Yonn

Then one day he notices that a new bakery had opened up a few blocks away from his agency and he decided to check it out.

The bell chimed and he was immediately greeted with the pleasant smell of freshly baked bread. His tummy rumbled rather loudly—he’d forgone breakfast this morning and was now regretting the decision. Soft pink dusted his cheeks and only darkened when he heard a soft giggle.

Red eyes snapped to wear you stood behind the counter and it was like someone punched him straight in the chest. Gorgeous eyes and glossy lips with beautiful curls that framed your face. Your outfit— a simple white tank was tucked into high waisted jeans and paired with a loose cardigan— settled against your curves perfectly. God—you were stunning.

“ Well butter me and call me a biscuit” you purred, voice melodic and syrupy sweet, “if it isn’t one of Japan’s finest. What brings you in this mornin’, Mr.Riot?”

His mouth went dry; he found himself opening and closing it like a fish. You tilted your to the side, eyeing him in a curious manner.

“You alright there, sugar ? You look a lil’ pink ?” You grinned, leaning forward on the counter and inadvertently flashing him your cleavage. The plump mounds looked so soft and doughy like the confectionery treats displayed in the case. “My eyes are up here, honey”.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He immediately started bowing and muttering apologies. If he could’ve sunk into the floor he would’ve but the soft sound of your laughter soothed him enough to meet your gaze again.

“Relax, hun. It’s fine. M’just teasin’” your hand now rested on your hip and he wanted nothing more to cover it with his own. He quickly shook off the thought and licked his lips before he spoke.

“H-hi” his voice cracked and he literally wanted to ram his head against the wall. He could just imagine his friends mocking him for making a fool of himself but nothing but kindness radiated from your smile. It made him smile too—flashing a big shark toothed grin that made you arch your brow in a pleased manner. “Hi, I’m— another loud rumble from his tummy cut him off making him deflate a bit.

“Hungry” you finished with a wink, tying an apron around your waist you gestured to one of the tables that still had the chairs stacked on top. “I don’t open for another hour, but if you can help me with those chairs then I’m sure to make you sumthin’ special”.

He nodded quickly. Immediately setting the place up in record time. You couldn’t help but giggle at his eagerness. Sitting obediently in the small cafe chair in a puppy-like manner that was far too cute for such a large man.

“ here ‘ya go, love” you coo, and he swears his heart flips with each little pet name.

A giant stack of American style pancakes with fresh strawberry purée and powdered sugar is placed in front of the sturdy hero. “ a big stack of hot cakes for my big helper” you wink, and saunter off behind the counter.

From then on he was hooked.

He came in every morning after to help you set up and get rewarded with a sweet treat. Conversation got easier once he got used to your beauty. Yes, he still inwardly swooned whenever you flashed a radiant smile but at least he was no longer a babbling mess.

With the urging of his friends he finally asked you out on a date and much to his surprise you actually said yes! He was super nervous and sweaty pulling up to your house that night only to be grounded by your small hands on his cheeks willing him to calm down. And after an amazing night out he was further blessed with the feeling of your plush lips on his.

Months of sweet kisses and lingering touches eventually leads to a steamy make out session in the pro hero’s living room. Manicured fingers scratch at his scalp and tug at his strands. Hot, open mouth kisses trail the column of his neck making him whine and rut against your core. His fingers bruise your hips from the force of his grip. Eijiro’s eyes are clenched shut, silently praying that he won’t cum in his pants from a little dry humping.

You pulled back to look at his eyes— glassy and blown wide. “doin’ alright, baby? wan’ me to stop?” You coo, tucking your lip between your teeth at the sight of him. Eijiro literally whimpers.

“no no no, baby need you. need so much. please don’t stop, want it so bad, can’t wait , gotta feel you sweetheart, mmph—

You cut him off with another passionate kiss, leaving him breathless and reeling.

“you want some pussy, baby?” you whisper in his ear, tongue darting out to trace the shell. His eyes literally roll to the back of his head and hips thrusts with such force that you would’ve fallen backwards if not for his death grip.

“please , princess. gimmee, that pussy baby. i need it. can’t wait , i love you so much baby , please”.

You make quick work of your clothes and now you’re spread wide on Eijiro’s living room floor with two of his thick fingers scissoring inside your spongy cunt. What he lacks in experience he makes up with enthusiasm, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking wildly. He moans into your heat, cock weeping on the hardwood floor with each involuntary thrust of his hips. He’s desperate to make you cum. Knowing that you’ll need to be good and malleable for his cock. And when you finally cum Kirishima swears that his dick would explode. Be it the pornographic moan or the perfect arch there were hearts in his eyes.

God— he’s desperate by the time you’re cognizant enough to climb on top and start sinking down. And even though you’re the one that’s being torn apart you’re sure to praise him. Tell him that’s he’s so good for you. So big. So manly. Tell him that’s he’s beautiful and fills your pussy perfectly. And fucking hell, he’s not even halfway in , when your chest starts to get tight and your knees shake. Kirishima’s so gone at this point that he can only whine your name. Big hands spreading your ass cheeks and urging your to take more of his cock.

It hurts so fucking much but it feels so fucking good.

There’s already a creamy white ring coating his cock by the time he’s bottomed out. Searing pleasure shoots up his veins as he’s fully engulfed in your delicious heat. Kirishima sees god in this moment. This is why he’s a hero. This is what he’s fighting for . This is why he needs to keep the world safe—so your pretty little pussy can suck him in every night for the rest of his life.

Neither of you will last at this point. It’s silently understood. He’s thrusting shallow and you’re doing your best to bounce but it’s a fucking struggle. And even at this slow pace, he’s drooling. He can’t get enough of you and your body. His hands are everywhere, mapping out each stretch mark and grabbing every roll. And fuck if your any better, mewling his name and sucking on his tongue. And before you know it you’re cumming in unison with your spongey walls milking him for every last drop of spunk.

The cool air of fall brushes against Y/n’s cheek as she strolled along the sidewalk.  The smell of warm spices hugs her as she pulls open the door to the bookshop and steps in. The gentle chime of the bell alerts the black-haired woman at the front cash register. “Hello dear, I knew you would stop by today.” She says with a small, charming smile.  “Madam Midnight you say that every time you see me,” Y/n says through a soft giggle watching the older women dance from the other side of the counter to the music playing in the background. 

“That’s because I can sense you, Dear…  Those powers of yours are growing…” she says casually, swishing her hips back and forth. Your eyes follow the length of her silhouette. No matter how many times you’ve been around Midnight, you always find yourself captured by her beauty.  Donned her usually black-on-black attire. The paleness of her skin almost glows against the dark material.   “Midnight, I am not a witch, we’ve gone through this before. And you knew I was coming because I work here… and you made my schedule.” You pull the beanie from your head to release your kinky coils.  “Just because you’re unaware of something doesn’t mean it’s any less true, silly.”  She voices as you slip off the fuzzy hoodie you previously clung to in the early afternoon breeze.

This is always the silly debate you find yourself in with her. Madam Midnight is well-versed in the world of the occult.  You on the other hand are just a girl who happens to find the “supernatural” fascinating. You think it’s more of something to entertain the minds of those who think too highly to follow a normal religion.  “Midnight, the most witchy thing about me is this bookshop.”   Midnight rotating hips stop before she turns to face you fully.  The tall Five’ eleven woman walks closer before halting a few inches away from your still frame. Her blue eyes search your face before she let out a big breath.  “What’s wrong?” she asks abruptly.

You sigh heavily and break away from her intense gaze.  She is so damn observant. 

“Nothing really,” Her eyebrows lift in suspicion of your lie. “Well... I bumped into my ex on the way here, I saw him and froze, then ran in the other direction. I hate that even after months I get choked up. It’s not even with sadness it’s just anger… so much anger.”  You admit through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.  

“You need to release that hold he has on you.” Midnight grabs your hand and pulls you to follow her to the back of the shop behind the door to her office.

The decor of her office matches her very big personality perfectly dark stained wooden furniture that was simple but looked too luxurious to touch. “What are we doing?”

“I know you refuse to believe in your natural born gifts and are dead set on being a normal girl, even though that’s boring as hell.  But you are going to burn some herbs with me, just a little something to help with all these emotions you keep bottled up.”  She says pulling out an incense bowl and placing it on her desk.  She pushes you into the leather chair as she walks around and begins collecting different herbs, vials, and crystals.  

“What’s that?” You ask pointing to the deep amber vials of liquid. She smiles and hands you one. The glass is cold to the touch.  “Snow water.”   You read aloud. Midnight watches your brow raise in a questioning fashion.  “Snow water is good for transformation and balance. I’m going to mix it with some Well water because that’s great for healing and wishes-” you listened to her speak so highly about the water in the vials. Her voice had a tinge of pride in it as her face lit up with her explanation.

 An unexpected laugh from you causes her face hardens slightly. “It’s just water Midnight…”

“It’s not, …it’s power, water is one of the most powerful elements that exist. It can clean wounds and aid in healing. We are sixty percent of water, but too much of it can kill us. Water can bring on life or lead to death.” she says curtly before grabbing the bottle back and pouring it into an ashy pink crystal bowl that you recognized as rose quartz.  You watch as the liquids go in one by one, and she follows up by sprinkling in various dust that you didn’t have time to catalog to memory. “Use your pointer finger and stir this clockwise.” Midnight demands pushing the bowl closer to you.   Usually, you would come up with something witty to say but this time you just followed her instruction. The water was cold, much colder than it should be for being left in a room without refrigeration. 

Midnight piles herbs and spices into the incense bowl, mumbling words into her hand before releasing them from her grasp. “Perfect, just take liquid and rub some on the top of your head, nape, chest, and hands.”   Your hands brushed over the areas swiftly. Then as you rub your hands together last, a cloud of smoke begins to flow out from the bowl.  “Relax.” Midnight circles your head three times with the bowl then down the length of your seated body making sure to push it into your face.  “Breath deep, dear… let all that negative energy out.”  She smiles and sets the burning herbs down. “How do you feel?”

 You inhaled deeply and the scent was amazing.  The dancing smoke smelled warm and earthy, with the slightest hint of floral and citrus layered in the more you wafted.   “That smells so good Midnight. It smells like this stuff my grandma would burn on the stove every Sunday while she was cleaning.”  You notice a slight tug on the corner of Midnight’s lips. But don’t ask the reasoning behind it.  “Interesting… stay in here for a few minutes. Let the herbs do the work… you should feel light and less stressed.”

“Don’t tell me that Marijuana is mixed in there.” You joke light-heartedly. Already feeling the effects, the robust herbs are having on your body.  “Not this time, Dear.” Midnight sings as she closes the door behind her.

Alone in the room, you close your eyes and listen to the sound of the soft crackling of the leaves and stems withering away.

…I just don’t feel that way about you anymore Y/n.

 It doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends… with benefits…

… we can still have fun together, Sweetheart.

“Fuck, Y/n, I missed you so much… you feel so fucking good.”

Intrusive thoughts begin making their way into your mind.   Slowly you remember the last time you were with your Ex. His breath smelled of cheap bourbon; his eyes glazed as he wobbled back and forth trying to keep his balance, as he stood in your doorway, begging to come in just so he could get his rocks off.   Silly you, falling for it every time you looked into those dreamy eyes. You let him in just for him to pound into you for forty-three seconds and cum himself into a coma-like state until the next morning.  

“Dumb fuck couldn’t even make me cum half the time... Stupid men, stupid girl… stupid fucking herbs aren’t working.”   You huff out and begin grabbing some of the left-over ingredients and throwing them into the bowl without any rhyme or reason.  “One day… I’ll have everything desire OWW- 

A sharp prick in your finger makes you drop one of the bottles.  Peering down at your finger you watch as blood drips from your wounded tip.  “Shit.”

 You move quickly looking for the first aid kit. Scrambling from the room without noticing the smoke growing at a rapid rate.   The smoke became thicker and slowly changed from light grey to an angry black cloud.   

“What the fuck!” You scream grabbing Midnight’s attention as she sees you running back to her office with a fire extinguisher.   You panic thinking you may have destroyed the office. Maybe knocking over a candle or the burning herbs causing something to catch fire. The room was now almost completely occupied with the black smoke… “Y/n  get out of there now .”   Midnight says in a loud stern voice laced with worry. This takes you by surprise and you turn to see her rushing in your direction just as the door slams shut separating the two of you.

“MIDNIGHT.”  You scream dropping the fire extinguisher.

What the fuck was that?

A low rumbling noise fills the space…

 Your back tingles and you become hyper-aware of another presence in the room. A large shadow seemed to move through the blanket of smoke. You find yourself tiptoeing in a circle trying to catch a glimpse of the figure absentmindedly backing yourself into a wall. Your eyes frantically move back and forth desperately before they spot something.

Glowing orbs fixated on you from the other side of the room. 

Eyes… Red Eyes

The outlined figure stood at least six’ five with a medium to large build.   The luminescent scarlet bulbs begin to move in closer, and your chest rises and falls with your elevated breathing. 

 The figure hesitates for a mere second before stepping out of the smoke revealing a man.  A man with smooth tan skin and a rich olive undertone makes him look kissed by the sun even in the fall weather.  Pellets of sweat beaded across his exposed muscle only highlighting the definition of his perfectly sculpted physique.  Your mouth runs dry, and you feel the last of the silva dissipate from the back of your throat.

 With widened brown eyes you stare up at him. Dark ribbons of hair fall to his shoulders. With cinched brows, he looks down at you with an unreadable expression.

“Are you the one that freed me…Little Witch?”  He opens his mouth and speaks slowly; his voice is more intimidating than his looks, Deep and strong like a thumping bass and your heart skipped as a reaction.  You don’t answer slightly out of fear but also due to pure ignorance. You have no idea what is going on.

It must be her.   He thinks to himself. The man steps closer to you hovering over your trembling frame.  And bend down closer only inches away from your face.  “I asked you a question… Are you the one that freed me?” he says in a lighter tone not wanting to scare you.  He takes in your appearance.  You are so much smaller than him. Your smooth brown skin looked delicate and inviting to his taste buds.

Finally, you nod your head. You didn’t think about it. You just did, because somehow something inside you knew that you indeed freed this man from wherever he may have been.  

“Y/N.” your name is yelled from the other side of the door just as a loud snapping of wood crashes against your eardrum. The door flies off the hinges into smaller pieces and Midnight rushes in.

“HOLY SHIT!” She screeches taking in the sight before her.  You are pressed against the wall with a look of fear, and confusion; Whilst a naked man hovers over you.  Although fully aware that the intimidating being before her was a strong demonic creature, she didn’t sense any malevolence coming from his aura.  “Y/n step away from the naked demon.”  She says reaching her hand out towards you. 

“Naked?” you question as your head turns back to the red-eyed man. It hadn’t registered to you before, but the details of his skin and body were on full display due to the lack of clothing. Your eyes wandered down from his broad shoulders and lingered at his defined pectorals, before creeping lower to the chiseled abs.  A perfectly carved V temped you to follow the decline, but you willed yourself away. “Demon?”

 You step and tumble away from the wall to Midnight’s side. “State your business fiend.” Midnight says as she puffs her chest out.  “I think that’s something I should be asking you… since I was summoned here…”  He looks from Midnight back to you not wanting to look away too long. His eyes canvased your body and he had to fight not to drool.

 You watch as Midnight’s shoulders drop, and her gaze finds you. “Y/n what happened?”

“I-… but… I don’t know… I was sitting inhaling the stupid smoke as you said. But I started to overthink and get shitty thoughts. So, I figured I’d throw a few more in, which I did then the stupid crystal sliced my finger, and I dropped a vial.” you held up your finger displaying the cut.  

A chuckle from the man’s lips is unexpected; you watch as his smile grows wider, and he releases a boisterous laugh. “Not only did you blood summon me, but you managed to also break the curse that held me captive. And all by a mistake…? Oh, My Little Witch, you are powerful indeed." Your brows pull together and your lips form into a pout. “Midnight, help me. What can I do to send him back?  I didn’t mean to do whatever I did.”

“Oh honey, you are not going to like this… Once a demon has been summoned by blood. They become tethered to you.  There is no sending him back… I should know… I’ve been stuck with Mike for sixteen years now."

“Wait, your husband is a demon?”

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You traveled in silence on the way to your apartment.   Midnight shut the shop down to assist you with your little problem. For three hours you sat watching her mouth move as she tried to explain in further detail, but your brain couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of her words.  During that time, you learned the demon’s name is Shouta.  He had been locked away due to a curse from a witch whose heart he had broken over fifty years ago.   You came to the inevitable conclusion that you were in fact a witch and worst of all, you are now bound to an immortal creature.

“Come in.”  You push open the steel door of your apartment and stepped over the threshold with Shouta following your lead.  You escort him around your apartment showing him where everything was. “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.” You speak trying to avoid eye contact with him. Every time you look into his eyes your body reacts in ways you can’t explain.

 You desperately needed to get away from him and assess your thoughts. Too many emotions were present. But the loudest is lust… Since laying eyes on Shouta, a wave of lust washed over you.  It felt uncomfortable being in your own skin.   You wanted to touch him to find comfort in his embrace like you knew his hands would be your salvation. “It’s the mating fever, the water won’t make it go away. This isn’t something you can just wash off like a patch of dirt.”   You jump and nearly slip on the tiled floor of the shower. But a large arm loop around your waist keeps you steady.  “Sh-Shouta what are you doing in here?” you asked surprised that you didn’t hear him come in.  “You said we were getting ready for bed.”  You watch his tongue swipe over his bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth. The sight alone sent a flutter between your legs.

“I said I was. You can’t be in here.” You place your hand on his chest to push him away, but it was futile this only urges him to press your body into his more.  You try to ignore the heat of his flesh and how secure you felt being held by him. “And why can’t I?”

“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out still trying to wiggle some space between your meshing bodies. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “No, you don’t. And even if you did, it wouldn’t change what needs to be done. You and I are now tethered to be one.  I may not be the man you wanted, But I am the one you got.   Understand this Little Witch, I will not touch you until you beg me. But the mating fever is only going to drive you mad with lust.  The more you resist, the more it will cause you pain and the only cure is for me to bury myself inside you and paint your insides pretty with my sin.” He leans in close and your breathing hitches anticipating his lips meeting yours.  But instead, the slight touch of his lips meets your forehead when your eyes are closed.

The hot water cascading down your body runs you cold in the depths of your bones now that you are no longer enveloped in the heat of Shouta. ______________________________________________________________

 4320 minutes have passed, and you probably counted every ticking second of it.  In that duration, your body has experienced indescribable shock waves of pain.   Your stomach clenched with a pang of hunger that food couldn’t satisfy.  Shouta invaded your dreams at night causing you to wake up with sweat dripping from your skin and your sheets stained with arousal.  

 But the wet dreams only made you so much worst. Your vivid imagination was a betrayal to your body because the dreams became filthier and more erotic, more lively and real but never did you have the pleasure of actual cumming, not even when you resorted to your favorite toys. They would get you so close right on the cusp of bliss but… nothing. You’ve managed to edge yourself into a space of annoyance, neediness, and insanity.  Everything was Shouta. His scent dances around your apartment as if the paint on the walls was designed from his genetic makeup.  Shouta would speak from across the room, and you could feel the vibration of his words on your skin.  He would send heated gazes your way causing your pussy to grow desperate and drip with your desire.  On a few occasions, you accidentally touched brushing past one another and the brief connection caused an episode of pain as your body called out to him.

Shouta strode from the bathroom door with nothing, but a towel wrapped around his waist.  He contemplated barging into your room and taking you then as the divinity of your arousal assaulted his senses. You surprised him, he was utterly impressed that you’ve held out so long. For three days he has been waiting and yearning for you. But he made a promise that he would touch you until you begged.   The pleasure he got from teasing you in your dreams was starting to wear out as he wanted the real thing. He wanted to feel your bountiful flesh mold against him as he took you repeatedly and claimed you as his.  He wanted to taste your liquid glory dance across his tongue.  The mating fever is just as bad for him as he is for you. He burned with a desire that could only be extinguished by the delight of your body submitting to him.

A knock at the door interrupted his obscene thoughts and he didn’t hesitate to answer. Kai’s eyes widen at the naked man “Where’s Y/n?” he questioned.

 Shouta remained quiet assessing the mortal. He confidently smiles “Y/n, someone is here for you.” Shouta yells there is a pause followed by loud movement from your room.   You walk over to him, and he watches the way your face hardens before you stepped in front of him “Kai, What are you doing here?”

Kai’s eyes flicker between you and Shouta as he hesitates to speak. “Shouta, can you wait for me in the living room please.”   Shouta had the words on the tip of his tongue ready to curse Kai. But instead, he simply grabs your hips from behind and leans over your shoulder to place a chased kiss on your cheek as his eyes bored a hole into Kai’s soul.

Shouta sits back on the leather sofa and listens intently.  Though he was far away his supernatural hearing allowed him to hear everything as if still in your presence.  

Kai was angry. The last thing he expected was to see another man in your home naked.

“What about us Y/n…  What about me?”  He asks through clenched teeth as his face slowly began to turn red.   You examine his reaction. By now you would have folded and given into his needy request. But staring at him you didn’t feel love, sadness, and better yet no more anger. You felt content.  “There is no us Kai, remember you didn’t want there to be an us, and... now there never will be… Goodnight.” You say simply leaving him astounded by your distant words.  Before he could speak you slowly shut the door closing off Kai and the rest of the world.

Your feet glided across the floor past your room and straight to the living space where you find Shouta sitting.   “Come here,” Shouta says after the silence filled the space. You didn’t know what to say or why you decided to go to him, you just know you wanted to. You shuffle over and when you are in distance, he grabs your arm and pulls you into his lap so quickly that you didn’t have to blink.   He has one hand on your hips grounding you to him while the other hand skates over your skin.  The strumming of his fingers tips sends tingles tumbling down you’re back leaving a trail of goosebumps.  “Was he an ex-Lover?” You could feel Shouta looking at you as he spoke. Meanwhile, you stared down into your hands.  You simply nod unable to speak.  Shouta captures your chin and lifts it so you can meet his gaze. Rounded syrupy eyes stare back at him, glazed over with lust and need.  “Does it hurt?”  he asks so kindly. “Yes Shouta,” you respond in a whisper. The sound of his name from your lips tightened his chest a little now.  “Do you want me to make it go away?”

“Please.” In instant, Shouta’s lips crash down on yours with a hungry that you could feel.  His hands round your body and hold you close.  He pulls away and you whimper at the loss of connection.  “For three days you’ve denied me what is rightfully mine to claim.  Now it’s your turn to be patient, Little Witch.”

“Bu-

 A warm wand cups your naked pussy cutting off your words. “You’re so wet already, were you touching yourself?” His fingers rub over your puffy outer lips as he speaks in a teasing tone.  “Show me.”

Your eyes grow as you realize his request. “No, it doesn’t help. I can’t cum.” You protest with a pout. "I said show me.” He demands in a tone that shakes you to the core.  You remove the large shirt leaving you naked and exposed.  You reach between your legs to your slick saturated cunt.  Angled back slightly Shouta watches fiercely as your ministrations over your pulsating nub cause your breathing to become weighted.  “Shouta, please…” you whine feelings your impending orgasm inch close but not close enough to give you gratification.

“Tell me, baby…” Shouta hardens print and presses deeper into your leg. “Where do you need me?”

“Right here… oh god, please Shouta, make the pain go away.” You beg no longer keeping up the façade of being strong.  You wanted him. 

In a flash, you find yourself on your back laying against the sheets of your bedroom. Shouta growled at the sight before him.  The towel falls from his hips and sets free his thick cock your mouth drops open at his intimidating size.  The blushing tip oozes pre cum that runs down the veiny shaft. 

Shouta claims your lips again in a bruising kiss. With a smooth thrust forward, he invades your entrance, and the tightening of your belly takes you by surprise. He swallows all your moans of pleasure, and your legs shake and for the first time since the mating fever, you release.

 But that doesn’t stop Shouta from pushing through your spasming walls and filling you to a hilt. You pant and wither under him.  He stamps a path of kissing down your neck and the valley of your breast. “Mhmm, so needy.”  He murmurs against the flesh of your pebbled nipple.  His tongue swirls over the erect bud before he slots it into his mouth, nestled between his plump lips he sucks purposefully.

His pelvis rotates and retracts back and forth massaging through the tight grip of your warm canal. “Nghh-….Sh-Shouta” you cry out.  His steady strokes grow with passion, and he begins to pound into you.  His large hand finds your throat and hugs it. The firm grip along the column of your throat gives you a head rush and increases your sensitivity.

 The room fills with the sensual music that your two bodies orchestrate.   Shouta looks down watching the tears race down your face.  “So beautiful,” he growls and licks the salt drops off your cheeks.  “Cum me for baby. Mess yourself all over my cock." An eruption in the pit of your stomach causes a wave of heat to flush over your body right before you feel the gushing of liquid expel itself from your quivering cunt.  A slew of curses and words leave Shouta’s lips some of which are in an unrecognizable language.   “Let me see my masterpiece baby, Open up.” He says when he pulls out and arches down eye level to your open pussy that’s still pulsating.   He witnesses the contractions of your walls that are plastered with his cum slowly retracting back to normal.

 You lay in bed desperate to calm your erratic breathing.  Your body was flourishing with excitement.  Just as the high started to leave you. An unexpected amount of pressure is applied over your slippery rosette, and you sit up looking at grinning Shouta with surprise.  “ W-What-

 A deft finger cuts off your thoughts as Shouta begins pushing the cum dripping from your pussy into your tight sputtering asshole.  

“We aren’t done… I claim you as mine Y/n, and that means all of you.”

After your initial encounter with Dynamight was rudely interrupted by MIDoriya, you scurried from the office with your remaining shreds of dignity. Did you regret it? Hell, no. Your wildest fantasies couldn't have prepared you for what it would actually feel like to be fucked by the explosion hero. But, you couldn't help the anxiety that settled in the pit of your stomach once the implications of your actions started crowd your mind.

This man caught you masturbating in his office, then fucked you after acknowledging that you'd been stalking him for the past few months. It was horrifying to say the least. Yes, you were still obsessed but you were also extremely embarrassed and could not shake the ever present feeling of awkwardness that came whenever you imagined the way his scarlet visionaries burned your skin.

So you figured that it'd probably be best to lay off the extracurriculars for a while.

The article was great and earned you tons of notoriety. People were surprised with how candid the hero was with you especially since he usually turned down interviews. The public assumed that you were some investigative genius when in reality you were some crazy stalker that he wanted to make an example of.

Alls fair in love and journalism, you suppose; but, it kind of sucked to get used and discarded like that. From your favorite hero no less !

Anywho!

A few months past and you'd done several high profile interviews since the incident. You tried to keep yourself occupied with work to avoid thinking of your muse but that proved difficult when he had been plastered across various media platforms due to an apparent change in his relationship status.

Have Red Riot and Dynamight finally made it official?

The alleged couple had been spotted out on several “romantic outings” but nothing had been confirmed by either parties PR teams. Various publications turned to you as if you’d have some insider info but alas you were just as in the dark as everyone else.

You’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t go back to your old antics but god did they make it tempting. Dynamight alone was always amazing but paired with Red Riot ? The thought of it had you foaming at the mouth. Eijiro Kirishima, the Sturdy Hero, who was named Japan’s most eligible bachelor three years in a row was now romantically attached to the object of your desires. What more could a girl ask for ?

Dignity, but I digress.

Everyone wanted the scoop on the couple and your publisher decided that you were the girl for the job. You tried to weasel your way out of it to no avail. Taking a shot in the dark you called over to Dynamight's agency with every intention of being rejected but to your surprise you were patched through and met with a particularly gruff voice.

The hero had agreed to do the interview on the condition that it be done in his own home over dinner. Stating that he wasn't up to having "the talk" with "that damn Deku" again then asking if you still remembered how to get there. Your cheeks burned at the insinuation, so you nodded dumbly while blurting an overly cheerful, "Yeah! See you soon!" before assaulting the "end call" button.

So now you stood on the familiar yet foreign front porch of the Bakugo estate ringing the doorbell. The door swung open revealing Dynamight in all his scowling glory wearing his signature black tank and cargo pants with a Alien Queen Pinky! ™️ apron wrapped around his slim waist.

"I know you like goin' through the backdoor but this seems more appropriate." He smirks, canines flashing and silver chain swaying as he leans down to guide you inside with a heavy hand splayed on your lower back. “You look good, it’s been a while”.

"Y-yeah, like a couple months if I'm not mistaken. It's good to see you as well". He huffs in response, handing you a pair of fluffy slippers before leading you further into the home. He brings you to a sleek industrialized kitchen and pulls out a barstool to which you offer a polite thanks, making him scoff. Katsuki turns towards the stove and begins interacting with the various pots in pans. It smells divine. You watch curiously from your place at the island. Wanting to cut through the smothering silence but not sure what to say.

"No point in actin' all meek, Princess. We're not exactly strangers". His back is to you, but you can imagine the scowl on his face.

He had a point. A few months ago he had your fluffy bits on display and now you could barely muster a sideways glance.

"Sorry" you breathe, "I guess I'm a bit nervous".

"Because of the stalking or the sex ?" He asks bluntly, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the counter. "Cause m'pretty used to both when it comes to fans. Just not in that order, I guess".

If you could sink into the floor you would but Dynamight's harsh stare told you that you wouldn't be let off the hook that easily. Luckily for you a door slammed followed by the soft padding of feet revealing a very handsome and very shirtless, red-haired hero.

"Oh, hey there! You must be , Y/N. Wow, you're even prettier in person!" You stare dumbly at the tall man. His long hair is damp and light sheen covers his tattooed skin. He wears red sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his waist and a slender gold chain similar to the one worn by the blonde hero.

"Oh! T-thanks, Red Riot. You're pretty too". As soon as the words leave your mouth you cringe but taller man laughs boisterously while casting a knowing grin. “Yeah yeah—you’re both gorgeous, now can we eat?”

Dinner was delicious—as expected. Katsuki (which he insisted you call him) mentioned that cooking was one of his hobbies with Eijiro adding that Katsuki’s cooking was one of his hobbies as well. The two played off each other well, effortlessly switching between best bros and star crossed lovers in an instant. It was enough to make you swoon.

They’d all but explicitly stated the nature of their relationship and when you asked them if the rumors where true Katsuki gripped the back of Eijiro’s neck and pulled him into a steamy kiss that left a string of saliva connecting them. He then looked directly at your camera and said “you tell me” with a shit eating grin.

Dinner was over and you felt yourself growing restless from the casual PDA being displayed between the two heroes. You had more than enough footage for your interview so you decided to call it a night. However, the two men had other plans.

Eiji insisted that you stay for a glass of wine. Then two. Then three. And before you knew it you were a giggly mess sandwiched between the contrastly sober heroes on their huge Cal king bed. Katsuki had convinced you to spend the night because it’d be irresponsible to let toy drive and Eijiro offered one of his large shirts so that you’d be comfy. And he was such a gentle that he didn’t let you lift a finger. Using his quirk, he slice down your clothing until you were bare trembling. He then slipped the shirt over your head, not bothering with underwear and slotted you against his chest with Katsuki sliding in behind.

"God, you're soft." Eijiro sighed, palming and spreading your ass cheeks with his huge hands. " You didn't tell me she was this soft, bro" he whined, pouting his lips at the blonde who was groping your breasts in a similar fashion.

"Tch, and risk you blowing the plan to shit ? it was hard enough to stop you from breaking in her house after I showed you the video" Katsuki scoffed, still focused on tweaking your puffy nipples.

Eijiro groaned at the memory. Katsuki had already planned on fucking you that day in his office, so he installed cameras to capture the moment. They never expected you to be so slutty and willing and right before he could fully exploit you that damned Deku barged in. The redhead remembers how quickly his cock went flaccid when he saw the frantic greenette mumbling apologies. If that was HIM that walked in on a scene like that he would've fucked you both two ways to Sunday.

After watching the video he just had to see more of you. So the two of them spent days strolling through your social media profiles and jacking off to your pictures. Eijiro couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if you were smiling directly at him instead of the camera. He couldn't help it, he just had to see you in person. Luckily for him, Bakugo knew where you lived. You see, the blonde watched you just as much as you watched him prior to your encounter--he was just better at it. He knew your daily route and all of your favorite spots. The two heroes would go out in hopes of "bumping into you" but it never happened organically. They then settled on stalking your residence and peering at you through the windows. On one particular you were bouncing on a red riot themed dildo while deepthroating a dynamight one and Katsuki had to literally blast his ass out of there so that he wouldn't break the window.

"Please", he rolled his eyes, "a slutty bitch like her would probably get off on it. Wouldn't you, babe?" For the first time in what felt like forever they were actually talking to you instead of over you, but as luck would have it you were too out of it to respond.

Your skin burned and a hazy cloud settled on your mind. It felt like you were drowning but not necessarily in the bad way. Your body was submerged in an ocean of pleasure and every time you thought that you may break the surface, the men changed course making you spin endlessly. Eiji's thick digits speared and spread your asshole while the heated pads of Katsu's fingers ran over your nipples. It felt like you were on fire and the only thing that could douse you was the two men staring down at you. Their voices were distorted but you could just make out Eiji's voice saying, "did we give her too much, seems pretty out of it ?" at least that's what it sounded like but its hard to be sure with the way his fingers were rubbing against your walls. "nah, kinky bitch is probably floatin' in subspace or some shit. she wants this, look at the mess her pussy's makin' on the sheets".

Did you want this ? No doubt about it and the way they just manhandled your body between them had you gushing an obscene amount of slick down your thighs.

"not a thought in that pretty little head. god- you're fuckin' perfect for us" Katsuki groaned, pulling your head back by your hair to spit in your mouth then turning you back to Eijiro who followed suit. Even under the influence, you swallowed immediately earning raspy praise from the men.

"fuck baby I wish you could see yourself " Kirishima whined, slotting your lips together and bullying his tongue in your mouth. Bakugo kissed up your neck and chuckled.

"That can be arranged".

You woke up bundled in unfamiliar satin sheets that smelled cinnamon and caramel. The room was dark save for the sliver of light pouring the floor to ceiling bedroom window. A glass of juice sat next to a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table with a note that read “drink me”. Now that you thought about it you did feel pretty sore. Being the good girl that you are— you take the pills and head out to find your hosts.

Bakugo and Kirishima were no where to be found but you did a beautifully plated breakfast with a note that read : Goodmorning, gorgeous! We went to run a few errands but we should be back soon. You should go hang in the den until we return.

The friendly tone of the note led you to believe that Kirishima wrote it but it was very friendly considering the two of you just met last night. Speaking of which , you couldn’t remember anything from the night prior.

You settled on the couch trying to rack but it was pointless. You shrugged it off, deciding to dig in and watch tv as the note suggested, but much to your surprise a video was already queued.

The video started with a close up of Bakugo running his tongue across his teeth. He set the camera down and you and kirishima came into view. You were bare—laying across the bed with your head hanging off the edge and your legs spread wide to accommodate the large man between them. Kirishima was nude as well , signature smile adorning his face as he bottomed out in your asshole. Katsuki joined the two of you, lightly tapping your jaw with his cock and pressing it against your tongue. You swallowed around him and clenched down on Eijiro making the men groan in unison. There was no sounds except wet squelching and moans.

You didn’t even realize that you’d started touching yourself until your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and you came with a shout.

A sudden this brought you out of your post orgasmic haze; you whipped your head around seeing the two males surrounded by what seems to be your luggage from home.

Sometimes in the world of journalism you have to be willing to drop your morals for the sake of the story. Put yourself in compromising positions to ensure that would guarantee you the scoop. But there was no justification for you to be in ProHero Dynamight’s office restroom plunging your fingers in and out of your creamy pussy with him sitting at his desk just a few feet away from the door.

Your breath hitched at the thought of his close proximity; to think all it would take for Dynamight to catch you red handed was a few strides. What would he say? Would he call security? Would he call your editor? Would he berate you? Would he slam you against the wall and punish your slutty holes?

Wishful thinking at best but it was just what you needed to snap the coil of arousal that you could feel swirling in your stomach. You really tried to hold back your moans but proved unsuccessful.

He definitely heard you. Even with the running water in the sink—he’s a hero for All Mights sake, of course his senses would be extra refined. He’d said as much during the two hours of mental foreplay that went under the guise of an interview. You could only hope that he wasn’t paying attention or wouldn’t acknowledge your indiscretion. Something like this could ruin your career ! Especially if he found the—

“You’re a fuckin’ sick bitch, you know that ?”

Oh shit.

When you abruptly excused yourself to the rest from to handle your delinquent vagina—you left your camera on his desk. The camera that contained some very candid photos of Dynamight at his home. Some where just him. A lot were with guests that were sent home limping the next day. Hell you even had a picture of the NDA that he made all of his romantic partners sign. It was obvious that your interest in him was purely professional.

“I- I can—

“Save it.” The deep rumble of his voice sends shockwaves between your thighs. He rises from the desk and slowly stalks towards you. He’s removed most of the gear he’d been wearing during the interview and was left in only the tank shirt and cargo pants of his summer costume with his mask pushed back like a headband into his ash tinged blonde hair. Dark figures and symbols decorated his toned arms down to his slender hands that were decorated with golden rings and black nail polish.

You licked your lips—mouth parched at the sight of him. You’d always imagined what it would be like to be this close to him. So close that you noticed faint freckles dusting his nose and felt the heat of his quirk radiating off his skin.

The man now stood toe to toe with you. With a hand on the wall he leaned forward until your noses were almost touching. “Are you that much of a desperate whore that you couldn’t even wait until you made it home?” You we’re about to feign ignorance but suddenly grabbed your hand and brought it to his nose. A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest and he brought your fingers to his lips—placing a light kiss before running his tongue over them and sucking them into his mouth.

Your knees buckled and the hand that was holding the wall found purchase on your waist. Bakugo held you steady while he licked your digits clean.

“Didn’t think somethin’ as simple as finger sucking would make a nasty bitch like you weak in the knees” He grunted, “ ‘specially since y’been stalkin’ me for months”.

You gawked at him and he took this moment to shove his fingers in your mouth. You immediately clamped around them, moaning at the softness and sweet taste of them that could probably be attributed to his quirk.

“God— you’re fucking pathetic” he scowled, but his pupils were blown so wide that the red was barely visible. “You’d probably do anything for me to touch you, huh ?” You nodded immediately, big doe eyes desperate and pleading. His dick ached as your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Bakugo was desperate to fuck you but he wasn’t going to give in that easy to some insane fan with beautiful eyes and a perfect mouth.

He was going to make you work for it.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the desk, slut”. You complied, moving faster than you’d ever managed. You watched in awe as he undressed. A perfectly toned body with a fat curved cock leaking pre into his belly button. Your mouth watered, and you found yourself reaching for it but he slapped your hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch me? Keep those whore hands to yourself, there’s no telling where they’ve been. Probably fucking half the heroes in this city, huh ?”

“No! Just you Dynamight” you exclaimed, reaching for him again but retreating when he raised a brow. “Been saving myself for a while now. Nobody was good enough. Wanted you” you pouted, it was so cute that he almost wanted to go easy on you.

Almost.

“Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna believe some crazy bitch that’s been basically camping in my backyard for the past 5 months? Oh don’t look so shocked, sweetheart. I’m a fucking hero, did you really think I wouldn’t know what’s happening on my property ?” He smiled mischievously, “you know, i would watch you on the camera fingering your little twat while i fucked those extras”.

His fingers trailed up your thighs, hovering over your push before traveling to your breasts. He pinched the nipple harshly drawing a half moan half screech from you.

“Better quiet down now. I didn’t lock the door” he whispered, “wouldn’t want someone barging in and seeing me wreck this cute little body, would ya?”. Your thighs automatically squeezed and he chuckled. “Of course a bitch like you would be into that. You know me and Deku share an agency, bet you’d like if he walked in. I saw how you got that night he came over. Tell me Princess, what did you like best ? When he rode me on the couch or when he fucked me against the wall ?”

You couldn’t respond. Your brain had been malfunctioning since he first pulled his dick out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and climbed on the desk to straddle your chest. The weight had you breathless for a second but you recovered quickly. He scooted close enough for you to lap at the head of his cock. The sweet taste of the satiny pre coated your tongue and you hummed happily. He continued scooting forward, feed you his dick until he was plunging into your mouth at a steady pace.

“Fuck~~ this mouth of yours is perfect, Princess” he moans, pulling out to dunk his balls in your throat. You were so turned on that you grabbed his asscheeks to pull him closer. “Sh-shit, want me to ride your face, baby ?” You nodded, desperate for whatever he was willing to give you.

“Okay, just tap my leg if you need to breathe, k? Good girl”.

Dynamight hovered expertly over your mouth and dropped down on your waiting tongue. He rocked against your face, willing your tongue to burrow deeper in his asshole. He stroked his cock in time with your thrusts—chanting your name as you brought him closer to the edge.

“F-fuck , baby. M’gonna cum like this” His word lit a fire under you. You licked at his rim with fervor. Suckling and kissing the ring of muscle in a sloppy make out session that had the blonde cumming against him abs.

Katsuki took a deep breath before hopping off the desk. He wrapped his hands in your hair and yanked your head against his stomach. Without being told you started to clean the cum off him; melting as he stroked your cheek and praised you for being so good for him.

He was hard again when you got done cleaning and he lowered you on your back and pushed your legs into a mating press. With no warning he pushed in. His cockhead got caught against your walls a few times due to the lack of prep but he continued to bully forward.

Tears flowed freely by the time he was fully seated in your heat. Your mouth hung open in a silent “o” filled with euphoria and satisfaction. It wouldn’t take much for you to come at this point.

Bakugo placed his hand against your throat—not squeezing but applying a delicious weight to it. “God— yer tight. Open up for me, Princess”. He leaned forward and spit in your mouth, to which you swallowed immediately.

“Nasty bitch” he grunted, and slowly started to rock into your spasming cunt. Although he wanted to go faster and brutalize your pussy, he couldn’t due to how your walls were suffocating him.

“Shit, baby. This pussy feels amazing. S’fuckin perfect” he whines, followed by neediest whimpers when you cunt continued to constrict as you creamed around his cock. Seeing the frothy white band was enough to send him over the edge—pouring ropes of hot sticky cum into your womb with a guttural groan.

Bringing that sweet persona full force you fall to your knees between his spread legs and bite your lip. Meekly gazing up at him with doe eyes and a pout. He always looks so good from this angle—towering over you like a god. Big muscles and powerful hands that could end you in an instant but the puppy like trance that befalls him as you present let’s you know that he would never.

Who really has the power here ?

His shorts lay discarded in the corner. Thick cords of muscle flex and ripple under the slow drag of your nails on his flesh. His breath hitches as you pepper sweet kisses up his toned thighs. Leisurely, you suck at the skin. Painting the canvas with darkened marks of passion. Eiji moans lustfully, placing a hand and cupping your cheek to which you meet with a kiss on his palm. You love his hands. Their so strong and beautiful. Those hands have helped bring peace and justice to world and normally you’d spend time servicing them deep in your throat but there’s something heavier that’ll settle against your tongue tonight. The object of your desire lies between his thighs too heavy to stand. Thick veins circle the girthy appendage with a purpling mushroom tip leaking pre. On instinct your tongue darts out and you can’t help the lascivious moan that tumbled in your chest. Eijiro’s brows furrow and his perfect lips part slightly revealing sparkling white, and deadly sharp, teeth. God he looks so beautiful—if you could stare at him all day you would but right now you have a job to do. One long strip from the base of his cock to his engorged tip has him rutting forward and whimpering your name. He hisses in pain laced pleasure when your nails break the skin of his thighs at the same time your wet cavern engulfs him. Eijiro melts into the sofa , literal putty in your hands as you Bob your head on the top half of his member. Your tongue swirls around his dick, spelling your name as if an enchantment. A low grow bubbles from his chest and you dare a glance at his face. Stray strands have fallen in his face, stuck to the beads of sweat forming. His lip is bruised with trickles of blood spilling in the corner from how hard he’d been biting them. God—he’s captivating. Deeper. Deeper. You urge yourself. Swallowing more and more of his massive length while your fondle his balls and dare let you fingers graze past his perineum. He jolts at the feeling but that’s for another time. You suck hard. Swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop to spit the mixture of saliva and precum before shoving the entirety of it down your throat. Saliva drips down his heavy balls and you feel them throbbing in your hand a tell tale sign that he’s close to cumming. He does his best to warn. A strained “b-baby”, and a garbled cry of your name is all he manages before spilling his seed in your mouth. Allowing him no time to recover you pull up and sink down his fat cock. The painful stretch of it bullying into your unprepped pussy almost made you scream but you wouldn’t dare spill the liquid delight resting on your tongue. Big hands grip your cheeks slamming your pelvises together. You tangle your fingers into red strands as you pull him into a cum filled kiss. He moans at the taste , swallowing his own seed like a debauched whore. You’re so close now. The delicious curve of his cock is nestled in your womb and every twitch sends shockwaves to your gspot. Eijiro is babbling affirmations of love and praise beneath you but your too far gone to hear him. Instead you focus on the feeling of his silky strands between your feelings and his dick rubbing against your velveteen walls as you cum. He joins your climax— shooting ropes of cum until you’re both left spent and panting.

The man is high key obsessed with you but he’s shit at having conversations with girls that go past whether they’re on birth control or not. That’s why he always ended up teasing you until tears pricked the corner of your eyes just to “make it up to you” later.

But there was something different this time.

Usually it’d take a lot more than a whispered “ hey chubs” with a squeeze to the tummy to get the water works started.

“You cryin’?” He spins you around to get a better look at you when he hears a sniffle. Both hands on your cheeks to to pull your face closer to his. You whine in protest as you try to get away but he holds you steady. “Asked you a question, right dummy ?”

His tone holds no malice. Golden eyes brimming with concern. It’s almost tender the way he brushes the tears from your face.

“Just not feeling very good about myself, Kami” you hiccup, locked in place by his crystalline glare.

Denki pouts, hands dropping to your shoulders as he ponders something. Then he repositions one on the back of your neck and pulls you up for a kiss. Soft and sweet making you chase after him when he pulls away.

“Wanna show you something…”

It’s so embarrassing the position that he has you in. Sitting in his lap with your legs thrown over his. Him resting against the headboard with one hand placed on your tummy and the other moving between your thick thighs. He pumps fingers in and out of your heat at a steady pace, pausing ever so often to lap at the sheen coating them. His name falls off your lips in breathy chants, begging him to let you cum. He tsks, pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt. “No, dummy” he sneers, “I’m gonna keep teasing this fat lil pussy until you do as I say”. You groan in aroused frustration— out of all the torturous things he’s done to you, this has got to be the worst. Slowly, you open your eyes and your cheeks are immediately set ablaze as you meet your reflection. You look wrecked. Hair frizzy. Shirt unbuttoned. Panties slipped to the side with pale ringed fingers swiping through your slick. Arousal bloomed in your midsection and you’re panting—desperate for release. “P-please , Kami. I wanna— I need to-..” He shushes you with a kiss behind your ear. “You know what you have to do, babe” he cooed, voice syrupy sweet. “All you have to do is say it”. You bite your lip, stomach churning from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal. With a deep breath you lock gazes in the mirror and whisper “ I’m b-beautiful, smart and capable. Denki’s perfect little chubby b-bunny. The only ….” You pause, thighs trembling as he rolls his thumb over your bundle. “Keep going, dummy” he growls, pinching your clit for emphasis. “T-the only thing that should make me cry is Denki’s fat cock”.

❄️Shoto🔥| who meets you and your toddler at a park one evening during his patrol

❄️Shoto🔥| who’s startled when the three year appears out of nowhere pulling his shirt and babbling about him being his favorite hero

❄️Shoto🔥| who is flattered but concerned because he doesn’t know where the little guy came from but he sorta gets the idea when he hears what can only be the frantic screech of a terrified mother

❄️Shoto🔥| can’t help but smile when he reunites you with your son who you’re scolding for misusing his quirk but kissing at the same time.

❄️Shoto🔥| says it’s no big deal , “it’s just apart of the job, ma’am” when you thank him over and over but he can’t help but feel a little flustered at the feeling of your soft hands around his.

❄️shoto🔥| is shocked to see you and your baby walking into his agency the next day with a basket full of goodies as a thank you

❄️Shoto🔥| notices the bright gleam in your son’s eye, and asks you guys to join him in his office for lunch

❄️Shoto🔥| has an amazing time laughing and chatting with you and your little one , passing around bowls of soba noodles and dumplings, and swelling with pride when your son starts blabbing about how much he looks up to him.

❄️Shoto🔥| who’s having such a great time that he wishes that he didn’t have to go back on patrol and him being the blunt boi that he is tells you just that.

❄️Shoto🔥| is pleasantly surprised when you tell him that you don’t mind stopping by again the next day.

❄️Shoto🔥| quickly incorporates your little sessions into his daily schedule and looks forward to hearing about your day and spending time his son.

❄️Shoto🔥| is shocked but not surprised when that little internal slip up happens because even though it’s only been a few months , it feels like forever with the amount of time you spend together.

❄️Shoto🔥| makes a show of asking you out , sending dozens of red and white roses to your doorstep with a handwritten card that says “will you have me?”

❄️Shoto🔥| who loves his “make ready” family and wants to spend 98% of his time with you and your son.

❄️Shoto🔥| chooses to spend the other 2% with his fat cock running through your folds.

❄️Shoto🔥| grips your thighs softly while grinding your “fat lil puss” up and down his member.

❄️Shoto🔥| groans into your shoulder each time the mushroom tip of his dick catches at your entrance but refuses to put it in until you’re “ready”

❄️Shoto🔥| latches on to your nipple—swirling his tongue around the bud and rolling it in his teeth while his fingers tweak and pulls the other.

❄️Shoto🔥| is basically edging himself but he doesn’t care because feeling you quiver and cum all over his lap is satisfying enough.

❄️Shoto🔥| waits until you’re good and dumb— all watery eyes and syrupy sweet babbles of you begging him to fuck you.

And who would ❄️Shoto🔥| be to deny such a request ?

Katsuki hasn’t always been a good man. It’s taken years for him to get to a place where he could move on from the man who he once was, went out of his way to apologize to the ones that he once hurt. Deku had forgiven him—had told him that past should remain there, and they should move on as friends and equals. It was supposed to be that way; it looked so on the surface, but there was always an edge to Izuku’s smile whenever Katsuki achieved something that was unsettling. He tried to tell himself that it was all in his mind. Izuku is his friend now—he’s been forgiven. Or so he thought … because he’d never expect to find Izuku in bed with his fiancé on the same day as his debut as a full-fledged hero.

He was a wreck—didn’t know what to do or where to go. All he knew is that he didn’t want to be home, and as if by magic a solution appeared. Roommate wanted—move in today!!** Katsuki called the number on the flyer and was surprised when met with your sweet voice. He didn’t know if it would be smart to be roommates with some strange girl especially given the circumstances. It seemed a bit unethical, but you assured him that it was fine, claiming that you weren’t worried cause there’s nothing that could hurt you at this point. He didn’t pry. If you had some issues, it surely wasn’t his business. But when he saw you, he started to reconsider—

You didn’t look good.

Well, that’s a bad way to put it. You were beautiful—long braids, chubby cheeks, dazzling eyes and a bright smile, but he wouldn’t be much of a hero if he couldn’t recognize a sick person. Though your eyes shone bright they were rimmed with dark circles. Though your voice was light he could hear the slight wheeze at the end of each word—as if speaking took your breath away. Though you were animated and bubbly—your movements were slow and careful, as if you didn’t want to upset some kind of injury. He really didn’t want to pry but why the hell was a sickly girl letting some strange man move in with her? He could be a psycho serial killer—even told you this but you just laughed, joking that he couldn’t kill you if he tried. You explained your situation and it was kind of a sad story.

 Your quirk was complex, it was called Whisper—it allows you to manipulate feelings and leave impressions on people and places, you could also sense fluctuations in emotion; it was a handy quirk to have as a psychologist which is what you were studying at grad school. You were set to graduate in a year and things were fine, but you were in a rough spot because your boyfriend left. You’d been sick your whole life and it’s only gotten worse as time progressed. It’s hard to control your quirk when you’re feeling low and sometimes it flares out of control which imposes the pain that you’re feeling on others. You’ve lost friends and a lover because they couldn’t stand being burdened by you. So now you were left in an apartment that you couldn’t afford on your own because you weren’t physically able to pick up a job outside of school.

His heart broke for you. He didn’t think that it was possible for anyone to be having a worse day than him, but you won that hands down. This made you laugh—a really loud rib clutching snort that made Katsuki smirk until you doubled over in pain. He rushed towards you and helped you settle on the couch. You tried to push him off and apologize for exerting your horrible quirk already in the twenty minutes that you’d known him. Katsuki quirked a brow saying that he didn’t feel anything, too which you tilted your head to the side and said “weird”.

That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. You were a breath of fresh air for Katsuki. Unlike his ex that was attention seeking and superficial—you were kind and caring, always checking in to make sure that he was doing okay. Always fixing him tea, listening to him vent, being a shoulder to cry on, offering a facetious joke about your illness in attempts to cheer him up. He always scolded you for this, told you that you didn’t have to be strong for him all the time. He wanted to take care of you too.

And he’s convinced that your ex is just some piece of shit liar because he’s never felt your quirk and he’s found you really sick a few times. One time was really bad and he spent the whole night watching your breathing because he was afraid that you might slip way away. Your smile when you woke up the next morning in his arms breathtaking. It was in that moment he knew that he was in love with you.

God—things were going so well! You seemed to be getting better. Stronger. Yeah, you still had your nights when you’d open the balcony doors and stare up at the stars, crying because you felt like something was wrong with you, but Katsuki would wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face in your neck, telling you that you were perfect.

And one day he just couldn’t take it anymore. The two of you had been living together for almost a year and Bakugo felt like his heart would explode if he didn’t tell you how he felt and thank God you felt the same. You kissed him so sweetly, tears spilling onto the shirt that was clutched into your chunky little fingers. Katsuki wanted you so bad, but he was afraid that he’d hurt you. But you being you reminded him of what you said on the day that you’d met and pulled him into his bedroom.

The night was magical—more than sex. Katsuki could only describe it as an outer body experience. It was like he could finally feel your quirk but it didn’t cause him pain, he felt nothing but peace and joy. So, of course he was surprised when he woke up to an empty bed. The silence unsettled him; you’d always told him that silence wasn’t so bad but this felt different. He called out to you and got no response. His hands started to shake. He called again afraid to move because he didn’t know what too expect. After an agonizing five minutes he crept out into the living room but there was no trace of you except for a steaming mug of tea on the kitchen counter. He went to your room, but you weren’t there. Nothing was there. Schoolbooks, laptop, pictures of the two of you… it was all gone. He panicked. Did you leave him? Why? Did he hurt you? WERE YOU AT THE HOSPITAL? Katsuki was frantic, he didn’t know what do so he called his mentor/boss Best Jeanist who told him that he’d put out an APB with the local force.

Best Jeanist called five minutes later, and Katsuki could barely answer the phone because his hands were shaking so bad.

“Bakugo…can you come to the agency?”

His heart dropped.

“Fuck no! I’m not leaving until I know where she is—I have to be here when she gets back!”

A long pause.

“Bakugo… I don’t know what’s going on exactly but she’s dead” .

There are no words to describe the state of his heart. It felt like he’d imploded. Tears fell freely and he sobbed, momentarily forgetting about the phone call. He did hurt her. He pushed her too far. She must’ve tried to go to the hospital alone and just….

“W-where is she? Need to see her.”

Another pause.

“That’s why I’m confused Bakugo … because Y/N L/N jumped from her balcony a year ago today”.

Tomura  Shigaraki, The head of the LOV.. feared by many, adored by some, and…. loved by one.  The people around him noticed the weird behavior over the last few weeks. But they just pinned it off on Shiggy being Shiggy.   Imagine their surprise when the door of the meeting room flies open, and a stranger comes storming in and heads straight to their fearless leader. Clad in a yellow skater skirt that only meets mid-thigh and a white crop top that reveals mounds of supple breast and the modest peak of tummy sandwiched between the two fabrics. Shiggy stands from his seat when he sees you approach with vicious steps. “BACK OFF”. He yells to the surrounding villains on edge by your sudden intrusion.

“Tomura” you growl in a voice that  Shiggy thinks is cute. “You forwarded my call.” You poke his bare chest with your well-manicured acrylic finger. “Precio-

“Don’t Precious me Tomura.”  You put your hand on your popped hip and stare at him.  “When did this become the chocolate factory?  Who’s the fun-sized oompa loompa.”  Dabi jokes as he observes his boss getting scolded.  “Fuck you Dabi.”

“Hey down here,”. You snap your fingers in Shiggy’s face to recollect his attention. “You’re embarrassed of me or something?  You’re always whispering or excusing yourself when your friends are around. I’ve been sneaking into this big ol’ mansion 2 months nearly every night because you ask me to, and you couldn’t answer the phone.” The room is silent, the tension is heavy; it's like a palpable weight on everyone’s shoulders. 

“What the fuck?… Since when does Shigaraki have a girlfriend?”

“Since when does he like people…. ?” The commentary between Dabi and Toga only pokes at an irritated Shiggy.  He shoots them a dirty look and bites his tongue. He doesn’t want to get angry in front of you. “Precious,  You’re perfect I could never be embarrassed… I was just in an important meeting”. He goes to caress your cheek and you dodge his touch still upset. “You could have let me know instead of forwarding the call and texting me. ‘ I don’t want to talk right now.’” Shiggy face turns up when you retreat out the door. He pull out his phone seeing he made a made mistake.

“ Uh- Shig-

“You didn’t see her.” He snaps to the onlookers before walking out, in the hall he watches you speed further down the hall.  The swaying of your large hips with every step nearly makes Shiggy groan watching the rhythmic motion. “ Wrong turn” he calls out behind you but you don’t even hear him.   Completely lost blabbing to yourself about what a meany your boyfriend is. “GRRRRRR” you stop in the middle of the hallway realizing you took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the wrong corridor.

“Precious..” Shiggy coos pressing into your body now that he’s caught up. “ I didn’t mean I didn’t want to talk I meant I can't talk… I always want to talk to you. “ He says bending close to the shell of your ear and murmuring the words softly.  He turns you to face him and he looks down into your brown eyes and sighs.  He begins peppering kisses all over your neck. His large hand cups your right breast and his thumb rubs over your covered nipple. The action causing it to bead under the pressure. Shiggy smiles against your skin when he hears your soft whimpers.  “ Tomura..” you gasp. “Come on, we’re going to my room, so I can make it up to you… ”

He pulls away stopping his playful attack. “You have to promise me though you’ll be more careful… I almost killed everyone in that room for even looking at you.” Your glossy lips turn into a pout, but you nod. Tomura never hid who he is and what he does from you, but he did try to keep you away from it, He’s completely different with you.  The merciless villain found his soft side the moment his eyes landed on you, So many months ago.

lurking eyes watch as  Shiggy takes your hand and pulls you away disappearing in the distance.

“I wonder how he feels about sharing….”