Bnha smut oneshots

Kacchako - Accidental Voyuer

Bakugo let his phone drop onto the bed face down, looking down at his very soft cock with a sigh. Porn was so boring, most of it was focused on the thrusting and the few rare ones he found that were actually good just got so boring so fast.

Plus porn is like the least attractive thing for a guy who gets off on women's pleasure, like honestly the guy is not good enough for her to be screeching like that.

He just tucked himself back into his sweats and got up, walking down to the kitchen and starting dinner. Another day of doing whatever the fuck else to distract himself from being horny as fuck but unable to get off at the same time, even his imagination wasn't cutting it anymore.

He just finished making food and grabbed a plate, taking it to his room as he started taking out his books, deciding to get a headstart on studying for the test at the end of the month that Aizawa "surprised" them with every few months.

Mid bite he remembered that Ochako had asked to study with him, her not understanding a few parts of the lesson. He just reached over to his bed to grab his phone, jumping as the screen started playing the previously forgotten video of some girl with a vibrator taped to her thigh.

He quickly turned off the private mode and opened his contacts, scrolling till he found her's and calling it, setting his phone down on his desk after putting it on speaker, continuing to eat as he waited for her to answer.

He heard the ringing stop and didn't hear the robotic voice meaning she'd answered. "Hey cheeks, if you still wanna go over the unit, I'm studying right now and-" he stopped talking when he heard a soft moan come through the speaker, furrowing his eyebrows and picking his phone up, taking it off speaker to hold it against his ear to hear better.

"Cheeks? You there?" He didn't hear a response until another soft moan accompanied by a muttered curse, he listened a little more before his eyes blew wide in shock. The soft wet sounds in the background were more then enough to tell him that she hadn't meant to answer the phone.

He should hang up, it was an accident and he should hang up and act like nothing ever happened. Yeah he's gonna hang up, but then he hears another soft moan, a whispered "oh god" coming after it.

He knows this is weird and pervy but she sounds so hot, and he can't say he hasn't thought of her in that way before, the look on her face when she teases him while sparring was downright sinful, she also casually takes her shirt off while sparing sometimes and he doesn't care, honestly, when they're fighting that's all he's thinking about.

But after, after when they're laying next to each other, out of breath, collapsed on the floor, sometimes when he looks over his mind makes up the worst(best) scenarios and if you don't think she's hot your either gay or blind cuz have you seen her?

So he doesn't hang up, he listens to every single sound that comes through, he can hear how wet she is and he can also hear that she's not penetrating herself and her moans are just so perfect, there's no exaggerated screaming, and it's not radio silence either like some videos.

It's just so real, she's solely focused on her own pleasure and making herself come, not trying to look or sound hot for anyone or pleasure anyone else and he's rock hard, he couldn't stop himself from grabbing his dick if he tried, biting his tongue and slowing his breathing so he could hear every single beautiful noise she made.

The slick sound of her rubbing her clit, the way it would stop for a second, could be her getting comfortable or rewetting her fingers or even just stopping cuz she wants to, the way it's always faster when it starts again before it slows down, almost like she's making sure she doesn't get impatient.

The way her sounds get closer together and her breath quickens. It's all so perfect, so real. He tries to follow her pace, not really knowing exactly how slow she's going so he kinda just guesses and oh god is it torture to go this slow but it's so good at the same time.

Does she like the feeling of teasing herself? Is she trying to stop herself from getting overwhelmed? Does it not feel good to her when it's to fast? He wants to know so badly, wants to be there to have her tell him how fast to go, how hard to go, when to slow down or back off, he wants to make her fall apart and come however she wants.

He has no idea how long it's been but she speeds up, her breath catching in her throat and she stays at that fast pace this time, not stopping and slowing down like she did before, the slick sound is so much louder now, her moans are still soft and quiet as she pants and whimpers occasionally.

She must be getting close, god he wants to hear her come, wants to know what it sounds like, wants to know if she's a squirter, if she's silent when she does, or if she's loud. His pace speeds up with her's his stomach tensing as he holds back, not wanting to come until after he hears her.

She sounds more and more desperate, more whimpers falling from her as her hand moves faster, the soft creaking sound of her bed has him assuming her back is arching, she's so close, he can tell by her sounds, by the urgency of her movements, so so close she's right there just a little longer just a little.

His eyes screw shut tightly with the effort of holding back his orgasm, him not having the mind to stop mimicking her pace to stave off a little longer, just a little more. Then it stops, the slick sound stops, well not completely it just gets really quiet, as if she's pressing down harder or maybe her legs are pressed together.

After a few seconds there's a loud groan of annoyance, making him flinch and take his hand off his cock, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tries to find out what happened. Did someone walk in? After a few seconds of heavy breathing he heard rustling, like she was sitting up, then he realized he was still on the phone and she could figure out that he'd been listening to her like a fucking pervert and he quickly hung up.

He looked down at his dick, it still hard and twitching with how close he got and he looked up and saw his forgotten plate of now cold food. He sighed and bit his lip, closing his eyes to try and recall the sounds as he started jerking off again.

He gasped softly as he got close, his free hand moving down to cup his balls, him fondling them for more pleasure. "Shit shit fuck" he groaned before coming harshly, quickly cupping a hand over his head to stop himself from making a mess.

He sat there for a few seconds catching his breath before getting up and walking to his bathroom to clean himself up.

"Well fuck.. class is gonna be awkward tomorrow" he mumbled to himself before going downstairs to reheat his food and go back to studying.
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Maybe this will get a part two maybe it'll be open ended for you guys to figure out what happened, only time will tell.