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"Slow downnnn." You whine as Katsuki fucks into you from behind. He replies by way of a quick smack to your left ass cheek. "Hey!"

He cackles and continues his frantic pace.

"Katssss, this isn't fun." You moan out. You're lying through your teeth - each swift thrust of his hips feels absolutely delicious. The delightful drag his cock pumping in and out of you feels like heaven - and at this angle he can hit really deep if he tries. And, oh, is he trying.

But Katsuki likes when you're bratty about it, so instead of praising him, you complain.

"Oh, is my girl not enjoying herself?" He asks. You cry out when you feel him slide out of you unexpectedly. The loss is devastating and your pussy flexes and flares around nothing, longing to be filled up again. You squeak in surprise as he flops down on the bed next to you and rolls you on top of him. "I know a position that will be a little more fun for you."

He pulls you up so that you're straddling him, and slides you down onto his cock. He quickly adjusts, spreading out his palms under the meat of your ass so he can guide you up and down.

"Here, baby. Now I can look at ya." He grins wickedly up at you as he bounces you up and down on his cock. "Is this more fun?"

"Y-yes, Kats." You toss your head back and groan as you feel him hit a particularly good spot deep inside of you. Your pussy is so happy it's practically glowing. "Keep going."

"Wouldn't dream of stopping, sweetheart." He grunts out as he thrusts up into you with a stamina only a Pro Hero can manage. "I can go for as long as you need."

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His kisses are so soft, so tender - you almost forget that this is a booty call.

A one night stand.

A one fuck fling.

But the way he's fucking you in missionary doesn't feel like a one night stand...it feels like he's making love to you.

He tucks his face into the side of your neck as he slowly rolls his hips, his cock stretching you out in a sweet way that brings tears of pleasure to your eyes. With each rut into you, his wings puff up behind him in a way that's more endearing than sexy. You can tell by his quirk's reaction that he's really enjoying it.

"God you feel good, birdie." Keigo sighs, planting a wet kiss to your jaw as his hips flex again. Your pussy flutters around him, pulling him in deeper of its own accord. "Fuuuuuck." He moans out and the sound is practically musical.

"Ah! Kei...you feel so good." You groan, enjoying the comfortable pace he's set. Your hips rise easily to meet him on his next thrust and he curses again under his breath.

"What was that?" You tease, unable to help yourself. He peaks up at you, his face scarlet. It's cute the way he blushes as he fucks you.

"I've just wanted to fuck you for so long - ever since I saw you at that press conference. This feels like a damn dream or something." He mutters softly. You reach up to softly stroke his wings. The feathers quiver beneath your gentle touch. You hadn't realized that the feeling had been mutual for so long. Ever since you'd interviewed him at the winter Hero Billboard press night, you hadn't stopped thinking about him. Those crimson wings and those deep golden eyes and the slim dip of his hips. After that night, it seemed like the two of you kept falling into the same orbit. Had that not been a coincidence? You had kept ending up together - at press events, galas, on air. It had all culminated tonight. After your press coverage of a resolved incident, he had asked you for a drink.

"Baby...keep touching my wings?"

Baby.

You ignore the pet name and stuff your fingers more fully into his feathers. They quiver and shake around your hand, but you continue to stroke and caress and give them love all the same. Keigo makes a soft keening noise in the back of his throat in response.

"You like that?"

"Fuck, birdie...I love it." He fucks you even more slowly, making each motion of his cock inside you feel intentional, thoughtful.

"Next time I'll take you out to dinner first." He says, lifting his body so he can hover over you. He presses a kiss to your cheek, your nose, your mouth. Your lips chase his as he pulls away, looking down at you through heavy golden eyes. It's funny how he's just as chatty in bed as he is in press interviews. "There's a great Italian spot by my place. We can make a night of it. Plus...the window behind my bed has a view you'll just love to look out when I take you from behind."

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"You want to have sex. With me?" Shoto sounds uncertain, his usual flat tone is infused with a wavelength of emotion you've never heard before.

"Yeah." You say, leaning across the small sticky coffee shop table so you can scoop up his hand into your own. "I do."

"Um." Shoto glances down at your hand. "I don't know what to say."

You release his hand, deflated. "Oh...so are you not interested? I just figured we've been on like ten dates so I thought we could at least discuss it."

"It's not that I'm not interested..." He says slowly, rounding his mouth around the words. "I haven't had sex before. So I wouldn't know what I'm doing."

"Oh." You're surprised by this. Shoto has just turned thirty, and your big thirtieth birthday isn't far behind. You've both been pretty popular on the Pro hero scene for the better part of a decade. Shoto's dated plenty of pretty starlets and pro heroes before you - girls who love the spotlight and look glamorous on magazine covers. You've assumed that he had been intimate with more than a few of them. You're surprised to find that you're wrong. "You've never had sex before? What about...I don't know...oral sex? Or, um, have you had a hand job?"

He shakes his head no, then takes a deep sip from his mug of tea. You glance around you to make sure there aren't any eavesdroppers, but the shop is mercifully empty. The two of you are inconspicuously tucked into a corner beneath a collection of leafy pants.

"I've never really felt comfortable doing those kinds of things with anyone." He takes another gulp from his cup. "But I'd be open to trying it with you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. I like you as more than a friend, I've known you for a long time, I'm comfortable with you and I'm attracted to you. The last time we kissed, I had an erection afterwards." Something you've always liked about Shoto is his blunt, no-nonsense approach to life. But this is...a lot of information to take in.

"Wow, Sho. I...I feel the same way. I mean - obviously I didn't have an erection after we made out last week, but I was definitely turned on." You say weakly, taking a sip of your own tea as you stare at him with wide eyes.

"So what do we do now?" Shoto reaches out and re-takes your hand. His palm is warm against your own. "I'm free the rest of the afternoon - should we go back to my apartment?" You're surprised by how eager he looks all of a sudden. There's been a shift in the energy - now that you've offered up sex and put it on the table, he seems to be buzzing about it.

Your brain is moving a thousand miles a minute. You take a deep breath and try to approach the situation as you would a work emergency. What would Pro-Hero Y/N do?

Hmm...she would start slow and take small steps forward. Get Shoto comfortable with the various aspects of sex and sexual response and attraction.

"Maybe we start slow. Take off each others clothes. Touch each other. Maybe some hand stuff."

"Hand stuff?" He looks at you blankly.

"I'm assuming you've never fingered someone?"

"No, I have not."

"Alright - so I'll show you what to do there. And I can give you a hand job. You can show me what you like when you touch yourself, and then I'll try to emulate it. With a twist, of course."

He nods excitedly - he's already standing up and shrugging on his coat. He tosses a twenty down on the table to pay for your drinks.

"Well we'd better get going then. I've clearly got a lot to learn." His tone is lower than usual, and before he buttons up his long coat you swear you can see his arousal through his sharp slacks. The image tingles in your brain, shooting electricity straight down to your pussy. Your brain wanders for a moment - wondering what Shoto looks like naked. How his Pro Hero muscles could ripple beneath your gentle touch. How big he might be.

"Okay!" You rise from your chair and he's already behind you, helping you into your jacket. The man wastes no time. His touch lingers on your lower back as you slide your arms into the long sleeves.

You leave the coffee shop, the door jingling behind you as the pair of you step out into the cool winter air. Shoto reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"I'm excited about this." He says, his voice honeyed and smooth. "I promise I'll do my best." The pledge makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb. If there's one thing to be said about Shoto Todoroki, it's that he keeps his promises. Also, he's meticulous and thorough in everything he does.

"Maybe we should call a cab." You say, feeling your panties dampen more with each step. "It'll be faster."

"Good idea." He looks down at you, eyes sharp and filled with an emotion you've never seen before. "I want to get you naked as soon as possible."

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Hitoshi kisses up your right thigh as he pulls your left leg over his shoulder.

"Toshi - not here!" You whine, gesturing around you at the empty classroom. Hitoshi ignores you as he pushes you further back on his desk, kneeling between your legs. "Someone will catch us."

"Don't care." He mutters as he continues to kiss and lick and nip his way towards your panties. He pushes your skirt further up for better access.

"But I care - mmm." You can't even finish your sentence, he's pulled your panties to the side and is swiping gently across your clit with his thumb.

Hitoshi looks up at you with heavy lidded lavender eyes, his mouth quirked up in a mischievous smirk.

"Listen, sweetheart. I just want you to sit back, relax, and enjoy." And with that, he brings his mouth down to your pussy and starts to absolutely devour you.

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"Touyaaaaa..." You whine as you turn your key in the lock of your boyfriend's apartment. You easily push open the door with your foot. "Touyaaaa! I had a bad day."

You fling the door wide open, and the scene before you makes you drop your bag to the floor with a surprised "thump."

The first thing that catches your attention is the living room TV set - it flickers through a generic looking porn scene. A couple fucking doggy style. The sound is muffled, volume turned down low. The busty blonde on the screen moans, her breasts bouncing in time with her lovers' thrusts as she's fucked senseless.

The second thing you see - and you can't believe you didn't notice this first - is Touya sitting on the couch with his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles. His shirt is pulled up a bit, revealing his pale abs in the evening light. He's leaned back comfortably amongst the decorative throw pillows you insisted he buy, his head leaned across the back of the couch as he watches the porno. He's stroking his cock in time with the porn couple's fucking, his bright eyes transfixed on the television as he jerks himself off. A bottle of lube rests next to him on the couch cushion. Based on the way his cock and abs are all glossy, you tell see that he's already used quite a lot. Your pussy twitches to life at the scene. He looks so...hot. You want to absolutely devour him.

You quickly slam the door shut behind you, lest any of Touya's neighbors catch a glance of the shocking scene.

At the startling sound of the door, Touya graces you with a glance. He continues to stroke himself as he tilts his head to the side and shoots you a lazy look. His mouth splits into a teasing grin.

Ugh that fucking smile.

You feel heat and arousal pool in your core as his bright blue eyes dart around your body. You shift uncomfortably on your feet as you feel your pussy throb beneath his intense gaze.

"I know what'll fix your bad day, beautiful." He says, staring you dead in the eyes as he slows down his pace. Oh - so he was listening to you then? You watch his hand slide up from the base of his dick, shiny with lube. His body shudders as he slowly works at the tip. His pupils are blown wide as he stares you down, his length aching for your attention. "Come climb on my cock."

You don't need telling twice.

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"Fuck a baby into me, Izuku." You lay your palms flat against your boyfriends chest and push. He stumbles backwards, back knocking into his bedroom wall. You press your hands against him again, bracing him there. "Do you need to be told twice?"

Izuku stares down at you, face flushed. His green eyes are dark with arousal, pupils blown wide as he takes in the confident set of your mouth. You mean business.

"Here. I'll make it easier for you." You strip off the rest of your clothes. You've been making out with Izuku for half an hour, and your t-shirt and jeans lay somewhere long abandoned on the Pro Hero's floor. You whip off your bra, tossing it behind you without a second thought. Izuku's eyes widen as he gazes down at your breasts - he looks ready to devour you. Next, you shimmy out of your panties, letting the damp cotton material drop to the floor with a light plop.

You turn your back on him - crossing his bedroom in two strides so that you're standing over his bed. You drop down, resting your elbows on the plush mattress and waving your ass in the air. Bent over like this, you know that your pussy is perfectly on display - lips glistening with arousal.

"Well? I'm waiting." You taunt.

It only takes a moment for him to scramble across the room to you. You hear a thump as his knees hit the floor - a moment later his face is absolutely buried in your pussy as he eats you out from behind.

"Oh fuck. Izuku! Fuuuuuck." You cry out as he hits every pleasurable spot he can find with his tongue. He brings up a calloused finger to play with your clit as he lavishes you with his mouth. After a moment, you're finally able to regain enough of your composure to issue another command: "I thought I told you to fuck me? Get to it."

This time, Izuku gets straight to the point. After a few last licks, he gets to his feet and clumsily shoves down his boxers. His hot cock springs free - already leaking with arousal as he presses it against your pussy. He moans as he slides his cockhead back and forth against your dripping entrance. It feels slippery and delightful - if he doesn't get inside of you soon, you feel you'll go absolutely insane with want.

"Baby." He says, voice cracking on the second syllable. "You want me to knock you up? Want me to fill you with my c-cum?"

"Yes. God, yes." You moan as he pushes the tip of his cock inside, opening you up. He goes in slowly, letting you feel each inch of him stretch you out. You'll never get over how good it feels to have his bare dick inside of your pussy - you never want to go back to condoms. Not when getting pounded from behind by Izuku's raw cock feels this damn good.

His pace is messy, frantic. You've wound him up far too much and now you're going to pay the price. But if you wanted slow, methodical sex, you wouldn't have teased him so much.

"I'm gonna cream pie you, baby. Fill you up. Make you mine." He's so far gone, he's muttering incoherently. His thrusts are sloppy, and you doubt he'll last long.

You thank god that you thought to get an IUD earlier this year, there's no way you could ask him to pull out when you're both so horny and desperate like this.

"Fuck, Izuku. Show me how much you love me." You groan, glancing behind you to see how absolutely wrecked you've made this man. He's blushing hard as he chases his high, his hair plastered against his forehead with sweat. His freckles stand out - cute specks on his flushed cheeks. Fat, hot tears of pleasure dribble down his face (Surprising no one, Izuku's always been a crier during sex. The emotions of love making are just too much for him.) He's so fucking beautiful, and someday you'll give him all the babies he can ask for. "Cum in me, babe. Please. I need it."

Izuku lets out a soft moan. He loves pet names of any kind. The intimacy of them drives him crazy.

You feel his cock twitch deep inside you, and you know he's about to fall over the edge.

"I'm g-gonna..." He's so pussy-drunk that he can't even form a full coherent thought. You thrust back on his dick, making it clear that you're ready for him. He shatters.

Izuku cums hard - thrusting deep inside of your tight heat. His hips stutter as he fucks hot ropes of cum into your waiting pussy. You gasp at the feel of it - no matter how many times the two of you do this, you'll never get used to the feeling of being so completely filled.

You cry out as he finishes, letting your pussy milk the final dregs of his orgasm out of his balls.

"I g-gave you all I had, babe." He gasps, pulling out of you slowly so he can watch the thick cream drip from your pussy and down your thigh. "Think it was enough?"

"Y-yeah." You say shakily, unable to rise from the bed. You feel shaky and spent. "It was definitely enough."

Izuku drops onto the bed next to you, sprawling out and taking up space as he catches his breath. His chest rises and falls quickly as he stares at you, hearts in his eyes.

"Getting that IUD was the best birthday gift you could have given me." He says softly, face still flushed. You grin back at him adoringly.

"Think you'll be able to rally for round two soon?" You ask, wiggling your butt in the air.

"For you? Always."

You laugh, rolling onto your side so he can spoon you.

You wonder aloud: "Who would have guessed that Pro Hero Deku has a breeding kink?"

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"Katsukiiii stop it! I already finished - "

Katsuki's absolutely devouring your pussy and is currently using the flat of his tongue to tease at your aching clit. He pauses for a moment to look up at you with glittering crimson eyes. His chin glistens with your slick arousal, and the way he licks at his lips as he makes eye contact with you should be a crime.

"I think you're good for at least two more."

Your eyes practically bulge out of your skull. "...two more?" You ask weakly as he adjusts your legs where they hang over his shoulders. He smooths his hands over your calves, making sure you're still comfortable before he answers you.

"Orgasms, stupid. I'm gonna make you cum at least two more times before we go to bed."

"Kats, there's no way I can - fuck!" He ignores you, returning his face to it's place between your legs.

He teases at your clit with the tip of his tongue, smirking when your thighs shake in response. He slides his hand up your body and pinches at one of your nipples, rolling the delicate nub between his calloused fingers. You cry out in pleasure, feeling heat build up in your core once more.

Holy shit - he's gonna make you cum again!? Just like that!?

He keeps at it - teasing, sucking, licking, pinching...

And in the end, he's wrong.

You cum three more times - he doesn't stop at two.

He's a ProHero, after all. He's dedicated to excellence.

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"You want me to slow down, Kats?"

You look down at your boyfriend whose face is deeply flushed. He gets like this when he's horny - all blushing and splotchy red. He's gazing up at you with a fucked-out expression - his eyes are wide and his mouth slack. He takes a moment to get ahold of himself, blinking quickly and refocusing his eyes on your face before he answers.

"Nah, sweetheart. Keep going - we're doing whatever you want tonight, remember?" He smiles, wide and genuine. "But thanks for checkin' in. Appreciate it." God, you love him.

It's the first time you've truly taken charge in the bedroom, and the two of you have both been taken by surprise at how much Katsuki loves it. You've been bossing him around for the past half an hour - talking down to him, telling him what position to assume. You currently have him laying on the bed, arms flat on the mattress above his head as you ride him.

"Alright, good. Then shut up and take it like a good little slut." You snap, switching back into a harsher tone. You roll your hips, letting yourself enjoy every inch of his perfect ProHero cock deep in your pussy. Katsuki moans at the contact, his hands twitching on the mattress. You know what he's thinking - he's dying to grab your hips and bounce you up and down on his cock. But tonight - that's not allowed. Tonight, you have complete control.

"You better not take those hands off the mattress." You say warningly as you flare your hips again. His cock slides even deeper into your tight heat. You feel him throb inside of you desperately. "You better be a good boy for me, Katsuki." He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoys the feel of your sweet cunt stretched around him.

After a few more bounces on his dick, he opens his eyes again so he can take you in. Your boyfriend stares up at you with adoration, watching as your tits bounce with each movement of your hips. You feel the tip of his cock hit a spot deep inside that drives you wild and you start to fuck him even faster, chasing your high.

"Fuck you feel so good, Kats." He grunts at the praise. "Ah! Ah...baby, I'm gonna cum."

That shatters him - Katsuki can't retrain himself any longer. His hands fly to your hips and he helps you pick up the pace, ProHero strength allowing you ride out the best orgasm you've had all month. You cry out as you cum, creaming around Katsuki's fat cock and making an absolute mess of yourself. Your boyfriend's not far behind you, finishing seconds later. His cock pulses inside you, spilling out his hot seed in a few quick pumps.

The two of you breathe heavily as you come down. You fall forward and collapse on Katsuki's sweaty body, your boobs squishing against the hard muscles of his chest. His arms wrap around you automatically and you notice that he's shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

You rest like that for a few minutes - Katsuki's strong arms around you and his cock going soft inside of you. Finally you raise your head a little so you can look him in the eyes - he's absolutely blissed out and starting at you punch drunk with love.

"Babe, that was - "

You cut him off with a glare. Hi mouth falls shut before he can finish his sentence. He stares up at you, waiting.

"You didn't listen to me, Katsuki." You throw a growl into your voice, dangerous. Sexy. "I didn't say that you could touch me. I guess I get to punish you now."

Katsuki's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. He kisses the only thing he can reach - your left shoulder - and says: "Yes, please."

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Touya looks up at you, eyes simmering with heat.

"Say it again?" He asks in a soft voice. His face is unusually vulnerable, his expression open and pleading. For once, he's not scowling.

He's kneeling on the dirty tile floor of a bar bathroom, pressed between your legs. Your bare ass is resting on the lip of the porcelain sink, your legs haphazardly thrown over Touya's shoulders. You're thankful you've been working so hard on your core at the gym, because fuck are you engaging your ab muscles right now.

"Say what again?" You tease, looking down at him through smudged eyeliner.

"Don't." He says, pressing a messy kiss to your inner thigh. His mouth is covered in your slick. He presses a kiss a little further up, taking a moment to suck on your skin in a delightful way that makes you hiss. You'll wake up tomorrow covered in illicit hickeys. You can't wait to see the damage he's done. "Don't play with me sweetheart."

"Finish eating me out and maybeee I'll say it." You hum, reaching down to smooth his dark hair from his forehead.

"Ugh. Fine." Touya rolls his eyes as he dips his head back between your legs. "So fuckin' bratty."

"Just how you like - " You suck in a sharp breath as his tongue makes contact with your clit. He gets back to work - swirling his tongue up and down your pussy. Licking and sucking and making an absolute mess of your hot cunt. You moan at the contact - he's just so goddamn good at this. It doesn't even matter that you're shoved in this uncomfortable position in a grimy dive bathroom. You forget all about your group of friends that might be waiting for you at the bar. You could care less if there's a line outside the door a mile long.

Touya finds the right rhythm and pace with his tongue and you feel your face flush in anticipation of an orgasm.

"Ah - ah! Touya right there! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." You cry out, not bothering to muffle your voice as Touya eats you out in time with the bump of the bar DJ's music. You feel the base of the music vibrate through the sink and rattle your teeth. Touya keeps going.

When you come, it's like a goddamn explosion of stars in your pussy. You practically glow with the warmth of it. Touya guides you through it with his tongue, making sure to slow down and lick in time with the frantic beat of your clit. As you ride out your high, you finally say the words he wants to hear:

"Touya, baby, I love you."

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At 6 o'clock on the dot you storm into the apartment in a work-induced rage. You toss your bag to the ground and manhandle your jacket off of your body with the angst of a thousand fiery suns. When you finally shut the door you throw back your head and let out a guttural "ughhhhh!"

Shoto watches you from the couch, unblinking as he dips his hand into a Tupperware of roasted chickpeas you cooked for him the day before. He worked all of last night so he's currently lounging in comfy clothes watching some nature documentary. His hands are bandaged up and healing from a particularly tough battle so he's been granted a few days off to recover and catch up on paperwork.

"Shoto you won't believe what my boss said to me today. Corporate work is so fucking frustrating." You pull at your hair and stamp around the apartment - tossing your keys on the kitchen table with a clatter. You open the fridge, look inside, slam it shut. You're just so damn wound up you can't even figure out what to do with yourself. You turn around to march towards the bathroom - maybe a calming hot shower is just the thing you need to switch off this abhorrent mood. You turn on your heel and walk right into Shoto's strong chest.

Sneaky bastard - he moves so quietly sometimes, like a sly cat. For the umpteenth time you make a mental note to put a bell on him.

Shoto reaches down to rest his bandaged hands lightly on your shoulders. He stares down at you with that intense gaze of his, mouth in a hard line.

"I know what you need." He says seriously, gaze flickering briefly down to your lips and back to your eyes.

Your foul mood simmers. You can't help but be a little bitchy to your sweet boyfriend. "And what the fuck do I need, Sho?" You give him a hard look, but he remains unfazed.

"You need a good fuck." He says, completely serious. No hint of sarcasm or teasing can be found.

Your eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"Whenever you get this frustrated with work or your friends or politics, sex always seems to make you feel better. It mellows you out. Would you like me to fuck you? I have some free time right now since I'm off from work." He looks down at his hands pointedly. They flex around your shoulders and the bandages rustle. "I probably shouldn't use my hands much, though. So I can't do that thing you like."

You look up at Shoto, stunned. You've been together for years and sometimes you forget how unnervingly straight forward he can be.

You suck in a deep breath, the tension in your body already melting away as you recall how good Shoto feels inside of you. Your pussy crackles to life - all of a sudden your clit is practically begging for attention.

"Yeah, Sho. Fuck me?" You look up at him with glimmering eyes and he doesn't need telling twice. He slides his hands from your shoulders and bends down so he can carefully haul you up into his arms. You let out a laugh as you feel his thick biceps flex around you. You can almost guarantee that seeing Shoto naked will cure all of your troubles. He carries you off towards the bedroom and you can already feel him hard and ready in his sweatpants.

"I missed you today." He says as he tosses you lightly onto the bed. You bounce as you hit the mattress and it rips another giggle from your tense body.

"I missed you last night. I hate when you get into fights." You look up at him with big eyes, recalling earlier this morning when you saw him return home all bloody and bruised.

"I know. I'm sorry." Shoto say softly, leaning down to place a kiss on your temple. You close your eyes at the delicate contact of his lips against your skin, feeling the warmth of the kiss spread through your body like the glow of a bonfire. "I try to be careful. I know you worry."

When your eyes flutter open, you take in the way that Shoto stands over you posessively, all tall ProHero bulk. He peels off his shirt, revealing rippling muscles and hard-earned battle scars. He unceremoniously steps out of his shorts and underwear, his cock rock hard and glistening with precum.

You wriggle out of your own clothes as he stares you down with those beautiful mismatched eyes. He takes his dick in his hand and pumps, moaning openly as he starts to jerk himself off while staring at your breasts. God, you love his cock. It's the perfect length for you - 6 inches long with some weight to it, leaning slightly towards the left. You love that you're the only person on Earth who knows how his hard cock looks.

Shoto leans forward over you to grab a pillow, placing it under your butt so you'll be more comfortable. His movements are delicate - you ache as you realize that his hands must really be hurting beneath all of those bandages. You reach for one of them, bringing the bandaged material to your lips for a gentle kiss. He looks at you with such fondness you feel that your heart might melt.

"Thanks, love."

You open your legs for him and lay back on the bed, all thoughts of work temporarily forgotten as he slides himself against your entrance slowly. You both shudder at the contact - your pussy is slippery and wet and ready to be filled with his pulsing cock. He takes things slow, enjoying the way your body slides and stretches around him as he pushes into you. You let out a moan as Shoto fills you with his cock, all frustration has vanished. All you can do is focus on the feel of Shoto and his goddamn perfect dick inside of you.

When Shoto's almost all the way inside, he pauses to look down at you through light lashes. "I'm glad you were up for this." He says softly, thrusting forward lightly to bottom out inside of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot deep inside of you that no one else has ever come close to touching. "I can definitely use some stress relief, too."

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"Let's make a baby."

You drop the glass you're dying over the sink and swear as you watch it fall to the ground. It tumbles end over end, almost in slow motion. A moment later, it's back in your hands - still fully formed, no shards on the ground. A crimson feather zooms out from where it's wrapped around the glass - Hawks has used his quirk to save the day. As per usual.

"Excuse me?" You snap, holding up the glass with a shaky hand. "And stop doing that. Don't surprise me, you know I'm clumsy and break things."

"I mean it. Let's make a baby." He says, leaning across the countertop on his forearms. His hair is tussled and wet from a recent shower, his t-shirt and sweatpants clinging sinfully to his damp, slim frame. "I want to put a baby in you right now."

"Kei..." You groan, rolling your eyes. He's been saying this a lot lately, especially whenever you're being particularly domestic. You make dinner - baby talk. You take his hero costume out for dry cleaning - baby talk. You tell him not to forget his lunch - goddamn mother fucking baby talk. You often wonder aloud if his bird quirk includes some biological drive to reproduce. He honestly doesn't know.

"Come on baby - just let me fuck you. Right here. Right now." He pushes away from the counter and walks around to stand next to you. He reaches down and grasps at his package through his sweatpants - he's already hard. You place the glass on the counter to prevent yourself from dropping it again. You stare - jeez the way his sweatpants hang around his waist is absolutely delicious. The way his dick boldly bulges in his pants for you causes a spark of desire to shoot straight to your pussy.

Keigo keeps talking as he slips the waistband of his sweatpants down, revealing his hard, flushed cock. "I'll bend you over the counter, I'll suck on your clit a lil' - just the way you like. I'll eat you out and then...then...when you're nice and wet for me I'll slip inside you and fuck you until I knock you up." His pants drop to the floor and you can't help the way you moan as you look at him - his muscled thighs still damp from the shower. He steps forward, dropping his dick. He cages you against the counter, between his hard, muscled Pro Hero arms.

"Kei...we shouldn't." You giggle as he nuzzles into your neck, placing a hot kiss at your pulse point.

"Well I think we should." He whispers, sliding his hands down your sides and scooping at your ass. In one fluid movement he's lifted you onto the countertop, biceps flexing a bit with the effort of it. You forget how strong he is sometimes. It makes you swoon a bit.

A moment later, he's pulled your shorts off. They lay abandoned on the ground alongside your inhibitions. Keigo bends down and brings his mouth close to your pussy. He lets out a hot breath, smiling up at you as you feel your desire pulse and throb.

"What do ya say, birdie? Make me a daddy?"

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"H-holy fuck." Hawks groans as you ride him, nice and slow as you please. "Do you thank all the Pro Heroes who save you like this?"

He's splayed out on his back on your clean, white sheets. Blissed out. His visor's still on, but his headphones and the rest of his hero costume are strewn indiscriminately across the room. It's twilight outside, and that sweet peach of a summer sun is slipping beneath the city's blurry horizon line outside your window. Only a few hours ago you had been on your way back from the laundromat when a low tier thug had approached you with a knife and attempted to mug you. Hawks had swept in and saved the day without a second thought. He'd stayed with you to chat as you did your laundry. Then he'd asked you for coffee. Coffee had gone on for three hours and after a lot of winking and flirting on his part, you had point blank asked Hawks to hop in your bed. (After he'd helped you put out your freshly laundered sheets, of course.)

Needless to say, he didn't need any convincing to strip down and pull you on his cock.

You engage your thigh muscles and drag yourself up up up - teasing Hawks so that he'll think you're getting off the ride. His golden eyes are wide as they watch your lithe body move. Before he can beg you to sit back down, you slowly slide yourself back into place. The slick sound your pussy makes as it engulfs his hard cock is downright sinful. You try to commit it to memory.

Hawks lets out a whine, watching as your soft breasts bounce in the low light.

"Maybe you should save me more often." You say as you roll your hips again, reveling in the way his thick hardness stretches you out. "I like giving out rewards to esteemed winged do-gooders."

"Oh, baby." Hawks says, closing his eyes and sitting up so he can wrap his arms around you. His wings puff out behind him, filling the space with crimson. He buries his face in your generous chest, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the smooth swell of each breast before he looks up at you with earnest eyes. You smirk as you feel his stubble scratch against your soft skin. "If that's the case, I'll save you every day of the week."

You place a hand squarely on his chest and push him back down onto the bed. He lets himself fall back easily, eyes upturned as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.

"You sure we don't need me to put on a condom?" He asks uncertainly, staring at the spot where his dick slowly disappears into your bare pussy again. And again. And again. "'Cause if you keep this up, I'm definitely gonna cum soon."

"Nah." You grin down at him as you pick up your pace, sliding up and down that perfect cock of his. You lean backward and grip at his thigh for balance. "Feels better like this. All natural."

"Yeah. Right. Natural." He groans, his eyes rolling back in his head a little. You're fucking him dumb and you know it.

"Hey, Hawks. You good down there?" You laugh. He stays where he is - eyes half lidded - and raises up his arm to give you a solid thumbs up.

"I'm close, sweetheart." He groans from down on the mattress. You pick up the pace - shifting from a slow ride to a furious pounding fuck. His sharp intake of breath in response practically makes you cum on the spot.

You reach down and grab the visor off of his face, flinging it to the side. There's a satisfying clatter as it hits the wall to your left before landing on the floor. Good. Now you can see that pretty face fully. He's got the loveliest cheekbones and a cute sloping nose. His golden eyes are still half lidded, he's barely holding himself together.

His hands twitch and make their way to your hips, holding on for dear life as you bounce and roll on top of him. Your pussy gobbles him up again and again with a wet, wicked squelch.

You place your palms down flat on his chest for leverage, reveling in the strong defined muscle beneath your fingertips.

When Hawks cums, he cums hard.

He holds onto your hips like they're a lifeboat and he's a man drowning. His fingertips are sure to leave tiny bruises in their wake. You bounce up and down, eyes wide as he fills you up with hot spurts of baby batter. His eyes are squeezed shut as he pumps you full. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, feeling your pussy pulse as it pulls every last drop of thick cum out of him.

You groan as you ride out your own orgasm - the grip of his hands and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely filled throwing you over the edge.

What a pair you are: A Pro Hero making his last save of the day, and an unwitting would-be victim (aka a gal just trying to get her sheets washed at the laundromat).

Damn. You think as you both catch your breath and come down from the incredible high. Now I gotta go wash my sheets again.

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Hawks has been with people before – but never quite like this. He always does what’s expected of him, what’s desired of him – when people want to sleep with the Wing Hero, they want to experience the persona he puts on for the cameras at work. So, he puts on a show. He’s Number 2 Hero Hawks – cocky, witty, always a little too cool. He says all the right things; he even winks in the act.

But here he is now with Dabi...he's stowed away in some trashy L.O.V safe house trying to sleep with a goddamn villain. And for the first time, he feels he doesn’t need to perform. He can just take what he wants. No need to make conversation or act the part of the cheeky, aloof hero. Whatever happens next will be dictated by pure need.

“Get up. And loose the damn coat.” Hawks hisses, pushing lightly at Dabi’s chest. Dabi grins, and for once in his goddamn life, he does as he’s told. He peels himself slowly off of Keigo, but takes a moment to roughly grind his hips down into the hero, eliciting a gruff gasp. “Sorry.” Dabi quips, and he sounds anything but.

The blue flame villain gets to his feet and shrugs off his jacket, casting it aside on the coffee table. He looms over Hawks. He’s wearing a clean, white V-neck shirt that shows where his burnt, purpling skin is stapled to tanned soft flesh. He sinks his hands into dark jean pockets and cocks his head to the side, clearly saying “what next?”

Hawks slowly gets to his feet, sizing Dabi up. Without warning, he attacks, sweeping his leg swiftly beneath Dabi’s own – throwing the patchwork man to the ground hard. Dabi lets himself fall to the floor with little resistance, his head hitting the carpeted floor with a small bump. His eyes narrow darkly and his smile grows wider. “So you like it rough?”

Hawks throws himself down on top of Dabi, catching himself on the floor in a plank position. He’s hovering above Dabi’s body, one knee between the man’s long legs.

“Well I’m certainly not here for romance, sweetheart.” Keigo growls, before dropping himself on the blue flame villain. He buries his face in Dabi’s neck, licking a rough stipe down crisped skin before sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh of his shoulder. Dabi lets himself groan appreciatively at the contact. He moves to hold Hawks to him, his left hand climbing up the back of the hero’s head and threading itself back in his spiky hair. He lets his right arm to caress the sensitive crimson feathers that protrude from the shorter man’s back. He slowly activates his quirk in that hand, letting Hawks feel the heat building up against his left wing.

“These feel…flammable.” Dabi laughs darkly, digging his hot hand further into Hawks’ feathers. They’re papery to the touch – like fallen leaves in autumn. His finger slips alongside the edge of a larger feather and feels it cut deep. A bead of blood drops onto the wing, hitting with a sizzle. Hawks flinches slightly beneath Dabi’s searing grasp, but continues to bite and kiss his way across Dabi’s collarbone.

“So I’m your weakness then? Fire.”

The hero doesn’t respond, sliding a hand up to roughly push Dabi’s face to the side to shut him up. He pulls the collar of the villain’s shirt down low, revealing sinewy muscle and a line of staples beneath his collarbone. Keigo moves his mouth lower and slowly, deliberately draws his tongue along the seam between burnt and healthy skin. Dabi’s eyes widen and his body convulses with an involuntary shiver. No one’s ever touched him like that.

Hawks notices the response, doubling down on his efforts. He crisscrosses his tongue across Dabi’s chest.

The villain’s silence is resounding. He lets the heat on his fingertips die down, ensuring the safety of the feathers beneath his fingers. He lets his mind go blank for a moment and stares dazedly at the ceiling. His fingers twist in the wing hero’s hair, encouraging him to keep going. Hawks obliges, licking and sucking lightly on the blue flame villain’s damaged and abused skin.

After a few minutes more, Hawks pulls his lips away from Dabi’s scarred body. “You’ll need to lose the shirt if you want me to keep going.” He whispers, breaking the silence. "I'm only just getting started."

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"Take it down a notch, babe." Katsuki hisses through barred teeth, his shaking hands reaching out to grab at your hips. You bat them away and continue to ride him at a brutal pace, even for you. His cock slides in and out of you with quick precision. Every throbbing inch delicious in your tight cunt. "If ya keep up that pace - uh - I'm gonna c-cum."

It's not often that you make Katsuki stutter like that. He must really be close.

You grin, not bothering to slow down.

"Nah-uh." You scold him, shaking your head as you press your palms more firmly into his bare chest. The silvery lines of his scars glimmer in the low light. "It's my night to top. You gotta be quiet and take. it. like the good boy I know you can be."

Katsuki's eyes go wide. He loves it when you talk to him like this in bed, and you practically feel his cock swell inside of you as you call him a good boy.

Katsuki doesn't say another word, doesn't protest. He just lets his hands fall back to the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a light bounce as he gives in. He closes his eyes, his expression strained as he tries to keep himself from cumming too quickly like an amateur. He hasn't used your safe word yet, so you know that he's truly enjoying the quick tempo of your hips rocking against him.

When he finally cums, he lets out a groan that's so desperate and so sexy that it pushes you over the edge as well. You feel his cock twitch as he fills you up, thick waves of cum shooting deep into your pussy. It's so satisfying to watch him let go when he's under you like this. Katsuki is always in control, always barking orders at work or at your friends. But here, in your bed, he is able to just loose himself. When he's underneath you, he's no Pro hero. He's not an alpha male wannabe bossing around his buddies at the bar.

When he's under you - he's just Katsuki.

You ride out your own orgasm, pussy twitching and kicking around his still-hard dick. He's such a perfect fit for you - hitting every good spot inside you with shockingly accurate precision every time you fuck. But when you get to ride him, that's when he truly shines. His cock becomes a tool for your pleasure - a way for you to get off as he watches from the bed. He loves it - loves watching you please yourself on his thick, juicy length.

Your body finally gives out, exhausted and cock-drunk. You flop forward and fall on top of him; your breasts squishing against his hard muscled chest, your hair draped across his face. It takes a while for your breath to return to normal.

Katsuki's eyes are already getting heavy. After nearly an hour of foreplay, hard fucking and cumming, you don't blame him for being loose limbed and tired. You smile as you card your fingers through his thick blonde hair, muttering under your breath:

"Good boy."

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You hate big fights, but you love making up.

You make a mental note to start a small fight again next month, as your boyfriend Dabi methodically pounds into you from behind. His hands grip your hips with an almost bruising force as he slams into you. You cry out in delight as each stroke.

"Gotta show my baby how much I love her." He says in that low, deep voice of his as he slows his pace. "Gotta show you how very sorry I am."

"You're sorry for what you did?" You quip. "You're not doing a very good job of showing me."

You flash a daring look over your shoulder and Dabi stills, dropping his hands from your hips.

"Oh, is the princess not happy with my apology?" He raises an eyebrow and slowly pulls out of you. You make a sad little whining noise as your empty pussy throbs at the loss of contact. "Maybe I just need to try a...different...approach."

Before you can say anything, he flips you onto your back. The mattress dips beneath your weight and you look up to see your boyfriend grinning down at you.

Here's the thing about dating a villain - you're never quite sure what he's up to.

You lay back and bite your lip nervously, looking up into his bright eyes. His dark hair falls into his face in a way that makes him look bad. Bad and damn sexy. You reach up for him but he rolls his eyes and bats your hands away.

"Can't you see I'm busy princess?" He says slowly, sounding almost bored as he gets down on his knees and pulls you forward on the bed. He pulls your legs one at a time over his shoulders, his face looking absolutely sinful when he brings it down to your pussy. He looks up at you through thick lashes, his piercings glinting in the gentle light of your bedside lamp."Try to enjoy it, okay?"

You don't have time to answer him before his mouth is all over you. He's pressing gentle kisses along your labia, using his tongue to draw patterns up and down your inner thighs...you can't help the whimper of want that escapes your mouth as he passes over your clit without so much as a glance.

He continues to play with you - teasing, kissing, caressing - but avoiding your most sensitive spot at all costs. You start to beg - pleading, cajoling. "Please, baby. Please just lick right there. Please touch my clit? Please. Please. Please."

Dabi loves to hear you beg. When he's finally had his fill of hearing you plead, he pauses in his caresses.

"You ready for my big, show stopping apology, kitten?" He uses a finger to trace around your clit, still methodically avoiding it with each gentle stroke. "Ready to see how sorry I am that I hurt my baby's feelings?"

You all but choke out your response. "Yes!" making him smirk. You're so easy to wind up, and he loves it.

"Okay." He says teasingly, in an almost sing-song voice. "But remember - you asked for it." It's funny - you've seen every side of this man. The cruelty, the villainy. The goofy, the sardonic. But even after seeing all those sides of him, you're still always surprised at the parts of him he brings into the bedroom. He's never cruel in bed - just pushes your buttons. He'll mock and tease, but he'll never be mean. It's unexpected. You had always pegged him for a full on masochist, but instead he just likes to play with you until you cum.

He bends forward and swirls his tongue around your clit. Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling and grabbing at soft black locks. Your legs shake as he starts to steadily take you apart, using his mouth to lick and suck your most sensitive points. You're so turned on and wound up that it only takes a few deep licks for you to cum.

As you hit your high, you cry out his name. You can see the glint in his eyes as he holds you steady, licks you through it. Your entire body trembles as he guides you through the best orgasm you've had in months. You can't even remember what the two of you were fighting about at this point - it must have been something so trivial and stupid. But damn, this feels fucking good. You praise the gods for allowing a petty fight to lead to this intense of an orgasm.

As you come down, everything feels loose and giggly and shaky. You laugh at the way Dabi's hair sticks up oddly from where you've pulled at it. He flashes you a toothy grin and pulls himself up to lay down next to you, his hand finding yours.

You lay side by side in silence for a few minutes, staring idly at the ceiling fan and its repetitive rhythm.

"What were we fighting about again?" Dabi asks, breaking the silence.

"I don't know. But I really don't care." You answer, yawning. "Can we fight again in an hour or so? I think I wanna cum again tonight and post-argument sex leads to the best arguments."

Dabi lets out a bark of a laugh. "Sure, princess."

Suddenly there's the distant sound of a crash, followed by a swear. Shigaraki is yelling about the fridge door having fallen off it's hinges again.

You turn your face to the side and lock eyes with Dabi.

"That's what we were fighting about!" Dabi says with a grown, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an oncoming headache.

"Ugh. You idiot." You don't have the energy to throw a pillow at him, so you settle for hitting him with an intense glare.

The fridge has been broken for the better part of the month - the door constantly swinging off the hinge and falling on whatever unlucky LOV member was hoping to grab a cold energy drink. Dabi was supposed to spend the afternoon fixing the fridge, but he had abandoned the lost cause of a chore in favor of playing video games with Spinner.

"We better get our clothes on." Dabi says quickly, eyes wide with panic. Usually Dabi isn't one to give a damn about what Shigaraki wants done around the lair, but from the way their leader is yelling in the kitchen right now - he's out for blood.

"Escape out the window?" You ask, sitting up and searching for your jeans.

"Escape out the window." He agrees, pulling on his shirt and causing his hair to puff up with static. "Damn, I really wanted to eat that pussy again tonight."

"You still can." You say as you pull on your underwear.

"Ugh. Where should we hide out this time?" Dabi says as he zips up his pants, hiding away that incredible monster cock in his jeans. Screwing up chores is not an irregular occurrence. Dabi is constantly getting on Shigaraki's nerves. It's a wonder their fearless leader keeps the idiot around.

Suddenly, your struck with inspiration. "I know!" You say brightly. "Let's go fuck in Shigaraki's room. It's the one place he won't think to look for us."

Dabi grins ear to ear, sweeping you up into a short smooch before grabbing a hoodie off the back of your door. "He's gonna be even more mad when he catches us."

"I'll blame the whole idea on you if we're caught." You say, throwing him a wink.

"Careful now, it sounds like you're picking a fight with me." Dabi says teasingly as he laces up his shoes.

"Well you know what they say," You laugh, tossing Dabi his keys as the two of you walk towards your escape route. "The better the fight, the better the sex!"

Dabi spares you a genuine smile. "Don't I know it."

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Keigo holds you close as he fucks into you from behind.

“My angel, my everything, my sweetheart…” he’s desperate, words jumbling together as he spits out every term of endearment he knows. He does this when the two of you hookup - as soon as he gets inside of you he melts into this sappy fuck. It's not like the two of you are even dating. Just a weekly hookup between heroes to take the edge off and work out all the tension that comes with being on top.

The way he gets so mushy gushy during sex didn't used to bother you. But over the past month or so you've kinda...caught feelings. It wasn't something you'd intended to do! But it's impossible not to fall for Hawks - he's charming, funny, good at his job. He's sweet at work and he's even sweeter in bed. How could your heart not go head over heels for this overgrown chicken!?

You're wrenched from your train of thought as Keigo's hips buck up in a new direction, the tip of his dick hitting a delectably sensitive spot deep inside of you. You let out an unexpected gasp at the contact, and Keigo preens.

"You like that, baby?" He murmurs, wiggling his hips and angling to hit the spot again. "Does that feel nice? I bet no one else's cock can make you feel good like this, huh?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just hammers into you. He groans with each thrust - overwhelmed by the tight feel of you around his thick cock. He’s so pussy drunk he can barely keep his eyes open - golden irises shining out between the narrowed slits of his eyelids.

Keigo’s strong hero fingers press against the skin of your hips with a strength that’s fit to bruise. You hope it will - you can’t wait to admire his fingerprints in the bathroom mirror come morning. You want to go home with a souvenir of the nights' exploits. You love the way he fucking marks you like this, the way you'll bear the reminder of how well he can fuck on your skin for a few days afterwards.

You gasp as one of his hands releases its clutch of your hips and snakes its way between your legs. He finds your clit instantly, swirling his fingertips around you with a frantic flick of his wrist. You feel heat pool in your lower belly, your orgasm building and swirling within you like golden stardust.

"Kei..." You groan out, your breath stuttering as you feel the telltale signs of your high rushing at you like a train. Your whole body gets warm, your cheeks flush with heat and your legs start to tremble. You concentrate on grounding yourself, on keeping your quirk in check. The last thing you need is for your quirk to go ballistic as you finish. You do not want that to happen again.

“You gonna cum for me, love?” Keigo keeps up his steady pace, the luxurious slide of his cock making you moan as it hits the most delightful parts of you. You concentrate on feeling every inch of him as he flexes his hips, fucking into you with practiced skill. “Are you all mine?”

His tone becomes fierce, possessive. You love it when he talks like this, when he acts like he wants you to be his past the hookup. You choke out some vague sounds of encouragement as your pussy flares around his dick, muscles contracting as you reach your high. Your quirk rumbles and begs for release as well, but you hold fast. You keep all of that power inside as best you can - the last thing the both of you need is for your fire quirk to take over. After all, those fierce but delicate feathers of his look...flammable.

Cumming around keigo’s cock feels so delicious you can barely stand it. You feel your gaze become heavy lidded as you ride out your orgasm - pussy pulsing around his thick length.

“Oh, baby, you’re too kind to me, far too kind.” Keigo mutters out as your pussy pulls an orgasm from him as well. “This is…oh! So, so sweet…”

He groans as he cums deep inside you, his dick pulsing as he pumps you full of his essence. And fuck does it feel good. You could do this every night for the rest of your life and still never be satisfied.

When he finally pulls out of you and rolls away on the bed, you suddenly feel a wave of melancholy wash over you. In a moment, he'll catch his breath. In another moment, he'll tug on his pants and be on his way. And you'll be left naked, alone and chock-full of this indescribable desire.

You watch as he takes a beat, then sits up and grabs his pants, pulling them on one leg at a time. He stands and tugs them up over his muscular thighs, buttoning them over his toned stomach.

"Going comando?" You ask, trying to sound fun and light and like you don't care so deeply for this man who only stops by to fuck you once a week.

"Heh. Yeah." He says, not even bothering to glance at you over his shoulder.

He calls you such wonderful things in bed. But that's just sex, right? None of that really matters, not during the day time...

"Same time next week?" He asks, pulling his shirt over his head and letting his wings stretch and poke through the slits cut into the back of the fabric. "I'm thinking next time you come to my place."

You look up, surprised. You've never been invited over to his place. You've always just fucked at your little downtown apartment with the broken fire escape.

"What do you think, Y/N?" He turns around and grins at you, all teeth. "We can even make a date of it. I'll take you to my favorite dinner spot."

A...date? Is he serious.

You must looked stunned, because his face falls and he stops fidgeting with his clothing. He flops back next to you on the bed, watching as you pull up the sheets around your naked body protectively.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His golden eyes glint in the light of your bedside table as he leans towards you. sweetheart. Your brains scrambles as it tries to recall a time he's called you this outside of sex.

"This...thing we have between us." You say slowly, mouth feeling around the words. "I don't really understand what it actually is? You want to take me to dinner?"

Keigo stares at you blankly for a moment, then bursts into laughter. Your eyebrows must be raised so high up, they're likely in your hairline.

"Um...am I missing something here?"

Keigo calms down, his laughter rolling to a chuckle.

"No, no. You're not missing anything. I'm just an idiot." Keigo says, reaching out to place his hand over your own. "So...I've kind of had this crush on you for a while. And I was hoping that maybe I could naturally bridge our hookups into getting to know each other better and maybe we'd just kind of...I dunno...realize over time that we are perfect for each other and practically dating? And just naturally transition into me being your boyfriend? Is that some sort of stupid manipulative shit or something? I'm truly sorry if it is, I'm still trying to wrap my head around all the shit the Safety Commission put me through as a kid and I - mm!"

You cut off his rambling with a kiss, your lips locking and sliding easily against his. He leans into it hungrily, bringing his hands up to cup your face like you really do mean something to him.

"You have a crush on me?" You ask quietly when the two of you come up for air. He stares at you and nods, the kiss having temporarily sucked away his power of speech. "Then why do you always leave after we sleep together? Why don't you ever stay?"

He blinks a few times, then his mouth curves into a smile. "I didn't want to be too clingy or obvious. I thought if I left right afterwards I'd be mysterious and it would make you want me more."

"Oh my God." You push him away from you. This is so stupid and embarrassing...but he was right. It did work. Every time he's left your bed, he's made you want him more. Left you wondering where he was going, why he couldn't stay to spoon for at least a few soft minutes together. "You're such an idiot. Take off your clothes. Get back in this goddamn bed."

Keigo looks at you, really looks at you. His eyes scanning your face as he processes what you're saying (and, more importantly, what it means).

"You want me to stay?" He says quietly, words barely above a whisper. The wind whistles outside your window making you both jump.

"I've been wanting you to stay every damn time we fuck." You say as you reach for him and start working his ridiculously bright shirt up and off of his torso. "Now get back in this damn bed and let me hold you."

Keigo starts giggling madly, letting you strip him down. It only takes a minute to get him naked again. He crawls back under your sheets, peppering your face with little kisses and muttering how gorgeous you look by the lamplight. You roll your eyes and laugh along with him as the two of you tuck into each other, bodies folding together as if they were formed from the same clay.

You settle into a comfortable silence, your head resting against his chest. His heart beat light and fast - a bird quirk thing - beneath your ear.

"I've had a crush on you, too." You say, looking up at your cieling fan as it spins infinitely above you. “For a long while.”

“What should we do about that?” He asks as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe we should date.”

“Maybe we should.”

“Correction: I *definitely* think we should date.” You amend, reaching up to tousle his thick blonde hair.

“Then let’s date.” You don’t need to look up to see his face - you know that he’s grinning so wide that his cheeks have dimpled. You can feel him glowing. “I’ve been all in since the moment I met you...sweetheart.”

You groan, suddenly hot and bothered once again.

"I know you like it when I call you that." You can practically hear him wink. "Now get on top of this cock and show me that you're proper girlfriend material."

"It would be my honor." You throw a salute at the ceiling, throwing the bedsheets off of yourself and rolling onto all fours. He's already hard and ready for you. Your whole body feels glittery and warm at the sight of him laying there, all splayed out and waiting for you.

This must be what love feels like.

End.

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Dabi is an Ass man.

You weren't expecting him to be. Hell, you weren't expecting him to be into you, let alone your ass.

Yet here you are, dry humping him in the backseat of some shitty getaway car the League has been using for missions lately, with his hands firmly gripping the meat of your ass.

He kisses up your neck, the rough skin of his scarred face and steel-cold staples catching on your skin in a feral kind of way that makes you gasp. His fingers are digging into the material of your thick denim shorts, sure to leave tiny fingerprint sized bruises on your skin come morning. Even through the hard material of your pants, you can feel his hard cock pressed against you. You whimper as he guides you up and down on top of him, hot friction between the two of you.

"Dabi." You groan out as his clothed cock rubs against just the right spot.

He stops kissing your neck long enough to flash you a bright, mischievous grin.

"Yeah, idiot?" He says, his voice an octave lower than usual. Husky. Hot.

"Don't call me that while we're being intimate." You snap, the hazy spell of your attraction temporarily broken.

"You call this intimate? You're still wearing all your clothes." He complains, drawing back his right hand to land a rough slap on your clothed ass cheek. It stings in a delicious sort of way, the smack dulled by the layers of your underwear and shorts.

"We can fix that." You say, grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling the crop top clear over your head. Your hair floofs out from the shirt collar, puffy with static. Dabi laughs - but it's not that cruel bark of a laugh you're used to hearing around the League hideout. This laughter is soft, sweet. It's just for you. For this moment together.

He looks up at you, taking in your practical padded bra and the random patterns of freckles across your bare shoulders. He brings his hands up to cup your butt again, giving your cheeks a light squeeze. He then releases his grasp, fingers lightly trailing up your back so he can play with the clasp of your bra. He unhooks it in one go.

He looks up into your eyes, his irises blown wide as he meets your heady gaze. He takes a moment to wet his mouth, letting his next sentence simmer on his tongue for a moment.

"I really hit the jackpot with you, didn't I?"

End.

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"We can't be together." Izuku moans as you slide down on his cock, feeling the warm stretch of him inside of you. "We shouldn't do this."

He lets out a breathy sigh as you push up his graphic tee with shaking fingers, wanting to run your hands across those hard hero abs as you ride him. His skin is covered in goosebumps, causing a smile to play at your lips.

Even at thirty, Izuku seems so corruptible. So innocent. You know full well that he's no angel - not with all of the wars and Pro Hero battles he's been through over the years. And you also know from the rumors floating around the Hero community that Izuku is one hell of a lover in bed. You're excited to try and confirm if that particular piece of gossip is true.

"Well..." You say, taking a deep, steadying breath. "We are doing this. So whether we should be or not is irrelevant. It's happening."

You grind down into him and his hands automatically fly to your hips to help you along. He whimpers at how good it feels, how easy. His freckled face is flushed, a blush that creeps down across his neck.

"I can't do this to Kacchan." Izuku mumbles, his eyes half lidded and hazy as he fucks up into his best friend's girlfriend.

"And yet, here we are." You buck your hips again and groan at the sweet friction. Izuku's bigger than you thought he'd be and it feels amazing.

"Ugh. Screw Katsuki. After that thing he said about me in the press last night...he deserves all the punishment he gets." Your anger fuels each brutal flex of your hips as you pick up the pace. Izuku's head falls back onto the couch, his fingers digging further into your skin. Desperate.

"W-we should stop, shouldn't we?" Izuku chokes out as his cock twitches inside of you. His eyes are screwed shut and you can tell that he's enjoying this in spite of himself. He keeps making these desperate little noises in the back of his throat, and his body jumps each time you slide back down on that thick pro hero cock of his.

He's trying to do the right thing, the noble thing by asking you if he should stop fucking his best friend's girl. And yet...you can tell he's fairly close to cumming. He wants to keep going. He wants to fill up his best friend's girlfriend with ropes of hot cum. It's almost painful how much he wants to flip her back onto the couch and fuck into her hard like it means something. You smile with satisfaction - it will certainly mean something to Katsuki when he finds out about this. He'll be livid...and that's when it hits you. An even more delicious form of revenge.

You reach blindly for your phone, it sits abandoned on the couch cushion next to you. You grab it and start clicking buttons as Izuku takes the wheel - guiding your hips up and down on his desperate hot cock.

You scroll through your contacts until you find Katsuki's number, then rapidly smash the tiny camera icon.

"Izuku - can you fuck me from behind? Doggy style? I'm FaceTiming Katsuki and I want to give him a good view."

End.

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He's a little tipsy, and you're a little hot and bothered.

"You kiss sloppy when you're drunk, Sho." You giggle as he leans in for another smooch.

When he's sober, Shoto's a bad kisser. Well, not bad exactly...he's so precise, so in his head. Even after years together he purses his lips in a peck when he kisses you, hasn't yet mastered the art of a slow, sexy make out.

But sometimes, when he's a few drinks in at the bar with your friends, he relaxes enough to kiss you the way you crave. The slide of his lips against yours is lazy, unrushed. You cup his face and lean into him, dragging your teeth lightly across his bottom lip. You pull back, and he looks absolutely punch drunk.

"You were so beautiful in that dress tonight, babe." He half-slurs, mouth already chasing your lips for more. It's sweet. He looks so innocent like this, with wide blurry eyes and an open face. "I wanna eat you out. Can I eat you out?" He asks, looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

You can't help but laugh at how cute and pathetic he looks.

"Not tonight Sho, you're too drunk. Let's get some water in you and get you to bed."

"Alright." He grins at you, wrapping his arms around you in a sweaty hug. "I love you, you know? I thought you should know."

"I love you too, babe." You say, unwinding yourself from his arms and pulling him towards the kitchen for a glass of water. You think you might put on some tea as well. "Now let's settle in for the night."

End.

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As Sero locks the door to his room, he can't believe his fucking luck.

"Sorry it's a little messy." He says nervously, looking back over his shoulder as he ensures that the door is soundly shut. Can't have Mineta wandering in randomly.

You flop down on his bed, your mini skirt hiking up your thighs in a way that's practically sinful. He wants his face between your thighs so badly it makes his mouth water.

"It's not messy at all, what are you talking about?" You say, grabbing the single stray comic book off the bedspread and flicking through it absentmindedly. "I can't believe we've been in econ classes together for two years and I'm only just getting to see your room."

"Well...I've been playing the long game on that one. I didn't want you in my room just to study." He admits, striding across the grey carpet towards you and perching on the edge of the bed.

You grin at him, propping yourself up on an elbow. "What if you had invited me to your dorm room to study anatomy?"

He smirks. You're funny.

"That's such a cheesy line, you never would've fallen for something as tactless as that. Plus, we're both business majors. It wouldn't have been a natural pick up line to casually drop during class."

You shrug, flash him a devious smile.

"That line would've worked on me anytime. I've been into you since, like, freshman year."

Sero groans, smacking his palm against his forehead. "No shit?"

"No shit."

"You mean to say...you've been letting me try to slowly seduce you for two whole years and you said nothing!?"

"I've been playing the long game." You say sweetly, repeating his own words back to him.

He scoots so he can lay down on the bed next to you, turning on his side so that his face is just a breath away from your own.

"You little shit."

You both burst into laughter, and he pulls you into his chest as you both giggle yourselves silly. He smells really fucking good - like fancy shampoo and oatmeal soap. His arms wrapped around you feel comforting, safe.

When you finally catch your breath, you wonder aloud: "Will your friends be mad at us for leaving the party early? It's only like ten o'clock." You bury your face into his dark Spiderman shirt, full face of makeup be damned. You inhale a deep breath, savoring the soft, comforting scent of Hanta Sero.

"Nah, they'll understand. They know how down bad for you I am." He admits.

"Oh? Wanna show me just how down bad you are?" You say, a challenge in your voice.

Oh shit, he's nervous.

You slide yourself up his body, until your face is a breath from his own.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Hanta Sero." You whisper, reveling in the way his eyes keep darting down to look at your ruby glossed lips.

"Kiss away." He says, his voice comes out in a totally unsuave squeak.

You close the distance between you, bringing your lips to his. His hands slide up your back and he cradles you to him, eyes closed as he presses his mouth to yours over and over and over.

When you finally break apart, you sigh with contentment, smoothing a hand through his thick black hair.

"Took you long enough." You say as his eyes slide clothes and his mouth chases yours again.

He kisses you for a few minutes before he quips back, shifting so he can kiss at your neck - "Shut up. I'm enjoying myself over here. I'm in the process of getting lucky."

"Oh, really? You think you're getting lucky tonight?"

"You wore the hottest outfit in your closet and you're not looking to get fucked hard tonight? Hmm doesn't sound like the Y/N I know." He nips at your ear, his mouth ghosting down over the hollow of your throat.

When his hands wander across your breasts, teasing at your nipples through your tight low cut top you run out of teasing things to say.

He's right and you both know it. You pull off your shirt for easier access.

When all is said and done, Hanta Sero gets lucky twice that night. Turns out, he's really good with his hands. And his mouth. And his dick.

End.

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You run into old school friends at a party, talking turns to flirting. It gets later and later and suddenly you're pressed between them - Hitoshi capturing your lips, Sero behind you letting his hands wander across your waist as he kisses your neck. They take you back to their shared apartment, toss you into Hitoshi's bed.

"Can you eat me out?" You moan, desperate as they both work to strip you down.

"Which one of us?" Hanta asks teasingly, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to the side of your face.

"I don't know - I want both of you." You whimper as Hitoshi undoes your bra with skillful fingers.

"Well there's an easy solution to that." He grins, voice gravely and low. "We'll just need to share."

Sero kicks things off, kissing your thighs and pressing his palm into your lower belly as he worships your lower half. He pulls your legs over his shoulders and swipes his tongue lightly across your clit once, twice, three times - making you moan for it before he really dives in and starts devouring your cunt.

Hitoshi lays on his side, kissing you lazily in between your moans. He plays with your tits, pinching and rolling at your nipples while you try to split your attention between the two of them. It feels so damn good to be taken care of this way. You've never had two men at once. You can't believe you'd never thought to try this before.

You're close to cumming when Sero props himself up on his elbows and smiles deviously. You whine in protest, reaching down and trying to force his head back between your legs.

"Time to switch, I think." Sero laughs as he gets to his feet and let's Hitoshi take a turn.

Hitoshi smiles at you as he settles into Sero's vacated spot. He pulls you further down the bed and buries his face into your pussy.

"God, I've wanted to do this since we were back in school." He says, before he starts slowly taking you apart with his tongue. His technique is different from Seros - it's softer, slower. Almost more affectionate in a way. You feel yourself slowly getting worked back towards an orgasm.

"Fuck, man. Me, too." Hanta laughs as he guides your chin up so he can kiss you better. "I've waited for this for a long time. You gonna cum for us, beautiful?"

You groan into his mouth as Hitoshi suddenly picks up the pace. He starts to suck at your clit, working to slide a finger inside of you. You cum hard on his lips a few moments later, crying out both of their names in rapid succession.

"Holy fuck that's hot." Hanta says, smoothing your hair back and pressing a kiss to your cheek as Hitoshi gets back to his feet.

"Alright, sweetheart." Hitoshi says, leveling you with his intense violet gaze. "Now who's cock do you want first?"

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Hawks knows you've had a rough day - it's obvious. When he arrives at your apartment after work, you don't get up to greet him. You wave lazily from the couch where you're swaddled in blankets and a heating pad.

He takes off his shoes, drops his bag and beelines over to you.

"Did my babe have a bad day?" He kneels next to the couch, resting his chin on your knee.

"Ugh. I'm just..." You say, unable to find the words to convey how truly anxious and exhausted you are. He nods, understanding. He's seen you like this enough times before to know what you mean. He reaches down to grab one of your feet, quietly rubbing the soreness away from your right sole.

You sit there quietly for a few moments, enjoying the light touch of your boyfriend's dexterous pro hero fingers.

Finally, Keigo breaks the silence with an offer you weren't expecting.

“Listen, sweetheart, I know you’re stressed. I might have a temporary solution." Your ears perk up, and with an effort you pull your head up to look him full in the face.

"Oh yeah? What are you thinking?" You ask curiously, leaning forward towards your handsome partner.

"Alright...tell me if you'd be into this, but right now I really just want to pull an orgasm out of you. So I’ll give you a few options of how we get there: hands, mouth or dick?”

Ten minutes later, he's hovering over you on the couch pumping you full of his sticky load. Your pussy pulses with heat as you cum around him, the orgasm rippling through you like an ocean wave. You feel a golden sheet of relaxation shimmer across your body as you cum down from your high.

"Fuck baby." He huffs into your neck, his body twitching and kicking from his orgasm. As toned and in-shape as he is from his hero work, he's always a shaky mess after fucking you. "I didn't realize how much I needed some stress relief. Wowee."

"Did you just say 'wowee?" You laugh, pulling his face in for a sloppy kiss.

"I'll say it again if you let me eat you out."

"Give me, like, five minutes to enjoy the afterglow before we go again." You laugh, holding him close.

He nuzzles his face into your hair. "Deal."

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"Oh...my...Gosh." You glare up at Izuku and he smacks a hand over his mouth in an attempt to quiet himself. If your mouth wasn't so full right now, you would laugh. You've been together over four years, and Izuku still treats every blowjob like it's his very first time. The two of you are newly thirty, and he still approaches sex with the enthusiasm and curiosity of a teenager.

You pulse your mouth around his cock head, letting your tongue dance along the spots you know he's most sensitive. He attempts to stifle his responding gasp, but he really sucks at being discreet. He lets out a half-choked sob as you unexpectedly take him down to the hilt.

"Izuku...honey, is everything alright?" Inko Midoriya's voice warbles from the kitchen, concerned.

You pull your mouth off of Izuku's cock with a quiet pop! and shoot him another glare. The two of you had made a deal, after all - if he could keep quiet, he could get his dick sucked.

The two of you aren't typically this risky with sex - but on a routine visit to his home one thing had lead to another annnnnd...here you are. You're kneeling between his legs, sucking him off as he sits on an All Might bedspread that's nearly two decades old. His childhood bedroom is still plastered with images of Japan's past number one hero. You find it a bit funny that the country's current number one hero is about to cum in your mouth, surrounded by posters of his hero.

You hear footsteps approach the room and quickly get to your feet in case Inko decides to come in to check on things. Izuku's eyes light up with panic - there's no lock on his door, and he's still very much hard and half naked. He absentmindedly smooths at his shirt and gulps deeply to clear out his throat before calling back. "Yeah, sorry Mom! Just got spooked by a spider! We're good in here!"

A pause. You hold your breath. The lie isn't all that convincing, but seems to satiate Mrs. Midoriya's curiosity. "Alright! Dinner will be ready in ten minutes." The footsteps move away from the door and back into the small apartment kitchen.

Ten minutes to make the number one hero cum?

You'll only need five.

You quickly drop back to your knees, the floorboards creaking lightly as you resume your position. Izuku stares up at you with starry eyes, asking you wordlessly to get back to business.

You stroke the base of your boyfriend's cock gently, bringing it back to full attention. He looks down at you with wide, watery green eyes, biting his fist as he waits for you to work your magic once again. You hold his gaze, smirking as you slowly take his length back in your mouth.

He looks at you with such love, such awe. He's giving you his bedroom eyes - the ones he uses when you make slow love on a Saturday morning. It's funny - even when you do absolutely filthy things like this he somehow manages to make it romantic.

You bob your head, sucking his cock with ferocity that's more animalistic than romantic. His eyes go wide with shock and he needs to cover his lips with his hand again to keep quiet. Izuku is vocal in bed, meaning that the two of you don't often attempt any public sexy experiences together. He's always filled with praise and gasps and moans that tell you just how much he's enjoying things.

As he gets used to the harsh rhythm of your lips across his cock, he's able to drop a hand down to your head to encourage you. He thrusts his hips lightly into your mouth to help you along, tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks as the two of you go (Izuku is a crier, it's his physical reaction to both pain and pleasure).

You let a hand wander across the expanse of his muscled thighs, wandering up to his balls to get in a good squeeze. You know he's getting close, because his whole body is squirming with anticipation. You continue your brutal pace, trying to take him as deep as possible before he...

Izuku groans quietly and pulls you off his cock hurriedly. You're usualy quite good at anticipating his orgasm, but this time you weren't expecting it to come so fast. You're rewarded with a face full of cum for your troubles - Izuku's pleasure splatters across the left side of your face and drips down your cheek. You're not usually one for facials, so this is definitely out of the norm. Usually he gives you enough warning and cums on a towel.

"Oh fuck." He says as he finishes, looking down at your pretty face in shock. His cock pulses limply and he grabs the towel next to him, moving to wipe the stickiness from your face. It's not too bad - he didn't get your eyes at least. But, ugh, you'll need to reapply your makeup before dinner, though. "Y/n, I'm so sorry..." He mutters quietly, dabbing at you lightly with the towel.

"It's okay, it's okay." You whisper, taking the towel from him and using it to clean off your own face. He frowns at you, still worried he overstepped. "'Zuku, it's okay." You reassure him, your tongue darting out to swipe a drop of stickiness out of the corner of your mouth. The gesture must have been hot, because Izuku's eyes are now tracking every motion of your mouth with reverence.

When the mess is finally cleaned up, he clears his throat quietly. "Let me make it up to you?" He asks shyly, those bright dough eyes of his bright as he pulls you to your feet and positions you next to him on the bed.

"Sure. I'll take whatever ya got." You say, smoothing your hands along your soft skirt as Izuku gets to his feet and stares down at you lovingly. He discards the towel on the ground and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you so much. You know that right?" He says beneath his breath, pulling back to look at your face.

"You're such a sap, Zu. Of course I know that." You grin up at him earnestly, hoping he understands just how deep your feelings for him are rooted in your heart.

A second later, he's taken your place on the floor. He slides his hands up your thighs, moving your skirt up so that it bunches along your waistline. He breathes out in surprise, his warm breath tickling your bare pussy in a way that makes you ache.

"You're not wearing underwear?" He mutters under his breath, his tongue running across his lips absentmindedly as he spreads your legs quietly and sees how wet you are. "Fuck I'm so lucky."

Izuku doesn't curse often, so this is a high compliment. He wastes no time pulling you forward and tossing your right leg over his shoulder for better access. He leans in and kisses up the inside of your right thigh, your core pulsing in response.

"Don't take your time, baby. Fucking eat me." You encourage softly. He doesn't need telling twice, he just swipes his tongue across your clit once, twice, three times before melding his mouth to your tight heat. Izuku is an absolute munch - he can get off just from eating you out alone, and he relishes in taking you apart with his tongue.

You're already so turned on from blowing him covertly, it doesn't take long for you to hit your high. You gasp as you cum, your boyfriend's tongue licking in time with your pulsing clit. It feels so good, so delicious that you toss back your head and let out a deep moan of satisfaction. You freeze, worrying Inko might have heard you. When there's no rush of footsteps against the old floorboards of the Midoriya's apartment, so you assume you're fine. You let yourself relax, letting Izuku finish you off with that brilliantly skilled tongue of his.

When you become too sensitive, you push Izuku's head away from you. He leans against your right thigh, smiling stupidly up at you as you push your skirt down to cover your drenched pussy. He turns his head a few inches to press a kiss to your damp thigh before leaning his scarred cheek back against the plush skin.

"I love you so much." His eyes are bright and watery again. You roll your eyes and reach down to give his green gurls a soft pat.

"I know ya do." You flop back on the bed dramatically, wishing you could take a nap. You need to get moving and cleaned up before dinner, or else Izuku's mom will think -

"I thought I heard something strange - " Inko is suddenly standing in the doorway, pressing open the old wooden door with an unexpectedly loud creeeeeak.

You jump - or you would if Izuku's head wasn't still nestled between your thighs.

"Oh my God!" Inko's hands fly to cover her eyes, then she thinks the better of it and tries to turn back out into the hallway. "Oh my God!"

"Shit!" You push Izuku away from you and he falls backwards, landing on his ass in a heap. "Oh fuck your poor mother is gonna be traumatized now."

Surprisingly enough, Izuku takes the event in stride. "Well...think of it this way. She keeps asking when she's going to get a grandkid. At least now she knows we're putting our effort into the right place."

"Izuku!" You say, shocked. He bursts into a bright grin, his smile infectious.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up for dinner."

Despite Izuku's cheery approach and Inko's attempt to forget the situation entirely, it is the most awkward dinner of your life.

End.

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"Do you believe in soul mates?" A thirty two year old Keigo Takami gasps out as you slide down his cock. You groan at the feel of him inside of you, stretching your insides like putty. He's bigger than you were expecting - thick in all the right places. Your body feels like it's made of molten gold as it melts around him, your pussy seemingly overjoyed to accommodate his length.

Months of dancing around each other at Pro Hero events and press conferences. Hours of flirting back and forth over text, on the phone, through each other's secretaries... You've spent the better part of the last year admiring the way his muscles flex and move beneath his fitted costume. The way he always bites his lip when he's thinking through his answer to a question from the public. You've wanted this for so long, and now you can't believe he's ruining it with some sappy bullshit.

"Shut up, Hawks." You seethe, eyes glued shut as he slides another delicious inch into your pussy.

"Ouch." Keigo says through gritted teeth, trying to take it slow despite the way every fiber of his being is protesting. "You're letting me fuck you like this, and you don't even have the decency to use my real name?"

"I'll call you by your real name when you put your dick to use and make me cum. Cut the dramatics. Just shut up and fuck me." You growl as he bottoms out inside of you, his open palms gripping your ass like a lifeline as he gives you a moment to get used to him.

Keigo's thighs twitch as he struggles to stay still. He bites his lip and pouts. "But I wanna be all romantic and shit."

You roll your eyes. "Then go find someone else to ride your dick."

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"I don't believe in love." Katsuki huffs as he pounds into you from behind, pulling lightly at your hair to scratch your light itch to be dominated.

Sneaky bastard knows you too well.

"Yeah." You groan out, trying and failing to keep your voice level as his hard cock glides in and out of your wet pussy. "You've told me this a million times."

"Fuckin' let me finish!" Katsuki growls, releasing your hair in favor of your hips. His hot, calloused hands grip the sides of your waist with a touch that's anything but gentle. He uses the new position to get closer to you, to get a better angle. You cry out as he hits a deliciously sensitive spot inside. Fuck he's good at this.

It's no surprise that at thirty years old Katsuki Bakugo has mastered the art of sex. You're just surprised he's decided to have sex with you. The two of you have been close friends since school, but only recently have you started fucking. After a decade of casual hookups, Katsuki had tried his hand at dating. With his challenging schedule and...difficult...personality, Katsuki had not been having much success in the local romance scene. After one particularly terrible date involving a woman with a flammable quirk and a spilled martini, Katsuki had sought you out at one of your local haunts. He'd cozied up to you at the bar, places his large hand on your upper thigh and huskily said under his breath: "You up for a quick fuck? I need something to take the edge off after the shit night I've had."

And how could you say no?

That was four months ago.

You've been sleeping with Katsuki almost every weekend night since. At some point it just became more convenient than looking for other people to hook up with - the two of you share a complicated career schedule, and your apartments happen to be situated a mere ten minute walk from one another. Admittedly, easy access to sex has never been at the top of your priority list - but now that you have it, it's hard to let it go.

Katsuki gives you a hard thrust and digs his hands into your hips, bringing you back to the present. You let out an embarrassingly whiney moan as he ruts his hips against yours again.

"Are you listening, idiot?"

If you thought Katsuki was capable of using pet names during sex, you'd be wrong.

Katsuki sighs, slowing down his pace and looking over at you to ensure you're alright. You nod weakly, looking back at him over your shoulder.

"I was saying..." He makes a frustrated noise as he forces himself to wrap his tongue around the words. "I don't believe in love...but. I think that...with you...this is the closest I've ever come to feeling it."

You gasp, your heart doing a little glowing dance of joy in your chest.

He stops thrusting into you, waiting to hear what you'll say.

There's a moment of disbelieving silence before you press back into him. Could he really mean...?

"I love you, too, Kats." You say, the words bubbling out of you before you have the chance to hold them back. Your pussy throbs at the sentence, your tight heat pulsing around Katsuki's hard dick. You're struck with inspiration."Now fuck me like you mean it."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but he doesn't need telling twice.

"Shit." He says sarcastically as he gets back to work rearranging your guts with his hard cock. "The things I do for love."

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"Good boy." You say, running the pad of your finger lightly down Katsuki's chiseled face. His skin is flawless and smooth beneath your touch, his jaw tensed as he gazes up at you with sharp eyes. He scowls up at you, but a telling blush creeps across his cheeks as he waits for your next command. "Now eat me out."

Katsuki nods slightly, tilting his head in your direction in silent confirmation before he spreads your legs. He dips his head down and just as he settles his mouth down on your pussy you hit him with another "You're such a good boy, Katsuki."

Katsuki needs a moment to compose himself before he gets to work. At your words, a tiny moan starts up in the back of his throat - a noise you wouldn't have heard if you weren't listening for it.

Okay, it's official - Katsuki Bakugo has a praise kink.

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"You're beautiful." Katsuki rasps out as you kiss down his tanned, toned stomach. The angry scars across his chest and abdomen have long faded, leaving silvery raised skin in their wake. You trace your fingers across the raised skin carefully, wondering if you can heal the hurt of old wounds with love alone.

His head is tilted back towards the ceiling, his eyes pressed closed tight. "I've wanted you for so long...so long - " His voice cuts off as you take him in your mouth, savoring the taste of his skin beneath your tongue.

It's funny how in just a few gentle moments of caressing his naked body you've seemingly tamed him - Katsuki isn't angry in bed. He's tender, soft. Sweet, even. You swallow him down, carefully using your hands to do some of the work. You pleasure him gently, wanting him to feel your intention with every stroke and lick. You want to love him beyond just sex - this is more than just a hookup for you. And maybe he feels the same?

A large hand moves to rest gently on your head as you work his cock. His fingers card through your hair in a way that's so loving you can't help but lean into the touch for a moment.

"Look at you." Katsuki says, his voice a whisper of awe as he watches you work. "My girl."

My girl. The softness of the word reverberates in your mind and you falter for a moment. He wants you. He must, right?

Who would use such a term of endearment, if they didn't intend to love you properly?

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"You don't understand what you do to me." Katsuki says under his breath, his large hand spreading across the small of your back. Even through your silky gown, you can feel the raw power emanating from his fingertips. It exhilarates you - how dangerous he is, how his hands can cause an explosion at any moment...yet chooses to be so gentle with you.

The gala is buzzing with people - friends and coworkers chattering and dancing around the large ballroom. Journalists and photographers lurk along the edges of the hall, observing the party of heroes with eyes keen for gossip. This is not the kind of place to be having a discussion like this. And yet...you can't help yourself. You tilt your chin up, gazing at Katsuki through your expensive lash extensions.

"I don't understand? Why don't you explain it to me then." You say under your breath, daring him to put to words the tension that's been clawing its way between the two of you for the past month and a half. You feel Katsuki's grip on you tighten ever so slightly. In his impeccably tailored suit he looks so effortlessly sexy, the scars on his face flicker and glow in the candlelight. He's truly a gorgeous specimen of a man, and all you want to do is take him back to your hotel room to strip him down and explore this wild flame between the two of you.

"I can't. Not here." Katsuki's eyes dart around the room warily. You note that he doesn't stop touching you, his hand sliding down ever so slightly, resting just above the swell of your ass; toeing the line of appropriateness.

You keep pushing.

"Let's not dance around this any longer." You say, swirling the elegant drink in your hand around before taking a dainty sip. "You want me. Now man up and fucking take me. Or I'm going to go home with one of those handsome friends of yours tonight. Is that what you want? I bet Eijirou Kirishima would be more than happy to spend the night in my bed. Or...hmm..." Your eyes scan the crowd of colleagues and land on a particular green haired hero. "Do you think Izuku Midoriya's ever had a good blowjob?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes and snorts, amused. "Don't fuck with me."

"I want to fuck with you. Show me that big dick energy that you've been bragging about all this time. Take me back to your hotel room, lay me down on that expensive fucking bed with the wild thread count I know you love, and make me worship your c-"

You're interrupted by the press of his lips against your own, effectively shutting you up. He dips his head down and captures your mouth in a kiss that's impossibly soft, unreasonably gentle. This is not the searing, explosive kiss you've been fantasizing about each night as you drift off to sleep. No, this is ten times better - it's sweet, and passionate, and you feel his hand slide up your body slowly so he can cradle your face as he kisses you again and again and again...

After a moment that feels like an eternity, you break apart. You stare up at him with endless, starry eyes.

"Katsuki..." Your voice sounds hoarse, your brain foggy. He looks down at you for a moment with disbelief clouding his own eyes. But then he smirks, expression lighting up like a fire to kindling.

He thinks he's won your little game of romantic chess.

Ugh, of course. Katsuki probably thinks this is some sort of fucking competition, doesn't he? You're determined to beat him at his own game - you wind your arms around his neck and get ready to pull him into the best kiss of his life.

But then you realize the babble of voices in the ballroom has dwindled down. Oh shit, are the two of you making a scene? Katsuki's smirk grows into a grin. He only breaks eye contact with you for a moment, slowly dragging his gaze down to your lips as if to say "You want more, right?"

In the distance, you hear the flash of a camera bulb. Fucking reporters.

You almost wish you cared more about your public persona and your reputation. But in this moment, there's only one singular thought resounding through your mind - you need to kiss Katsuki Bakugo again.

Fuck this gala, fuck these people and their prying eyes. They want to watch? Fine, you'll give them a fucking show.

You reaching up to grab a fistfull of Katsuki's thick blonde hair as you pull him back towards you, smashing your mouths together in a spectacular, romcom worthy kiss. You feel like you're melting in his arms like candle wax - all inhibitions gone as you slide your mouths together. He kisses you back, this time his mouth is hungry. His lips are scortching against your own, and you wish you had him back in your bed so you could take off that beautiful suit and explore his fucking spectacular body with your hands, your mouth, your tongue...

Fuck.

You pull lightly at his hair, hands greedy. He lets out the tiniest moan in the back of his throat and you revel in the sound. He lets his tongue slide against your lips, begging entrance into your tight, hot mouth. You let him in gleefully, the two of you getting sloppy as you make out in what is quickly shaping up to be the most scandalous news story of the year. And you don't give a damn about what people say or what pictures are snapped - not as long as you have Katsuki pressed against you and your hands full of his fat hero ass. Huh, you don't remember letting your hands wander down to his butt, but you squeeze the meat of his ass gratefully and get a shocked gasp in response.

It was always inevitable, this thing between the two of you. The heat between you blazing like fireworks as you continue to press your mouth against his. You hear another camera flash in the distance, and you pull away from Katsuki abruptly.

"Let's go back to my hotel room." You say in a rush, pushing your sweaty bangs out of your eyes as you reach down to grab his hand. "I want you inside me as soon as possible."

Katsuki doesn't protest as you lead him out of the ballroom, dozens of eyes fixed upon you as you leave. You blow a kiss at the cameras, smiling roguishly as you drag Japan's number one hero away from the spotlight and towards your bed.

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"Ugh, shut up and put your back into it." Katsuki seethes as you ride him, trying to get you to stop babbling about work while you fuck him. You know he's being playful, so you up your volume and do your best to be even more irritating as you slide up and down his cock.

"I don't think I could put my 'back' into this anymore even if I tried." You say, slowing down you pace and peeling a hand off of his chest so you can rub at your lower back. "Besides, one of us actually worked today! I punched the heck out of that creepy ice villain, so I think I deserve to take it a little easy."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and grumbles something about how Izuku forced him to take a day off today.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course I know it's legally required for heroes to take off one day a week. Now shut up and let me fuck you, you idiot." You press both hands firmly against his chest for leverage and pick up your pace again, trying not to melt around his deliciously hard cock as you ride him.

Your comment actually makes Katsuki grin. He likes it when you match his energy, and he loves it when you argue and boss him around in bed. You double down.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you for the next five minutes while I get off using your dick. Got it?"

Katsuki's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you. He silently nods, jerking up his hips to meet you with every bounce. He's letting you take the lead.

Heck yeah, that's what you like to see. You're going to show this big bad hero a fucking good time.

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"Baby." Shota says quietly, licking his lips as his eyes trail your body. "Take off your underwear."

"What? Shota...we shouldn't." You giggle as you hike up your long, shimmering dress and work to slide down your lacy cotton panties. Shota reaches over to help you, holding up the heavy folds of dress so you can remove the undies one leg at a time. The cool air of the ballroom skates across your warm flesh like a winter breeze and you shiver. The two of you are tucked into a semi-private alcove at one of the biggest hero charity events of the year. There's a large pillar and deep purple fabric drapings concealing you from the party

You bite back another giggle as you look up at him. He's so goddamn handsome like this - all dressed up in a tux with his hair tied back. He's clean shaven for once - his chiseled jawline gorgeous and clean. The scarring around one of his eyes has finally started to fade, but still creates a striking effect in the low light of the ballroom. His mouth is fixed in its usual thin line, but his dark eyes glitter with amusement as he holds out his hand expectantly.

You carefully fold your damp panties before placing them in his outstretched hand. He takes the fabric and tucks it discreetly into his inner jacket pocket. Then he leans in slowly to meld his lips to yours. You sigh, leaning into the kiss. It's breathless. Even after all this time with Shota - you're still deeply turned on every time he even looks your way.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss and leans into your hair so he can share a private whisper: "It turns me on so much that I'm the only person in this room who knows that..." He presses a kiss to the side of your neck. "For the rest of the night..." Another kiss. "...The only thing separating me from your cunt is the thin fabric of this dress." His hands trail down the back of your gown, squeezing at the swell of your ass. His hot breath dances across your neck, your ear, your cheek - leaves goosebumps across your soft skin. You shiver.

The two of you stand like that for a moment, intertwined in the dark. You don't play like this often, which makes it all the more thrilling. You try to control your lust - you don't want to get so wet that you ruin your dress. You wind your arms up around Shota's neck, leaning into his solid warmth.

"I love you." You say under your breath, smoothing a hand across his broad shoulders. "I love you so much."

Shota exhales slowly, as if he's trying to control himself. You know how badly he wants to fuck you right now - it's taking his all not to undo his belt and take you right here, on the outskirts of the party.

"You make it so hard to be good, sweetheart." He says in that low bass voice of his. You slide your hand down to adjust his tie, pulling the loop a bit harder than necessary so that he feels the tension in the fabric.

"Good thing you're a hero. Being good is in your job description." You pat his tie one more time before turning away from your boyfriend, moving to walk back out into the open ballroom area.

"Keep this up, and I'll be a villain when I get you back to my apartment tonight." You hear Shota say quietly under his breath, his voice all low gravel. Your heart pounds at the tone of promise in his voice, and you smile wickedly as you rejoin the party.