Seeing You In Thigh High Socks For The First Time

seeing you in thigh high socks for the first time

→ bakugou, todoroki, denki, kirishima

→ warnings: mentions of smut, use of daddy/sir, lap sitting, slight praise/degradation, oral (female receiving)

→ a/n: very much needed this so i made it :)

would quite literally go feral; growling, dirty talk, the whole thing

he just loves how plump your thighs look — would definitely make you keep them when he’s pounding your ass

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“C’mere,” he commands, pulling you onto his lap. His air pods were a reminder that you weren’t alone, Katsuki was on a business meeting. About to protest, he shushes you, hands stretching across your legs.

“I’m on mute,” his hands squeeze your thighs. “You really chose some great timing to show me these.” His laugh drips with a sinister tone.

You had forgotten how much of a horny little prick the explosive man could be. All you had wanted to do was show him your new bright red thigh high socks, they had just been delivered and you felt like a kid on their birthday.

But now? You’d be in your birthday suit soon enough.

“Katsu-“ you whine, already feeling how hard he was through his slacks. His hands find your waist, grinding you against him, eyes gazing intensely at your ruby red socks.

Fuck, if he wasn’t on this call right now he would’ve had you bent over the desk in a matter of minutes. Socks still on — with you babbling nonsense from getting railed so hard by his thick cock. God the thought of it had him twitching.

“Shit!” he grunts, slamming the unmute button on his phone. “Yes Sero, we already discussed about the- fuck!” You had definitely struck a nerve on his dick, he hit the mute again, growling against your ear. You froze in place, feeling his face press against your cheek, his pulsing cock throbs against your ass.

“So much of a fucking whore that you couldn’t wait? Well- now you have to wait until I hang up.”

honestly i think he’d malfunction for a moment, the fact that you’re already stunning and now with the socks ??

and he just wants to hear you say you’re his, hear you cry out for him while he teases those pretty legs of yours

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Shouto had dragged you into the bathroom immediately after seeing you walk into the room. You had no clue what you’d done to get him so riled up but you didn’t mind watching him take off his black leather belt so sexually. The chattering of people right outside the thin door made your heart thump out of your chest, “Sho you know people are waiting to use the bathroom right?”

He only grunts in response, folding the belt in half before hovering it in front of your face expectantly. You could already feel the wetness pooling into your underwear and it made you excited; putting the belt in your mouth, you open your blouse more, knowing exactly what was coming. He was quiet, but you could see the eagerness in his eyes, trained straight onto your thigh highs. So that’s what it was.

“I think-” you say breathily, watching as he tenses up. “I want you to fuck my thighs Sho.” Your boyfriend let’s out a heavy groan at the suggestion, hard cock already out and pulsing. He nears you, backing you up against the cold tile, “Tell me. How bad you want it.”

Your thighs clench at his words and he smirks at the sight, mismatched eyes glowing. “Please Sir, I like it when you fuck them- I need your cock.” He hums in agreement, as he slides his wet dick between your legs, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the just the feeling.

He loves how beautiful your legs looked in that thin material, the way they bounc when he thrusts against you. He thought about how he’d slowly roll them down while eating you out and have you begging for him so come again. He needed you to say it again.

“What’s my name love?”

this man would not be able to control himself, he just sees you and goes: FUCK

but also he just showers you in so many compliments and sweet touches

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So you wanted to make Kaminari’s school girl fantasy dreams come true and put together a classic plaid skirt, white button up, and yellow thigh high socks just for him.

You brought it with you on your weekend beach excursion and waited for the last night to wear it. So, you sat at the small glass table with your legs crossed and patiently waiting.

The door swung open and you heard a quiet holy shit. You giggle before turning to look at your slack jawed fiancé who had dropped the gas station snacks on the floor. He speeds over to you, picking you up and setting you on the table. Your legs wrap around his torso on instinct and you could hear the buzzes of excitement that fizzle in Denki’s hands.

“You did this for me?” he asks, surprisingly soft. His eyes are filled with warmth, a gentle smile stuck on his face. You look away shyly, but Denki zaps your side playfully, forcing you back into his gaze. “You look fucking delicious, can I have a taste?” he winks at you, already sliding your shorts down.

“Mhm,” he fans over your dripping cunt, his blonde hair tickling your stomach. “And these thigh highs, they’re gonna be the death of me, baby!” His enthusiasm had you feeling giddy, your hips bucking against his face.

His nose hits your aching nub, pulling out a deep moan from you. His eyes flick up to your face, lighting up at the way your face contorts in pleasure. Denki was obsessed with showing you how perfect you were; from physical to verbal.

“My girls so good, isn’t that right? You waited just for me and you look stunning. Can't wait to fill up that tight little cunt," he groans.

kiri would absolutely love you in thigh highs, especially if you’re only wearing his sweatshirt !!

he would smother you in kisses until he gets a little too excited

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“I’m home~” your boyfriend sang out as he closes the front door. But, you were too busy curled up on the couch playing Smash Bro’s on your switch. You were just about to beat Kirby wh-

“Princess!” A heavy body pounces onto you, knocking your switch — along with your breath — out. You squeal as Kiri peppers you with kisses all over your face. A huge grin plasters on his face as he took you in. He thought that you had the most gorgeous eyes and loved to see the way they sparkled. His eyes widen as he looks lower down at your frame.

Naturally, you become worried, “I-is something wrong?” His head snaps to yours, realizing what you thought he meant, “No! Not at all! I just- you’re in my old UA sweatshirt...and- are those new?” Kiri’s large hand grazes over your clothed thigh, sending butterflies to your stomach. You nod, causing his grin to grow even bigger.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.” he whispers to himself. “I think those socks are my new favorite thing princess!” You feel his hard on press against your thigh, you decide to tease him a bit, “Even more than the sweatshirt?”

Kiri shakes his head vigorously, so you casually take off the sweatshirt, now nearly naked. His eyes roam your body, trying to memorize every square inch and debate about kissing or biting it. “Like what you see Daddy?” you mumble against his lips. A guttural growl escapes his chest, his body moving to straddle yours.

“Daddy is gonna show his princess what a good girl she is.”

I DIDNT THINK ABOUT HIM BEING SHIRTLESS MOST OF THE TIME

I think he’s into a bit of pain with his pleasure too. So he’s so fucking happy when you’re scratching his chest just hard enough to leave a trace. Totally forgets about the light bruising around his nips from your teeth (they’re sensitive and I take no criticism)

Until he goes to the agency first thing in the morning- comes face to face with the sweet little beta at the door, the one that always hands him the days schedule. He has to watch them try to hide their face because “Um sir, have you seen yourself this morning” and come to think of it no. No he hasn’t 😐

Okay but Omega Kiri?? Big Pro hero Red Riot begging to be taken by his pretty alpha gf? Ma’am 😩🥵

That omega bakugo ask was on to something for sure *big brain thoughts*

LITERAL HEART EYES @ being Red Riot's alpha!GF and going into a rut because of one of his heats... sitting on his chest while he begs and whines for you to fuck him, knotting him and then staying there for hours til he's satisfied🥺🥺🥺

Omega!Red Riot going into work with his neck all bruised, smelling like you... and he can't even hide it because his hero costume doesn't include a shirt, so everyone knows when you've been particularly clingy or he came home smelling like someone else...

Omega!Red Riot shyly showing you his nest when you ask him where all your panties and sweatshirts have gone... he's bright red in the face, trying to stop you from stomping through his apartment (stupidly, of course... because you just wanna love on him and help him)...

LIKE PLEASE, HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED AND TORN UP!!!!!!

I love it I love it I love it so much

I’m a sucker for wounded lover fics. Usually where reader is bandaging the other- where we get to read about touching them softly. Or in this (much worse) case it’s done matter of factory, just getting the job done

HELP !!!! I've been struck by the image of enemies to lovers w bkg where u get injured and he has to patch up the wound and to distract you from the pain he kisses you </3 OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND. this will be my before bed scenario

It's safe to say you don't get along.

You rarely do. Oil and water, fire and ice - all kinds of things. You bicker, constantly. And have the time Bakugou is holding something over your head, half the time you're screwing with each other. Arguing in elevators over patrol shifts and who's the best. Who'll be number one next week. It's a constant these days.

He can't stand you, he tells you at least once a week. A snarl in his throat as he has you close to the wall

"Y'know I fuckin' hate you right?"

Right. Of course he does. You know that. You hate each other and by now it's old news.

But you work well together and that's why you went on this misison. What was supposed to be a sting operation turned to a full out brawl and now you're here - in the back of a beat up van with a wound that has you dry-heaving. You're bleeding and light-headed, a crust of dried blood and bruised lips. You feel like you've been hit by something heavy.

Ah, you remember now. It was Bakugou who you jumped for, in front of the strike of a villain with a knife-like quirk. You remember but your heads still heavy and your eyelids are swollen from taking the fall. You don't know what happened after, or when they found you.

When you open them to look... he's right there above you.

He looks beat up, you think. You probably look worse but there's a cut on his lip and blood on his forehead. He looks bad and you wanna ask him if he's okay. You need to know if he's okay.

There's a hand on your skin, it's his. Big and strong, but gentle. You can feel all of his scars as he holds your cheek. Your body is laid over his lap and his thighs are underneath you like he's holding you with his whole body.

"Fuck.. fuck you're awake," and he sounds like he might cry. You wonder if he'd be sad if you died. You thought you hated each other. You're supposed to anyways.

"Y-yeah," ― you manage, voice weak ― "How long was I out?"

His voice is so soft when he speaks to you, you almost don't hear it.

"About 'n hour," he tells you. You want to close your eyes, they're tired. But you want to look at him more, a little longer like this. He's so pretty, have you told him that? You're so exhausted but you think you should.

"It hurts," ― you say first, like you should get it out of the way ― "You look pretty,"

He only frowns at you. He's not angry at you, you can tell. You always know when he is but his bottom lip quivers anyways like all the rage inside of him is in his mouth. Maybe he keeps his anger in his throat so he can always reach it just incase.

"Why did you.. why did you fuckin' do that," ― and he sobs. It's an ugly sound and it makes you smile ― "Why the hell would you do that for me?"

You're too tired to smile properly but you try for him. You're always trying for him.

"I dunno," ― you tell him, wincing at the pain when you move ― "Just felt like it, I guess,"

He sobs again and it's still ugly but this time it makes your heart race. This time he pulls you into his body and hugs you like he is trying to memorize the sound of your heartbeat. As if he's worried he'll forget the sound

"I fuckin' hate you," he says and he doesn't mean it but how else does he explain these feelings to you? How can he tell you he loves you like this?

You smile again.

"I know,"

"Y-you're still," ― he gasps like he's drowning ― "Still bleeding and I need to clean the wound. Need to wrap it but it's gonna hurt,"

You squint a little, confused.

"So?"

"I don't w-want to hurt you anymore, dammit,"

You think the weight of his words are so heavy they could sink to the bottom of the ocean. You think you love him and you hate him and you're not sure which one makes you ache less. You think that you don't want to ever hurt him either.

"I'll be fine," you try to assure but he shakes his head. He closes his eyes, brow furrowd and jaw feather and some of his tears drop onto your cheek when he presses his forehead against yours.

"No, fuck - I can't,"

You give him a look, then a gentle laugh.

"Kiss me then," ― you suggest half-hearted, as a joke more than anything ― "Distract me,"

You say it as a joke but he nods, swallows, and says okay. Your eyes widen but you can't protest, something cottony in your mouth. You watch as he reaches over and shuffles around in the first aid kit with gauze and a bottle of alcohol. You aren't worried about it hurting, your heart just happens to race.

He unscrews the alcohol and makes sure the gauze is easy to wrap. With an arm under your back and the bottle of your wound, he stares at you with eyes full of red. You blink at him.

"On the count of three,"

He looks at you like you make the world spin.

"Three,"

And you wonder what will happen when this is all over.

"Two,"

Why're you so nervous to kiss someone?

"One,"

Maybe it's because he's not just someone to you.

He crushes his lips to yours while he pours the alcohol over your wound. You can feel it clean, the way it runs down your clothes and bare torso and it hurts. It really does but you can't feel it at all because all you can feel is Bakugou.

All you can feel, and touch, and taste is Bakugou Katsuki right above you. He tastes like salty tears and lovesickness - something saccharine in how he kisses you so desperately. It's animal the way you crave it, that even with no strength in your body you kiss him like you're holding on for dear life. You don't think you've ever wanted something so badly so when he kisses you like he's crushing his lips with his, you let him.

And you let the little breathy moan escape your mouth when his hands shift and the hardest part of over but he still has to tape you up. You let him kiss you with tongue and teeth, over and over and over until your lips are sore from him and his saliva is mixed perfectly with yours. You kiss and kiss and kiss and you kiss some more when the wound is wrapped.

When you pull away, you're dazed, curling your fist weakly as you lay your hand on his chest.

"Again," ― he says, more seriously ― "Again, after all this over. I'll kiss you again. The right way,"

"I'll hold you to it, Dynamight,"

For the first time today, he smiles.

"I know you will,"

Just wanna be Daichi’s wifey- wanna sleep on his side of the bed. Laying in that position 👀 on your belly, one leg hiked. The one that puts your cute panties on display. Thick hips spilling around them, cute pussy pressed hard against the material. All for him to see when he comes home in the early morning hours

He absolutely takes a minute to just watch you rest, peacefully. Before lightly stirring you- he’d give you sweet kisses and light touches, telling you to stay how you are.

He’d rub a heavy hand over your cunt. Keeps going back and forth until he can feel your panties dampen, seeks your clit out with his thumb- rolling slow steady circles against it.

I desperately need you to describe the Sero in your head

rugged.. sero is like.. 6'2 in my head. dark black hair that like.. curls a little on the nape of his neck. super nice smile, super straight and nice teeth. his hair is dark but fine. toned but not super fit. lots of thick hands, not pretty but you can tell he works with them a lot, callouses on his knuckles. agile? great legs and super nice calves despite not being super muscular. great shoe game.. always smiles like weed and cologne lmao. built very sturdy but still skinny. wears size 12s in mens. oversized t-shirts are his go-to. thinner lips but they fit his face. squarer nose.. nice jaw. pointy ears

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.