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COME AND GO (todoroki "dabi" touya)

ᝰ.ᐟ dabi's your ex? or not. he goes missing for months and magically appears in your apartment like nothing happened.

ur opinion on katsuki playing the big tough ‘bully’ then being a panting perv with the chubby girl in his class??

like he’s so mean and cold to her but he’s locked up in his room sniffing her gum shorts he stole on the verge of tears while jacking off

he calls you gross and other mean things his crude mouth can spew. it's almost breathing fire from how his words burn your skin from hearing his daily torment but alas, bakugo's a huge hypocrite.

katsuki could produce such copious amounts of his sweat and one mistake in activating his quirk he would blow up his room. he's angry. the veins in his body bulge while sweat drips in his forehead. the sweet scent of caramel is wafting in the confines in his room. the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth. his short pulled down below his knees and boxers lowered, enough to grab his aching cock in his hand. pumping furiously at the thought of you.

funny how he calls you gross and yet, here he is. disgustingly masturbating with your gym shorts in his left hand and the other palming his spit-lubed cock. he imagines you beneath him. begging and moaning for him to take you. watch as you cry from how good he was fucking you. gag as you envelop your warm mouth over his thick cock. choking as he shoves your head deeper and swallow his cum down in your throat and you would spread your hole. asking him desperately to use you.

k-katsuki!

his eyes widens. a sudden flash of your face in his brain while you call his name. his adorable, chubby classmate all on her glory for him. he bites his moan. stifled with his shirt in his teeth and his nose flared from the heady scent of your shorts. drenched in earlier's gym class.

his cock throbs with every stroke. closing his eyes in a manner to fully picture you naked while he jerks. hips stuttering and shoving his cock deeper in his fist as the muscles in his abdomen contracts and his balls is heavy. preparing for release.

katsuki blinks, tears clumping in his lashes while he think of you. his teeth marking the soft expanse of your skin so everyone will know you belong to him. his tongue wide and long enough to put it in your tight, little hole. twitching at his tongue wiggling inside you. you would grind your pussy in his face and katsuki would inhale your scent. burning in his memory and he'll fold you in half. bend you in positions that you didn't know and he'll rut deep inside you like there's no tomorrow.

he came bursting in his hands. shooting loads of the white color of his own release and when the temporary bliss passes away. katsuki in his bed covered with his own shame. dripping in his fist and staining his black shirt.

katsuki curses. he knows how his actions contradict what he really says to you and you probably hate him. who wouldn't? he's the resident asshole. a bully who likes to torment the weak like you.

you're only the weak person he likes and he would act as your protector. the strong and the brave with a barbed tongue. reeling from his post-orgasm state, katsuki imagines that with every insult he says to you, you're dripping wet. he would laugh at you and tell how filthy you are.

such thoughts this late and it's already past his bedtime. bakugo shakes his head to remove the thoughts of you plaguing him. you tormented him enough for this night and he have problems to take care of. cleaning his shame and returning your gym shorts he stole before you notice it's gone from the laundry room.

bakugo wistfully wishes that whatever he desired for tonight will come true.

thinking about men in business suits. who's tired of their job that makes a more than a living. hardly getting a break from their day to day job and the overtime, it's worst and the only way that relieves them is coming to their chubby spouse who waits for them at home. waiting for their arrival who kisses them by the door and a warm meal waiting for them. their chubby spouse who looks so good in a apron tied around their plush waist and their round tummy poking out.

they can't help but to grab their fat wife while slowly untying the knot of their necktie and just hugs them from behind while peppering kisses all over their face and them your tired husband is burying his face to your neck and then, it's on the bedroom.

dinner forgotten and cold in the table while they feast on your fat cunt. warm and dripping in such wetness that they can't get enough. the taste of your fat pussy is better than the meals they have eaten. they do it as a thank you but mostly they want it. been craving it for the whole day and they can't wait to get their face buried to your pussy with your creamy thighs crushing them.

just been plagued with husband and his chubby wife.

Nanami, Shiu, Higuruma (JJK) Matsukawa, Daichi, Kuroo (HAIKYUU) Yoriichi, Giyuu, Tengen (KNY) Tsukauchi, Endeavor, Aizawa (BNHA) Obi, Benimaru (FIRE FORCE) Gen, Hoshina, Kafka (KAIJU NO.8) Ego, Noa (BLUE LOCK) Taiju, Shinichiro, Wakasa (TOKYO REVENGERS)

DAY 3: EXHIBITIONISM ft. AIZAWA SHOUTA

CONTENT WARNINGS. handjob at elevator + references of public sex + oral sex (fem receiving)

SYNOPSIS. stern is aizawa but he's human too and he can't help but to fall on his ta.

aizawa keeps you at arm's length.

teacher assistant's especially you, that are much younger than him are recipes for trouble and ua, despite its reputation as the best hero school all over japan isn't strict about colleagues being in a relationship. romance is hard enough to find outside when your job demands you to nurture future heroes that will soon be the pillar the country.

he may have just judged you too soon that you are like the previous assistants that attempted to seduced his fellow teachers and him. you were like nothing of the sort. too focused on the more things that needed to be taken care of and desperate to get that reference to be put in your resumé and the experience.

and the worst of scrutinizing you is he's the one who's slowly doing the things that a teacher shouldn't have. he's having unnatural thoughts of you. no matter of keeping the things professional and doing each other's assigned work, you creep on his mind. his stares are no longer innocent and would wander. thinking how soft you must be under your clothing. the stockings doing their purpose of covering your legs but it doesn't do justice to hide the fullness of them and the blouse you wore, it was delightfully sinful. everything about you screams of domesticity.

your voice is polite as you asked him where to put the recently acquired files. in which he only responds with a gruff. pointing at the cabinet where should it be placed and his eyes known for its function to his quirk can't deny to tear away his gaze at your thick thighs doubling in size as you crouch to place it.

confined spaces isn't a place he's comfortable with. not with you besides him. quietly staring at numbers of elevator changing as it descends to get to the floor where a conference is being held. he keeps his gaze straight at the door when he can see himself in a suit. the sight of it makes him itch and he's already wanting to get back to his sleep and you will be there. waiting for him. shit. he curses to himself. the slacks are already bad news and from how tight it was, it will show. he's blatantly disrespecting you from the way he thinks about you.

“aizawa-sensei, you should keep your thoughts silent. it's loud.” you say to him and he froze. “you forgot i can read minds.” he studies your expression. you weren't angry but he can see the swirls in those eyes of yours being plagued with the lines of betrayal and worry. his words are stuck on his throat. he can only stare at you with those black irises of his.

“it's fine. you should have just told me.” you offered him a small shy smile. “aizawa-sensei, can i?” he swallows and his expression remain neutral but his elevated heartbeat tells you another story. your palming him in his trousers. his erection growing the more you touch him. “it's okay, you can touch me, too.” and he snakes his arm around you. grabbing your ass and it was wrong to casually touch you like this when it's his fault for not being able to keep it in his pants. giving up in the temptation. the form being taken by you.

he's hot in your palm. throbbing in your touch, his cock coated with your spit seems to grow more and is attentive to the ministrations you were doing. it's getting bigger, cum beading on the tip and it made happy that your sensei is lusting over you. seems like ages ago that you were a mere fangirl of the underground hero and now, he's putty in your touch.

you grasp firmly his length. assessing his reactions and when you get the huffs and his hips bucking for more friction, you squeeze his cock before pumping it with your hand. you didn't mind that you were doing it in a elevator with the risk of being caught but you love the thrill of it, however it's not the same to him. you know how he hates doing something in public and you consider it to finish your job done.

it's pulsing, the sound of shlick as you jerk him off and the small puffs of breath he's exhaling. a brief kiss is exchanged before going back for more. just a little longer. swiping the slit of his cock with your thumb and speeding up your pace and with a groan. he cums in your hand. cursing silently at the mess he made.

the elevator dings, signalling that you two have both arrived at the floor where a press conference is being held. none of you spoke a word, keeping it a secret of what happened and it leaves a dull ache to your heart that it will be probably the last but how wrong of you to say that.

“(y/n)? had you seen aizawa?” midnight asked you. “n-no.” you stammer before hiding your moan with a cough. she seems satisfied with your answer before leaving the room. twirling the pen between your fingers before a shaky moan escapes your lips. the pen falls in the cool surface as you gripped the corners of your desk.

your tugged the man's hair below your desk. feasting on your fat cunt with your creamy thighs wrapped around his head. “aizawa-sensei.” you call him. your thighs quivering, a sign of your impending orgasm and with a silent scream you came on his mouth. his face surfaces between your thighs. licking the corners of his mouth before emerging. that was close but you two didn't care. it was a new thing that was happening between too.

aizawa's more than happy. who knew he did like fucking you all over the school with a chance of being caught.

So Katsuki and chubby reader y/n have a great relationship. They rarely argue they really are best friends . One night they get into a fight and y/n doesn’t know how to handle it besides giving him the silent treatment. Katsuki’s being petty and doesn’t want to cave in to his chubby baby and say sorry . So the next day

Y/n is going out with friends to relieve stress she dressed A little to sexy for katsuki liking but he still doesn’t say anything when he peeps the outfit .But he does follow her. To his surprise she ends up at a male strip club with the girls and what does katsuki do? he goes in and creeps on his baby further . He is actually close enough to hear their conversation. he begins to lose his shit when they encourage her to get a private dance from the current male stripper on stage making googly eyes at her. Mina leaves and come back and tells her “I booked it your in the gold room “

Y/n is nervous and didn’t wanna go . She honestly wanted to be at home with katsuki but Mina practically pushes her in the room . She was sitting for a few mins when the lights went dark and music started suddenly a familiar figure appears from side curtain onto the small dancing area .

Dressed in a little male stripper outfit Katsuki turns to his girlfriend with a smirk 😏 he puts on a show then teaches her a lesson for being a brat and ignoring him and coming to a strip club . Make it nasty babes 😘😘😘

🤣🤣🤣

The "L" Word│Bakugo x Chubby Reader

Warnings│smut(oral fem!receiving, breeding), angst to fluff: the miscommunication trope)

Katsuki would rather die than to admit this; but you were his best friend.

You were there for him during his awkward transition from middle school to high school, as well as being a source of support during his traumatic memories after being captured by the LOV. You even cheered him on when he first debuted as a hero, throwing a small get-together at your shared apartment between your closest friends on their first successful day as heroes.

He loved you, he truly did. More than a best friend should. But he knows he’s abrasive, hard to love at times, so while he aches to have a deeper connection with you, he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness if it means you’re in his life.

You, on the other hand, were spiraling.

There had been rumors that Dynamite was spending lots of his free time with some “mystery girl” and you were not only shocked, but hurt by the news. You loved Katsuki and while you have long accepted the fact that he might never be into you, it hurt that your friend was supposedly in some secret relationship and didn’t tell you.

You were on the phone with Mina one day, ranting about the whole thing when she cut you off. “Not to be rude or anything (Y/NN), but are you sure you see him as just a friend?” She asked, coating her nail in a fresh coat of polish. “What do you mean?” You ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know just, from the way you’re talking, you seem jealous?” She says, blowing air on the wet nail. “I- I’m not-” “Now that I think about it, if a girl so much as looks at Bakugo, you get quiet.” She says, the gears in her brain visibly turning. “That’s not true!” You exclaim, realizing that she’s probably right in her deduction. “It’s not? So you wouldn’t care if he’s seeing someone?” She asks, smirk present on her face. She knows she’s got you backed into a corner, she just wants you to own up to your feelings. “I didn’t say that.” You mutter, annoyed that she’s right about the situation. “Ahh! So you do like him! Omg, you totally have to make a move on him.” She rants, going into detail about how cute you and Katsuki would look together. You chuckle at her enthusiasm before cutting her off. “Yeah, that’s nice and all but let’s be real, he doesn’t like me like that.” You chuckle sadly. As you sing his praises, you fail to notice him standing by your room door. He clenches his fists before walking away, heart caught in his throat.

Since that day, you’d noticed that Katsuki began acting cold toward you. Never staying in the same room for five minutes with you before leaving with some half-assed excuse. Being too busy for your chill nights where you both watch some awful movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn on the couch. He didn’t even hug you anymore, anytime you’d go for one he’d dodge your arms before walking away. You respected his boundaries, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

Everything came to a head when you decided to confront him on his actions. He was being weird and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You knock on his room door, the usual “go away” sounding through the door. You roll your eyes before trying the knob, pushing the door open when you realized it was unlocked. Bakugo picks his head up to look at you, scowl present on his face. “What the fuck are you doing-” “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you being mean to me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He furrows his brows before standing in front of you, mimicking your stance. “Mean to you? This is how I always am, the fuck are you on about?” He grumbles. You roll your eyes, sighing. “The way you’re acting! We don’t do the fun stuff we used to do together anymore. It’s like you don’t like being around me anymore.” You mutter. “Maybe cause I just don’t wanna hang out with you anymore, huh? You ever think of that? Why don’t you go bother your little boyfriend to hang out with you?” He says, turning away from you. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about, Kat?” He visibly shudders at the name before flopping back onto his bed, picking up the manga he was reading before you stormed in. “I heard you and Pinky on the phone the other day, talking about some guy. Just go bother him.” He says, flipping the page over. You narrow your eyes and huff, turning to leave the room. “Maybe I will.”

Since then, you’d actively avoid Bakugo, staying in your room when you knew he was out of his. Ignoring him when your friends came over. They’d noticed the change in dynamic, but felt that it wasn’t their place to say anything.

--

The entire ordeal with Bakugo had you stressed, so, in a spur of the moment decision, you decided to take Mina up on her offer to go to a club.

You took extra care of yourself, soaking in a warm, lavender scented bath, shaving, putting on your favorite scented lotion and doing your full skincare routine. You exited the bathroom in just your towel, slipping into your bedroom, failing to notice Katsuki standing in the hallway.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes before walking into his room. Since when did you go out late at night?

The question bounces around his head for the next hour before the sound of the doorbell ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. He opens his door to answer the bell, only making it as far as the kitchen before you beat him to it and he catches a glance at what you’re wearing. Skin tight black dress that just barely covers your ass, which he can tell you’re not wearing panties underneath. It hugs your soft rolls, accentuating them to the point where he just wants to get on his knees and nibble on them. And is that makeup you’re wearing? Lips so shiny he can almost see his reflection in them. Lips so plump he just wants to bite and suck on them. Fuck, how can you simply exist and reduce him to a pile of mush.

The sound of your voice along with others pull him out of his reverie. He pretends he’s getting a drink of water, listening in on your conversation when he sees you slip on a pair of sleek black heels and a black fur coat. He only manages to make out the words “club” and “men” before a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Are they trying to set you up with someone? Are they going with the intention of you meeting someone? Did you want to meet someone? Katsuki knows he hasn’t been the nicest as of late, but did he really push you into the arms of another?

No.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

He knows you're still upset with him when you give him a half-assed “See you later, don’t wait up” before shutting the door behind you, not even sparing him a glance. He picks up his keys and leaves after you, tailing Mina’s car from a distance.

He follows your group to a building that from the outside, looks like your standard club. Long line, flashing lights, the whole nine. He sees your group walking up to the bouncer, Mina sweet talking him into letting you all cut the line. He goes after you, shoving his pro-hero license in the bouncer’s face when he tries to stop him, telling him he has “urgent business to attend to.”

You were his business alright. And clearly, you needed attending to.

He scopes the area out before his eyes find you again, seeing you toss back three vodka shots back to back before pulling your friends with you on the dance floor, throwing your ass back on whoever was there to catch it.

Originally, Bakugo wanted to blend in to the back, be a watchful eye in case some drunk idiot thought they had a chance with you, but it’s when he sees Mina whisper something in your ear before making her way to one of the male strippers and pointing towards you that he makes the connection.

Oh hell no.

He waits until she makes her way over to you before he heads towards the worker, grabbing him by the red suspenders strapped snugly to his little boy shorts. “You better tell me what Raccoon Eyes said or so help me-”

--

You’re seated in a dimly lit room, a maroon, velvet loveseat to match the color of the room. You can faintly hear the sound of music playing but you’re too distracted by your racing thoughts. What’s Katsuki up to? Does he miss talking to you as much as you miss talking to him? Is he thinking of you the way you do him? Was coming here a good idea?

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the door open. Thinking it's the dancer Mina hired for you, you keep your gaze downwards. “Listen, I know my friend paid for a dance, but I’m kind of not in the mood. You can keep the money though!” You’re sure to emphasize. When you don’t hear a response you look up and the sight has your jaw dropping.

It’s not a stripper. At least, not any that you were expecting.

It’s Bakugo, clad in the tight golden boy shorts the male strippers are supplied with, along with deep red suspenders securely attached to the shorts. And the cherry on top, the matching red bowtie wrapped around his neck. A gift almost.

His torso is covered in a light sheen, baby oil you presume, and the way his body glistens in the soft lighting has your mouth watering.

“I-” You start, thoroughly taken aback at the sight. Bakugo huffs, a deep blush spreading across his neck as he watches you take him in. It’s definitely an ego boost, the way he renders you speechless. “Like what you see?” He smirks, taking his time in making his way over to you. You feel his rough, calloused hand under your chin, pushing it upwards to close your mouth for you as he slots himself between your legs. “Should close your mouth, sweet pea. Unless you want me to give you a reason to keep it open.” He mutters before trailing his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it downwards to coax your mouth open again. He pushes his thumb in once you grant him access, feeling your tongue swirl around the digit as you suck him into your mouth. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, princess?” He smirks when he hears your soft whine, the words yes, ‘suki being muffled by his thumb.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth before crashing his lips against yours, tongue easily slotting into your mouth, dominating the kiss. He’s everywhere, your mouth, your stomach, your thighs, you feel him, and your pussy throbs at the thought.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He mutters against your lips, licking along your bottom lip. “So sexy, fuck. See what you do to me, baby?” He asks, taking your hand to feel his erection bulging in his shorts. “F’you. All f’you, baby. Please. Please, let me fuck you, baby.” He practically begs, and you nod, needing to feel him inside you. “Fuck me,” You whimper against his lips. “Please fuck me, ‘Suki. Need you, baby. Please.” You whine, grinding against the thick thigh slotted between your legs. You can feel the muscle in his bare leg and when he flexes it has you grinding against him harder.

“Mhmm, gonna ride my thigh, baby? Gonna get off on just my thigh? Fuckin’ slut.” He groans in your ear, moving to press sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking hickies into the skin. “Do it. Fucking cum for me. Can feel you soaking my leg.” He says between each rough suck into your skin. It’s with those words and a rough pinch to your nipple that has you coming undone, grinding your throbbing clit against his legs as your orgasm washes over you, your moans going straight to Bakugo’s cock. He feels himself throb in his shorts as he moves his mouth back over yours, swallowing your moans.

Your hands are all over, caressing his abs and strong arms, the muscles rippling in his back and Bakugo knows that if he’s not inside you soon he might burst.

He takes off the suspenders and shorts, motioning for you to follow in getting undressed. He’s about to remove the bowtie when you stop him, “What?” He asks, brows furrowed. You look away shyly, before muttering “Could you maybe, keep it on?” He’s confused, but he figures he’s pissed you off already, why not indulge you. He leaves the bowtie on before making his way back over to you, perfectly spread across the loveseat, “You know we don’t have to do this right? I-” “‘Suki, I need you to fuck me. It’s okay, I want this. Want you.” You say, locking your legs around his waist to keep him secure. He nods before kissing you deeply, though it’s different from your earlier kisses. This one is slow, warm and wet. It has your stomach turning in the best way possible. He slowly guides his cock to your entrance, the mushroomed head easing its way into your syrupy entrance, your slick coating his cock to make the glide easier.

Katsuki groans into your mouth when he bottoms out, the warm wetness of your pussy engulfing his cock has him shaking, the way your cunt sucks him in each time he fuck into you turning his brain to mush. It's so good. He swears he’s never felt this way before, almost like his soul is leaving his body each time his heavy balls smack against your ass.

And you’re doing no better, each time the head of his cock hits that special spot inside you, it has you creaming over his cock, a white ring coating his cock at the base, dripping down to his balls. You’re mewling each time one of his rough hands grabs at the fat of your sides, warm mouth engulfing a pert nipple as he sucks on the bud like a newborn baby.

It’s too much, but then again it's not enough. You need more of him, more more more.

He picks up his pace, slamming his cock so hard he’s practically kissing your cervix, sliding a hand in between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and you’re thrashing, the feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Can feel you clenching around me, fuck!” He groans, thrusting harder, faster inside you. You whine, nodding your head when suddenly you feel a harsh slap against your clit. You gasp, eyes opening as you look up at Bakugo. “Eyes open, princess. Want you to look at me when you cum. Want you to see who’s making you feel good.” He mumbles into your mouth. You mewl as you tighten around him, you orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You’re sure to keep your eyes on him though, keeping eye contact with Bakugo and it’s the intensity of his stare that has you gushing all over his cock, soaking him in your juices as you squirt for him. The sight has his cock throbbing and with a few more thrusts he’s filling you up, stuffing his cock so deep inside you you’re sure your womb is coated in him, cum hot and thick as he fills you up. The thought has you clenching around him again and he hisses from oversensitivity. He pulls out after a few minutes, his cock no longer plugging up the rush of cum gushing from your spent cunt. The sight has him groaning and well, he can’t leave you all messy, can he?

While you're still coming down from your orgasm, you fail to notice Bakugo making his way down, leaving trails of kisses in his wake. He spreads your pussy lips before taking a bold lick, the feeling causing you to gasp and jerk away from his hold. “‘Suki! No! ‘m too sensitive.” You mutter, trying to push his head away. Bakugo’s undeterred however, holding onto your plump waist and burying his tongue in your cunt, lapping up your shared juices, your combined flavor dancing on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, the feeling traveling throughout your body. You’re writhing beneath him, hips jerking and you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull away or wanting more. Katsuki seems to know the answer as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and it’s that which makes you cum for a third time, breath getting caught in your throat as you ride his face, grinding your pussy against his tongue. He’s drinking you up, slurping up everything you have to give him, and it’s then that he realizes he’s been grinding his cock against the couch, his second orgasm washing over him as he eats you out into overstimulation.

He pulls away after a few minutes, you both catching your breaths. He moves to hover over you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, the taste of you coating your tongue. He pulls away to look you in the eye, almost like he’s searching for something. “I love you.” He says after a few minutes. “I love you.” He repeats, holding you so close you can feel his heart beating in his chest.

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Shouta is so hawt so here we go.........

"Please Lemme taste you, just a taste" shouta says while grinding you down on his hard-on. But you know better its never just a taste, flashbacks from last week come back.

Flashback

"Please, i can't take it, can't cum again" "please baby give me one more, cmon be a good girl for daddy" he says while pushing two of his thick fingers into your sensitive sopping wet cunny. At this point you couldn't remember how many times you had came, but you knew you were approaching another one....

End flashback

"Sit on my face, wanna be between your thighs" he said rubbing his hand up and down your thighs. "Are you sure i don't wanna hu-" " I'm positive been watin for you to sit on my face". Shouta took you to the bed and laid down. You nervously took off you underwear and stardled his chest. "Tap my inner thigh when you need a break i dont want to kill you" you said while caressing his cheek.

" a death by your thighs is a death i wouldn't mind honey, now i wanna drown juices gonna be a good girl for me?" You shook your head yes and straddled and hoverd over his face. You were a were a confident brown plussize babe but momments like these make you self conscious because you didn't want to hurt him. Shouta noticed your hesitation " its okay darling your not gonna hurt, just wanna make you feel good." You gave him a nod and he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down. With one lick from your pussy to your swollen clit shouta was locked in on making you cum in his mouth. You moved your hips back and forth as you moaned " mmmm shii......feels so good".

You could hear shouta slurping and sucking on your clit. You could hear him repeating " gotta make you cum, taste so good."

He slid two of his finger into your sensitive pussy, he pushed against the spot that makes your chubby legs shake. " gonna cum, Daddy your gonna make me cum.

You felt shouta stop for a second and began apologizing" sorry i didn't mean- it just came out" " don't apologize baby, daddys gotta make his good girl cum right? Its what she deserves." He pushed your legs farther apart and sucked on your lips. He pushed his tongue though your abused lips and began to eat you out like a starved man. You could feel shoutas hips thrust up to find some type of friction. You tried to turn around but shouta pulled you closer to him. You felt the coil in your tummy getting tighter. "M'close please, im gonna cum" " c'mon darling cum in daddy's mouth." He said as he harshly sucked your clit. With a loud moan you came in his mouth. After you came shouta continued to slurp and lick up your juices." Please i can't, too sensitive." He placed one last kiss on your clit and you straddle his wait. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you. You could taste your self on his lips. " love the way you taste honey"

You laid against his chest and traced figure eights on his chest. Shouta placed a kiss on the top of your head " I love you"" i love you too" you said as your drifted off to sleep.

The end

A/n I lost like 20 followers overnight did i do something😭😭 and thank you for 30 followers❤❤❤

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Hey love 💕, I have a little NSFW request. 🌚 a friends to lovers type thing with ProHero ShinKami and their quirkless bestie that’s feeling a little left out and kinda boring compared to their other friends. But she doesn’t know that they like her just as much as she likes them. Chubby girl friendly if you will 🥰

Hey bestie💕(do you mind if I call you bestie, term of endearment for me) I loveee this idea!! Hope you like it!

SN: Everyone show her some love. They make FANTASTIC content!💗

Santa Baby│ShinKami X Chubby Reader

Warnings: smut (creampie), cursing, (think that's it)

You never really minded being quirkless.

Sure, you were the subject of ridicule from your peers for most of your life. Even people with the most mundane quirks were sure to remind you of your place beneath them. But after some time, you realized that having a quirk wasn't all that it's cracked up to be, you could manage just fine.

You had taken a job at a small bakery in the center of Musutafu, and honestly, you were content. The pay was good since you had a lot of customers, and you had a great relationship with them. You were often told you give a more homey feel to the shop. With that being said, you often had pros come into the bakery for a quick snack and a small chat. Your favorites to talk to were Deku and Red Riot so far, but you were open to making new friends.

It was on a random Thursday, you had expected Red Riot to come in for his regular red velvet cupcake and relationship advice, but you were shocked to come face to face with Chargebolt. “Wow, Kiri sure was right. You are a cutie.” He says, sly grin on his face. Your face heats up, never having been flirted with so forwardly. “I, well- I,” “Say, what would a sweet thing like you recommend. I’m sure you have great taste.” He winks, satisfied with having flustered you. You swallow thickly, trying to get your words together, “The pineapple upside down cake was made this morning. We use fresh pineapples and cherries, and as a surprise we add a little rum.” You claim enthusiastically. You loved when customers asked for your recommendation, it always made you happy when they would come in and let you know how much they enjoyed the dessert. “Sounds great. I’ll take two slices.” While you prepare his order, you try to make small talk as you do with all your new customers, “I heard you say Kiri recommended me, are you two close?” “Yeah, he’s my buddy from high school. One of my closest friends. Are you and him close?” He asks. “I’d like to think so. He comes in twice a week and we do have our heart to hearts.” You say, moving to ring up his order. While taking out his wallet, he got a text from Shinso, telling him to come down to the agency for a meeting and you immediately recognized the sound. “Is that (Band Name)? I didn’t think anyone knew of them.” Denki immediately lifted his head. “You know (Band Name)? What’s your favorite song?” He says, smile creeping on his face. You were cute and listened to good music? Sign him up! “I really like (Song Name)! But I’m excited for their new album, the snippets sounded really good.” You smile, happy to have something in common with the hero. “I love that song! It really speaks to me, you know?” You nod and smile then let him know the price of his order. “I really hope I see you again, Mr. Chargebolt.” “Please, we’re friends now. Call me Denki.” He smiled.

Mini Time Skip

That day, Kaminari had told Shinso about you while they were having dinner. “And I made a new friend today! They're into the same band as me. They’re pretty cool.” Kaminari says. You had been running through his mind all day. He feels a bit guilty though, he’s in a committed relationship with Shinso! Had been for quite some time and he knows that he’s still in love with him, but he can’t help but feel a bit interested in you. “Really? What’s their name?” Shinso asks. Though he might sound uninterested, he was fully invested in how his partner's day was. “It’s-” Denki cuts himself off when he realizes. He didn’t get your name! He was so excited about the band thing that he never bothered to ask. “I- well, I didn’t get it.” He scratches behind his head. Shinso snorts, “Wow.” “But I’m going back there tomorrow so I’ll get it then.” He declares. “In fact, why don’t you come with me?” He suggests. “And why would I do that?” Shinso sighs, moving to clear the dishes. “I don’t know, I think you’d like her. She seems really nice and I heard this bakery has amazing coffee.” Denki says, knowing how to sweeten the deal. “Fine.” Shinso relents. “Oh also,” Denki moves to get the desserts out of the fridge. “She recommended this cake and I got you a slice. A reward for your hard work today.” He says, opening the bag. On top rests a small vanilla sponge cake with a sticky note attached; Just in case. Not everyone likes rum, haha. Enjoy! :) “She even gave me a little something in case I didn’t like the rum. What a gem.” Shinso laughs at his boyfriend's dramatics and takes one of the cakes. “Well? Ready to give it a try?” He asks, picking up a fork. Denki takes one for himself and they both move to try the cake at the same time. As soon as the cake hit their taste buds they knew; they had to get to know you.

Time Skip

As promised by Kaminari, they went to the bakery the next day and just like Kaminari, Shinso hit it off with you. They had a bit more time to sit and chat with you, so you made coffee and picked different snacks for the heroes to try. “Here you go, fresh coffee and as snacks,” You pause, turning to present them. “For Kaminari, you seem like a cinnamon kind of guy, so you get an apple streusel and for Shinso, I’m getting a coffee kind of vibe so tiramisu for you.” You say, putting the desserts in their respective spots. The pros look at their desserts astonished before Shinso looks up at you. “And what about you?” He asks. He hoped you weren’t ashamed of your size and didn’t want to eat in front of him and Kaminari. He was already starting to take a liking to you. “I’m glad you asked!” You say enthusiastically. “I’m trying a new lava cake recipe. So I’ll be doing a taste test to see if I’ll be adding it to the menu.” You move to bring out the cake, setting it on the table. It was a decent size and you may not have known it, but the two men felt happy that you were comfortable eating in front of them, and something that you hadn’t tried before? They’d get your raw reaction. When you sat down, you all immediately immersed in conversation, with them complimenting you on your skills.

Ever since that day, one or the other would come in almost every day. Sometimes they would come in together and you all would sit and chat. You really enjoyed the time you spent with the heroes and they were always sure to let you know they felt the same. Eventually, you built a pretty solid friendship with the two and over the course of a couple months, you became best friends with the duo. At first, you felt a bit weird about possibly causing a rift between the two, but after a while, you realized that if they wanted to make a pass at you, they would. But what you didn’t know was that they were secretly holding themselves back. There was not a day where you weren’t the subject of their fantasies, one of the only reasons they ever seem to get off these days. But they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, they’d rather suffer in silence than never see you again. 

It was on the day of the annual hero Christmas party and your best friends invited you to the event, wanting you to meet their friends and live a little. You had worn a cute, Santa inspired dress with red heels and an adorable Santa hat. You wanted to really get into the Christmas spirit. Making your way to the venue, you had started to feel a little self conscious. What if they act differently around their pro hero friends? What if you embarrass yourself, how would you show your face to them? You shake the thoughts from your mind, heading inside the venue. You survey the area, trying to find your two friends when you feel an arm wrap around your waist, “Hey, pumpkin. Looking for us?” You hear a familiar voice say. Turning to look at him, your eyes scan over Kaminari’s figure. He was wearing a deep red button down shirt, black pants and a Santa hat similar to yours. Beside him was Shinso in a similar outfit, however he ditched the Santa hat for a more festive tie. They looked good, really good. But you shake the thought before it sticks. You can’t lust after your two closest friends, especially when they are already in a relationship with each other. “Yeah, I’m happy to see you guys. You look great.” You smile, gesturing to their outfits. “Us? I think you stole the show, sweetheart. You look adorable.” Shinso says, moving to draw you into a hug. Shinso wasn’t the most physically affectionate person, Denki can attest to that, but there was something about your figure, the plushness of it, the softness. He couldn’t get enough, he wanted to have his hands on you all the time. “Aww, thanks Shin. Means a lot.”  You flush, you’d never get used to how casually they throw compliments around, especially towards you. “Well come on, let us introduce you to everyone.” Kaminari says, grabbing your hand.

They introduce you to all of their friends at the agency, talking about their history with each person and telling you what their quirks can do. As you cycle through people, you realize that your friends are surrounded by interesting people every day and you’re.. you. And while you’re not bothered by who you are, you can’t help but feel a bit boring compared to who they spend their days with. Your mood begins to sour, and you want to leave before they pick up on it, but they know you, so when you tell them that you’re gonna leave earlier than previously mentioned, they know something must have upset you. “Okay, but if you don’t mind, we’re going to walk you home. We’d feel better knowing you got home safely.” Shinso says. You don’t feel like putting up a fight, so you just nod your head and you all head to your home. They had been to your house numerous times before, so they know what direction to go. “You sure you’re okay, sunshine? You haven’t really said much since we left the party.” Denki asks when you reach your front door. “Yeah, I just feel tired.” You say, brushing off the topic. “Bullshit, we know when something’s bothering you (Y/N). Don’t make me use my quirk on you.” Shinso says, half joking. He wouldn’t really use his quirk, but he really wanted to know what was bothering you. “Let’s talk inside, it’s chilly out here.” You say, ushering the heroes into your home.

You settle them on the couch, removing your shoes and sliding on house slippers. “Well? Spill.” Denki says, on the verge of bursting. “Well, are you guys okay with me?” The men look at each other confused. “What do you mean?” Kaminari asks, bewildered. “It’s just, tonight after seeing all of your friends and hearing about the amazing things you guys do, I can’t help but feel a bit dull compared to your other friends. I’m not really anything special.” You say, feeling embarrassed at having revealed something like that. What would they think of you? Your thoughts are pushed away when you hear a soft chuckle on the couch. “Sweetheart, you think we’re bored of you? I don’t think you understand the hold you have on us.” Shinso says, chuckling more. “What do you mean?” They couldn’t think of you like that, could they? Nodding, Denki speaks up, “You are so amazing to us, love. We love hearing you talk about what dessert you’re thinking of adding to your menu. We love the cute little messages you send us every morning, before we head out to work. We love being around you, probably more than a friend should.” He moves to stand in front of you. “We love you (Y/N). You mean everything to us. Please don’t ever feel inferior to any of our friends, in our eyes, you are the strongest person we’ve ever met, right ‘Toshi?” Standing and nodding, Shinso makes his way over to you guys. “We know this probably came as a bit of a shock, but honestly we couldn’t keep it in anymore. And after we saw how some of the other heroes were looking at you in that outfit, we couldn’t go another day without calling you ours. So, what do you say?” He asks. You are genuinely stunned, of course, you’d had feelings for the men, you had ever since they had first offered to walk you home months ago, and you couldn’t lie, you did think of them whenever you hand slipped into your underwear at night, but you were shocked. They wanted you the same way you wanted them? “I- Are you sure? I’m not-” Denki cuts you off by moving his hands to caress your face, “You are, baby. And so much more. Let us show you how much we love you, huh? Let us make you feel good.” He says, practically growling it in your ear. You nearly let out a moan at the close proximity, overwhelmed. “Please, baby?” Shinso says, giving you the final push you needed. You nod and Denki immediately devours your mouth, tongue sliding over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You open your mouth, sliding your tongues together in harmony, letting him suck your tongue into his mouth. The scene is so hot, Shinso can’t help but to groan at his two lovers making out. Denki lets you go, a string of spit holding you together. Shinso turns your head towards him and devours your mouth with the same enthusiasm Denki gave you, however their tastes are different. While you got a more sugary taste from Kaminari, likely because of your desserts, you got a strong coffee flavor from Shinso, which was just as addicting. You separate after a minute, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” Shinso suggests. You nod, motioning for the pros to follow you down the hall to your room.

Once you enter, you’re immediately picked up by Shinso and you gasp at the sudden movement. “Fuck, you’re so pretty baby. You looked so hot in this Santa outfit. We couldn’t keep our eyes off of you.” He gruffs out, moving his face into your neck to leave wet kisses. He sat you on the bed between him and Denki, both of them attacking your neck with kisses. You bite your lip, trying to muffle the moans that threaten to spill out of your mouth. “Don’t hide your sweet noises, baby. Let us hear you.” Denki groans, biting a sensitive part of your neck. You can’t help but to let out a moan, the pressure feeling amazing. “That’s our girl. Keep going baby.” Shinso groans in your ear, biting the lobe. He moves his hands to the back of your dress, hands touching the zipper when he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this baby? You don’t have to.” He says, giving you an out. You nod your head enthusiastically, you’ve wanted this for so long! “I want to do this. I want you both so bad.” You moan out when Denki sucks your sweet spot. Taking that as confirmation, Shinso zips your dress down, pulling it off of your plush body. The men groan, you’re as gorgeous as they thought you’d be. “So fucking pretty. All for us right, baby?” Denki asks, moving his hands to cup your soft breasts. You had gone commando under the dress, thinking that it sat better without any undergarments. “No underwear? You were planning to get fucked, weren’t you?” Shinso says, smirking when you avert your eyes from him. “N-no. I just thought it’d look better without them.” You say, embarrassed at having been called out so bluntly. “Either way, I’m not complaining. So ‘Toshi, how should we fuck our sweet girl.” Denki asks, pinching your nipples as he talks with Shinso. You gasp at the feeling, senses on overdrive. “I don’t know about you, but her mouth seems pretty lonely. I think I should fuck it, what do you think, pretty girl?” You moan at the mix of praise and degradation, eager to please the two pro heroes. “Please. Please fuck me.” You whine out, eager to get to work. Kissing your cheek, the pros move to get undressed. They move you into a position that allows them both to work you, Denki positioned between your legs and Shinso in front of your face. “If it gets to be too much, tap my thighs three times, if it’s too much with Denki, use the stop light system, okay baby?” Shinso asks, hoping you're comfortable. You nod, “Okay.” Once all is said and done, the men get back into position. “Ready?” Denki asks. Once you nod, the men push in, Denki immediately kissing your g-spot and Shinso hitting the back of your throat. “Oh shit.” Both men groan, feeling the warmth and tightness of your body. You swirl your tongue around Shinso’s length, contracting your throat to make it more pleasurable for him and clench your pussy around Denki’s length. “You feel so fucking good baby. So tight and warm and wet.” Denki sighs out, thrusting at a vigorous pace. “Her mouth feels so good too. You’re doing so good for us baby.” Shinso groans, thrusting further into your mouth, saliva coating his dick. “That’s right baby, fuck her nice and good for me. If you get her to cum before you do, I’ll fuck you before the night’s over. You’d like that wouldn’t you, pretty girl? To see Kami get fucked by me?” Shinso asks, grabbing his dick to slap you on the cheek. You and Kami can’t help but moan at his words, the sight briefly flashing through your mind. “Yes, daddy please. I wanna cum.” You whine, eager to finish him and taste his sweet release. Thrusting back inside of your mouth, Shinso groans at the feeling. “Fuck, rub her clit. Help our poor baby cum.” Shinso instructs, excited to see you orgasm. Heeding his words, Denki licks his thumb and runs it through your puffy folds, thumbing your clit and rubbing tight circles, thrusting harder and faster into your cunt. “S’good for us baby. So pretty. Cum, baby. Cum for us.” Denki moans, rubbing harder. The band in your stomach contracts, your orgasm washing over you in intense waves. “That’s it baby. Cum. Cum!” Hitoshi groans, turned on by your weak little moans. He cums after a particularly hard suck from you, shooting his load down your throat. Kaminari is the last to cum, but he seems to have came the most, his load painting your walls and gushing out the sides. He pulls out once he’s softened, pushing the cum back into your sensitive cunt.

The men kiss all along your body, working your body down from the intense high you had. “Hey, baby. How are we feeling?” Shinso asks, rubbing your sore thighs, and generous waist. He simply couldn’t keep his hands off you and now that he knew you felt the same way, he’d be damned if he didn’t indulge in his pleasures. “So good.” You sigh out, lazy smile making its way onto your face. “I hope you didn’t think that was it.” Denki interjects, head resting on your chest. “I still gotta get fucked by ‘Toshi.” He said, cheeky smile on his face. You run your fingers through his hair. You don’t think you’d ever get tired of this.