synopsis: katsuki doesn't know how you ended up together, but he sure as hell doesn't mind it.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 855

tags/warnings: classmates to lovers, frenemies to lovers, established frenemies dynamic, fluffffff, slice-of-life, smut at the end

a/n: ANOTHER self-indulgent fic bc i just can't stop thinking about bickering classmates to lovers RAGHHHHHH

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

You’re his first taste of peace. A breath of fresh air that fills his lungs like the perfect amount of breeze on a summer’s day, and it feels as revolutionary to him as it would to a smoker.

He notices it when you laugh, bright-eyed and all smiles, and his chest tightens. The sight makes his heart skip a beat and his breathing catch. It’s like this often with you, he notices—where he’s out of breath, yet full of life.

That’s also a thing; life’s a little lighter with you around. He’s a little less bitter, a little less snappy. And if he is, it’s not as serious anymore, it’s fun.

——-

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” You exclaim, exasperated yet clearly amused as you swat his hand away from your shared work station. “Please, just follow the lab instructions.” You sigh, but the smile on your face never falters. 

He just laughs, plays along by shrugging his shoulders. In his head he thinks he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have you notice him.

——-

He likes the way you seem to enjoy his company. For a long time, he grew used to being the guy that people complained about, a guy that had a few more outbursts than what people could put up with. And yeah, most of the reputation came about through fault of his own, sure, but it got to him sometimes. It was nice to have someone who enjoyed putting up with him.

——-

Psyching himself up to ask you out might make top ten of the scariest things he’s ever had to do, but he’d do it ten times over again just to watch you nod yes. To feel the way you wrapped your arms around him, moving in his returning hug with that little sway you do when you can’t contain your excitement. God, it really made him feel like something important.

“Y-yeah?” He whispers into your hair, it’s shaky, unsure. It’s nothing like him, yet entirely his truest self. When you nod again, he finds himself letting out a breath of relief, lips turning up into a boyish smile before it’s hidden in your hair again.

“Fuck, I was so scared.” He mutters, chuckling softly. His thumb keeps brushing back and forth on your shoulder before pausing at how you look up at him.

“Your heart’s beating fast.” You point out, grinning.

“Yeah, no shit!”

——-

He has a hard time thinking of life before you. Before you were over all the time, before all the dates that ended with walks home and whispered “I love you’s,” before you were there watching on the sidelines, cheering him on at school events and waiting on the bleachers after school for him to finish training.

What did he do when you weren’t there to cheer him on? To meet him after games and reach up to squeeze his cheeks, to embarrass him in front of everyone by peppering his face with kisses? Did he really just go home? He thinks of that guy, “huh, sad.”

——-

Heaven on earth. That’s what the feeling is. 

It turns out, Heaven was warmer than he’d thought. And wet. And slick. And—“f-fuck, tight..!” He groans into your ear as your hips roll down onto him, wet walls enveloping his length and squeezing down before dragging back up again. Every movement of your hips is accompanied by a lewd squelch, the result of your juices and his pre mixing together. It drips down the seam of his balls that begin to smack against you as his hips start to thrust upwards.

“Mmffghh…fuck!” You whimper, the sound making his cock jump as he tenses his stomach, warm hands on your hips guiding you as you fuck. The haze that clouds him is heavy and mind numbing as he processes the way it’s him making you feel good. He drinks up every little whine that falls from your lips and in return gives you his own, his eyebrows scrunched as he edges closer to his climax.

He fucks you harder. The incessant need to claim you as his showing up in the way he holds you against him, an arm wrapped around your waist as he thrusts deep into you, each time giving you a moment to grind yourself against the needy head of his tip buried inside. 

“S-so messy—fuck, I love you.” “Please. Please, cum for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, there we go, me too, baby…Hahh..”

And suddenly, you cum with a sharp gasp. Your nails dig into his shoulders while your back arches, and your pretty face is painted with an expression of only pleasure. It’s enough to make him cum. Not long after is it that he’s cumming inside of you, groaning at the thought of his seed coating your gummy walls, at the way it’ll dribble out of you when he eventually pulls out, and how he’ll spread you open again after—make you cum until you’re more than satisfied and too worn out to even claw at the bedsheets.

Because after all, what better way is there to repay the girl who gave him a chance?

synopsis: sloppy, messy, drunk sex with your pro hero boyfriend cellophane. that’s it.

pairing: pro hero!hanta sero x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

tags/warnings: soft dom!sero, praise, whiny, lazy sex, multiple orgasms, riding, sero eats his cum out of you, missionary, spitting, fingering, finger sucking, p in v

a/n: mmmffghhh....

divider cred: @chrisssiren

It’s all lewd. 

The loud slapping of skin that echoes through your shared-bedroom makes the tips of your ears go hot with embarrassment. Sero’s large hands are wrapped around the soft skin of your waist, securing you in place as his hips snap up in a faulty rhythm, fast, punctuating thrusts followed up by lazy, slow ones as he forgets how to keep pace, fully absorbed by the sensation of your wet, gummy walls sucking him in.

You end up having to grip his chin to face you, biting your lip at the dopey, fucked-out smile that greets you in return, accompanied by a soft moan before you tell him to focus.

“Pace…Hanta..you want me to feel good too, yeah?” you coo at him. 

You watch as he nods eagerly, steeling himself from merely chasing his own pleasure, spawned by the alcohol induced haze. It’s not long before he finds a middle ground between what he was doing before. Two ends of a spectrum joining together, and you curse at the way he just gets it. He gets it so right everytime—even if he does get carried away some. His fat cock pistons in and out of you, dragging back out slowly before snapping back in hard, moans and praises slipping from his lips every time his sensitive tip brushes up against that spot inside of you that makes you whine and clench around it.

“F-fuck…m’I doin’ it right, now..?” He slurs, partially cocky, the other part of him having half a mind still to know he’s not all there enough himself to be cooing at you like this.

You huff, amused by the way he’s still got jokes. You suppose it’s what drew you to him from the beginning though, so you couldn’t get annoyed really. You nod, making a show of the way you respond.

“Mhmm..! Hanta…aghh…feels so good..big dick stretching me out…” 

“Yeah? Yeah, baby?” “Kiss me then.” He urges, looking at you straight before taking your lips to his, tongues slipping around each other’s as moans muffle into one noise. Sero’s hands slip down to cup your ass, squeezing the plush flesh of it as he whines into your kiss. A kiss, bittersweet with the taste of whiskey from his tongue and the fruity margaritas you indulged tonight. “You’re so sweet…” “Fucking unreal how perfect you are.” You’d almost thank him for the compliment if it wasn’t for the way your words became choked out moans and wimpy utterances of his name when his thrusts start to speed up. The feeling of his full balls slapping against the seam of your ass makes you toss your head back, the movement allowing him to kiss and suck on your neck, laving over hickeys he leaves down until he reaches your collarbone.

“So sexy…’can’t believe you're my girl,” he grunts, muffled by the way his mouth is latched on one of your nipples. His other hand reaches down between the two of you to rub at your clit, moaning louder against your sweaty skin as you cry out at his thrusts.

“Mmmpphh…cum..cum,” he groans.

Sero follows you in your orgasm, cumming ropes up into you when your soft hand finds one of his nipples, tweaking the sensitive nub between your fingers before you felt yourself about to cum, spurring him on with you.

“F-fuck…! Hanta..!” You cry, back arching in his lap as he keeps fucking his sticky cum up into you. He mumbles out incoherences; his eyebrows furrow with the whine he lets out, brought on by the sight of the space between you, hazy eyes falling on the creamy, white ring visible every time your bodies separate. “Sh-shit…” “Look at us, baby..’so fuckin’ sexy,”

Sero catches you when you fall into him, hissing at the way your pussy keeps clenching around him, length beginning to soften inside of you. His arms keep you upright, steady in his lap while he presses kisses over you—the top of your head, your temples, your nose, your cheeks, and finally, one to your lips. During it he’s picking you up, maneuvering the both of you to where you’re on your back, heavy, drowsy head hitting the pillows that are drenched in his scent, watching you giggle as he settles between your legs.

“Happy girl…” he coos. “You feelin’ good still?” He asks with a smirk, sliding his flaccid cock out of you. In response, you close your legs shyly, only to be met with a click of his tongue and a teasing “Uh uh,” before his hands are spreading you open again.

“Look at her…full of my cum..” “‘Can barely take it all, hm?” He tuts, chuckling at the way you tilt your face into the pillows out of embarrassment.

“Hmph. Don’t worry, I’ll make it stay in.” And suddenly one of his slender fingers slides inside of you, pushing his cum back in, all while a wicked grin plasters on his face as he watches you gasp loudly.

“You wanna take my load, yeah? ‘Pretty pussy can’t do it herself so m’helping her.”

“Wanna make you cum again too,” he whispers under his breath, traveling downwards so his face is level with your puffy, sensitive core.

You should’ve expected it. Sero was a nasty man; he lived for kinky shit like this. So his mouth being on you even after he shot his load inside shouldn’t have been surprising, shouldn’t have elicited your sharp gasp and moan of his name, adding more fuel to his flames of desire. He groans loud at the tug to his silky stands, how they lace around your nimble fingers, damp with sweat as you use him to get a grip of yourself, enough to look down at him. To meet his half-lidded, stupidly-smug eyes that make your stomach twist.

He winks at you. Just in time with how he slides in another one of his fingers, pressing them deep and curling them just right as his tongue flicks relentlessly over your needy clit before sucking hard at it, like he’s trying to will your orgasm out of you. 

Sero loves it down here, moaning your name while spelling his out on you with his tongue, flattening it while the pads of his fingers deep in you rub with a constant pressure that has your eyes rolling back.

His cum and your slick combine and when he really processes what he’s doing he can’t help the way his hips start to rut up against the mattress, easing his fat dick back up.

“Ha-Hanta…Aghh..!” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. “F-feels so good..! Y-your stubble tickles..” you mumble. He laughs, muffled by your core as he eggs you on to your climax. 

“Mhm..? Mhm?” 

“Y-yes..! Fuck!” You gush around his fingers and into his mouth, whining that the sensation of him eagerly lapping you up. “Mmffghh…’could eat this pussy forever..”

For a second, you think it’s over. Meaning the seconds he let you have to come down from your orgasm before he held your legs apart again, biting his lip before stroking his hard-again dick in front of you, getting off for a moment at your watching eyes.

Sero lets his dick rest on your slippery, wet pussy, giggling drunkenly to himself, overjoyed at the situation and about everything that already happened tonight.

“Hehehe…can I fuck you again? Please?” he asks, and the dumb smile on his face makes it impossible to say no, nevermind the way your pussy aches for more, pulsing at just the weight of his fat cock resting on it. 

“Y-yes, Hanta..please,” you pant, breathless and needy. Sero picks up your legs, hands clutching at your thighs to wrap them around his waist.

“Fuckin—agh…hot..” he groans before just starting to drag his head along your folds, rubbing his fat tip on your clit, pushing into it to watch how your eyes roll back. “Mhm…”

He starts to grind his dick on your pussy, holding out and teasing the two of you, getting off on the restraint, whimpers falling from his lips.

“S-so wet…could almost just—ahhh…” 

And he’s in, gliding his dick inside with a sigh of relief, starting to thrust. It takes him more than he would like to admit to himself to stop from cumming. It’s clear in the way his head tilts back and his jaw falls open, shameless moans spilling from his lips, deep and choked out through horny ramblings and his breaks to lick up the drool that seeps from his mouth.

“Yeah…yeah..you’re so perfect for me..look at those tits—sh-shit…” “Your mouth’s open like you want something…” “More cock? Drunk, dirty whore…s’okay, though…me too..”

When he manages, Sero fucks into you harder, ramming into your sweet spot again and again, losing himself in the way your slick walls suck him in. “M-made for me…”

“Open your mouth.” He grunts, slurred. His hand comes to grip your jaw, smirking as you listen, before a fat glob of spit lands on your tongue and you swallow immediately like a dog given a treat.

“Fuck yes…” “Do it again.”

This time, his spit dribbles slow out his mouth. Your eyes get to watch the way its string thins before reaching you. 

“You like th-that..?” He stutters out. “Love anything from me in that mouth of yours, mm?” He follows up by shoving two of his own fingers into his mouth, slobbering on them before gliding them into yours. 

“Mmmffgh..suck on them while I fuck you then.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get close with the way you’ve been fucking. Hanta’s cock twitches inside you at the sight of you all pliant and wanton, how you try so hard to train your eyes back on him when they want to roll back so bad, how your spit dribbles out your mouth and coats his lengthy digits, how your hips begin to fuck back up into him.

“G-god…you—fuck! M’gonna fill you up again!” 

“I know…I know..it’s so good..I love fucking my girl..wanna watch you gush on this cock again—fuck..please, baby..”

“Nnghh…! Agh..!”

“Y-yeah..shit! Shit…!”

You cry out at the way he fucks you through your orgasms, how you can feel his hot cum leak from his cock in ropes, dragging back out everytime he pulls back, mixing with your release in a sticky mess. He groans as you pulse around him, smaller hands grasping at his back.

“Oh-ohh…” you whimper, head tilting into the bedding.

Hanta leans down, panting hard before stilling. His lips press a sweet kiss against your temple in silent appreciation of you, for letting him do all that and for liking it too, for being his girl and calling him your man.

“Love you…” “‘Don’ wanna clean up…” he complains.

You laugh, hugging him tighter to you, melding your sweaty bodies together. “Love you, too.”

love for my baby adult shoto’s design bc I saw it and got wet and it made me sad that ppl were hating on it :( ❤️‍🩹

w/c: 1.1k

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

Shoto, who lives to please you, who relishes in the way you drag your folds over his face, how you whimper and moan at the way his nose nudges at your clit, the yelp you let out when he slides his tongue into your sopping wet cunt, fucking you with the muscle as his warm hands wrap around your thighs, keeping you open for him. 

“Mmmffgh…’tastes sogood..” “‘Could live down here, you know that, baby?”

“Aaghh..! Fuck..Sho!” You cry softly.

He lets out a muffled chuckle, his hot breath fanning over your wet core.

Shoto would rather you cum ten times before he does once. There was something about watching you that did it for him, the way you shivered and twitched, how your eyes rolled back for him and your mouth fell open, wimpy moans falling from your lips like the dreamy singing of a choir. 

Sometimes, pleasing you was enough to make him cum. Especially during your time in school, how quickly Shoto would cum, a small wet splotch visible on his pants after you’d make out in his dorm, how he’d grunt at the brush of your ass against his crotch at events, where he’d blush furiously at the way you’d turn around, pointing a finger up at his face and faux-scolding him for getting hard.

“Sh-Sho…I’m..hah!” You toss your head back as he sucks on your folds, tongue flicking up and down between the seam of your lips. “Mhmm…” he hums into you, content and blissed out. He moans at the feeling of your hands in his hair, fingers tugging at his red and white strands while you continue to soak his chin with your juices.

It’s not long before he feels your pussy fluttering, how your short gasps have grown, how you’ve started to hump his face, using him to push 

yourself off that last edge to pleasure. 

“Ggnnghh..! Hah..!” “Sho—m’cumming!” You cry out finally, fingers pulling at his multi-colored strands, wet with sweat marking his determination to get you off. It doesn’t get much clearer than with how he works his mouth. His tongue flattens, lapping up your release with a smile you can feel between your legs. His large hands soothe your thighs while he groans at his final tastes of you.

“Mmmm…so sweet..” he hums.

Moments later you’re on your back, Shoto’s petting your hair, pressing gentle kisses over your face as you fall from your high. The pillows feel so soft you think you could sink into them forever, and everything smells like him. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” He mutters.

And just when you think it’s over he’s mumbling into the skin of your pelvis, lips brushing over your hips in a way that tickles.

“I want to finger you.” “Is that okay?”

He asks so bluntly, in a way that’s so characteristically him, soft and straightforward, a man who was taught to speak when he wanted something. After all, closed mouths don’t get fed. You can’t help but get a little lovestruck at the sight of him peering up at you, the gentle, kind eyes of the man you call yours, asking so politely if he can finger you. It almost makes you laugh.

Instead, you nod. You reach down, palm cupping his cheek, stroking the rosy tint flushed all over his face. Shoto’s hand lifts, it finds your hip, then the underside of your thigh, then finally his thumb presses down on your puffy clit, rubbing little circles that make you whimper. 

He notices it all. The way your back lifts ever so slightly off the bed, the little trembles of your thighs, how you huff out wimpy pants.

“In a bit, sweetheart.” He offers, playing with your sex. A slender finger traces down your slit before he spreads apart your lips, watching the sticky slick coat his digits. Your face heats up at the sight.

“Sho’…what’re you doing..?” He looks up at you, chuckling. “Just…lookin’” His finger drags along your core again. “Are you shy?” 

You barely have a moment to respond before his middle finger glides into you. “Aghh..! Fuck!” He curls it, dragging it against your wet walls as his thumb keeps up on your clit. He bites his lip at the sight of you.

“Yeah…yeah..” he whispers under his breath, adding another finger. “You’re so warm…” he mutters, suddenly activating his quirk, the digits of his right hand chilling inside of you as he switches to use his warm left thumb to flick over your little bud.

The feeling is overwhelming, every thrust of his fingers is a new wave of pleasure, a shock to your core as if he was fucking you with an ice cube, it emphasizes every move against your g-spot so much more, it keeps you present while the firm, warm, and constant buzz of pleasure from his thumb makes your mind all hazy. “You like this.” He points out, humming.

“Mhm…! Y-yeah…ohh..Sho’..”

“I should use my quirk more often,” Shoto mumbles, starting to think out loud. “Do you like the hot, or cold more?” He asks like you can respond normally, fingers still fucking you, thumb still fluttering over your clit incessantly, never letting up.

“Mmmphh..both! Both! I want both..!”

He grins, an idea forming in his head.

“Maybe next time we’ll make an ice mold of my dick, and I’ll keep you all warm from behind as I fuck you with it, hm?” He coos, leaning down just enough so his breath ghosts over your core, fingers speeding up at the way you clench around them in response to him. “‘Would you want to do that? Would you, baby?” He keeps asking, watching as you fare closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Tell me…” he flicks your clit.

“Aghh…! Shit…yes! Yes I want to..mmffghh…M’gonna cum—Shoto!”

Shoto’s eyes fill with awe as you cum, back raising off the bed and eyes rolling back. You look so goddamn pretty. His girl, cumming on his fingers. He takes his time in letting you ride out your orgasm, slender fingers moving in and out in slow pumps until you're whimpering over how it’s too much before he finally pulls them out.

They’re wet, soaked in your release as his chin was before, and just like before, Shoto cleans up, licking them clean before coming up to kiss you, the tang of yourself catching onto your tongue.

“Thank you, love.” He mutters against your lips.

You laugh. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“You don’t have to. I’d do it anyway.” 

And like the big hunk he is, Shoto Todoroki curls up beside you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, peppering the skin there with little nips and kisses, immediately getting to work on massaging your sore thighs.

synopsis: Anyone who knows L knows that he's got his own way of doing things. He values efficiency in his work. However, despite his almost robotic-like work ethic, he's not absolved from the feeling of arousal. L jerks off sometimes, but it takes long when he's alone. He knows he already cums quick when thinking of you, so when you walk in on him one day and don't seem to mind, L thinks of a perfect proposition!

pairing: l lawliet x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

tags/warnings: mentions of porn, male masturbation, cum licking, pervy L, walking in on L, L HAS BUSH, L is very straightforward, fucking your coworker, blowjob, brief mention of cunnilingus, UNCUT KING, whimpering, crying during sex, L licks up your tears, reader mentioned to have glasses, coworkers to lovers, chair sex, reader refers to L as "Ryu" until implied further into arrangement, "L" used in certain moments

a/n: larping bc i STILL haven't finished death note but like please L is my friend #larplarplarpsahur

divider cred: @chrisssiren

L Lawliet is a man of routine. Meticulous routine, that is. Routine that has allowed him to do efficiently what is called of him.

L’s unconventional. He works for days without sleep, his signature pose has him hunched over and his knees tucked up to his chest, he showers differently, he lives off of sweets to a degree that would probably be counterintuitive to the productivity of anyone else, and yet, no one bats an eye. Not when he was one of the greatest living detectives in the world. Not when there was a case as big as Kira needing to be solved.

All that being said, L’s quirks didn’t absolve him from the natural pulls of human instinct. He was human still, after all. When he worked too long, sleep would call, and he’d give in quite reluctantly, understanding its necessity but not without the thought of how much time he’d be wasting passing his mind. L saw these actions as simple roadblocks, tasks that needed to be completed in order for him to execute his job well, that opting to not give into these urges would most likely result in more harm than good. L wasn’t a stupid man. He knew what human limits were.

L’s relationship with sexual pleasure was not very exciting. At least, not before you. He discovered self pleasure like anyone else. Puberty boners and a damned need to make them go away, finding that if he rutted against his bed long enough this euphoric feeling would rip through him and last just few seconds before he’d beleft panting, satisfaction evident in the drool that manages to slip out the corner of his mouth.

As he got older, he discovered porn. He’d concluded early on that the end result of finishing was much more pleasurable when he had a stimulus to jerk off to. He noticed he liked looking when women bent over, when they had low-cut tops. He’d make mental notes of the color of their panties or their bras, using the stored memories to fuck his hand to during the nights he felt release was needed. So, the discovery of porn to him was…nice. Porn, he found, was convenient. He didn’t have to scrounge his mind for old memories, or leave his workspace to gain new ones. Porn gave him more than he was even looking for. It introduced his mind to an entirely new web of information; he gained tastes for certain categories and favored actions he saw in videos that one could deem “kinks.”

He didn’t have a purpose for much of this information though, aside from decreasing the search time for him when finding a video to jerk off to, it mostly buried itself in the farthest corner of his mind until he felt he needed to orgasm again.

Then you were put on the Kira investigative team.

And suddenly the need to masturbate came more frequently. He’d start to feel it in his gut when you were near him, arousal building in his lower abdomen when you leaned in closer to listen to what he had to say, how your lips looked wrapped around a strawberry plucked off his shortcake he so graciously offered you. Suddenly, he spent a little longer masturbating; it wasn’t only to get it over with anymore. He liked thinking of you.

When you leave his office he allows his mind to wander, like clockwork he’d have to relieve himself after working with you. He hums contentedly at the feeling of his cock swelling up, growing thicker and harder in his pants as he closes his eyes, the vision of the strawberry in your mouth transforming into his leaky red tip resting on your lips. His hips twitch into the seam of his jeans, just enough friction to elicit a gasp from his lips.

“Oh, god.” he hushes, steeling himself for a moment before slipping from his normally hunched position, and slouching in his office chair, letting his feet touch the cold floor below as he lifts his white shirt up higher to expose his abdomen. His pale skin lacks much hair, except for the patchy dark happy trail of his, leading to a much thicker, unkempt bush. 

Like routine, his slender fingers fiddle with his jeans, undoing the button, then the zipper, before sighing at the lack of restriction, and the light breeze from the colder room that ghosts over his sensitive dick, a wet spot visible at the front of it.

He pulls his pants down just enough, before peeling his sticky briefs off enough to free his cock, heavy and needy resting on his thigh, leaking more by the second.

L wraps a hand around himself, hissing at the contact, closing his eyes as he squeezes harder, working himself faster at the thought of you. Your pretty, wide eyes, your laugh, your thighs in the skirts you wear to work. God, he’d never felt this way about anyone before. Sure, he’s acknowledged when a woman was attractive, but you were more to him. He had an affinity for you. To your wit, your kindness, your easygoing attitude that charmed him the second you were brought on. You had him appreciating traits he didn’t care much about when it came to others.

Heavy, high-pitched huffs leave his mouth as he gets closer, twisting his fist harder, faster. His pre cum drips from his tip and falls down into his bush, traveling down the length of his cock and lubing his actions, actions that produced echoing, lewd, sloppy noises. Noises he shut his eyes to and envisioned to be your sopping pussy.

“F-fuck…I’m close.” He whispers to himself, more of a statement (it always is with him), so lost in his pleasure that he barely hears your voice at his door, knocking thrice. Every logical cell in his body tells him to stop and check but he can’t help himself. Maybe he was hallucinating your voice, maybe he was dreaming, maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to see him like this, a dirty, hopeful part of him that trusts you to reciprocate his feelings.

You walk in.

You walk in just as he’s cumming. An impressive amount of white shoots from his dick, covering the exposed expanse of his lean chest that heaves up and down. He makes no effort to open his eyes. He supposed it’s too late now.

He hears your gasp. He lets himself smile at it. You’ve got your hands clutched over your mouth and you sputter out apologies, but he notices you don’t make any motion to leave—not to run off down the hallway, not to curse him out in shock, not to shut the door and step out. In fact, he heard you step in.

And close the door. Behind you.

And for a moment it’s peaceful, if you try and see it that way. Neither of you speak. The room creates this bubble around the two of you. L gulps before finally opening his eyes, looking over to meet your widened ones.

“I suppose you’ve caught me.”

It’s so casual. A chill runs down your spine and you hate the way your eyes immediately flick back to his dick, framed by his dark pubes, hairs coated with dots of cum that reflect the light.

“Judging by your actions I can assume you’re not uncomfortable?” He asks knowingly, before reaching forward towards the tissue box on his desk, his other hand stretching out to you.

“Come closer.” “If you’re staying, that is.”

An airy chuckle escapes his lips as you listen, the recognizable sound of your heels clacking against the floor meeting his perky ears before coming to a pause. He watches the way you grab the tissues from his hand, a puzzled look crossing his face when you crumple them up and toss the ball onto his desk instead of using them to clean him up.

But his breath hitches when you drop down to your knees, watching the hesitance in your movements, catching the way you swallow down your nervousness, how he can tell you know he notices it. It’s comforting to know he is too though. L stammers out your name, hands clenching and unclenching while resting on the arm rests of his chair.

It’s clear you’re looking for some sort of reassurance, and when you find a glint of trust in his gaze you bend down, taking his soft dick in your mouth, licking off the residue of sticky sweet pre and his salty cum as he whimpers. L’s stomach tenses at the feeling of you lapping up the cum on his stomach, replacing the white puddles with glossy streaks of saliva in the shape of your tongue.

He thinks. His constant fantasy reciprocates his feelings and works alongside him. It makes perfect sense to start calling you into his office next time he needs to work off some arousal.

He propositions you the next day, calling you over after the work day is done, finding it sweet the way you come readily, sitting across from him in that tight skirt of yours, squeezing your thighs together as you fidget with your fingers in your lap.

“I was thinking…after yesterday.”

You swallow.

“You enjoyed that, correct?”

“I did, Ryuzaki.” “I-I apologize for walking in o—”

“No need.” He waves off your apology, before placing his hands back on his tucked knees.

“If you’re interested, I’d like to propose an arrangement.”

Your head tilts. “What do you mean, Ryu?”

“As you know, many of my habits are shaped by how efficiently they allow me to finish my work.” “However, this does not mean I do not respond to the natural urges of sexual release—as you were able to see. Noting your further choice of action yesterday I take it you’re more than understanding.”

“Therefore, I ask if you would be okay with me requesting you during my next bout of arousal.”

Stunned. That’s what you are. How could he say something like this so easily? Did he really mean it? Was it personal to you? So many questions ran through your head that you couldn’t find it in yourself to hide the surprise in your expression. Even so, you couldn’t deny the way his words made you clench around nothing, panties wetting at his direct tone, and initiative he didn’t even intend to have come off that way.

Your answer wasn’t very difficult to find.

———

“Oh…fuck! Ryu!” You cry, clawing at the skin of his back, nails painting him with red marks.

L’s got you on your back, you’re practically folded in half. He has you in the nastiest mating press, hips snapping into you hard as his eyes stay shut, consumed by the feeling of your gummy walls that squeeze at his length. He thinks that the feeling of sex should be something he’s used to by now, but instead, every time he sinks into you it’s unfathomable the amount of pleasure he feels. Familiar yet exciting, the rush of adrenaline making it feel like his first time with you every time.

His nimble fingers wrap around your ankles, securing himself with you underneath him as he continues to ram his cock inside of you, his tip kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. Dark strands of hair stick to L’s forehead damp with sweat. He’s not very chatty, only letting out heavy huffs and the occasional whimper when you clench around him particularly hard. Like when your hand reaches down to rub at your needy clit, the added sound of you rubbing your juices over yourself making his ears perk and his pace falter.

“Oh…wow, that feels good…hah..” “Are you feeling good?”

“It’s—oh..! Ryu…it’s so hmph! Deep…” you whine the hand you have slung around his shoulder moves to his jaw before cupping his face. Your thumb sits by the corner of his mouth before it’s taken into his. He sucks on it, whining and mumbling around the digit as the two of you near your orgasms. His next words make your stomach flutter, and your eyebrows scrunch as you get emotional at them.

“I-I…I want you to feel good too…it’s n-not just for me..” he says, meeting your sweet gaze. The sheer genuineness of it makes you want to melt, to give yourself over to him completely and entirely without a second thought, but you know that wouldn’t be smart. It’d be wrong to get your hopes up when the two of you had been doing this a while now with nothing of the sort.

But there was just something about it. Something about the past few months that you knew the both of you had noticed. The way your hesitant touches against each other's bodies grew practiced and knowing, how your sessions started to get longer, how he started to take his time pleasing you instead of making you orgasm in exchange for your help with his. You started to notice the way he’s picked up on what you enjoy, things you'd never said aloud, how he’d do them again and hum contentedly when you confirmed his observations, tugging on his hair as he held down your hips, laving his tongue over your weepy pussy.

You whine, eyes squeezing shut as his thrusts urge you closer to your release. You clench around him, toes curling. You don’t even realize that you're crying until you feel his tongue lap up your tears as they fall, cooing softly as he does, the wimpy tone of his voice letting you know he’s right there with you.

“D-Don’t cry, beautiful..” “I-Is it because it’s good?” He grunts, hips picking up pace.

“I’m—oh..!” “L…” you whisper, nearly silent. You deliver the moan right to his ear. It’s extraordinary.

Your pussy fucking milks him, sucking in all of what comes out of his dick as he fucks the two of you through it, shaking the bedframe as he overstims the both of you.

“Sh-shit…you are..incredible..”

———

It’s really not a shock to anyone around the two of you when the dynamic of your arrangement slips the mouth of Watari.

Whether they said it aloud or not, there was a clear shift in comfortability between the two of you—seats closer together, a hand on your shoulder, a cake offering from L. Yeah, if you weren’t secretly married, you had to be fucking. It didn’t affect his ability to work—so whatever.

———

Your phone buzzes again. A message from L.

I’d like for you to come over, please. Thank you.

You’re already smiling, a big wide grin on a woman excited to please, already starting to comb through your hair with your fingers and spritzing a little extra perfume, the scent of strawberry shortcake dusting all over you.

It’s how you end up here. Glasses tugged off your face and discarded elsewhere so he can get a better look at your eyes, watery and lovestruck from underneath his desk. You’ve got a mouth full of cock. Spit pools out the corners of your mouth during your pause, nostrils flaring as you breathe through your nose.

“Take a break if you have to.” He whispers softly, consideration evident in the way he brushes some hair out of your face, his touch gentle and appreciative.

A smile paints his features as you pull off, replacing your mouth with slow pumps of your hand that make his breath hitch.

“You look very beautiful.” He mutters softly.

You chuckle, licking your lips coated with his stringy pre and your spit, looking up at him almost bashfully.

“You think, Ryu?”

“Well. Truthfully, I have always found you to be quite breathtaking.”

His matter-of-fact praise makes you want to please him more, mouth latching back onto his heavy dick, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around his sensitive head, pulling back his foreskin to tongue the underside. L tosses his head back while his grip in your hair tightens. His hips threaten to jerk up into your mouth and he stutters out apologies.

“It—oh…you’re so good at this…th-thank you..” he mumbles, his restraint slipping by the second before his hips are bucking into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat.

He groans as you hold there, the wet cave of your throat contracting around him as you gag on his cock, eyes half-lidded as you gaze up at him from where you are. Your nose and chin are buried in his unkempt bush, damp with drool as you desperately clutch at his thighs. The sharp sting of your nails combined with your throat has him whimpering, eyebrows scrunched as he praises you.

“Fuck…fuck..p-please..m-more..” he begs softly, nearly crying at the way you toy with his balls in response, rolling the skin in your hands as you swirl your tongue around him.

“Oh—yes..yes, I’m getting close..!” “Please.”

Suddenly, his orgasm tears through him. L’s eyes roll to the back of his skull and his body twitches ever so slightly off of the office chair, a sharp whine of your name leaving his lips. He jolts when you pull back, replacing your mouth with your hand as you jerk him off through his release. Your mouth sucks on his fat nuts, hand stroking up and down as white coats your pretty face, landing on your lips like white glaze on a donut.

“S-so…beautiful…” he pants out, stroking your temple. He catches the way you’re rutting against the heel of your shoe, gazing up at him with desperate eyes and he can’t help but be speechless at the sight.

“Th-thank you, for that.” “I’d like you to come up now.” He murmurs, watching the way you rise at his command, letting yourself be pulled into his lap before he’s wiping his cum off of your face.

“You’re feeling needy now.” He hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, Ryu..there’s no need to—”

He cuts you off with a brief shush, stroking your hair.

“I want to.”

Behind you, L’s got his other hand wrapped around himself, stroking his dick back to being erect, watching the way you’re all wide-eyed and confused before he’s slipping a hand down to the hem of your skirt, and hiking it up over your hips from there. He smiles as you gasp, noting the way the beating of his heart quickens at it. You feel as a slender finger catches the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs.

“This is alright?” he confirms, dark eyes meeting yours.

When you nod, he’s already grinding his cock against your folds, slapping it against you a few times just to hear the wet thud that echoes.

“Mmmphh..please..! I need it..!” You whine, pouty.

“Mhm. Patience.”

In reality, you don’t have to wait long at all. For as consequential as it might be in other contexts, he has a weak spot for you.

L starts to fill you up, stuffing your pussy full all the way to the brim. You swear you can feel him in your stomach as he starts bucking up with shallow thrusts. You sling your arms around his shoulders in response, desperate for an anchor as he relieves the ache that had been building inside of you for the last hour.

L’s hands find your waist, his grip tightening before he starts fucking you hard, ramming up into you with a surprising amount of force, like every thrust is meant to prove a point, like he’s trying to tell you something with each one. He never shuts his eyes. Instead, he trains them on you, like he needs to watch the way you fall apart for him. You were his first, and now he couldn’t dream of wanting or having anyone else. On top of the way you clench around him, there’s this never-leaving flutter in his chest that he can’t quite put a name to. All he knows is that it’s particularly pronounced whenever something involving you comes up. He used to think it was something to do with when you two had sex. Then, he noticed it when you hugged him, then the flutter was back when you were just working together, then finally, he realized his chest would tighten just at the thought of you.

“Ryu! S-so good!” You cry, snapping him out of his trance.

L leans down to kiss you. It’s messy and not necessarily “hot” but there’s something so very L about it that makes you weak. He laps at your drool, mumbling barely coherent words through it all, savoring the way you go limp against him. His cock never lets up pace, and as if that wasn’t enough, his thumb finds your poor, needy clit, rubbing circles that egg you on. 

“You’re getting close.” He points out, his voice breaking half-way through as he teeters on his own climax.

“Mmmphhh! Mhm!”

He huffs through his nose, connecting your foreheads together when he can tell you’re only a few more thrusts away from cumming, his lips pressing a gentle kiss onto your nose bridge–sustained and intimate.

“Hah..ah! L…” you choke out into his ear as you finally gush, so sweet and wimpy and overwhelmingly sincere in tone, and it makes him want to fuck his cum into you harder, to bury it so deep it stays and doesn’t leak out. 

Fuck, you were amazing. You were his.

As you lie there, panting, sweaty bodies on top of each other, L takes the moment to steel himself, finding comfort in the way your pussy pulses every once in a while, the two of you oversensitive and exhausted.

“Hey.” He hums to you.

You meet his tired gaze with one of your own, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes, Ryu?”

“Could I say something…unproffesional?”

You laugh, and his breath catches at the twinkle in your eye that you always have when you’re about to say something witty.

“Unproffessional?” “Then no.” You quip sarcastically.

He laughs with you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll say what I was thinking of.”

There’s a pause.

“I think, since we’ve started this…” he says, referencing your arrangement. “I’ve been able to identify my feelings towards you much better than before. Feelings of…fondness.” “Frankly, what I’m trying to say is…I have romantic feelings for you.” “I wanted you to know.”

You could almost yelp with how surprised you are. Oh, how nice it was to know all those times you chided yourself for being delusional were wrong. You’d never been so ecstatic about being incorrect before.

“Oh…you have no idea,” You whisper, taking his face in your hands before peppering it all over with kisses, not stopping even when he tries to speak again.

“Alright,” he laughs happily as you finally relent, holding the both of your hands in his. “I assume you feel the same then.” 

----------------------------> locker room.

all roads lead back to kei tbh 🤤🤤

divider cred: @omi-resources

sendai frogs!tsukki who tells you it’s no problem for you to be in the locker room. You have a feeling it is though, something about the echo of your foot steps just tells you it’s not allowed. Regardless, you listen. You let him drag you into the back, out of view of the door, where the light no longer seeps through, where the two of you are left alone, and tsukki’s hot, and sweaty.

sendai frogs!tsukki who spends just a second assuaging your worries, large bandaged hands cupping your face, thumbs running over your cheeks as he coos as you, pressing kisses to your temples and your forehead. “What’re you worried about?” “‘Told you you’re allowed here, baby.”

sendai frogs!tsukki who puts on the fake-pleading act, who has fun “begging” you to get down on your knees for him, pleading for you to make him feel good, telling you he needs to relieve his stress before he gets on the court again. “Just quick, please.” You can tell he’s only half-playing around, because whenever he gets like this it's only ever half an act.

sendai frogs!tsukki who lets his head fall back when you pull down his shorts, briefs coming with. The elastic bands sit above his knees where you tugged them down to. His cock jumps out to smack against his lower abdomen, wetting the light hairs of his happy trail. His mushroom tip drips with pre cum, angry and red and begging for a warm mouth to home it. Tsukki lets out a little moan through his gritted teeth. “Fuck yes..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who groans loudly at the feeling of your mouth, tossing his head back as you lave your tongue over the tip, mouth molding around the width of his length. “That’s it…you do it good for me..fuck..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who can’t stop himself from putting a hand in your hair, his grip firm yet comforting. He curses when you throat him deeper, hips stuttering once as he forces himself to watch you take him, panting hard. “Pretty..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who can’t hold back from pushing you down on him, gasping when you choke on his length, the pulse of restriction around his cockhead brushing along all his glands, wet and squishy. “Sh-shit, baby that feel’s fucking good…” “You love this, yeah?” “You take dick so good..” he rambles, hips twitching into your mouth before he finally gives into what he wants. He tightens his grip on your hair before snapping his hips into your mouth, fucking it like you were a toy, one that drooled and whined and rolled it’s eyes back—one that got off on this as much as he was. He groans at the way drool spills out the corners of your mouth, moving your head to meet his thrusts. “I—god, you think this is so hot, huh?” “You like sucking on your boyfriend’s cock before he has to play, hm?” “In the locker room when his teammates are all outside…’you think they know you’re such a slut for me..?”

sendai frogs!tsukki who whimpers when he gets close. He whines through choked moans and pants asking if you’ll take it, take his load all over your face and lick it up after. “Aagh..fuck..’close..” “Baby—baby..I wanna cum on that pretty face…please..fuck!”

sendai frogs!tsukki who moans loudly at the sight of you on your knees, eyes fluttering up at him with your pink tongue out, shiny and coated with saliva. He jerks off in front of your face, his fist fast and desperate. The sound is erotic, the slap and slick of skin rubbing fills the locker room, your tongue twitches in anticipation before Tsukki lets out a final groan. White ropes shoot onto your face, running over your cheeks as he continues to jerk himself off through it. He milks himself from the base to the tip, moaning and praising you as the last few drops land on your tongue. “Shit…take it…so good for me..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who’s face flushes as he stares at you. You’re pretty and panting and totally coated with cum, sitting there waiting for him to say something. He chuckles when you show off his cum on your tongue before finally swallowing. “Dirty girl.” He huffs, amused. Tsukki swipes some off your cheek using his thumb, before shoving it into your mouth, biting his lip at the way you make a show of licking it off his finger.

sendai frogs!tsukki who tells you to just wait here, that he's gonna help you get all clean again, before padding off to wet a few napkins. When he comes back he finds you there, messy and waiting, twiddling your thumbs out of boredom. He hums contentedly as he wipes the cum off your face, relishing at the way you lean into his touch and let him. “There we go, all proper again.” He teases, eyes crinkling with a smile as he meets back up your grin. Tossing the napkins he ruffles your hair.

“C’mon, your boyfriend plays soon,” “You gotta cheer,” he winks.

synopsis: kiri thinks you're so cute while getting ready !!

pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

word count: 961

tags/warnings: established relationship, fingering, mirror sex, doggy/standing sex (?), teasing, praise

a/n: blurb i started in class after my last final #rebel

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

Kirishima gets horrible cuteness aggression over you.

It’s spurred on by quite literally anything you do. He can barely pull himself together at the sight of you twirling around in that pretty red dress of yours (the one he bought for you), how the skirt of it sways as you walk over to your vanity to rummage through your makeup bag, then return to the bathroom, how your hair shines in the light that comes in from the window. Just the sight of it all has him grinning ear to ear. 

He can’t help himself from wanting to call off the date. Or from walking up behind you, strong, beefy arms wrapping around your middle as he pulls you into his chest, warm and comforting, and all him.

“Hey, pretty.” He hums, nipping at your earlobe.

“Ei…” you drag, already suspicious. But Kiri’s not trying to hide it. He wants you to see.

His hands begin to trail down, reaching past the hem of your skirt as his large hands start to grope you. He takes a handful of your thigh, thumb threatening to sneak higher and higher.

“Nghh..Eiji..”

“Hmm? Keep doin’ that pretty makeup f’me…I’m just here..” he mumbles into your skin, sharp teeth dragging over your flesh just to soothe it after with flat licks and messy kisses. Eijirou’s hand finds the bottom hem of your panties, pads tracing over the zigzag stitching as the heat at your core burns hotter and hotter.

“Mmffgh..wh-wha..?”

“Shhh…”

All your little hums of confusion slip away as his hand starts to tug down, and slowly your panties separate from the slick of your core, the fabric bunching at your thighs as he drags further.

“Eijirou..”

“Mhmm…ain’t you pretty, huh?” “I got you, just keep gettin’ ready baby..” he coos, pushing you up against him harder, grinding the bulge of his fat cock into the plush of your ass.

Kiri wastes no more time before shoving his fingers inside of you, the plunge in quickly followed by a drag out just to do it over again as he watches your face contort with little huffs in the mirror in front of you. His other hand slides from your waist down to rub at your achy bud. He chuckles softly at the way your hips buck into his touch, and how you lean forward over the countertop, into the ledge where he can further press you into it, practically humping you.

“You got it, baby…you’re strong..whatcha got there, hm? Mascara?”

“Nghh..stop it, Kiri..” he can only laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

The squelch of your wet pussy is so embarrassingly erotic, echoing around the bathroom walls. “Fuck, ‘need to be inside of you.” He grunts suddenly, pulling his fingers out of you. You whine, but it’s quickly followed by a sharp gasp as you feel the head of his cock, bare and slapping against your ass.

Eijirou grips the base of himself, running his tip along the seam of your ass cheeks before dipping below to grind against your folds.

“Fuckin’ hear that? Perfect pussy’s all wet ‘cause of me, right? ‘Cause of your Kiri?” He sings softly, praises delivering themselves straight to your ear.

“Nngh..ahhh!! Yes..yes..Ei! ‘Need you inside of me…” you beg, clutching the marble edge of the countertop before he’s filling you up. His fat head stretches you out first before he’s pushing in the rest of the way, praising you for taking him.

“There we go, beautiful, ‘making room for me..” “Perfect fucking fit.” He grunts, slapping your ass.

“Aghhh…!!”

Shallow thrusts quickly turn fast and sloppy as his hips ram hard into you. His balls slap against your clit just right as he coos at you.

“Look at you…look at you, darling…” he whines, gripping your chin up for you to stare at yourself in the mirror. His thumb hooks into your drooling mouth as he makes a poor attempt to wipe away the spit for you.

“Ohhh…fuck!!!” You cry as his other hand reaches down to circle your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the force of his thrust makes your makeup on the counter rattle. Loose tubes of mascara as lip glosses rolling around before falling into the sink.

The bathroom fills with the sound of grunts and moans as the two of you forget you’d even decided to go out today.

“F-fuck—hah..this is what I wanted…makeup all ruined now, M’sorry baby I needed you so bad…” “Looked so cute f’me…” 

“Wanted…nghh!! Fuck!—to show you how much I a-appreciated it, yeah?”

Eijirou could believe it if someone told him this was heaven. Maybe heaven was the sopping, wet cunt of his lady dripping and soaking his cock while he ruts into her like a dog.

“F-fuck! Fuck, Eijirou—M’gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Yeah, baby? Cum for me. Gush all over this dick…s’yours,”

“Nnghh..ahh!! Fuck!” You wail for a last time before your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching causing your hips to unintentionally grind back into him, his cock reaching even deeper inside of you before he’s cursing, whining out your name before his seed fills you up.

“Oh-ohh…fuck, baby..” he drools against your neck. “Perfect pussy..” His hips stutter as he holds there, listening to your sweet whimpers and relishing at the little flutters of your cunt around him.

You pant before speaking, soft spoken and sweet. “A-are we still gonna go out for lunch..?”

“Oh, sweet girl.” He comforts, tilting your face to look at him. “I’ll take you out for dinner now, yeah?”

You nod and he smiles, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

Oh, Kiri, doesn’t he know self control is a virtue?

synopsis: katsuki is tired of seeing you come back home so sad

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

tags/warnings: roommates to lovers, pro hero!bakugou, domestic, implied closer than normal boundaries, insecurity, reader goes on dates to distract from chud crush on kats, praise, fingering, cunnilingus

a/n: deadass will i ever be loved 😂😂😂 also i ended up hating how this one came out im sorry 🥀🥀ALSO again, was SUPPOSED to be a BLURB bruh what is wrong w me

divider cred: @starrliqhtt

Katsuki can’t stand to watch you cry your heart out anymore. He can’t stand to watch you stumble back into your shared apartment, upset and hurt, and to a greater degree, disappointed. like every rejection confirmed the deep seated belief in you that you weren’t meant to ever find love.

He hates finding you at the kitchen island. hates turning the corner to find you sitting there alone, with only the small stove light to keep you company. Your purse rests atop the counter, mimicking your slumped form, and it almost seems as though your bag charms are sad too.

It's routine for him now—which he wishes it wasn’t—to find you this way, and as he slips on a hoodie over his head, the gentle pads of his footsteps reach your ears.

he comes up from behind, rough hands reaching out to softly pull your arms away from your face.

“Hey.” “Let’s get you to bed.” he whispers, holding your hands in his, his hot palms comforting like a heat pad.

He hums as you let him swivel the kitchen stool around, making quick work to pick you up, scooping you into his arms from below your armpits before securing you to him from the waist. he carries you into your bedroom, lays you down on the bed, then tells you he’ll be back.

When he returns, he’s got a bottle of micellar water and a few cotton pads. He sits beside you, and like he has many times before, takes your face in his hands, beginning to wipe off your makeup. Katsuki is a man who prides himself on being meticulous in his work, and as if this was a hero duty, he places just as much focus.

He sighs as he does, listening to your soft hiccups and saying nothing, like it doesn’t pull on his heartstrings to know you’re not just upset because the date didn’t go well, but because he knows you think it’s your fault.

“Waterproof mascara?” He asks softly, the cool soaked cotton pad repeatedly swiping over your eyelid. He smiles as you nod. He’s happy you can find it in yourself to start responding to him.

“Why would’ya do that? Huh?” He chuckles. “Pain in the ass to get off.”

“Mmm…” you offer back in response, a non-answer, but it tells him you’re coming back from whatever sadness pulled you under before.

“All right, all done.” He whispers to you as he finishes up. His eyes soften at the way you lean forward into him, smushing your face into his shoulder now that you know you won’t be messing up his hoodie with makeup.

He peels off your cardigan, slipping it off your shoulders and arms. Then it’s that pretty dress of yours, a sleeve already falling off as he reaches behind you to pull down the zipper. Katsuki watches as you shrug it off yourself, humming with a gentle encouragement as he lifts up your hips, letting the dress fall the rest of the way down. The buttons clang as they make contact with the hardwood floor.

You look breathtaking, he thinks, before shaking the thought off. You deserved more respect than that right now. Again, he sits beside you, pulling your willing body into his lap, unclasping your bra with a single hand before tugging it off of you. He hums as you shiver.

“Cold?” “S’alright, I’ll get you in your pajamas soon—since you showered before leaving.” He says, watching as you hug yourself tighter to his chest.

He does what he promises. When rummaging through your closet, he finds an old t-shirt of his he lended months prior, pulling it from the pile, stopping by your underwear drawer to grab a comfy pair for you.

“Here,” “Let’s get you into these.”

Katsuki has to pretend like the sight of you all bare doesn’t get his head spinning, so again, he pushes his feelings aside, helping you into your panties, then his shirt.

“Kats..” you mumble when he’s done, and his heart almost stops.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna go now? Back to your room?”

When he meets your gaze he finds you staring at him with these eyes that seem to plead for him not to, but maybe he’s just being optimistic.

“You want me to stay, doll?”

All it takes is a nod from you to listen. Then, he’s back on your bed, pulling you into his side and under the covers. Katsuki’s arm curls around your waist, and he huffs out a breath of astonishment at the way you fit so nicely against him.

His hands rake through your hair, soft and smelling of the new hair perfume he remembers you raving to him about. It makes him infuriated—the thought of you putting so much effort into some guy who’d end up leaving you high and dry, some guy who probably reeked and laughed at none of your jokes, some guy who was far too low-brow for a woman like you. If he thinks too much about it he’ll throw a fit.

“Kats…” you mumble into his chest, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

“Yeah, doll..?”

“I just…” you hiccup, the tears already coming back to you. “I don’t know why they never like me…”

Katsuki hugs you tighter when you speak, all soft and shaky and he knows you’re about to cry again because of that little wobble in your voice and how you hide your face from him. He can feel his heart breaking at the way you ramble. About how you just don’t understand why no one will love you. How it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and what could be the reason it’s taking so long.

“Is it that hard, Kats…? To love me..? To find me pretty…? Am I not pretty enough to love..?” “Why won’t anybody tell me?”

Katsuki’s calloused hand rubs your back, splaying out atop the space between your shoulder blades, warm and comforting while his other tugs at you from the back of your waist.

“Doll…don’t say things like that.” He coos, pressing a hesitant kiss to your hairline.

“Anyone with half a damn brain would drop anything for you…” Katsuki whispers.

“But, I—” he cuts you off, hand molding against your cheek.

“Trust me.”

There’s a breathless way inwhich he says it. His brow bone softens. His eyes train to your glossy ones, wet with tears he’s one impulse away from kissing off.

The strings of his heart ache. He wants so badly to tell you everything, everything he told himself he wasn’t going to confront. 

“For your sake,” he’s been saying to justify his inaction, but it’s so damn hard to see you this way, to pick up the pieces of your broken heart every time some asshole comes to break it.

His pretty girl is so strong, he thinks. You never run out of hope it seems, you always bounce back with a twinkle in your eye at the prospect of love. God, he could give you that. He thinks of it all the time. And yet, he hasn’t ever acted on it.

Maybe it’s because he thinks he’s doing you a favor by not, that a life of love with pro-hero Dynamight isn’t one that’s as glamorous as you deserve. Especially not with the media, the attention, the busy schedule, and everything else that comes along with committing yourself to a hero.

But it’s hard to think about all of that when you're right in front of him like this. And it’s even harder to think that all of those negatives outweigh the ones that have had you crying in his arms every week for the past month. He wouldn’t do that to you. You’d live a good life with him. God, why couldn’t he just suck it up and make up his mind?

Suddenly,

“Don’t go on another date.” He says.

“What?”

“Stay home. With me.”

“Oh..okay..”

“Will you let me take care of you?” He grumbles out, rushed and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

You nod in a way that gives him all the reassurance he could need. A yes that says it to everything. A yes that makes you remember why you started going on all of these dates in the first place. And now he was asking you. Was this even real?

You get your answer with the press of his lips against yours, slow and tender as you melt into it. He groans in response, shifting to hover over you but never separating.

“Mmffghh..Kats…”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“N-no..don’t..please.”

“Fuck, baby..” he curses under his breath. “I’ll make you feel good…I will, doll..trust me..”

Katsuki’s lips mouth sloppy kisses against your neck, wet and hot and accompanied by an occasional mark he sucks into your skin.

“Good girl..” he praises as your hands find home on his back. “Hold onto me, I gotcha’.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the way his hand sneaks down the front of your panties. Sure, the two of you were close—closer than roommates probably should be—but this was different. It was real.

“You with me, sweet girl?” He checks in, eyes flicking back up to your face.

At your response, he lets his hand travel lower. A thick finger slots itself between your folds, spreading your slick around while you squirm and hide your face from him.

“Mmm…there she is…” he praises, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “‘Gonna make her feel good, alright? ‘Gonna let me?”

He smiles watching you all bashful, pulling your hands back from your face as you squeak out a response for him.

“Yes, Kats..please.”

Katsuki’s finger dips into your wet hole, dragging the length of it against your walls as he urges you to not be so embarrassed, punctuating his words with the press of his thumb to your clit.

A leap of faith has him joining his hand down there, tugging your panties off in the same motion before he’s slipping his finger out and replacing it with his mouth, groaning into your sex like a man getting a fill of his most desired craving. His hands rest on your pelvis, stroking the skin there, never forgetting that he was doing this all for you. This was all about you.

“Mmmffghh…” “‘spent so long..lookin’ for someone to treat you right..” “‘didn’t have to go far at all..” He moans into your core, grinding his face against your pussy, his nose brushing your needy clit over and over again.

“Nnghh..K-Kats…oh god..!”

His next admission makes you blush, but you barely get a chance to process it before his tongue plunges into your hole, a sharp cry of his name leaving your throat as you tug on his hair.

“‘Would’ve done this months ago if ya’ called f’me..”

“Sh-shit!! Katsuki…’feels so good..!!” You whine, eyes squeezed shut while you keep on humping his face.

“There we go, beautiful, keep moaning my name, m’your guy now..”

A hand of his reaches up for one of yours, and with your squirmy pleasure-stricken movements you find him. Your fingers interlock, squeezing and rocking with your body as he squeezes intermittently. A wordless declaration of presence that blankets you in comfort.

Your thighs squeeze around his head, overcome with pleasure as you let your hips buck up against his face.

“Mmmphh…yeah..bury my face in this pussy..good girl..good fucking girl,”

You can hardly warn him before you cum, the only indication being the soft sputtering you do before you’re falling apart on his tongue. He groans into your cunt as you do, the vibrations tickling your core as a wave of pleasure washes over you. Katsuki’s hand grips yours tighter as he tongue-fucks you through it.

“Mmmffghh..good girl..’tastes so fucking good, baby.” he slurs out, dragging his tongue up your folds one last time before resting his head on your thigh, kissing the space between it and your mound, a gentle huff of contentment passing his lips, your other hand in his hair could almost lull him to sleep.

But, as much as he wants to stay down here, he knows it’s probably time for a conversation.

you put hair clips in shinsou's hair and he gets excited

w/c: 1.0k

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

Hitoshi is just so sweet, letting you sit in his lap and play with his hair. He’s got an arm fetched around your waist while you do it, his eyes trained across the room to the TV. You fiddle with the clips you’ve put in his hair, fingers brushing through his purple strands, the knots breaking with each gentle touch.

“I got these today.” You mumble, picking up a new pack of barrettes off the ground beside you, nails tapping at the packaging. You fiddle with the tape, and at the sight of you struggling he laughs softly, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Need help?” He says, low and smooth, before grabbing it out of your hands, making quick work to pop the zip ties apart. “Here.” he whispers, giving it back, one of his hands coming up to ruffle your hair.

“Thanks, ‘toshi.” You hum happily. He has to pretend the nickname doesn’t make his dick strain in his pants. “Mhm,” he replies, hugging you tighter to him. He shifts a little, and your legs fall to either side of him. He breathes in a breath.

He lets you play with him, make his hair a mess and move his face every which way to do so. He relishes in the sound of your amused huffs and giggles, the little movements of your hips against his sweats that only make him harder. 

The warm hands on your waist squeeze when you shift a certain way. Hitoshi’s head tilts back a little as his eyes glaze over and his breath hitches.

Oh.

“‘Toshi?” You hum, head cocked to the side curiously. “You okay?”

He chuckles as he looks back down. “I’m perfect, baby.” He pats your head. “You keep up, yeah?” He punctuates his words with a gentle press of his lips onto your hairline, other hand gripping your chin.

You listen so well, he thinks, watching as you nod and get back to his hair. “I like you pamperin’ me.” He mumbles teasingly. His lidded eyes catch the way you purse your lips, how your chin tilts down in embarrassment.

“Mmm…” he continues, purposefully coy. “M’thinking a few kisses maybe?”

He sighs at the feeling of your lips on him. You get to it so fast.

“Thank youuu.” He coos slyly, grinning at the way your smile feels against his neck before a sudden “C’mon. Up.” And your lips join together.

“Mmmphh…good girl..” Hitoshi praises, muffled through the mesh of your faces. His hands find your hips and he makes you rock, moaning into your mouth as you grind back on him.

“Yeahh…like that…” he pants into your mouth, hips rocking up to meet yours. “So perfect for me, yeah? Pampering me after my training?” He only grinds you down harder when you whine, nodding. “You know how horny it makes me seein’ my girl like this? Playing with my hair and you don’t even notice the wet spot on my pants? Movin’ on top of me like I’m not rock hard? Fuck…baby—” he coos, thumb brushing over your temple as he tilts up your face, hot and heavy. He sticks his thumb in your mouth, watching you take it, sucking. “You’re too unobservant for your own good, huh?”

“Nnnghh…! ‘Toshi…” “m-more…” you babble around his thumb, spit dribbling out of your mouth

He groans, breath hitching. “Oh yeah? More?” He asks, hips rutting up harder into you. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll get it…” “Cum in your pants for me first, then I’ll give it to you, m’kay?” “Cum like this for me and then I’ll stick my cock inside you.”

He comforts you through your whines, hands coming up to cup the sides of your head, thumbs rubbing at your temples as he shushes you. 

“Aghh…! I’m..fuck..!” You cry out. He groans as you toss your head back, humping you as you cum.

It’s not long before his sweats are pulled down, and he’s hissing at the feeling of the cool air on his leaky tip, glistening with pre. “Move those soaked little panties to the side, yeah sweet girl?” He coaxes, grabbing his cock and holding it up. He curses at the sight of you hovering, getting his cock even more wet as he slides it around your slick, nudging his tip between your folds and watching the way you squirm and yelp when he smacks it against your clit.

“Gonna make you feel good,” he mutters, before pushing straight in, pulling you down all the way, praising you as you take him all the way to the hilt.

“This pussy’s so fucking good…” he whispers, eyebrows scrunching as you start to bounce. “‘Wanted to fuck you this whole time—marking me with your cute little hair clips..you even know what your doing?” He’s rambling now, his patience run dry after all the time he spent holding back, hips ramming up into you.

“You’re so good at taking this dick, yeah? ‘S’all for you baby…no one else..” Shinsou’s hands grip your waist as your walls flutter around him, cursing.

“You like that? You like bein’ all fucked out for me?” He asks, fingers anchoring at your chin to keep you looking at him. “Pretty girl’s too dumb to respond?”

You nod, drool slipping from your wet mouth, whispers and gasps of incoherent pleasure meeting him in response.

“Mmffghh…hah..’toshi..” Hitoshi’s hand snakes downward before the rough calloused pads of his fingers are circling and rubbing at your puffy clit, egging you on.

“Shit, baby, you gonna cum? ‘Gonna gush all over your boyfriend’s big dick? Yeahhh…yeah…look at you…” he coos, his tongue coming to lick up your drool through wet kisses, thumb flicking up and down incessantly at your achy bundle.

With a sharp gasp and shaky moan you babble out his name, cumming hard as he fucks you through it.

“Fuck..fuck..! ‘Cumming..!” He groans, finishing with a final thrust, holding himself there as he spills into you, hot spurts of cum filling you up. “God…” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours. Hitoshi kisses your nose, sighing. “Perfect girl.”