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College was such an interesting place. So many faces from all over the country that are pursuing different careers. The cliques of people that form the jocks, nerds, and cheerleaders blend together, not so harmoniously, to create college life. Classes weren’t horrible, aside from one. The class isn’t bad, but the guy that decided to sit next to you definitely was. He was some nerd that no one paid attention to, and his greasy blue hair always hid his face. The unassigned assigned seats meant that you sat in the back corner near the window, and the last open seat was beside you when he stumbled in late the first day, so now that was his seat for the semester too. He’d always be off in his own world playing stupid games on his phone, rarely paying attention to the professor, and then having the gall to ask for your notes at the end of class. When you finally decided to lend your notes to him, he came into class the next day with a chocolate bar from you. It was sweet, but you didn’t think you’d eat something the marked loser gave you. 

“Hey, can I steal your notes again?” He whispered as everyone was packing up. 

“What’s in this for me? Another chocolate bar?” You raised a brow, clearly unamused. 

“I- uh, nevermind, forget it.” He sighs, packing up his things. He takes a picture of the board before leaving and races out of the lecture hall. 

You can’t help the twinge of guilt that springs up after telling him no. Maybe it was hard for him to focus, or he just couldn’t see well, so he figured to not bother. You rush out, seeing him in the crowd of people. Once you finally catch up to him, he jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, uh,” you notice his tense shoulders and shell shocked expression, “sorry, I can give you my notes.. Well, I can’t because I need them to study tonight, but maybe we could study together? If you’re not busy?” 

He was frozen in the middle of the hall. Everything else silenced apart from your voice. He blinks rapidly, mouth hung open as he tries to form words. 

“Hello?” you wave your hand in his face, snapping him back.

“Y-Yeah, that works. We can meet in the library later.” He finally replies. 

“Ugh, no, I hate the library, too many people. We can just go to yours?” 

The man shakes his head quickly, “there’s some,uh, renovations being done.” 

“Okay, I guess we can go to mine then?”

He nods his head hesitantly, his cheeks flushing pink. 

“Kay, here’s my dorm address. I’ll see ya around six?”

“Six works.” He quietly responds as he scratches his neck nervously. 

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Six comes around sooner than he would’ve liked. It’s not like he didn’t want to go to your dorm, it was just something about how private the whole affair was that made him anxious. 

You’re doing some last minute cleaning when you hear a knock at your door. 

“Oh hey! You actually came!” you cheer, opening the door wider to allow him entry. He steps in, taking a look around at your pinked- out dorm, plants hanging everywhere, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the room. His cock stirs when he brushes past you and smells your shampoo, a nice aroma of fresh bamboo and coconut. You lead him to your desk, which was small and really only made for one person. 

“We’ll use my notes to study- well duh- but since I know more I could teach you rather than just read off the notes. How does that sound?” 

“I’m not some incompetent guy, Y/N. I just don’t focus well in class.” He huffs. He wouldn’t have an issue focusing if the prettiest girl on campus wasn’t sitting beside him, but he’ll keep that to himself for now. 

“No no, of course not, uhhh..” you look at him sheepishly, realizing you never asked his name.

“Tomura.” 

“Tomura! Of course you’re not incompetent!” you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear, “but this studying method will help me too, so humor me for a bit, yeah?” 

“Whatever..” he sighs, opening your notebook to the most recent notes you jotted down. As the two of you study, you pace around your desk where Tomura is sitting, leaning over his shoulder any time he claims to not understand a concept. Truth be told, he’s known all of this material for a while now, but he’d never pass on the opportunity to spend more time with you, regardless of how nervous he is. 

“So for this one,” you lean over him again, arm brushing his shoulder. You feel him tense and smile to yourself, “Tomura, you okay?”

“H-Huh? Fine, I’m fine, why?” 

“Nothing, just..” You scoot your desk chair back and sit on his lap, “like I was saying, for this one,” Tomura can’t keep his mind on your words, body too tense from your sudden action of sitting in his lap. He breathes deeply, trying his best not to get fully hard as you wiggle above him, ‘to get comfy,’ as you put it. 

“Uh, Y/N, sorry, can you just..” his head is resting on your shoulder, eyes clenched shut, “why are you sitting on my lap?” 

“Oh, is it bothering you?” you tilt your head, faux innocence laced in your words. 

“N-No.. I mean, yes? Mmn, don’t know, just give me a minute..” He sighs as his cold hand comes up to your hip, trying to steady you so you stop moving. 

You giggle, able to feel his body shake underneath you, his hot breath warming a spot on your back as his head rests on you. Your hand comes over his, squeezing it. The direct skin to skin contact makes him gasp, his other hand wrapping around your midsection. 

“Tomura, are you hard?” You ask, turning around to look at him. He looks down, his face a deep red, “sorry, so sorry..” 

“Don’t be. I think it’s cute.” you chuckle. A spark ignites inside your chest at his confession, sending waves of heat throughout your body. You sit up and pull the chair he’s sitting on up to your door that has a large body mirror on the back. “Stand up.” 

“What?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror.

“Stand up, Tomu, wanna try somethin’!” You smile, hands ushering him up. He stands and raises a brow as he watches you sit in the chair and pat your lap. 

“Uh, you want me to..”

“Yes, sit, sit.” amusement is plastered on your face. You had a feeling that he liked you for a while now: never looking you in the eyes when he asked you something during class, leaning close when you would talk, inhaling your scent when he thought you weren’t aware; it was cute. 

Tomura hesitantly sits on your lap, back pin straight as his ass comes down on your knees. 

“Lean back, silly,” you tell him, your hands coming around his waist to pull him back so he’s flush against your chest, “relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, promise.” You let your hands linger, soaking up the small hitches in his breath as they roam around his body. One hand brushes down to his thighs, fingers dancing close to his groin. The outline of his cock is twitching, all efforts from him to not get hard thrown out the window. 

“I notice the way you lean towards me during class, Tomura..” you start, hand inching closer to his bulge, “how you can’t focus because I’m right beside you.. It’s cute for a grown man to get so nervous around me.” 

You notice the way his breath catches, how restless he is in your lap, squirming around as he tries not to buck his hips up towards your hand. 

“Y/N, please..” His voice is weak, head drooped into his chest while his hands grip the arm rests. 

“Please what, Tomu? Please touch you?” 

He nods, hair covering his hot face. 

“Use your words.” Your hand rests on his bulge. 

“God, please touch me…” 

“Good boy, Tomura.” you smirk. Your hand greedily reaches under the hem of his pants and boxers as you grip his cock. Instantly, his hips buck up into you, body desperate for any pleasure you’ll allow. Your gentle fingers wrap around him and you give him a few good pumps, relishing in the tiny sounds he’s trying to hide. Brushing over the tip, you feel beads of pre leak out, coating your hand to help aid you.

“So wet for me, Tomura… How long have you wanted this?”

“Hah- fuckfuck, a while now..!” He pants out. 

Your free hand grabs his chin and lifts his head to look in the mirror. 

“Watch yourself as I pump your cock, Tomu, want you to see how pretty you’re being for me,” your chin rests on his shoulder as you look into his scarlet eyes through the reflection. His cheeks match his eye color, sweat sticking his baby blue hair to his forehead. 

“‘S too much, Y/N, slow d-down!” He whines, head falling back on your shoulder. 

“Keep watching..” You squeeze the base of his cock, causing him to jump. Tomura’s trying so hard not to cum quickly, but your hand just feels so good and-

“Fuckfuckfuck, cumming! Sorry..” He moans, brows furrowing as he watches himself in the mirror. A wet spot forms on his pants as spurts of cum leak out of his aching cock. A giggle leaves your mouth that has a sinister smile plastered across it.

“Good boy, baby.. Take these off for me.” 

Tomura lifts his hips and slides his pants off, boxers coming next. He’s already getting hard again when he notices you licking your lip as you watch the mirror, his cock red and angry, begging for more. You spread his legs up over the arm rests, sprawling him out on your lap. Your hand starts again, unforgiving this time in pace. 

“This is pathetic, Tomura. Hard again already? Just because of my fist?” 

Tears prick his eyes with your words, shriveled whimpers filling the room. 

“Sorry, jus’ never had someone else touch me before..” He ashamedly admits, eyes darting around your face to read your expression. 

“Poor you, I bet all this sad cock wanted was a little attention, yeah?” Your free hand digs into his thigh, leaving crescent marks in its wake. He nods pathetically, tiny whines of your name leaving his lips. He’s already so fucked out and you’ve barely even touched him. One orgasm has him shaking like a leaf at any touch you grant him. “Again, cumming.. Fuck!” Tomura can’t watch as he cums again, spurts of thick white liquid coating your hand and his thighs. 

“You made such a mess and didn’t even watch? Tch-” His cock gets no time to rest as you continue jerking him through his second orgasm, overstimulation setting in.

“What are you doing? S-Stop, can’t take any more!” he pleads, hands coming down to yours. You slap them away, pinching his tip between your index finger and thumb. 

“Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love it so much. You’ll never get something like this again, so enjoy it, yeah?” 

Your words cause fresh tears in his eyes, the realization hitting that you’re doing this for your own amusement, not because you like him. God, of course not, it was generous thinking on his behalf that you did. His body shudders as you continue, hips thrusting up into your hand

“That’s it.. Keep fucking into me, just like that, poor thing..” You moan into his ear. His eyes dart between his mirror reflection and looking straight down, not sure which view is better. 

It’s hard to watch him use your hand like this with your own juices slicking your underwear. You subconsciously grind into his ass, any friction being enough to help the strain. 

Tomura’s body is hot, and his twitching doesn’t help your case, either. His breath keeps hitching, getting caught on nothing as he cries out your name with empty pleas. 

“Cum for me again, virgin.” That name makes him hiss, hips faltering as you manage to pull another orgasm from him. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels unlike anything he’s felt before. Like it’s all too much and his body can’t handle it. Your mouth opens in shock as your pant legs get covered in a mix of cum and piss from the pathetic man above you.

“Tomura, did you just piss?” you ask condescendingly. His eyes shoot open. Looking down, he sees the mess he made as a small puddle of his juices drip onto the floor. He can’t help but sob uncontrollably, hiding his face in his hands. 

“You’re disgusting,” you spit as you brush your hand onto his thigh. He tries getting up but you wrap your arms around him, “Ah ah. You’re gunna sit here and look at yourself. Your nasty cock is getting hard again?” Your eyebrows raise in wonder, amazement, as Tomura gets hard for a fourth time. He can’t find the words for his emotions, too overwhelmed and fucked out to think straight. 

“You want to know what pussy feels like?” Your head cranes over his shoulder as you plant a kiss to his neck. 

“W-What?” 

“I had my fun with you, I think you earned my cunt clamping down around this sad cock of yours.” 

He nods, tears still streaming down his face. You push him off of you and make him sit on the floor in the puddle of his own piss as you remove your pants and panties. 

“You haven’t earned the bed yet.” you state bluntly as you join him, straddling his hips, each thigh placed on either side of him. His hands haphazardly grab your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You giggle, looking down at him as you line yourself up to his cock. 

“I’ll take control since I know you have no idea about any of this stuff,” you laugh, sinking yourself down on him in one motion. You both gasp, eyes locked as you settle before moving again. He’s close to cumming a fourth time just from that, his grip on your waist punishing while he tries grounding himself. 

“So tight, shit..” he winces, biting his bottom lip. He grinds into you from below, his tip brushing along your g-spot, eliciting a porn- star moan from your lips. “So pretty, fuck, thank you thank you!” He cries, eyes watching your back arch all because of his cock. You start bouncing, one hand on the floor while the other is placed on his shoulder to balance yourself. He pulls at your shirt, ushering you to take it off. Without a second thought, you lift the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, tits bouncing freely as you ride him. A hand cups one of them, his fingers pinching and rolling your hardening bud. 

“Fuck, Tomura, good boy,” you huff, encouraging him. “Gunna- fuck- gunna cum again soon, I need to pull out!” He blurts, moans and grunts getting louder. 

“Stay inside, need to feel you cum in me, Tomu.” You falter between grinding and bouncing, the hair on his groin creating friction against your clit that makes you see stars. His fourth orgasm rips out of him, loud moans leaving his lips as you entangle your fingers through his locks, pressing your lips to his to swallow his noises. You feel yourself letting go, Tomura’s orgasm spurring yours on as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for all he’s worth. His chest heaves as you both finish and he collapses against the wall. You stand, already feeling empty, while he whines at the loss of feeling around him. You grab your shirt to clean yourself up and throw his boxers towards him so he can do the same. 

“So, uh, if you ever need my notes, just ask. Kay?”

Tomura’s heart skips a beat, “can we have another study session?” 

Shouta ate like a starved man, never giving you a moment of rest. This was his happy place- right beneath you, letting you grind against him like a pillow. His eyes were blown out every time you looked down at him, cheeks flushed red and coated with your juices. 

“Please, Shouta, need it so bad!” You cry, lip tutted out in a pout.

“C’mon baby, be good and keep using my face..” He rasped, his hands harshly gripping your ass. All you could hear was the squelching of your juices as his tongue continued lapping them up. Shouta was hard as a rock behind you, hips bucking up into the air in a desperate attempt to feel something relieving. He reached up to grab your hand and guided it back on his bulge, helping to pleasure himself with your hand. You took over, body twisted as you palmed him. 

His other hand drags your hips down harder against his mouth, silently begging for you to gush around him. 

“Keep going, kitten, I love it when you make those pretty sounds for me,” he praised, “is daddy making you feel good?” 

You nod, whining out “yes’s” repeatedly as your eyes screw shut in pleasure. 

“Good, so good, daddy!” 

“That’s my good girl… Need to taste you, need you to gush around my tongue, baby.” He’s pleading at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel his pretty girl please herself on his face. 

You were close and frustrated that you couldn’t get over the edge. Shouta’s tongue dipped inside of you as he groaned against your clit, sending vibrations running through you. You clenched around him, earning another loud groan from the man. His cock is pulsing under your hand, letting you know what’s waiting for you after this. Your thighs are shaking as he playfully nibbles on your clit, the slight pain making you see stars. 

“Ngh, please, can I cum?”

The fact that you were so sweet, so polite to him, asking his permission made him growl against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge before he allowed it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, make a mess on my face.” 

With that, you can’t help but freeze, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as your thighs shake. You let go, mumbling “thank you” as you grind against him, riding out your high. You cry out his name in broken sentences, moans and pants splitting up your words. 

But he doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps flicking up and down your clit, teasing you while you become overstimulated. 

“Sho, it’s too much!” you whine, using your hands to push yourself up and off of him. His arms swing around both of your thighs, forcing you in place.

“Oh no you don’t, baby. You’re done when I say you’re done.” He grunts, eyes piercing as he warns you. A high pitched sigh leaves your lips as you jerk around above him. Each additional lick coils up that feeling deep inside of you, threatening to take you over the edge again. No matter how much you cry out and writhe, he keeps you locked in place. 

“Look what you do to me. Making me act like a pussy-starved man..” he tsks, “you’re going to squirt on my face, ‘kay baby?” 

“W-What? No, I can’t!” you whine, hands gripping his hair, fumbling around for any opening to get up and take a break, if only for a second. 

“You can and you will.” He cheeks hollow as you sucks on your clit. The pressure is too much, too good, and you throw your head back, tears pricking your eyes. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised, watching you as you lost yourself around him again. 

“‘M sorry, just feels too good!” you cry as you feel hot juices leak out, wetting his face and your inner thighs. Shouta was in heaven, slurping up everything you would give him sloppily. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving crescent marks as he pulled you closer. 

When your body finally slumped over, he held you close, whispering sweet praises in your ear, always making sure you knew how good of a girl you were for him.

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“C’mon Touya, quit it or I’ll tell dad!” You squirm in his grasp. 

“You won’t tell him a fuckin’ thing, sweetheart. I know you love it when I control you like this,” he smirks, his digits curling deeper inside of your walls, plunging into the gummy spot that makes you mewl. 

“T-Touyaaa,” you cry, hand gripping his arm to pull it away. He made you feel so good yet so sick at the same time. His free hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he whispers with almost a hint of desperation in his voice. His fingers always worked magic that got you crying out his name, begging for him to let you cum.

“Not yet, slut,” he grunts, “I haven’t even had my meal yet.” His fingers retreat, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You sprawl out, whining as he slides off the bed, pulling your thighs down to position you on the edge. He fans a breath over your wet cunt and it’s cold, making you shiver and close your legs. 

“Ah ah.” He slaps your outer thigh as a warning, “keep them open.” The staples on his hands are warm from being in constant contact with you, but the ones on his chin are chilly as he presses his face against your cunt, tongue lapping at your puffy clit. He loves the sounds you make for him, your heavy pants and breathless moans. He hums into you, jolts of vibration sent right to your gut.

“Touya-nii, ‘m close..” You whine, hand gripping his obsidian tufts of hair. His fingers sink back inside your core, poking and curling against your g-spot to only further stimulate you. 

“Not. Yet.” He threatens, fingers punctuating his words as his gaze on you stays vicious and scary. You clench your eyes shut, trying your best to control yourself as he continues his relentless fingering. Touya sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, just how he knows you like it. 

“Can’t hold back, please!” You cry, tears welling in your eyes. 

“So needy, baby.. Keep screamin’ like that n’ dad will hear,” he chuckles as he leaves chast kisses along your inner thigh. His thumb comes around to finish the job, circling your clit harshly and fast, “cum for me, precious, let me hear how much you need me.” 

With Touya’s permission, you feel the rubber band snap in you as your hips buck up into his hand. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

“So good f’me. Who needs anyone else when I have you to play with all day?” He laughs, watching your face contort in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm. 

“How about one more for me, huh?” 

You jerk up, brows furrowed as you shake your head, “can’t.. It’s too much, this is my 4th time already..” you whine, thighs pressing together. 

“But you’re still so wet, baby. You know how I hate wasting it..” He coos, hands slowly tracing your thighs, “open up for me, one more time baby.” He lifts himself up, forcing your legs back open with his body as he hovers above you. He envelopes you in a hot, wet kiss, his tongue fighting yours as he tastes every part of your mouth, invading the space and claiming it as his. Groaning into the kiss, your hands come up behind his head to push him towards you, fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Touyaa..” 

“What, baby? You needy for my cock now? Two seconds ago you said it was too much,” he pulls away with a deep laugh. He watches your cheeks grow red as you reply, “just be gentle, please..” 

“That takes away all of Touya-nii’s fun, though,” he rolls his eyes, “I like watching your eyes fill with tears as I use you like my little fucktoy.” He slaps your clit and you wince in pain, making his cock jump in his pants. He lets himself free and it flops out and onto your cunt, twitching needily. 

“What’s the magic word?” He teases, giving himself a few pumps as he lines up.

“C’mon, Touya, jus’ fuck me already,” you cry out.

Another slap to your clit. He raises a brow, daring you to get smart with him again. 

“P-Please..?” You mumble, hands gripping his shirt.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please fuck me, Touya-nii.” your pupils are blown out, glossy eyes looking up at him like a scared puppy dog. 

“Fuck,” he grunts before bottoming out inside of you, hip bones hitting your thighs, “you know how fucked up you are to be enoying this?” He asks, a smirk stretching his face, “you actually like your step brother ruining your insides.. Fucking nasty,” he leans in close and spits on your face, using his hand to smear it across your cheek. 

“I, I don’t like it..” you lie, looking away as your body tells the truth and ruts into him. 

“Your body doesn’t lie, doll. I see the way you lean into me, with that nasty fuckin’ cunt o’yours.” He growls, thrusts becoming quicker. His hand gropes your tit, index finger and thumb coming together to pinch your nipple, perking it up. You mewl out in pleasure, feeling your climax begin to build again. Touya is hot like a furnace, eyes shifting to a deep blue as he relentlessly fucks your cunt. 

“Touya, please-mm- fuck don’t stop!” 

“That’s right, beg for my thick cock to fuck you. Scream out my name, I don’t care if anyone here’s- let ‘em.” he commands, free hand coming to grip your throat, tight enough to turn your brain to mush. 

“P-Please, use me and help me cum.. Need you so bad.. Jus’ you,” you beg in a cock-drunk state. He eats up every pathetic whine and moan you give him, each one bringing him closer to the hilt of his orgasm. 

“Fuck, doll, you wanna get filled?” 

“Yes please, breed me Touya-nii, want it so bad,” you cry, tears falling down your blushed cheeks. He cages you in under him, arms wrapping around your figure as he forces you still to pump you as full and deep as he can, tip brushing your cervix. 

“Just like that, what a good slut you are for me,” he pants, voice gruff and low. You ride out your fifth orgasm with Touya, muttering small ‘thank you’s’ as his hips slow. 

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Dottore who owns a small walk in clinic in Snezhnaya, the only patients he accepts being young girls in their 20’s

Dottore who commits medical malpractice on the daily. He takes each patient back to his private room and starts a normal doctor’s questionnaire that gets more and more provocative. 

“When was your last period?” “Are you sexually active?” “Does it elicit a reaction from you when I touch you like this?” 

Dottore, the small village's loving doctor who’s far scarier when you’re alone with him. His broad shoulders do nothing to quell the anxiousness in your mind as he tells you to get undressed for your exam before leaving the room with the door slightly ajar. 

Dottore who watches each patient through the slit in the door as they undress and put on the cheap, flimsy hospital gown the office provides.

Dottore who comes in far too soon as you barely hop back up on the table, gloves already on as he pushes you back to lie down.

He’s the same man who finds joy in telling you, “you’ve missed your annual vaccine,” when you could have sworn you got it on your last visit. 

Dottore, the doctor who grabs a fresh syringe from his drawer and pierces the top of a vial with it, collecting just the right amount of sedative medicine to administer, kissing your arm before stabbing the needle into you, always relishing in the way your face scrunches up when the medicine courses through your muscles instantly. 

Dottore who watches your body become sluggish, helping you lie completely on your back as he removes that silly gown you took your time putting on. He almost couldn’t make it to this part of the check up without taking you all for himself.

Dottore who whispers vile words into unconscious ears as his hands grab your tits, waist, and thighs, taking in every inch of your supple skin.

When he finally sinks his cock inside of you, he thought he was about to pass out; even unconscious, your walls clenched around him so tightly, like your body knew you needed a man like him to please you right. 

Dottore, who leaves bite marks and bruises on spots of your body you can’t see without a mirror, like it’s his little secret until you notice them days later 

Dottore who can’t help himself but use your body as his personal toy when you’re trapped here in the walls of his office. His large, rough hands gripping your hips as he slides your sleeping body up and down on himself, grunts barely held back behind his doctor mask. 

He can feel his tip hitting deep inside you, the slight curve to his cock hitting that special spot that makes your body twitch, your slick starting to coat him as your body gets more used to him taking advantage of you.

Dottore, the loving doctor who, when you wake up, tells you “you passed out from the shot. Didn’t take you for one who was afraid of needles.” 

Confused, scared, and sore you who hops down from the table once he leaves the room and feels something running down your thigh. 

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You had been friends with Tenko since childhood. The both of you dreamt about being heroes together, fighting crime and having each other’s backs. You would play pretend, capturing fake heroes and saying your speeches to fake news outlets. It was so much fun. The memories you have with him were amazing and staples of your childhood. 

Finding out Tenko had transformed into Shigaraki, embodiment of fear for heroes and civilians alike- you couldn’t believe it. It had to be a lie. Not your Tenko. You didn’t recognize this ‘Tomura Shigaraki’ everyone feared. He still kept in contact every so often when he wasn’t busy. When his name hadn’t been in the news for a while, he would check in on you and want to see you again. It was hard to reply, knowing he turned into such a monster- at least in everyone else's eyes. 

[I have some downtime, you still at that same place?] He messaged. 

[Tenko! Hi, yeah, I am. How have you been holding up?] 

[I’ll be over in a bit.]

He was a dry texter, probably not wanting people to trace his messages. 

You decided to get ready to see your old friend. You put some perfume on top of your brown sweater and matching skirt, light makeup to match. Tenko never cared about your looks, and you didn’t his. You weren’t even fully ready, curling your hair in the bathroom as you heard your kitchen window creak open.

“You can’t just knock like a normal person, Tenko?” You shout.

“What’s the thrill in that?” He replies, making his way to you, “oh wow.” 

“What?” You put the curling iron down, taking his figure in. His skin is scratched red, scars littering his face and neck. His skin is dry, hair damn near matted, “oh my goodness, Tenko, are you okay?” 

“The fuck do you mean? I’m fine.” He scoffs, closing the gap. 

“It’s just..” you take a breath, eyes raking his body up and down, “you look… different.”

“Bad different?” 

“N-No! Just… different. How have you been?” You open the medicine cabinet and grab an anti itch cream you saved for times when he came around. You could never stand how he’d scratch all the time, you knew it hurt him. 

“How does it look like I’ve been?” He raked his hands in front of him, showing himself off like a figurine. You don’t reply, only lather your fingers in the cream and reach out to his neck, gently applying it to his dry, cracked scars. The coldness makes him flinch before your warm fingers rubbing it in soothes him. “What the hell are you doing?” His voice is uncertain, but his body leans into your touch. You smile gently, 

“You really need to stop itching so much, Tenko, it looks painful.” you sigh. 

“I’m fine, why are you always worrying about me?” He scoffs, swatting your hand away. He moves to the couch in your room, sprawling out like he hasn’t sat in ages. You take a seat beside him, his thigh brushing up against yours. He was so warm. Was he always this hot? 

“Woah, what are those?” Your eyes snap to the small pill bottle rattling around in his hands. 

“Don’t worry about it- they just take the edge off.” He pops the cap and two small pills plop into his palm. He holds the container out towards you with a raised eyebrow.

“No thanks, I’ve, uh, never done that, don’t want the first time to be my last,” you deny. 

“Come on, with me here, I promise I’ll help you through your high. After all, I am your hero,” he winks, forcing a pill into your hand. 

Your hero. You would always call each other that when you were kids. Now, knowing all the havoc he’s caused for others, you question if that name still holds true. 

You both pop the pills into your mouth and dry swallow. A giddy laugh comes from your throat, “I never thought I’d be doing something like this. How long does it take to kick in?”

“It’s an instant release, so hopefully soon,” he chuckles, “what ever happened to you becoming a hero?” Your smile fell flat. You wanted to say everything, nothing, laziness, fear, but all you did was shrug. 

“You could always join the dark side,” he nudges you, his whole body now stationed beside yours. 

“No way,” you sigh, “why did you…”

“Turn evil?” He asks, his face inches away from your ear, “do you think I’m evil?”

“I, no no, of course not. You’re Tenko Shimura.” You reply, trying to convince yourself. 

“That name’s long gone, hun, it’s Tomura now.” Oh, you know. The whole country knows. 

“But why, though? What happened?”

“Shh, you’ll ruin my high.” Tomura leans back on the couch, head draping over the backrest. His arm slings around your shoulders, pulling you in, “ya know, I still make sure you’re safe, whenever I’m not around.” 

“You do?” Turning to him, you can see his pupils blown out as he stares blankly at the ceiling. “You don’t have to worry about me, Tenko, if anything I’m worried-” 

“What did I just say about the name thing?” His head snaps up, eyes narrowing in on you.

“Sorry!” Your gaze turns down, embarrassment and annoyance flashing your features. He’s back to scratching his neck in that same spot that’s been itched raw. 

“C’mon, Tomura, quit that already!” You command. His new name felt weird on your tongue. 

“Fuck off, it’s the only thing that helps.” 

You make quick strides to the couch and lean over him. Knocking his hand out of the way, your lips collide with his scars, kissing the rough spot. He tenses under you, eyes darting around your face. 

“Did that make it better?” You sit back down.

“Don’t think so- You’re gunna have to give me a few more, just to test it.” A smirk fills his face, gloved hand coming to grip your arm. Your hot breath fans over his neck, lips peppering small kisses along it. His hand comes up to grab your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls you back and captures your lips between his. The kiss is messy, urgent, and demanding. You almost pull away but something in you wants more. He was your childhood friend, was this okay? What if it ruined your friendship by doing this? 

You pull back and pant for air, both of your chests rising quickly. 

“Tomura..” 

“My name sounds so good leaving your pretty lips,” he praises, “Show me what else they’re good for, yeah?” His words were the igniter. Your body was on autopilot as you slovenly unbutton his pants and ripped them down to his knees. His cock was half hard, your hand grabbing the base while you popped the tip in your mouth. Tongue swirling around as your hand pumped the base, you looked through your eyelashes to see Shigaraki’s head thrown back, mouth in an o shape. You hummed around him, sending a jolt up his body.

“I know you can take more than that in your pretty mouth..” He grunts, hand pushing your head down further. You gagged, gripping his thighs for support. His cock was standing tall now, flushed red when you pulled off for air. 

“Take your time, baby, you don’t gotta rush to make me cum,” he laughs. 

“Sorry,” you wipe the spit from your lip, “never done this before.” 

“Do you live under a rock? Or were you saving yourself for your childhood friend?” His hand pushes you back down before you can answer. His hips roll into you, hitting a tight spot in your throat that grants you a velvety moan. You gag around him, spit spilling from your lips onto his groin. You whine against his cock and your hands tap his thighs for more air.

“Not yet, be a good slut and take it,” He mewls, hips snapping up so his balls slap your chin. Your tear-filled eyes look up at him through a wet lash line, eyebrows furrowed as you silently beg for air. Shigaraki laughs when he looks at you, 

“Puppy dog eyes won’t save you, Y/N..” he chuckles, “I’m so close, close that tight throat around me again- fuck-” he pants, fingers tangling your hair as your scalp burns at his grip. The mix of drugs and lust make your mind woozy, his words sending a throb down to your cunt. You swallow him, cheeks hallowing as you pup your head up and down. Shigaraki pushes your head all the way down to the hilt and stills his hips, whiny pants escaping his mouth as he stutters senselessly. You choke around his hot cum that paints your throat, pulling off only after his balls empty themselves deep inside you.

“Tomu..” your eyes are wide and hair disheveled, and the look on your face made him confident. Cheeks red with spit coating your chin, he takes your face in his hand and guides you up to his, enveloping you in a sloppy, wet kiss to taste himself. 

“Fuck, such a good girl..” He praises. His cock is still hard as a rock, and you can feel that heat bubbling up in your core. 

“Tomura, please… need more..” You whine, hands gripping his shirt, words filled with need. 

He freezes up, not because he doesn’t want you, but because he can’t believe you want him. 

“Y-Yeah?” He mutters, pumping his cock in front of your face slowly, teasingly. You nod, bottom lip jutting out as your eyes go back and forth from his cock to his face. He pushes you back onto the floor, toppling over you with his legs on either side to cage you in. His ruby eyes have a hint of something dangerous in them, striking a playful fear into you. He takes his glove off with his teeth, throwing it to the side. His fingers grip the fabric of your shirt and skirt, disintegrating them instantaneously. The cold air makes you gasp, nipples perking up under him. You turn away embarrassed, but he forces your head back to make eye contact. 

“No running away now, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “I want to see every reaction your pathetic little face has for my cock.” He slides your panties to the side and lines himself up, slapping your clit with it before sheathing himself all the way. Your eyes clench together, brows furrowing as you hiss to the intrusion. Shigaraki’s hip set a brutal but unsteady pace. He’s so eager to feel your cunt around him he can’t control himself. 

His hand presses down on your stomach, “You feel it, baby? Feel me inside o’you?” 

“Fuck, Tomura, mmm-” you moan, back arching off the floor. His hands keep your hips raised, and he makes sure to keep his pinky high without the glove on. 

“You drive me crazy, shit..” He whines, pathetic whimpers leaving him as he gets closer. 

“Cum inside of me, I need it,” you beg, hands raking his arms and leaving scratch marks along his chest. The way your voice hitched when you begged him made him see stars. His thrusts became sloppy and quick as he built up his climax, spilling his hot load into your cunt, hitting your cervix harshly. You cry out, hands gripping anything they could for support. You feel yourself coming undone, walls twitching around his cock as you milk him for all he’s worth. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts, pulling out. He shoves two fingers back inside, pumping his cum as deep as he can, “don’t you spill a fucking drop, I want you to be reminded of who made you cum and whine like a whore once I’m gone.” He spits. You nod, mouth lolled open as you look down and watch him fuck his cum back into you. He was never this rough when you knew him. It was different, but so fucking hot. 

Shigaraki gets up and throws his hoodie down to you, “cover up so you don’t get cold,” he says, going to grab a towel. A blush creeps across your face, slight smile twitching your lips. 

“What’s with the smile?” He rolls his eyes.

“Nothing, just… You’re just cute, is all.” you giggle.

“Shut up, I’m outta here.” 

“Wait!” You sit up after cleaning yourself off, “Will you come back soon?”

He chuckles, “We’ll see.” 

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Day 1: Touya-nii edging

Day 2: Captor! Aizawa infantilization/ thigh riding

Day 3: Threesome w/ Wriothesley & Neuvillette

Day 4: Voyeurism w/ Shinsou

Day 5: Dacryphilia w/ Jax (TADC)

Day 6: Drunk outdoor sex w/ Hawks

Day 7: Kirishima blindfolds

Day 8: Webcam w/ Chrollo (HXH)

Day 9: Soft dom! Tamaki

Day 10: Bratty reader x Bakugo

Day 11: Overstim w/ Kirishima

Day 12: Kneeling Punishment w/ Aizawa & Mic

Day 13: Medical play w/ Dottore (genshin)

Day 14: ABO w/ Dabi

Day 15: Temperature play w/ Todoroki

Day 16: Remote control vibrator w/ Midoriya

Day 17: Service play w/ Aizawa

Day 18: Sugar baby reader! x Hawks

Day 19: Shock play w/ Denki

Day 20: Piss & mirrors w/ Shigaraki

Day 21: Virgin! reader x Shigaraki

Day 22: Shinsou-nii

Day 23: Praise Kink w/ Kirishima

Day 24: Anal w/ Midoriya

Day 25: Double penetration w/ Hawks & Dabi

Day 26: Cucking w/ Aizawa & Mic

Day 27: aphrodisiac w/ Jax (TADC)

Day 28: Impact play w/ villain! Midoriya

Day 29: Body worship w/ Halsin (Bg3)

Day 30: Fucking machine w/ Shigaraki

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Midoriya: The night was getting hot, which led to you both panting with your clothes off in his bed, you on top.

“You look so pretty on top of me, baby..” He grunts, helping you line himself up. As you sink down on his cock, you chant three simultaneously, “thank you, thank you, thank you’s.”

You can barely contain your dumb laughter as you await his reaction.

“Y-You’re welcome?” Izuku gives you a small, confused chuckle. His reaction wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but you can’t blame him for not knowing the reference. 

Bakugo: As you started to sink down on his dick, you chuckled as you muttered the repeated phrase. 

“The fuck?” He holds your hips in place, not allowing you to move. You notice that all too familiar grimace on his face as he rolls his eyes. 

“What?”

“This some online shit?” He spews, his hands push you off of him.

“I just thought it would be funny, Kats.” You giggle.

“We’re not doin’ this shit.” He pulls you fully off of his lap.

“Wait, baby-” “Nope.” You can see his cock, still fully hard, being shoved back into his boxers. His face is not amused. It would take a lot of kisses to persuade him back in the bedroom tonight. 

Kirishima: As Eijiro holds you in place, hovering above him, you say the dumb meme that’s been plaguing your mind.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” as you sink down and bounce on his cock.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the reference goes completely over his head, but he’s guiding your hips all the same. He takes your phrase as a genuine thank you, grunting as he forces you to bounce on his cock again. 

“Eijiro.. That was-”

“Shh, baby, you feel so good, my good girl…” 

The reference went over his head but he’d still make sure to make you feel good by the end of the night.

Denki: You started the night like normal. You gave your loving boyfriend a blowjob, handjob, and he did his fair share of teasing to you, too. When you finally sank down on his cock, everything was typical. You moaned Denki’s name and he groaned back, his grip tight on your hips. You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face the more you thought about saying that dumb meme.

“What is it, babe?” He chuckles as he notices your expression. You couldn’t hide it any longer and muttered the phrase through giggles.

“For real?” He laughs with you, not being able to contain his poor humor, even during sensual times with you. 

“You’re welcome, welcome, welcome, hun. Now ride this dick like you mean it. Put on a show for me, maybe we can record our own version for the internet?” 

Aizawa: You had been riding him for a while now, at the slow pace you know he loves. Shouta had an ironclad grip on your hips, helping to guide you up and down on his member. Through moans and whines that filled the room, you blurted out the meme.

“What is this? Some internet trend I don’t know about?”

You giggle at his naivety. 

“I would call you a brat, but you did say thank you, which is more than you usually do.”

“Hey!” 

“What? I can’t poke my own fun?” He lifted your body up and against his chest as he held you down, ramming his cock into your repeatedly. 

“Let me give you something to really say thank you about, kitten.” 

Shigaraki: Tomura was already apprehensive that someone as attractive as you would be interested in him, despite how much you fawned over him. His jaw dropped when you initiated sex for the first time. When you suggested you rode him since he’s not too experienced, he gladly agreed. As you sank down on his cock, you chanted those three words you were sure he knew the reference to. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You giggled with every bounce.

Tomura was too focused on not cumming he almost didn’t hear you. Almost. 

“Is this a joke to you?” His hands firmly gripped your waist.

“No no, I just thought it would be funny, Tomu.” you bit your lip to hide your smile.

“Oh I’ll show you funny..” His thrusts were relentless until he made you cream around his cock. And he wasn’t planning on stopping after one round.

Dabi: Dabi had come over late at night, as per usual. Climbing through the window was only something you read about in those smut books, but now you had your own personal dark-romance fuck buddy! And boy did he fuck. The way he pounded you into the mattress and whispered filth into your ear left nothing to the imagination. You decided you would add a little dirty talk of your own tonight. 

As you straddled his hips, Dabi grabbed your waist with a tight grip, his palms hot to the touch. You line yourself up and sink down on his cock, blurting out, “thank you, thank you, thank you,” through gasps as his girth stretched you. 

“Never took you for a girl with manners, doll..” He chuckled deeply, the meme going right over his head. He never uses his phone, what did you expect? 

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Hangouts were always at Dabi’s. He made that clear. And that was fine, apart from the roommate he had. He wasn’t bad, just quiet. Quiet yet always around. 

You first noticed him several weeks into hanging out at Dabi’s. He mentioned his roommate but his door was always closed so you never got to see the man in all his glory. Until he shuffled out of his room when you and Dabi were making dinner one night. 

His roommate nearly froze when you looked at him. 

“H-Hello!” your smile beamed, cutting through the shadow his shaggy hair threw across his face. A head nod was all you got in return. 

The next time you saw him, you were coming in and taking your shoes off. He was on the couch in the dark living room, face illuminated by the tv as he played some video game. 

“Hello!” You chirped. 

“Huh?”

“Hello? I said?”

“Oh, hey.” His voice was shaky, matching his visuals perfectly. 

“I never asked your name.”

“Shigaraki.” he stated bluntly before putting his headphone back over his ear. 

Again, he wasn’t a bad roommate- just quiet. The few times you suggested inviting Shigaraki in your activities, Dabi rejected the idea. Said he’d say no anyways, there was no point. But the more you hung around the apartment, the more you saw him. Lingering. Far away enough that conversation would be awkward, but close enough that you could have sworn he was looking at you. Did he want to say something? Was he nervous? 

Shigaraki wasn’t nervous. He was intrigued. He just didn’t know how to show it. It’s not like you were his friend, and Dabi could be the aggressive type, so he didn’t bother trying to get close to you. But man was he interested. 

His nights consisted of putting his ear up to their shared wall to catch a muffled version of your laugh. He would deliberately come out of his room if he heard Dabi’s door open only to slam his shut if he saw Dabi instead of you walking out. The few small interactions you have had with him fueled him for days. Shigaraki would pump his cock to the memory of your smile, voice, anything. And it only got worse. One night when you decided to stay over, he swore he heard a moan come from Dabi’s room when you two were supposed to be asleep. While he was seething with jealousy, he couldn’t help but get hard. That small moan made him finish at least 5 times, his mind imagining you in every position he’s ever wanted to try. You riding him so he could stare at your blissed out face, hitting it from the back so he could watch your ass jiggle, his mind thought of it all. 

The next morning, Shigaraki was already out in the kitchen making food for everyone.

“Since when did you cook?” Dabi huffs.

“You had a guest, figured I’d do something nice.” 

“You made a few eggs and toast. Real fancy, Shigs.” 

“Dabi, stop it,” you slap his arm, “that was very nice of you Shigaraki, thank you.” You smile, stealing a piece of bacon as you walk by. Shigaraki just grunts as you do so, lowering his face so his hair hides his red cheeks. You missed the sharp inhale he took as you passed by, but he could feel himself growing in his pants when he caught a whiff of your vanilla perfume and sex that you had yet to shower off. 

“Going to shower! Use the bathroom now or forever hold your peace,” you chuckled as you slid into the bathroom. 

Dabi ignored you, taking a piece of toast and disappearing back into his room. Shigaraki, on the other hand, had another idea in mind. 

Once he heard the shower turn on, he made his way to the bathroom door, ear pressed against it. He could hear the fall of your clothes as you stripped and the shower curtain being pulled back. After about five minutes, he carefully turned the handle and opened the door, peeking inside before fully entering. He was quick to swipe your panties, pocketing them before making his exit. He was held up in his room for the remainder of the day. He didn’t care that you’d notice them missing, either. Maybe that meant you’d knock on his door and accuse him. Come on in, let him help you find them. He promised he would never, and he seems so nice- he made you breakfast, remember?