#sub!mha

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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The classroom was silent, save for the faint scratch of your pen against the stack of hero ethics essays you were grading. The late hour painted the windows of UA High in inky black, the campus long deserted after the students had gone home. You liked working late, less interruptions, less noise. But tonight, there was one persistent thorn in your side that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Izuku Midoriya.

You could feel his stare burning into you from across the staff room. He was always there, lingering like a damn shadow, pretending to shuffle through his own paperwork while his emerald eyes flicked up to you every few seconds. It had been like this for months since you’d joined the faculty as a combat tactics instructor. Izuku, the ever-earnest heroics teacher, had latched onto you almost immediately. At first, it was subtle, little compliments on your teaching style, shy offers to carry your books or grab you coffee. Then it escalated. He started finding excuses to be near you, brushing against you in the hallway, stammering apologies while his cheeks flushed bright red. Now, it was outright shameless.

“Hey, um, Y/N-sensei,” his voice cut through the silence, soft but laced with a nervous edge that grated on your nerves. “D-Do you need help with those essays? I’m pretty much done with mine, and I thought—”

“No, Midoriya,” you snapped, not even looking up from your work. “I’ve got it handled. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

You heard him shuffle in his seat, the faintest whine escaping his lips. “I-I just thought… you’ve been working so hard, and I wanted to—”

“Stop.” Your tone was sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence. You finally glanced up, your eyes narrowing as they met his. Those damn eyes of his, wide, glistening with something between awe and hunger—always seemed to be pleading for something. “If I need help, I’ll ask for it. Sit down and finish whatever you’re pretending to do.”

His lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as he nodded quickly. “R-Right. Sorry, Y/N-sensei.” He ducked his head, but you didn’t miss the way his hands fidgeted under the desk, or the faint flush creeping up his neck. Pathetic. And yet, there was something about the way he looked at you, desperate, almost feral, that sent a prickle of heat down your spine.

You went back to your grading, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze. But it was impossible. Every few minutes, he’d shift in his seat, letting out a dramatic sigh or muttering something under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. “Gosh, it’s so late… I bet Y/N-sensei is exhausted… if only she’d let me help…”

Your pen stilled. That was the last straw.

“Midoriya,” you said, voice low and dangerous as you slammed the pen down on your desk. His head shot up, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “Get over here. Now.”

He scrambled to his feet so fast he nearly tripped over his chair, hurrying to stand in front of your desk. His hands were clasped in front of him, fingers twitching nervously, but you could see the way his thighs pressed together, the subtle bulge in his slacks that he was trying—and failing—to hide. “Y-Yes, Y/N-sensei?”

You stood slowly, rounding the desk until you were right in front of him. He was taller than you by a few inches, but the way he hunched his shoulders and avoided your gaze made him seem so much smaller. You reached out, grabbing his chin roughly and forcing his head up to meet your eyes. His breath hitched, a soft whimper slipping out as his face turned scarlet.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass all night,” you growled, your grip tightening just enough to make him wince. “Do you think I don’t notice you staring at me like some desperate little puppy? What do you want, huh? Spit it out.”

His lips trembled, eyes darting away before flickering back to yours, brimming with heat. “I-I just… I want to help you, Y/N-sensei. I… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m sorry, I know I’m annoying, but I—”

A sharp crack echoed through the room as your hand came down across his cheek, the slap ringing out in the silence. His head jerked to the side, a gasp tearing from his throat as his hand flew up to touch the reddening mark. But the way his eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide, told you everything you needed to know.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” you hissed, stepping closer until your bodies were nearly pressed together. “You don’t want to help. You want my attention. You want me to notice you. Well, guess what, Midoriya? You’ve got it. Now what?”

He swallowed hard, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he pouted, his voice trembling. “Y-You’re so mean, Y/N-sensei… I just wanted to be nice, and you… you hit me…”

“Oh, don’t start with the crocodile tears,” you snapped, grabbing a fistful of his messy green hair and yanking his head back. He yelped, his hands flailing for a moment before settling at his sides, trembling. “You love this, don’t you? Look at you, practically shaking with excitement. You’re disgusting.”

His cheeks burned even brighter, a shaky whine escaping as he squirmed under your grip. “N-No, I don’t… I don’t like it… you’re being too rough…” But his words lacked any conviction, especially when you noticed the way his hips twitched, the unmistakable hardness straining against his pants.

“Liar.” You let go of his hair, only to shove him backward. He stumbled, catching himself against the edge of a desk with a soft grunt. Before he could recover, you were on him again, spinning him around and bending him over the desk with a firm hand on his back. He gasped, hands gripping the edges as you pressed yourself against him, your voice hot in his ear. “You’ve been begging for this all night. Don’t pretend with me.”

“P-Please, Y/N-sensei,” he whimpered, his voice breaking as he pushed his hips back against you, just enough to feel the friction. “I-I didn’t mean to make you mad… I’ll be good, I promise…”

You smirked, pulling back just enough to bring your hand down hard on his ass. The sound of the slap was loud, and he cried out, his body jerking against the desk. “Good? You? Not a chance. You’re a needy little brat who doesn’t know when to quit. But that’s fine. I’ve got all night to teach you some manners.”

His breath came in short, ragged pants, and when you glanced at his face looking back at you, you saw the tears streaking down his cheeks, but his eyes were burning with something raw, something primal. He wanted more. Needed more. And fuck, if that didn’t stir something in you, too.

You grabbed his arm, yanking him up from the desk and shoving him against the wall. He hit it with a thud, a soft moan slipping out as his head tilted back, exposing the pale column of his throat. “Y-Y/N-sensei, please… I can’t… I can’t take it…”

“You’ll take whatever I give you,” you said, voice dripping with authority as you pressed a hand against his chest, pinning him in place. Your other hand slid down, brushing over the front of his slacks, and he jolted, a desperate whine escaping his lips. “Look at this. So hard already, just from a few slaps. You’re pathetic, Midoriya.”

He bit his lip, tears spilling over again as he shook his head. “N-No, I’m not… I don’t want this…” But the way his hips bucked into your touch told a different story. You smirked, letting your fingers trace over him, just light enough to make him squirm.

“Don’t lie to me,” you said, giving him a firm squeeze that had him gasping, his knees buckling slightly. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Me putting you in your place. Me making you cry. Tell me the truth, or I’ll stop right now.”

His eyes widened, a panicked look crossing his face as he shook his head frantically. “No, no, please don’t stop! I… I do want it. I’ve wanted it for so long, Y/N-sensei. I can’t stop thinking about you… about you being rough with me, punishing me. I’m sorry, I know I’m a mess, but please…”

There it was. The confession you’d been waiting for. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Good boy. That’s what I like to hear.”

The shudder that ran through him at your praise was visceral, his breath hitching as he melted under your touch. “T-Thank you, Y/N-sensei…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said, pulling back with a smirk. “We’re just getting started. I think you’ve earned yourself a little detention after hours. Let’s see how much you can take before you break.”

His eyes lit up, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in them as he nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes, Y/N-sensei. Whatever you want…”

loverboy!Izuku who just loves it when you boss him around. Of course, you only treat him with respect but when it hints to something more, it gets him going. You demand that he wears his green tie to work instead of his All Might tie? Say less, babe, he hands the fabric to you and lets you tie it around his neck (he doesn't comment on how you make it just a little too tight). He smiles at you, compliments your quick thinking on stylizing his work attire, and leaves it there. Any further and he'll only hope you pull him back from the threshold by said tie.

loverboy!Izuku who trembles from your morning voice, your breath grazing the shell of his ear. His scarred hands choose to grip the blanket tangling around you both instead of your soft flesh, knowing just how easily he can bruise you if he's not careful. He plays off his desire for you with a weak chuckle and a nose boop to your temple but God, he's replaying the moment when you slip out of bed naked and give him a show.

loverboy!Izuku who loves it when you take charge, when you know exactly what you want, how you want it, and how you expect him to give it to you. He pants and shakes when you greet him upon returning home with a silky robe and a riding crop in your dominant hand. He gulps harshly, green doe eyes zeroing in on the dangerously low parting of the fabric, the slight shimmering of your body lotion catching the light.

loverboy!sub!Izuku who flings his jacket, shoes, and work bag off to the side, grading papers be damned when you stand there demanding every ounce of his attention. He assumes his position, kneeling with his hands upturned on his thighs and eyes diverting to your feet. You're wearing that fucking anklet, the one with his initials dangling from the flimsy chain, and he takes a shaky breath to calm his body. You haven't even done anything yet and he's almost ready to burst.

loverboy!sub!Izuku who tries so hard to be good, to be a good boy for you, and keeps his eyes lowered on that anklet, watching the metal glint for every step you take toward him. You stop just before him, pressing the small leather flap on the end of the riding crop right onto the tent in his slacks. He sucks in a breath and grits his teeth, but he doesn't dare move. Oh no, he won't move, even when his brain screams at him to beg and grovel before your feet for anything more than the slight pressure on his swelling cock.

loverboy!sub!Izuku who almost cries when your free hand cups his chin and angles his head up, but you still haven't given permission yet. His neck bends a little too much, but his eyes stay low, now noticing the twinkling glitter on your partially exposed chest. You must have used that one lotion, the vanilla one, that's the only one he knows of that has glitter particles in it. You don't use it often but the sparkle suits you. You sparkled nonetheless in his eyes.

loverboy!sub!Izuku who whimpers when he hears you say "look at me, baby." His eyes, the ever brilliant emerald, are rimmed red but his pupils dilate comically large when he sees your face. You've accentuated your features tonight, now a bit sharper, a bit intimidating, a bit...predatory. Izuku loves being your prey, as proven from the bunny ear headband and fluffy tail tucked safely away in your 'treasure chest.'

loverboy!sub!Izuku who listens attentively to your voice, carving every word into his tendons. He will make for damn sure that you are satisfied tonight.

"Izu, honey, you're always so good for me, aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress, always," he gasps out, eyes fluttering when your hand on his chin travels to his messy curls.

"Mmm good," you hum, gently combing through the small tangles in his hair. He shuts his eyes at your ministrations, tense body relaxing in your hold like it always does.

Your hand leaves his hair and he almost whines, but no, Mistress doesn't like whiners so he keeps his mouth shut. His eyes however show his desperation. Eyebrows scrunch up and lips downturning a bit and you coo at him.

"Come along, pet. You know how," you order, turning away from him and sauntering off down the dim hallway.

Izuku swallows, mouth so dry he needs you to hydrate him, and he crawls, like how you trained him. He follows your steps and in you go to your shared bedroom. You've lit a few candles, the small light sources scattered on your nightstand, dresser, and window sill. Izuku smiles gently at the cozy, intimate atmosphere before resuming his task; servicing you.

You plop onto the edge of the bed, riding crop snapping at the empty space by your feet to summon your good boy. Izuku makes his way to the spot indicated and returns to his position again, waiting for your next instruction. You run the flexible end of your crop along his clothed cock, relishing in the hiss he emits from his lips.

"Off." That one word triggers a response like a sleeper agent and he begins to strip. He loosens his tie, the green one you adore, and is ready to toss it to the side before you bring out your hand. He obediently lays it in your palm and unbuttons his shirt next. The white fabric drops behind him and he puts his hands on his thighs, not sure if you want any more off.

Your eyes narrow at him and you flick the crop at his inner thighs, the smack eliciting a yelp. "Did I tell you stop?"

"N-no Mistress. You haven't given me permission to stand so I couldn't continue undressing," he explains quietly, fingers itching to rub at the welts forming under his pants.

You flick at the same spot again, a higher pitched yelp this time. "You playin' smart with me, pet? Think it's smart to assume what I do or don't want you to do?" Your tone bites at his heart, and he knows it's all for the scene, and he only hopes it will bring a big payoff. It's been a while since you've donned the Mistress.

"No Mistress. I'm sorry for assuming. I won't do it again." He plays his voice off to be meek but he's vibrating on the inside. He's so excited to see what you do next, even if he winds up racking up punishments.

You scoff at him and flick him a third time, this one higher up, the leather nearly grazing the tenting. He chokes back a moan but it's so hard when he's enjoying everything you do to him. He always does. "Just for that attitude, you're keeping your pants on. I don't want disobedient cock near me."

"Yes Mistress," he confirms, hanging his head low.

"Color, darling?" You check in, raising his chin to meet your gaze. Your eyes are so warm when they look into his like that.

"Green," he breathes out, "so fucking green." He's so drunk on your power and elegance, he's nearly drooling.

You smile. "Excellent." And back you go to your cold gaze and he bows his head.

"Bring your hands up," you say, placing your crop to the side and smoothing out the satin green tie.

He obeys, already pressing his wrists together to make it easier for you. You expertly wrap the fabric around, slipping two fingers underneath to make sure it won't cut off circulation. You smirk at him and decide to tease him.

"So now you're a good boy huh? Didn't think it took being bound by your own tie to make it happen."

He swallows and feels the heat on his cheeks spread to his ears. He nods to agree with you, hoping it will appease you. You ruffle his hair and scoot closer to the edge of the bed, your knees bracketing his strong shoulders.

Oh God, you're not wearing any panties under that luxurious robe and he barely steals a glance at your soft flesh. His eyes flick to yours and the intensity of your irises burn his skin. You look at him like...you're ready to devour him and it sends such a delicious chill down his spine. Your hands, softened from your favorite hand cream, undo the knot at the front and you slowly, teasingly, slide each sleeve off your shoulder. Izuku's lips part unwillingly but he's breathing so heavily and you turn him on so damn much, it's a wonder he's not asthmatic the way your body arrests all lung movement.

You bare your body to him, the yellow candlelight casting an ethereal glow and he swears you are an angel and a devil altogether. Such beauty and such grace with such a devious smirk and sharp tongue. His eyes can't stay in one place, they roam all over like he's seeing you for the first time. You lean back on your elbows and that bejeweled ankle hooks around his back, bringing him forward into you.

His bound hands reach up and grip the cascading blanket under you, balancing him and keeping him a hair's distance from your core. His tongue lolls out but a moment of clarity hits and he retreats the wet muscle, hoping you didn't catch his near slip-up. You do, of course, nothing slips by you.

"You're so good, you corrected yourself before I could punish you. Such a good pet for me, huh? You're my good boy, Izu." Your praise is music to his ears and he nods earnestly at your words.

"Put that mouth to good use, Izu, and I'll make sure you cum tonight," you promise breathlessly, the sight of the man before you weakening your resolve.

"Yes Mistress," he responds and he gets to work.

He presses his lips to your inner thighs, worshipping the skin and muscle and blemishes and he's in heaven. All his stress and worries evaporate from his mind and he only focuses on you, you, you. He leads his kisses up, up, up, until he reaches your clit. He glances up at you, pride surging through his veins at your half-lidded eyes and slack jaw and he kisses your clit with the utmost reverence and devotion he can summon.

The tip of his tongue flicks at the nub gently, kitten licking one of your favorite spots. Your head drops back and a moan rattles your vocal cords, the noise rousing his cock even more. He encloses his lips and sucks, the pressure catching you off guard and your hips jerk, pubic bone bonking his nose but he doesn't mind. He suckles at it, tasting you and cherishing how you trust him so intimately. He pushes his face forward and your folds touch his chin, your slick gliding down at an impressive rate.

He releases your clit from his lips and he presses more kisses into your soaking folds, pussy drunk on the strings that follow him. His tongue explores, going up and down one side before switching to the other, only to head north and generously rub at your engorged nub again. Your hands snake into his hair and pull, he groans into your flesh and the vibrations are a nice touch. Getting the hint that you want more from him, he pokes at your entrance and a particularly harsh tug at his curls forces him to extend all the way in to you.

You're so wet and aching for him, your walls pulse around his tongue and he's giddy. You always seem to be so happy when he touches you and your body doesn't lie. He presses up, feeling a slightly different texture and he abuses that spot continuously, your increasing louder moans and grunts spurring him on.

"Fuck Izu, you always...do this so well. S' good for me," you mumble, praises dripping off your divine lips and gracing his mortal ears. He whimpers and his hips buck up into nothing, cock straining and leaking uncontrollably.

"Touch yourself baby, touch yourself for me," you say breathlessly, nails scratching at his scalp but you know he doesn't mind. He quite likes it when you're rough with him.

You hear the clink of his belt and the teeth of a zipper undo and his moan of gratitude echoes into your core. His tongue hasn't stopped and now he's licking and sucking with a vengeance that borders obsessive. He loves being on his knees for you, especially when you allow him to drink you up with fervor.

His wrists bound together is not the most comfortable thing but he can't complain when you've given him permission. His hands wrap around his hardened length and he strokes, whining at the rapidly drying precum that scarcely lubricates him.

Your combined noises and shlick-shlick-shlick bounce off the walls and it's home in your little slice of paradise. You approach the cliff edge and you tumble, eyes rolling back and back arching off the mattress, singing into the night of how well you are loved.

Izuku slows his hands and his mouth, teetering close to the edge himself but you come first, you are always his priority. Your hands slacken in his hair and he opens his eyes, entranced at your bliss and relaxation. You take a few deep breaths and you push his head away from your core and he actually whines this time.

You laugh weakly and slowly sit up, chest heaving and legs quaking from your orgasm. "You're so good for me, and good boys deserve rewards. You deserve to cum in me."

Izuku's breath hitches, bound hands halting their pace on his cock. He hates edging himself but he'd do it in a heartbeat for you. You gingerly slide down to the floor and take off his restraints, softly rubbing at the red marks marring his skin. He tears up, lash line overflowing and he sniffles, overcome by your tender care and attention to his wellbeing.

Your eyes dart to his face, clocking the fresh tears trailing down his cheeks. You're alarmed and your hands cradle his face, left thumb brushing over the scar on his right cheek. Did you go too far? Was this too much?

"What's your color, baby? I need to know," you panic, checking for other signs of sub drop.

"Green. Still green, I promise," he croaks and a new batch of tears unleash.

"What's going on, are you alright?" You continue stroking his cheeks, scooting forward on your knees to get closer to him.

"I'm okay...I just love you so much. You always make sure I'm ok and comfortable and it makes me feel really good to be cared for like this," he shakily explains, keeping his eyes on your flushed face.

"Oh baby, of course I do. You're the most important thing in my life, I gotta make sure I take care of you." You bring his face forward and softly kiss his forehead, hoping your affection conveys just how deeply your love runs for the man.

"Let me take care of you, yeah? You deserve it," you rasp out, rising from your knees and sheathing yourself on his hard cock.

He chokes out a moan, hands gripping your waist and head leaning on your shoulder. He's still on his knees and he thinks this is perfect. His submission to you is willing and genuine and he will always hold you up above him, cradling you into his body. You slowly rock your hips, as does he, and his lust boils his blood and singes his nerve endings. He's so in love with you and he will do everything in his power to prove it.

He cums with a whine and heavy breaths, your slick and his cum getting him sticky but he does not give a shit. You are his one and only and he is your ride or die. Your bodies know each other, your emotions tangle like seaweed, and your hearts soar like birds of a feather. You are the shining jewel that bedazzles his smile, the ship that wades through stormy waters. And he would not trade it for anything.

loverboy!Izuku who gets cleaned up with you, soaking in the hot bath and nuzzling his nose into your hair. Incoherent mumbles of his passion and loyalty are whispered into the strands, only for your ears to hear. You wash him with your lavender body wash, loofah incredibly gentle going over all the scars on his arms, your lips sealing each patch of discolored skin with a kiss.

loverboy!Izuku who falls asleep with his head on your chest, arms curled into your waist. Your nails lightly scratch at his scalp and upper back, appreciating his physique delicately. You press kiss after kiss onto his forehead and scarred cheek, vowing to be the peace he deserves after all the hardships he's endured.

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Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.

So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.

You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.

"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.

"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"

He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."

He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.

Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.

"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence. 

You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"

His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."

You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"

"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.

"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.

Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him. 

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.

Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.

The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.

You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.

Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."

His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"

You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"

"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.

You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"

He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.

He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."

You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?

"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."

Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.

But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."

He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.

Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.

You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.

“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”

He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.

Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).

He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.

His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"

You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.

Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.

Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"

You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.

But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.

You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.

Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.

Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."

You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."

"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.

You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."

He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"

You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."

He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.

You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.

His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.

But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"

He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"

"Touch yourself."

He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.

You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."

Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.

He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"

You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."

He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.

You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.

"m gonna cum."

"Are you asking for permission?"

He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."

He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.

The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"

"Go ahead, kitty."

His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.

His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.

Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.

His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.

You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.

"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.

"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."

You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.

He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.

Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"

He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.