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shoto liked going to your place. usually it was a calm, dimly lit room in your mansion for him to practice not getting too excited and how to pace his energy instead of overexerting himself in one go. you'd take him to the back courtyard to let him train with his quirks and then back to what had basically become his room to sit in and calm down without triggering his hybrid instincts on accident.

the bunny was adorable, and you had to admit he had a strong quirk--one of the strongest you'd seen. but, it was those damned bunny instincts that got him in trouble.

when one of the top heroes in the country called you up asking for one of his kids to be transferred into your care from his last trainer for something more "mature" than his teen trainer, you obviously agreed. it wasn't by declining requests from high profile heroes that got you this mansion after all.

you watched videos of the bunny, analyzing all his faults and weaknesses to be able to break them down. most of your hybrid clients eventually developed your mansion as a safe space for them. it was your job to break them out of their habits and then, as a reward, they were allowed to feed into them in your home when their training was over. shoto was just too cute though--you couldn't help but let him feed into it every now and then.

the trainer he had during his adolescence was shit, you decided. because, your poor bunny always failed to get his instincts in check while you were sparring with him. he'd use all his energy fast and get tired quickly, or (despite his stoic demeanour) he'd get too excited and then end up fucking up his move or use too much of his quirk. part of you questioned if he got any training at all despite the ones listed in his file.

you leaned against one of the pillars at the top of the staircase leading to your front doors, arms crossed as you watched the familiar limo pull up around the curve before parking directly in front of your home.

a smile tugged on your lips as you watched the hero, tall, strong, with one fluffy bunny ear white as snow and the other red as an apple step out of the vehicle.

shoto looked up as he got to his feet, giving you a small wave, and polite, "hi y/n," as he went to the back to get his bags.

you waved back, "hello shoto." your eyes travelled along his entire body, down each muscle and area he'd be training later. they lingered a little too long on his ass, that cute little tail wiggling as he picked up his second bag from the trunk. what a gorgeous little thing.

your hand slipped to the small of his back as he approached you, guiding him into the grand doors of your estate, "patrol was good? no issues? or injuries?"

shoto nodded, shook his head, then shook his head again with soft hums accompanying each like a good boy. he always answered your questions so nicely, his hands both in front of him as he carried his bags towards his room, your hand right there to lead him. but this time, he was more twitchy. you glanced at his tail, it hadn't stopped wagging since he got there.

now that you were looking at him, you started to notice blaring warning signs: flushed cheeks, ears that never seemed to settle, shaky hands, a glazed look in his eyes. oh, no fucking way. the stars must have aligned for you, because it seemed like endeavour had sent his precious, favourite son to your estate while in heat. and did that ever send heat down your own body.

as shoto walked into his room, you didn’t miss the way he hesitated when leaving your touch. he put his bags onto the bed, fidgeting with his hands instead of opening them, like there was something inside he didn’t want you seeing.

"shoto." you called from the doorway, voice firm.

the bunny immediately snapped his head to look at you, cheeks flushing further if that was possible as he saw the way you were staring at him like you already knew there was sex toys in his bag. ones he had grabbed on his way out before his dad could see him snatch them from the birthday gift bag mina had gifted them in. it was a half-joke, but he had felt so empty and needy since morning.

"y-yes?" he asked. oh, the poor thing was worse off than you thought. his neutral, quiet demeanour was already crumbling and you hadn't even done anything to him.

you took slow steps into the room--the proximity and your gaze that never left him causing shoto to pout, his bottom lip jutting out like a dirty bunny who knew it was about to get caught. when you stopped, only a few feet away from him, you reached a hand out to cover his on the bag. "are you in heat?"

that caused shoto to actually crumble. his tail twitched anxiously and he opened his mouth a few times without actually saying anything until he settled on, "yeah..."

"awww, poor baby... how come your daddy didn’t let you stay home for the week?" you cooed, your hand moving to thread soft fingers through his hair, gently scratching his ears. your teeth bit your bottom lip to stop the groan threatening to come out after hearing him whine.

"he said the training is too important to miss. a-and that i should learn how to fight properly during my heat too... he says it's an excuse." shoto answered, pushing his head into your hand as his body screamed for more touch from one of the only people he really trusted.

you frowned at that, you'd always known endeavour was a hardass, but forcing a hybrid (bunny no less) to train during his heat was cruel. before your mouth could voice your concerns, your eyes caught gaze at the bag he had been shamefully trying to avoid you seeing the insides of and your curiosity made it first. with a nod, you asked, "what's in the bag?"

todoroki became even redder if that was possible, his ears tucking over his face to hide himself. "just my hero costume." he mumbled so quiet you wondered if his heat was making him shrink into a bunny too.

"shoto." you tilted your head, watching him with a fond gaze. he wasn't subtle at all, but he was so embarrassed. if endeavour really did see heats as just an excuse for hybrids to get special treatment, maybe shoto wasn't used to actually treating his. without anymore patience in you to remain curious, you leaned closer to whisper, "you know, only dirty bunnies hide things."

now it was shoto's tongue being bitten as he held back a whimper. his hands were clasping each other between the two of you. and god, did your professionalism leave the second he walked through your doors--not that you ever had much for him to begin with. but, could anyone blame you? japan's most promising rookie hero was in your mansion once a week, sweaty, tired, cute, and occasionally with an involuntary hard-on. it was only natural you do something about it. and even if they did blame you, being a private trainer meant no boss could fire you for staring a little too long or touching a little too high. plus, you were too good at your job for anyone to stop coming.

one of your hands squeezed his as it rested atop of his bag, urging him to open it, while the other hand moved down to sit on his neck, pulling a little shiver from the bunny. "will you open it for me, shoto?"

your question, with your voice so low and smooth, made todoroki crumble. he had shame, of course, but you were also his trainer that he was supposed to obey. and dear god, did he ever want to obey you right now if it meant you'd keep touching his overheated skin.

he turned away from you, slowly unzipping the bag with shaky hands while his bunny ears gradually peeled away from his face just in time for you to see his bright red cheeks as the vibrating dildo came into view.

"i didn’t buy it for myself. mina got it as some joke for my birthday-" he started to immediately defend himself, not even daring to glance at your reaction for fear of you seeing him as nothing but a dirty bunny sneaking sex toys into your home.

"shh, it's okay. it's a good one. have you used it yet?" you asked calmly, voice so void of judgement it made his skin heat up further--and not from embarrassment this time.

somehow, answering that question made him feel more vulnerable than you seeing the toy itself. "no." he whispered, voice already breathy as his heat-addled mind provided images of your hands pushing it inside him.

shoto shook from the imaginary feelings of the vibrations pushing through his body. his stupid heat that his dad had brushed off that morning was making him whimper and lean closer to you with the whispered plea of, "can i?" like you were in charge of his pleasure, and fuck, did that do something to you.

"of course, sweetheart. you can use it alllll night." you replied, turning him around to make him face you in your arms again.

endeavour could be an asshole, you could hate him all you wanted for how bitchy he was during progress meetings, but you'd give him a million dollars as thanks for giving you his gorgeous son. his gorgeous son who was staring at your lips like he'd start crying if he couldn't kiss them soon.

"really?" he asked for confirmation. he couldn't believe someone was giving him space to experience his heat fully, and help him with it. when you nodded, your hands going to hold his pretty face, he lost the rest of his shame and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours like a desperate man.

the two of you kissed with the same feverish urgency by the time a few minutes passed. he tried to pull you to the bed, hands shaking half from hesitancy and half from desperation, but you prolonged his torture by making him stay standing with his lips on yours.

todoroki whined, uncertain fingers pulling at the fabric of your shirt and pants like he'd die if you didn’t fuck him soon, which--judging by the tent in his pants and the heat of his skin--you were starting to think he might.

that was how japan's most promising ended up on your lap, fucking himself hard and fast on your dick. he had skipped your fingers, begging you to fill him up with the big thing instead of making him work his way up. even though he should have been a tight little virgin, his hole easily accepted your intrusion, stretching around you with the slick he had practically been dripping. after immediately sitting flush against your hips, he began bouncing himself up and down without much coordination.

you groaned, hands gripping his hips to pull him down to a stop when he came for the second time. "alright, that's enough."

your mumble caused shoto to whine loud, the debauched noise tearing through the usually stoic hero. "no, no! please! please, i need more~." he begged, rolling his hips against you even as you tried to hold him still. his aching hole needed more fucking, he needed to feel you hitting his prostate more or he would go insane--he was sure of it. his ass dripped around your shaft from slick, rolling down to your thighs.

your hands tightened and you rolled him onto his back, hovering above him with your hands moving to his waist. shoto shook violently as he felt your cock slip out of his warm, welcoming hole. "y/n, please~..." he pleaded.

"baby, i'm still here. i just changed positions." you assured him as you slid back into his fluttering entrance, making the poor little bunny moan. "my poor bunny..."

todoroki whimpered as you cooed at him, his ears twitching while his tail tried to wag beneath him. "t-thank you." he moaned when you bottomed out, tip pressed right up against his bruised prostate.

"of course, sweetheart. you're too cute to say no to, i have half the mind to keep you here on a cute little leash." you replied, only half teasing as you began to slowly thrust into him, his hips wiggling back against you in an attempt to feel you deeper.

his eyes rolled back at your words. him, a rich, successful, strong hero, reduced to being your little bunny on a red leash and white collar. it brought him embarrassingly close to summing. he'd blame it on the heat in the morning, if he wasn't already in a collar tied to your bed frame by then. "please do that... just keep fucking me forever."

you were convinced he knew what he was doing. there was no doubt in your mind that somewhere in that heat-addled mind, todoroki knew he was saying the right things to make you thrust into him hard and fast until his back was arching off the bed. just to be mean, and make it clear you knew what he was up to, you reached a hand down and grasped the pink rabbit vibrator.

the sight of it made you chuckle, "rabbit for a bunny, huh? that's so slutty of you, cutie." you flicked on the toy, feeling it start vibrating in your hand.

as if knowing what was coming despite how foggy his brain was, shoto's body trembled in anticipation and fear for the impending pleasure. when you pressed it against his tip, he let out a scream, hands darting out to wrap around your shoulders and pull you flush against him. "t-too m-much..." he shook out, dick already leaking more precum despite having just orgasmed moments prior.

"oh, bunny..." you cooed, brushing the hair out of his sweaty face with your free hand while your other tormented his red dick with his toy. "i told you you could use it all night." you leaned in closer to whisper, "and we're gonna use it alllll night."

another squirt of cum hit your stomach, but the way his ass clenched around you, making sure you stayed inside, told you he wasn't done. even if he was starting to cry into your neck between nibbles and gentle sucking to your skin.

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Tell them to sit? They'll sit mere seconds later, looking up at you for your next command. Tell them to make you feel good? They'll make you cum as if their life depends on it. You're gonna have to yank their hair so that they don't overstimulate you, making them whimper at the pain as they look up at you with sad puppy eyes, asking you what they did wrong.

They're so desperate to please you that they'll hack into your phone to search your search/porn history for stuff that you want to do to them but haven't asked yet. It's not like you haven't caught them doing so either.

You like pet play? You find them in your room with nothing but a collar around their neck, a leash that's connected to said collar on the floor in front of you as if its beckoning you to grab it, a pair of cat/bunny/dog ears on their head that looks so real that its as if they're actually connected to his head, and- oh? whats that buzzing? Turns out that they put in a tail vibrator in themself too! what a surprise! How about you call them a good boy and fuck him until he can't think anymore as a reward? Watch as he mewls like a slut when you take out the vibrator before pushing it back in him.

What about bondage? Well you'll find them tied up oh so prettily on your bed with some red rope that compliments their skin so well. They'll already be prepped, of course, not wanting to waste time on it so that you'll fuck them quicker. Maybe they'll even have a blindfold on which will heighten his other senses. So how about you touch him all over so that he begs for you to just fuck him already. Don't listen to him though, just continue teasing him until he's soaked the blindfold with his tears and as his dick leaks out pre-cum, desperately humping the air to seek any friction. what a slut!

Turn them into such a mess that all they can think about is the way your strap/dick is hitting all the right spots in him as they lay there taking it all so well. Make him scream out in pleasure, the sounds filling the room which would surely end with an angry complaint from your neighbors complaining about the noises the following day. But he doesn't 't care, why would they when you're fucking him so well?

They're so horny that they're willing to tease you in public just so you would punish them. With some friends and he tagged along? He'll innocently grab your hand to place it on the bulge in his pants, making you widen your eyes and glare at him before he reaches forward to grab something. This makes his shirt ride up which just barely shows the pair of lace panties he's wearing underneath that are peeking out from his pants. How about you drag him to the bathroom and finger him until he cums, a hand on his mouth to silence his loud moans, hm?

About to leave the house to go somewhere with a friend? He'll say goodbye to you wearing the sluttiest outfit right when you're about to exit the door, his ass practically out and dick bulging against the fabric. You can't resist how good they look so you quickly text your friend that you have to cancel and to meet up another time before shaking off your belongings and rushing towards him with hunger in your eyes. Sure you feel bad for your friend but thats the last thing on your mind, the outfit on your yandere being the only thing that you're thinking about at the moment. The way you're looking at him makes them feel so small as if they're the prey and you're the predator but oh do they love it so much.

You know their antics are just to rile you up but you can't ignore them, not when you want to make them scream your name so bad and make them cry from pleasure. It's not your fault, really.

It's not like they're complaining either. They'll gladly get on all fours and present their lubed up ass to you the moment you tell them to. They'll turn their head back to look at you with eyes that absolutely begs you to ruin them. They're just a mere toy for you to use for your own pleasure after all.

Do whatever to them, they'll take it all like a good boy. Leave marks on him so that he can be reminded of the previous night, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he gets hard again. He'll stare at them in the mirror, heading tilting up to look at the small bruise around his neck from your choking. The red mark on his waist is obvious, reminding him of just how hard you gripped it to fuck him even deeper and faster.

Everything you do just makes them even more obsessed with you but you don't mind. After all, you're just as obsessed with them as they are with you.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?

the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?

"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."

the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.

dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"

you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!

the doorknob turns.

he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.

"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.

you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."

he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.

you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.

"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.

"it's yours too." he mumbles.

you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.

on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,

Bakugou couldn't help but squirm on the bed, his hands gripping the bedsheets, his hips swaying as he wasn't sure if he wanted (M/n)'s pounding to stop or to keep going. And (M/n) was getting annoyed at the way Bakugou's just kept moving around.

He groaned, tracing his hand up Bakugou's back, keeping a tight grip on his hips, "Stay still, don't move your hips," a deep thrust inside him made Bakugou cry out (M/n)'s name, burying his face in his pillow, his eyes opened wide, tears falling down his face.

"Stop, (M/n)... I c-can't an-anymore..." Bakugou's body quivered, glancing over his shoulder, "Please, I... I can't keep g-going," slowing down the movement of his hips, (M/n) leaned down, pressing his chest against Bakugou's back, making the blond whimper at the feeling of every inch of (M/n)'s throbbing cock inside him.

Gently moving his hair away from his face, wiping away some of the tears on his cheeks.

"Do you need to use your safeword, darling?" He whispered in a teasing voice next to Bakugou's ear, hearing him whining softly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Bakugou started shaking his head in response, grinding his hips back to get more stimulation, "I can... keep going, I'll... I'll never get en-enough of your cock~"

Humming and placing a kiss on his temple, (M/n) resumed his thrusts, hitting deep inside him, that place that he liked more than having his prostate stimulated, "That's my good puppy."

•••

Shindo Yo

It was late at night when Shindo got back to the Ketsubutsu's dorm, he was feeling particularly tired, but there was school the next day, so he had to get back to his room.

But before he did, he wanted to drop by (M/n)'s room. They weren't exactly dating since Shindo has recently broken up with his girlfriend and he was getting used to being with a guy, he just wanted to say good night and maybe, just maybe, spend the night there with him, feeling a little giddy at the idea of sleeping together on the same bed.

When he got there, not even for a second, the thought of knocking appeared in his mind, he just opened the door, almost instantly feeling his whole body heating up with embarrassment.

(M/n) had been masturbating, biting his shirt to hold back his moans and grunts, and the sudden sound of his door creaking open made him look up, his shirt rolling to cover his exposed torso. Standing by the open door was Shindo, the guy he's had a crush on since they met and were currently in some type of relationship. Despite feeling a bit ashamed, (M/n) noticed the flustered expression on the black-haired male's face, and he smirked, releasing his cock from his grip and leaning back on his hands, his erected cock in full display for Shindo to see.

"Won't you help me? Please?" He asked quietly, his cock twitching when Shindo took a step inside his room and closed the door behind him.

Climbing on the bed, Shindo knelt in between (M/n)'s legs, sitting on his heels and hesitantly stroking (M/n)'s cock with his fingers tips, it was merely a grace, before wrapping his hand around it, rubbing it up and down.

Shindo heard (M/n)'s heavy breaths, noticing how the (h/c) haired male's hips slightly thrust up looking for more stimulation and he looked away, feeling his cock getting harder inside his underwear, and (M/n) how Shindo avoided looking at him, his shifting everywhere in the dark room except for him, well he did occasionally glanced at this cock... But (M/n) realized he was nervous about the current situation they were in.

Leaning closer, (M/n) touched Shindo's cheek, making him look at him and showing him a smile, "Shh, just look at me baby," he said before kissing him, Shindo's mouth opening, easily accepting his tongue.

Shindo had to close his eyes tightly shut, his body trembling as he rubbed his thighs together, feeling like he was about to cum just by the way (M/n) was kissing him.

He had no idea that a kiss could make him feel that way, so close to cumming... the kiss may even give him one of the best orgasms he's ever experienced, his face heating up into a dark red color, tears gathering in his eyes as he struggled to keep himself from cumming like a virgin teenager.

Well, it didn't really work.

As (M/n) deepened the kiss, he was pushed back, laying on the bed with (M/n) on top of him, his hand letting go of the other's erection to pull on his shirt, spreading his legs to let (M/n) in between them. With their bodies so close, Shindo felt (M/n)'s cock grinding against his for less than a second. Arching his back off the bed, Shindo's moans broke their kiss, his body shaking at the orgasm the had, his mouth wide open, drool dripping down the corner of his lips, turning his face to press it against the sheets, wetting it with every drop of his drool.

"Oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere," (M/n) held Shindo's body and sat him on his lap, moving his hair away and staring at his expression, wiping the drool off his chin as it started dripping down to his neck. "Why don't stay the night? Let me help you."