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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Somewhat suggestive themes.

Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.

W/C: 2.1k+

“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.

“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.

This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.

They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…

So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.

You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.

“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.

Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.

“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.

“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.

You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner; the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.

Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.

“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.

He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.

You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.

As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.

The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.

While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.

You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.

The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of its own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.

Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.

Your eyes part open to find his own already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.

You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what you're wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.

Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.

Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.

“Don’t leave me.”

Bitter Work: Spin-Off.

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Yandere! Eijirou Kirishima x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Non-Con, yandere themes, mentioned kidnapping, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, somnophilia, exhibitionism.

Summary: Request:

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

W/C: 800+

A/N: Made this a self-insert for readers despite it being a spin-off.

You keep your hand over your mouth to continue to suppress your noises. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, you weren’t even sure what to feel anymore. Ever since the first time Kirishima forced himself on you, you would always freeze stiff in fear, he kidnapped you and ranks quite high within the pro heroes, you didn’t know what he was capable of, so you simply settled for not doing anything.

Your silence and lack of movement convinced him that you were simply shy in sexual situations, as well as nearly everything else given how little you spoke. The first few times, your mind was too filled with fear and anger at feeling so vulnerable and unable to do anything, because in truth, what could you do? The fear occupied your mind enough to keep you from feeling anything, but as time progressed and he continued to have the same sexual activities with you, you slowly started to grow accustomed to them.

After a while, there was always some reassurance that he never hurt you with anything other than penetration, never hit you, grabbed onto you too hard or verbally abused you. As the fear of your pain increasing dissipated, you were left with nothing to distract you from his movements against your body as well as being unable to deny yourself that he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to treat your body to give you immense pleasure. Pleasure that you didn’t want.

A tear manages to leak through your squeezed-shut eyes as you remain on your side, facing toward the blank tv with Kirishima behind you, spooning you with an arm over your waist to keep you against him while thrusting into you at a steady pace on the living room couch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your lips parting to let out a muted moan at the next orgasm he forces out of you, your body finding undeniable pleasure in him.

Following your release, you hear the familiar groan coming from behind you before feeling your insides quickly flood in his thick cum as his body relaxes against your trembling frame. You feel him smile as he traces kisses along your shoulder up the side of your neck with your eyes squeezing tighter. “You serious? I sleep on that couch.” You hear another thick voice speak, having your eyes widen.

“Sorry Bakugou, we didn’t make it to the bed.” Your kidnapper apologizes without looking at him or even growing concerned enough to cover your naked body, continuing to smile against your skin instead. Bakugou grunts in return and leaves to his room upstairs, wanting to rest after his hero work, ignoring the look of terror in your eyes.

~.~

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Kirishima assures, cupping your face in his hands while you stare down with slightly wide eyes, always stuck in between your fight or flight instinct whenever he touched you. He moves to press a kiss to your lips to which you subconsciously move back from where you’re standing with him at the doorway. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy.” He looks at you lovingly, obvious to your true feelings.

“They’re not shy, dumbass.” Bakugou says from his spot on the same couch you fucked in earlier without taking his eyes off from his phone, being aware of Kirishima's delusional personality. “What are you talking about?” Kirishima innocently asks after a questioning hum. “Just go to work!” He nearly shouts, still refusing to remove his eyes from the screen. “I love you.” Kirishima’s lips successfully capture yours in his, saying his last goodbye’s before finally leaving for his night shift.

You slowly turn to look through your peripherals and see Bakugou staring longingly at the picture of someone you don’t recognize. The almost sad look on his face quickly disappears with him looking over at you with a scowl, making you quickly look back down and rush up the stairs to your ‘room’.

~.~

After hours of trying to fall asleep, you finally feel your eyes starting to give up on you, feeling half asleep how your body is succumbing to exhaustion despite the fear of your captor’s roommate. You miss the sound of the door opening followed by the quiet footsteps towards the large bed where you lay, a few silent thumps of clothes falling on the floor before the feeling of the space behind you dipping completely wakes you.

A pair of soft lips press behind your ear in a kiss with a familiar set of razor sharp teeth gently biting after, a tongue running over the skin while you take notice of the grinding of the stiff length between your ass cheeks, the tip managing to slip under your shirt to drip its precum on your lower back, warning you of a long night.

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