Hello! Here’s a little about me post for new followers/ anyone curious!
(Also yes I know my profile is enji themed I just love him so much but I don’t wanna change my username)
My ao3 is frogpiefics ! Also the name of my wattpad account. >:)
I am a trans man who wants to make more male and ftm reader fics for my favorite fandom :)
I will write fics for almost any male mha character
All of my fanfiction will be from MHA, as this is an MHA blog.
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You can request ship fics where there is no y/n or reader involved, as long as the ship is mlm.
This fic was also posted to my ao3! This is an omegaverse fic and both Kirishima and Bakugo are 23 years old.
Warnings: submissive omega bakugo, dominant alpha Kirishima, insecure Bakugo, Bakugo has a huge inferiority complex, Bakugo has a small dick, knotting, ass and slick eating, light degradation, praise, and hand jobs
Katsuki Bakugo was not your normal omega. Sure, he had some typical traits, like the desire to nest, smaller genitalia, and being the more submissive one in the bedroom, but that was really about it. He had never even had a heat before. His doctors all said that it would happen eventually, that he was just a late, /late/, bloomer, but now he was 23 and it still hadn’t happened. He was beginning to think it never will.
Alright, he’d never admit this to anyone, but he wants to go into heat so bad. All the other omegas always talk about how sweetly their partners take care of them during it and how good it feels, and it makes him fucking jealous. He’s heard all the alphas talking about how they love when their omegas go into heat and how there’s no better smell. Katsuki can’t help but feel broken because of it. Does Eijiro hate him for not having a heat? Is he jealous of other mated couples? Does he wish for Katsuki to be like other omegas?
He grumbled about these thoughts while he was washing the dishes. He had just watched a scene in his favorite television show of omegas discussing their heats, and the jealousy and self hatred hit him like a freight train. He had always been the best at everything. #1 hero, #1 mate, #1 son. But he couldn’t be the best at this because his stupid fucking body wouldn’t work right. He couldn’t be the best omega.
Fans blew on him, as the August heat had been setting in and he had been sweating all day and he didn’t want to risk accidentally setting off his quirk due to the increased sweat. He bit his lip as he washed another dish, trying to make his onslaught of horrid thoughts go away. Eijiro had said he loved him regardless of whether or not he had a heat. As a good omega, shouldn’t he trust his alpha?
Katsuki finished up the dishes and took a seat on the couch. He was tired, more than usual, today. He felt sluggish and like he didn’t want to do anything, even move. He rubbed his face and forced himself to stand again, this time so he could go to bed. He would finish the rest of the things he needed to do later. For now, he was fucking tired and needed a good nap.
He laid in bed and nuzzled into his nest, which was a pile of blankets, pillows, and Eijiro’s shirts in the corner of the bed against the walls. He pulled his favorite blanket over himself and nuzzled into the perfect scent of the nest, enough like his mate that it calmed his nerves.
Then, he got hot. Really hot. He threw the blanket off him and limply stretched out across the bed, sweat beading off his skin. What the fuck?
“Nnnggghgg….” Katsuki groaned, tugging at his clothes to help cool him down. He never, ever felt this hot, even when he was in the middle of a battle and surrounded by his explosions. “What the fuuuuckkk…”
He laid there for a few minutes, the heat feeling like it was settling into his bones and melting him alive. He needed something cool, fast, but his limbs were thousand pound stones that he couldn’t be bothered to try and move. Did he work himself too hard yesterday at the gym? No, he made sure to just do what he always did. There’s no reason he should be this tired.
Something wet and sticky began to pool between his legs. Begrudgingly, he reached down and felt something that had the consistency of cum, and was a clear, viscous fluid. “The fuck?” He groaned again.
He feels hot, and is that… slick? Is this his heat? No, no, that’s insane. Why would he get it now of all times? This can’t be his heat. It’s just- well, he doesn’t know. But it’s definitely not his heat.
Another few minutes go by. Slowly, his cock begins to stand proud in all its 4 1/2” glory. It was so hard it /hurt/, it seemed to pound and quiver and beg mercilessly to be touched, dripping and the tip already glistening with pre. Katsuki couldn’t help but let out a low whimper as he reached down to help relieve himself. Only, it didn’t feel any better. It didn’t make the aching pain in his stomach go away or his cock any closer to feeling any sort of relief.
He thought he was going to cry. What the fuck is going on? And… and why can he smell Eijiro so badly, but he’s not here? Where is he? Where is his alpha? He needs his alpha, he needs Ei.
Fat tears started to fall down Katsuki’s cheeks, dripping into his hair and the bed beside him. Trying with all his might, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, shaky fingers going to Eijiro’s contact and hitting the call button.
It rung for a few minutes, then his mate picked up. “Hey baby! Whatcha callin’ for?”
“Ei- Ei- n-need you, p-please,” Katsuki whimpered, the slick sounds of his hand jerking off his leaky cock filling the background.
Eijiro could hear the tears in Katsuki’s voice. “Baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know, so- so hot and it- it hurts! Please Ei- i n-need you, fuuuuckkk…”
“Alright. Alright. I’ll tell Tetsu to cover my patrol,” Eijiro said, “I’ll be there soon baby. I promise.”
Katsuki whimpered into the microphone and then hung up, dropping the phone onto the bed. Slick was pouring out of him by the gallons, making his ass and inside of his thighs sticky and wet. He continued to jack off his leaking cock, whimpering as it continued to feel tighter and tighter and hurt even worse, unable to be relieved by his shaky, uncoordinated hands. He tried to do to himself what Eijiro had done so many times before, but it didn’t feel right when he did it. The pain was so bad that it made him want to vomit.
If this was what heats are like, he doesn’t fucking want it. This was hell.
He nuzzled his face into his nest, breathing in Eijiro’s strong scent. It overpowered his nose, briefly calming him down. Alpha.
A few moments later, and the front door was swinging open, pounding footsteps sounding through the house as Eijiro ran to Katsuki. The scent of his alpha, stronger than ever, made Katsuki’s dick even harder and more slick start pouring out of him. As Eijiro walked into the room, Katsuki arched his back off the bed and whined for him.
“Shhh, Shh, I got you,” Eijiro whispered, climbing onto the bed and taking Katsuki’s face in his hands, still in his hero gear, “M’ here now, omega. I’m here.”
Katsuki grabbed Eijiro’s hand and used it to palm his dick, whining and bucking his hips into his touch. “P-Please- it hurts.” He was sobbing now, his face glistening with tears.
Eijiro kissed them away and wrapped his hand around Katsuki’s aching cock, slowly starting to jack him off. Katsuki released a guttural moan of pure pleasure, gripping onto the bedsheets beside him. The horrific ache in his entire body started to subside with each stroke of Eijiro’s hand, replaced by pure pleasure that made his brain fuzzy and his body numb.
“You smell so good omega,” Eijiro cooed, starting to rid himself of his clothes with only one hand, “it’s like you’re in heat.”
Katsuki nodded. “I-I think I am.” He bucked his hips back up into Eijiro’s hand, sparks of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
Eijiro smiled and climbed on top of Katsuki, kissing his face and increasing the pace of his hand. “You’re so pretty, Kats. So, so pretty when you’re this needy for me. I love you so much.”
“I love you too-“ Katsuki whined, his body starting to convulse from his upcoming orgasm.
His mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes screwing shut as he came. As his orgasm started to subside, his moans grew so loud they were practically screams. “N-Need more, Ei- please,” He begged.
Eijiro spread Katsuki’s legs and pushed them back to his shoulders, smiling down at his omega when he saw Katsuki’s pretty, pink, fluttering hole, caked in slick. He leaned down and licked a stripe up Katsuki before diving in, assaulting his hole with his tongue.
Katsuki whined and gripped onto Eijiro’s hands as he came again. Yet, he still wanted more. He wanted more and more and more and more of his mate. He wanted to be fucked senselessly until he was too dumb to even think, only capable of comprehending the pleasure filled stimulation to his cock and ass.
“Fuck,” Eijiro groaned, “You taste so fucking good baby.” He took a deep breath in, then went back into tasting Katsuki, plunging his tongue inside him and probing around.
Katsuki was cumming so much, he doesn’t think he ever stopped. His stomach was coated in thick, white liquid, more of it dripping out of his tip by the second. Fuck, fuck this was so good, this was the best he’s ever felt. Every other time he’s had with Kirishima was overshadowed by how fucking mind numbingly good he feels right now.
“Alpha, alpha,” Katsuki begged as Eijiro gripped into his hips and lifted him up off the bed, groaning as he pressed his face deeper into Katsuki’s hole.
Fuck, it was so good to have Eijiro eating him out like this, but he needs his mate’s dick, he needs that knot filling him up and breeding him, soaking him in fucking cum.
“Alpha- need you- fuckin’ knot me, please,” He begged again, grinding into Eijiro’s face.
Setting Katsuki back down on the bed, Eijiro situated himself between Katsuki’s legs and pinned his mate’s knees beside his head. “M’ here. Alpha’ll fucking breed you omega. I’m gonna fuck you so goddamn hard.”
Eijiro had truly never seen a better sight than his mate in heat. So perfectly needy for him, begging to be used and so pliant. His whimpers and whines and those big tears in his eyes made his heart skip a beat and his cock leak. And fuck- that smell. It was heavenly. He wanted to bottle it up so he could take it with him wherever he went.
Eijiro plunged his dick into Katsuki’s hole, the knot almost slipping in from how lubed up Katsuki was. Katsuki whined and wrapped his arms around Eijiro, trying to move his hips to fuck himself on his cock. Kissing Katsuki’s forehead, Eijiro started rapidly pistoning himself in and out of him, his legs slightly shaky from how good Katsuki’s insides felt.
Eijiro bit down onto Katsuki’s scent gland, reforming their mating bond, which made Katsuki moan wantonly, his cock spurting out more cum. He chanted the word “alpha” like it was a prayer, and Eijiro was his god.
“Fuck- fuck omega,” Eijiro grunted, now putting Katsuki into a mating press, “So fucking good. My little bitch in heat.”
Katsuki whined. He was a bitch in heat. He was in heat. He wasn’t a broken omega after all. He could finally please Eijiro and give his alpha what he wanted and craved. He didn’t have to be jealous of other omega’s anymore, because he finally could be the very best at this too. The happiness brought him to tears as he came yet again.
“Knot me alpha,” Katsuki begged, “Knot me, please, I-I need your cum, n-need it so bad- please.”
Groaning, Eijiro obeyed and plunged his knot into Katsuki, both of them gasping and cumming at the same time. His knot inflated inside Katsuki and locked itself in, pumping rope after rope of sticky, hot cum into his mate.
“Fuck, omega,” Eijiro groaned, lightly laughing and falling on top of Katsuki, “That was fucking amazing.”
Katsuki’s chest swelled with pride. “I did good?”
Eijiro nodded. “You were so good for me baby. The fucking best. Number one like always.”
Katsuki smiled and kissed the top of Eijiro’s head. His stomach no longer hurt, and now he just felt completely relaxed and relieved, like he had just taken a nap on the softest cloud in the world.
I know it’s a bit late, but I started working on a new fic of seroroki on Christmas break together! It’s cute and almost done, so check it out if you want to :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Warnings: spanking, biting, praise, oral, face-sitting, anal, multiple org*sms, mating press, top Baku and bottom deku, porn without plot
Word count: 1553
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Kneeling is Izuku’s favorite thing to do. More specifically, kneeling down to suck cock. He even has his own little pillow to put down on the floor so his knees don't get sore. It's not the kneeling Izuku likes the most, but it's what he does when he kneels; he worships his husband. Licks him, sucks him, kisses him, grips him, everything. Kneeling down let's him have that thick cock in his mouth while he holds onto those muscular, meaty things, Katsuki’s hands intertwined in his hair and his praises filling the room.
So, it's not a surprise that Izuku’s doing it once again.
"Ah- ah, fuck-" Katsuki groans, throwing his head back and biting his lip, "Fuckin' hell baby-"
Izuku holds back a smile as he continues his assault. He can feel muscles flexing under his fingertips, tensing and relaxing over and over again like they have a mind of their own. He gazes upwards towards Katsuki, never looking away once from his eyes. It's so hot to feel small and weak beneath his husband, like he's the one who isn't in control, and that anything and everything could happen to him.
He runs his hands over Katsuki’s thighs, then trails them up to grip his ass. For a man who doesn't normally bottom, he has such a huge ass. Izuku can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
Izuku’s face is shoved down to Katsuki’s pubic bone by huge hands, the entire length of his husbands cock inside Izuku’s throat as Katsuki comes. Katsuki groans and stutters, then takes a deep breath and releases his grip. Izuku swallows immediately.
"Fuck-" He gasps. "That was fucking great."
Izuku’s chest swells with pride. He did a good job. He pleased Katsuki. He was useful.
"Really?" He asks like he doesn't already know he did fantastically. But he wants to hear it again. Please be proud of me, he thinks.
Katsuki nods, then sits down on the floor in front of him. "Mhm. The best."
Izuku tries to hide his smile, but fails. Katsuki laughs through his nose and reaches a hand out, fluffing and stroking Izuku’s hair. "You're really good at it. You got like a sixth sense when it comes to knowing how to suck cock." He kisses him on the forehead.
Izuku giggles. "You're gonna make me blush."
"What, you didn't blush when my cock was in your mouth but now that I'm praising you, you will?"
"Kacchan!"
He laughs, then scoops Izuku up in his arms and lays him on the bed. "I love when you blush. I'll praise you all fuckin day if it gets you to do that."
It's not that hard to get a praise kink fulfilled when Katsuki is your husband. Not hard at all, actually. Katsuki will tell Izuku what a good job he's doing and how awesome and fantastic he is just for getting out of bed in the morning. After a while someone might get used to it and it wouldn't make their knees weak anymore, but not Izuku. No, after searching for Katsuki’s words of approval for so long, his praise will always make his heart race and brain blank.
Katsuki climbs on top of Izuku and kisses and sucks down the side of his face, across his jaw, down his neck, over his chest, until hickeys and bite marks are littered all across Izuku’s freckled upper torso. The little marks Katsuki makes lay claim to what's his; they let everyone know who Izuku belongs to.
Katsuki kisses Izuku’s toned stomach, until he's sucking on the skin over his hips bones and laughing when his legs twitch or he whines. "Sit on my face baby? Please?" He asks, staring up at Izuku with puppy-dog eyes.
Izuku giggles and nods. "Your obsession with my ass is concerning."
He's flipped over and pulled on top of Katsuki, then dragged up until his ass is hovering directly over his waiting mouth. "So fuckin' pretty down here though. Can't help it." He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spreads them apart, then squeezes them. "My favorite."
With an eager and skilled tongue, Katsuki slowly undoes Izuku and remakes him again, over and over and over, until the poor man is whimpering and shaking, gripping at anything he can hold on to and sobs of pleasure wreak though his body like a hurricane. Katsuki never lets up his aggression, each moan and whine spurring him on to ruin Izuku more and more, to destroy him completely. Boys like Izuku were made to be fucked so hard their minds go blank, and by God, Katsuki’s going to fulfill that.
"How you holding up Izu?” Katsuki groans, then dives right back in before Izuku can reply.
Izuku whines and grinds his freckled ass down onto Katsuki’s mouth. "M-more- Please."
Katsuki smirks and grips Izuku’s hips tighter. "Your wish is my command, baby boy."
Katsuki snakes his hand around and grips Izuku’s cock, his thumb trailing over the tip in gentle strokes, collecting all of the dribbled out pre-cum. He starts out slowly at first, gently caressing Izuku’s length, then ups his pace faster and faster until he's working at lightning speed, Izuku shaking above him. His tongue works twice as hard, exploring Izuku’s hole and kissing and sucking the rim with complete abandon.
Whining and thrashing, Izuku cums harder than he ever has before, spurting his load all over Katsuki’s stomach. Dear lord, he thinks he's seeing stars. He got lucky that his soulmate is such a master in bed.
Katsuki doesn't stop. He feels he can't stop, because Izuku’s perfect ass is in his face and all he wants is to keep it there. He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spanks them, spreads them apart, kneads them, and keeps assaulting Izuku’s hole like he needs it to live.
Izuku tries to squirm away, but Katsuki holds him down steady. Izuku doesn't think he could even move his legs right now if he tried. The overstimulation makes his stomach light up with sparks and shake, until he's cumming all over Katsuki again.
"Kacchan- Kacchan-" Izuku whines, sounding so fucked out and done yet grinding back onto Katsuki’s face, "Kacchan- fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna break!"
Katsuki chuckles beneath Izuku. That's exactly what he wants. He wants Izuku pliant and needy for him, blissed out and incapable of coherent thought.
When Izuku cums again, Katsuki decides he's had enough. For now. He lays Izuku down, quivering and eyes glassy with tears, on the bed and kisses him all over his face and down his body, until his face is level with Izuku’s cock.
"Kacchan- can't- can't go a-again," Izuku mumbles, his eyes half shut.
"Mmh, that's too bad." Katsuki spreads Izuku’s legs wide open and pins then back to his shoulders. "I was gonna fuck that ass of yours, but if you really don't want it, I guess I won't."
Izuku whines. He never passes up an opportunity to get railed into oblivion by his husband, no matter how fucked out he is. Screw Katsuki for using his weaknesses against him.
"Mmmmmmh-" Izuku whines, "y-you can..."
"Oh? But I thought you couldn't go again?"
"Please- please fuck me-"
"I don't know baby. I wouldn't want you to break, would I?"
Izuku bites his lip. He knows exactly what Katsuki’s doing. Katsuki wants to hear Izuku beg for him, tell him he needs him and that he can't possibly stop now. He wants Izuku to beg to be broken and used.
"Please- please- fuck me please," Izuku begs,"Need you- need you, please- want you to break me-"
Katsuki smiles wickedly, then slams into Izuku in one thrust. Izuku cums immediately, completely untouched.
"Aw, look how cute you are, cumming just from my cock going in. Wonder what will happen when I start fucking you into the mattress, hmm?"
Katsuki’s pace is brutal, sure to leave bruises in it's wake. Izuku relishes in it. He loves being slammed into so harshly, his prostate being abused and Katsuki’s huge balls slapping against his ass. His cock leaks like a faucet, pre-cum settling in pools over his stomach and mixing with his cum.
"You like when I- fuck- when I fuck you like this?" Katsuki grunts, his grip so tight on Izuku’s legs that it'll surely be sore later.
"Yes! Yes! F-faster please!" Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s neck and tugs their faces together. "Faster!"
Enveloping Izuku in a kiss, Katsuki quickens his already brutal pace tenfold. The insides of Izuku are so heavenly, clenching around Katsuki so beautifully and aching for him. With a groan and gently biting down onto Izuku’s lower lip, Katsuki cums inside Izuku.
Izuku cums as well, for the last time that night. His arms fall down on the bed beside him, his entire body exhausted from cumming so much.
Panting heavily, Katsuki pulls out and gazes down at his beautiful husband, practically fucked to sleep by him. He feels a strong sense of pride swell in him, from the fact he can do this to him. He never has to worry about whether or not Izuku is satisfied in bed.
If this will happen after every time I suck Kacchan’s dick, Izuku thinks, I’m going to do it a lot more often.
Come on, big guy- Bottom!Sub!Endeavor x Top!Dom!FtM!Reader NSFW
Hello everyone!! This is a NSFW fic of enji todoroki and a trans male reader!! I hope you all enjoy >:). Reader is assumed to be on T and have top surgery, and has a tdick.
Also! I posted this same fic on my ao3 but with Hawks replacing the reader (but still FtM)
Warnings: mentions of bottom surgery, porn without plot, strap ons, sub!enji, dom!reader, bondage, blindfolds, oral, praise, master kink, spanking, gags, light degradation, orgasm control
The average person wouldn’t look at Enji and think he’s a submissive. No, based off all appearances he seems to be the dom in the relationship between you two, but no one knows Enji like you do. They don’t know how sweetly he begs for you, how he relishes in being tied up and tortured for hours after a long patrol. It’s a stress reliever for him, a way he can let go of all responsibility and duties and just be your good boy.
So when Enji came home looking utterly exhausted and tense, you got the ropes and toys ready to make him come completely undone and forget all about his day.
And now, here he was, kneeling for you with a blindfold covering his pretty turquoise eyes. His arms were tied behind his back in intricate knots, and his mouth was open and waiting for you to start using it.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked, gripping onto Enji’s hair and tugging it backwards so he was looking up at you. Of course you already knew his answer, but it was nice to hear him say it.
“Yes,” He said, his voice breathy and quiet. In everyday life he was loud and violent, yet when you had him in the bedroom it was hard to get him to speak above a whisper, save for his moans.
“Good,” You replied, shoving his face towards your groin, “Then suck.”
Instantly he latched onto your tdick with his lips and tongue, sucking away. You had him trained well, as he knew exactly how to drive you completely insane with his mouth. The twirling of his tongue, the sucking, the gentle grazes of his teeth… it was hard to make yourself last very long before cumming all over his face.
You threw your head back and moaned, deep and rumbly. You pushed his face deeper into you, grinding against his mouth for more friction.
“Fuck yeah baby,” You groaned, biting your lip, “Fuuuck yeah, right there. Good boy. Gooood boy, Enji.”
His cheeks lit up red with your praise, making you lightly smile. A hardcore villain couldn’t get to him, but the minute you called him your good boy he was putty in your hands. What a fascinating and alluring man Enji Todoroki was.
Shaking, you finally came from his skilled tongue, your juices coating the bottom half of his face. You panted and released your grip on his hair.
“Clean it up,” You commanded.
He quickly started licking up and down the insides of your thighs, then lapping up the wetness left over. You shook from the overstimulation yet you didn’t stop him, because you knew that tasting you was his favorite part.
One of the best parts of Enji being so submissive for you is that he doesn’t have to be. If he truly wanted, he could easily overpower and dominate you thanks to his strong muscles and large stature. But he chose to give himself to you, to let you control him, and he kept choosing it every time. He wanted you to own him. He wanted to be weak and needy for you.
“Such a good boy f’me,” You said, petting Enji’s hair, “Doing everything master tells you to. So obedient.”
He whined into you, flustered. You then pulled his head back, your juices glistening over his face. He panted heavily, his tongue falling out of his mouth like a dog. The sight made sparks erupt in your stomach, desire shooting through you. Desire to destroy him even more.
You put your finger through the loop of his collar and tugged it up, telling him to stand. He quickly obeyed. “Get on the bed.”
You helped guide him there, then pushed him down onto his stomach and quickly got on top of him. He was a gorgeous sight from behind, with contoured and perfect back muscles, a deliciously tiny waist, and a perfect ass that would make most women jealous. The plug you had put in him earlier with a pink jeweled base shined in the light. He seemed to be made to be a bottom.
You brought your hand down on his left ass cheek, making him lightly jolt. “You want my cock?” You asked. You had a plethora of straps to choose from to fuck Enji with.
“Y-yes,” He whined, pushing his ass back against you. You brought your hand down on his ass again.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
You reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed one of the straps you had laid out, the bigger of the two. The strap was girthy and long, but you knew Enji could take it. You had trained his ass well. You quickly attached it to yourself, putting your throbbing tdick through a small hole in the base so you could fuck him and get pleasure as well.
You pulled his plug out which elicited a small whine from him, then set it on the nightstand. You grabbed a small bottle of lube and coated the strap in it, then slowly started plunging it into his hole.
“Hmm,” You said, “I wonder how pretty you’d sound if I gagged that mouth of yours.”
Enji whined back to you, but you weren’t sure if it was from your cock or the thought of being gagged. You took the latter and grabbed a ball gag you set in the nightstand and made quick work of putting it on him. Slowly, you sheathed the entire strap inside him
“You like that?” You asked, smiling because you knew Enji couldn’t reply in anything but whines and moans.
You started out slow with little thrusts, then slowly worked your way up until you were slamming into him. He twitched and cried beneath you and pushed his ass back against the strap, bucking his hips. You gripped the rope that tied his arms behind him and pulled it towards you, arching his back to help keep him still.
“You like when I fuck this ass?” You grunted out, “You like when I make you my bitch?”
Moaning into his gag, he made a noise that resembled a yes. You groaned out from the feel of the strap on your tdick, not as good as Enji’s mouth but still pleasant. You couldn’t wait to get bottom surgery so you could feel Enji from the inside.
Today was actually a light day for you two. Most days when you both wanted to get kinky, there were nipple clamps, a lot more bondage, edging for hours until you eventually let him cum and then overstimulated him, and paddles for spanking him with. But right now you just wanted to make Enji feel good and do the things you knew for certain he loved.
You brought your hand down on his ass again, then again, then again, until bright red marks adorned his cheeks. He looked so gorgeous when he had your markings on him, you thought. So pretty when he had signs of your ownership.
His moans grew louder and louder, telling you that he was about to cum. You took the gag off him and threw it to the floor. “I hope you’re not thinking you’re gonna cum without asking me first.”
“P-please,” He groaned, “Wanna cum, please.”
“Beg better and I might consider.”
“Please!” He twitched frantically beneath you, so close to the edge and trying so hard to keep himself from going over, “Master please. N-need to cum! I-I’ll be good, I promise!”
You smiled and gripped his hair with your other hand and pulled his head back. “Cum for me, baby,” You groaned, close to the edge yourself.
He moaned violently, almost screaming, as he came. You wished you could see his pretty, blissed out face instead of the back of his head, since he surely looked heavenly.
With a few more thrusts you were cumming as well, biting your lip and groaning. When both of you were down from your highs you both breathed heavily. You took the blindfold off him and undid the ropes tying his arms back. You slowly pulled out of him and took the strap off you, then set it on the nightstand next to the other one. You could tell that both of you were done for the night.
Falling onto the bed beside him, you held your arms open for Enji which he quickly accepted, resting his head on your chest and hiking his leg up over yours. He was like a big teddy bear after you played with him.
“Everything okay?” You asked, petting his hair and massaging his arm where you knew the ropes dug in, “Anything hurt?”
He hummed out a no and nuzzled his face into your chest. Your heart swelled from how cute he was.
“I love you baby,” You said, “Love you so much. You’re so pretty and sweet and you’re such a good boy for me. I love you.”
He whined into you and mumbled an “I love you” back. You kissed the top of his head and slowly, you both drifted off to sleep.
It’s… small- bottom!Tomura Shigaraki x top!Male!Reader NSFW
Hey y’all, I had a random ass idea a bit ago of comforting a boy who’s dick is small and who cums quick and makin him feel pretty, so I decided to write it out and use shiggy as my subject.
Warnings: small penis, insecurity surrounding genitals, cock worship, severe amounts of praise, body worship, virginity-loss, VERY FLUFFY, kinda ooc shiggy, cum eating, possessiveness, cumming inside
You pushed Tomura back onto the bed, a firm hand on his chest as you straddled him. He gripped the bedsheets beside him, gazing up at you with wide eyes, a bright coat of blush adorning his cheeks.
“It’s so hard to keep away from you,” You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re just so fucking cute.”
He gulped, his hand reaching up to squeeze your thigh, his gloves preventing your pants dusting off. Another hand reached up and rested on your hip while he bit his bottom lip.
“You… you want to have sex?” Tomura asked.
You laughed, “Yeah, I really do. Do you wanna?”
He nodded, but then turned his gaze away from you in embarrassment.
“Hey.” You held his face and made him look at you again. “What’s up?”
He refused to meet your gaze, his hand reaching to grab your wrist.
“Well, uh-“ He stammered, “Theres uh- something wrong?”
You furrowed your brow, what was bothering him?
“What is it? Whatever it is I’ll fix it.”
He chuckled, “You can’t- you can’t exactly fix this.”
You lifted your brow and looked down at him, silently telling him to admit what was going on.
“It’s so embarrassing, but p-please don’t hate me for it, Y/N.” He nuzzled into your hand to hide his face.
“What?” You asked, “Are you into something freaky?”
He mumbled something, screwing his eyes shut like it physically pained him to say it. You asked him to repeat himself, so he took his face out of your hand and met your gaze.
“My dick’s… small,” Tomura mumbled.
You sighed in relief, grateful it wasn’t something actually serious.
“Oh baby,” You smiled, “That doesn’t matter to me.”
He slowly opened his eyes, “Really?“ He mumbled again.
“Honey whatever size it is, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want you to feel good,” You kissed the tip of his nose and then his forehead, then started planting soft kisses all over his face, then trailing down to his jaw and then neck.
Tomura gripped onto your shirt, soft gasps and pants releasing from his throat as you kissed and sucked on his neck. You smiled as he let out a soft whine, your hand trailing down to reach up under his shirt and feel up his torso.
“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” You pulled up his shirt to take it off.
“M’ not that pretty.”
“You are baby, you really are.”
You threw his shirt across the room, then ran your hands across his chest and down his sides, gripping onto his waist.
“Perfectly gorgeous body…” You muttered, your hands caressing his sides, “Perfectly beautiful face…” You gently gripped his chin and made him look at you, “Adorable eyes…”
“And I’m betting you have the cutest cock too.” Your hands trailed back down and played with the waistband of his black jeans.
“Stop…” He mumbled, his face fire red.
You chuckled and undid the button of his pants and the zipper, inching them slowly off his body. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers; it was definitely smaller than average, but it was perfect all the same.
You threw his pants across the room, your hands going back to gripping the tops of his thighs. You sat there for a minute and admired his body. The light blue hair that adorned his stomach and disappeared into his underwear, the soft outlines of his abs and the perfect V that lead to his cock. His small and grippable waist… his thin but beautiful thighs…
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Tomu…” You muttered.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach, smiling when he shivered. You slowly began to pepper kisses all over his torso, sometimes leaving soft love bites behind. You made your way up to his chest, tugging off his shirt the rest of the way and attaching your mouth to one of his bright pink nipples.
Tomura threw his head back and whined, one of his hands gripping your hair. He was so sensitive, every little touch from you bringing him closer and closer to the edge without even needing to touch his cock.
When you nipped gently on the bright pink bud he moaned loudly, his back arching. You smiled and reached up to his face, capturing him in a kiss. Tomura whined into it, both of his hands cupping the sides of your face to hold you close to him.
“P-please,” His hips bucked up to try and get friction to his cock.
You leaned back and tore his boxers off, his dick springing free and standing proud. A good 4 and a half inches, it probably was. You couldn’t understand why he was so insecure, because he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. A perfectly round, bright pink and leaking tip, a smooth shaft with thin pink and purple veins trailing throughout it, perfectly small and cuppable balls that you wanted to shove your face in and just fucking worship… he was perfect. Quite literally, he was the perfect fucking man for you.
“Oh Tomu,” You sighed, your left hand trailing achingly slow down his stomach to reach his cock, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
Tomura hissed when your hand wrapped around him, most of his shaft able to fit in your grip. You slowly pumped him, his copious amounts of pre smearing all over your hand. He squirmed from your touch, legs shaking and twitching to try and ground himself, lost in how much pleasure he was in.
“I’ve never seen anything prettier…” You mumbled, your head dipping down to kiss the tip of his cock.
Tomura gasped, his back arching and hands reaching to grip the bedsheets. His eyes were so wide, mouth agape but making no noise. The amount of sensitivity he possessed made you chuckle. You were definitely going to have fun with that.
“I can’t believe you’re actually insecure about yourself Tomu.” You straddled him again, resting on his thighs so you still had perfect access to his cock. “And I also can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like this perfect cock either.”
Tomura just whined, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes.
You gently wrapped your hands around his shaft, not moving yet so he could adjust to the newfound sensation. It was painfully obvious he had never been touched in this way before.
“I’m- ‘m gonna cum so quick.” Tomura covered his face with his hands, but you swore you could see his blush poking through still.
“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “I think it’s hot.”
For the longest time, you never understood the distate of people’s partners cumming quick. Didn’t that mean you were doing something right? Sure if they didn’t reciprocate it could be rude, but if they did, what was the problem? You slowly started to stroke him, not needing to move your hand very far to work it up and down. His sticky pre slathered all over your hands, making it easier to glide it across him.
Tomura’s back arched, his hips and legs twitching from underneath you.
“Too much!” He threw his head back and gripped onto the blankets.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach. “If this is too much for you, you’re in for a wild ride tonight, Tomu.”
He panted and gasped heavily, his cock twitching in your hands and leaking more and more fluid by the second. You knew that some virgins could be sensitive, but you never expected it to be this bad. You almost felt bad for him; it had to be so overwhelming.
“Y/n.” His name sounded like heaven on his lips; a prayer. “S-so close…”
“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “Cum for me.”
Tomura spurted the biggest load you had ever seen all over his stomach . He gasped and panted heavily when he stopped, small tremors and twitches racking his body. His eyes were dazed, almost seeming to comically swirl with stupidity.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then one to his soft lips. “You did so good for me Tomu. I’m so proud of you.”
He hummed to let you know he heard you, but he couldn’t answer. He was stuck in a cloud of relief. You softly caressed his face and peppered him with kisses, wanting to make him welcome back to the world a warm one.
When he regained his senses, he reached and wrapped his arms around your neck, tugging you down on top of him.
“So good…” He mumbled into your neck, “Wanna do it again.”
You gently sucked on his neck, leaving a small red love bite. “You wanna take my cock this time?”
He nodded, muttering a small please afterwards. You left another love bite, then sat back up and grabbed Tomura by the backs of his knees, pushing his legs up to his shoulders to completely expose his lower half.
His perfect little hole was staring up at you. You swore you had dreamed of it in your fantasies before.
“So pretty.” You trailed your hand down and gripped his asscheek, watching as his skin squished around your hand.
Reaching over to the nightstand drawer, you fumbled around for a small bottle of lube. You were gentle, softly dabbing some around his rim, a soft smile appearing on your face when Tomura jolted from the cold liquid and whined.
You poured a generous amount on your fingers, readying your index to sink inside of him, when Tomura reached down and gripped your forearm, telling you to stop.
“I- I’m scared.” There were small tears in the corners of his big eyes that stared up at you, completely laced with fear.
You stopped your movements and held his face with your dry hand. “Shhh baby.” You softly kissed him again. “I promise I’ll try my best to make it not hurt. You’ll feel so good Tomu, I promise.”
He thought for a moment. “I trust you,” He muttered, releasing his grip on your arm. “But be gentle, please.”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you baby,” You muttered back.
You teased his pink rim with your index finger, watching as Tomura bit his lip from the feeling. Slowly, you pushed it it, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You stilled your hand for a moment, although it as a small stretch, you still felt the need to let him adjust to stifle any fears of his.
Gently, you began to wiggle your finger inside of him, feeling his hot walls around you. He was so smooth and wet inside, your cock twitched just thinking about being buried in it.
You pressed upwards, making Tomura jolt and whine loudly, then slam his hands over his mouth in embarrassment.
“What was that?!” He asked, panting.
You pressed upwards again, smiling when he yet again jolted. “That’s your prostate baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
He ground his hips back against your finger. “Do it again, do it again.”
You slowly added another finger in, this time your middle, and gave him even more than than you did initially to adjust. When he was fine with you moving, you pressed into his prostate again, slowly massaging the sweet spot inside him.
Tomura whined and twitched beneath you, his hands shooting up to grip onto your neck and hair to help ground himself into reality; the pleasure was too much, he was going to pass out.
You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I told you it’d feel good honey.”
“So good,” He agreed.
Slowly, you added your ring finger into the mix. Tomura’s breath hitched in pain and he bit his lip to keep from crying out,
“Shh,” You consoled, “It won’t hurt much longer, I promise.”
He slowly took some deep breaths, screwing his eyes shut to focus on coping with the pain and the burn that was enveloping his hole at the moment.
After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes and ground back onto your fingers. “Y-you can move now.”
You ever so slowly pumped your fingers in and out of him, spreading then out when you were fully sheathed in him to help stretch him. He winced the first few times, but soon his moans of pain were replaced with whines and whimpers of pure ecstasy.
Each time your fingers were completely inside him and you stretched them out, you pushed up at the same time, giving just the right amount of pressure to his prostate that made Tomura’s eyes roll back into his head and his hips buck, breathy moans releasing from his perfect lips.
You quickened your pace, slowly watching as Tomura unraveled beneath you and fully gave in to the new sensations and feelings he was experiencing. You could probably say his name and not even gain his attention right now; he was so lost in how deliciously you toyed with him.
Peering down, you nearly came untouched at the sight of his tight hole wrapped around your fingers, clenched around you and sucking you in, trying not to let you escape. He looked so hungry for you, aching for any pleasure you could offer him.
His breathy moans turned into cries, and then before you knew it he had come again, without you even needing to touch his cock. His dick twitched and flexed against his stomach, releasing a new load and joining the old one. You leaned your head down and slowly began to lap up his liquids, moaning slightly at how good they managed to taste.
Tomura was slow to come back to his senses again, but once more you greeted him back into the world with a soft kiss on his lips and your hand cupping his face.
“You’re so good at this, y/n.” He smiled. “I just wanna go again and again and again…”
You smiled back. “I got all night baby. You think you’re ready to take my cock now?”
Tomura nodded excitedly, back arching to try and push your fingers deeper. “Please.”
You peeled your fingers out from inside him, although he wasn’t happy at the emptiness he now felt. You freed yourself from the restraints of your clothes, your cock springing up to slap against your stomach when it was finally free.
Tomura stared down at you and gulped, his pupils seeming to turn into hearts.
“You like my cock baby?” You laughed.
He nodded quickly. “Need it inside. Now.”
You were quick to pour some lube onto yourself, and more onto Tomura’s hole. You aimed yourself up with him, and slowly pushed only the tip in.
You positioned yourself to lean over top of him now, on your hands and knees. You gripped his hands tightly and pinned them to the bed besides his head as he wrapped his legs around your waist.
“I love you honey,” You whispered, connecting your lips together.
When you disconnected, Tomura panted slightly and smiled. “I love you too.”
You slowly pushed yourself inside, watching his face for any slight indications of pain. Each time you saw him bite his lip or wince, you stopped completely, even if it was difficult to resist just slamming inside and completely ravaging him. Eventually you were fully sheathed, panting from how heavenly his walls felt.
“Tell me when I can move honey.” You said, softly kissing his neck. You were practically laying on top of him you were so close.
Tomura panted heavy for a minute or so, his eyes screwed shut while he focused on his breathing. When he stopped, he buried his face in your neck and mumbled for you to move.
You started out slow, lowly groaning when you finally started to truly feel how good he felt, his walls clenching around you so tightly. It truly was heaven.
Tomura gasped each time you hit his prostate, squeezing your hands harder and harder. You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, planting kisses across his face. You had the primal urge to shower him in affection. Quickly, he had his arms wrapped around your neck completely, not even allowing you to raise your head from his shoulder.
“Y/N, Y/N-“ He cried, his back arching as you ravaged him.
“You’re doing so good for me,” You said, “Such a good boy, Tomu. Such a good boy f’me.”
You were going to be quick to cum as well. At first you had no idea how Tomura had managed to cum so much and still want to go again, but now you felt you couldn’t go a second without his velvety walls wrapped around you. You’d always want him no matter how many orgasms you had had.
“F-fuck me harder, Y/N, please!” Tomura cried, biting down on your shoulder to stabilize himself.
You obeyed, snapping your hips against his at a brutal pace that made your thighs burn.
“You’re so f’kin pretty Tomu.” You kissed his neck, sucking and biting and leaving marks in your wake. “So f’king gorgeous. All mine. You’re all mine, okay? My good boy.”
He nodded. “All yours. Y-your pretty boy.”
It warmed your heart to hear Tomura call himself pretty, when just before he had been so insecure about himself that he almost didn’t want you to see. You had a feeling that in the future when he felt insecure, all you’d have to do was fuck him to make those thoughts go away.
You smiled. “My f’kin pretty boy, Tomu. You’re doing so good for me.”
He began twitching beneath you, scratching your back up and gripping onto you even tighter. Only a few seconds later, he came, spurting all over his and your chest. You were quick to follow, your hot seed painting his insides white.
You both laid there and breathed for a few moments, you wincing occasionally at the overstimulation from his hole clenching around you. His grip on you lessened, until his limbs fell beside him on the bed, utterly exhausted.
You smiled and kissed him, then slowly pulled yourself out so you could go grab a towel to clean him up.
Y/n has a fat ass in this because I wanted to write fatgum worshipping it :). Reader has a penis and is referred to as a boy. Also, readers kinda shy?
Warnings: soft dom fat gum, twerking, anal, spanking, ass eating, butt plugs, cumming inside
“Come on pretty boy,” Fatgum said softly, gripping your hips as you stood in front of him, “Can you shake your ass for me?”
You gently grabbed your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your bare lower half to your boyfriend. You heard him let out a soft groan as the sight of you, making you blush and butterflies erupt in your tummy. You were glad you weren’t facing him, it’d be terribly embarrassing for him to see just how red your face was.
You began to slowly swing your hips front and back; side to side. You could feel your ass and thighs jiggle back and forth with every movement, and you silently prayed it was sexy enough for Fatgum.
His grip on your hips was light, but you knew in an instant he could grip you hard enough to throw you over his shoulder and onto the bed, not even needing ten seconds to do so. You kept swinging your hips back and forth, bending down slightly to shove your ass towards his face.
He groaned again, tightening his grip on your hips, making your face flush even more. Little sparks of excitement erupted in your stomach, flourishing throughout your entire body.
“Is.. is it good?” You stopped your movements for a second, putting your clenched fists up to your face to cover yourself.
“Fuck…” Fat Gum groaned, “It’s more than perfect baby.”
You let out an embarrassed giggle, soft and barely audible. You kept smiling as you continued wiggling your ass back and forth and up and down, growing bolder with your teasing. You were practically grinding on him now, and every few seconds the top of your thigh would brush against his aching cock in his pants.
Fat Gum gripped your waist, long and thick fingers resting over your stomach and almost touching each other. There was no way you’d be able to move away from him now, not with his grip as firm as it was.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” He whispered, one of his hands trailing down across your ass cheeks and gripping them harshly.
Every time he touched your ass your stomach erupted in butterflies, your knees growing weak and unsteady. You felt your growing hard on get bigger and bigger, pushing up against the fabric of your shirt that covered it. It ached, begging to be touched already from how excited and turned on you were from presenting yourself to him. All you wanted was his perfect dick buried deep within your guts. He could do it too, that man had a monster in between his legs.
“Are you enjoying your show?” You asked, your voice barely audible as it would start cracking if you got any louder.
“I’m enjoying this very…” Fatgum answered, both of his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, “much.” He gave you a light smack on your left cheek, making you jolt.
He noticed your reaction, letting out a deep chuckle, “Did you like that?” He asked.
“N-no,” You lied, having to remind yourself to breathe.
“Don’t lie to me,” Fat Gum said, smacking your right cheek this time, “I want an honest answer.”
Your breath hitched, and suddenly the room felt as scorchingly hot as a desert that hadn’t had a drop of rain in centuries.
“Mm…” You whined, “I- I liked it…”
“Good boy,” He gently trailed his hands back up to your waist, gripping tighter this time but now by much.
You gave him a teasing wiggle, eliciting a quiet laugh from him. You could hear the smile etched onto his face.
“I could stare at this ass all day,” Fat Gum whispered, “It’s so perfect. I couldn’t live without it.”
You giggled again, this time grabbing your shirt and hiking it up to cover your mouth. You weren’t sure why, it’s not like he could see your face anyways. Your cock ached as it felt fresh air, twitching and leaking a glistening trail of precum that fell down to the floor.
“Maybe you’d like to try some toys before I bend you over, hm?” He gripped your cheeks again, spreading them apart to look at your hole.
You nodded, too embarrassed for words.
“Use your words, love,” He whispered.
“Y-yes, I’d like that,” You choked out.
“There you go,” He praised, pulling you towards him and pressing a light kiss to your mid back.
You heard him shuffle through your guys’ nightstand, probably looking for the newest addition to your collection.
You heard him open a bottle of lube, and listened to the noise of him squirting it over his fingers and making sure they were evenly coated. You braced yourself for when the cold liquid would hit your burning hole.
You jolted when you felt him slowly push one finger inside, the foreign object feeling good but strange at the same time. It wasn’t until he pumped it in and out a few times and curled his fingers in the right spot that you were reminded once again why you liked anal so much.
“You’re getting so worked up from just one finger,” Fatgum laughed, commenting on your labored breathing and occasional whines, “You really want me that bad, huh?”
“I- ah- always want you,” You breathed out, throwing your head back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” He smirked, adding another finger.
He scissored you now, working open your tight ring of muscle. You pushed back into him, clenching your fists again and again when he brushed past that special spot inside you that made your knees weak. It’s like there was a supernova of stars erupting in you, overloading your most sensitive spots and making you feel so good you could’ve sworn you saw an entire galaxy when you screwed your eyes shut.
“Fuuuck, Tai- mmmnm,” You moaned, desperately rutting into his fingers, aching for them to be deeper inside.
“I know baby, feels so good doesn’t it?” He slowly removed his fingers from your walls.
You whined from the loss of being filled, but soon a tear drop shaped object was pressing against your hole, slowly making its way inside. You took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles so the plug could fill you up.
“There you go, your ass just swallowed that up didn’t it?” Fatgum joked, smacking your left cheek when the plug was fully inserted.
Your insides ached for stimulation, but since the plug didn’t move, you wouldn’t be granted your body’s wish.
You felt Fat Gum press on the base of the toy, and the sound of the click of a button filled the room before sharp vibrations cascaded their way inside you.
“Ah!” You almost toppled over at the shock, Fatgum’s hands on your waist steadying you again.
You took a deep breath in, biting your lip and covering your mouth with both of your hands to keep your noises inside. You leaned over slightly, shaking your ass again. It was hard, your legs were unstable and rickety, and threatened to collapse underneath you every time a new wave of pleasure wrecked through your body.
Fatgum decided he’d had enough of just watching you, and instead pulled you down onto his lap, gripping your waist and grinding you against his throbbing cock. You held onto his knees for balance, your moans escaping your mouth and filling the room.
“You were such a tease today, it was so hard not to lock us in my office and bend you over my desk, baby,” He huskily whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
Earlier you had strutted into his office when he was on his lunch break, sporting a tank top and tight jean shorts that left little into the imagination. You had strolled around and said hi to all of his coworkers, swaying your hips side to side as Fatgum trailed behind you. You were there to give him his lunch, but you wanted to see if you could get him to cave and take you in his office. He hadn’t, but he had cornered you and said you had something much better in store for later.
You always had so much confidence when you were teasing him and toying around, but the minute you got what you wanted you turned into a weak, stuttering, bright-red mess. You turned to putty in his hands, allowing him to do virtually anything he liked with you.
“Mnm,” You groaned out, the tip of the plug teasing your prostate, “I just- mnnnmmm- wanted you so bad, Tai.”
“Oh, I know honey,” Fat Gum cooed, “Just can’t get enough of me, can you? Gotta always be ready and waiting f’me.”
You whined, resisting his grip on your waist and turning around, straddling his lap while you held the sides of his face in your hands.
“You look so pretty,” He whispered, his eyes glazy and droopy, beads of sweat pooling on his face. He might tease you for getting worked up, but he was never any better.
He was in his midsize form, not as large as he was when he did hero work, but he was still substantially taller and bigger than you. His soft, blonde hair was stuck to his forehead, his yellow eyes seeming to glow with lust. You gripped his muscular shoulder and ground your uncovered dick into his clothed one, shutting your eyes. Eye contact worked you up far too much, you liked to save it for the big finale when he was on top of you.
“Mnm… love you,” You groaned, burying your face in his neck while you increased the speed of your thrusts. It was hard to keep your lower half moving with his strong the plug was, but you managed. Your dick was on fire, not being satisfied from the weak stimulation of humping against him.
“I love you too baby,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his large hands trailing up your shirt and feeling up your torso and chest.
“P-Please get in me, Tai…” You begged, pressing your body so close to his you could form into one.
“Gladly.”
He laid you on your stomach, your face pressing gently into the pillows. You slightly raised your ass in the air, spreading open your legs as far as they could go.
“Good boy,” He chuckled, “I don’t even have to tell you to spread your legs for you to do it. So obedient.”
He gripped the exterior of the plug, gently pulling it out without turning off the vibrations. When it was out, he trailed it down to caress over your taint, and then your balls, making you shiver from the satisfaction of being touched.
You humped the bed, unable to resist trying to chase your high.
“Please…” You begged again.
Fat Gum didn’t say anything, but he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them apart again, spitting onto your hole. You jolted, eyes wide in shock when you felt his thick tongue begin to tease your rim.
He always took his time with foreplay, making sure to make you fall apart in his hands and reach peak sensitivity before he’d even consider plunging his cock inside you. You hated the teasing, but you also loved just how mind numbingly pleasurable it was.
You pushed back on his tongue, silently begging him to push it inside you and work you open for him. He obliged, the wet muscle invading your even wetter walls.
“Mmm… fuck…” You whined, shoving your face in the pillow and throwing your arms over your head.
Fat Gum gave you a sharp spank to your right cheek, then harshly gripped it and squeezed. You threw your head back, the sensation of being spanked while his tongue pleased all of your most sensitive spots almost bringing you to the edge.
There was stars. They were shooting and erupting in your core, making your mind go blank and vision fuzzy. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened earlier that day, maybe even your name. All words in any language had been evicted from your brain. All you could think about was the insane amount of pleasure to your lower half.
Just when you thought you were going to bust, Fat Gum pulled away and spanked you again, this time both of his hands landing on both of your cheeks.
“Mmmmmnm…”
“Shhh, I know baby,” He cooed, “You’ll get to cum soon.”
Fat Gum rested one hand on your waist, using the other to line his dick up to your hole. You pushed back against him when you felt the head touch you, his familiar heat feeling like home.
He pushed into you slowly, not wanting to go too fast and harm you. He trailed his fingers along your back and waist, attempting to soothe you while your hole burned with the stretch of trying to fit all of him inside you. You whined with each millimeter that entered, your legs shaking and numb.
“It’s all in now baby,” He said, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You tilted your head back and to the side, giving you access to smash your lips together while one of your hands cupped his cheek. Even after being together so many times, you never got bored of the way his mouth felt against yours. It was hot, messy but gentle, and filled with the desire to please each other.
“Please be gentle,” You murmured, the stinging in your ass starting to subside.
“I didn’t think of doing anything else,” He promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Fat Gum waits a moment longer before he slowly rocks his hips forward and backward. Slowly, gently working you open and building up his pace little by little. He gripped your ass cheeks, gently kneading the flesh and spreading them apart so he could watch his length disappear inside you with every thrust.
He was hard to take, even with preparation. You bit your lip to hold back pained whines as little tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Gripping the bedsheets, you focused on your breathing until the pain subsided. After only a few moments, it stopped hurting and all you felt was white-hot pleasure coursing through your whole body.
“Oh Fuck- fuck!” You moaned, pushing back against Fat Gum, “Fuck me, please!”
He laughed behind you and increased his pace, his hips slapping against you loudly. He loved when you begged for him like this, pliant and needy and wanting him terribly.
Each thrust hit your prostate, making your legs shake. It felt so good to come so undone underneath Fat Gum, completely at his mercy. Your cock throbbed against the bed and you could feel the pool of precum collected beneath your stomach, sure to be a hassle to clean up later, but you weren’t focused on that now. All you could think about was that monster thrusting inside you and making your insides feel like heaven.
“Tai- Tai- Tai-“ You said his name like it was a prayer.
“You feel good baby boy?” You could hear his smirk in his voice.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
Without seeming possible, he increased his pace, sure to leave bruises on you from how hard he was slamming against you. It made your eyes roll back into your head, your mind going fuzzy and numb.
You felt the orgasm building, the right rope in your core stretching tighter and tighter, threatening to snap with each thrust.
“Gonna- gonna cum- Tai-“ You whined, your voice weak and dripping with need.
“Cum for me baby,” Fat Gum whispered in your ear, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”
With his permission, you came so hard you thought you blacked out for a few seconds. Your body shook and you’re sure you screamed out but you couldn’t really hear yourself, all you could focus on was his cock inside you and how fucking amazing it felt.
Fat Gum came only a few seconds later, the white hot liquid spewing deep inside you. He slowly released himself from you, climbing off the bed to grab a towel to clean you off. Sleepily, you let him, your eyes barely open and quickly losing consciousness. He quite literally fucked you to sleep.
After he finished cleaned you off, he laid a towel beneath you for when inevitably his cum leaked out of you during the night. He laid down beside you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you on the top of your head.
“I love you so much baby,” He said “Did so good for me. So proud.”
I’m always cold, so this is a bit self indulgent lol. Gender neutral reader!!
Warnings:
Izuku Midoriya
If his hand ever brushes up against yours and it’s freezing, he’ll grab your hands to heat them up and will hold you close
Does a bunch of research on why you might always be cold and ways to help keep you warm
Loves to walk into your room and see you laying under 15 blankets, he thinks it’s so cute and you look so cuddly
Will gladly hug you or cuddle you to help warm you up
Always remembers to make sure you take a jacket whenever you guys go anywhere, even if it is the middle of summer. He’s always prepared
If you’re also in the hero course, he’ll come up with ways to incorporate a heating device into your hero costume so you don’t freeze while on the job
Eijiro Kirishima
Bear hugs ALL THE TIME
You cannot get this man off of you
“It wouldn’t be manly for me to leave you to suffer and be cold!! Baby lemme warm you up!!”
You’ll cuddle him by shoving yourself inside his hoodie and laying on top of him
Always has an arm around you in public 
Buys you a bunch of hoodies that are oversized and super cuddly to help keep you warm (and he thinks that it’s adorable)
Katsuki Bakugo
Acts like you being cold is an inconvenience but really it gives him an excuse to cuddle you and hold you without admitting he actually wants to hold you
Always keeps a jacket for you on him at all times
Whenever you shiver he’ll set little explosions off on you to help warm you up
Whenever your hands are cold he’ll grab em and warm em up for you
He’s probably always very hot, so you both even each other out to create a nice neutral temp when you cuddle
Shoto Todoroki
Always keeps you on his left side. If you try and move over to his right he will simply not let you
You’ll cuddle up to his left side and feel so toasty and warm, it helps him start to appreciate his fire quirk too :)
Will gladly give you his jacket if it means you won’t be cold
Offers to buy you the best insulated jackets and heaters and anything to help keep you warm
He sometimes uses you to cool off
Denki Kaminari
He buys you an electric blanket that generates heat and powers it up himself
He’s already a pretty touchy guy, but whenever he finds out how could you always are he has an excuse to be hanging off you way more often.
Likes to hold ur cold hands when his brain is fried cause it helps him ground himself
he calls u his il’ icebox
Hanta Sero
This man loves it so much cause it gives him an excuse to constantly be cuddling you
“My love…. Ur so cold… let me warm you up please?”
Only lightly teases you
He will scream if you touch him with ur cold feet in bed
He loves cuddle dates with you <3
Fumikage Tokoyami
Dark shadow always cuddles up to you to try and keep you warm, even when Tokoyami tells them otherwise
He will give you his hoodies allllll the time
Writes poetry abt it probably
Hitoshi Shinso
“Dang, you’re so cold. Mind if I warm you up?”
Always holding your hand
He hates when you touch him with cold feet or hands but he never tells you to stop cause you think it’s hilarious
blanket fort for sleeping. He will cuddle you and not let you go even when ur not tired.
Tenya Iida
Tries to lecture you on ways to stay warm
Probably tries to get you tested for anemia or take iron supplements
He never lets you leave the house without a jacket, even in the summer time
Just in case
He has space heaters all over the house or dorm in case you need them
Hi! I read you were planning on making some ftm reader content for bnha, and I just wanted to ask about it. :) We be starving out here!
Hi! I haven't been active or writing fanfiction for a little bit, but I'm going to get back into it! I also do write for FtM readers, and there are some fics on my profile :) I'll get to updating my master list soon.
i love that you're a safe space for endeavor honestly. he's trying to change and i love that for him. plus his complicated character is why he's my favorite pro hero. bonus is that he's a dilf.
Endeavor is like my favorite mha character, I love that stupid dilf so much. I honestly stan him for at least trying for his kids and knowing he fucked up and needs to change, which is more than I’ll get from my dad 🤷♂️🤷♂️
Kirishima x Bakugo somno + petplay (with some overstimulation + degradation)
Word count: 2,974
Very explicit!!!!! Read at your own discretion!!!
I also posted this on ao3!!
The bed was warm, light, and fluffy, and had just been cleaned hours ago. Eijiro Kirishima lay snoring on his side, his arms wrapped around a long body pillow of his husband with one leg thrown over it too. And his husband, Katsuki Bakugo, lay beside him. His arms had been wrapped around him moments before, but they weren’t anymore. No, they were palming himself through his sweatpants.
Fuck. Bakugo couldn’t help himself, not when Kirishima had gone to bed in nothing but short shorts. Short, short shorts. Ones that looked more like panties and barely covered that toned ass like two globes. That squishy but firm ass that could get Bakugo to go wild just by looking at it. And with the blanket peeled back, boy was he looking at it. His eyes were locked in. He had to have it, now.
Awhile ago, they had had a conversation; Kirishima had told him he’d be fine if he was woken up with sex. Just as long as he didn’t have an early shift at the agency the next day and wasn’t completely exhausted from the shift before. Bakugo checked off both those boxes in his head; his husband had the day off tomorrow and work had been generally easy earlier. It was completely up for grabs to do whatever he wanted to Kirishima. So why was he nervous?
Fuck. He felt guilty. But he couldn’t bring down the hardening cock in his pants, he needed relief and soon. Slowly, he trailed his hand down Kirishima’s back, flat against him, and pushed it past the waistband of his shorts. His ass was too huge to fit in one palm, he’d need two to even think of holding at least a cheek. But holy hell was it hot to see the difference in size of Bakugo’s bigger than average sized hands and Kirishima’s ass.
He slips his fingers towards Kirishima’s hole, not wet but not completely dry. He can’t take this anymore; he ripped off the shorts and spread Kirishima’s cheeks apart, looking down at his puffy pink hole with the dim light of the lamp sitting next to him. Shit. He’s never seen anything more perfect, except for the rest of his husbands body of course. Bakugo rolled over and yanked the lube from the night stand, slathering it over his dripping cock and even more over Kirishima’s already fluttering hole. Even in his sleep he knows what’s about to happen.
Bakugo fingers him for a moment, gently working him open and preparing him. The adrenaline pumps high through his veins, from excitement from a new first with Kiri, and the fact he’s about to get his dick wet. Not only his dick just wet, but his dick wet in the greatest ass on Earth. When Kirishima starts to sigh in his sleep Bakugo achingly stops, waiting until the tank of a man stops huffing and squirming. Then Bakugo gets right back to fingering, looking for that special spot he already knows the roadmap for.
And then he finds it, and Kirishima’s leg jerks and he sighs, and whispers a small “Katsuki”. Bakugo’s sure that he’s awake now, but he’s not; he’s still dead asleep. Bakugo grins with teeth almost as sharp as Kirishima; his husband is having a dirty dream about him. When Kirishima’s hole is stretched enough to accommodate four fingers, Bakugo grabs his cock and slowly plunges it inside. He can’t wait any longer.
He leaves it for a moment, feeling the pulsing walls clench around him as he tries his hardest to hold back from shooting his load and already breeding his husband. Kirishima huffs again, his brows furrowed now. Bakugo reaches around and grips his cock, and finds it’s already half hard. Either Bakugo is insanely good at this, or Kirishima’s definitely having some r rated thoughts about him in his dreams.
Bakugo slowly thrusts his hips, not snapping them against Kirishima’s ass with enough force to shake the earth like he normally does. No, this is soft, gentle, more loving than rough. Bakugo grips Kirishima’s right pec in his hand as he continues, the muscle overflowing from his fingers. Fat tits and a fat ass, that was his husband.
Bakugo gasps and whines as quietly as he can. He’s not sure why he wants Kirishima to stay asleep, but there’s a small feeling in the back of his mind that tells him it’s so hot. So hot to breed his husband in his sleep so that when he wakes up and cum is leaking out of his hole, he won’t have a clue what happened. Claiming his husband as his even when he’s not awake to witness it. Fuck. Now that really gets him going.
Bakugo slowly increases his pace without realizing it, until he can feel soft jiggles from Kirishima’s ass on his upper thighs. The man keeps sighing and squirming his legs, and now his cock is standing proud, and although they’ve never measured it to find it’s exact size, it’s huge, with big balls to match. balls that Bakugo always teases him for and says he has “breeder balls”. Such a shame, since he’s certainly doing no breeding with them. No, they’re getting milked dry almost every day from having his ass played with.
Bakugo is just about to finish when he hears a soft whisper, a question. “Kats?”
Now he knows his husband is awake. He breathes softly, trying to calm himself down. “Yeah?”
Kirishima laughs through his nose. “Whatcha doin?”
Bakugo beats himself inside his head. Shit. He’s going to be made to sleep on the couch, isn’t he?
“Couldn’t help it. W-woke up with a boner and your shorts weren’t helping.”
Kirishima reaches his hand over and rests it on Katsuki’s cheek, stroking him gently with his thumb. “‘M not mad,” He says, “Why do you think I wore ‘em?”
Bakugo smirks and grips Kirishima’s hip, then trails his hand down to swat his ass. “You fuckin’ slut.”
Kirishima laughs. “Just for you.”
Bakugo pushes Kirishima onto his stomach and fucks into him wildly, like he had been wanting to but was too scared to. Kirishima gasps and grips the bedsheets, overwhelmed but not disliking the roughness. He had been waiting for this for months, ever since he told Bakugo that this would be fine; gladly accepted even. He was growing tired of fucking waiting for his husband to grow a pair and just do it.
Bakugo grabs Kirishima’s wrists and pins them to the small of his back, each snap of his hips driving his cock deeper and deeper. Kirishima gasps underneath him, then spreads his legs to try and draw Bakugo in further. Deeper. He fucking needs it. He can feel that perfect cock abusing his prostate in the best way and he just wants more. He needs more. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.
Bakugo finally cums, shoving his cock in as far as it could possibly be, his load shooting straight into his husband. He pulls out and looks at Kirishima’s pulsing cock, still pent up. And somehow, his balls look even fuller, tighter than before. They need a good draining. Bakugo grips them in his hand, squeezing them gently.
“Looks like these big guys are too full,” He teases, “Way too backed up for a good boy like you.”
Kirishima bucks his hips. “Please,” He whines.
Bakugo smiles widely and plunges his cock back in. “You wanna be my good little milk cow tonight, huh?”
Kirishima doesn’t answer, only moans and squeals at having his prostate ruined again. Fuck, one of these days it’s going to be absolutely destroyed from how much of a beating it takes. After all, when he gets milked, his cock is rarely touched at all. Most of his orgasms come from never touching his cock. His ass works just fine.
Bakugo reaches around and grips Kirishima’s pecs in his hands, squishing and holding them tightly. “Such a shame we can’t milk these tits. It’d look so pretty.”
Kirishima moans and bucks his hips again, right when Bakugo starts pinching and rolling his nipples. Fuck. That always drives him wild, it sends sparks of electricity down into his tummy and makes him gasp for air. “P-please,” He whined, throwing his head back.
“Please what honey?” Bakugo asks, and when Kirishima opens his mouth to answer, he drives his cock straight into his p-spot to prevent any coherent words from coming out.
“Harder-“ Kirishima whines. Bakugo grins behind him, then increases the force of his thrusts tenfold. Kirishima can hardly feel his legs anymore and the lower half of his body is left to twitch and squirm involuntarily. His toes curl and splay out, and he grips Bakugo’s forearms for stability. His mouth opens in a silent scream, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He can’t think, can’t speak, all he can focus on is the overwhelming amounts of pleasure in his ass and how good it feels to have his tits played with.
“You goin’ dumb on me?” Bakugo grunts, cumming for a second time into Kiri’s hole, “I know you are. Stupid little cow.” He stops thrusting so he doesn’t get overstimulated, then takes his cock out. He doesn’t have the same stamina as Kiri does, two orgasms for him and he’s pretty satisfied. His cock is already going soft.
Kirishima whines at the loss from his hole, then gasps again when Bakugo’s fingers plunge in to replace his cock. It’s no where near the same thickness, but it’s still good, especially with how amazing he is at fingering and stroking his prostate just right. “Gotta keep that cum in there. Why don’t we get that special plug you just got for your birthday?” Bakugo asks.
Kirishima whines and nods his head yes, then spreads his legs further apart. That’s all he really can communicate right now, after all, he really is Bakugo’s dumb little cow.
Bakugo lubes up the decently long vibrating plug and shoves it into Kiri’s hole. The best part about it? It has a magnificent cow tail swaying on the end of it. Paired with Kirishima’s cow print thigh highs and that lovely cow print bikini top that he wears sometimes, it drives Bakugo fucking nuts.
Bakugo instantly sets the vibrator on max, Kirishima moaning and screaming loud enough to probably be heard five miles away. He didn’t think his head could get any more blank, but it did. His tongue lolls out of his head and his eyes cross.
Bakugo spanks Kirishima again, a sharp hit to his right cheek, then rubs his hands lovingly over where a bright red handprint was appearing. If all goes well, his husband will be bruised and unable to sit down, just like he likes it.
“Mmm, Kats- kats, fuck, kats-!” Kirishima moans out, shoving his face into the pillows and biting down on them.
Bakugo pushes the plug in deeper as his other hand swats Kirishima’s ass again. His cheeks are already turning bright red, soon to start adding some light purple and blue to the mix if Bakugo keeps his abuse up. It’d be such a sight to see, Kirishima with that beautiful plug and a perfectly bruised ass. On his knees, mouth open, waiting to be a good boy and suck on Bakugo’s cock-
Bakugo came again at the thought. He grimaced and wiped his cum in his fingers, agitated that it’s wasted now and not being kept warm inside his husbands inviting hole.
“Kats- oh my god!” Kirishima yells, cumming again all over the bedsheets.
“I’m not turning off the vibrator baby.” Bakugo smiles wickedly. “God can’t save you now.”
Kirishima arches his back and grips tighter onto the mattress, his ass almost aflame from all the overstimulation. Shit, he’s going crazy. He’s going to go fucking mad on this plug.
Bakugo leans down and sinks his teeth into the globes of Kirishima’s ass, not biting hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a definite mark. Kirishima yelps and bucks his hips, then moans again like a whore. Of course he does, after all, he loves it when it hurts.
Bakugo leaves a few hickeys spread across Kirishima’s cheeks, then spanks him again repeatedly, five times in an row on each cheek, no breaks in between. He’s screaming by the end, but dies it down as Bakugo starts to lovingly caress him and gently start fucking him with the plug.
“You make the best fucking sounds,” He grunts, trailing his hands down and squeezing the tops of Kirishima’s thighs.
Absolute bliss. That’s what Kirishima feels like as he cums again, quivering and shaking as he spurts out more cum all over the bed.
“Kats- Kats please-!” He pants, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut.
“Please what honey? Surely you’re not asking to stop.” Bakugo grips Kirishima’s balls again, causing the man to whimper. “These big guys still got a lot more juice to give out. You don’t wanna deny ‘em, do you?”
Kirishima shakes his head then bites down on the pillow once again. No, no he knows if he stops now then he’ll be asking for more later, and Bakugo will just repeatedly edge him for hours while he begs and begs to just be able to cum. He can’t deny all that churning fluid in his balls a chance to escape, not when he loves squirting it out so much.
“There’s a good boy. Why don’t we say… five more?” Bakugo spanks Kirishima again. “Think you can do that for me honey?”
Five more? Five?! The thought already makes Kirishima’s dick hurt, but he nods anyways. God, god he fucking needs it. He needs the mental break of just letting go and cumming his brains out and forgetting about all the stress he’s under every day.
“I know you can do it baby. Let me hold your hand, okay?” Bakugo shifts to sit by Kirishima’s side, wrestling his hand out of the death grip it has on the covers and intertwining it with his.
The next orgasm comes quick but doesn’t feel any less divine, making Kirishima scream out and almost crush all the bones in Bakugo’s hand from how hard he’s squeezing. He almost can’t seem to think anymore.
“Kats- Kats- so- so much, fuck,” He gasps and sputters, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Bakugo’s heart flutters in his chest.
“So pretty, Ei. So pretty.” Bakugo kisses the top of Kirishima’s head. “Four more now.”
Kirishima’s dick aches. His balls ache. His ass aches. Yet he can’t stop from trying to sink the plug deeper into him and keep himself in this bliss forever, cumming again and again and again while his husband whispers sweet praises in his ear and spanks him so good. Fuck, he can do this for eternity. He never wants this so end.
Bakugo slaps one cheek then immediately moves to the other, then drags his hands across Kirishima’s ass and swats him again. He can see the faint edges of bright red starting to appear, soon to make Kirishima’s butt a deep, gnarly red that looks agonizing. The poor man’s shaking like a leaf now, clenching and unclenching all his muscles as he makes guttural noises that barely sound human.
The next orgasm comes, then the next, then the next a few minutes afterwards when Bakugo bites down on the other cheek this time, then kisses it oh so gently it melts Kirishima’s heart.
“One more to go baby. You’re doing so good,” Bakugo whispers, turning off the plug and setting it to the side.
Kirishima whimpers and tries to lift his ass to follow the plug and keep it inside, making Bakugo chuckle. Bakugo’s ready to go again, his cock aching and leaking after seeing his husband be so desperate and needy for almost an hour now.
He plunges his cock back in quickly, exhaling a shaky breath when he feels those warm, tight walls back around him. Nothing is better than this.
Kirishima thrusts his hips and fucks himself on Bakugo’s cock. “D-don’t be- gentle…”
Bakugo smirks and braces himself, both hands gripping onto Kirishima’s hips. With no warning, no build up, he starts wildly thrusting into Kirishima’s hole with no abandon. Kirishima practically fucking screams.
“Yeah? You like when I’m rough with you?” Bakugo grips Kirishima so hard his knuckles turn white. “Little slut doesn’t want it easy, huh? No, you want it- fuck- you want it so hard it fucking stings.”
And sting it does, Bakugo’s harsh thrusts that snap against Kirishima make his already aching ass burn, but god does how good his hole feels make up for that.
“So- so fucking good,” Bakugo grunts, “Best ass in the fucking world.”
When Kirishima cums for the last time, it’s the hardest. He blacks out and fucking seed stars as he adds to the actual puddle pooling beneath him that’s full of his seed. When the relief finally finishes, he sinks down to the bed in a complete exhausted mess, completely spent.
Bakugo cums soon after, biting his lip and groaning as he fills Kirishima up for the third time. He pants and takes deep breaths before plugging him back up, then falling beside him and wrapping the man up in his arms. They can sleep in Kirishima’s cum and clean it up in the morning, because both of them are way too exhausted to do anything about it now.
“You did so good for me Ei,” Bakugo pants, “You looked so pretty. I fucking love you.”
Kirishima softly smiles and holds Bakugo’s hand that’s resting over his pec. “I love you too,” He whispers, “Wake me up with sex again. That was fucking phenomenal.”
Bakugo wickedly smiles. “Oh you fucking know it.”
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