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FILL Mystery Student/Everyone - Naughty Thoughts and THIRST
(Anonymous) 2019-05-22 09:42 am (UTC)(link)“Hey, Shoji,” he’d crowed while brushing his teeth one night, Shoji on one side of him, Tokoyami on the other. Shoji glanced over. “Yes?”
“If you can make mouths on the end of your hands,” asked Mineta, dropping his voice conspiratorially, “can you suck your own dick?”
Shoji wordlessly looked away from Mineta and finished washing his face, leaving the bathroom without any comment. Mineta looked crestfallen. “He’s no fun.”
“A rude question to ask a man at the end of a long day,” said Tokoyami with a sigh. Mineta looked like he was about to start sulking, so Tokoyami took this moment to leave too, before the whining of “but I was just asking a question!” began. It wasn’t until Tokoyami was back in his room, door closed behind him, that he started thinking about the question.
Tokoyami had thought about how his own quirk impacted his sex life, certainly, although said sex life had so far consisted only of his own hand and a bottle of lotion. And, he thought, a strong light. While his own quirk meant that he could only masturbate with the light on so as to keep Dark Shadow from giving a running commentary, other people’s quirks could have a very beneficial impact on their recreational activities. Some people had all the luck.
That strong light came on that night, as Tokoyami imagined quite thoroughly what Shoji’s quirk would let him do. He imagined the taller boy thrusting into a mouth on the end of his hand, a strange combination of masturbation and fellatio. He was only considering the logistics, Tokoyami told himself. He definitely wasn’t thinking about Shoji trembling, letting out a low moan, or creating another mouth to lick and suck at his balls. He wasn’t thinking about the way his friend would sound as he climaxed, with no need to clean up afterward.
He absolutely wasn’t wishing that one of the mouths was on his own dick instead.
**
Tokoyami sat between Kouda and Ojiro at the lunch table, looking around the cafeteria as he ate. His table was usually quiet, with none of them being particularly keen conversationalists, and he tended to like it that way. Of course, now that his eyes had been opened, they had developed a tendency to wander. Today, they wandered towards Tsuyu, right as she extended her tongue towards her plate to pick up a cracker.
What would he do if his tongue could reach that far?
Images immediately flooded his mind of what Tsuyu might do alone in her room at night, what kind of pleasure she could give herself. And what he would do, if he was part frog instead of part bird. If he could reach his tongue down rather than his hand to wrap around himself.
Ojiro nudged him, and he shook himself back to alertness. He’d been staring at Tsuyu with glazed-over eyes, and Satou and Ojiro were both giving him knowing looks. Tokoyami chuckled to himself. It was probably easiest to let them assume that he had a crush. He wasn’t going to tell them what he was actually thinking.
**
“I wonder if Present Mic has ever lost control of his quirk during sex and blown his partner’s eardrums out? Why did I just think that?”
**
Hero training class meant Bakugou finding any reason to yell, grandstand, and propel himself around the stadium through his explosive hands. At the sports festival, Tokoyami remembered well, Bakugou had pinned him to the ground, those explosive hands on him. It was his palms that produced the explosions, Tokoyami remembered; he’d heard Midoriya muttering about it. And as his mind always seemed to do nowadays, the mental images commenced.
Could Bakugou touch himself? Did he risk an explosion every time he slipped a hand under his baggy pants? Maybe he stroked himself through his underwear, to absorb any explosive sweat and give a slight barrier between sensitive skin and rogue blasts. Tokoyami imagined Bakugou face down on his bed, thrusting blindly into a pillow, and tried to shut his eyes against the distracting image that wouldn’t go away. Thank god he was wearing a cloak.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Yaoyorozu, who could create cannons and flashbangs and trackers from her own body. Maybe Bakugou had swallowed his pride – near impossible, thought Tokoyami, but fantasy allows anything to happen – and spoken to Yaoyorozu. He was still sixteen, after all, and too young to go into the kind of stores that sold sex toys. Maybe Yaoyorozu had made him a sheath of soft silicone, that he could thrust into and feel surrounding him, without any risk.
“The fuck are you staring at, featherbrain?” shouted Bakugou, knocking Tokoyami out of his reverie.
“Studying the way you use your quirk to emulate flight, as I can,” he managed to stammer out. “It is interesting how wildly different quirks can lead to similar maneuvers.”
Bakugou scoffed, turned to run in the other direction. Tokoyami tried not to notice the way he looked from behind.
**
“It feels strange to see Mirio between classes, when I know what he looks like naked.”
**
The common room was always a hive of raucous activity after dinner, with music and video games, Ashido beating anyone who dared challenge her at Just Dance, and memes quoted from every direction. Kaminari, standing next to a wall and in deep discussion with Sero, threw his arms out in a T-pose. Not losing a second, Sero raised his arms, and quick as a wink, taped Kaminari’s wrists to the wall.
“Babe!” whined Kaminari, trying to yank his hands free, as Sero giggled. (Had Kaminari always called Sero babe? He called everyone by some kind of nickname, he’d even tried calling Tokoyami Brokoyami once. But were they always so… intimate?)
Maybe Sero’s bedroom had tape residue on the bedposts. He clearly knew how to use his tape, and Kaminari was calling him babe. Maybe sometimes at night, Sero taped Kaminari’s wrists to the bed and teased him until he begged. Tokoyami had seen them both in the hot springs before, and in the showers occasionally. Sero’s lanky frame and Kaminari’s compact lean muscle were too easy to visualise.
**
“Satou looks very distracting in a tank top. He’s twice my size. It would take him no effort at all to throw me against a wall.”
**
Kirishima and Midoriya, sparring together, two bodies rippling with muscle. Hound Dog, who found it hard to hold back his passion when something worked it up. Kuroiro, who made it hard not to wonder how far down his darkness extended. Mirio and Amajiki seeming a little bit closer to each other than most pairs of best friends would be. All the hero costumes that exposed far more skin than was probably necessary. And Tokoyami’s disturbingly attractive, multi-armed best friend.
Why had UA become so distractingly hot?
Re: FILL Mystery Student/Everyone - Naughty Thoughts and THIRST
(Anonymous) 2019-05-23 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)IT'S ALWAYS THE QUITE ONES!!!!
And while the visualization is kinky, there is still the air of young curiosity and innocence to it. Oh my dear. It IS indeed a good thing your costume includes a cloak! The bouncing fascination from one classmate to another! DARK SHADOW GIVES RUNNING COMMENTARY UNLESS SUBDUED! Bless!!
Thank you so so so much!
Re: FILL Mystery Student/Everyone - Naughty Thoughts and THIRST
(Anonymous) 2019-05-24 12:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Mystery Student/Everyone - Naughty Thoughts and THIRST
(Anonymous) 2019-05-31 05:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL Mystery Student/Everyone - Naughty Thoughts and THIRST
(Anonymous) 2019-11-04 10:05 am (UTC)(link)I liked the Bakugou bit best
Also yes, seeing Mirio would be awkward later