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Patrol seemed to be dragging on for even longer than usual, today. Bakugou chugged the last of his water bottle, tossing the empty bottle in the nearest trash can as he tried to step out of the sun for a minute. It was boiling today, hot enough that there were very few people out on the streets-which in turn meant reduced crime rates for the day. Usually this was a good thing, but for pro hero Dynamight, this meant that he had to sit out in the heat for hours on end, doing absolutely nothing to distract him. He sighed, slumping down onto a bench, to rest for just a second with his head in his hands.

He looked up after a moment, only to be met with a shock of red hair, red eyes staring back at his own. He smiled a bit, leaning back to study the other hero. “Hey, Shitty Hair,” He said, his tone softening some from his usual. Since they had graduated from UA, both becoming pro heroes, Bakugou had softened up some, quieting down and growing more calm overall. It was a nice change of pace, not feeling angry all the time. That had been exhausting.

“Sup, Bakubro?” Kirishima grinned in response, sitting down beside him. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire the other man's sweat-slicked chest, practically drooling at the way his hero uniform hugged his body-especially those gorgeous thighs. The nickname, however, ripped him from his thoughts, scoffing as he rolled his eyes. He could admire the hero later.

“Sweaty. Tired. Probably about the same as you.” He answered calmly, shrugging. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck at that moment, and flicked it off quickly. “I’ve already drank a few bottles of water. Still feel dehydrated.”

The red-head nodded, glancing around the empty street. “Mmm, I feel that. I’ve been hoping to find a villain. Nothing super bad, just like, a bank robbery you know?” He hummed. Bakugou found his eyes back on Kirishima’s body, as the other rose to his feet, a grin lightning up his pink lips. “How about we have a contest?” He asked, pulling out two water bottles from the pack he had tucked away on his hip.

The blonde blinked in confusion, but realized shortly after what Kirishima was referring to. He felt red flood his face. They had done this once before, accidentally in their first year as pros. It had been another scorching day like this one, and to avoid dehydration Kirishima had dared him to drink as much water as he possibly could. He got down six bottles before he was bloated and unable to drink another sip without feeling nauseous. He remembered it so clearly now. The taller man had gotten this look on his face, that Bakugou couldn’t shake. Kiri had poked his stomach, and he remembered letting out a sound that could only have been described as a whine.

He hadn’t realized how full his bladder had been until it was too late, of course. He had tried to stand, but immediately regretted it as a few drops of piss dripped into his boxers. He squeezed his thighs together tightly, glaring up at the other hero. “H-help me,” He had whispered shakily, feeling the eyes of a few civilians passing by fall on him. It made his cheeks glow a bright red color, similar in color to that of the other man's hair.

Of course, Kirishima had just smirked, his eyes full of some emotion Bakugou couldn’t really understand. Now, he recognized what that emotion was. “Eijirou,” He hissed, reaching out to grab the other man’s arm. The red head merely pulled back, crossing his arms. “What, can’t hold it?” He teased, in a tone that Katsuki had never heard from the taller hero.

He vaguely remembered what had happened after that. Eijirou had poked his stomach once more, and his bladder had given up, piss gushing down his leg and soaking the front of his hero suit. It was a blur, but he knew he had rushed off to clean himself off, embarrassed and hard. They hadn’t spoken about it at all since, and Bakugou honestly tried to block it from his head all together. He knew there were a few civilians out there who had seen it happen, and sure enough, he appeared on a few different porn sites that night, people fantasizing about him wetting himself. Luckily no video evidence, so it didn’t affect him much.

Regardless, he still thought about it from time to time to this day, several years later.

“So, how about it, bro?” Eijirou’s words broke him from his train of thought, and he glanced back up, blushing just as furiously as he had that fateful day. The look on the hero's face was smug, as if he knew something Katsuki didn’t. A shiver ran through his body, and he found himself nodding, accepting the water bottle. This was a bad idea, and he knew it. Someone may actually catch him on video this time, and it could potentially ruin his career. The idea of being caught with soaked pants again though, made his cock twitch in interest.

“Let’s do this,” Katsuki mumbled, chugging the bottle quickly.

The first two bottles were easy enough. Having drank water prior to this, he was already rather full, though, so he began to slow down rather quickly. By the fourth bottle, he was about ready to tap out. His best friend, on the other hand, had already drank 6, and paused to let Bakugou catch up. That smug look had turned to the same look of desire he had years before with the first incident.

Katsuki was once again bloated and squirming as he tried to remain calm. One wrong move and it would be game over for him. He realized then that Eijirou hadn’t even discussed what winning meant for this game. He had accepted totally blind. That… was not a good idea on his part. It was a bit too late for anything to be done about it, though.

He blinked as he suddenly saw a flash of golden hair fill his field of view. He choked out a little gasp, eyes landing on the hero Chargebolt-also known as Denki, a former classmate. “Kirishima, Bakugou! Good to see you both!” Denki exclaimed excitedly, wrapping his arms around the two of them and squeezing tightly. Katsuki let out a soft sob, squeezing his thighs together as tightly as he possibly could. He could hear Kaminari talking, but it was all in one ear, out the other at this point. He glanced over at Kirishima, and the red head reached out, in what he assumed would be an attempt to pull him out of the situation. It was not.

A finger gently and discreetly poked his stomach, and his bladder immediately released itself like a tsunami, flooding his pants immediately. Denki immediately went silent, stepping back in shock. “Dude…” He whispered, taking another step back. “What the fuck?”

The typically angry blonde was flushed, panting heavily as his bladder emptied completely. He couldn’t think straight, but he felt an arm wrapping around him, belonging to an equally red-faced Kirishima. “We were just about to find a bathroom. Bakugou has a small bladder.” He said, voice dripping with lust that he masked with an apologetic tone. Luckily, Denki was just a bit too slow to notice. The golden haired man nodded, speechless for once. “Y-yeah, okay. Sorry.” He said awkwardly, before spinning around and quickly shuffling off, leaving the two heroes alone once again.

Immediately after he had left, a dazed Katsuki heard the sound of a phone camera, and glanced up, seeing the other man snap a picture of him. “You look pretty like this,” He said innocently, leaning in to kiss his neck, nipping just a little. It made his heart skip a beat, and the cold air against his wet pants made his growing erection throb a bit too. He opened his mouth to speak, but Eijirou shushed him swiftly, pressing a finger to his lips. “Why don’t you come over later tonight. After you clean up, of course,” He winked, pulling away. Bakugou didn’t even process the fact that the hero was walking away until he had left his view completely, leaving him alone and completely humiliated.

He received a text a few minutes later, as he was heading home to get changed.

‘I win :))’

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The package Mirio had so patiently been waiting on had finally arrived. He had been giddy all week, barely able to hide it from his boyfriend-this would be entirely worth the wait, though. Grinning, he ran up the steps of the apartment, nearly dropping the package as he struggled to unlock the door one handed.

Upon entering, he heard some cursing from Tamaki’s room, indicating that the other man was likely doing some work, meaning that he had plenty of time to set everything up.

Jumping to work, he decided to make a stir fry. He added his main ingredients, before he found his hand nervously hovering over the package he had just received. He bit his lip, before opening it cautiously.

Inside the package there was a small glass bottle filled with a strange green herb. Mirio felt a smile creep onto his face and took it out, admiring it. This little bottle held the leaves to a very specific kind of plant, one that was also extremely illegal. He was usually very against illegal activities but this seemed like a special occasion. After he had found out about this stuff, he couldn’t get it off his mind.

The herb in question was pulled directly from a plant that was said to be able to reproduce with human semen, producing eggs. It had been designed specifically for porn, of course, and was banned immediately after being announced by a small group of scientists. Mirio flushed at the thought. He couldn’t even believe that he was doing this. He wondered how Tamaki would even react to the idea. He was going to tell him before they ate, of course. He just had no clue how to explain it.

He put the pan on the stove, stirring as he added a few more spices. He was so lost in his thoughts, he barely processed the slim arms wrapping around him, the scent of his boyfriends body wash filling his nose. He tensed up a bit before relaxing at the kisses pressed to his neck.

“Hey, Tamaki.” He hummed thoughtfully, nuzzling against him with a fond smile. “Finished with your work?” Mirio asked innocently, a fire burning in his gut as he was flooded with arousing thoughts.

Tamaki sighed softly, and the blonde felt him nod against his back. “Yes, finally,” He spoke. His voice was quiet, and a bit tense. “I could use a distraction. Food smells good.”

Excitement bubbled up inside of him, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Mirio just knew this would make Tamaki feel so much better. They had discussed fantasies similar to this before, so he was decently confident that the other would enjoy it.

Mirio slowly spun around, his arms hugging Tamaki close with stark familiarity. His hands went to rest on slender hips, tugging him as close as possible.

“I actually have a surprise for you. I want to talk about it before we eat, though, okay? Nothing bad, I promise, only good things,” He said reassuringly, offering a loving smile as he went to tuck a piece of his boyfriend’s dark hair behind his pointed ear.

Tilting his head, Tamaki glanced up at him. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” He asked, his eyes flickering around the kitchen, until they finally landed on the package, and the jar with odd looking leaves in them. “Did you get some kind of crazy spice or something?”

Mirio shifted in slight discomfort, rubbing his neck. “Well, kind of. Basically…. Do you remember when we had that conversation about feeding you things for sex?” He blurted out finally, his cheeks turning a dark red color. It was odd for him to be flustered, usually being so comfortable with these types of conversations-but this felt different. He knew that there could be negative side effects, and Tamaki could possibly get hurt.. but it was at least worth a shot.

His boyfriend blinked, his cheeks tinting pink almost instantaneously. He hid behind his bangs, nodding slowly. “Of course. I told you I’d like that a lot,” He hummed quietly, and Mirio’s heart skipped a beat.

“Well… I may or may not have ordered a plant off the black market,” he began, pausing to check for a reaction. Tamaki merely crossed his arms, listening intently. “It…. it reproduces in a more animal-like way, apparently. I… If you’d be okay with it, I’d really like to try. I think it would give you, uh… different genitals. Which I know we discussed liking the idea of. You can say no, of course, but-”

“I’m in,” Tamaki interrupted, and when Mirio glanced up to look at him in surprise, he found a pair of dark, lust blown eyes staring back at him. His eyes flickered down to see that Tamaki was also semi-hard. He sucked in a sharp breath, and eagerly turned back to the food, grinding up some of the leaves into the stir fry. Biting his lip, he inhaled deeply as he took it off the heat after a moment. Mirio grabbed a plate, and quickly dumped a portion onto it, nearly spilling it in his excitement. He then handed it to Tamaki, and began to pack up the rest of the stir fry for another time. He glanced back over to see the Tamaki stuffing his face with it, and that alone made his cock jump in his pants.

That was a thought for another day, though.

As soon as he finished the plate, Mirio swiped it up and dumped it in the sink carelessly, before lifting a surprised Tamaki out of his seat, carrying him to their bedroom with ease.

He tossed his boyfriend onto the bed, watching those beautifully pale cheeks shift to a deep rose color, which he found also tinted down his neck and shoulders as he pulled off his shirt. He kissed over his skin so delicately, down to his happy trail-until he felt hands in his blonde hair and heard Tamaki groan at him to //hurry the hell up//. A shock went down his spine, and he shuddered, but quickly unbuttoned his pants, before going to take care of his own clothes.

Usually, they took their time. Hands gliding slowly across warm skin, bodies melding together like puzzle pieces, lips colliding in a rhythmic dance that could go on for hours. The change of pace was not unwelcome, however.

He found himself naked and pinning his boyfriend to the bed seconds later. He hadn’t remembered doing so, but it had apparently been the right thing to do when he heard the moan it elicited from the man beneath him. His eyes flashed as he admired the sharp curves of Tamaki’s body, the scars from battles, bruises and bite marks from their last night together. He reached down, tracing over them lovingly.

“So fucking beautiful,” Mirio, chuckling as he heard a stammered ‘thank you,’ in response.

Tamaki pauses for a moment, going still as he closes his eyes and concentrates. Since he didn’t know what exactly he could form with this plant, it took extra focus. After a moment, he let out a sharp cry, though, and Mirio glanced down, eyes growing wide at the sight.

The long, curved cock that Mirio absolutely adored was gone, and in its place was a pussy, tinged with green and already dripping with a thick layer of slick. He practically choked on his own saliva, eyes wide as saucers as he reached down, a finger gently nudging the soft clit tucked under his folds. His hand shot back at the sound that left Tamaki’s mouth, and he looked up at him in concern.

However, the look on his face was not a look of discomfort or pain, but one of pure ecstasy.

Mirio studied his lover’s expression, noticing something blocking his view. He placed his hand on Tamaki’s chest, and almost came on the spot when he felt those normally firm pecs squish in his grasp. He let out a gasp, his head spinning. His boyfriend had tits.

Without another thought, he leaned down, pressing his lips to Tamaki’s cunt. He vaguely heard the man suppress a moan, feeling hands in his hair once again, tugging him closer. He had never eaten pussy before, so he was extra gentle as he tongued over those slick folds. Tamaki tasted sweet, and smelled of sandalwood and honey. He grips his lush thighs, spreading them further so he could get a better taste. A moan slipped through his lips, vibrating directly against Tamaki’s clit.

The sounds that were coming from his lover were completely new as well, strangled moans of pleasure as he tugged hard on Mirio’s hair. He had never seen him in such a state of arousal, his face lit up by pure desperation. Those slim hips bucked in pleasure as he slipped his tongue inside, pretty indigo eyes blown wide.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Tamaki grunted out, whole body burning up as Mirio ravaged his cunt. When the blonde pulled away, a whine escaped him, and he shook his head in distress. “No, don’t stop!” He pleaded, voice cracking as he tried to drag Mirio back down onto him. He had never felt such intense pleasure before.

Mirio chuckled, wiping his slick from his chin as he pulled back to admire the man before him. “I’m just checking up on you. You feel okay? No pain? Not overwhelmed?” He asked ever so sweetly, a bit nervous despite the raging erection he was sporting.

Tamaki practically growled in response, his eyes growing dark with need. “If you don’t fuck me right this damn second-” He spit, but was cut off by two fingers pressing inside his cunt. He threw his head back, his whole body tensing as he held off his orgasm. “Yes, yes yes yes yes,” He chanted. This was the loudest he’d ever been, and Mirio was completely in love with it. He added a third finger, sliding in so easily thanks to the slick he was producing. He was definitely going to be eating Tamaki out later, for real. For now though, he needed to be inside of him.

He pulled his fingers out, but didn’t leave him empty for long. He knew better now. Although the thought of Tamaki threatening him like that again was a plus. He pressed the tip of his cock against his boyfriends cunt, rubbing against it teasingly with a low moan. He could feel the heat radiating off of it, making him salivate.

Mirio nearly blacked out as he was enveloped in wet heat. He groaned lewdly, shoving himself in until his testicles pressed against Tamaki’s ass. “Oh…. you feel so good!” He managed, enthusiastic tone not breaking as he ground into him teasingly. “I’m going to breed you so good,” He hummed, before beginning to slam into the smaller man over and over. The bed creaked loudly at the strength of his thrusts, air filling with moans and cries from the both of them.

Tamaki wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend, nails scratching at Mirio’s skin as he was fucked brutally, mouth wide open as he felt that massive cock in his lower gut. The sensations were so overwhelming, he could almost feel himself beginning to panic-but that panic was brief, as he felt his orgasm approach once again. He could hear Mirio speaking, and finally began to listen again. It only took a few words for him to orgasm, though.

“Gonna fill you up so good, breed you until you can’t walk,” Mirio was growling, barely able to control the words that slipped from his tongue as he pounded Tamaki as hard as he humanly could. It didn’t even sound like him, voice gruff and needy. It was then Tamaki let out a scream, and came so hard he saw stars.

The way Tamaki’s pussy squeezed around him made Mirio yelp, his hips stuttering as he also came, only seconds later, his own yell joining his boyfriend’s. They both rode out their orgasms, whispering words of praise and adoration to each other sweetly, like they always did.

They laid there for a while, bodies still locked together, until a noise of discomfort came from beneath Mirio. He glanced down, and groaned as he noticed a clear liquid was leaking from those pert nipples. Curiously, he leaned in, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently. The fluid was sweet, and Tamaki moaned a bit at the feeling, though he was far too overwhelmed to do much else. Bright blue eyes widened as Mirio realized what was happening.

Pulling out swiftly, he shifted back to sit on his heels, his soft cock dripping with their combined fluids. He found himself looking at Tamaki’s stomach. It was distended, bloated. He swallowed thickly, gently reaching out to touch it. “Shit, I didn’t think this part would happen,” He hissed, making eye contact with his exhausted lover as his voice came out panicked. “Darling.. That plant lays eggs...”

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Eijirou’s foot tapped against a can, sending it spinning down the dark alleyway. It broke the silence of the night, shattering it like a baseball through a glass window. He glanced down at his watch, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette. He slotted it between his lips, flicking the lighter a few times until it managed to flare up with a small flame. Smoke filled the air before him, and he inhaled deeply, feeling his body relax.

Letting out a sigh, his eyes flickered to the door of the busy bar. Any second now, his target should come stumbling out, as he always did on Friday nights. Katsuki was predictable. It would make this job an easy one, at least.

He had once been in the same sort of position. He remembered it so clearly, despite it making him flinch. One of his friends had gotten in trouble with a gang, and Eijirou, being an innocent 17 year old still in high school, had tried to defend him, as they were being cornered by a group of men with knives. Stupid.

The men had paused, surprised by his bravery. He recalled the way their knives had glittered, lit up by the moon. A soft laugh filled the air suddenly, and a woman stepped forward. Looking to be a few years older than Eijirou, she possessed curly pink hair with dark tattooed skin. Her movement revealed sparkles along her skin, the sparkle seemingly akin to the glow of body glitter. She was wearing a leather skirt with a matching long-sleeved top cropped just above the navel. Thigh-high boots completed her look, high enough to cover the majority of her legs with only a peek of the hidden tattoos exposed underneath. Something flashed on her thigh, and he quickly realized she also had a knife there, strapped to a garter.

Eijirou was ripped from his thoughts at the sound of a door swinging open, drunken laughter from inside the bar rushing out into the chilled air. He tensed, one hand reaching down to rest on the knife concealed within his jacket as his eyes followed the person stepping out. It was a male around his age, with spiky blonde hair. He smirked. That was definitely his target.

He took another puff of his cigarette, waiting for the door to swing closed, leaving them alone in the quiet alleyway. Before Katsuki could walk off, Eijirou had him pinned to the wall, holding him firmly in place.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki sputtered, rage filling his face as he looked up into the face of his assailant. His face grew pale, though, when he noticed the small but recognizable tattoo on Eijirou’s neck, one worn only by his gang. Eijirou merely grinned, feeding off of the blonde’s fear. He pinned his hands above his head with one strong hand, using the other to grab his cigarette, blowing smoke into his face.

“Katsuki. You fucked with the wrong people,” Eijirou spoke calmly, eyeing him with a devious look. He tugged down the front of Katsuki's shirt, and pressed the lit end of the cigarette against his skin, snuffing it out. He heard a soft cry, and hummed thoughtfully, tossing the singed butt off to the side. “You need to learn your place, clearly. But this is your warning. Don’t fuck up again.”

As Eijirou turned to leave, he felt a glob of something wet land on his neck. He froze in disbelief, reaching back to wipe it off. When he drew his fingers back, he found a clear liquid, exactly what he suspected it to be. He let out a low growl, spinning around to find Katsuki with a cocky grin plastered across his face.

Within an instant, Eijirou’s hands were pressing to the shorter man’s throat, pinning him up against the wall with ease. His jacket slipped off his shoulder, revealing rippling muscles. Fingernails scratched against his own hands, trying to pry them off, before they went mostly lax, almost holding his hands in place.

Eijirou went to speak, but the second they made eye contact he felt his heart skip a beat. He usually found fear on the faces of those who ended up like this, and that wasn’t completely incorrect for Katsuki, but merged with fear, Eijirou also found something else.

Lust.

Pupils blown wide, Katsuki //was// holding his hands in place, little strangled whimpers slipping from those pretty pink lips. Upon glancing down, Eijirou found that those tight pants hugging the man’s supple thighs were tighter than they had been, an erection clearly poking at his leg.

Surprised by Katsuki’s reaction, Eijirou dropped him, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The blonde tumbled to the ground in front of him, coughing as he clutched his throat. He expected Katsuki to get embarrassed, run away. Instead, though, he glanced up, his eyes glazed over with drool dripping down his chin. Eijirou sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his own pants tighten.

“F-fucking do it again,” Katsuki managed. His voice was gruff and needy, and Eijirou found himself suppressing a moan, eyes wide as he took a step back to look at him.

A growl rumbled in his gut then, unprompted, and his body seemed to move without him thinking much about it. He grabbed Katsuki by the hair, tugging him close. Hands scrambled to undo the button on his pants, but he was unsure at this point whose hands they were. A groan slipped past parted lips, lower lip swollen from chewing on it with pointed teeth. He felt cool air against his cock, and his grip tightened in Katsuki’s hair as he rubbed it against his face.

“Quite the fucking slut, aren’t you?” Eijirou taunted, his voice cracking as he felt plump lips around his cock. He didn’t give him the time to answer, however, mind going blank as he slammed his hips forward, his cock stabbing down the back of Katsuki’s throat.

A chill ran down his back as he glanced down, seeing the look of absolute desire on the other man’s face, seeming so happy to be //used.// Maybe he could convince Mina to let him keep this one around.

Katsuki let out a ruined moan, gripping Eijirou’s hips desperately as he stared up at him, waiting for action to be taken. How could Eijirou refuse such a pretty face?

He began to thrust relentlessly into Katsuki’s mouth, watching as those gorgeous ruby-colored eyes widened before fluttering to a partial close. Eijirou could feel his orgasm creeping up on him already, so obnoxiously aroused. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering for a moment before continuing their brutal pace. The gagging sounds that followed only fueled his hunger more, throwing his head back as he tried to stave it off for a bit longer.

A shift in position made him look down once more, though, and he found his eyes resting on a totally ruined Katsuki, his grey sweatpants with a growing wet patch.

He had cum, completely untouched.

Eijirou practically snarled at that, and it only took a few more thrusts for him to orgasm, slamming his hips forward a final time as he emptied his load into Katsuki’s welcoming mouth. His orgasm had his hips jerking from time to time, unable to control his muscles due to the intensity.

They sat there in silence for several minutes, labored breathing filling the now-silent alleyway. After some time had passed, Eijirou pulled his soft cock from Katsuki’s mouth, before reaching down to gently grasp his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Mmm, I’m going to vouch for you, puppy. But only if you let me do that to you again, some time.”

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Laughter fills the small apartment, blaring from a TV. The two men seated on the couch in front of it are silent, however, huddled up together under a thin blanket. On the TV screen, the blonde’s smiling face pops into view. He was dressed in a suit, his hair braided with flowers threaded throughout the golden locks. Shouta swallowed down a lump in his throat. Their wedding day. The shaky camera panned over, revealing him in similar attire, actually smiling, for once. Upon seeing the camera pointed at him, the smiling man in the video scoffed, covering his face with his scarf.

A tear rolled down Shouta’s cheek.

He tried to wipe it away, but Hizashi was already there, wiping it from his cheek as the scent of his calming pheromones flooded Shouta’s nose. Despite them, though, he could sense his alpha’s fear and hopelessness.

This morning, it had been announced that the sun was going to die today.

Shouta had been sipping on a cup of coffee, enjoying his day off while watching the news. An emergency broadcast appeared on the screen, and his world froze, the coffee cup falling to the ground and shattering. He still hadn’t bothered to clean it up, where it lay on the floor in the kitchen. Some part of him must’ve thought if he never cleaned it up, the world would stay standing still.

Hizashi kissed his head gently, breaking him from his thoughts. He had rushed back home the second he heard the news, to mourn the end of existence with his husband. Shouta glanced over, to see him holding up a makeshift cross, painted with Shouta’s name on it in unsteady handwriting. Under his name, beloved husband, teacher, and friend.

It was bittersweet, honestly.

He held up his own, the words similar-but he had added a stick figure drawing, with long hair and stupidly shaped sunglasses. Hizashi paused, before letting out a choked laugh, tears filling his eyes as Shouta joined in, laughing with him. It truly felt like they had just discovered what it meant to laugh.

“I love you.”

When Shouta spoke, for the first time in a few hours, his voice was rough and unsure, but so filled with love. Their eyes met, holding each other’s gaze for some time. The reality of the situation sank in, tension building up in his chest. These were their last moments alive.

“I love you too.”

Time crept by slowly that evening. Shouta had always imagined that the end of the world would be quick, over painlessly. He almost wished it was.

They soon found themselves out on the tiny balcony, as the sun was setting off in the distance. Hizashi brought out his radio, which played a compilation of all their favorite songs, and they had dressed in their wedding suits. Candles had been placed on the ledges, and they twinkled as the world grew dark. Bodies intertwined, they danced, not wanting to separate for even a second. The heat outside intensified until they were sweating, but they continued till the end of the playlist.

A kiss, long and fiery, would linger on their lips for the rest of the night.

The candles had burnt down long ago. The smell that came before a forest fire filled their noses, and they finally decided to head inside. Clothes were discarded to the floor as they undressed each other in the kitchen. Nothing mattered but them, as if they were the last two people in the universe. They took their time, kissing over each other’s scars lovingly.

Shouta’s bare backside was pressed against the cold stone of the countertop, legs spread wide as Hizashi’s warm tongue brushed against his sensitive clit. Fingers threaded through long blonde hair, tugging lightly. Slick poured from him, covering his husband’s chin. A vibration against his pussy made him gasp, his grip tightening as he glanced down at him with hooded eyes. Hizashi was crying, trembling against him.

His orgasm hit him like a tsunami. The alpha had always been good with his mouth, but something about the haste of the moment made it even more intense. His toes curled, eyes squeezing shut.

“‘Zashi…” Shouta groaned, panting as he came down from his high. His eyes opened, and he looked down at his lover, stifling a sob before letting out a meager laugh. The last time he would ever get eaten out.

Hizashi seemed to know what he was thinking and laughed with him. He came back up to eye level with Shouta, and leaned in, kissing him with great fervor. The omega wrinkled his nose at the taste of his own slick, but he didn’t argue. It was then he slid off the table, spinning them so Hizashi could lean against it. He kneeled before him, admiring his husband’s cock for a moment. It was thinner but made up for that in length, and for the slight curve.

Taking the tip in his mouth, he heard the alpha groan, the pheromones in the air growing heavy. Hizashi smelled of pine and warm apple cider. It was always nostalgic, reminded him of when they first started dating. The alpha had tried so hard to hide his scent. Until Shouta scolded him for it, of course. It appeared more frequently, after that.

Shouta hadn’t even noticed he had managed to get Hizashi’s cock to the back of his throat until he heard the blonde moan, hips bucking slightly. He supposed it was second nature, at this point. He knew exactly how to make his husband fall to pieces. Now was the perfect time to demonstrate that. He slowly began to bob his head, swallowing around Hizashi tauntingly.

“Yo-you’re so beautiful, Sho,” The omega heard from above him, and he felt his clit twitch slightly.

The air was growing thin, the heat becoming intense inside their small apartment, even with the ac blasting. Still, they stayed calm. It //was// only them, alone in the universe.

It wasn’t long before he felt a gush of cum pouring down his throat, making him moan softly. The swell of his alpha’s knot against his lip sent a shiver down his spine. He was going to miss that. Pulling back, Shouta smiled sheepishly, looking up at Hizashi with adoration shining in his dark eyes.

They ended up in the bedroom, already ruined, but neither willing to stop. Their kissing had become less neat as it became harder to breathe, now sloppy and desperate as their final moments approached.

Strangely enough, it felt eerily calm. Maybe it was the loss of oxygen, or the heat sending them into hysteria, but everything felt… okay. Curled up in his alpha’s arms, he felt safe.

Moans filled the air as Hizashi’s cock slid inside of Shouta, arms wrapped around each other in a tight hold. The soft slap of skin was loud in the near-silent apartment. There were no cars speeding past outside, no loud parties, no drunken conversations. It was totally silent.

Hizashi let out a groan as he came inside of Shouta for the last time, hips jerking throughout his orgasm as the omega clenched around him, orgasm peaking in synch with his. It was a beautiful sight, the pair dripping in swear, exchanging love-filled nonsense with each other as the clock counted down.

Three in the morning was when the smoke started to fill the house, flames lighting up the world outside their window. Soon.

The pair laid in bed together, with Shouta lying on Hizashi’s chest. One hand was in his hair, the other weaved through his husband’s hand, holding on tight. Slowly, he felt that grip loosen, their bodies growing weak as smoke filled their lungs.

“I love you, Sho,”

“I love you too, ‘Zashi.”

Chapter Text

The sun was setting over the noisy city, traffic starting to disperse as people headed home for the night. Pro hero Red Riot, however, was just setting out for his nightly patrol. He had always enjoyed the late shifts, getting to people watch a bit before it became dark, and he had to begin actively looking out for villains. The sector he was in tonight was usually rather calm, regardless, so he was planning on a more relaxed night, for once.

Eijirou stretched his arms as he studied the people walking past, catching flashes of fun-colored hair or interesting tattoos occasionally. He liked to imagine people’s backstories, their personalities, after just a single glance at them. Gave him something fun to do while he worked.

One man, in particular, caught his eye as he walked past. He had dark indigo hair, with eyes of a similar hue. He was wearing a pair of high-waisted jeans and a cropped hoodie, nothing fancy. What surprised him was the look on his face, however. It was a mix of a few emotions that Eijirou couldn’t quite decipher, furrowing his brow as he tried to get a closer look.

Before he could get a better look though, the man had disappeared, seemingly into thin air. Eijirou rubbed his eyes, frowning. Maybe he was losing his mind.

He carried on with patrol after that, but couldn’t seem to get the mysterious man’s face out of his head. He had looked to be around his age, and something about him didn’t feel like he was just a normal civilian. If he had been an undercover hero certainly he would’ve noticed, wouldn’t he have?

This train of thought led to him straying from his normal route, headed down a near-abandoned street. Ahead of him, just about to wrap around the corner, he saw a figure, dressed in an outfit resembling the man from earlier. Eijirou’s eyes widened, and he immediately followed, trailing behind him from a distance.

After following for another block or two, the man stopped in front of an old warehouse, one that had been closed down for years. He watched him open the door, stepping inside silently. That was certainly abnormal behavior that required investigation.

Eijirou approached the door cautiously, before slipping inside himself. His regret, however, was instantaneous.

Before he could harden and jump to fight, a pair of intricate antlers suddenly pinned him to the wall, leaving him utterly helpless. He squirmed, seconds away from breaking free. Upon feeling a sharp poke to his thigh though, coming from a snake-like appendage sprouting from the villain’s arm, he found that it was becoming harder and harder to move his limbs. Struggling weakly his eyes widened as he found himself looking at the man he had seen earlier. His expression became clear to Eijirou now. He had wanted to hurt the hero. Rip him limb from limb.

“Hello, Red Riot,” The man spoke, crossing his arms. He hadn’t bothered to cover his face, perhaps rather confident in his ability to evade law enforcement. Eijirou growled softly, his body practically fully limp at this point. He could feel only a minor buzzing in his limbs, like his whole body had fallen asleep.

As he studied the man, it finally clicked why he had fixated on him.

“Tamaki?” Eijirou whispered shakily, struggling to speak. He had gone to school with him, Tamaki being roughly two years older than him. They had interned at the same agency, under Fat Gum-the two had become fast friends. However, when Eijirou debuted as a hero, Tamaki had pulled away, disappearing. He had assumed he had done something wrong. It still hurt some, considering how close they had been.

Tamaki grinned crookedly, watching the pro hero put the puzzle pieces together. It was adorable, watching that face twist into one of pure betrayal. He clicked his tongue, taking a few steps closer to Eijirou. The antlers retracted as he moved, and he slumped to the floor. He felt fingers in his hair and flinched as he was lifted to look at his former classmate and friend. The expression on Tamaki’s face was enough to make his blood run cold.

“I’ll make you regret leaving me behind.” Tamaki spit, his eyes wide with rage, and something more. He felt dizzy, disoriented enough that he didn’t even realize that something had wrapped around his throat, slimy and warm. He gasped as he felt himself starting to choke, lifted off the ground.

“Nothing to say, huh? Wow, I thought a big strong hero like you would be harder to take down. This must feel embarrassing for you, Eijirou.”

He realized then what was wrapped around him as four more snuck in, grabbing him instead by the arms and legs as they held him in the air. Tentacles, produced by the villain’s quirk. His eyes grew wide, the one around his throat loosening up and allowing him to breathe. He broke out in a coughing fit, gasping for air as the blood rushed back to his head. The tentacle poked at the exposed flesh of his stomach, tracing it’s way up till it was pressing against his lips.

Tears welled in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen, but that only seemed to fuel Tamaki’s excitement. He glanced down to see Tamaki palming himself through his pants, growling as they made eye contact.

“Tamaki, please listen t-”

The tentacle took that opportunity to squeeze into Eijirou’s open mouth, filling it. Drool dripped down his chin as he let out a muted cry, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks, splattering on the floor beneath him. He was utterly helpless, unable to even call for help. The tentacle begins to pump a liquid in his mouth, sickly sweet and thick enough to make him gag. His brain starts to grow dull, his thoughts slowing down.

“You don’t get to talk to me. Trying to patronize me, like some big bad pro hero,” Tamaki sneered. “It’s my turn to make you feel weak. Use you like the slut you are. I know how you used to look at me, Eijirou. With those puppy-dog eyes. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Eijirou let out a muffled sob, his body trembling weakly as he felt another few tentacles began to tear his clothes off, leaving him exposed to the chilly air of the warehouse. There was no one around for hours, no one to hear his screams even if he could slip one out. He didn’t even think he wanted to be found, at this point. He didn’t want to risk anyone seeing him be violated.

Despite the poison numbing his body, he could still feel everything that happened to it-so when he felt something poking against the tip of his soft cock, he whimpered helplessly. The smallest tentacle was pressing directly against his urethra, teasing it slowly. He could feel his cock twitch, the sensation causing it to harden only slightly. He should his head, another wave of tears pouring from his eyes.

When the tentacle slipped inside, his eyes rolled back into his skull, body jerking as he convulsed. It was too much, too fast.

After a moment of it pressing inside of his growing cock, another tentacle slithered up along his leg, pressing to his hole, which he automatically clenched, staring down at Tamaki with a pleading glance. Tamaki merely grinned, and the tentacle shoved past the ring of muscle, beginning to expand inside of him in an instant. His cock suddenly began to throb, and his head span as he felt an intense orgasm sweep over his body. Due to the tentacle forced inside his cock, however, no cum came out, and the pain that filled him due to that fact was overwhelming. It forced his body into a second orgasm, all the more painful than the last.

He was being split open in all of his useable holes at this point, his mind layered in a thick fog that prevented much thought. He was almost grateful for the fog. Perhaps he would be lucky enough to not remember this happening.

Eijirou was unsure of how many times he came, or how many times the tentacles released that sickly sweet fluid into his body. By the time he finally felt them leave his body, though he had regained control of his body, he was too sore and exhausted to do much of anything. He could hear the other man’s voice, felt something solid connect with his gut as he was dropped to the ground. The world was spinning around him too badly for him to be able to process. All he could decipher was a laugh and a few words before the warehouse was plunged into darkness, sirens in the distance growing louder as they approached.

“You’re mine now, Red.”

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The air was thick in the small dorm room, clouds of smoke getting swirled around by both a fan and an open window. The two had never been too good at hiding the fact that they were both major stoners. Their RA didn’t seem to care, just encouraging the bad behavior to happen late at night. Their room always smelled of weed and incense, for that exact reason.

Hanta inhaled deeply, feeling his head begin to grow dizzy. It was a welcomed feeling, after having a long week filled with midterms. As soon as he had finished his last exam, he had rushed back to his shared dorm, getting set up for when Denki would be done as well.

They had known each other since middle school and had been practically inseparable since. Despite this, there had never been anything more than friendship between the two of them. A few feeble attempts at flirting, sure, but they had been brushed off as “bro talk.”

It had begun to make Hanta’s heart ache. They had both grown and changed so much over the years, and still, he had this overwhelming crush on the hyper blonde. One that was seemingly unrequited.

He heard the door swing open, and Denki’s beaming face lit up the room. Hanta’s breath hitched in his throat midway through a hit, and he started coughing, cheeks flushing pink. Denki was wearing a pair of //very// short shorts, along with a see-through white shirt. Small yellow lightning bolts were pierced through his nipples, visible under the thin fabric. Hanta was going to implode.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Denki snickered, slipping inside and closing the door behind him. The blonde plopped on the floor beside him, leaning against his bed. The dorm was so small that there were only a few inches of space between them, both pressed against their beds. “You started without me?”

Hanta glanced up to see an exaggerated pouty face staring back at him. He blushed a bit but rolled his eyes. He had always been a sucker for Denki’s puppy-dog eyes, unfortunately.

“Yeah, couldn’t wait,” He shrugged, handing the bong to his roommate. “Only took a hit or two, though, don’t worry. I just started. That physics exam was awful.” Hanta groaned, glancing at Denki as he took a hit. He looked so graceful as he inhaled against the top of the bong, the way his body seemed to instantly relax making Hanta grin. He always looked so pretty stoned, eyes tinting with red as his lips parted around the bong.

At some point during the next hour, music was put on, blaring a mix of their favorite songs that Denki had compiled for them after their last smoke sesh. Hanta smiled fondly, glancing over at the blonde who had slowly been scooting closer all night. Upon making eye contact, though, he found their faces only inches apart, with Denki in his lap, straddling him. He flushed darkly, and opened his mouth to speak, only to have Denki practically connect their lips, blowing smoke into his mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, eyes wide as they broke apart.

Denki grinned that shit-eating grin of his, still sitting in Hanta’s lap. In his current state, he was finding it hard to control his emotions-and his half-hard cock. He swallowed thickly, before reaching for the bong, covering the top with his mouth as he inhaled against it. He wasted no time in reaching over to gently grasp Denki’s chin, pulling him in for a smoke-infused kiss.

He heard the blonde gasp, but when he didn’t pull away his heart fluttered happily. Denki leaned into the kiss, and Hanta’s lashes fluttered closed, parting his lips further. Their teeth clacked against each other awkwardly, causing a giggle to arise from the both of them. Pulling away once more, their foreheads rested against each other.

“I’ve been trying to get you to do that for months, Hanta,” Denki croaked, his voice hoarse and low. He could feel the slight erection the blonde was rocking and swallowed thickly, knowing his own was likely reacting the same way.

“Months?”

“Months.”

“Shit, dude. How’d I keep missing it?” Hanta groaned, slapping a hand to his face. He knew he could be a little oblivious sometimes, but he didn’t know it was that bad. He was distracted by the roll of Denki’s hips though, their clothed cocks rubbing against each other. It elicited a soft moan to rumble in Hanta’s chest, and he peered at Denki between his fingers.

“Just touch me, Hanta,”

Their lips connected once more, in a passionate but messy kiss.

He hoped he would remember this come morning.

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Gritting his teeth, Izuku’s eyes tracked the explosions across the room, calculating where exactly Katsuki would land. They had been going at it for about an hour already, and it felt as though very little progress was being made. Both of them were sweating heavily, giving the blonde a large advantage due to his quirk. Izuku was beginning to grow exhausted, but he couldn’t give up, not yet.

“What’s wrong, Deku?” The other’s gravelly voice came from behind him, and Izuku cursed at his own ignorance, spinning on his heel to face the other. “Feeling tired?” Katsuki taunted, his palms sparking as he readied another attack. Izuku quickly analyzed the other man's stance, charging up for a counterattack.

However, his attempt was in vain, as instead of feeling the blast of Katsuki’s quirk, he felt his feet being swept out from under him, the breath knocked out of his lungs for just a moment as he landed hard on his ass. He felt himself being pinned down, hands forced above his head. When his brain finally caught up and processed what was happening, he found Katsuki’s lips only inches from his own.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red, and a squeak erupted from his mouth. He felt pressure against his crotch, Katsuki’s knee keeping his legs spread. Swallowing back a moan, he studied the other man’s face for a moment. Something had changed. There was a silence that fell over them as the moment became somewhat intimate.

He felt something graze his leg, and realization flooded his brain.

As soon as he noticed, Izuku saw a chance and took it. He grabbed Katsuki’s shoulders, looking up at him with a playfully pitiful expression, and then flipped them over, landing them in the same exact position, only in reverse. His hands slid up toned arms, pinning them in place at the wrists. Instead of allowing the silence to continue, he broke it by pressing his knee a little more intentionally against Katsuki’s crotch, reveling in the choked moan that came from such pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku mocked, tilting his head as he watched the rapid switch in the emotion of his training partner. He had to admit, Katsuki looked absolutely stunning like this. The need in his deep red eyes was evident, and the way his body moved was almost elegant.

“Fuck you, Deku.”

Izuku’s eyes flashed at the rash words. “You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” He challenged, watching as the blonde’s face turned redder than his own. Before Katsuki could say anything, Izuku leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. There was no hesitation from either party, not even a single regret. The kiss turned rough quickly, and the feeling of Katsuki’s cock hardening against his knee made the green-haired man groan, knee pressing against it just a little harder.

The way Katsuki moaned was heavenly to Izuku’s ears, his haste only increasing as he reached between them, palming at the blonde’s cock through his tented pants. He had never heard the other man so quiet, devoid of words entirely for the first time. He smiled a bit through the kiss, before pulling back to breathe.

“Don’t look at me like that, nerd,” Katsuki huffed, his cheeks stained red and his eyes glittering with desire. “I’ll kill you. Fuck me already.” His voice was gruff, and Izuku wished he could’ve recorded it. However, he wasted no time tugging his own shirt off before helping Katsuki do the same, revealing battle-scarred skin that somehow made the situation all the more intimate.

Their lips connected once again in a blissful kiss, as clothes were flung to the side, leaving Katsuki completely bare. Izuku was left with only his boxer briefs hanging off one leg, both too desperate to care.

One calloused finger made Katsuki’s back arch, lubed only by spit. The burn was something Izuku knew the blonde would enjoy, based on his generally masochistic behaviors. He snickered softly at the tensing around his finger, before adding another, making sure to take his time. He was expecting an outburst of impatience, but was met only with soft moans against his lips. His own cock was dripping with precum, but he held himself back, wanting to savor the moment he slid into Katsuki’s tight heat.

After a third finger was inserted, Katsuki was practically writhing, the desperation clear in his expression. Izuku had broken away from the kiss once more to look at him, grinning at the sight before him. If he had been told a year ago that he was going to fuck the man currently squirming at his every touch, he would’ve never believed it. The whole enemies-to-lovers trope seemed to be only that-a trope. It made his heart flutter, though, to imagine this violence turning to fervor. Perhaps in the future, that would become a reality. For now, though, he was happy in this current state.

“Izu-Deku,” Katsuki stuttered weakly, regaining the freckled man's attention. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll blast you sk-sky high.” Izuku didn’t need much convincing after that, swiftly replacing his fingers with his cock, teasing his hole for just a second before pushing inside. In an instant, both men let out sounds of pleasure, cocks throbbing and hearts pounding out of their chests.

It was then he realized what Katsuki had almost called him. He inhaled sharply, taken aback. He had never been called that before by the blonde, it was always Deku, or nerd, or some stupid insult. Izuku bit his lip, the thought of what that could mean making him all the more aroused.

His attention was drawn back to the moment as he felt Katsuki roll his hips roughly. He glanced at the blonde in surprise, before flushing. He had been muttering again, apparently. Katsuki always made the same face when he did that. He offered an awkward smile, which turned to a playful grin as he rolled his hips back in response, sinking his cock deeper inside of the other. “You’re not in charge here, Kats.” He spoke, the voice that came out sounding far too sultry to be his own. “I am.”

At that, Izuku began to slowly thrust, gasping at the sensation. He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced either, especially not with topping. He wondered if Katsuki had much experience, he assumed so simply by the way he kissed, and how he seemed to know precisely the right time to clench around him.

Speaking of which, Izuku was already pretty blissed out from that alone.

His thrusts were becoming a bit faster now, rougher and certainly deeper. He couldn’t help but admire the look on Katsuki’s face, loving the way his eyes still sparkled with something akin to rage despite the rest of his expression being that of pure desire. He had always thought the blonde was gorgeous, but this was on a whole other level.

Though it hadn’t been long, he could already feel himself growing close to his orgasm. His stamina usually was quite a lot better than this, but perhaps the sexual tension and exhaustion from their training session were finally overwhelming him. He figured Katsuki was also pretty close, however, judging from the way he looked now. His eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted in a way that made Izuku shiver with delight.

Leaning down, Izuku nipped at Katsuki’s neck, planting a few loving hickeys on his pale skin. Katsuki cursed, but his words were shaky, and this confirmed Izuku’s earlier suspicions. With one final slam deep inside of him, the two let out cries in unison, cum splattering on both of their chests as Izuku pumped his load deep inside Katsuki. Their orgasms left them shaking, panting for breath as they clung to each other.

He smiled weakly after some time, pulling back to admire his handiwork. Katsuki’s neck was covered in hickeys and bite marks, lips swollen and red. Despite the fact that Izuku had just pounded the absolute hell out of him, Katsuki still managed to look pissed.

“Why’d you top anyways? I thought a dumbass like you would be a bottom,” Katsuki scoffed, dropping his gaze-so obviously admiring Izuku, though he would never admit it.

Izuku simply chuckled, shrugging as he gently pecked the blonde’s forehead. For once, it wasn’t worth the argument.

Chapter Text

“Are you in position?” The voice of pro-hero Mindjack, aka Hitoshi Shinsou, echoed in Izuku’s ear as he crept down a dark alleyway, headed towards his target location. “Deku?” His voice spoke again, to which Izuku finally reached up, pressing the button that turned on his speaker.

“Almost. I’m right around the corner,” Izuku responded in a hushed tone. He studied the darkened alleyway he was approaching for signs of life, but luckily found none.

The mission was fairly simple, and Izuku may not even have to engage with anyone unless spotted. He was meant to be watching for signs of a major drug trade operation that had supposedly been taking place in a building adjacent to where his stake-out spot would be. All he had to do was report his findings so the police could further their investigation. There were reports of a powerful quirk, hence why he was here.

He finally reached his spot, wrinkling his nose at the smell of garbage. Of course, he would be camped out in the most disgusting alleyway possible. He tucked himself behind the dumpster, slowing his breathing to minimize his presence. He pulled out his journal, fully prepared to just write for a few hours, as the activity in this area was typically low.

Hitoshi was perched up on a building nearby, watching the area surrounding Izuku. He could see him from his spot, but he doubted Izuku would be able to find him if he tried. He smiled crookedly as he watched the curly-haired man pull out his journal, feeling his heart skip a beat. He would be lying if he said he’d never thought Izuku was attractive. He admired his determination and his unchanging nerdiness, even after all these years. On top of that, Hitoshi had always been a sucker for freckles.

Izuku sighed softly, flipping to a new page in his journal. He had recently fought a villain with a quirk that allowed her to transform into various types of dinosaurs. It was suspected that she had been somehow consuming the bones of fossils to do so, as many of the fossils in local museums were suddenly missing pieces around the time of her activity.

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An hour had passed, and there was still no activity. Izuku was already up to date on his journaling, and was left to simply stare off into space to pass the time. Hitoshi was doing no better, having resorted to staring blankly down at Izuku, daydreaming. It had been fairly quiet, with only a few ordinary people passing by to get home from work.

It was then Hitoshi had an idea.

“Hey, Izuku,” He said, a grin emerging from his usually blank stare. He watched as Izuku perked up, perhaps thinking he had spotted someone.

“Yes? Did you see something?” Izuku asked innocently. Hitoshi knew it was his chance. He watched from afar as the man’s expression grew blank, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

“Pull down your pants,” Hitoshi said simply, leaning forward to get a better view. He watched as Izuku immediately got to his knees and pulled down his pants, exposing his flaccid cock, just barely visible due to the distance. He quirked a brow at how quickly he obeyed. Usually, Izuku had some fight in him when he tried to use his quirk on him.

“Good boy,” He hummed, his voice low and obviously excited. “Turn around. Spread yourself for me.” He could tell that Izuku was struggling a little bit, but he still responded quickly, turning around and presenting himself in the general direction Hitoshi was in, face down and ass up with his hands shaking as he spread his cheeks. Hitoshi palmed at his dick through his pants, groaning softly as he admired the sight before him. He could tell that Izuku was getting hard, which only egged him on.

“Suck on your fingers, puppy,” He commanded, now reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock, teasing the tip before sliding his hand down the shaft to the base slowly. He let out a faint moan, just barely loud enough to be heard by Izuku. His eyes were glued to the other hero’s body as he sucked on his fingers, daydreaming about the future.

Izuku, on the other hand, was extremely conflicted. He knew this was wrong, knew that there was a big chance he could be spotted and his career as a hero would end-however, that seemed to only add to his arousal. The idea of being caught in the act made it easy to submit. Maybe he had been craving this all along.

Which is why he obeyed with little hesitation when his partner told him to use his spit-slicked fingers to play with himself. He slipped one finger in, an involuntary moan slipping from his lips as his cock twitched with need. He was desperate already, and he was sure Hitoshi could tell. He slipped a second finger in, his body twitching as he scissored them slowly. It felt so good, and he hated that he was enjoying it. He could almost feel Hitoshi’s eyes on him, despite having little to no clue where the other man was.

It was then he heard movement from the other side of the dumpster, followed by soft whistling. Hitoshi’s voice had gone quiet for a moment, meaning he had also likely seen the person walking by. The silence was broken, though, by his partners voice.

“Moan,” The voice whispered in his ear. Izuku let out a lewd moan at that, convulsing a bit as the whistling paused. He tensed up, blanching at the thought of actually getting caught in such a vulnerable position. What if it was a villain?

The person that appeared in front of him, however, was not one he was expecting. The perfectly polished shoes make Izuku realize immediately who it was even from such an awkward angle. He cursed under his breath, slowly glancing up until their eyes locked. This certainly snapped him out of Hitoshi’s trance, but his fingers were still moving, just barely brushing against his prostate. As soon as they connected, he let out another moan, his body shaking with effort as cum splattered on the ground from his untouched cock.

Tenya blinked, red staining his cheeks as he tried to maintain a straight face. He was failing, obviously, as the tent in his pants was becoming more and more obvious by the second.

“Are you alright, Izuku?” He asked, his voice wavering as he studied the position the other hero was in. “Did a villain do this to you?”

Izuku, who was bright red and quickly regaining his senses, began scrambling to stand and redress himself, stammering out apologies as he did. Tenya seemed concerned still, meaning that he would likely have to explain what was going on to put him at ease. He glanced up at him after he was fully dressed, his eyes dark with remnants of lust.

“It wasn’t a villain,” Izuku admitted, before dropping his gaze. It seemed to click in Tenya’s head, because he simply nodded, averting his eyes out of respect.

“Oh. I’m glad you’re safe then.”

Hitoshi had been watching the interaction go down, a smirk gracing his lips.

Next time he’d have to be less careful.

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Katsuki never really thought he had a type. However, as soon as Eijirou started to put on a little weight, he realized he definitely did. He was obsessed with the softness that was added on top of all the muscles, relishing in the sensation of running his hands over his belly. He could tell Eijirou was a little self-conscious of it, but that only encouraged the compliments from his doting partner. Katsuki was never very good at giving compliments, but considering the way the red-head smiled and blushed with every word, he couldn’t be doing that bad.

Besides, it benefitted Eijirou’s quirk. More chub meant more skin to harden. It also meant more skin to kiss and love on. It was a win-win!

It had been a long day on duty for Katsuki, and he was overjoyed at the thought of being able to snuggle up with his fiance and not think about work for a minute. However, upon walking into their bedroom, he found Eijirou posed in front of the mirror, shirtless and frowning. Katsuki raised a brow, crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He broke the silence, admiring his partner contently. Eijirou jumped, spinning around to lock eyes with the blonde. He flushed, and reached for his shirt, obviously a bit embarrassed. Katsuki sighed, taking a few steps towards him and grabbing the shirt out of his hand. “Why are you putting your clothes back on? I’d much rather see you remove the rest, shitty hair,” He said bluntly, reaching up to ruffle his hair before placing his hands on Eijirou’s hips, tugging him closer.

“You look gorgeous,” Katsuki reminded him, a hint of a smile dancing across his lips as he traced a finger over a scar on the other man’s chest.

“Thank you,” The sound of his voice make Katsuki’s heart skip a beat. “I’m just… not feeling it right now. I know it’s good for my quirk, but… I don’t know.” Eijirou sighed, burying his face in Katsuki’s hair.

His heart was pounding out of his chest, now. He very rarely referred to things as cute, but Eijirou had to be the cutest 6-foot tall tank he had ever seen.

“Please, Ei. I wouldn’t lie to you, when have I ever?” He scoffed, wrapping his arms around him fully. “I’m so ridiculously and annoyingly attracted to you, regardless of what you look like.”

Before he could process it, he was being pushed onto the bed, soft lips that tasted of vanilla connecting with his own. A blissful sensation washed over him, and he smiled, kissing him back contently. He loved the simple moments like this, where they could just be together with no distractions and pure, unbridled love for each other. He had absolutely gone soft since the two of them started getting serious, but he didn’t mind it much if it meant more of this.

Their bodies melded together so perfectly, movements so fluid as they pulled off clothing slowly and sweetly. Katsuki took the time to run his fingers along every inch of the other man’s body, as he always did. It was so familiar now, like remembering all the words to a song.

Katsuki was brought back to reality by the feeling of fingers tracing his hole, his hips jerking at the sensation as a groan escaped his mouth. He loved the way Eijirou’s big, calloused fingers split him open, salivating now as his hole was teased.

“Now that you’ve made me feel good about my body, I figured I should make yours feel even better.” Eijirou teased as Katsuki full-body shivered, savoring the sultry expression of his partner. Katsuki rolled his eyes, grinding his hips up so that their cocks rubbed together, eliciting a pleased grunt from the other. In response, a finger was slipped inside, making the blonde groan, rocking his hips eagerly.

“Fuck you.”

“Why of course, darling.”

Eijirou added another finger at that, making sure his movements were just slow enough to be taunting. He knew Katsuki “hated” when he teased, which was why he always made sure to take extra long preparing him. He had always liked making him squirm. The air was filled with the sound of his moans, as a third and final finger was inserted, pumping in and out rhythmically.

“My turn,” Katsuki grumbled as soon as the thick fingers were pulled out, taking the opportunity to flip them over. Fumbling awkwardly at first, he was able to line himself up with Eijirou’s cock, grinding against it for a moment before sinking down on it with a moan. The lack of patience was visible in his sharp crimson eyes, and he huffed softly after he was situated. “You’re too goddamn slow. I always have to do things myself,”

With a chuckle from his partner, Katsuki began to roll his hips, initially slow before he began building up speed. He could feel Eijirou’s cock rubbing against his walls, a string of saliva falling from his open mouth as the sensation overwhelmed him briefly. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the larger man while he did this, admiring once again the soft curve of his stomach all the way up to his big eyes, which were fluttering weakly as he obviously suppressed his moans. Katsuki pouted at that.

“I want to hear you, Ei. Please,” He begged softly, adjusting his position so he could begin to bounce up and down on his cock, grunting as he was filled over and over again. It didn’t take much more than that to get Eijirou to break, moans slipping through his lips freely as if a dam had broken. With every movement, both of them were shoved closer to relief, Katsuki feeling the waves of pleasure begin to overtake his senses.

“You’re so beautiful,”

At those very words, Eijirou’s hips bucked involuntarily, and he let out a growl as he spilled his seed deep inside of Katsuki. Egged on by the red-heads orgasm, Katsuki let out one final cry before he came as well, spewing hot cum all over his fiances chest. The two were left panting, red-faced and sweaty as they gazed at each other with an indescribable amount of love in their eyes.

“I love you so much,” Eijirou whispered after a few unbroken minutes, pulling Katsuki down for a tender kiss. Katsuki sighed contently against his warm lips, leaning into it as he instinctively kissed him back. He had never felt so loved, not even by his own parents, so being able to be so vulnerable with someone felt like the weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of this feeling.

“I love you too, dumbass,”

Katsuki absolutely had a type. His type was Eijirou.

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In all his years of having his quirk, he had never had it malfunction in such a manner. Mirio was in quite the predicament, trapped in the divider between two separate showers at a local gym he frequented. He had slipped just moments before while showering, and his body automatically responded, resulting in him phasing through the wall. However, usually he simply would’ve been able to bounce himself out, but now he found himself unable to. He was stuck, with his arms trapped against his sides, upper body in one shower while his lower half was in the other.

He groaned, frantically trying to think of a way out of this. He wasn’t sure why his quirk wasn’t responding, so figuring out that would be the first step. As he tried to think of all the possibilities, he heard someone enter the locker room. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or embarrassed. He didn’t mind people seeing him naked, as for a while it had been an unfortunately inevitable result of his quirk, but being trapped in a wall was an all time low for him.

He didn’t have to make the decision of whether to call for help or not, though, as seconds later a familiar face appeared in the shower in front of him.

“Tamaki!” Mirio exclaimed happily, glad that if anyone had found him, it happened to be his close friend. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve phased myself through this wall, but now I appear to be stuck. My quirk is being rather unhelpful at the moment. Can you help me figure out how to get out of here?” He asked, tilting his head innocently.

Innocence was certainly not the first thing on Tamaki’s mind, however. As he surveyed the other man’s situation carefully, he flushed. He had realized by now that the blonde was naked behind the wall, judging by the wet hair and the sound of the shower.

“You can’t use your quirk at all?” He asked shyly, his eyes drifting over the glistening pectorals and abs that he had always drooled over. The two were just friends, to his dismay. His crush on the other man was borderline obsessive at this point-he would do anything to just touch him once intimately.

This may be his chance.

He tuned out Mirio’s words, taking a step back. He could do what he had wanted to do for so long. The opportunity was there, might as well grab it while he still could. He exited the stall, and simply stood in front of the one where the rest of Mirio was, trying to calm his nerves. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the stall.

Immediately, he began to salivate. He had seen Mirio naked before, of course, but knowing that he could touch without consequence was making his pants tighter by the second. He admired the curve of Mirio’s ass, lusting over the thought of licking the water droplets off his supple thighs.

Without realizing it, he had moved closer, his hands finally reaching out and firmly grasping Mirio’s hips. He felt the other man jump, a grin forming on his lips. He was truly stuck. Suddenly, all the memories of their friendship came flooding back to him, and he licked his lips, eyes shimmering with need.

“-don’t think you can yank me out,” He heard as he tuned back in, blinking. He let out a little giggle, tilting his head. Mirio was so oblivious sometimes.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” He said under his breath, dropping to his knees. He leaned in close, inhaling his scent before parting Mirio’s cheeks and pressing his lips to his tight hole. He relished in the way Mirio squirmed, once again ignoring what he was saying. His tongue darted out from between cracked lips, tracing a circle around his target before pressing it inside. He could feel the water spraying on his back, but he was too overjoyed to care that his clothes were becoming soaked.

The sound of Mirio’s moan awakened something within him, and he immediately reached down with one hand, quickly unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprung out, the tip red and angry already, craving human touch. He reached down, giving it a few pumps. He could easily cum untouched if Mirio was to make such a gorgeous sound again.

He continued to press his tongue deeper inside of the blonde, loving the clean but musky scent that flooded his nose. Mirio had always had such a unique scent, but experiencing it so closely was invigorating. Many times Tamaki had stolen clothes from the blonde from his hamper, masturbating with them pressed to his nose. He was almost caught a few times, sneaking out of his room with clothing clutched in his hand. Luckily, no one seemed to think anything of it after he muttered a few excuses.

That wasn’t the only time he had done something of that nature. For the past few months, he had actually put his own cum directly into food he had baked for Mirio, in cookies and other sweet treats. He would watch the other man eat them totally unaware, licking his lips as he imagined Mirio consuming his cum in other, more dirty ways.

He pulled his tongue out after a minute or two, licking over the swell of his ass eagerly before standing up. Mirio’s cock was hard, leaking precum, and by the way he was panting he was obviously enjoying this.

Wasting no time, Tamaki lined up his cock with Mirio’s slick hole. He bit his lip as he roughly thrusted inside, giving absolutely no warning to Mirio, who cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Tamaki gave his ass a firm squeeze, before beginning to thrust into him like an animal in heat, leaving no time for Mirio to recover in between thrusts. His eyes were wild with desire, his cock throbbing, just moments away from release already. He wished this moment could last forever, but he was sure that Mirio would be able to figure out how to get unstuck soon enough, assuming his quirk was just temporarily locking him in place.

“I-I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this for,” He hissed, his voice crazed as his thrusts became more frantic. “I think about you constantly, I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t escape you,” He groaned, feeling himself growing closer by the second. His frenzied attitude was becoming more apparent by the second. No one had ever seen this side of Tamaki, as he tried so hard to contain himself- but not being able to be with his Mirio had been slowly driving him to the brink of insanity. It had only been a matter of time until he burst.

With one final moan, Tamaki slammed into Mirio a final time, his orgasm taking over his body as he came deep inside of his friend. His clothes were soaked with a mix of sweat and water from the shower, and he hardly seemed aware of his surroundings, outside of Mirio. The blonde had splattered cum all over the wall he was stuck in moments before Tamaki, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep his feet on the ground.

In that instant, Tamaki pulled out and scrambled to clean himself up, before turning and running from the room without another word. His cheeks were burning, he couldn’t believe what he had just done.

It was then that Mirio’s quirk finally activated, and he stumbled backwards. It took him a moment to register what had just happened, and for a second he believed this may have been a dream. However, judging by the cum dripping down his leg and how much his ass ached and burned, it definitely wasn’t.

“Tamaki?” He called, but his words simply echoed in the empty locker room, met only by the sound of the shower and the faint music. He was alone once again.

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No one had told Eijirou how painful it could be when your significant other went away, even for short amounts of time. It was even worse when said partner was a hero, and was away on a stealth mission that put him in danger near constantly. He had never been a needy boyfriend, but he would kill for Katsuki to come back and give him some attention right now, reassure him that everything was going to be fine. He pulled out his phone, sighing as he began typing out a message to his boyfriend.

eijirou: what are you up to? i miss you

kats<3: Waiting to be sent the next location. I miss you too.

kats<3: I have to go. I love you.

Eijirou groaned, throwing himself onto the bed. He grabbed Katsuki’s pillow, pressing his nose into it as he stared at the text conversation, disappointed. The ache in his heart was strong, and he inhaled deeply against the pillow, breathing in the scent of his boyfriend. Maybe he was more needy than he thought he was.

He sat up after a few minutes of scrolling through a photo album of their pictures together, admiring one picture in particular. He had forgotten about it, honestly. It was a picture of them posed in front of a mirror, Eijirou split open on Katsuki’s cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes intensely studying the image until it was burned into his head. Katsuki loved mirror sex, loved watching Eijirou’s expressions as he fucked him. He glanced over at the mirror the photo had been taken in, his eyes glazing over when he saw himself in it.

He hadn’t even noticed he’d begun to strip out of his clothes until he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror positioned to face the bed, revealing the lingerie he had on underneath his pajamas. It consisted of a sheer fabric, outlined in a deep autumnal orange with a floral patterning on it that hid absolutely nothing. He traced a finger over his chest, admiring the way his top surgery scars looked through the translucent material. He was extremely proud of his body, thinking about how Katsuki would often kiss his chest when he was feeling particularly dysphoric. His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

He was already wet, his t-dick standing at attention, desperate to be touched. He eyed himself in the mirror as his hand slipped down, tracing the outline of his folds through the panties. He could imagine Katsuki’s voice in his head, and could almost feel his warm body pressing up against his back. He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging through the top drawer until he found his favorite dildo and a vibrator, as well as some lube. He set them down on the bed next to him, before returning his gaze to the mirror. He knew Katsuki would love to see him like this. He’d have to snap a couple of photos.

Reaching for his phone once again, he did just that, making sure to get all the angles he could. He tossed his phone on the bed again, figuring he would send them to his boyfriend later when he had a break from his mission.

His focus redirected to his body as he reached down again, caressing his bottom growth with a soft moan. It was one of his favorite changes from testosterone, the sensitivity never ceasing to amaze him. His favorite thing to do was rut it against Katsuki’s thigh, which he did whenever given the slightest opportunity. He shivered at the thought, wishing more than ever that his boyfriend was here.

He tugged aside the lingerie to expose his pussy, and he immediately began rubbing his fingers through the slick heat, relishing in the feeling. Although he did experience a lot of bottom dysphoria, his high sex drive majorly overrode it when he was aroused. He traced a finger over his hole, his body jerking slightly at the familiar sensation. Before pressing it inside, though, he grabbed the lube and squirted a decent amount onto his fingers.

Sliding a single finger into his hole, he let out a groan, his head lolling back as he grinded against his finger desperately. No fingers or dildos could compare to Katsuki’s cock, but this would have to do for now. Shortly after, a second and third finger were added, and he slowly began to pump them in and out of his tight cunt, while his other hand trailed down his abdomen to play with his t-dick. He stroked it teasingly, trying once again to picture his boyfriend's hands on his body, guiding him through it.

“Kats~” He moaned, his fingers moving more and more quickly by the second. Before he got too close to his orgasm, however, he pulled out his fingers, whining a bit at the brief lack of stimulation. He shifted to the floor in front of the mirror with his toys and phone, utilizing the suction cup on the base of the dildo to stick it to the ground. He eagerly lined himself up, and wasted no time sinking down on it with a little cry. He then positioned the vibrator directly against his t-dick, the familiar buzz making him melt. With one hand supporting himself on the ground and the other on the vibrator, it was an awkward position-but it felt amazing.

He began to slide up and down on the dildo, which was not nearly big enough for his liking, but it worked well enough. It manage to graze over the more sensitive areas in his pussy, and each time it forced a moan from his lips. His eyes could’ve burned holes in the mirror with how intensely he was watching himself, admiring the way his pussy devoured the dildo with every bounce on it, progressively getting faster.

The vibrator was quickly becoming rather overstimulating, but that was exactly how Eijirou liked it. He loved when Katsuki would hold it to his t-dick for hours, not allowing him any relief from the strong vibrations. The thought alone brought him closer to the brink, his pussy twitching with need as he felt that strong urge build up in the pit of his stomach.

His movements were growing sloppy as he neared his orgasm, struggling to keep up the pace. He let out a soft whimper, hips bucking violently. His phone vibrated, and at that very moment, he was pushed over the edge, a cry erupting from his mouth as his orgasm hit him. He still continued bouncing on the dildo until he came down from his high, his hips finally coming to a stop. He turned off the vibrator and tossed it to the ground, panting heavily.

Glancing at the mirror again, he realized that he had squirted, his fluids dripping down the mirror, disorienting his image. Beyond that, he saw how much of a mess he was, with drool dripping down his chin, and his puffy pussy looking absolutely obliterated, still split open by the dildo. He reached for his phone, and snapped a pic of the display, sending all of the pictures he had taken to his boyfriend with a grin.

kats<3: I’m back for now. Are you okay?

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kats<3: Holy shit

kats<3: Wish I was there to fuck you. You’re fucking gorgeous, Ei.

Eijirou smiled, sighing as he began to clean up the mess he had made. He couldn’t wait for his boyfriend to come home.

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hey guys! thank you so much again for all the support on this kinktober! I'm so excited to write more and I absolutely plan to finish this off. i am, however, out of town this weekend, and between school and my new job, I'm struggling a little bit to keep up! i do intend to get back up to date next week when i get back, but this weekend there may be no updates to kinktober unfortunately. i'm sorry to disappoint, but i promise i have big plans for the remaining days, as well as a few other fic ideas I'm planning to work on after!

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