꒰ sex ban for the mha boys 🙂↕️ ꒱ྀི
— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”
you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.
“you said one more,” you cry.
“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”
you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.
izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”
you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”
he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”
his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”
“what if i cry a little?”
now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.
— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”
you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”
you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”
he grins. “you told me to.”
“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”
he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”
“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”
his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”
“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”
he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”
now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.
— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”
he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”
aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”
“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”
he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”
“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”
he raises a brow. “is that so?”
“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”
now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.
— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”
you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.
shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”
you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”
his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”
“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”
he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”
you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”
he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”
“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”
now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.
— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”
you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.
you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”
he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”
he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”
you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”
he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”
you kick him weakly. “i will die.”
now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.
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