The tension in the room was stifling, the air smelling of sweat and the sharp, metallic tang of Katsuki's adrenaline. He had you pinned, your legs draped over his broad shoulders, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. He wasn't rushing; he was savoring this. He wanted to see you break, wanted to hear every single pathetic sound you made as he stretched you beyond your limits.
He had spent the last hour prepping you, his tongue and fingers working you into a state of mindless arousal. Now, you were shaking, your pussy slick and dripping, your core pulsing with a void that only he could fill.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice a rough vibration that seemed to echo inside your chest. "Dripping all over the sheets, shaking like a fucking leaf. You’re practically begging for it, aren't you? Tell me how much you want it, brat."
"I want it... Katsuki, please... just put it in," you sobbed, your voice thin and needy.
"Not yet," he smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "We're doing this my way. I want to see exactly how much of me you can handle before you lose your damn mind."
He started with one finger, sliding it in with a slow, deliberate push. You gasped, your hips instinctively bucking upward. He didn't move it; he just let it sit there, feeling the way your walls clamped around him.
"Tight. So fucking tight," he muttered. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open. "You like that, don't you? Feeling yourself open up for me?"
"Yes... ah! Yes!"
"Louder!" he barked, adding a fourth finger and then his thumb, creating a wide, blunt plug of flesh inside you. He began to pump his hand, the wet, slapping sounds filling the silence of the room. "Tell me who owns this pussy! Tell me right now!"
"You! You do! It's yours, Katsuki!" you wailed, your head tossing from side to side.
"Damn right it is," he hissed. He paused, his gaze dropping to where his hand disappeared into you. He began to fold his fingers, shaping his hand into a cone, and pushed against the entrance.
The feeling was sudden and immense. You felt your walls stretch to a point that felt impossible, a heavy, aching pressure that made your vision blur. You let out a strangled scream, your fingers clawing at the mattress.
"Breathe! Look at me!" he commanded, his voice booming. "Don't you dare close your eyes. I want you to feel every single millimeter of me stretching you out. Just breathe through it, you little slut."
He pushed deeper, the knuckles of his hand forcing your pussy to expand. The sensation was overwhelming—a mixture of intense fullness and a burning, electric pleasure that made your toes curl.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," he groaned, his own breath becoming ragged. "I can feel you trying to swallow my whole hand. You're so greedy, aren't you? Just want to be filled to the fucking brim."
With one final, powerful surge, he drove the base of his fist inside you. You let out a piercing shriek, your body arching violently as you were completely filled. You were stretched wide, your pussy gripping his fist with a desperate, pulsing intensity.
"There," he whispered, his voice raw and triumphant, his forehead resting against yours. "Now you're full. Now you know exactly what it feels like to be completely owned by me."
He didn't let you rest. He began to rotate his fist, a slow, grinding twist that hit every nerve ending and massaged your G-spot with bruising force.
"Does that feel good? Does it feel like you're breaking?" he asked, his voice a dark, seductive purr. He began to pump his fist—in and out, a slow, heavy rhythm. Squelch. Thud. Squelch. Thud.
"I... I can't... it's too much!" you screamed, your voice breaking.
"It's not enough! I'm going to wreck you!" he roared, increasing the pace. He was hammering into you with his hand, the sheer volume of him creating a sensation of total annihilation.
You hit your peak with a violence that left you sobbing. Your internal muscles clamped down on his fist in rhythmic, crushing waves, milking him even though he wasn't a cock. You were shaking, your body vibrating with an orgasm that felt like it would never end.
"That's it! Give it all to me!" Katsuki yelled, his eyes blown wide with lust. He gave one last, deep thrust, burying his wrist as far as it would go, holding you open and filled to the absolute limit.
He stayed there for a long minute, savoring the way you trembled around him. Finally, he pulled his hand out with a loud, wet pop that echoed through the room. You collapsed back into the pillows, your legs still shaking, your pussy gaping and glistening, completely spent and utterly conquered.
He looked down at his hand, coated in your slickness, and licked his lips with a smug grin. "Good girl. Now get ready... because I'm not using my hand for the next round."
pairing | roy harper x fem! reader
a/n | part of my dc kinktober 2025; femdom. mdni.
In your (completely unbiased) opinion, Roy Harper was the sexiest man to ever walk the planet. It was only natural that people coveted what was yours; you couldn't blame them for staring, for wanting.
You trusted Roy unconditionally; you knew he'd never even spare a second glance at anyone who wasn't you. When you'd first started dating and had snapped childishly after letting the jealousy get to you, Roy had earnestly exclaimed that, 'he'd sooner gouge out his own eyes than look at another woman.'
You hadn't had any issues since. You were secure in your relationship and Roy’s undying devotion. That didn’t mean you liked it when people flirted with him. Especially when they wouldn’t take a hint, or god forbid, reached out to touch him despite Roy’s blatant annoyance.
It was often how you found yourself in positions like this, Roy shoved up against your bedroom door, groceries long forgotten after a make-out session in the frozen food aisle when some bitch couldn't take a hint.
You were perhaps a tad too territorial, but it wasn’t like Roy minded. If anything, he encouraged the possessive behaviour. Moaning like a whore around the fingers you'd shoved in his mouth, hips bucking desperately to gain some friction against the thigh you'd shoved between his legs.
Pulling your fingers free, your hand slides down to grasp his throat, thumb brushing over his racing pulse. “Are you hard already? You like it when I shove you around? When I show everyone who you belong to?”
Roy nods frantically, eyes dazed and half lidded as he tries to lean in to kiss you, whining when you pull back a little.
“Use your words.” You commanded calmly, your hand exerting just an ounce of pressure, which had him groaning.
“Yes,” he pants, “I love it, love when you throw me around, put me in my place.”
It's your turn to groan at his words, “You’re such a dirty slut.” Reaching up, you tangle a hand in his locks, tugging him into a bruising kiss as you flip your positions, walking him backwards to the bed.
Roy eagerly follows your lead, grinning when you shove him back against the mattress, not wasting a second before you're straddling his waist.
It's a well-practised dance that has Roy reaching up and you barely needing to break the series of desperate kisses to lock his wrists to the headboard. The muscles in his arms flex deliciously, prompting you to lean up and sink your teeth into the flesh of his bicep, making his hips jolt and his breath hitch.
“This worked up and I've barely even touched you.”
“What can I say, you bring it out of me.” He grins before leaning up to coax you into another kiss.
“Hmm, flatterer.”
“If it gets you on top of me like this.” You pull back with at his words, and Roy lets out a disappointed noise until he watches you slide your clothes off. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he whistles.
“Fuck, baby. Let me taste you, please.” He begs as you slide a hand into his locks, tugging gently to expose his neck to lavish the skin with possessive bites.
Well, who were you to deny him when he begged so prettily?
Dick Grayson is finally invited to the Justice League in his own right as Nightwing only to find himself unable to pay attention to his first meeting because none other than Roy Harper is sat across from him looking too good to handle.
A smutty one shot where Dick and Roy can't keep their hands off of each other in a broom closet at JL headquarters.
Tags: Dick Grayson x Roy Harper; one shot; shameless smut; oral s3x; secret relationship; making out.
Ao3 link here
Word Count: 3,038 (completed)
It would’ve been a monumental moment, heroic even, the highlight of his year if it weren’t for the smug looking ginger across the table from him.
Roy Harper, you asshole… – Dick thought averting his gaze.
Dick had spent what felt like an eternity coming into his own at Nightwing, breaking free of the Robin mantle and making a difference in Bludhaven, finally finding himself invited into the grown ups table only to find that no matter what, he could barely pay attention to what Wonder Woman or any of the other Justice League members were saying.
Why the hell do you look like that?
Roy had a small red patch on his cheek, it always looked extra red whenever he’d be fighting or… or…
Stop that… stop that now…
Roy’s eyes shifted and met Dick’s, his jaw clenching. Dick squirmed in his seat.
It hadn’t been enough that Roy had greeted him with a tight hug, tighter than he would’ve liked for the occasion, but he’d also nuzzled against his neck, his ginger stubble giving Dick goosebumps. He got them again just thinking about it, about how good Roy had smelled too.
His hair had never looked better, a vibrant red that contrasted with his pale freckly skin, loose and wild, his hat neatly set on the table in front of him. He folded his arms while his eyes shifted back and forth between Diana and Dick, his biceps looking obscenely huge.
I used to be the bigger one out of us too…
He looked at his lips, his eyes flipping back and forth between Roy’s eyes and mouth. They were relaxed, looking soft and pink… a shade of pink so warm he could almost feel it. Dick lowered his hands over his lap.
Jesus Christ… Get it together… get it together… I know it’s been… it’s been a while… he’s been busy, you’ve been busy… get it together… now’s not the time to… to…
Roy turned his head, now facing Dick from across the circular table. He smiled softly, the lips Dick loved suckling on forming a perfect relaxed smile that only someone like Roy could deliver, only someone who knew Dick so well could. Dick nodded gently at him in response, keeping his chin tucked against his neck as he attempted to keep his eyes down to no avail, unaware of the puppy eyes he was inadvertently sending Roy. He cleared his throat and Roy opened his mouth, slowly wetting his lips before swallowing hard, his adam’s apple moving up and down in a motion that made Dick feel an electric current run through his body.
You’ll pay me for this Roy Harper… you’ll pay…
-
Dick couldn’t have left the meeting room fast enough. He’d hidden in the bathroom for a bit where he’d paced and cleaned himself cursing under his breath until he was ready to go back… a meeting with Batman in the docket that made his palms sweaty.
It’ll be fine… it’s chill… it’s been a while… he clearly isn’t mad if he was cool with you joining in for this… he surely… surely he gave me a recommendation right? Or… I mean… this is a team! Decisions are made by all members of the team just like it was with us… the Titans… a team… one hell of a team…
Dick was so deep in his own thoughts he didn’t notice the footsteps behind him until a hand tugged at the back of his suit and yanked him back into an open door: a broom closet. He turned his body around fast as the door slammed behind him to find himself in tight quarters with none other than the man of the hour.
“What the hell?!” – He asked Roy looking back at the closed door.
“Hey, Robin…” – Roy said in the same tone as he always did, smug and playful.
“Don’t call me that… not here… not everyone knows…” – Dick said with shifty eyes that struggled to settle in any one part of Roy.
Goddamn it’s been so long…
“Was this your first time? Here? As Nightwing?”
Dick nodded.
“Oh, sweet…”
“Sweet? What the hell, man?!” – Dick lamented giving Roy a push.
“What… what’s wrong?” – Roy asked sitting down on a crate, looking at Dick with confusion stamped all over his face. He clearly hadn’t minded the shove, not when he’d been so used to being manhandled by Dick before.
“You know what you were doing!”
Roy raised his eyebrows and squinted. – “Now what exactly are you talking about, Dickie?”
“Don’t. Cut it out.” – Dick began pacing.
“Hang on…” – Roy’s face lit up and he reached for Dick, a hand grabbing his forearm. – “What are you mad at me about? Huh?”
“Nothing! Just… man come on! Did you have to do all that? Today?!”
“Do what?” – Roy laughed, tugging at Dick as he tried to pull away. – “Dick… I didn’t do anything but smile at you and nod…”
Dick took a few shallow breaths and looked down at Roy’s hand gripping his arm. He shifted his eyes for a bit and lost it, jumping in and slotting himself between Roy’s legs. He grabbed Roy’s cheeks in his palms and brought his face to his lips, kissing him with such hunger their lips pressed too hard against each other’s at first. Roy leaned back from the force of the impact, then leaning forwards and reaching for Dick’s body. He found his waist first, holding it with one hand while the other found the back of his head. He grabbed a handful of Dick’s luscious black hair and tugged at him some, moving away just enough so he could catch a breath.
“I see now…” – Roy said with his lips still preseed against Dick’s. He pulled away and Dick let a soft moan escape his lips. – “You’re mad at me cause I got you bricked up on your first Justice League meeting as a grown up… but I didn’t do it on purpose, Dickie… that was all you…”
“Shut up… you know what you were doing…”
“What?”
“You look so good…” – Dick’s hands travelled from Roy’s face down his body, grabbing handfuls of him and his muscles and satiating a longing he’d not quite admitted to himself for a while…
“You do too, Robin… the blue suits you… pretty boy…”
“Shut up…”
“You shut me up…” – Roy quipped scooching closer to the edge of the crate, his body and Dick’s now pressing against one another.
He felt Dick’s bulge before aything else, his suit was unforgiving, unfortunately for him, and he was so desperate he had no way of hiding it.
“Goddamn… I’ve missed you…” – Roy said letting his head fall back as Dick attacked his neck, leaving kisses and bites all over him. His breathing was warm on him and Roy rolled his eyes back smelling the scent of his hair. – “Mmmmm… Complain all you want… look at you go…”
“Shut up…”
“You have anything else to say to me? No, I’ve missed you, Roy! How are things in Star City, Roy? How’s working with the Justice League, Roy? Any news in your romantic life, Roy?”
“I have…” – Dick’s hands found Roy’s biceps and he trailed his fingers down his arms. – “it’s too far… I don’t care…” – He reached for Roy’s torso instead, running his hands over his pecks and abs, settling on his hips and grabbing him tight. – “Don’t you dare speak about that…”
“Don’t you care?”
“If it doesn’t concern me… no…”
“What if it does? What if you shouldn’t be doing this right now, huh?”
Dick pulled back, his hands still grabbing Roy’s hips and he squinted at him. – “No.”
“No?! No what?”
“You’re not seeing anyone… at least not seriously…”
“What makes you say that?!” – Roy responded with laughter, his hands finding Dick’s ass and pulling him closer, pressing his growing bulge against Dick’s hard cock.
“I know… I keep tabs…”
“Of course you do…” – Roy responded suckling on Dick’s earlobe, his breathing giving him pause.
“I’ve missed you, I hate that you’re all the way in Star City full time… I hate that you don’t come visit…”
“Mmm… come on… we’ll see each other more often now, back in the same team again…”
“Not the same…” – Dick responded grinding against Roy.
“No… not the same… but close enough…”
“Missing a couple more gingers…” – Dick snickered.
“You’re so greddy… you asshole…” – Roy joked caressing Dick’s face lovingly. – “Tell me something Dickie…”
“Huh?”
“How the hell do you get out of this suit of yours?” – He asked tugging at Dick’s suit, runnning his fingers over his pelvis trying to find a zipper, an opening, anything.
“Oh…”
“Come on… don’t be shy now… You’ve missed me…”
“So bad… so bad you can’t even imagine…” – Dick addmitted and reached for the small hidden zippers that allowed him to remove the bottom half of his suit like trousers.
Roy looked down and smirked seeing Dick’s throbbing bulge and wet underwear. He reached for it, touching the damp fabric and looked up at Dick.
“Is this…?”
“You… that’s all you, you bastard…” – Dick nuzzled against Roy’s neck while Roy laughed, his hand caught pressing against Dick. – ”Mmmnn…”
Dick thrusted against Roy’s hand, moaning softly at the feeling. Roy’s palm was large and warm.
God I’ve missed this… I’ve missed this so bad… I shouldn’t… this is… this is so wrong… this is so wrong… there is no way… no way anyone has done this here before…
-
Batman was tapping the table with the tip of his fingers, Green Arrow sat close to him holding a mug with coffee that was growing cold fast.
“So… been a while… Gotham’s kept you busy huh?” – Oliver asked looking around the break room for Roy.
“Mhm…” – Batman hummed in agreement.
“Feel like you used to be here a lot more… always prowling around… could always find you in the nooks and crevices of this place…” – Oliver joked with exaggerated hand movements.
Oliver… why are you doing this? – Bruce thought scratching his chin. – Come on Dick… where the hell did you run off to?
“I haven’t had enough time to stick around much…”
“No… no… I can tell… you’ve been missed…” – Oliver quipped urging Bruce to clench his jaw. – “How’s your uh… how’s your little Ro-”
-
“Robin…” – Roy moaned into Dick’s ear, sliding down to his feet slowly and dragging Dick’s pants down with him.
“You gotta stop calling me that…” – Dick replied struggling to keep his eyes open, leaning back against a rackety shelf.
“I can’t… not when this is such a throwback…” – He took a handful of Dick’s balls and squeezed in his hands, Dick panted at the feeling. – ”Mmm heavy huh… when was the last time someone took care of you?”
“Too long… Bludhaven’s… lonely…”
“Come on… that’s no good Dickie… you’re a team player…”
Dick chuckled and bit his lip, Roy’s mouth kissing him from the base of his dick all the way up to tip, slow wet kisses that made a loud smacking sound. – “Jesus Christ Roy…”
“Remember all the times we played seven minutes in heaven?” – Smack. – “Just like this?”
Dick nodded, gripping the shelf with strength. – “Yeah… yeah I remember… fuck…”
“Used to be able to do a whole lot in seven minutes, huh?” – Roy smirked before delivering the final kiss to Dick’s head, tasting some of his precum.
He moaned softly and stuck out his tongue, beginning to tease Dick’s head. It made circular motions, careful drawings with slow deliberate movements that made Dick’s stomach flutter and his legs feel weak. Roy made him feel so weak… the only person who ever could.
Only you can see me like this… only you can give me this much… only you… only you… only you…
He grabbed a handful of Roy’s red hair and pushed himself into his mouth with a slow thrust, begging Roy too take him in. He did at first, suckling on Dick’s tip but then pulled back, looking up at Dick with a glint in his eyes.
“Hang on… you don’t want me to take my time? Get you on the edge first?”
“Man I’ve been on the edge since before you acknowledged me from across that table… fuck…”
“Can you ask pretty?” – Roy teased dragging Dick’s tip across his lips, leaving them soft and pouty for him.
“MMhhnmmm… Roy…”
“Yeah?” – He grabbed Dick’s asscheek in his hand, squeezing it just how he knew he liked it.
“Fuck… mmnn… come on…”
“That’s not quite asking please, huh?” – Roy teased some more, speaking against Dick’s tip, making his breathing ragged.
“Fuck… please… please, Roy… I’ve missed you…” – He placed both hands on Roy’s head, his adam’s apple bulging as he leaned his neck back against the shelf and swallowed with difficulty. – “Please, Roy… I miss it so bad… I miss you so bad…”
“Mmmnnn keep talking, pretty boy…” – Roy said finally opening his mouth fully to Dick, taking him in slowly tip to base, wetting him as much as he could, not an inch of his perfect cock uncovered with his saliva. He wanted it to feel good… he needed it to be the best… he’d missed him too.
“Oh my god yeah… yeah Roy… Fuck… that’s… oh my god…” – Dick babbled incoherently, his left thigh twitching already.
Roy looked up at him while he sucked him, oscilating how much pressure he applied, especially coming up the tip. It was like he needed to urge every last drop of Dick, suckling as he reached the base of the head and narrowing his lips to make Dick moan louder for him. Old habits die hard.
“Fuck… I think… keep going… keep going… just like that… just like that…” – Dick kept repeating unable to stop himself.
He dropped one of his hands, cupping Roy’s cheek, caressing it, running it over the red patch of skin that was especially bright now. His stubble was coarse against his thumb, his beautiful ginger hair. He thought of how beautiful Roy looked naked, that same ginger hue adorning his cock like a halo. He pushed himself against Roy, he couldn’t help it. He felt a tear running down Roy’s eye catching his finger.
“Sorry… too hard?”
Roy shook his head and hummed, this was not even close to being too hard and they both knew it… He brought his idle hand up that had been playing around at feeling Dick’s abs down and tightened it around Dick’s base, pumping and sucking him simultaneously, only way to get around to making Dick come without a throat ache.
“Fuck!” – Dick panted, dropping packages containing kitchen roll and other basic higiene supplies onto the floor beside them, their sound, luckily, muffled by the soft nature of the contents.
Roy pulled away momentarily, focusing on pumping Dick. He wiped his mouth and eyes and looked up at Dick. – “Thought you were almost about to cum by yourself? What’s all this, huh? You were all wet before I even touched you!”
“MMmnn… but it’s too good… it’s too good Roy… you fuck me so good… only you know how to…” – Dick responded looking down at him, drawing his thumb from his jawline to his lips. He outlined them before sticking it in. Roy took it and licked it. – “I’m close… I’m really close… I promise…”
“You’re a beautiful liar, Grayson… anyone ever tell you that?”
“You… but I never lie… fuck… not to you…”
Roy saw it, the signature spasm and the slight frown in his right brow that told him all he needed to know: Dick really was about to come hot and heavy and no one was more up to the task than Roy to take care of him. He ran his fingers over Dick’s abs one more time under his suit while bringing Dick’s cock back into his mouth.
It took him less than two full rounds of traveling tip to base for Dick to pour into his mouth. He swallowed while he flowed into him, only way to make sure you didn’t end up covered in a sticky mess. Dick covered his mouth with his forearm, frowning hard and trying to hold back pleasured moans and failing at it terribly.
Roy kept his dick in his mouth and caressed Dick’s body through it as he breathed with difficulty, Dick always came like it was a painful process – so intense and all encompassing he felt light headed and weak by the end of it. He finally felt like Dick was done pumping into him and gave him one final round before suckling his tip and pulling away. He leaned forwards, resting his head against Dick’s stomach catching his breath.
“Fuck… holy shit, Roy… I can’t believe that… that was… that was amazing…” – Dick repeated softly playing with Roy’s hair.
“Dick…” – Roy said softly.
“What was that?”
“Can I come visit?” – He asked looking up with bedroom eyes.
“Me?”
Roy nodded.
“You have to… you have to…” – Dick responded laughing and tilting his head back.
Roy helped Dick dress up again, his hands lingering on Dick’s skin before his suit covered him up entirely, stealing his skin away from him.
“You looked like you were in a rush when I pulled you in… where were you going?”
“Talk to Batman…” – He said feeling Roy’s hands on his waist, looking at him with eyes that said he wasn’t quite done with him just yet. – “You? You just hanging around?”
“No… gotta go talk to boss…”
“Oliver?”
“Mhm…”
“Mmmm… okay… well, I was gonna meet B. in the break room… you should get something to drink to wash me down, yeah?” – Dick said wiping the side of Roy’s mouth with his thumb and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“Won’t it look suss if we both stumble in looking like this?” – Roy joked tussling Dick’s messy hair, unaware of just how messy his curls looked after being grabbed by Dick relentlessly.
“Oh come on… Batman and Green Arrow sharing a coffee in the break room? What are the odds of that?” – Dick joked reaching up and giving Roy another kiss, a longer one this time, feeling all of Roy’s softness and coarseness against his lips. – “What are the chances?”
Kirishima is strong- everybody knows that, from his classmates to the people at the agency to the online fangirls who post videos drooling over his biceps. And he likes that, likes the fact everybody can see he’s strong- and the fact he’s stronger than you.
Not that you aren’t strong in your own right, you’re hardly frail, but when your boyfriends biceps are practically the size of your head-with gloriously washboard abs to match- how can you not want him to express it? It’s not to patronise you or make you feel weak in comparison, he just loves the idea of keeping you safe. It’s a primal instinct to protect, he supposes.
Much like he’s doing right now, as he keens into your neck as he holds you up against the wall of your back garden. Early evening sun beams down on you both, and the smell of sundried tomatoes wafts over from your neighbour’s kitchen.
“You can- can put me down now, Kiri!” You know he’s strong enough and more than capable, but you’re worried the amount of writhing you’re doing on his thick cock is going to end in a fall onto the patio below.
“S’ fine, babe, I’ve got you!” He grins toothily, biceps flexing as his hands grip at the plush skin of your thighs. Briefly, one moves to grab at your ass before he moves it back. “Always got you…” he mutters, “wouldn’t be manly if I didn’t, right babe?”
You smile, gasping everytime he hits so deep inside you, before shakily raising a hand from his broad shoulder to cup the side of his face. “Yeah, I know you do… always so manly for me, aren’t you?”
You giggle, but to Kirishima it’s probably the hottest thing you could’ve said; it has him sinking his fingers deeper into your thighs and using the handfuls as leverage to bounce you harder up and down on his cock as your back rubs at the bricks through your shirt.
The slick puddling out of your pussy creates the most embarrassing sounds, and you have half a mind to be conscious about it but Kiri just doesn’t care; he lives for the fact he’s strong enough to support you with just his arms, hands- he thinks whatever he’s had to go through to get to this point pales in comparison to the rewards.
He thinks you look perfect, all his in his big caring arms; he feels perfect, too, like this is all he was ever supposed to be, supposed to give to you. He loves you so much it physically pains him, a sharp bolt of joy shooting right through his sensitive heart and straight to his cock when he kisses you against the wall.
“Oh my god, Kiri- sooo close!” Squealing, you squirm in his tight grip and he swears there’s tears heading in his sensitive waterline as he kisses down your jaw with pure love.
“Yeah? Please, need to see it so bad baby, need to see you let go while I keep you safe-“ he’s babbling, voice cracking. It’s so hot, so him it throws you over the edge with a soft cry. It’s perfect, all clinging to him while he cums alongside you, angry red tip painting your walls slick with ropes upon ropes of white.
You laugh softly into his shoulder, thank him, start kissing across his shoulders. It makes him ache, feel so warm inside he wants to double over and clutch at his chest with tears beading in his eyes. He just feels so manly.
He’s absolutely going to marry you, he thinks.
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a/n: oh my GODDDDDD I love writing fluffy Kiri smut so much AND guess who has MULTIPLEEEE JJK smut (with actual extended plot!!) fic ideas in her notes?? ME!!! I hope you’re all excited for the level of depravity I’m going to release on you all in November
friends with benefits —k. eijiro
tw / cw: characters aged up ! college au / intercourse (p in v), size kink (kinda sorta.. big d), stomach bulge
✧ (18+) wc: 1.5k
eijiro kirishima is the best friend any college girl could ask for. he always manages to save a good seat for you during lectures, he generously takes your books when you have too many to carry, and he's a great study buddy.
well i guess he also has the biggest dick in the entire university. or you would assume so— it's frightening to think they could come any bigger, and by some miracle you were the one he came to with his sexual frustrations.
so a usual friday night dorm room study session turned into yet again, you being folded into his twin mattress neglecting the open textbooks and incomplete assignments. but you really did come over with the intention to study!
"you always suck my fingers in so greedily"
the ruby haired man chuckled darkly, more to himself than you. from his position he could see the absolute bliss his thick digits were bringing you. plunging his big fingers in and out of your tight heat, aweing at your twitches and whines. very considerately, he always started off by stretching you out on his hand— preparing you for what he had stored up.
after minutes of what seems like treacherous teasing, eijiro pulls his hand out and sucks his fingers clean— displaying how utterly whipped he was for you and your essence. the lack of assiduity leaves your hips bucking into the air, searching for the return of his licentious attention.
"s'okay pretty girl, i'll take care of ya"
the muscular man grins sweetly, shuffling down his already un-belted pants to his knees. flexing his forearms to grab the elastic of his boxers when you stop his wrist, giving him a look of weary— precaution due to his size. no matter how many times you end up in this position, the sheer girth of the man in front of you will always be egregiously big.
shaking off the pause with another deep chuckle, kirishima swiftly pulls the band of his boxers down revealing his bobbing member. he effortlessly throws your legs over his shoulders for a better angle, leaving a trail of delicate kisses by your ankle in a silent promise to never hurt you. it's not like the red head isn't aware of his size— it's both a blessing and a curse in many ways.
working through the nerves you softly drag your arm from his wrist to broad chest, bracing for the pleasure you missed so much. the taller man takes this as an opportunity to line his fat tip up to your fluttering hole, a smile creeping up on his toothy mouth as his crimson eyes sparkle with adoration.
there's something so serene about these moments, having such a connection with none of the responsibilities— being civil lunch friends one moment and filthy fuck buddies the next.
kirishima gradually pushes into you, not even halfway in before your eyes roll impossibly back into your skull feeling every inch of his fat cock stuff you. your hands act on their own, nails finding and digging into his rock hard bicep, sculpted from spending countless hours in the gym. the man above you lets out small huffs of air, trying to control his voice.
"fuck yeah— biiiiig stretch baby come on"
eijiro stretched his words out ironically encouragingly, descending deeper and deeper into your wet cunt. obscene squelching sounds bounced off the walls from your conjoined bodies, filling the small room with a cloud of lust.
it doesn't take long for him to bottom out in reality, which feels like eons for you. the bigger man stuffed you so full it left your mouth agape, the words not processing in your brain to enunciate the sensation. every curve and vein on his dick fit into your poor pussy like a puzzle piece.
his fat tip protrudes against your tummy, creating a visual bump in your skin. the cheerful man bites his lip at the feeling of your tight heat strangling his cock, blood gushing from the accidental cut. his ruby eyes snapped to where his cock bulged through your stomach, letting out a breathy laugh.
"y'feel me there?"
eijiro's hand traces the bump in your abdomen, glint in his eyes that almost makes him seem proud of his work— reveling in his achievement. his calloused digits navigated to your clit, circling the nerves delicately while slowly rocking his hips back and forth. finally gaining the ability to barely speak, you let saccharine mewls flow from your plush lips.
cherry red hair brushes against your chin as he bends down to trail kisses down your neck, never going over the occasional hickey in fear of wounding you. in an intimate act— the confident boy guides your face to his swollen lips. capturing your soft tongue in a sweet kiss, drinking the spill of moans that drain from your vocal cords. you can taste the bitter flavor of his blood mix with your combined saliva, leaving faint pink strings attaching you to the toned man.
the private moment is quickly interrupted with a knock on his dorm door. kirishima kneeled stiff, still suctioned to your tight cunt. the once sensual moment quickly turned into panic— faced with the anxiety of another person being aware of your sexy secret. a second knock on the door breaks the silence, this time followed by a voice.
"hey shitty hair its me— a few of us are goin' to dinner, ya down?"
katsuki's ill-tempered gruff voice could be heard beyond the door, making the unwelcome visitor now known. with the newfound confirmation, eijiro picks up the rhythmic pace that was lost, along with a sadistic grin that spreads across his ruggedly handsome face.
unable to hold back from the gratification he brings, you let sugary whines swirl out of your throat. lashes damp with tears threatening to spill over— your sore pussy being harassed by his fat cock. self control becomes a foreign concept as he gradually speeds up his hips to mercilessly pump into yours.
"uh— who's goin'"
the muscular man taunts you, unbeknown to the third party. he cups his large hand over your mouth, trying to conceal the sounds from his unaware friend outside the door. eijiro cruelly increases his rhythm, angling his cock into your warm cunt at a viscous pace. muffled whimpers mix with the light tap of the headboard against the wall, creating a harmonious symphony for the crude scene.
bakugo continues to communicate something you couldn't quite hear— too far gone in your own pleasure. fortunately kirishima decided to stop toying with your probity and get rid of his angry pal.
"i'll have to catch you next time, sorry man"
the vermilion eyed boy calls through the door, mentally signaling his companion to back off. disappointed grunts trailed off as the blond thankfully takes the hint. you feel the intoxicating bubble in your stomach about to pop moments after you're in the clear.
tears of ecstasy stain your cheeks as you approach your orgasm. the air thick with the smell of sex and his cologne, suffocating you with the vulgarity of the situation. above you, the ruby haired man perked up with a shit eating grin, eyes lidded and pussy drunk.
"does almost getting caught get you off? nasty girl"
his words are so ribald— so dirty. eijiro has the undeniable talent of tongue, sinking down to whisper sweet nothings in your ear before uttering the filthiest thing you've ever heard.
"maybe we should invite him next time, yeah?— want me to show off how perfect this pussy is?"
the words purr from his throat so naturally, each compliment dripping with lewd infatuation. inching closer to his own release, eijiro finds his fingers tangling themselves between your folds once again, edging you closer to euphoria. the taller man finds a rhythm of massaging your clit and snapping his pelvis into yours.
you leave creamy rings imprinted on his length as you reach your climax— locking your wrists behind his neck to drag him into one last sloppy kiss. decorum forgotten as you lock lips, a vile scene of teeth clashing and smeared spit.
pouring moans into each other's mouths and swallowing cries of pleasure, your thighs clench together in exaltation. the scenery of the room gets replaced by the pure elation ripping through your veins, white consuming your vision. your release hits fast and hard— leaving you momentarily convulsing and out of breath.
kirishima's climax is not far behind with his sensitive cock getting overstimulated, your tight cunt squeezing every last drop of pre from his bulging tip. he pulls out swiftly, leaving you wincing at the new feeling of emptiness. eijiro strokes himself twice before opaque puddles litter across your stomach like a demented recreation of starry night.
the disheveled red head cracks a grin at his foul painting before hopping off the bed and grabbing a towel to clean you up with. even in the filthiest moments, you can always count on the buoyant man to somehow keep a smile on his stupidly charming face. the night wrapped up quietly, leaving the air in the cramped room swirling with lust and a fucked up sense of normalcy.
dick grayson is not going to have sex with you tonight, sorta. dick grayson x fem!reader crack + smut. cw : dry humping, handjob, clitplay, titplay, no piv. he’s big, it’s mentioned. maybe cumplay? slight ric grayson warning yikes 🗒️ welcome to the writer’s barely concealed fetish (dry humping) lmao + forgive me pls now playing : undercover lover – smooth 🎧
1013 Parkthorne Avenue was a little world that belonged to Nightwing alone.
It wasn’t home, not exactly, and wouldn’t be for long if he finished his mission quick enough, but it was a place he could crash, a place to survey Blüdhaven’s streets, a place to patch himself up and beyond his better judgment he found himself turning it into an actual home — potted plants on the windowsill, a couple records on the shelves, hanging polaroids on the wall next to his bed.
A little bracelet you gave him still sitting on the nightstand. A neighborly gesture, you said.
Was she giving me bedroom eyes? Am I seeing things? He had whispered to himself that day as you walked away, the words catching the little wire clipped under his collar.
Oh my God, he’s got the hots for his neighbour.
“I don’t know if you remember, but just in case you forgot, Mr. Love Doctor—” The modulated voice from none other than Jason, Red Hood himself, echoed into Dick’s earpiece.
Dick huffed, the fist he had clenched around a rather generous little bouquet of flowers he got at that new place that opened downtown loosened slightly. A neighborly gesture, he told himself.
“But breaking your cover is against code.”
“What code?”
“The code I made up to stop you from blowing your cover over a crush—”
“It’s not a crush!” He argued back, and just then you’d opened the door. His heart lurched in his chest and he practically shoved the flowers towards you, your eyes widening in complete amusement.
“Is somebody dying?” You chuckled. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ric?”
Ric. He’d forgotten that’s what he told you his name was. Suddenly he wants to die.
Dick shrugged, barely managing to muster that charming smile he was known for — his credentials being that he won ‘Most Charming Smile’ two years in a row at Gotham Prep, by the way — “I… uh, I was home and I figured you might be home… so…”
“So, you, guy-who-is-never-home, came all the way up here just to give me these?” You teased, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m flattered. What’s the occasion?”
He felt like he could swallow a rib with how nervous he was.
“I mean, what’s a few flowers between friends?”
“Right…” you pursed your lips in disbelief and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “You know, if you actually asked me out, I’d say yes.”
“Please!” His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “I mean, yes— please, I would love to. I would love to ask you out, is what I’m saying—” the words tumbled out and you erupted into a fit of giggles, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Come back here at seven, pretty boy.”
While he got ready for the unauthorized date, there was Jason in his ear again like the Devil from The Bible.
“Sooo, does she know Ric has like a dozen wires taped to his chest or are you gonna wait til you get naked to explain?”
Dick rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt up. “It’s a first date, nobody is getting naked.” He eyed himself in the mirror, raking a few fingers through his hair. “And for your information I won’t be wearing a wire.”
A loud howl of laughter crackled into his ear. “Ten bucks she walks him like a dog.” It was Roy.
“Fifteen,” came the crackle of another comm. “You’re underestimating how easy he really is.”
“Babs?” Dick’s eyes widened.
“Sorry, loverboy,” she replied in his ear. “Money talks.”
He slumped at the edge of his mattress, fiddling with his shoes and grumbling under his breath. “Would it kill you people to give me some privacy?” Admittedly, the prospect of something more happening hadn’t crossed his mind until now.
Now he was really nervous. “It’s not happening,” Dick murmured, more to himself than his inquisitive audience. “I’m on a mission. I have great self control. I’m practically a veteran in the field. I can handle this.”
Jason whistled low, then singsonged into his ear. “You willing to put some money on that?”
Dick Grayson is not going to have sex with you tonight.
He’s Nightwing. This is a stealth operation, a covert campaign of intelligence gathering. He’s strong willed, he is determined. The wires are gone, so is his earpiece and he is a man on another kind of mission. He will not falter.
You’re looking up at him with those bedroom eyes again.
The conversation after dinner that had something to do with how he keeps his house plants alive had died the moment you said to him, “Hey, do you wanna see my plants?”
Now it’s just heavy breathing, bodies too close and tension so thick you can taste it because he was stupid enough to get walked like a dog to your bedroom.
Dick’s hand is under your top, cupping one of your soft tits in a large palm. His thumb gently circles your soft nipple, feeling it stiffen instantly. You have one potted plant by your balcony door. It looks like it died a week ago.
This is a honeytrap.
“…We shouldn’t,” he whispers, voice already wrecked and slightly hoarse from arousal, but he doesn’t pull his hand away.
Yet, you whimper softly and arch into his touch, pushing your breast harder into his hand.
He has two hundred dollars on this. Two hundred dollars, his dignity and the sorrow of letting Jason and Roy of all people borrow his car.
But he kisses you.
It starts tender — a little bit guilty, but desperate. Within seconds it turns filthy with your tongues sliding into each other’s mouths, lips barely catching on teeth and stifled moans trapped in hollowed cheeks.
Dick groans into your mouth as he squeezes your tit harder, kneading the soft, pillowy flesh. His mouth moves to your jaw, the length of your neck, the back of your ear. He’s kissing every bit of skin he can find.
His other hand grabs ahold of your hip, sliding you further down the sheets and flush against him. You can feel his cock, hard and leaking pre as it throbs against your thigh through his pants.
“Ric…” you moan. Right, that… that’s a problem.
Dick’s brows go tight and he lifts his mouth from your collarbone, panting as he rests his forehead against yours.
“You can call me Richard,” he breathes. “Okay?” You nod and he wastes no time to latch onto your lips again, his hips rocking forward against your thigh. “You’re so beautiful…”
You reach down and undo the button of his pants, the sound of the zipper almost echoing in the dark room. Your hand slides quickly into the fabric, under the cotton of his boxers to find him twitching at attention.
He hisses sharply. “Wait— fuck—”
“Oh my God,” you whisper, as your fingers wrap around his thick cock. You get them all the way around his girth on the second try and squeeze slightly. “You’re… wow, you’re big.”
Dick looks down at you with a shit eating grin and you roll your eyes. His mouth latches onto your breast and you arch up against him with a cry.
You start stroking him slowly, your hand pumping his cock while he kneads both your tits, squeezing and playing with them like they belong to him — or like he hasn’t seen a pair in centuries. “Fuck— that feels so good…” he moans against your neck, thrusting up into your fist. “You’re so good…”
He snakes a hand down and dips two fingers into your panties, marvelling at the wetness he finds.
He rubs over your needy folds then parts them, stroking up and down and circling over your throbbing clit as the front of your underwear turns dark from slick. “So fucking wet… did you get like this for me? Is this what you wanted?”
You whimper against him, your other hand reaching up to tug at his hair. “I want you,” you whisper, mouth meeting his again in a sloppy kiss.
Dick adjusts himself between your legs, the weight of him practically pinning you under him. You release his cock to push his pants down, your fingers slick with his pre.
“Come here,” he seizes your wrist and brings your digits into his mouth, the heat of his tongue licking your fingers clean and tasting himself on your skin while he rubs your clit, grinding the heel of his palm down with dizzying force.
“Richard— fuck— too fast—!”
“I know, just ride through it, baby,” he coos at you, kissing your hairline. His body folds over you as his hips come down, grinding his underwear clad cock right against your pussy.
He thrusts his hips back and forth, his hot, heavy cock humping you, as the thick ridge of his shaft rubs perfectly over your folds through your soaked panties.
“Shit, you’re leaking all over me…” he groans against your lips. “Prettiest pussy creaming just from this… I barely touched you…” He feels lightheaded from need.
“I’m gonna cum,” you cry, your hand finding his length again, pumping him in short tight strokes while he fucks you through your clothes and torments your pussy with his fingers. “But it feels so good. Don’t stop— ah, Richard, please.”
Suddenly, Dick thinks he’s so easy. He can’t even find shame.
You shudder hard and your back bows, a silent scream ripping from you as your orgasm crashes down, thighs shaking around his hips and tears leaking from the corner of your eyes.
He kisses you while you come down — deep, passionate and hungry like he’s in love with you, as he grinds against your sopping cunt. Your panties are so soaked they’re sticking to your skin and the tip of his clothed cock as the obscene wet sound of fabric rubbing against your creamy folds fills the dark room.
Dick’s hand slides down and he yanks your panties to the side, exposing your puffy little pussy as you jerk his cock faster. You watch him as he looks between you two, your chest heaving, and the gears turn in his head.
So much for the code.
Now he’s got his underwear pushed down and his swollen cock directly against your bare, dripping cunt, sliding up and down, coating the length of him in your frothy cream, fucking up against your palm as you press down flat on his shaft, pushing his cock flush against you.
“Fuck, honey… I can feel how hot you are,” he pants. “If I put it in right now, I’m gonna cum.” Your legs wrap tight around his waist, each bump of his tip against your bare, sensitive clit has you trembling in his arms.
“Richard—”
“I know,” his breath comes harsh, strained. Your hips are moving on their own, bucking up to meet his every hump and the sticky sounds are borderline pornographic. “I know you want me to… Tell me you want it, baby.”
“Fuck me,” you whine, your mouth reaching his neck, the harsh bob of his adam’s apple, the underside of his jaw. “Fuck me, please. Feels so good…”
“Oh fuck, fuuuck, baby— I know, I know,” but he keeps grinding harder, faster, his pelvis nearly slamming against yours. You can feel and hear the plap! plap! plap! of his heavy balls pressing against you with every roll of his hips. “I’m so close…”
You’re both breathing like your lungs are turning blue.
You stroke his cock faster, hand flying up and down his thick shaft while he humps against your bare pussy. Every thrust has him sliding through your swollen folds, leaking all over you.
“I’m gonna cum—” Dick chokes out suddenly, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fuck, it’s right there— I’m gonna cum—!”
You wrap a fist around him and aim it right at your pussy, pumping furiously and he lets out an open mouthed cry, so beautiful and almost girlish. His eyes roll back into his skull as he jerks forward, cumming hard.
Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum shoot across your pussy, dripping down your clit, painting your folds and soaking your hole.
You’re both panting, staring down between your bodies and Dick’s eyebrows pinch from the exertion, his arms wrapping around you.
He doesn’t think about the fact he’s now got two hundred dollars less to his name. Or the fact he quite literally gave you part of his government name.
“Hey,” he whispers into your neck once you’ve both stopped gasping for breath.
You hum in response.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” Dick asks, a hand stroking up and down your side.
“Sure, I really do need those gardening tips.” You nod against his skin and he smiles wide, absolutely giddy.
Well, who said he couldn’t possibly turn 1013 Parkthorne Avenue into a real home?
wally west who’d never used his superpowers in bed with anyone else.
it’s not that he hadn’t had sex before you, but it was the first time he was doing it with someone who knew about his secret identity, about his superspeed.
he’s working you up with his hand, fingers pressing on your clit when he goes “can i try something?” and once you show your agreement, he starts picking up the pace until he’s vibrating against you.
it takes you by surprise, even if he asked you first, the sensation like nothing you’ve felt before, similar to the feeling of using a vibrator, but with the added intimacy of having him doing it and the expertise in his movements, knowing exactly how to press against the little bundle of nerves to make you feel good.
it only lasts a few seconds when he suddenly stops, it’s enough to have you squirming under him and whining for more before he’s moving between your legs. he had fantasised about going down on you, but with his newly found skills it’s suddenly become a lot more exciting for both of you. he starts slow, kitten licks to your clit before he’s sealing his lips around it, rapidly sucking in and out, and the already mind numbing sensation only intensifies once his tongue starts vibrating against you.
he’s got you seeing stars and you already know that he’s forever ruined sex for you from eating you out alone because nothing could ever compare to this experience, and only wally west can give it to you.
he needs to have you coming at least once before getting to the real thing, and it’s not any better once he does. he’s fucking you out of your mind, you’re going crazy over the way his hips slap against yours, getting to a speed you’re sure no regular guy could reach once he starts getting desperate for more friction, and is his cock vibrating too?
he’s still not done once you’ve both come, he’ll go for several rounds, all thanks to the enhanced stamina his connection to the speedforce granted him. you’re on your sixth orgasm, begging him to at least let you rest for a few minutes, but his dick is still hard and he’s eager to keep going. you offer to suck him off, but he’s too set on making you feel good, getting off on your own pleasure and trying out his new abilities with you.
it was supposed to be a one time thing, but once you’re done you both know that you won’t experience something as good as what you did today again unless it’s with each other.
note! all characters are 18+ in this, suggestivity
Izuku Midoriya
definitley arms, no doubt about it.
we know izuku focuses almost all of his power in his arms, especially early in the series. it's not just the fact that his arms need to be strong to hold the power of his quirk, he also just likes looking good.
something that he's noticed is that a lot of people initially look at your arms when they're sizing you up versus the rest of your body. izuku grew up being bullied for how scrawny and noodle-like his arms were, so he made it his mission to change that.
he likes feeling strong, even now that he's a high ranking hero. he also absolutely loves the way you seem to drool over his biceps, using them as pillows almost every night when the two of you are cuddled up in bed. it's adorable to him, and part of that is his motivation.
Katsuki Bakugo
back and pecks. and god, has his work payed off.
katsuki is built like a tank, we've all seen it. his upper body area is absolutely shredded, and he spends most of his time thinking about the next chance he'll get to add more power to his body.
his quirk itself is insanely strong, so really he doesn't need all the sheer fucking beef of his jacked physique, but he couldn't imagine himself without it, so he hits the gym with kiri and denki any chance he gets.
aside from that, he loves the way you run your hands over his biceps, his chest, his shoulders. he won't admit it to anyone, but it makes him melt like nothing else. you're his weakness, and even if he won't voice it, the last thing he is is ashamed.
oh, he also frequently uses you as a barbell and bench presses you, even going as far to throw you over his shoulders when he's squatting at home. the best part is you weigh less than what he usually presses, so he doesn't really need to, he just enjoys the way you squirm and laugh when he's got his arms around you.
Shoto Todoroki
he's not a particularly proud or flashy person when it comes to his muscles or his body, but it's safe to say the thing he works most is his core.
the only reason he gives his perfect, sleek abs extra attention is because he loves the way you obsess over them. asking for extra pictures of him shirtless? done.
one way or another, your hands are always on his waist, running over the rippling muscles of his abdomen like they've been carved by the gods, and to you, they have.
he doesn't quite understand it, but he loves you more than he thought he could ever love another human being, so he makes sure to work the fuck out of his central muscles before he comes home to you where you can admire them, and probably wrap your pretty legs around his slutty waist sooner than later.
Eijirio Kirishima
everything. literally everything.
kiri doesn't miss a day in the gym. he's there early in the morning or right after work, no matter what. sometimes he alternates between different zones on different days, or sometimes he just does it all at once.it makes him feel good, strong, refreshed. the burn in his muscles helps clear his mind, and the reminder that he's growing stronger every day always boosts his spirits.
he's not obscenely buff despite all his efforts, and that's how he likes it. he's still a goddamn powerhouse, no doubt, but he doesn't want to look imposing, especially not to you.
he loves the way you look at him like he's hung the stars, the way your eyes light up and you giggle when he uses those perfectly sculpted arms to lift you with ease. kiri is one hundred percent infatuated and in love with you, and he can't help but echo that devotion in everything he does. including letting you ogle his strong body now and again.
Denki Kaminari
core and shoulders. purely because he loves the way your teeth feel sunk into his skin along with your nails scratching down his back.
denki wasn't every really too big on working his muscles to a crazy degree. sure, he did the basics, cardio, upper body, etc.. he was a hero in training, after all.
but he didn't see the need for flashy, over the top muscle like bakugo had. his quirk was cool, and he managed to pass that shitty entrance exam, so good enough!
then he met you. saw all the work you put into looking good, and he couldn't justify pursuing you if he walked around looking like a stupid idiot his whole life, so he had to fix it.
denki is really determined if it's something he wants, and within two months of messing around in the gym with kirishima and bakugo, he's already looking up. by the time he's with you, he's filled out plenty, and it was definitely the right decision
.he loves how your face looks squished between his biceps. adores how you drag your nails down his chiseled back when he's in bed with you. it's all so intoxicating that he chokes on it. he can't get enough of the half lidded look you give his well worked muscles, and that's more than perfect for him.
Shota Aizawa
arms, shoulders, back, and stamina training.
even after being married to you for years, shota can't get over how you fell writhing in his big, strong arms as he keeps you going for hours and hours until you're begging to let go.
it's delicious, his second favorite thing in the world after simply holding you close until you fall asleep safely and soundly.
he pushes himself to keep going with you until he physically can't anymore, until he's collapsing with his chest against yours and breathing into your neck so heavily.
it's a fucking miracle you two don't have about fifteen kids by now, you can't seem to keep your hands off of him.
aside from that, there's nothing he loves more than the feeling of your delicate touch dancing over his chest, his shoulders, his back. it's calming, especially after all the bullshit he has to deal with at UA.you're his safe space, and if his body and his killer stamina keep you happy, then he'll never stop.
Touya Todoroki
good god, this man is an absolute bicep maniac.
he's putting you in a chokehold from behind, a full nelson, whatever. he's so addicted to the noises you make, your begging, everything. it drives him insane.
you're not too proud to ask him for way more pictures of his arms than necessary, and he complies. he'll tease you about it later, but he actually loves it.
he'd never admit it, but he adores the gentleness you handle his scarred skin with. you're the first person to ever treat him that way, and the idea makes him feel like he could live forever in your arms and never want to leave.
he'd never say that, of course, he's got an image to uphold.you suppose he doesn't have to voice it, with the way that he holds you as your relationship goes on. in the beginning it wasn't like that, but his love for you was so strong now that he'd let the world burn to pieces if it meant you'd be happy and safe, loving him no matter how broken his body and mind may be.
oh, yeah, and seeing you stare all doe eyed as he pumps arm reps is pretty sexy, too.
i feel like I lost the plot a bit but I tried lol. I was going to do kei but I literally tried to write this three times and somehow my internet stayed buffing out so here we are
thinking about how kirishima loves the size difference between you two.
When you first started dating Kirishima, you were struck by how gentle he was despite his massive frame. At 6'3" with a hero build that's all muscle and broad shoulders, he moves with surprising care around you. He's constantly mindful of his strength, always opening doors for you, helping you reach high shelves, and making sure he doesn't accidentally knock you over when he turns too quickly.
In public, he's the perfect gentleman – protective but not possessive, strong but gentle. He'll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close, but his touch is always careful, measured. He's the type to carry your shopping bags with one hand while holding yours with the other, his large thumb stroking the back of your hand in a way that makes you feel cherished.
But behind closed doors, that careful restraint begins to crack. You've noticed how his eyes darken when you have to stand on your toes to kiss him, how his breathing hitches when you wrap both your hands around just one of his biceps and still can't circle it completely. He loves the size difference between you, loves how small you look against his massive frame.
"Look at you," he'll murmur, backing you against the wall until you're completely caged in by his body. "So tiny compared to me. I could break you if I wanted to."
The threat is empty, but the way his voice drops an octave makes you shiver anyway. His hands, which are usually so careful, become rougher – gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, lifting you as if you weigh nothing, positioning you exactly how he wants you.
He loves manhandling you in bed, throwing you over his shoulder like you're nothing, pinning your wrists above your head with just one of his hands while the other explores every inch of your body. The contrast between his usual gentlemanly behavior and this rough dominance in the bedroom is intoxicating.
"You like this, don't you?" he'll growl against your ear, his hardening cock pressing against your stomach through his pants. "Like how I can just... take what I want from you."
And god, you do. You love how easily he can overpower you, how his strength is both terrifying and thrilling. When he finally enters you, the stretch is almost too much – he's so big everywhere, and you're so small in comparison. He knows this, of course, and takes a sick pleasure in watching you struggle to accommodate him.
"Almost too much for you to handle?" he'll tease, slowing his movements just to watch you squirm. "But you'll take it, won't you? Good girls always take what their heroes give them."
The degradation is part of the thrill for him - calling you his "little plaything," his "pretty doll," anything that emphasizes the stark difference in your sizes. And when he's finally pounding into you, his massive body covering yours completely, you feel completely and utterly owned by him in the best way possible.
Afterwards, though, he's back to being your gentle giant – cleaning you up carefully, holding you close but not too tight, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. It's that dichotomy that keeps you coming back for more – the hero who's both your protector and your most thrilling danger.
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synopsis: just a collection of scenarios about beefy!bakugo
a/n 💬: salutations & thanks for the sparkles ml ^^ YES, we do love a beefy man <333
beefy!bakugo who lets you “spot” him at the gym even though he absolutely does not need the help. you stand way too close behind him, admiring while he benches, hands hovering near the bar like you’re actually doing something useful, but really you’re just staring at the way his chest tightens every time he pushes up. your fingers brush under his pecs “accidentally” and he grunts, jaw tightening. “focus,” he warns. “i am,” you reply, very obviously not. when he racks the weight, he sits up and looks at you dead in the eye. “you’re supposed to help if i struggle.” you tilt your head innocently. “you’ve never struggled a day in your life.” he smirks and says, “damn right.” flexing anyway.
beefy!bakugo who manhandles you in the most casual, unfair way possible. you’ll be mid-argument about something stupid and try to storm off, only for him to grab you by the waist and lift you clean off the ground as if you weigh absolutely nothing. “katsuki— put me down.” “nah.” he throws you over his shoulder with one arm locked around the back of your thighs, smacks your leg once when you squirm, then sets you down on the counter instead of the floor. his hands stay on your hips longer than necessary and you hate that you get easily turned on every time he does it. most of the time, you start half the fights just to see if he’ll do it again.
beefy!bakugo who lets you gnaw on his biceps because he knows you can’t act normal about them. after workouts, when his tank top clings to everything and his arms look even bigger, you climb into his lap and grab his arm with both hands. you squeeze, you press your cheek to it, you drag your fingers along the vein running down his forearm as if you’re tracing art. “wouldya stop lookin’ at it like that,” he mutters. “like whaaat?” you ask, already leaning down to press your mouth to his bicep. your teeth graze just enough to make him tense. he hisses softly. “what the hell—” “so yummy,” you mumble against him. he groans and flexes on purpose and you actually moan. you’re not subtle, at all.
beefy!bakugo who pins you during play fights and absolutely knows what he’s doing. it starts stupid— you shove him, he shoves back— and suddenly you’re on the couch with your wrists trapped above your head in one hand as you’re yelling “i hate you.”his forearm flexes beside your face, veins visible, barely any effort used to keep you still. “say it again,” he dares. you squirm, not very convincingly. he leans closer, weight settling between your thighs just enough to make your breath stutter. “thought so, you’re weak.” he mutters when you go quiet finally.
beefy!bakugo who pretends he’s annoyed by how obsessed you are with his frame, but secretly lives for it. every time you sit on his lap just to feel how solid he is, every time you randomly grab his arm in public and squeeze, every time you whisper “you’re sooo strong.” he rolls his eyes and calls you a freak, telling you to act normal. but his chest puffs up anyway, his arms flex every single time, and when you stare at him like he’s your favorite meal with a soft smile on your face? he just finds himself smirking.
beefy!bakugo who loves mating pressing with you. he pins you beneath him, his muscular, beefy body heavy against you, pressing you deep into the mattress. you push against his shoulders, testing his strength, nails dragging over muscle as you moan, but he doesn't budge. not even a bit. "you're not movin' me," he states matter of factly, lowering his weight further until the air leaves your lungs in a shaky breath. one thick arm snakes around your back, locking you flush against him, while the other circles your neck loosely, his bicep brushing your cheek in a lazy mock chokehold. "tap out," he murmurs roughly in your ear as he grunts. but you don't, instead, your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, begging for more of him, his weight as he keeps you exactly where he wants you. “fuck, no—“ you choke out and he grins, feeling every little movement you make. the shifts, the involuntary tilts of your tiny hips as he rocks against you, grinding his hard dick along your sensitive folds. his grip tightens, reminding you who's stronger as you shamelessly squirm for more beneath him. "ah-ah, nowhere to go, stay still.” he says quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. and the way your legs wrap around him, clinging to him like you'd lose your mind if he decided to pull out at any moment? yeah, he knows exactly what he's doing. knows how to make you feel small, helpless, at his mercy— and fuck, it's so hot.
☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ pairing: k. bakugo, e. kirishima, m. izuku, d. kaminari
☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ content warning: p in v, fingering, grinding on abs 'n thighs
IZUKU
the stuccoed, abrasive texture of the wall was like the nastiest of aches against your bare flesh. raw, deep marks engraving over your spine, making your back arch - impossibly closer into izuku’s burly abdomen.
“fuuck,” your fingernails crawled over his back. clawing and scratching the already scarred flesh of his body. “you still lookin’ baby?” he asked, his face engraved in the crook of your neck - sucking and biting your glistening skin into his hatched mouth.
you nodded. your eyes heavy - your pupils blown, dangerously out of proportion, as they hovered over to mirror. the sculpted muscles of his back darted alive beneath his scars. his spine dancing, moving at the relentless rhythm of his shameless thrusts.
“yeah?” his hips stuttered against yours - his pace uncertain, sloppy, desperate. “mh, good. good fuckin’ girl” his scarred, slander fingers curved against the plush, smooth flesh of your ass. groping and squeezing your skin, pushing and guiding your lower body to fuck back into his. “shit — you love seeing my striped, marked back move — fuck, oh fuuck baby — for you, right?”
again, you nodded - unable to speak, unable to think. his cock slipped deeper inside your gummy walls. bathing and heavily twitching surrounded by the murderous tightness of your pussy. “yeah? then say it,” his teeth sinked into the plump skin of your cheek, leading your face to his. “fuckin’ say it back to me. c’mon baby, please”
KATSUKI
his thigh flexed beneath you - his muscles hardening in between your tights. his hands steadily plastered against the small of your back, guiding you up and down his leg. “fuckin’ nasty baby,” he smiled, smacking your ass - forcefully leaving his handprint behind. “jus’ look at ya, drippin’ all over me like that”
katsuki heavily inhaled. the air burning, scratching his lungs. he watched as your ass moved onto him, grinding and almost primally humping his leg. “fuuck, keep goin’”
your hands clasped around his big knee, holding on for dear life as your pussy glided over his clothed thigh. “look at the mess you’re makin’ — holy shit, fuck baby — such a slutty lil’ girl for my muscles, yeah?”
his expensive trouser wrinkled against your lips. making your breathing harshly falters in your lungs, as your throat closed up. your head flew in the back. your nails clawing, diving into his textured pants. “harder baby, fuck my leg harder, c’mon. ‘m yours, fuckin’ use me, make your fantasies come true”
EIJIRO
his hands were like strict teachers against the soft flesh of your hips - guiding and commanding your lower body to move harder against him. your legs trembled above his abdomen. your pussy gushing, desperately sobbing against the hard, muscular flesh of his abs.
“ridin’ my fuckin’ muscles like that baby — holy fuck, can feel you pulse f’me” his shark like teeth sunk into his bottom lip - biting down harsh enough to lightly draw blood. “you feel me enough? yeah?”
you nodded. your nails heavy over his pecs, almost tearing his flesh open under the hefty marks of your pleasure. “yeah you do — fuck, so pretty. you’re so pretty lookin’ down at me like that”
his abs glimmer under the dim, unfocused lights. his eight-packs glistening, dripping in your feral, lust full juices. “don’t stop,” he whispered. his full lips turning, stretching into a devious, cocky grin. in a swift, sudden motion your mouth hatched - your lips parting, heavily drifting away from one another. a sinful, loud whimper slipped past your lips as you felt his abs deviously hardening. his fucking quirk. “wanna see you cum. make yourself cum, c’mon. fuck yourself faster — shit, yeah — i’ve got you angel”
DENKI
your head heavily fall in the back - your neck sweetly arched, open, against his shoulder. “no, no pretty,” he condescendingly cooed into your silky hair. “look at my fingers baby. c’mon, you were staring so hard earlier”
your eyes rolled in the back of your skull as his long, bulky digits slowly pushed in and out your quivering, pulsing cunt. his free hand slithered over to your face. his fingers soft, yet scorching hot over your skin. he squeezed your cheeks within his demanding hold, leading your head away from his shoulder. “i said look,” he rasped, as he positioned, however he pleased, your scrunched up face. “look at my hand toying with you, with that pretty pussy — holy shit, yeah?”
his rings burned - icy, cold marks, against the flamed flesh of your inner thighs. your juices coating, smearing all over his digits, making his movements easier, sloppier, louder. “ah, fuck yeah — you see?” his hips bucked against the covered flesh of your ass. desperately looking and searching for any type of contact. “in ‘n out — shiit, like that mama — so deep, keep suckin’ me in”
his palm ground against your hard, swollen clit. making your hips jolt into the air - ungracefully dancing away from his touch. “stay put, no runnin’ — please” your hungry eyes followed his every moments. watching - no, desperately lurking as his veins flickered to life beneath his skin. his wrist moved, gliding softly at his every precise, surgical touch. “keep lookin’ at me. keep lookin’ as i make you feel fuckin’ good on me”
