an: eijiro filming you bouncing on his dick to send to katsuki while he's on a mission overseas..
[recording started]
"f-fuck, yea, just like t-that.." eijiro moans, one hand digging into your hips while the other holds his phone in his hands. the camera a little shaky, but you two both don't care.
you're bouncing up and down eijiros chubby length. his thick tip plunges deep into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl.
"e-eiji! so biiiig!" you whimper, both hands placed on his chiselled chest, he lets out a breath. the lewd sounds of your skin slapping and your wetness fill the microphone. your eyes squeeze shut, letting the feeling of eijiros cock take full control of you.
"say hi to– fuck! shit, just like that–! katsuki baby." eijiro groans, his hips snapping up softly to meet your bounces. a creamy ring around his cock and sticky, gooey lines of your arousal mixed with eijiros pre are shown clinging to yours and his thighs with every bounce you make. "o-oh suukkkii.. miss yooouu." you whine out, grinding yourself down on eijiros cock – you let out a high pitched moan and he lets out a deep groan.
eijiro repositions the phone as you begin your movements again, his free hand moves it's way to your sensitive little clit; his thumb pressing down hard on the numb, making you gasp. "mffgh– fuck!!" you curse out, head lulling backwards.
"see how m-much a dirty girl she is? f-fuckin' makin' a mess– o-oooh, fuck, gonna cum." eijiro groans from deep in his chest. his thumb quickens it's circles and you moan out. "ei– ei– mmffg fuck! y-yes, yes ,yes. 'm cumming! 'm cumming!!" you sob out, your hips still and eijiros begins to thrust up into you to finish the job. you let out a silent scream, your thighs shaking as your pussy tightens to cream around the chubby, thick length of eijiros cock.
"s-she's so messy for us k-kats. we miss– oh fuck, cumming!" eijiro stills his hips upward, spurting ropes and ropes deep in your creamy pussy. you whine at the feeling of his hot cum inside before you fall down on his chest. eijiro moves the phone downward to show where the two of you are connected still; taking in a good shot of your pussy now leaking out all of eijiros cum. eijiro's hand lands a soft slap! on your ass, making you whine into him. he moves his phone camera back up so katsuki can see you fucked dumb and drooling on eijiros chest. the red head smiles towards the camera.
"we miss you kats, can't wait for you to be home!"
[video ended]
an: and katsuki jerked himself off so hard that night in his hotel room
also thank u all for 500+ followers :'') big smooches for all!
the thing about your boyfriend, kirishima , is that he sleeps like he’s dead or doesnt sleep at all. better yet, he sleeps like a rock.
the type of sleeper that doesn’t budge — no matter how many times you poke his cheek, nudge his shoulder, or drape your body over him just to get a reaction.
the second kirishima lets his head hit the pillow, it’s like a switch flips. one minute he’s laughing, grinning wide, all sharp teeth and warmth, and then the next… he’s out cold, arm slung over you like it’s second nature.
kirishima is also the type to subconsciously cuddle you in your sleep. even if he falls asleep on his side of the bed, he will end up glued to you. arm around your waist, leg thrown over yours, face tucked into your shoulder or neck, mumbling in his sleep: “you’re… so pretty…” “my girl…”
on top of that, kirishima’s strength does NOT turn off... if he falls asleep holding you, whether it be your hand or your waist, you’re not escaping until he’s fully conscious. if he’s feeling nice that is…
but . . . on the nights kirishima doesn’t sleep, it’s the complete opposite.
he’ll lie there beside you, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as if tracing imaginary constellations. quieter than usual. yet his hand still always finds yours under the blanket, thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, absent circles.
boyfriend kirishima is also equivalent to that of a heater. his body runs warm 24/7, so sleeping next to him is like having a built in heated blanket . . . just one that talks in his sleep.
so yeah, your boyfriend sleeps like a rock. but a warm rock of endless praise and affirmation. a heavy one at that. but you love it.
it’s too big, it’s too wide, it's too strong, it won’t fit! these HUGE pro heroes can back it up in more ways than one, but can you keep up?
⋮ ⌗ featuring. s. aizawa ꒱ t. iida ꒱ s. todoroki ꒱ e. kirishima
╰ warnings. SIZE DIFFERENCES! fem reader, established relationships, some brief quirk usage, MANHANDLING, raw sex, husband!aizawa, working out, finger sucking, improper usage of resistance bands, tenya putting reader in a HEADLOCK, 6’7 tenya bc i said so, bad luck, cheesy westernized superstitions, shoto with a rampant BREEDING kink, natuso mention (he has a kid here!), reader holding said kid, brief pregnancy imagery, the word daddy (not like THAT), cream pies, big d*ck kiri, exhibitionism, public sex (bathroom), biting, hiding from paparazzi… but kirishima wants them to hear you scream! — minors do not interact.
⋮ ⌗ AIZAWA JUST LOVES STRETCHING YOU OUT!
You shouldn’t be here, let alone dared to curiously step down into the darkness towards the void your husband coined his ‘man cave’, an dry-humored inside joke only he finds funny— inadvertently interrupting his at home gym session he attempted to sneak in without your distractions.
Well? It wasn't like you were bothering him on purpose. Completely unaware as Aizawa watched you begin to stretch your legs, sporting the tiniest workout shorts he’s ever seen diggin’ into your waist and hiking up your ass as you leaned down to touch your toes.
It was like you were tempting him, especially when the thinly veiled wet spot growing between your thighs accidentally places his line of vision at the scene of the crime, cunt practically creaming through the gauzy material.
It definitely wasn’t an accident when Aizawa ended up colliding with you from behind once you stood upright, your soft frame easily swallowing in the draping limbs wrapping around your waist and squeezing your hips tightly, the now two silhouettes staring back at you in the floor length mirrors covering the wall you’re facing.
Aizawa’s uneven stubble pressed into your bare neck, prickling the sensitive skin behind your ear and making you shiver, forgetting all about your ‘workout’. Placing a gentle kiss to the skin, he began lazily whispering half truths into your ear, wondering if his needy wife needed any help stretching out her aching hamstrings, muttering about how tight your form looked and how easy of a fix it would be— if you had his help of course.
So you let him.
“O-Oh! That— That’s too much!” Aizawa has you screaming, head tossing back into the rubbery yoga mat so graciously placed beneath you, shoveling his long veiny cock down your tiny pussy without a warning, your wobbly thighs shaking in his grip. “You know I can’t s-stretch that deep Sho.”
He had easily rid you of almost all your clothes, nimble fingers undressing you to a half-naked state, tits spilling out the discombobulated mess you once called your sports bra now tangled at your waist.
Conveniently, he swiveled you out of your panties and shorts in one go— skillfully keeping the bright pink resistance band you were just using on your own up your thighs.
Aizawa used it to his advantage; the silicone band pressing up to the squishy part of your thighs, pushing them further and further into your chest ‘til your pussy poked out between them, using the flimsy elastic to keep you from squirming out of his grip.
Folding you into the meanest mating press known to man and knocking your thighs into your pebbled tits with each slow stroke he drove into your cunt— it was fair to say this isn’t exactly what you meant by ‘stretching’.
Hoping your athletically built husband would go easy on you for indulging in his free time activities and losing said hope just as quickly, you struggled to keep up with the invigorating shock force of his thrusts shaping your tight walls, cock stretching the elastic muscles deep inside your core.
“Yeah you can’t,” Aizawa tuts, reeling his hips back and burrowing deeply into your cunt, long tendrils of onyx curls hiding the slight smirk on his lips when you're squeaking at the sucker-punch to your gut, “good thing you’ve got me to work on it.”
“Shouta! D-Don’t k-know what I’d do without you.” Nails scratching into his biceps, he’s holding himself with one hand over your head, balancing himself on his talented fingertips and fucking himself balls deep into your pussy-lips, skip slapping echoing off the concrete walls.
“I know,” he’s growling, peering up at you just to get a glimpse of your cock-drunken face, free hand running up your warm cheek, “me too.”
It’d be a sweet sentiment if he wasn’t fucking you so mean; legs burning at the way he pushes them even deeper into your lungs, middle and ring finger dipping into the gap between your lips, the cold material of his silver wedding band salty on your tongue.
Your eyes roll into your skull, feeling him fuck your throat with the same brutal pace of his hips, spit gathering in your chipmunk cheeks. “So deep!” Babbling out of your smothered mouth, he lets up slightly, strokes slowing as he adjusts himself, salvia soaked hand tracking past your belly button to the underside of your thigh.
“Deep, hmm?” He runs his hand up your hamstrings, ghosting the extended muscles tensioned beneath his grazing, and stopping just below the stretched out lips of your entrance. “Does it feel deep here?”
His hand keeps going, spittle covered fingers finding your clit and swiping circles around it, watching your thighs begin to shake. “Feels quite tense here, you should relax.”
“Right there— oh Shouta! P-Please don’t move!” His dual movements send pin-pricks right down to your womb, eyes rolling into the back of your head and tightening—
“—Shit! Can feel you clenching…” he’s cutting you off with an intoxicating grunt, cock-head oozing and oozing messy rivers of pre that show just how bad he needs you, the tight walls of velvet sucking him in skin deep. “…do you feel that?”
It’s a question gauged by the way you’re choking him alive, large hand stretching out the full length of your torso, thumb pressing into the small swollen bump at your navel all whilst keeping his fingers on your clit, veins flexing. “Feel it in your core, baby?”
You’re sure the bumpy pattern of the yoga mat is imprinted on your back once he’s pressing the bulge, touching his cock punching into your g-spot from the outside. You can hear his breathing becoming shaky, his one armed plank beginning to falter.
“Since you can’t seem to relax by yourself, I guess I’ll help my wife out—” Aizawa can barely get out his words through chattered teeth, fingers quickening on your clit as he’s the first one to fall apart, fucking himself through his orgasm seeping into your addictive cunt. “—at the expense of myself.”
“A-And your workout!”
⋮ ⌗ INGENIUMS ENGINE STALLED… CAN YOU FIX IT?
It was as if everything was going horrifically wrong for Tenya Iida, or technically- Pro Hero Ingenium.
You see, ever since he claimed his shiny new position on the official Pro Hero Billboard Charts, his life quickly went downhill. Feeling instantly cursed, the number ‘13’ instantly casted a cruel spell of bad luck over his head like a bad omen.
Sure, he wasn’t one to believe in superstitions, going off of factual evidence instead of illogical reasonings especially such silly ones established in western societies like this; yet the unlucky one and three has cursed him in vain.
It began to tarnish his career too. Tripping over his own two feet and the sudden depletion in his usual successful hand-eye coordination drills, everything caused him an issue, the movements that once came easy to him now seemed difficult.
He tried his hardest kept up with his image, helping on whatever important duties he received like any Pro Hero should, trying his very hardest to ignore the sickly feeling in his heart when he’d miss out on capturing an easy villain, or how he found himself caught in a thunderstorm on his morning jog. Showing face when it counted and putting on the flattest of smiles daily now, Tenya was falling apart.
After a hard long week of misery and unnecessary suffering, all Tenya wanted to do was come back home to sulk away inside his study in hopes of forgetting all about the day he just encountered, yet he felt a little funny in the chest, as if he was neglecting something.
Or someone.
Up until now, he believed the two of you were on the same page about this unspoken bad luck streak. This line of work is difficult even for the best of the best, and his job would occasionally halt the budding romance between the two of you, but now he’s unsure.
Watching in the corner of his glasses as you came crawling into his lap, grabby fingertips pawing and groping at his pecs perfectly filling out his XXL powder blue compression t-shirt, you were pouting at him.
Lip just quivering in the saddest frown he’s ever seen you sport, heart and soul pouring out all your pent up frustrations with him, voice all airy as you shamelessly begged for his attention.
Tenya felt terrible. Ignore you? How could he? Face turning pale when the uncomfortable stomach turning feeling of impending doom roaring inside of him, Tenya already mentally preparing for the worst.
Until your pussy hovered over his lap, the warm beating of your clit so strong he could feel it pulsating on his tree-truck thigh as you began to rut into him.
You weren’t going to leave him!
You needed him!
Tonight he felt as if his un-lucky streak finally cane to a staggering end— because if watching you pepper kisses up and down his neck meant some other worldly being found away to curse him out of all people, he’d wish bad karma upon himself for eternity.
.
“Ohhhhhh!”
All your limbs feel hot. From the way Tenya’s Herculean chest presses deliciously into your back to the feeling of his sculpted v-line knocking your ass down the mattress, it’s like you can’t seem to get enough of him tonight.
You should have known you were in for it when he slung you ever so kindly over his muscular shoulder, lugging you to the bedroom as if you weighed absolutely nothing, tossing you face down into the mattress springs and ripping your baby-pink shorts in half down your sticky thighs.
The six-foot-seven giant hovered over you in utter disbelief at how gushing wet your pussy was, a large hand squeezing over the base of his shaft just to measure how humongous he looked on top of you, and just maybe, where his tip would hit inside of you.
The greedy inches of his lengthy cock fully covered the full expanse of your back, strawberry-milk shaded tip weeping all over your soft spine in excitement at stuffing you full.
Thankfully, fitting his coke-can girth inside of your tight pussy took little effort with how long you’ve been waiting out for him to fuck you, whatever issues he’d been going through taking priority of your neglected princess pussy, and tonight? You wanted to be spoiled rotten.
“H-Harder!” You’re purring from beneath the pillows, drool gathering at the side of your squished cheek, arching your back to meet his chubby inches halfway, skin slowly sticking together as he fills you to the brim.
Cock drunk was an understatement, words slurring together in confusing strings of emotions before your brain could even process them falling from your lips, begging for whatever Tenya could give you.
“Harder! Baby I—” Tenya could feel his throat go dry, glasses fogged up from how hot his cheeks felt, steam practically pouring out his ears in sexual frustration. He was showing restraint. “—I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ever hurt you.”
Oh and could you hear the slight strain in his voice, obviously holding back from using you, an accidental slip up here and there cracking his resolve. The idea of being ravished by him drives you nuts. “But I want it! Been so stressed at work ‘n workin’ so hard protecting everybody and—mmhf! T-Think you deserve it!”
“Deserve it?”
It’s as if it’s his brain that’s blown a gasket, feelin’ the engines on his claves practically buzzing as his hips suddenly reel backwards, pulling his cock all the way out of your syrupy lips and puuuushing back inside with a ‘plap!’ stretching you so wide it’s fucking you numb.
“Thank you—” he’s dragging out his syllables, hips sculpted by the years and years of vigorous training only working at abusing your poor pussy. He can’t slow down when you feel this good, smooth insides of your drenched cunt pulling him so deep he’s swabbing at your cervix like he just put all in on red and won. “—Oh, thank you- thank you, baby!”
“Wait!” You’re pleading, sensitive body so sore already, struggling to keep up with the pace brutally flattening you into the sheets and ridding you of the last of your movements. “I c-can’t! ‘s too much!”
Tenya’s hands fall to your ass, gripping you so hard you just know you’ll feel the outline of his fingertips in the morning. “T-Too much? I’m sorry I— oh baby, I’m just getting started.”
He’s movin’ you around like a flimsy little doll, body pulled and tugged at Tenya’s will, locked in place like his personal pocket pussy, using your warm tight entrance to burn off his bent up unlucky frustration.
Each hump of his meaty thighs presses you farther and farther away from him, lousy noggin’ just barely knock, knock, knocking! at the wood grain headboard and making you dizzy.
“Where are you going, honey?” Tenya questions, large bulging bicep coming up in front of you and pressing down, pulling your lazy body upright, stars prickling in your blacked out eyesight.
He’s just too damn big. Tensed forearm wrapping around your sticky throat and squeezing into the either sides of your windpipe, lungs gasping for air as the humming sounds of air begin to exhale out your chest.
Tenya realizes his mistake, his luck falling flat on his pink nose and apologizing, arm tensing off your neck. “Sorry— sorry! Gettin’ distracted, honey—”
“—No! Don’t you fucking move!” The feeling is almost as electrifying as his cock greedily pounding into your g-spot. You beg for no mercy, mind fuzzy as you gasp for air, ass snapping back to chase his cock, poor puffy clit throbbing for attention and rubbing into the sheets like a fiend. “Need you to keep ugh— need it! Need you!”
“Oh my honey, a-are you sure? Don’t hurt yourself ‘cus you’re getting desperate.” Tenya stills, watching as your hands grip at his thick forearm, placing it back to the column of your throat, fingers digging into his elbow and hinging your face back in a headlock.
“I’m sure— fuck!” You’re mewling, voice hoarse from how eagerly it scratches at your esophagus, hips rolling into the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock.
Leaning over your sticky back, Tenya glues himself to you, hips gyrating so fast you can’t meet his rutting thrusts, pressing his lips into your clammy cheek. “How did I get so lucky?”
⋮ ⌗ SHOTO HAS BABY FEVER? YOU WONT SURVIVE!
You should have never offered to hold Natuso’s new born son in front of Shoto, scooping the teary-eyed infant into your arms as a last resort to soothe the boy out of his febril crying fit.
It was as if you were a natural, gently running your bare fingertip down the side of his pale peach-fuzzed cheek, working your unknowing motherly magic on him until he completely stopped fussing, loud screams smoothing into little hiccups of slumber.
You didn’t mind holding him the rest of the visit, ignoring the way your boyfriend watched your every move; chalking it up to him being overprotective of the infant. Little could get in the way of letting the tired boy sleep his worries away safely on your lap, even going the extra mile to leisurely rock a slow rhythm in the rocking chair.
You could feel Shoto’s presence lingering on you for the rest of the day, eyeing you down like he had so much to say yet nothing to acknowledge all at the same time, fighting the urge to tell you just how much he loved you.
Loving you enough to picture you holding his son instead, a perfect blend of the two of you in a chubby faced baby, with eyes like his and a caring personality like yours. It was all he could think about as wobbling knees practically gave out the moment you placed a soft kiss to his nephew’s forehead.
Shoto would be an amazing dad, refusing to follow in his father’s footsteps, he’d prioritize his family over his job, making sure to put you and his son first. He could picture it so clearly, stepping up and taking care of your growing family, quietly showing off his pregnant wife to allll his friends and protecting you from any harm that dares to come your way.
He almost successfully avoided his feelings from boiling over the surface of his syrupy belly until you joked along with him on the ride home, your pupils wide and smile warm as you casually teased him about giving his adorable nephew a cousin to grow up alongside.
.
“Sh-Shoto! You’re making a mess!”
Cum spilling out from your cunt each time you lifted off of his hips, white beads of cream drifting all over the expanse of his thick thighs as he filled you round after round, your womb a target for Shoto to breed.
Like a big fat ‘X’ marking the spot on your belly, Shoto set his mind on spilling into it, holding your words close to his heart. Deliriously hiccuping over his words as he pounded into you relentlessly, he was determined to stuff your elastic pussy with load after load, making sure it stuck.
He started fucking your hours ago, starting in the living room on top of you and somehow carrying your delirious cum filled body into the shared bedroom, ploppin’ you on top of his lap to continue his mission, fully expecting to fulfill your wish.
“No…” he’s shaking his head, brows heavy over his heterochromia irises whilst he watches the way you’re plopping down on his cock, creamy rivets smearing over his pelvis. “… no I’m not.”
You slow your agonizing movements down, catching a break from the constantly pounding at your cervix, yet the feeling of a finger poking at your entrance shocks you, body jerking in overstimulation once he’s collecting the sap leaking out your slit, swiping it back over his cock for your suctioning cunt to lap at.
“Don’t let me stop you, I— we can’t let any of this go to waste.”
Shit.
Big mistake.
Quite the mistake fucking you raw that is. Everything feels so much more intimate— far more real than any previous times he’s busted nuts behind the latex barrier of a condom. It’s enough to drive the two of you wild, feeling every twisting vein over his cock pressed up inside you, down to the way his red tip throbs at your cervix.
Your legs are getting tired, muscles aching at the urgent pace he’s set for you to follow, his hands so big they rock you over his heavy shaft. Shoto doesn’t let you slow down, forcing your limp body to fall into his chest, smushing your nose into the clammy skin on his sticky neck, “I’m tired Sho—”
“I know but— shouldn’t we at least try one more time?” He’s questioning you, cutting you off to buck into your pussy, his left hand spaying over the little lump at the bottom of your belly, “need to make sure it works, right?”
Heat begins to bloom over your stomach, palm warming up enough to send heated tingles down towards your sensitive core, heartbeat thumping in his fingertips.
“O-One more?” You shake out, meeting his gaze down at your belly, placing your much smaller hand over his larger one, “promise?”
Oh does the idea of filling you until he’s shooting blanks entice him, his whimpering cock beginning to freakishly sob at the idea of breeding you ‘til you can’t move, a streamline of tacky pre dribbling all over his head and past your g-spot, colliding with the wobbly knot he’s grown to adore.
It was most likely a half-truth when Shoto nodded his head, colossal thighs spreading so wide you almost fall off of him, legs unable to wrap around such a stocky frame. “Mhm— maybe.” His arms reach behind you, two hands flat to your bare back to regain control over your pitiful excuse for being on top, bucking his hips up into your pussy just how you like it.
A sharp wail cries through your chest when your fingers snake down to toy with your clit, rubbing mighty little circles around the bud, feeling Shoto angle your back into an arch, mushroom tip digging into your g-spot.
“D-Do you want me to cum inside? Again?” He’s asking so nicely, although he already knows you both know the answer.
“Again shit— please don’t stop— don't stop!” Your destroyed pussy’s absolutely ready to guzzle down another round of seed, body clenching down on demand at his request, greedy cunt starving.
“Don’t stop what? Tell me…” Shoto grinds upwards, pressing his dick into every gooey spot inside of you, staring at you with the softest love drunken gaze you’ve ever seen. “…tell me what you want sweetheart.”
Oh does poor Shoto desperately need to hear you mutter those five letters out from your drooling lips, mind going wild with thoughts of you pregnant, the simple domesticated life he craves so damn close he can almost taste it.
The uncle title suited him well enough, but not as good as the one echoing in his eardrums.
“W-Want your cum!” You murmur, eyes rolling into your head as the impending release begins to zap through your clit, and just before you and Shoto come together for the final time tonight, you give in, whispering in the shell of his ear. “Wanna make you a daddy.”
⋮ ⌗ RED RIOT GOES PUBLIC WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND?
You seemingly didn’t prepare yourself for the first public outing with your Pro Hero boyfriend enough, miscalculating just how ‘famous’ he actually was as you stepped out of the sleek black car into a crowd of people swiftly surrounding the two of you.
Oh just imagine it, the plethora of random blog posts plastered with the worst possible pictures of Red Riot’s brand new relationship— your squinted face batting the cameras away in pure agony, shuttering cameras flashes so bright it blinds your pupils and makes you delirious, the over-exposed, highly detailed pictures taken in the worst angle possible. Horrifying!
Thankfully, Kirishima was on you in an instant, puffing up his chest and sending a piercing gaze over anyone who got too close to you— his woman, making sure his hand stayed flush to the curve of your hip, keeping you secure to his thumpin’ heart.
Thriving in the heavy atmosphere, he made sure to wave on occasion, throwing a smile up for the cameras and gently declining any signing of hero memorabilia, focusing on solely protecting you. Like a shiny teethed doberman, Kirishima was more than happy to be your guard dog of the evening.
Instantly overwhelmed, tunnel vision ran rampant through your body, focusing on the pathway towards the restaurant your boyfriend so graciously called in a last minute favor to get a reservation at, trying your very best to run through the doors and hopefully ignore the growing commotion around you.
That was the plan of course, until a crazed ‘fan’ came running up the sidewalk, successfully running between the two of you, holding a thick stack of glossy pictures of your muzzled pro hero from his most recent photo shoot. He was unashamedly begging for his autograph, poppin’ the cap off the blue sharpie and shoving it in Kirishima’s face, disrespecting you in the process of begging Kirishima to sign something, or anything.
Probably just to end up reselling the autograph on eBay anyways.
Something inside of Kirishima snapped in an instant. Eager to shield you from getting hurt, his body moved faster than his mind. His towering build began to tense rock solid, sculpted muscles flexing and sharpening. Using his quirk to his advantage Kirishima easily pushed the man away for the two of you, mumbling under his breath something about not respecting the woman around him, physically stiff-arming him in the process.
You couldn’t hide the cheeky smile spreading on your lips as you watched him publicly protect you, pussy clenching around nothing when Kirishima resumed his dominance, moving you and him through the crowd with a strong hand gripping the side of your hip.
The next five minutes moved in a blur, Kirishima leading you into the restaurant doors with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes, one so excruciatingly hot and bothered that the two of you missed your dinner reservations, passing down the extravagant dining room donned with the fanciest of silverware for a far more secluded spot in the restaurant.
.
Hidden between the tiny family restroom stood Kirishima pressing you up against the bathroom wall, hips thrusting his rock-hard cock past your chubby lips and plugging up your tight drooling hole.
From the sounds echoing off the empty walls to the gilded mirror fogging with the friction thickening in the air, it was clear Kirishima felt full of adrenaline.
Furious hormones running rampant in his body, blood rushing straight down to his curved cock head, angling his thrusts to probe at your g-spot just right, burgundy silk dress hiked up past your belly and black lace thong pulled to the side to slit his fat shaft inside of you, bumping your back against the cold surface with each full thrust he shoved inside of you.
“Oh! Eiji! H-How are you sooooooo—”
“—Sooo deep?” He cuts you off with a sleazy laugh, shark teeth grinning as he bites down on the throbbing pulse point in your neck, sucking the skin in his mouth, tongue swiping over the soft surface and grunting once he’s tasting your pheromones.
Your eyes roll backward, mouth agape as he fucks you dumb, words slurring. “So deep!”
And deep he was. Cherry-hued tip swirling over each empty spot of your cunt, ballooning up inside of you to carve out his bulky shape permanently, claiming your raw cunt like it was an award for being such a great hero protecting his pretty baby.
“Cus I was made for you, baby.” He’s groaning, fingertips dimpling into the flesh of your thighs, propping you up even higher on the wall, purposely making sure you can hold his ferocious gaze as he continues. “This cock? ‘s alllll yours.”
Kirishima proves it with each thrust, the passion unmistakably fills you fully down to the very base of his pelvis, cock so deep you can feel it in your beating chest.
He’s almost as fucked out as you are, crimson strands of hair sticking out every which way on his sweaty forehead, the prettiest rosy hue spreading over his sloped nose bridge, it made you melt.
Watching as you stare at him, his carmine irises practically shift into the cutest cartoon hearts, taking in the adorable view of your fucked-out face, calloused thumb running along the side of your drooling mouth. “Feeling good? Don’t hold back, y’know I’ve got ya.”
Body held up with the strength in his palms alone, Kirishima fucked you deep into the wall without breaking a sweat, letting you sit there and take it all prettily; limbs like jelly as you succumb to his pleasure. “Yes! Mm— all yours Eijirou!”
“Gotta give my fuckin’ girl all of me.” He tuts, drilling his length into you at an alarming speed, milky shaft perfectly curvin’ in your cunt, jolting pleasure roaring in your core. “Making sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
So big and tough. Muscles meant to protect you from danger being the very same ones that flick at your clit, two digits messily drifting between where the two of you meet to rub delicious figure eights into the gummy flesh.
“T-They already know! I- I’m yours!” You scream, hands flying up to nip at his deltoids, skin pressing into the his maroon shirt— the perfect shade to match your now disheveled dress.
“They do?” He’s grinning, pinching your clit between his fingers, laughing when your cunt flutters around him, watching your sensitive body squirm.
You can barely speak, giving him a wobbly nod with your lazy head, legs wrapping tight around his hips, keeping his fingers tight on your cunt.
“You really sure about that, sweetpea? Maybe we should remind them just how manly I am.” The urge to let everyone outside hear your moans trickles throughout him, giddy at the possibility that everyone will know he’s the one fucking your brains out, the idea making his cock jump. “Tell them, tell them— who’s making you feel this good, baby?”
“E-Eiji— fuck!”
“Nuh-uh, try again, sugar.” He corrects, face nuzzling back into your neck, this time kissing the raised flesh. What’s my name? The name they’re screamin’ out for.”
Your mind blacks out as you cum, falling headfirst into your white-hot high. Screaming at the top of your lungs so hard it hurts, the pleasure takes over every last sense of rational left inside of you; lips only spewing one thing.
“R-Red Riot!”
a/n. okay hi! this is where i’ve been... and big thank you to all the anons who sent in any and all ideas for *insert whatever character here* involving size differences. sorry some of these got kinda silly #jester maxxing i finally think im getting out of my writing rut hehe
꒰ 💌 mdni. kirishima won’t let his shy girl look away during missionary. . . ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ
kirishima won’t let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.
kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick haze—he’s a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a hero—a man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when he’s buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.
the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. you’re feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, he’s demanding too—every time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.
“look at me.” he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. he’s warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.
“mphm, kiri i need you to mo—”
he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowly—just enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.
“like that?” he asks, voice strained, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to keep going.
his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.
he’s waiting for you to cave.
you know he won’t give in until you look at him.
despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heart—the very organ tasked with keeping you alive—beats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.
his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertips—the same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent you’d washed it with.
his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.
“look at me, i wanna see that pretty face.”
your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. “shut up, you’re so dumb,” you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand away—but it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.
his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. “you’re so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby… just keep looking at me, hm?” he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.
“she bites,” he says, something wild flickering across his expression.
his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erratic—until he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.
his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishima’s lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, asking—before taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each other’s oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.
his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circles—barely there—but paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, it’s enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like he’s just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way that’s completely intoxicating—you’re drunk off his scent.
his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.
“fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. “she’s gripping me.”
his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. “you feel so good… look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,” he coos.
your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.
“gonna spill,” he mutters under his breath.
you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.
“you’re sure you don’t want me to pu—”
you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.
he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, “greedy girl.”
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@tokkushin pushing the shy!gf agenda (≧◡≦) ♡ !!
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fellas, is it manly to call ur girl 'mommy'? — ᨳଓ . kirishima x f!reader
with his entire face buried into your chest, kirishima lets out a low grumble.
“does that feel good?” you ask him, giving him gentle pats on his head while playing with his bright red hair.
nodding vigorously, kirishima adjusts himself to be more comfortable on your chest, deepening your cuddling position.
“yes, mommy-“ just as he says that, you discreetly go to grab your phone.
“what, baby?”
“you make me feel so good, i’m mommy's good boy,” he huffs into your chest, oblivious to the fact you’re recording the rare sight that is your boyfriend being so obedient.
unfortunately, your notifications weren’t on silent, and the ding of the message from your phone makes your boyfriend jolt up, making him directly notice the camera in front of him.
“wow, wow, wow pause,” he says, trying to play off the previous interaction like it was nothing.
he adjusts himself on the bed. now you’re laying on his chest while he has his hands wrapped around you. he grabs your phone and puts himself back on focus.
“nothing to see here, bye bye,” he talks into the camera before turning it off and now looking you directly in the eye.
“what was that about!”
“hey, it was just for me, i thought it was sweet…”
“sweet isn’t manly baby,”
you poke his bicep and run your fingers over his neck. placing gentle kisses all over his neck and arms, making him fold instantly.
“i’m sure calling your girl ‘mommy’ is top tier manliness,” you reply, trying to comfort and appeal to your boyfriend’s one and true desire. your hands find their way to his inner tighs, and you smile to yourself as you notice his very obvious excitement.
hear me out, big meaty strong kirishima is a really sweetheart & everyone loves him, he radiates positivity and kindness but he’s real nervous about his big cock and always does lots and lots of foreplay so he can get it in, but unfortunately it never fully fits so he never gets those deep strokes that make him crazy, until he meets reader of course who has just the right anatomy to take those deep strokes pls bring this vision to life
✩꒱ too big to handle ft. eijirou kirishima .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero eijirou kirishima & fem!reader. size kink, size queen, big boy eijirou, reader mentioned to be smaller than kirishima, established relationship. -> eijirou’s afraid his size might hurt you but you’re all about proving him wrong.
i dunno abt like right anatomy it defo all sits with the foreplay and build up but !!! eijirou and his size queennnnn !!
eijirou meets you by chance at a bar and knows then, that you’re different. unlike any girl he’s ever met — not afraid of his strength or his size. you’re all over it. you date for a while, months, before he tries anything with you.
he’s scared that you’ll be put off by how well endowed he is, so whenever things between you get intimate and he starts to get hard — he kinda darts off with a flimsy excuse fluttering on his lips or leaves abruptly to go jerk off at home. in the shower :( though the man never leaves you hanging he’ll finger you to oblivion n back to make it up to you but even then… he’s aware of how thick and deft his fingers are. worries about stretching you out on them too.
pretty quickly — you get tired of the red head avoiding going all the way with you though. you’ve seen the outline of that monster cock and you know, with enough determination that you can take it. it’s more about getting eijirou there. so while you’re canoodling one night, his hand down your little pink panties he loves so much just lazily rubbin’ you, biting on your lower lip — you let him make you cum, soak through your clothes before you attack.
pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.
“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”
“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”
he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.
“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”
your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.
he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.
but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.
“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”
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how i think mha boys would do this trend :3 if you want anyone specific pls leave ur character in the comments & i'll make more parts!
part 2 here!
katsuki bakugo would be absolutely smug about it once he realized what he had to do. he wasn't one to do tiktoks with you, but he couldn't say no to your pleading eyes. katsuki would grab you and hoist you over his shoulder effortlessly and flash the camera his midle finger before pressing the button on screen to end the video.
izuku midoriya would tug on your hand with a proud smile on his face to bring you towards him. he'd be a little shy on camera, but izuku would then grab you by the face and smother it with kisses as the two of you giggled. that's his lady and yes, she is very fine!!
shoto todoroki would gently grab your hand with a soft smile on his face and lift your intertwined hands up to spin you. ARGUE WITH THE WALLLLL I AM RIGHT. he is a fella and he is (gently) grabbing his lady because his lady is FINEEEE AS HELL I TELL YOU. shoto would know what he's doing, staring at you with hearts in his eyes.
eijiro kirishima would absolutely not even hesitate to lift you up into his arms bridal style with a kiss to your cheek. eijiro would somehow maneuver his hold into a fireman's carry just to show off to the camera (and totally not you. tooootally...) just how strong he was...and how good of a boyfriend, too!
denki kaminari would do that cute dance move where he'd pull you by the hand into spin, making sure you landed securely in his arms before dipping you low enough you'd think you were about to fall. denki would top it all off with a dramatic kiss before sticking his tongue out at the camera.
hanta sero would sling himself over you back and press all of his body weight onto you, no hesitation. his arms would be tight around you, swaying you side to side before lifiting you up in that position and spinning you around. he loves you to his heart's content and wouldn't be afraid of acting silly just to prove it.
tenya iida would politely wrap his hand around your shoulder. a little stiff, but he had the spirit! he would however very quickly pull you into a hug as he saw the face of disappointment you made, large arms wrapping around you in a protective hug. tenya would be the type to proudly show you off, whether in front of a camera or not.
some of the mha boys struggle to keep their powers at bay when you make them feel... well, the way you make them feel.
a/n: YA REALLY TURN ME ONNN YOU KNOCK ME OFFA MY FEET NOW BABY MY LONELY DAYS ok soz i'll focus up. first multi yayyy. kinda cracky. includes izuku, katsuki, denki, and eijiro also izuku has his powa still
izuku
when izuku's close, the first indicator is the glow of his skin. it's subtle, enough that you may even miss it entirely, but it's not long before the obvious glowing red veins follow. they bloom under his skin, glittery and flowing as his hands grip your hips like hell. his thrusts get a little harder, and you momentarily can't tell if that's just him, or if some percentage of ofa is contributing. he learns to control himself better with experience, but the first few times, green lightning would spark off his body, and you'd learn make your peace with your life very quickly.
"...i-izu—" you'd utter in concern, though your head was mostly foggy with pleasure.
he'd know what you were about to say. "i-i'm sorry, baby, i— sh-shit, promise 'm tryin'...! you're just so... mm!"
if he's really worked up, blackwhip will flare and coil around your body, fuzzy tendrils caressing you and holding you steady so he can focus on filling you as his orgasm wracks him completely.
katsuki
katsuki talks a lot to distract you from how you're making him unravel so easily. his hands ball into fists, trying to conceal the ignition of sweat forming all over his body. "shit, baby... can you feel me...? you're so... ohh, sh-shit..."
you can hear his palms sparking, and you should probably be a little scared since you can also smell the searing of the sheets, but you can only find it in yourself to smile. "feels s'good, katsuki, please don' stop." you coo encouragingly, lifting a hand to his face.
"f-fuck, won't stop... can't... ugh..." and when he cums, his hands splay out, shooting off one muted, weak explosion from each. "ah, fuck!"
give him a moment to descend from the high and catch his breath, and the two of you will kiss as what remains of his sweat sizzles away.
"see what you do to me? fuckin' vixen..."
denki
denki is already easy like a sunday morning and you can feel static hovering over his skin before you even actually start. when you do start touching, he is incredibly focused for a rare moment in his life, eyes squeezed shut and body tense as he fights against every morsel of his body to not electrocute you.
"awww, no, no, no, nooo..." he whines to himself when he can feel the volts zipping through his veins, clutching his own hair with one hand and your hip with the other as he continues helplessly bucking up into you. "fuuuck, you feel so good, i-i caaan't..." he's sweaty, and that's certainly not helpful for conductive purposes.
you can feel the energy, and it only makes you feel more sensitive, triggering your orgasm quickly as you feel literal electricity travel between you. denki follows if he manages to last even that long, and he's careful about where he directs the tiny bolts escaping his fingertips so you don't have to worry.
still, there's a non-zero chance you come out of the bedroom with your hair standing on end.
eijiro
eijiro has occasionally pulled blood from you even without his quirk activated. his teeth are sharp, and he is careful, but there are times when he is too excited or distracted to be mindful of how deep he's biting into your shoulder.
that being said, his quirk does legitimately activate when he's fucking deep into you, release beginning to crest within him. he does a good job of being aware and holding back, but when he finally bursts, his body hardens haphazardly, first his abs, then his arms, then his chest, and then random parts of him harden and soften with each wave of pleasure that crashes over him in pulses, especially if you squeeze him after he's finished.
"s-sorry— ack— sorry, babe— oh my god, you're so fucking— fuck..."
"i-it's okay! mm!"
once he's soft (...everywhere), he slumps onto you with exhaustion and relief he didn't hurt you by accident, and he combs his fingers through your hair to soothe himself. "a-are you okay? sorry about that..." he'll say, but he's very easy to distract with a kiss so he stops his fretting.
a/n: ermmmmm this is kinda very bad actually sorry
