continuing your slow circling to gauge the change in hardness.

“More.”

Switching to a figure 8 motion there’s less give. Definitely able to feel the difference in hardness now. There’s very minimal bend in his member. Slowly rising and falling. Adjusting to the difference in mohs his body is capable of. Your bouncing gets faster. Slightly more aggressive. You’ve essentially been teasing yourself. Changing angles and speeds. Trying to find the best outcome with his hard length.

“Harder.”

“That’s it.” You can feel the stiffness of his base between your legs. No give in his angle or length. Points stab against your insides but in a good way. You know if you’re too rough with yourself it might cause damage. But the potential danger only has your walls clenching.

You bring both hands to rest on his chest, “Is it still good for you?” Not like you wouldn’t let him use you after you get off. You very gently bounce. Worried that if his tip gets too close to your entrance it might be more difficult to get him back in. Restart from square one.

“Yes… fuck…” he finally lets out a pretty moan. Finally matching the quiet noises you’ve been emitting the whole time.

You rock your hips. The zero give only stretches you open when you try. Curses spilling from your lips. It essentially feels like fucking a rock, not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. Just a new sensation. A warm rock. That threatens to split you open and tear you apart if you move incorrectly. Yet you want it to.

Weaseling his hand between your bodies he finds your bundle of nerves. Calculated movements as you start to move on autopilot. The extra stimulation was just what you needed to fall over the edge. Your hips find their own uneven beat as you try to hit those spots within you. It hurts, but it's so good. Your brows furrow and breathe heavy. Moans uncontrollable as your forehead falls to his chest.

Lewd squelching and a cry of pain? pleasure? both? echo in the room.

It feels as if he’s gone flaccid compared to how hard he was. Still not soft by any means of the word. Your hips are still functioning on auto as you come down from your high. He pulls up on your hips as he releases all over you. Clearly trying to pull out, but a split second too late. His release splashing all over your folds and dribbling down himself.

You’re deep in conversation with Mina when there’s a faint electric charge trailing up your arm. “There’s my wife.”

It takes everything in your power to not squirm, to not moan, to hide the goosebumps as they appear across your skin. Your spaghetti strap dress leaves little to the imagination as your chest flushes a shade darker. “There’s my hero,” forcing your voice into nonchalance.

Slightly turning your body to force him to remove his hand from your bicep, allowing you to link your hands around his suited elbow.

“Ready to go?”

“I guess my feet are getting sore in these heels…” Turning your gaze back to your friend, “I guess that’s my cue.”

Goodbyes are said and Denki leads you out to the line of limos at the valet. Assisting you inside as you shift across the seat. As he sits down and the valet closes the door you comment, “I’ll still never get used to this treatment.”

“And I’ll never get used to how gorgeous you look every time we come to one of these events.”

His hand comes to rest on your exposed thigh, the slit of your dress inching higher as you settle into the seat.

He pulls your leg over to him trailing tiny zaps down your leg as he brings your foot to rest on his lap.

“Wha- what are you doing?”

Those zaps go straight to your core. Bringing to life that fluttering in your lower abdomen.

“You said your feet hurt,” fingers seamlessly working the buckle to slide off your shoe. Methodic fingers ease the pain away.

After rubbing your feet he brings your ankle up to his lips. A soft sweet kiss to your skin. However, you unceremoniously fall back against the limo seat at the angle he forces your body into. The slit of your dress falling more open and raising around your hips

“Denki! What are you-?” You’re cut off by the tingle across your skin. The way his touch slides higher up your thigh. You’re sure there’s a wet spot on your panties that he can see from this angle. Luckily your leg that’s not held captive blocks the driver's view of seeing what your husband is doing to you.

The car comes to a stop and you nearly fall off the seat from your satin dress against the leather. The driver opens the door and before you register what’s happening. Denki is out of the car, hauling you into his arms, with your stray shoe hanging from his fingers. Your arms fight for purchase round his neck as he carries you to the front door. Thanking your driver on the way. He may have seen the two of you do this countless times, but it doesn’t get any less embarrassing.

Once through the threshold his lips are on yours. As if you weigh nothing, Denki shifts you in his arms so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. Dress riding up around your waist, luckily not tearing from the generous slit. His hands glide up your thighs to take place on your ass. Moving to kiss your neck so that he can see where he’s going as he navigates you two into the bedroom. Teasing shocks to the flesh of your ass. You can’t help but moan at the way he plays with you. Biting and nibbling along the column of your neck.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, with you on his lap. You adjust your legs to be more stable on your knees and grind down. A sigh of relief as his warm bulge presses against your soaking heat.

Capturing his lips with your own, you fight with the buttons of his dress shirt. You can feel his own fingers fumbling with the buckle on your remaining shoe. Tongues colliding sloppily as you both focus on your other tasks. Your hips are also helplessly grinding against him. Searching for any kind of help for the tension that he caused.

Simultaneously you’re pulling his shirt out of his pants, trying to get it off his shoulders, while your shoe thuds to the ground. Soft painted lips leaving a trail of red kisses down his neck. Hands back to grabbing at your bare ass. Your lacy thong provides little protection from his wandering touch. Instinctively arching for him as he wiggles his fingers beneath the fabric. Running through your wetness.

He groans into your ear, “Ready already?” You whine and fiercely nod your head. Moving your hips. Silently begging for something as your walls tighten around nothing.

He slowly inserts two fingers. Scissoring and curling them as he coats himself in your slick. Undoubtedly staining his expensive slacks beneath you. When a small tingle sets your gummy insides alight. “Fuck.”

Another prickling of electricity has you angling your hips on him even more. Trying to ride his fingers, force them deeper.

“My girl really loves my quirk.” Zap.

“Your girl… ah… really loves how you learned to control your quirk… just for her.” Zap. You can’t stop the moans as you quickly lose yourself in his touch. Tension building quickly as your walls involuntarily spasm around him.

You’re so close when he pulls out, quickly rolling you over and unbuckling his pants. Barely pulling them down before sliding himself in. Your soaked entrance easily gives way for his girth. Head falling back against the mattress as your eyes flutter shut.

There was something about the glint in his eyes behind that yellow shield. The way you had been playing cat and mouse the past few months. Hawk and mouse. Sneakily escaping at the last second possible, toying with how close you were letting him get. 

You hadn’t anticipated one of his feather knives catching the loose fabric of your hood. In the split second it took for you to decide to tear the fabric, risk exposing who you were if it meant escape, that was all it took until his body was crashing into yours. A few other feather knives finding their way between the leather of your body armor and your skin. Knowing that if you move just a hairs width in any direction you’d cut yourself.  

His firm body pressing against yours, pinning you to the wall.  Another feather held to your throat like a blade in his hand. The thrill of near injury sends a shiver down your spine. Matching the butterflies that ignite in your core. You keep your eyes closed. Gaze down. Knowing once he sees your eyes he’ll know. A dead giveaway of your quirk. It might have been a few years and you’ve dyed your hair, but your eyes are unlike any other. 

His hand shifts and the blade slides up your neck. Forcing you to bring your eyes to meet his. You force a swallow, feeling the edge press against your skin. Trying not to grind your teeth, bite your lip, or show any reaction. 

There was a history between those eyes. You could see the subtle shift as he remembered. Unspoken words and a million questions to follow. “So we meet again.”

“I don’t need to hear a speech from you too, Hawks.” You refuse to let him get the upper hand in the situation. If he chose to let you run, that would be on him. You’d continue to fight if that’s what he chose. It’s on him. 

“If they’ve tried to talk you out of this, there’s no way I can.”

You hope that fire is still blazing across your irises. That will to fight. That this doesn’t mean you’ve lost. But those nights of sneaking into his bed flicker through your mind. How you’ve missed seeing that face in the throes of bliss. 

Your eyes must soften because a single soft feather floats by. Crimson softly caressing your cheek. You know your cheeks are flushing deeper. You can’t stop your body’s reaction to him. Panting from your fight, from trying to escape, from trying not to move… Attempting to not react further when you feel a gloved finger rest on your exposed thigh.

You knew it was stupid but whenever you set out to grab his attention you didn’t wear your full protective gear. Foregoing your body armor leggings for your latex thigh high boots and booty shorts. You’re skilled enough to prevent major injury without the added protection. Both options make a statement with your protective gauntlets and reinforced corset. The loose fabric wrapped around your head and neck is the only thing keeping you anonymous. 

As much as you want to deny it, you wanted this moment to happen. How else were you supposed to catch the attention of one of the top heroes?

You try to display indifference across your face. Force irritation. Tell yourself that the hardness against you is a protective cup and not his hardened length. “Would you stop me?”

Deep voice pulling you from your thoughts. His fingers trail higher to your ass and his gravelly words echoes in your head. You fight any movement, still hyper-aware of the spikes keeping you pinned to the wall. His palm angling your hips off the wall and further into him. You can’t give him the satisfaction of moaning as his bulge rubs against you. The latex of your shorts barely forming a barrier between you. Slick gathering between your legs. Large hand grabbing at the flesh of your ass. Eliciting a gasp from you through clenched teeth. Still unable to peel your eyes away from his. 

“Silence is acceptance, sweetheart.”

His hand trails further. Wrapping around your back and inching closer to your core. Your mouth is moving as if to form words, but nothing is coming to mind. Nothing is coming out of your mouth to stop him. Do you really want to stop him? You know this is a bad idea, but…

You’ve missed him. “If you can tell me to stop, I will.” You’d be slapping him if it didn’t mean cutting yourself, ripping your arm free to do so. He knows exactly the kind of hold he has over you. Fingers curling under the edge of your shorts. Pulling just to let it snap back against you. Doing your best to swallow the shocked noise in your throat. “You’ve had every chance…”

He pulls his body away from yours. The metal-like edge of the feather still sits at your throat. His wrist resting just below your collarbone. Pulling on his glove with his teeth. Repeating the action on a few fingers until he can slide his hand out. He takes it from between his teeth. Tucking it into his back pocket. Bringing his hand back to wriggle his fingers beneath the tight fabric from the front of your shorts. Running his fingers through your soaking folds. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth to keep from moaning. As he slowly inserts two fingers you can’t fight anymore. Eyes rolling back in your head as you try to tilt your head back farther. Throat hitting against the blade more. 

“Are you this wet, just for me? Or is it…?” He pushes the blade harder, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was actually trying to hurt you. Your walls flutter around him instinctually. “You continue to surprise me.”

He forces his thumb to sit against your nub. Starting with slow incessant circles. You aren’t sure which will bleed first: your neck or your lip from biting so hard. Forcing slow breaths and training your features into neutrality. He adds movements of his fingers into the rotation. Alternating between pulsing into you, curling his fingers into your sweet spot, and squeezing you into him. Varying pressure and focus on your bundle of nerves. Falling right back into his old patterns that can make you fall apart instantly. That familiar release rapidly builds. As if he can feel it, he starts trailing the tip of the metallic feather down your sternum. You’re sure it’s breaking skin, but not enough to scar. With the extra sensation you wish you could stop it. Make it last longer. But you’re at his mercy. Unraveling at his touch. Seconds feel like minutes as you gush all over his hand. Releasing an unrestrained, “Fuck,” as you loose yourself. Ignoring the restraints pressing into your skin as you try to minimize the way your body restlessly shifts for more. 

Leaving you panting, he pulls himself away. First stepping back, then retracting his feather-knife. Grabbing his glove from his pocket and sliding it back on. Ruining the leather with your release. Stretching and curling his fingers to ensure the fit, as if it will be your secret as to what sits beneath. One by one focusing to pull the feathers that pin you to the wall until they float around him, releasing you.