1.dont Make Me Take You Home And Punish You

1.“don’t make me take you home and punish you”

(a lil something something based on the quote above [from a larger smut prompt list] becuase I feel like Bakugou owns this phrase)

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Bakugou Katsuki was a man of very little patience. (though he had plenty reserved for you), he had a very long day and knew he was going to have a even longer night at this “ godd dammn good for nothing PR event”. He didn’t want to go but in the back of his mind it was you who kept him going.

He KNEW you were going to look good tonight and that was what motivated him to hurry and shower so he could pick you up and go. the faster he got you guys to the event; the faster you guys could come back to his place and he could satisfy the needs he knew would begin to stir.

Suddenly rearing to go, he was rushing out of his apartment and into his car. Upon arriving at your place he choked a little upon seeing you walk down your drive way. You were wearing a high leg split dress, your thighs were on display and your heels were in your hands. Seeing you like this almost brought a growl out of his throat. he was instantly regretting how long this night would be...and how long he would have to wait to get you back to his place.

Half way though the evening his patience is gone and he’s ready to fucking snap. You guys got separated by agencies the moment you got there. having gone the whole evening without you, He was getting tired of watching you talk to the other heroes some of which seemed to be getting a little to comfortable with you and that was his final straw.

You didnt even notice him sulk up behind you during the end of your last conversation

But you DID feel him creep up behind you. he placed his hands on your hips as he tightened his gripped and leaned down into ear and whispered “make sure these losers here know that you’re mine, don’t make me take you home and punish you becuase you can’t behave”

and without even giving you a second to reply, he walked away, suddenly feeling a new breath to the evening and eagerly awaiting for the evening to end.

WHEW it’s been a while since ive written anything but that quote really got me going.

Could we get a Tenya Iida rq where we’re the class baddie/trouble maker of the class that purposely picks on him and doesn’t follow his guidelines to the point he snaps and puts us in our place in one of the empty classrooms??? 😏

OOOF BABYYYY 🥴🥴 that’s hot! As soon as I saw that, I knew I needed to do it!

Iida x Bad girl Reader

Ok so you been had a crush on Iida since your first year.

Just something about nerdy boys who were sticklers for the rules appealed to the bad girl in you

It didn’t hurt that he was a cutie and buff af

Over the years, you had always found ways to antagonize him

“Y/n! Stop defacing school property, this instant!” ⬅️↙️➡️↘️↗️➡️

“Oh what you mean like this?” Only to walk over to his desk and prop your feet up on his.

“Alright everyone! Let’s make a calm, single file line towards—“

“LAST ONE TO THE BUS SITS NEXT TO IIDA!”🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

“Y/N!!!!”

Over the years you’d done any and everything to bug Iida. Painting your nails in class, wearing your blouse buttoned to low, throwing paper balls at his head, and doing your makeup in the hallway

But as the two of you got older and entered your 4th year, your teasing got bolder and bolder along with your crush on Iida.

After all, you’d watched him grow more confident and self assured not to mention more buff

He was still a major nerd, but he had gotten some swag on him and mellowed out over the years

“Y/n, come on,” he sighed exhaustedly, “get off my desk. You know the rules.”

“Boo,” you pouted, “here I was hoping you’d compliment my new socks. Oh well.” You make sure to let your legs fall apart giving Iida a nice little peep show as you hop of his desk

You can practically see baby boi’s brain shut down as he mouth drops a little

😉 “see you Mr. president.”

Oh and he had upgraded to Mr. President over the 4 years too.

“Aright class, we all got the protocols for tonight?”

“Yup!”

Looks at you specifically: “y/n?” 🤨

“Why are you targeting me specifically?!”

Cuz he knows you’ll be the one to break the rules, which you do...

“Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Mr. President. What’s up?”

“Do you remember the rules that were established regarding the new schedule?”

“Hmm. Vaguely...why?”

“Well, it would seem not seeing as how you still broke the curfew that was set and missed the meeting time. This isn’t a game, y/n! We are trying to prepare for the biggest test of the year.”

With a coy pout you said: “Aww, I’m sorry, Mr. President.”

You ran a finger up his broad chest, and felt him stiffen under your touch. Your long, manicured nail trailed up his bobbing Adam’s Apple until it rested under his chin and leaned into his face.

“I promise to be a good girl next time, ok?”

You could see the muscle in his jaw flexing. There was a hard edge in his deep blue eyes and a nervous flush in his cheeks.

With a wink, you giggled and stepped around him; only to feel yourself being yanked back.

You let out a squeal of surprise

Iida had pulled you into one of the empty classrooms. He slammed the door behind you two and shoved you against it with both hands on either side of your head.

“Iida, what the hell?”

“You don’t take me seriously do you, y/n?”

“What?”

“Ever since we became classmates you’ve teased me and defied my leadership, despite it being what’s in the best interest of the class. Why? Why are you constantly messing with me, specifically.”

“Tch, don’t be so sensitive Mr. president. That’s just our dynamic,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Oh, so our dynamic includes you sitting on my lap, flashing your pussy at me, and kissing me on the cheek?”

You felt a flush climb up your neck. Shit...he had you there.

“I-I’m just teasing you, Iida, you know—“

“Bullshit, y/n. What is it really about?” He grabbed your jaw, and leaned closer to you.

Shit...

Damn your body for betraying your cool girl facade. You felt a heat between your legs at this sudden switch in Iida. This domineering demeanor in the usually high strung dork.

“Do you like humiliating me?” His voice was a harsh, whisper against your ear.

You shivered.

“Making me feel powerless? Small? Flustered?”

His mouth trailed further down the more he spoke. He didn’t even sound like his usual self.

“I-ida what are—“

“Mr. President,” he corrected. “You Refer to me as Mr. President. That’s our dynamic, right?” He mocked.

You were getting wetter by the second. Shit.

“Mr. President then.” You sqeauked. “What are you doing?”

His navy eyes were back on you. The look he gave you was raw desire.

“I’m testing something, y/n.”

You gasped as Iida’s other hand slowly slipped up your thigh and beneath your skirt.

His fingers brushed the juices pooling between your pussy lips.“You’re wet,” he groaned and so did you.

“We’re you wet like this when you were sitting on my desk? And you better address me properly when you answer.”

“Yes, Mr. President.” You moaned.

He moaned again, this time his mouth found yours. The kiss was sloppy and hungry, but damn was it hot.

When he pulled back, you saw every bit of that hunger in his face. “You really are the baddest girl in the class as you say. Since you’re so bad, how about I teach you lesson, hm? Y/n.”

You nodded weakly. “Ok Mr. President.”

In a flash he had you bent over the teacher’s desk, skirt hiked up to reveal your round ass.

His long, thick fingers stroked in and out of your gripping pussy as he brought you to the edge only to leave you hanging again.

“Now tell me again, what time are our meetings?”

You panted and pleasure surged through you, sealing your legs and dulling your usually sharp mind.

“S-s-seveennn thirty.”

His fingers flexed towards your gspot.

“Ohh god!” You gasped at the electrifying sensation. “Thank you M-Mr. Pre-ahh-sident.”

“Now, is there a written portion of the test?” Iida asked.

All the while he was still pummeling you’re clenching walls with his hand. You could feel your juices spilling down your legs.

“Ohh fffuckkkk, no, M-Mr. President.”

Smack!

“Aha!” You cried as the sting settled in the delicate skin of your ass. Your punishment for guessing the wrong answer.

“It’s ok, y/n,” you noted the slightly smug tone in Iida’s deep voice. “I’ll drill it into you. You’ll know who to thank when you pass your test, won’t you, y/n?”

His voice sounded hazy through your blissed out senses, but you still gathered enough energy to murmur a weak: “Yes Mr. President.”

((Ooh bitch I snapped on this one I’m DIGGING Iida x Bad girl reader))

Haikyuu!! by Haruichi Furudate (2012-2020); Thank you for everything.

40. “you taste like fucking candy.”

i.e. a needy and lusty shinsou hitoshi

i went just a little brazy with this one i’m sorry but W H E W.

Shinsou Hitoshi was very very infatuated with you. He had waited so long to ask you out (insecurities and the hero complex that he was trying to build holding him back) and immediately felt like a dummy when you accepted him with a smile on your face.

He was very happy to get to where you guys were, and now that you have had a lot of successful dates ( and the fact the he couldn’t take the sexual tension anymore) he was finally having his way with you.

He did not think tonight’s date would be the date that ended up with you pressed against his living room wall, but to be honest he been thinking about exactly this and definitely wasn’t complaining.

He was really moving in overdrive, his mind moving faster than his hands his could decide what to do to you first. He was fighting against the clothes on your body, aggressively looking for more space to kiss and lick.

He loved the way you tasted. Having your hands behind you as you were pressed against the wall, open and vulnerable, just for him, was exactly what he wanted.

He was leaving dark and hungry marks all over your chest. He loved the way your legs buckled bite a little harder than the last time.

And everytime you let out a whine or a moan it would cause him to want more and more of you. He was growing more and more impatient by the second.

He couldn’t stay like this much longer. Deciding he wanted more, he stopped his attack on your neck to reach his hands around your thighs, causing you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist.

He had enough waiting and decided that he wanted to taste more of you right now. He didn’t take his lips off yours for a second as he walked down the hall to his bedroom.

One second you were being thrown on his bed and the next he was pulling down your pants and gripping your thighs.

Giving you no time to prepare as he plunged his tounge as deep as it would go into your pussy. Growling and slurping like it was everything he ever wanted. (and it was)

He went on like this for a while, being as vocal as he could (without stopping his movements) about how much he was really enjoying your taste.

Once he got you to cum on his tounge once, he licked a stripe up your entrance stopping to suckle on your clit before suddenly beginning to plunge two fingers in and out of you.

The pace of his fingers picked up as he leaned up to hover over your body and whisper into your ear.

“you taste like fucking candy, and I think I want some more”

The rest of your night was as sweet as you.

15.”No I’m supposed to be making YOU feel good”

i feel like i went a little overboard but i love him so he’s worth every word.

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Kirishima was really enjoying the position he was in right now. (one he had been dreaming about) after a very nice dinner at his place he convinced you to stay for a movie.

And during the movie you may have gotten a little distracted, one thing lead to another and you ended up making out while he held you against his lap.

He sat against the back of the couch, sitting up so he could meet your kisses with the same vigor and leave his marks on your chest and neck. His warm hands were running up and down your spine and gripping your shoulders pulling into him more.

He slid his hands down to your torso, encouraging you to move your hips back and forth. He could feel how aroused you were getting between the thin layers clothing and it was only making the situation harder in his pants

He couldn’t take the way you were moving against his thigh anymore ( and he wanted the night to last much longer than that) he was reaching his peak and getting there fast.

So without warning he wrapped his hands around your the back of your thighs and flipped you both into his back, now laying down on the couch his shoulder blades pressed against the seat with you still sitting on top of him.

He pulled you up to the top of his chest so he could start to kiss the inside of your thighs. His warm hands now running up and down your thighs giving you goosebumps.

His little pecks and licks turned into open mouthed kisses and bite marks all over your thighs. It was amazing the way he lived to please.

Lifting his head a little he made eye contact with you as he gripped your hips and pulled you forward. He wanted to watch the way you face would shift when he pleased you, when he had his first taste of the night.

His grip on your hips only grew tighter as he moved you back and forth to against his tounge. His sharp teeth would graze your clit and your entrance making you jolt from the sharp pleasure.

He enjoyed eating you like you were his last meal. He loved the way he could hear your whimpers and the way you begged for him to give you a break.

Even when the pleasure became too much and you would try and push him away, he would barley pay your attempt any mind as he would say “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good”

And he did, all night long.

this man deserves the world.

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