Not That Anyone Asked For My Opinion On This But-

Not that anyone asked for my opinion on this but-

Bakugo fingers you precisely, kneeled before your soft core- your legs hitched over his own, with the pads of his rough fingers hitting away at your g spot with every stroke. He likes how you look under him the most.

Kirishima fingers you lovingly, on his side beside you, cradling your face into his neck. Big palm grinding on your clit while he hooks two fingers inside. He whispers soft praises and affirmations against your check.

Denki fingers you enthusiastically, he likes it when you’re on all fours above him. He eats you out from underneath, playing with your pretty pussy with one hand and reaching up for your breast with the other. He never stops moaning pretty things to you.

Ma’am I love him! So much!

This just feels very HIM, like fuck yeah he’s tired, you know that- he knows that. But let him make you feel good. He just wants to feel like he’s contributing to your happiness. Even by waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to get dicked back to sleep.

Consensual somnophilia is also up there for me w/ Aizawa- where he just gently rolls you onto your back, sloppily kisses up your thighs in a half assed attempt to wake you before he’s spreading you open and putting those same sloppy kisses against your clit 😌😌

shota a c t u a l l y sleeps so much because he needs to recharge from blowing your back out every night. he is NOT the only hero on patrol 🙄 i know there are nocturnal quirks and everything, sir. that man would give you the kind of attention that heats your body and makes you cover your face from a single look. when he engages with you it’s like you are The Only Thing That Exists. his hands slowly roam your body while he talks, rubbing your arm, slipping down to your lower back (he is going for your ass). furthermore, that voice tho???? i am wet. and he can tell, too! how could the ever observant aizawa NOT help you feel safe in his bed embrace.

This… this… y o u… I am literally levitating? Stepping on the beach???

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No, because uh… thinking about Aizawa who knows he doesn’t have/make enough time for you… balancing both his job as a teacher AND his night shifts as a hero… how could he, right?

It’s something he appreciates about you; that you already know, and that you don’t bother him about; already aware of, from other aspects of your shared life with him, just how much he cares about you regardless of his schedule…

But Aizawa who still tries to make up for the lack of his presence in your life by waking you up every night when he gets home at 3, 4am just so he can fuck you back to sleep…

He’s so… all-consuming, just as you mention… observant, dedicated… so how could he not provide you with as much as he is capable of at the end of each day, by making sure you know how he feels about you in more than just half-assed ways, also?

Yes, his hands slowly roam, the pressure of them heavy and warm. Yes, he focuses solely on you, his eyes dark and heavy, sleep at their edges…

And… YES, he fucks like that, too. Creeping into the warmth of your sheets and giving you stubbly kisses until you wake… the moment your eyes open and you smile that pretty, sleepy smile at him, he’s making his move to mount you and fuck you like the sorry dog he really is.

Sometimes sitting on your legs, other times in doggy, calloused hands drag your ass up right where he wants it before pressing your face into your pillow; holding you in place all so he can remind you (and himself) that you do have a boyfriend, and that you do have someone who loves you.

Every night, Aizawa plays this game. No matter how tired or how beaten down he is, he has to feel like he’s at least providing something… and sometimes, pounding you into your mattress, whispering in your ear all velvet and soft, and then curling around you after to keep your naked body safe and warm… is like enough for him.

He tries.

7+8=15

20+40=60

60+15=75

I feel like this fits with what we were talking about @ihatebnha 🥺🥺

「Attractive things BNHA Boys do」

⤷ Bakugou

his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.

⤷ Deku

casual pda, however he always makes it more affectionate and passionate. he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him. kisses on the back of your hand when he's a little distracted by the phone, but still wants to show your affection while you wait for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual hugs at concerts or festivals and him dropping a kiss on the top or back of the neck.

⤷ Kirishima

while watching movies together, he distractedly feeds you a piece of popcorn and when he feels your lips brush against his fingertips, his touch intentionally lingers there until your eyes slowly meet. only then he pulls away with a faint half-smile before popping a popcorn in his mouth, his gaze fixed on you.

⤷ Todoroki

he brushes your hair out of your face when you talk so he can see you better. most of the time it is a casual and subconscious gesture; he's listening to you intently and when his eyes remain fixed on the strands of hair that fall over your face, he tucks them behind your ear or pushes them away from your face, gently running his fingers down your cheek in the process. he does this so often that you may get used to it after a while, but it always makes your heart race.

⤷ Denki

he says things like “come here honey, watch with me” when he finds a funny video on youtube. “tell me about your day,” he says, sitting down on the couch beside you, his body fully turned toward you. "here, drink this," he says, handing you a bottle of water. "honey! I made your favorite dessert!". it's such a small thing, but his casual commands make your heart warm.

⤷ Tamaki

the way he hums and moans softly when you play with his hair or give him a head massage. maybe it's a casual gesture when you watch netflix together or when you see him stressed out with work. his moans are deep, low and slightly slurred, and his hums are so soft and sound so content - almost giddy. he takes one of your hands away from his head and towards his lips to press a grateful kiss, his eyes closed and his mind in ecstasy.

⤷ Shinsou

the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall.

⤷ Hawks

he likes to kiss you when you least expect it. when you're talking, he lightly traces your jaw as he listens before gently gripping your chin and tilting your head up so your lips meet his, smiling into the kiss as your words fade away. or he runs a hand through your front hair as if he's just fixing the unruly strands, but when his hand reaches the back of your head, he gently pulls you close to steal a kiss.

⤷ Dabi

he does this thing where he uses his index finger to lift your chin to make you look at him. it can be something as playful as making you pay your undivided attention when you’re jokingly ignoring him. or sometimes, when he sees you’re sad and upset about something and refusing to talk to him, he does this, his movements gentle, and his face calm as he searches your face then asks, “do you want to talk about it, dear?”

⤷ Shigaraki

he’s focusing on something; you think he doesn’t notice you staring at him but he suddenly looks at you with those eyes of his, and he stares back until you get flustered. the playful yet intense glint in his eyes makes it hard to look away as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Basically: dry humping virgin!Kirishima & some fluff bc I'm feeling so soft asf for this gentle giant rn

Warnings: size kink bc you can't tell me this man isn't HUGE, nipple play, pseudo-pussy job

You're entwined together on the couch, your lips moving against his slow and a little sloppy as he holds you in his arms. You've been dating the rising Pro Hero Red Riot for a couple of months now and physically, it's never progressed further than this, but tonight you wanna push the envelope.

"Eiji," you moan quietly, running your hands down his chest to push his spine against the back of the couch, so that you can straddle his hips.

His breath catches in his throat and he has to clear the obstruction as he grabs your hips, trying to hold them still when you begin rolling them on top of his.

"Baby, I--" he looks at you apologetically and you immediately understand why, but you wanna show him that it's all right; that you don't mind.

"I know," you smile sweetly, letting your hands explore his chest, rubbing up and over his shoulders until they're crossed behind his neck. "that's not what I'm after."

You card your fingers through his hair, your eyes following the motion and you smile a little wider when he sighs, his eyes closing as he relaxes into your gentle touch, the slightest of shivers traveling down his spine.

"Come to the bedroom with me," you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as you whisper, "please, Ei?"

He groans quietly, feeling his resolve evaporate. He’s already in so deep with you that he’s powerless to say no. Which is both precisely why he doesn’t trust himself to crawl into your bed and why he goes and does it anyway.

You wrap your entire hand around his index finger, gently tugging him down the hall to your bedroom and he can’t help but smile, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he watches you prance down the hall.

He towers over you when you pull yourself flush up against him, angling your head back to look into his crimson eyes, alight with anxious excitement. Not many things were capable of rattling Red Riot's nerves, but he wasn't Red Riot around you.

He was just Eijirou, a man with honest intentions who was petrified of saying the wrong thing to the the prettiest girl that he'd ever seen. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest under your palm as you ran them over his chest.

"Do you trust me?" You hook your fingers into his belt loops and he gasps quietly, his hands resting on your hips.

"Yes," he nods, smiling down at you softly, his thumbs rubbing absently over your hips.

"Will you take these off?" You give his jeans a gentle tug and push your hands beneath his shirt, looking up at him through your lashes. "This too?"

He just nods again, complying without a second thought. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a shy smile tugging up the corners of your mouth as you step back and strip down yourself.

You hear his belt hit the floor with a thud, followed by a quiet, "Oh," as you're lifting off your shirt. When it slips over your head, you can see him drinking in the sight of you, his cheeks flushing with heat. You take the opportunity to stare at the impressive outline beneath his boxer briefs as you hook your thumbs into your jeans to tug them down, kicking them aside.

The two of you stand there for a beat longer, just admiring one another before you motion for him to join you on the bed as you take a seat. He crosses the room in two long strides, and sinks into the mattress beside you.

You crawl across the bed, curling your finger and patting the middle of the bed with a coy smile. He scoffs, chortling as he shakes his head and slides himself over, sitting up against the headboard and resting his hand on your waist.

"Promise that you trust me?" You trail your fingers over his pecs, watching them as they slide down his chest before you look into his kind eyes.

"With my life," he smiles, placing his hand over yours to lift it, pressing a kiss to your palm and your heart flutters.

"Stop being so cute," you giggle, straddling his hips, rocking your hips ever-so-gently as he sucks in a slow breath.

"Why should I?" Both of his hands swallow your hips as he holds them, letting you do as you please.

"Because I'm not trying to do cute right now," you grin, leaning in to kiss along his jaw, working your way to his neck as you grind yourself against him more obviously, feeling his cock stir to life underneath you.

"What are you trying to do?" He's quiet, trying to hold back the guttural groan sitting in his chest that he finally lets loose as you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside before pushing your breasts together, offering them up in front of his face.

"I just wanna make you feel good, baby," you moan, tweaking your nipples as he stares, mouth hung open in quiet awe. "We don't have to move too fast, but you've been so, so good to me," his mouth connects with your breasts and you cup the back of his head, rolling your hips on his more quickly as he sucks on your sensitive nub. "Just wanna be good to you too."

He groans in response, a relieved sigh exiting his nostrils as his hands cup your breasts, squeezing and groping as his tongue roves between them, taking turns toying with your nipples.

"Oh fuck," you moan, dropping your head back, both hands fisted into his hair to tug at it gently. He snarls quietly and the sound goes straight to your cunt, which is already sopping wet, your panties quickly becoming soaked as they glide against his rock hard length.

"C-can I try something?" He pulls off of your breast to look at you, his eyes dusted with lust and uncertainty.

"Anything," you nod eagerly and then your flipped onto your back, the clothed head of his massive, leaking cock pressing directly against your folds, as he ruts up against it, your lips beginning to swallow up the material of your panties.

It bunches against your clit while the tip of his dick nearly slips between your folds, catching and applying a dizzying amount of pleasure that has you gasping and moaning as his shaft slides through, gliding against your damp panties as he lumbers over you.

"You're so fucking pretty," he almost looks like he's in pain as he groans, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts his hips faster.

You grab them, guiding his hips as you angle your hips up, eager for his thick girth to massage your clit as he loses himself in the feeling over your warm, wet pussy pulsing against him.

"I like you so much," he sighs and throws caution to the wind, spilling his guts to you in his vulnerable state. "Just don't wanna fuck this up. Don't wanna do this and you hate it and lose you, I just--" he slow briefly, his eyes screwing shut as he tilts his head back to mutter under his breath. "Fuck," another wanton moan leaves his lips as he resumes his thrusts, losing control of his motions and it's obvious that he's close.

You lean forward and kiss him, fast and hard, pushing him over and flat onto his back to straddle him again, bouncing slowly as you pull him up to sit and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

"I really like you too," you murmur as you finally take a breath, rolling your hips on his again as you look into his eyes, the both of you panting as you hold one another. "So 'm not goin' anywhere. Promise."

"Me neither," he smiles softly, his eyes almost crossing and rolling back as your slide across his length just right and he gasps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard and leans back on his hands.

"You like that?" You grin deviously, speeding up your motions as grip his muscular shoulder and slip your other hand into your panties, rubbing circles against your clit, building your orgasm while his cock twitches against you.

"Oh God, yes," he closes his eyes, hands scrunching up at the sheets beneath his palms. "Feels so good, I-I think I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Eiji," you pant, teetering on the edge as you thrust your hips forward faster, trying to take him over with you.

"Fuck. Shit, fuck--oh," you can feel his hold body tense beneath you as he stills briefly before bucking his hips upward as a dark stain appears inside his gray boxers.

"Eij," you whine, voice pitching up as you fall apart, thoroughly drenching your panties as you ride out your high in his lap.

His arms wrap around you as he places a kiss to your temple and pulls you to his chest while he lays back, his hands gliding along your spine as he draws absent shapes against your skin while the both of you catch your breath.

“I’ve been thinking,” Ukai takes a pull from his cigarette. He’s leaned over the porch’s railing, overlooking his family’ farm at the sunset paints it over with a soft, yet burning red. The dinner plates dry in their rack, his parents prepare their futons for sleep, your hand finds his: everything is in it’s proper place. 

“That’s never a good sign,” you tease.

“Oh, quit it.” his crumbles his brow as he taps the ash from the end of his stick, “I’m tryin’ to be serious.”

“I’m sorry, bug,” you squeeze his hand tight, “Continue.”

You don’t remember where the nickname started, but you know why it stuck. Whenever you called him Bug, Keishin smiled differently than usual- with crinkles at both corners of his eyes and a sweet rosy blush that cut through his summer tan.

“We’ve been dating for a while.” he keeps tapping the cigarette, bouncing the amber embers, “And uh- my family- dammit, I lost momentum. I had this speech prepared-”

You lean into his shoulder and dot a kiss into his bicep. He still smells of the day’s work, rich with soil and sweat, but you’re sure that you smell the same. “It’s okay,” you reassure, “This isn’t a volleyball game, I’m not the boys- I don’t need some speech. I just need you.”

He groans, tossing his head back with fake annoyance, but making no attempt to hide his smile. “Aw,  there you go again. Always flustering me.” Keishin nudges your side with his elbow before tossing his arm over your shoulder. “I swear you do it on purpose.”

You both chuckle, letting the laughter dissolve into silence as you watch the shadows slowly move across the farm. He extinguishes the cigarette, even though it’s only half done, and just breathes. You’re not sure if he notices that it’s in time with you. 

You hope he does. There’s a magic in how naturally being with each other has become.

“Do you like my family?” he says after a long time.

You don’t even think before you respond. “Of course I do!” you blanche.

“Would you like to be a part of it?” 

It takes longer for these words to sink in. “Ukai Keishin,” his family name tastes different now, “Are you asking me to marry you?

“Yeah,” he laughs so gently, barely more than a puff of air, “I guess I am. If you’ll take me.”