Author's Note:
I'm so nervous about uploading this, oh my gods.
I don't really know what I was thinking when I came up with this, but, uh, here it is. I made this.
THIS IS A LIME!!! SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!! Honestly, Shinsou and Bakugou are the only 'extreme' ones and even they aren't that bad, but still, be warned. All characters involved are 16+, just like you should probably be.
Anyway, my idea behind this was something along the lines of an insecure and/or modest reader who normally dresses kinda conservatively around other people but one day she decides that she's comfortable and puts on some booty shorts and a tank top (spicey spicey (¬‿¬) ) more or less for her boyfriend. That's literally it. They're all a bit different, though.
I am throwing my dignity out the window here, okie? It's all for you guys, so enjoy (ya horny fricks). This is most certainly one of my spicier limes, so if you're under fourteen, get out. Some of you are too young for this.
That said, this is also a fem reader. I think all of my limes will be fem reader because that's just easier for me.
Also, I decided to include Denki! Yay! Sorry if he's a little OoC, it's my first time with him. He's not one of my personal F/Os, but if you like him, here he is. I am willing to write for him again in the future, but only upon specific request. Request rules are in the works, but I don't want to post them until people actually start requesting. So send me whatever comes to your mind! No rules (for now)!
Enjoy some more BNHA trash from me!
-Sugar
Warning: Groping and heavy makeout. Mentions of dry grinding and no-no language in Bakugou's. I'm pretty sure that's about it for what you need to know. Kirishima's and Amajiki's are pretty fluffy, maybe Kaminari's. Shinsou's has some, uh, boob stuff.
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The boys' reaction to: seeing insecure/modest reader in revealing outfit for the first time (fem reader)
Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou, Amajiki
Midoriya:
● He rings your doorbell, waiting patiently outside your house
● The two of you had planned a movie night together while your parent(s) were out of town
● He wasn't really expecting anything of your outfit; he was just used to seeing you in a hoodie and leggings
● But when you opened the door clad only in shorts and a tank top, he froze, taking you in
● His face immediately flushed, having never seen so much of your skin at once
● "Oh! Uh, (Y/N)! Hi, uh—"
● You usher him inside, not wanting to be seen by any passerby
● Izuku finds himself barely able to move, not sure where to look while he fidgets with his hands
● You smirk at his reaction, having assumed he would act like this when you finally decided to just dress like you normally did when you were home alone
● "What is it?" you ask innocently, the fresh wave of embarrassment washing over your boyfriend's face helping to ease your own anxiety
● "It's just—" he tries to answer but words simply don't want to come to him
● You step closer, resting your bare arms around his neck atop his shoulders
● "Like what you see?" you ask, your voice slightly deepening into a flirtatious tone as you lean in towards him
● He audibly gulps, trying to maintain eye contact
● "Come on," you said, sliding your hand down to grasp his. "Let's go set up Netflix."
● You pull him into your living room, flopping onto the couch and grabbing the remote off the coffee table
● Izuku sits down next to you, his body tense and rigid
● You finally feel a little guilty, wondering if this had been a good idea after all
● "Relax, Izu. If this is making you uncomfortable I can go put on a t-shirt—"
● "No!" he says, almost too loud
● You cock your head at him, a slightly confused smile quirking up your lips
● "Can I kiss you?" he finally blurts.
● Your smile widens and you lean towards him, accepting his request
● His lips crash against yours, hungrily moving against your mouth. His hands hesitantly rest on your bare thighs, watching for your reaction
● When you make no move to pull away, he begins to gently run his hands over your exposed skin
● "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your mouth. "So soft . . . ."
● You have a quick and very handsy make-out session on your couch, completely forgetting about your plans for the night; costing Izuku his shirt, which wound up somewhere on the floor
● Finally, you settled into his bare chest, this being one of the rare occasions he presented it to you. There were no complaints on your end
● He wrapped his arms around yours, enjoying the feeling of your bare skin brushing up against his
● "You should do this more," he whispered to you as you finished setting up the movie, letting the intro start to play in the background
● "Do what?" you batted your lashes innocently
● "Wear clothes like these," he said, his cheeks flushing again as his voice became sheepish
● You smirked and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry. I definitely will."
Bakugou:
● You made your way up to Katsuki's dorm, cautiously making sure no one saw you
● You were wearing shorts that left little to the imagination and a hoodie, which you planned to discard soon after reaching your destination
● You knocked on Bakugou's door, which he quickly answered
● At first, he didn't even notice anything different, until his eyes slipped down and fell upon your bare legs
● He sucked in a breath and pulled you into his room, quickly shutting his door
● He pressed your back against his chest, his hands moving from their grip on your hips down to stroke your exposed thighs, then back up to squeeze your butt
● You knew he had a slight fascination with it, constantly catching him watching you while you were turned away from him
● You had finally decided to give him exactly what he wanted, and you could tell he wasn't complaining
● "Did anyone see you?" he whispered in your ear, a possessive tone creeping into his voice
● "No," you breathed
● "Good." He gave you a light slap, enjoying watching the resulting jiggle
● He started guiding you towards his bed, where he pushed you down onto his mattress
● "What made you decide to tease me like this today?" he asked, bending over you, his hands going back to caressing your legs
● You shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the flush that had made itself present across your cheeks
● He smirked and met his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue quickly entering your mouth
● You sucked on it, pulling him closer as his lips moved to press against yours
● You halted your makeout session to pull your hoodie over your head, revealing a spaghetti strap tank top and no bra
● Katsuki kinda lost it; it being too early in your relationship to have been very intimate, so it wasn't like he'd seen your skin so much before
● His hands don't know where to go, wanting to be everywhere at once, touching and feeling every inch of your skin beneath him
● He palms one of your breasts, causing you to moan into the kiss he had given you
● He decides to take his shirt off too, repaying your gesture
● The sight of his toned body causes your breath to catch in your throat and he grins at your reaction to him as you reach up your hands to touch him
● You make out for a long time on his bed, hands brushing over anywhere they could reach, dry grinding against one another
● After nearly half an hour it comes to an end, the two of you pausing to catch your breaths
● "Why did I come over here again?" you ask no one in particular, your voice still breathless as you lay against Katsuki's pillow
● "To see me, dumbass." He settles himself beside you, his eyes occasionally dropping back down to your rising and falling chest
● "Well, yeah, but weren't we going to do something?"
● "You checked out of that when you showed up to my door in those shorts."
● "Like what you see?" You smirk
● "Of course, you stupid nerd. What did you think?"
● You chuckle and ruffle his hair, making him pout. "Come on, weren't we going to watch a movie or something?"
● "I don't know."
● "Well we can't exactly make out all night—"
● "Says who?" Katsuki's eyes take on a familiar dangerous light
● If there's one thing you'd learned from your relationship, it was to never challenge Bakugou
● He straddled you once more, bending down to kiss your nearly bare chest, then working his way back up to your collarbone, nibbling at your neck
● "Tonight," he said, his face still pressed into your skin, "I don't want to do anything that doesn't involve you up against me. And I'm not taking my hands off you until tomorrow morning."
● You swallowed and nodded, allowing him to plant more kisses against your body, worshiping your skin below him
● After another long round of making out, he finally got up and turned off his lights, sliding back into bed with you
● "You stopped touching me."
● "Fuck off." He laid his head on your boobs, tangling his legs around yours. "Good night, Princess."
● You smiled. "Good night, babe."
Kirishima:
● You and Kirishima had just come back from a late-night walk and decided to go up to your room for the night
● Kirishima had left to go get ready for bed while you did the same; brushing your teeth, washing your face, etc
● When it came to putting on your pajamas, you looked over to your tank top and shorts
● You shrugged, deciding to go through with wearing them for the night, knowing you would be more than warm enough with Kirishima pressed against you
● When you came out of the bathroom, Kirishima had already let himself in, and was now waiting for you on the bed; his hair down, in gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt
● He turned when he heard the door open. "Hey, babe. Are you ready for—Woah."
● He stops when he catches sight of your exposed body, a dopey grin lighting up his features as his eyes slowly rove over you, taking everything in
● You're still standing by the door, a little bit shy
● He gets up and strides over to you, running his hands from your shoulders all the way down your arms, finally taking your hands in his
● He leads you to your bed, turning off the overhead light on the way, leaving your room lit only by the warm glow of your bedside lamp
● He sits back down on the edge of your bed, pulling you onto his lap
● He presses a few sweet kisses against your lips, eventually moving down to your jawline and then onto your neck
● His hands feel up the outer sides of your thighs, exploring the uncovered skin until he reaches your butt, experimentally giving it a gentle squeeze
● He finally picks you up and turns, laying you down onto your bed so he can kiss your collarbone, trailing more kisses all the way down to the exposed tops of your breasts
● You inhale deeply at the sensation and he notices, nuzzling his nose into you like an affectionate puppy
● You finally shiver and let out a little moan, making the two of you giggle
● Eijirou sighs and settles his head on your chest, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin against his face
● "What's with the wardrobe change?" he mumbles against you
● You shrug, threading your fingers through his soft red hair. "Just felt like it."
● He chuckled, the sound traveling into his chest and ending as a bit of a growl. You shivered again in anticipation at it, your body barely held still by the weight of Kirishima
● "I like it." He kisses you again
● "I feel comfortable around you now," you say. "I don't have to hide."
● Eijirou turns his head and opens his eyes to meet yours. "You're beautiful, (Y/N). You really are. You have nothing to be insecure about, especially around me."
● You blush, caressing his cheek with your fingers and pulling him back up to your face for a kiss
● He grins and pulls away from you. "I'm glad you are, though. Comfortable, that is." He reached up to flick off the lamp
● Now plunged in total darkness, he goes back to hugging you, pulling your chest flush against his while you let him rest his chin on the top of your head
● The warmth you share is heavenly; limbs comfortably wrapped around one another
● You cuddle each other asleep, the soothing rhythms of each others' bodies lulling you both into a state of tranquility
Kaminari:
● You slide on a pair of short shorts, frowning at yourself as you study the way they make your legs look
● Finally you give up on them, turning around and jutting out your hips to check your posterior
● At least they make my butt look nice
● You were trying on some clothes you had just gotten from your recent outing with the girls to the mall
● Your door suddenly flies open, catching you by surprise and making you jump
● "Hey, (Y/N), do you want to—woah."
● Denki had just barged into your room, totally catching you checking yourself out in the mirror
● He hastily shuts the door, making sure no one saw you
● You bite your lip, completely aware that you were only in a tank top and shorts
● "You look great," Kaminari says, coming up to wrap his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your bare shoulder as he gazed at the two of you in the mirror
● Of course he'd fantasized about you in outfits like this before, but dang, you most certainly did not disappoint.
● "I don't know . . . ."
● The grin he had been sporting faltered. "What do you mean?"
● You squinted at your reflection as though it had done you a great personal wrong
● "Don't you think this is a little . . . much?"
● "No," he answers. "I like it." His hands start to move before he catches himself. "I'm allowed to touch you, right?"
● Your eyes widen at the idea, excitement flickering in the pit of your stomach at the thought of his hands on you. "Sure. It's fine."
● His grin returns in full force as he begins to slide his hands up your sides, wasting no time to seize your chest with both hands, feeling the weight of your breasts as he lightly bounced them in his palms
● After kneading and massaging them to his temporary content, he ran his hands back down your sides to cup your ass, moving himself back a step so he could see, giving you a light smack
● He hummed in satisfaction and spun you around, pulling you into him so your body could lay flush against his
● He guided your head to his own, pressing his lips against yours while his hands made their rounds again; rubbing your back, squeezing and caressing your butt, even trying to dip down enough to feel the smooth skin of your exposed thighs without breaking your connection
● He pulls back, his eyes shut as he whispers against your lips, "You really are beautiful, (Y/N). You should show it off a little more."
● You chuckle at his suggestion, his hands never ceasing their quest to memorize and explore every curve and angle of your body
● "Maybe not this much though, you have a point," he paused to meet your eyes. "This is just for me, right?"
● You smirk and ruffle his hair. "It's for me too, ya dork. These are actually hella comfortable."
● Denki smirked, pressing a quick close-mouthed kiss to your lips. "Perfect," was all he said.
Shinsou:
● You went over to his house specifically to cuddle, as he had been feeling down lately
● He lets you in and leads you upstairs
● Before he can pull you into his room, you ask if you can change into something a little more . . . comfortable, holding up your backpack with a change of clothes
● He reluctantly lets go of your hand, watching as you hurry into his bathroom
● You change into (you guessed it) a low-cut tank top and booty shorts, and step out of the bathroom
● He'd already gone into his room so you go up to his door, cracking it open and peeking inside
● He's lying down on his bed, facing the doorway so he could see when you came in
● When you make eye contact, he sits up, beckoning you to him with a small smirk
● You finally swing the door the rest of the way open, exposing yourself
● He stares at you, shocked, his eyes immediately flying down to your chest, pausing before slowly sinking lower to gaze at your legs
● "So, what do you think?" you ask, grinning at his reaction
● "Get over here, Kitty," he says, his tone making color rise to your cheeks
● You shut the door behind you and walk to his bed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close into him, his head settling on the top of your chest
● You run your fingers through his purple hair, smiling as he looks up at you
● "You haven't answered my question," you said. "What do you think?"
● His cheeks flush a little harder, averting his gaze slightly and burying his nose into the valley of your breasts. "I like it," he said, his voice somewhat muffled.
● You smile, satisfied. "Scooch over, I want Kitty cuddles."
● He snorts, moving back so he can pull you into bed with him
● You lay on your side, facing Hitoshi as he holds you close to him, his face still practically in your chest
● You've noticed his slight obsession with it, a smirk forming on your face at a sudden notion presented to you by your brain. "Bro, do you want to just . . . see them?"
● Shinsou stiffened at your proposal, his blush doubling in intensity. He looked up at you, meeting your teasing gaze. "Sure. If you're okay with it. You don't have to, Kitty."
● "Nah, it's good." You shrugged. "Boyfriend privileges."
● You let him move his head back from your chest before pulling down the straps and neckline of your top, allowing your boobs to spring free with a satisfying bounce
● Shinsou stares at them in mild fascination for a moment before glancing back up into your face expectantly
● "You can touch them," you said, reading his expression. "That's included in boyfriend privileges too."
● He eagerly reached up, palming and massaging them both before leaning in to take one into his mouth, his teeth gently scraping over your nipple
● You struggled to keep your breaths even, allowing a moan to escape your lips every now and then at the sheer pleasure his mouth and fingers were bringing you
● Shinsou sucked on you with vigor, clearly enjoying the assets you had to offer him
● A sudden weight alighted on the other side of you, something tickling your bare shoulder
● You started at the new presence, making Shinsou leave your chest with a pop
● "Huh?" he asked, fingers stilling over your nipple, the other one growing cold from his saliva rapidly cooling over it
● You reached your hand behind you and your fingers met with a fluffy head. Turning, you saw that it was one of Hitoshi's cats
● You smiled at him and sheepishly slid back into your tank top, ignoring your boyfriend's chuckle at your modesty around even a cat
● You picked up his feline friend and brought him between the two of you, letting him settle and begin to purr as you both pet him
● "You see?" you said. "Kitty cuddles."
● "The 'Kitty' was supposed to be you." Hitoshi met your eyes, his mouth quirked up at the side
● "Are you feeling any better?" you asked, your tone switching to serious
● He nodded, looking back down at his cat. "Thanks for being here when I called."
● You leaned over and kissed him, reveling in the sensation until his cat bumped his head against your still hand
● You broke the kiss, letting your head fall to the pillow as you pulled the cat into your arms, allowing Hitoshi to move in even closer to you
● "Wanna take a nap?" you asked, your eyelids already growing heavy
● "Of course, Kitty." Hitoshi leaves a kiss on your forehead before draping an arm over your body, taking a moment to brush his hand over your bare arm. "One condition, though."
● "What's that?"
● "We get back to what we were doing earlier as soon as we wake up."
● "Sounds good to me."
Amajiki:
● You had asked Tamaki to come over to hang out, presumably to cuddle and watch a movie or something
● He stepped up to your door and rang the doorbell, waiting for you to let him in
● You came and opened up your house, letting him step inside
● He lifted his head to greet you, taking his eyes off the floor only to see . . . so much of you
● His breath caught in his throat as he took you in, a tank top perfectly flattering your chest and a pair of short shorts showing off your legs
● He swallows thickly, an unfamiliar desire to run his hands all over your body igniting in his chest
● You act as though nothing is different, greeting him cheerfully
● Tamaki can barely form a coherent response, the effect only made worse when you turned to lead him to your room, your hips naturally swaying ever so slightly as you walked
● He stands in the middle of your room, watching as you do some last-minute straightening up before you finally lean against your desk
● "So what do you want to do?" you ask him. "Wanna just cuddle for a bit?"
● You knew how much you both appreciated cuddling, which was part of why you had chosen such an outfit for the day
● Tamaki just nods, jumping at the chance to be as close to you as possible right now
● Except now he doesn't know what to do
● You're laid out before him, lifting the blanket up for him to slide in next to you
● How much is he allowed to touch you? Can he handle all this?
● Questions swirl in his brain as he finally settles into your bed, his spine rigid and stiff as a board
● "What is it, Tamaki?" you ask, noticing how much more nervous he is than usual
● He bites his lip, trying to decide how to answer. "I-it's nothing," he finally says, trying to keep his gaze away from you in hopes to stave off his overwhelming desire
● You frown, knowing instantly when he's lying. You lay yourself on his chest, using your thumb and forefinger to guide his face so he was looking at you
● You could feel him slightly trembling beneath you, and you looked into his eyes, concerned. "Is something wrong?"
● A blush bloomed over Tamaki's cheeks, now feeling guilty that he was making you worry. "I—um, it's just—canIholdyou?" His final sentence came out in a rush
● You smirked, still confused. "Of course. That's like, the point of cuddling."
● "But like—" He swallowed, looking away from you again. "You're so beautiful and I really want to touch you right now."
● You relax into a gentle smile, finally understanding why he was so nervous
● "Is the outfit too much? I'm sorry if it's making you uncomfortable—"
● "No, Bunny! You l-look so cute. It's just . . . you're so cute . . . ."
● You blush a bit, unsure of what to say. "You can do whatever you want with me, you know. If it ever gets to be too much, I'll tell you." You slide off him, sitting up and crossing your legs. "You can touch me."
● Tamaki sits up, sliding towards you on his knees until he's facing you. He hesitantly lifts a hand, letting it alight on your bare shoulder
● His fingertips ghost down your arm, his touch as gentle as butterfly wings
● The two of you sit in silence while you let him explore your body, mapping out every feature by tracing over it with his hand
● He seems to be most interested in your thighs, constantly coming back to them to give them a loving squeeze
● There's something so intimate about the moment to the both of you, and you find yourself not wanting it to ever end
● Finally Tamaki sighs, somehow lulled into a state of tranquillity by his soft actions
● He lays himself down again, adjusting so he can rest his head on your thighs
● "Is it okay if I just lie here for a bit?" he asks, looking up into your face
● You smile and run your own fingers over his cheek. "Of course."
● He brings up his hand to take hold of yours, guiding it to his mouth so he can press his lips against your fingers
● Your eyes glimmer at their warmth, and you move to start running your fingers through his wild raven hair
● He sighs again; you don't think you've ever seen him so relaxed
● It isn't long before he falls asleep in your lap, his quiet breathing the only sound in your room
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Author's Note:
I love how in the BNHA fanfictions we just kinda ignore curfews and stuff and just assume everyone is okay with students spending the night in other student's dorm rooms.
So you might have noticed that I left out Shouto in this one, and that's because I started writing his and decided to upload it as its own oneshot, so I'll post that in a few days.
I hope this quenched some thirst, especially that Shinsou one, hoo boy. I wrote that when I was half asleep and therefore did not give a fracking shat about being embarrassed so yeah, I guess I'll try that again in the future for limes.
Should I keep the bullet points or just type things like this out normally? I'm still trying to decide.
Hope you enjoyed,
-Sugar