Nearly Caught

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for mina, momo and uraraka with a male s/o? please and thank you!!!

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒~ ♡ │mina ashido, momo yaoyorozu, ochaco uraraka.

❥ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!bottom!mina, momo, and uraraka x dom!top!male reader

❥ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: bnha ׀ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut ׀ 𝐰/𝐜: 1.8k ׀ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: headcannons

❥ 𝐜𝐰: nsfw, impact play (ass, tit, and face slapping), rough sex, whipping, anal sex, deep throating, exhibitionism, daddy/sir/master kink, somnophilia, roleplay, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, tit/thigh fucking, hair pulling, cockwarming, oral sex, creampie, free use kink, body worship. All characters are above 18 in this fic!

❥ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: a little something while i finish my other requests and fics of my own. ( q w o )

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨.

Dress Up.

mina loves to dress up, she knows that she's got a hot body and she personally loves the attention she gets from her looks, especially if those looks are coming from you. and its because of that confidence that she likes to dress in outfits that she knows will rile you up.

she loves to doll herself up for you in either skirts that are a little too tiny to cover her entire ass, tops that hug her tits so tight they show her perky nipples and short enough to show her flat stomach, and socks that squeeze the flesh of her thighs, making it spill out from the top.

and when you two are about to fuck is when she really dials up the sluttery of her outfits, she wears expensive lingeries, thin robes with nothing underneath, revealing maid outfits, and animal (bunny, cat, mouse, cow) pieces. and she would show them off to you through lap dances and sexy poses until you decide to fuck her brains out for her slutty presentation.

she wants you rip her expensive outfits apart from her body and mark her skin with hickies and bruises in places where it would be difficult to cover up.

Impact Play.

this girl is a brat, and loves to be treated like one.

smack her round tits and perfect ass and watch them jiggle with every hit. whip her back with an intensity that would make her eyes roll to the back of her head. grip on her horns and yank on them to your hearts content, use them as handle bars to grab onto while you're fucking her in her tight ass and to use while she is deepthoating your dick inside her pretty mouth.

mina loves the tingling sensation of you using her body like a cheap fuck doll, and she especially loves it when you leave marks on her body.

if you don't treat her like a two cent whore then she ain't gonna be satisfied. step on her. slap her. use her. do whatever you want with her, and she would thank you for every single one of them.

Exhibitionism.

mina lives to be fun and risky, its in her nature. so its only natural that she wants you to show that she belongs to you by having fucking her in places that no one would ever think about the pro-hero pinky and her boyfriend would ever have sex in.

finger her pussy while having a lovely dinner with your friends. bend her over a toilet in a public restroom and stuff her mouth with her panties to muffle her moans so that the anonymous person wouldn't hear your erotic love making.

make her choke on your cock behind a bush in a public park. make her suck your fingers as you plunge your member in and out of her warm pussy in-between two buildings, behind a dumpster.

she loves being owned in public spaces where she knows if you two aren't careful, you could get caught, and both of your reputations would be ruined. but just the thought of everybody knowing that she's yours and you're hers makes her pussy clamp onto your dick harder.

Somnophilia.

if this slut had the horniness of a bitch in heat, she is somehow worse when she is sleeping. she still is a cockwhore even in her dreams.

you sometimes wake up to find her humping your leg or moaning your name in her sleep. and when her pussy is wet and horny, you have to fuck her or else she will whine and complain about it all day.

she loves waking up to the feeling on her cunt being stuffed to the brim, the drowsiness of sleep overcoming her once again as she gives into your cock.

she doesn't care what you do to her body, conscious or unconscious, she will always be a warmer for your dick to use.

Roleplay.

mina loves playing a sexy role in your lewd play, i feel like it goes along with her dress up kink cause she loves setting the mood and puts heart into her role to make it as believable as possible.

her favorite roles are hero (she's the hero) and villain, virgin innocent school girl and bully, and dance teacher and dancer. when she gets into the roll, she's like a totally different person.

from her spewing out curses at you and saying that you will be put to justice for the crimes you have committed while also trying to hold in her moans as you ravage her (hero and villain), to sobbing and screaming out your name like a whore as you take her "innocence" away and bully her body to your hearts content (virgin innocent school girl and bully).

it makes her happy when you commit to your role too, the only thing that you and your roles have in common, is that you fuck the shit out of mina, and she smiles like an idiot throughout all of it.

"Fill me to the brim daddy, you know you want to~."

"S-So rough, is my pussy- ah!- really that good?"

"Ah! Ah! S-So good! Your dick feels so fucking good!"

𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐮.

Tit/Thigh Fucking.

momo loves the euphoric feeling of your cock fucking between her thighs and boobs.

she would press her thighs tighter against your member when she feels the veins rubbing against her clit. letting out a small yelp when the tip was so close into slipping into her lips and inside her pussy, but immediately whining when it popped out to continue it's assault on her thighs.

she would do the same thing with her boobs if you decide to fuck your dick on them instead, she would lick the tip whenever it pushed up against her lips, or just completely engulf it inside her mouth while pushing her tits to strangle your cock..

momo's tits are also very sensitive, so if you were to suck on her nipples while jackhammering into her, she would cum instantly.

Hair Pulling.

this girl may seem like the perfect rich girl, but the moment you yank on her hair she turns into a cheap slut who wants you to use her.

during sex there is a 50% chance of momo having her hair down and a 50% chance of her putting her hair into a ponytail so that it doesn't get in the way. but no matter what hair style she puts her hair in, it is still perfect for you to pull on.

whenever you two are having sex, she would always beg to you yank on her hair, nothing gets her off than the slightly painful sensation of her hair being pulled while getting railed within an inch of her life.

but don't pull her hair when you are in public or else she will let out an embarrassingly loud moan that would make you both never want to be seen in that area again.

Cock Warming.

like i've said before, her looks may deceive you into believing that she is an innocent angel, when in reality she is just as much of a cockslut like all three girls on this list.

momo loves being stuffed by your cock, whether it be in her cunt or mouth, she doesn't care as long as she gets a taste of it.

while she is very private about both of your sex lives, she is still down to cock warm you secretly while you both are watching a movie or reading quietly together.

she especially loves cock warming right after you both had fucked, its a part of her aftercare. she doesn't care if she's sweaty and tired, she will still want your soft dick inside her or else she will tear up.

Oral.

momo doesn't mind if its you or her that is receiving oral, either way, it gives her intense pleasure. she likes to do it when neither of you have the time or energy to do the p in the v sex, so oral works as a substitute.

eat out her pussy while she is in a virtual meeting with other pro-heroes, make her suck your cock while you're working on your paperwork, and make her ride your face until she is squirming at the endless orgasms you make her have.

it doesn't matter when or where, if you want oral, she is already on her knees and unbuckling your pants. the same goes for you if she is feeling stressful or horny.

feeling your tongue inside her already makes her head spin, so just imagine whenever she gives you head. she is the type of sub where she gets off when she gets you off as well. so when you climax inside her throat, she squirts all over the floor too.

"(Y-Y/N), p-please be gentl- ah! oh, that feels so good!"

"your dick makes me feels so full, don't pull out of me please."

"you can use me for as long as you want darling~."

𝐎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚.

Creampie.

she already loves the sensations of your cock stuffing her cunt, but when you shoot your warm cum inside her, that sends her to heaven.

just looking at her you could already tell that she needed a creampie daily, she cant go two days without being filled to the brim.

after you are done using her pussy and stuffing it with your semen, she will plug her hole up with her fingers to prevent your cum from escaping. she would personally tell you herself to buy some vibrating plugs so that she could always keep your cum inside her, even during the day when she is out doing hero work she will be walking around with your cum inside.

she will literally cry if you don't fill her enough, she will keep your dick inside her until you fulfil her desires.

Free Use Kink.

ochako makes it clear that you can use her whenever you wanted. whether it was during her job, her cooking, or cleaning. she didn't care as long as you felt satisfied.

cockwarm her while watching a movie with your friends in the theater. finger her cunt while she is talking on the phone with her parents. fuck her in an alley in broad daylight when she is suppose to be on patrol.

she would try to slience her moans so that no body could be able to hear your sinful fucking, but fails everytime.

you always choose the seat on the far back corner of the theater so that no one could he the skin on skin slapping of ochako riding you, her parents stopping calling her and just preferred to talk in person after hearing their daughter moan out her boyfriends name on the call. and nobody dared to go down the alley where euphoric noises were being made.

Body worship.

loves when you kiss her marks and scars that she got from battles and still telling her that she is beautiful.

even when you compliment her body in a non-sexual way, she still gets turned on, and wants to hear you praise her more.

when you say how tight her pussy is and how perfect you fit inside her, her walls squeeze around you more.

after sex, when you do aftercare, you praise her for doing such a good job. and her heart turns into jelly.

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Bull!Bakugou x dairy cow! Reader

Bull!bakugou who refuses to let his favorite cow stay in the stuffy barn all dairy cows are kept in, not trusting the farmhands to properly take care of you. Instead dragging you to the separate shelter used to house the pasture's handful of bulls

Even though each bull is separated by a few wooden planks, (meant to prevent fights) he is still wary of the others, not wanting anyone else getting close to you. He just wants to protect you

Bull!Bakugou who cant get enough of your milk, his favorite meal.

Bull!Bakugou who spends long expenses of time draining your tits, never unlatching. Still continuing to suckle even after he's had his fill and then some

Bull!Bakugou who only groans at you whenever you tell him to be gentle, the harsh suction being too much to handle. But he never listens, not letting up on his rough eagerness to drink everything you have to offer

Bull!Bakugou who starts acting like a calf again once he tastes your milk for the first time. Snubbing his nose at the feed given by the farm, only wanting to feed from you. Besides, you can provide him with more nutrients than any hay ever could

Bull!Bakugou who soon realizes how much water you need to drink to accommodate with milk production. Now keeping a tub of water in his stall to keep you hydrated. It's like your own little water trough

With your new constant access to water has you drinking more than usual, thus bakugou finds out drinking more means more milk

Bull!Bakugou is now constantly having you drink large amounts throughout the day. Doing this to the point that you're so full of milk, there are constant streams of the sweet liquid running from your nipples and down your torso

Bull!Bakugou who can't fall asleep without a tit in his mouth. Relaxed by the feeling of a full stomach

Bull!Bakugou who knows milk contains antibodies, as to why it always helps sick calves

Bull!Bakugou who milks you by hand, collecting the nutrients in an empty jar when your I'll. Feeding it to you, saying it'll make you better and damn well believing it

The farmhands are always left confused when they hook you up to the milking machines, but end up without get as much milk out of you as they should

Meanwhile Bull!Bakugou is watching from a distance. A droplet of milk adorning the corner of his smirking lips

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Days past

Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader Warnings: N/A Word count: 1.5k Summary: Tonowari doesn’t like the idea of her daughter going off with a boy, but his mate is there to remind him of their youth

Taglist: @eywas-heir @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @netherklutz

“My son, Ao’nung and daughter, Tsireya, will teach you our ways”

“Father-“

“It is decided” Tonowari, Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina welcomed Jake and his family into Awa’atlu. They sought uturu, a sanctuary away from the war back in the forests. He granted them permission to stay, but the Tsahìk Ronal was not happy with his decision, she does not trust these outsiders, especially with how they are part human themselves.

“Come, I will show you our village” Tsireya helped with their bags and led them to an empty marui on the far side of the village. He was glad at least one of his children was hospitable, he would need words with his son later. He knows that Ao’nung takes after his aunts views on them, it is evident in the scowls and remarks he threw at them.

“Who were they? ‘Wari?” a small Metkayinan woman stood next to the man, snapping him out of his trance and placing a gentle hand on his back, urging him to look at her. When he turned his head down he was face to face with his mate, ___. He did not see her with the crowd when the Omaticayans arrived, ‘she must have been deep in the ocean again’, he mused.

“That is Toruk Makto and his family. They seek uturu” he cupped his wife’s face and have her a kiss on the forehead, hand going down to her pregnant stomach, rubbing soothing circles. She was a few months along and the bump was very prominent.

“Sanctuary? why?” the look that Tonowari gave her said everything, the skypeople were back on Pandora, she knew that and she knew the forest clans were heavily affected, she just did not expect them to come here, expecting them to fight back just as she heard 15 years ago. “I will go and greet them”

“Be careful, sister” Ronal walks up to them after calming down a few worried Na’vi, glare on her face “I do not trust them, the children inherited demon blood, hair on their face and extra fingers”. ___ simply nodded, not wanting to argue with her older sister, her Tsahìk, and simply watched her as she left to her marui.

“I am ___, Tonowari’s mate” ___ introduced, her hands on her daughters shoulders and they smiled at the family, placing down a basket of freshly caught fish. The blue Na’vi did not look happy to be here, but they smiled back nonetheless. The little one, Tuktirey said her greetings out loud. It made ___ chuckle. “I am sorry if my sister, our Tsahìk, was too harsh on you all. She means well”

Neytiri huffed but nodded, she did not like Ronal after what she said about her children, therefore she did not know how to feel about the sister. Only time will tell. But for now it is best to keep up good impressions.

“Yes, thank you. I am sure she does” Jake nodded his head, hair bouncing on his shoulders. His arm was around his youngest, bringing her to his chest. She was tired from the long journey and yawned.

“We will leave you to settle in. There is no communal dinner tonight, but I have brought some fish your way. Come, Tsireya” They bid their goodbyes and walked back to their marui, speaking of the Omaticayans and what they would do to help them settle in more comfortingly.

“I will go diving with them tomorrow, show them our reefs” Tsireya bounced on the walkway, excited at the prospect of new friends, and hopefully a new lover. Her tail swayed at the thought of him, the boy. He was sweet even if they’ve only met today for a few mere moments.

“That is a good idea, and ‘Reya, I have noticed you staring at that boy, do you like him?” like mother like daughter, ___ read her mind. She saw the look on her child’s face when they were back with the forest Na’vi, watching at Toruk Makto’s youngest son, the one they call Lo’ak.

There was no point in lying to her Sa’nok, so Tsireya decided to say the truth. “He said ‘hey’ to me mama! You should have seen him!” ___ giggled, one word and she was already captured by him, like fish in a net.

“Who said ‘hey’ to you?” Tonowari was sat by the side of the pod, his legs dangling over the water as he sharpened his spear, preparing for an afternoon hunt. His ears perked up at the sounds of his girls walking into their home, watching the little flush his daughter had grow on her face.

Tsireya’s eyes widened “no one ma sempul” and she scurried out of the house, going to see what her brother was up to, hopefully nothing terrible.

___’s mate looked towards his wife, eyes questioning, hands stopping their ministrations. “Our daughter may have fallen for someone” the woman went to sit beside him, holding the underside of her full tummy, rubbing the skin and feeling larger hands atop hers.

Tonowari hummed, not liking the idea of his only daughter going off with some boy, he had a suspicion it was with Jake’s, seeing the way the boy looked at his kid. It was the same look he gave ___ when they were properly introduced for the first time. “I do not know how to feel about that. Tsireya is just a baby”

“She is thirteen my love, soon she will entertain the prospect of boys and relationships, and in the future a mate”

The Olo’eyktan’s shoulders and ears visibly drooped, a large sigh escaping his chest, his wife was right. “Where did the time go, flower? She was just a small bundle merely yesterday. Now she is a beautiful, strong, independent women”

“Our child has grown up, just like Ao’nung…do you remember when we were in the same situation?” ___ grinned, blue eyes shining at the memories of a teenage Tonowari trying to court her with pretty woven necklaces and bags of pearls he spent hours collecting in the reef. Trinkets she held very dear then, and still holds now, one of which is wrapped around her neck.

Tonowari leaned into his mate and pecked the bridge of her nose, smiling at her, hand coming up to hold the back of her neck, feeling the shells of her necklace digging into his fingers. “I will never forget the first time I saw you, really saw you. You looked so beautiful at the party, the Tulkun returned and you were in the waters singing with your spirit sister, I could not take my eyes off of you for hours”

“So she told me” ___ giggled, briefly remembering when her tulkun spoke of the boy watching her from the shores. “She said you were a creep”

“Did she now?” Tonowari’s forehead raised, eyes widening.

“And I agreed” he bellowed out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides. “You never left me alone after that, always accompanying me around the waters. Ronal said you asked of me all the time”

“Ronal is the equivalent of a sea snake”

___ gasped and slapped his shoulder, grin spreading across her pretty face “I am telling her you said that!”

“Kehe! Please do not! She would kill me” the man visibly shuddered. There is nothing more frightening than her older sister, who is so overly protective of ___. It took her forever to accept their relationship, afraid that he would take advantage and hurt her younger sister in some way.

___ smooched his mouth, cupping his face “do not worry ‘Wari, I will protect you”

“My strong warrior” he mused, about to give her another kiss when their children entered the marui, Ao’nung visibly shuddered at the sight of his parents being so lovey with each other, sticking his tongue out at them, Tsireya noticed and slapped his shoulder.

Tonowari straightened up, still needing to give him the talk, asking him to sit next to them. Ao’nung noticed his fathers serious demeanour and slowly crept next to his mother for protection. “Son, you will treat the Sully’s with respect, I have asked you to help them become Metkayina so I expect no quarrels. As future Olo’eyktan I need you to take this seriously”. The boy furiously nodded, not wanting to disappoint his father any further, “And I want you to watch over the youngest boy, I do not like how he has been eyeing your sister”

“Sempul!” Tsireya screeched from the other side of the hut, round cheeks turning a deep shade of purple, hiding behind the woven basket of fish she brought out.

___ held her swollen belly and laughed loudly, slowly getting up from her position over the edge of their home and walking towards her daughter, taking the fish and getting ready to cook dinner. “‘Wari, what did we just talk about earlier?”

“I know, flower. But I still do not like his staring!”

Ao’nung just shook his head and sighed, this was going to be a long night.

Friends ... Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that's too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn't it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk .... pervy 🥴

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18+NSFW|MDNI tw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of "spunk"😍, pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy

Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.

What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?

Anger.

Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.

If I even still have a job in the morning.

Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.

You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!

You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.

“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—

Wait a minute.

Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”

Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.

Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…

Well, that was a different story.

The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything. That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.

“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.

Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.

“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.

The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.

Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—

“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…

But you had other plans.

You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.

All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.

It was fun too.

He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.

“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.

The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.

Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.

Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.

Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.

He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.

You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“So umm—would you like to maybe go on a date?”

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Stamping a Tramp

bottom!ftm leon x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,866 ☆

AFAB Language Used

i kinda hate this,,,😭

CW: Non-Con, Unconscious Sex, Slut Shaming, Victim Blaming, Nipple Play, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Objectification, Spanking, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Recording, Squirting, Corruption, Dumbification

You met Leon at a party in someone's dorm and he got so drunk that he passed out, leaving him in your care. You brought him to your room since he never told you what dorm he was in and let him sleep in your bed. Out of good faith, you took off his uncomfortable looking clothes. Just his jacket and jeans though, you left him in his underwear and shirt. You were going to leave him alone and sleep on the couch but he turned onto his stomach. You couldn't let a drunk person sleep in that position, so you were going to move him. But you noticed that his shirt rode up and you saw something weird on his lower back, a tattoo. Out of curiosity, you pushed down the band of his boxers just a little bit to find out that he has a tramp stamp.

You found Leon very attractive from the moment you met him. You put those thoughts aside in favor of his well-being, but now that you've seen his secret tattoo, you're not sure you can hold back.

You trace your finger along the prominent black lines and think about what you could do to him. He's completely unconscious, he wouldn't fight back. And if he woke up, he wouldn't have the strength or energy to get away. You sort of feel bad for having these thoughts but how couldn't you? With a body like that, it's only natural for you to be aroused by it. Plus, with that tattoo, it's clear he wouldn't mind.

Your dick wants you to rip his underwear off and fuck his amazing body but your brain wants you to take things slow. Just this one time, you decide it's okay to play with your ‘food’ before eating it.

You turn him onto his back and take his shirt off, revealing his large chest. You grope them and roll your thumbs around his nipples. You lean in and kiss his now hardened nub before swirling your tongue around it. You suck on his nipple while massaging his chest. Leon doesn't react much but if he were awake, he’d be a mess. You switch to his other nipple, sucking on them desperately. Leon’s breathing turns unstable as you stimulate his nipples, getting close to his peak. He's probably having an amazing dream right now. You bite his nipple, causing him to have an orgasm. You pull away from his chest and pause, watching his breathing stabilize and his body relax. You don't want him to wake up just yet.

You turn him back onto his stomach and grab the belt he was wearing. You tie his wrists together with the accessory as a precaution. You pull off his underwear and take a moment to admire his body. He has a perfectly plump ass and a fat pussy. You've never wanted to fuck anyone more than you want to fuck Leon right now. You run two of your fingers up his wet sex before shoving them inside his entrance, his pussy welcoming them with a tight hug. You're surprised that he isn't loose, but you're not complaining. You drag your digits in and out of him for a minute or two before pulling out. You stick your fingers in your mouth and taste his sweet juices before grabbing his waist and raising his ass in the air. You pull out your aching hard-on and align it with his hole. You force yourself inside him, finding it difficult to push your way inside. He’s almost unnaturally tight but you eventually manage to get yourself fully inside.

You rub his clit in circles, attempting to get him to loosen up. Leon’s breathing turns irregular as you do so. He lets out soft sounds and unconsciously moves his hips. Leon’s body tenses up as he orgasms again, his pussy spasms around your length before it relaxes completely. You start to slowly slide in and out of him, taking in the amazing feeling of his cunt.

“Taking me so well..” You murmur, running your hand up and down his back. Leon starts to wake up, shocked that can feel something thick inside him. He’s too drowsy to do anything, all he can do is take it and hope you stop.

“s…stop..” He pleads, his voice just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Stop?” You laugh. “With a tattoo like this, you don't have the right to say that.”

Leon grimaces. You mean the tattoo he got thanks to a dare. He was saving up to get it removed before anyone could see it..

“Just relax and let me fuck this tight little pussy.” You spank his ass. “You know, you almost feel like a virgin.”

“I was.” He frowns.

You pause your thrusts. “Is that so?” Leon can practically hear your smirk. “Think I might keep you to myself then.”

Before Leon can respond, you're resuming your movements at a faster pace. So fast that his ass jiggles with each thrust. Leon bites his lip, he can't handle the way your cock slides in and out of him. It's too big, too thick, it's overwhelming. You place your hand on his neck and bury his face into the pillow, stopping him from breathing.

“Gonna turn you into a cum dump, baby.” You spank him with your free hand. “Make you a human pocket pussy.”

You can hear muffled sounds of protest coming from Leon.

“Aw, you don't like that? It's too bad that your feelings don't matter.” You chuckle. “Your only use now is to be fucked.”

Your words soon get drowned out as Leon starts to lose consciousness again. Tears rapidly fall down his face as you fuck him without remorse. He’s so lightheaded that it starts to feel a little good. You thrust into a part of his cunt that makes him see stars, his loud squeal gets muffled by the pillow but you know what it means. You angle your thrusts to hit that part repeatedly, your constant hits to his g-spot keeping him from falling unconscious. He can't even consider relaxing his body with the way you're assaulting his pleasure spot. God, he feels so good. He can't pretend that he doesn't.

Whatever Leon’s saying gets muffled so you decide to grant him the ability to speak by pulling on his hair and lifting his head up. “What is it, doll?”

His thoughts get thrown out the window thanks to him discovering a kink he didn't know he had. “Cuh- coming~!” He exclaims dreamily. Leon rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly as he chases his orgasm. Just as he's about to come, you stop.

You turn him onto his back and chuckle at his confused expression. He frowns and turns his head to the side, embarrassed as he comes back down to earth and realizes how shameful he was being. He can't believe what came out of his mouth. But regardless of that, he still wants to come. He’s completely humiliated but he's never felt that good before, he wants to feel it again.

You dig your nails into his waist and ram into him at full force, fucking him without a single thought for how he feels. You take one hand away from his waist, your other hand gripping his skin harder, and bring it up to his neck. You wrap your hand around it and choke him. His moans only increase from that, he hates that he likes it. He squeezes your cock and rolls his eyes back, an erotic look on his face. His vision turns fuzzy as he gets back to his peak, praying you’ll let him come this time. Unfortunately for him, you stop once you spill your seed inside his warmth. Once again preventing him from coming.

You pull out and spank his pussy, sending a surge of pleasure through Leon’s body. “Look at you, all wrecked from my cock.”

“Fuck you.” He grits his teeth. He’s mostly upset at you for taking advantage of him, but a small part of him is pissed that you wouldn't let him come. He reasons that he only wants to come so he can feel less terrible as you fuck him, but in reality, he just wants to feel good. “You- you sick—”

You land a harsh smack to his face. “Stop lying to yourself, I know you like this.” You take your phone and start recording him. “I wonder what would everyone think if they saw you like this..” You smirk, easing back into him.

“Don't-”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” You slap him again. You sigh and shake your head, fucking him with slow yet hard thrusts. “Dolls aren't supposed to complain.”

Before Leon can reply, your hand reaches down to his clit. He decides to shut up and let you please him. Maybe he'll finally be able to come.

You point the camera at his face. “You wanna come, don't you, Leon?”

He whimpers in response.

“Beg for it.” You fuck him faster.

Leon wants to come, so bad, but is it worth his pride? He’s doing this on camera too…He feels so good and no matter how hard he tries, he can't deny the pleasure he's feeling.

“..please-” He pauses. “Please let me come! I wanna come! Please!” He exclaims, feeling his orgasm approaching. He’s completely different from normal, he's slowly being ruined by you.

“Such a good little doll..” You keep rubbing his clit and move your phone to capture his entire body.

Leon arches his back and squirts, letting out a loud and shameless moan. You don't stop fucking him even as he starts to cry and whine. He’s never had an orgasm like that before, it was so much more intense than anything he's ever felt and you're not even giving him a second to recover. He starts to completely lose all the fight he had in him. He’s no longer gritting and bearing, he's embracing this. His lips form into a wide grin, unabashed moans coming out of his mouth.

“Imagine everyone's reactions when they see this video..” You chuckle. You have no intention of making this video public, you just want to see Leon’s reaction. “All your friends would find out about how you're just a stupid little slut. Isn't that right?”

Leon giggles dumbly and nods. “‘M a stupid slut~”

“And this stupid slut wants me to come inside him again, doesn't he?”

He nods rapidly. If you asked him this earlier, he’d have begged you not to. But now he wants whatever you want. He agrees with whatever you say.

“You’re perfect now. So fucking good for me.” You groan. “What a perfect cum dump.” You say as you bury yourself deep in his cunt, flooding his insides with cum. You pull out and rub his clit, gracing him with the ability to come again. Leon whimpers and tries not to move around too much. It's too stimulating but he can't help but want to chase the pleasure.

Leon lifts his hips and squirts all over you, a dazed look on his face before he passes out.

confusion- izuku

one of my favourites// an anon requested this SO long ago m sorry if u see this but its worth i swear

consensual sex// condoms (good things!)

warnings: kidnapped izuku, size difference, implied stockholm syndrome, implied age difference, belly bulge, cock drunk izuku, cum play, restraints, cum inflation, somnophilia, improper prep, reader with long sharp nails, scratching n marking

MINORS FEM DNI // TOP MALE READER CONTENT

your hands roamed izukus body, as he was forced to sit on your lap.

it was the third day since you had found him.

it was the third day since he was captured, and he wasn't sure on how much longer he could resist.

you looked at him with such gentle eyes and kind smiles, it was hard to believe that you were the same person that could destroy whole communities, especially when you massaged his hips or ruffled his hair.

you never did anything to him though, but it was the constant touches that slowly leaned him onto you, almost using you as a source of comfort. but it was ripping him into pieces, he was falling for a trap, and now he was in too deep.

izuku was still restrained, but he sat on your lap as you whispered into his ear. "you're so good f'me, why is that baby? you would look so good pressed up against my side, why not join us? i sure wouldn't mind seeing your cute self here everyday." your words were like honey, sweet and smooth against his ear as your breath tickled his neck.

izuku whimpered, "i-i, u-uh!" you chuckled at his lack of words, knowing what you wanted to do. "i've been thinking, and uh, you're so cute, and i can't keep controlling myself around you. you look so easy to ruin, but i need to know now. do you want it as much as i do?"

izuku swallowed, before shyly nodding his head, afraid his voice would fail him. the rumble of your chuckle made him shudder as your hands slowly started to roam more intimately. your movements were so gentle, but your hands were so rough! you licked and started to nip at his neck, his much smaller body having his nipple tweaked and pinched as he squirmed in your hold.

he was still restrained though! so all his squirming made him grind against you. the sensation of him rubbing against your clothed cock made you groan, a deep rumbling filling the room as the vibrations were felt up his neck.

"m'sorry 'zuku, but you're so fucking cute, makin' me all riled up. just wanna stuff you so bad, make you leak my cum till you're all puffy. wouldn't ya like that?" izuku moaned out at the thoughts, getting another chuckle as a result, getting goosebumps when you pulled his pants down, and ripped off what shirt was remaining. you had long, claw like nails, and the sensation of them scraping against his skin in such a primal way made him leak precum.

you fondled him through his boxers, lifting him to get access to his chest as you grabbed his cock and lightly fondled him, before pulling your pants and underwear down, and letting him sit on your cock.

and boy did he gasp out, it was so big, and hot. he could feel the veins pulse against the fabric of his boxers. he could feel you grab his waist as you glided your cock against the fabric, the tip touching the bare skin on his back as he felt the warmth of your precum.

you had some lube hidden in your pants, and as you stood up to fish it out, you saw izukus eyes bulge as your monster cock throbbed and bounced between your legs.

you lubed up some fingers, before ripping his boxers, enjoying the ripping sound before roughly stretching him out, trying your best to be patient.

izuku started to pump out moans, feeling your thick fingers stretch him out, as your nails scraped against his walls. he was so tight and slick against your fingers, trying to suck you in.

you couldn't wait. so you didn't. and you knew he wanted you in the moment he started to grind against your fingers.

you quickly put on the condom, before circling the tip against his rim, as you sunk him down. you didn't give him a choice, forcing him to sink down as he sat in his restraints, starting to get cock drunk as he enjoyed the sensations.

your hands grabbed his ass and squeezed hard, relishing how he tightened around you as you scraped his smooth skin, watching as the skin turned red. you wanted him to remember this night.

your large hands wandered to his tummy, rocking him against you as you pressed into the flesh, feeling your cock stretch and ruin his insides. izuku found feel the pulse of your cock even more as you pressed harder. "look at that zuku! you're too small to handle my cock! even your tummy is stretching to fit me!"

izuku let out a pornstar moan before squirting, the cum squirting from his tip and onto the floor.

that made you laugh, your precious boy couldn't handle you.

you tried to rock him again and thrust him, but he kept on shaking and moving, starting to get overstimulated. "now now 'zuku, you're being bad. don't make me punish you, baby." there was an edge.

"m'sorry! j-just too much! t-too big! t-too wide!"

"y'know, youll get used to it, especially if you become one of us. maybe ill show you, because you're just so cute!"

you paused, feeling his breath hitch as he started to throb, feeling you pulse and leak precum into his tummy, making it bulge as it made him feel warm and fuzzy.

your hands went under his thighs, as you stood up, and let gravity do the work. izukus eyes rolled to the back of his head as his tounge rolled out, slobber leaking from his lips. the bulge in his stomach was much more prominent as you picked him up by the hips and dropped him down, stretching his thighs as he was exposed to the world.

"imagine if anyone saw you, love. so good f'me, and so stretched for me. anyone who came in would see how well you take me." izuku just let out another cock-drunk moan as his cock bounced, before dribbling precum. he could feel your cock in his stomach!

seeing his expression and his body made you thrust harder and harder, losing yourself to the pleasure. you don't remember how much time had passed, but by the time you were finished with him izuku was passed out in the same position, tears running down his face and drool all over his body as it ran down his mouth. his fluids leaked all over his cock and the floor, and his ass was puffy and red. your muscles were sore, but it was so so worth it.

you groaned and grunted as you felt yourself snap, before cumming inside of izuku. it seemed like the sudden burst of warmth was enough to wake him up as he spurted again. his body was on fire, but in such a good way.

you could see his inflated tummyy get really big now, as you drew your fingers up and down the inflated tummy.

izuku sat there as you leaned down, with him flush against you. you pressed a few kisses as you thanked him for being so good, before pulling out and pulling the condom off of you.

his eyes were glued on the condom, seeing how much cum you spurted into it. it made him upset that it wasn't inside him, and it seemed like you read his mind. you grabbed the condom, and his chin before forcing his mouth open. you grabbed his tongue, and turned the condom upside down, watching as your thick seed flooded his tongue.

izuku moaned at the taste, before swallowing it. he could feel your eyes on him as you looked at him in desire. but you wanted to make sure he was well rested for all the activities you were gonna do to him, so you had to control yourself and clean both of you up.

so as he laid flush against you, he wondered what he was gonna do. could he really be strong? what if he had to face you?

he wasn't sure if he could do it.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☼ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lexi howard x male!black!reader

☼ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mention of sexual activity

☼ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐞𝐝)?: Lexi Howard with a really buff black himbo bf is something that makes everyone around her jealous - anonymous.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 730+

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Through trial and minimal effort, Lexi Howard obtained a brick house.

𝘈/𝘕: This lacks the jealousy component, but it's the first thing I've successfully written in a week so I'm a little proud. Send the requests in, and if you've already sent one expect them to be posted tomorrow and Monday!

Your muscles caught Lexi's attention first.

The cheer team decided to work on the side of the field while the football players practiced, and Lexi just so happened to be waiting for Cassie on the bleachers.

The sun was beating down on the field and cast a golden glow making you and your exposed skin in that cropped muscle tee and basketball shorts look damn near angelic.

She watched as the underclassmen nearly collapsed in exhaustion from exertion and the heat while you smiled and yelled words of encouragement as you and the rest of the upperclassmen carried on.

The girls joined Lexi at her spot on the bleachers. Maddy insisted on waiting for Nate. Lexi went back to pretending to do her homework, but when her eyes left the papers in her lap, and she'd fumbled pencil hand too many times, the rest of the group quickly spotted what held her attention.

Maddy leaned forward over her shoulder to directly see what Lexi stared at.

"Y/N? That's who you're staring at, right?"

The rest of the girls turned their wandering eyes to you. 6 feet something and built like a brick wall, it was hard not to see you.

"Tall, dark, and handsome? He's your type Lex?" Maddy continued to inquire, the matchmaker cogs in her head, turning as her eyes went from you to the book nerd in the seat in front of her.

<3

The next time Lexi saw you was in the hallway. She was on her way to her next class and quite literally crashed into you while rushing to Calc on the third floor.

Pretty impressive for her not to see you. Even more impressive was how you caught her before she hit the floor with her books.

You grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close to your chest.

Her cheeks immediately reddened when she realized who'd caught her and spread to her neck when her eyes met yours. Wide and doe-like eyes, and a large hand reaching up to grab her cheeks as you checked her for a possible injury.

Books still spread on the hallway floor, but all Lexi could focus on was the warmth of your palm and the color of your eyes.

"Airhead, we gotta go to lunch, 'm hungry."

The brief encounter between the two of you was stopped short by Nate hitting your shoulder, dropping to pick up the remaining books of Lexi's, stacking them back in her arms and following Nate down the hall.

'Handsome and a gentleman.' Lexi concluded as her eyes followed your movement through the students in the hall.

<3

Bumping into you became a regular occurrence. It wasn't on purpose, but each time Lexi found more and more joy in seeing the strain of your biceps and deep concerned tone.

Bumping into each other turned into acknowledging each other's existence while passing in the halls. You brightly waved at the girl so much smaller than you while her friends giggled around her, cooing, "Y/N and Lexi, sittin' in a tree…" and other jokes once you'd passed.

And soon, those smiles and waves turned to casual conversation, and Lexi learned something.

If she had to name a fictional character that mirrored your personality, it'd definitely be Thor.

Your skin was obviously far from pale, and your hair grew to the sun instead, but much like the god of lightning in Marvel, when you and Lexi spoke, each conversation left behind a disorienting feeling.

"… he's like an environmentally-destructive Steve Jobs-"

"Who?"

"Who- Do you mean Steve Jobs or Musk?"

"Yes."

"Which one, Musk or Jobs?"

"Yes."

"WHICH ONE?"

<3

You were each other's New Years' kiss. And this time the collision was intentional.

You'd been acquaintances for months at this point, and she leaned in to kiss you when the crowd screamed 'one!'

From that night, the two of you began dating.

You follow her like a golden retriever and her indulging in your idiotic insistent thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Lexi walked into the kitchen, naked under your shirt, legs wobbly and unstable as a semblance of last night's activities. Your parents were out of town, so Lexi stayed with you for the week.

"Seeing if I can actually be electrocuted by shoving a fork into a toaster," you said casually, hunched over the counter, fork in hand.

"Y/N, nO!"

Lexi loved her very buff, very idiotic boyfriend (sometimes).

Housewife! Izuku Midoriya X Neighbor! Male! Reader

Cw: cheating, male on male, sex, aged up characters (ofc)

Imagine being Housewife Izuku Midoriya’s sexy neighbor. Everyday when his husband leaves he goes to the window to watch your usual shenanigans. He stares in utter awe, gazing upon every inch of your muscular body that you show off as you tan in the sun. You only wear tight swim trunks that allow for a fantastic view. Izuku craves a real man like you, a friendly one that’s also a total hunk. So one day he asks for your help with ‘plumbing’, innocent enough, right? You obliviously take the request, not noticing how Midoriya is ogling you up and down in your tight, gray shirt and shorts.

You come over to fix the pipes, just to realize there is no problem with them—if anything they’re more than fine. You go to check on him in his room, and there he lies, in nothing more than a widow’s robe and red lingerie...And let’s just say Midoriya definitely got the ‘plumbing’ he wanted so bad.

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos

lie detector test w influencer or actor y/n and bkg. Asking all the juicy questions either to each other or from the interviewer. From like Twitter questions/interviewer it would def be juicy funny questions like “who do you think is a better kisser” or some shit and from each other it’s like “do you actually get annoyed when I ___” and just overall gossipy but so funny to see each other intrigued by the answer lol

okay so fuck me because i wrote this and then it didn’t save as a draft so back again. FAVE TYPE OF FICS ARE THE YOUTUBERY JOINT VIDEO INTERVIEWS !!! LOVE THEM !!!!! edit: fank u to those who helped me with the questions !! my brain was not working

bakugou would hate them. he doesn’t get worried about many things, he usually always has his strength and skills to back him up in most cases. but sharing actual intimate feelings, thoughts and opinions with the world isn’t his thing. he likes the way the public only knows what he lets them know though he also knows your questions are gonna push him far out of his comfort zone.

you’re both wearing the same designer. it’s part of the shoot with the magazine and you look stunning. bandeau top and maxi skirt. while he’s in an easy cream linen shirt and black slacks.

“y’look beautiful,” he says to you, honest and true. he drags your hand onto his lap when the makeup artist that was patting your face finally leaves.

“thanks gorgeous but don’t try and butter me up now. i’ve got all my questions ready,” you grin and bakugou answers by pecking your lips.

“you’re not gonna try ruin my name are you?” he smirks and you only shrug.

“maybe.”

he’s strapped up first. velcro bands at his arms and chest. apparently they’re checking his heartbeat and blood pressure. wires at his temples and scattered all over his skin. honestly it reminds him similarly of a mission he was on a few years back and when he was captured but he pushes that to the back of his mind.

“hello everyone! i’m yn and this is—,”

“katsuki.” always katsuki with you in interviews. on his own he’s dynamight. the thought makes your chest heat.

“and we are doing the lie detector test! katsuki’s already wired up so i’m going to be asking some raw, hard hitting questions.”

bakugou’s eyebrows raise and you know he’s dying to say an inappropriate innuendo. you both blink at each other before you burst out laughing and he smirks.

“yeah, what she said.”

the first one is easy but it’s what you want to hear. you already know the answer, you’re sure the whole world does since this isn’t something he keeps a secret.

“do you love me?”

bakugou grins at you. you’re holding a clip board, eyes bright at excitement towards him and he soaks it all up.

“no. not at all,” he says. he sort of regrets it right after because he sees a hint of disappointment behind your eyes. it’s not like he tells you daily and you’ve been together for a year now.

john, the lie detector guy shakes his head behind you. “he’s lying. a lot. his heart rate is high.”

bakugou flexes his fingers, looking down at them, “just checkin’ this shit works.”

you kick his foot, “don’t lie about that!”

bakugou drops his head onto his shoulder, slow smirk, “you know i love you though?”

a rare bakugou katsuki for the viewers. even the crew is leaning in to know more.

you’re all overwhelmed by his attention, whispering a tiny, “shut up.” then, “@dynamiteforever212, dynamite spelt the right way, asks who do you prefer? deku or yn.”

bakugou scoffs, “obviously you. you’re both annoyin’ though, especially together.”

you fake a gasp, hand to your mouth, “you’re jealous of our beautiful friendship.”

“yeah, no. i think i have more benefits with you than he does.”

you chuckle, “you’re so annoying. next question, @virtualizated asks would you be okay waxing my ass hair?”

bakugou breathes out heavy through his nose, not expecting that question. “no. you should keep it.”

you cover your grin with your mouth, “you’re so silly.”

john speaks, “erm, answer is inconclusive.”

you turn back to katsuki, “you’re lying?”

bakugou shakes his head, “yes i would wax your ass. yes you should keep it.”

“you’re nasty.”

“just for you,” he grins and you roll your eyes.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“do you genuinely think you love me more than i love you?”

bakugou scoffs. this is a conversation you have a lot in your relationship. a cute ‘love you’ ‘love you more’ exchange gone wrong. he knows what the truth is and you’re wrong.

“yeah i do. i do. you don’t get it.”

“he’s telling the truth.”

“see it’s true, i do.”

you frown, “no that just means your head’s so big you think you’re right.” you look at the cameras, pointing at bakugou with your thumb, “i love him more.”

he stares down the camera lens, “she’s wrong. i do.”

“we aren’t doing this again.”

“you brought it up baby.”

“just checking you’re still delusional.”

“sure i am.”

you flick through your cards, “@moominsuki asks, do you think i’m more attractive than you?”

bakugou rolls his eyes. these questions feel obvious, don’t the viewers have eyes?

“of fuckin’ course you are. you seen her? you seen yourself?” he points at you, “i pray to whoever’s up there daily that you keep me around another day.”

your smile fights it’s way onto your cheeks and you feel your body getting warm from his attention.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“you say that like you aren’t completely gorgeous.”

“but babe, we’re not the same. i know i’m not ugly but you’re actually different.”

you bite down on your lip before letting go. he tells you this at home but having an audience to this conversation makes you shy. “good different?”

he nods and there’s no room for you to disagree, “miles away from me. good different.”

you both stare each other for a few seconds, him looking longingly, a tilt of his cheek while you can’t stop fidgeting. you look away abruptly, “okay, n-next question!”

“have you been jealous of anyone recently?”

this time bakugou isn’t as quick to answer so already you know the answer.

he groans, throwing his head back but not being able to move from being strapped in the chair. “how are you askin’ me questions you already know the answer to?”

“because when i asked you before, you denied it.”

bakugou tongues the inside of his cheek. looking at you then away. he’s sexy when he’s stubborn. tense jaw, intriguing frown. even his muscles bulge when he crosses his arm across his chest.

“yes i have been.”

you smirk, “when?”

“oi, let’s wait for john to answer.”

you roll your eyes, “john?”

“he’s telling the truth.”

bakugou grunts, “fucker.”

you laugh, “okay when?”

“i’m sure you’re not even allowed this many questions,” he mutters but he still gives in anyway, “when we had that dumb hero event and that guy started flirtin’ with you.”

you roll your lips in your mouth, loving the entertainment, “why were you jealous when you know i love you?”

bakugou blushes, red flushing his neck and the apples of his cheeks. “i am not admitting this in front of the cameras.” he jolts his head to them and you watch all the crew studying you both, eager for an answer.

you cross your arms, “fine.”

“dynamight, could you? just for editing sake?” a staff member chips in and you do too, “come on dynamight!”

he huffs, closing his eyes before opening them, “he looked similar to your ex boyfriend, who i look nothing alike.”

you pout, rubbing your hand across his thigh, “and you know i love you, that’s an irrational thought and—,”

“you’ll always choose me. yeah i know. you all happy now?”

you and the camera crew all begin to nod.