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virginmirio! who’s had the biggest crush on you since your first year.

virginmirio! who would always look out for you because “it was the right thing to do.”

virginmirio! who would occasionally spy on you at school to make sure you were okay.

virginmirio! who would stay up late thinking about you

virginmirio! who lost his self control to you

virginmirio! who was now a third year harboring these same pervy tendencies

virginmirio! who moved into the ua dorms with you and knew it was the biggest blessing in the world

virginmirio! who was now an adult crushing still crushing on you in ways you couldn’t imagine

virginmirio! who even though he was the closest to the pro’s and yet he still didn’t have the balls to ask you out

virginmirio! who would laugh awkwardly whenever anyone brought up his crush on you.

virginmirio! who knew you were in your dorm. and he was just going to be friendly.. right?

“um what are you doing mirio?” you asked him with a giggle. you had been studying in your dorm for a final. it was soon to be time to debut as a pro hero. you often stayed up late cramming in anything you could. he knew this. he knew you were going to be in your tight little shorts and a dainty bra covered with a zip up hoodie. he came to your dorm knowingly that he could just phase through the wall and you wouldn’t stop him.

his intentions of being there were truly just for his own pleasure of seeing you. he had guilt about it, but not enough to stop him.

“just checkn’ in!” his face held a smile, almost looking like a cinnamon roll. but his body spoke a different language. as he spoke his arms both came up for a stretch. it had to been on purpose. he showed off his lowly hanged sweats. his hoodie crept up, giving you a glimpse of his chiseled lower body and his almost to light to notice happy trail.

“you must like me a lot to be checking in at this hour..” you giggled and watched him with a sharp eye. as his face grew with blush, and somthing else crossed his mind. you couldn’t tell, it was hard to read him with his smile unwavering.

he shook his head and chuckled, before coming to the back of your chair. he grabbed the edge of it. he leaned in, towering over you. you couldn’t help but feel like you were shrinking as he lingered behind you. he dipped his head, you could feel him move close to your neck.

his voice was low as he spoke, “whatcha workin on..” he asked like he cared. he didn’t. he didn’t even look at your homework, his gaze was only on you.

he watched as you shifted uncomfortably, gaining this new found confidence he hadn’t had in the past three years of knowing you. did him being this close really have an effect on you?

it did.

every time he was around you. he had an effect on you. he didn’t know this of course. he was too focused on you, and his own lack of self control. but now watching the way you attempted to bring your eyes to him, but stopping so slightly. it was something new.

you had become aware of the way he wasn’t looking at your homework. you now knew he was looking at you. with this realization the air grew thick. you felt hot under his gaze. you looked at him, titled your head just enough to catch a glance. his eyes were studying yours, then looking at your lips. his own face was hard to read, but his mouth parted just enough for you to notice.

without a verbal warning, he made eye contact with you. then dipped his head in to yours. taking his sweet time he tested the waters, stoping his attack just before your lips. you felt his breath as if you were breathing it in. you felt like he was trying to get you to make the move. baiting you almost.

you were shy, you wanted him to kiss you. “mirio..” it was hush, it was a whisper, it was a quiet whine. he smiled at the sound, just before he closed the gap. his lips planted on yours. it was just a peck before he pulled away to study you. worried he might’ve read the situation wrong.

it was only a second before you pulled him back in, dragging him by the collar of his hoodie you collided with him. smashing your lips against his. you moved in harmony. his hands were awkward to hold you. you were still sitting in the chair. almost on instinct his hands found your hips and he pulled you up. turning you to him he held you, your legs wrapped around his torso. the kissing had turned into somthing more. his show of raw strength made your head go fuzzy and your core ache.

you two lived in the moment together, like a primal urge your back arched. you grinded your clothed pussy against him. you felt his cock harden under you. you heard his groan, you felt it against your lips. “fuckkk…” he whined against your lips. it was a low groan. but his voice was just so hot it made you want more.

he took you to your bed, still in his arms he sat you down. you now strattled him, but you never stopped rutting again him. your hips rolled over and over again. your sopping pussy was now drooling through your tiny shorts. you parted lips with him. your lustful vision met his. you were so pretty for him.

he shifted under you, before moaning “aw..ah-fuck-ah..!” he hid his face into your neck. and pumped his hips up into your clothed core. he was gonna come. a new panic sept into his emotions. but the panic didn’t overcome the lust he had for you. neither did your hips faulter. your hips rolled, over and over and over. your mouth parted as you humped against him.

virginmirio! who came in his pants just from you grinding on him.

[melancholiclace]

HEAR ME OUT.

MIRIO FASES THRU THE DOOR AND SEES READER IN THE SHOWER, AND IT GETS

freaky

(smut)

hiii, this one actually made giggle. ty for the req, i had fun making this one! i feel like mirio doesn't get enough love!!!

warning for nsfw; obvi mirio breaks into your bathroom (not maliciously), your bf is kind of pervy, oral sex in a shower, established relationship

mirio togata x f!reader - you perv

also we're going to ignore the fact that his quirk makes his regular clothes fall off just this once—miiiigghhhttt utilize that in another fic though

"Babe? Are you home?"

A pause.

"Darling girlfriend of mine?"

Mirio's voice was left unreplied to as he stood alone in your dorm. He was still absently texting you to see if you were out somewhere else, not quite paying attention to anything yet idly appreciating the view of your dorm. Little trinkets, posters, gifts, clothes, things of yours that reminded him of how much he loved you and the person you were. Then he heard water running—from the bathroom.

Absentmindedly, he left his phone on the bed and started towards the door—he simply thought it was the sink and maybe you were still getting ready for the date he'd planned for you two later. He scouted a new cafe while on a mock patrol and thought that you'd loved it, so he texted you to be ready before three but didn't tell you where; he wanted it to be a surprise!

Little did he know he was the one who was going to be surprised, though. He knocked on the bathroom door twice and called for you again. "Baby? It's me! Are you okay in there?"

The handle didn't give when he jiggled it, and his other calls for you went unanswered too.

When there was no response entirely, the tiniest bit of worry pricked him. Did you leave the faucet running or something? He didn't want your sink to overflow... Or did you faint? Were you hurt in there?

He didn't expect you to be shocked to see him if you were indeed inside. You knew he was coming, right?

Mirio, still without giving what he was doing much thought, activated his quirk and phased his body through the door, a tad bored and unfocused as he did—until he was on the other side of it.

You hadn't left the sink on; no, you had the shower on. The glass doors were foggy, the room warm from the boiling hot showers Mirio knew you liked to take. And through the clouded shower doors, he saw the blurry outline of you.

Oh god. He didn't want to be a creep! And he didn't want to scare you—but he didn't want to leave. I mean, he's your boyfriend, it wouldn't be so wrong to sneak in, would it?

Face flushed, he settled on undressing himself. He was going to knock on the glass before letting you know he was there with you, but he was so distracted by the thought of you naked and wet and alone, oh so alone, in the shower that he didn't even think of his quirk—which was still active—and he ended up phasing inside the shower when he tried to get a peek inside.

You'd been in the middle of scrubbing yourself, dreamily wondering of what cute date your loving boyfriend could've planned for you—when that very aforementioned boyfriend stumbled into the shower with you.

You let out a bloodcurdling scream and immediately weaponized your loofah by chucking it at the intruder. Mirio groaned, the loofah ineffectively bouncing off his bare body. He's caught himself against the wall, but not without his head recoiling after being bumped.

Next you threw your bottle of fruity shampoo, which startled Mirio. He tried to catch it but it ended up hitting him and falling onto the floor of the shower. "Ow! What are you doing!"

"What am I doing?" You hugged your chest, though the preservation of your modesty was barely your first priority in that moment. "What are you doing?! You pervert! You're the one who broke into my shower! While I'm using it!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry—hey!" You smacked his arm as he tried to sheepishly defend himself. And you were about to throw the sliding door aside and step out, still hugging yourself, but before you could do that, Mirio grabbed you and dragged you back against him with one strong, skin-to-skin hug. "Where ya going?"

He always tried to be a gentleman to you—but one thing you knew about your boyfriend was that he was pathetic when it came you. He always tried to please you first, begged you for any sort of pleasure—he was down bad, completely willing to plead and whine for what he wanted without shame.

"Don't tell me you're getting out," said Mirio. "I didn't mean to interrupt..."

You narrowed your eyes. "Well, you did."

He didn't let up when you squirmed against him, and he even had the audacity to kiss your neck and shamelessly smell the fresh bodywash on your skin. "We'll still go out, right? You're not mad?"

Internally groaning, you couldn't help but soften as he began kissing down to your shoulders and up to your temples. "No, I'm not mad. But you can't just come in here anymore! You need to knock."

"I did knock," he murmured against your shoulder. "And I yelled for you. You just didn't hear me. I was going to knock on the shower door, but what if I scared you? You could've fallen and hurt yourself, honey..."

"You're not going to make me forget this by sweet-talking."

"I know," he said, "but can we still have some fun in here? Just before we go out... unless you want to finish your shower, or you're not in the mood—I understand."

You turned so that your chest pressed against him. You smirked slightly when he stared at your tits, sudsy and wet still. Theatrically rolling your eyes, you said, "Well, I guess so. But you owe me."

"I'd owe you anything if it got me this..."

He sunk to his knees before you, thankful for how roomy your shower was. Hands roaming down your waist and hips, not before squeezing your breasts and rolling your nipples, he found purchase on your thighs and pushed you up—which made you yelp.

He'd put you in a wall sit—your legs over his shoulders with his body acting as structural support.

"M-Miri—like this? Are you sure? You might get tired and drop me," you said.

Mirio was barely listening to you, already too mesmerized by your pretty pussy. He slid his finger along the slit and sides of you, then began to rub your attention-starved clit before inserting one finger in you, careful and gentle in his movements. "Huh? Don't worry, hon. You know I'm one of the strongest."

That was true; Mirio had asked to use you for weight training on multiple occasions. At first, you were of course offended and a little hesitant of what he implied by asking to use you as a dumbbell—but then he gladly clarified that he wanted to be able to lift you in order to be able to lift people who were in danger and also lift you especially for... multiple reasons.

And you couldn't really protest any. Mirio had already pumped two fingers in you a few times, licked the taste clean off his fingers, then delved in to eat you out like a man starved.

You held onto his drenched hair, trying not to lose balance—which was hard because of how hard he gripped your thighs around his head. The view was straight out of a raunchy romance novel. His muscles flexing almost erotically, soaking wet, droplets of water shining off his perfect figure. You wet (in more than one way), shaking from how good he was making you feel—feeling slightly ridiculous from the fact Mirio had turned him invading your shower into you indulging his pussy-whipped self.

He teased you, gave you long and short licks, going deep and shallow with he tongue-fucked you, alternated between devouring and nibbling on your clit.

And as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, he pulled a string of pornographic moans from you. When you finally came, he didn't come up for air or move out of the warm stream of the shower's waterfall until he was satisfied that he licked you through the orgasm and lapped all of you up.

You wavered on your feet, thankful that Mirio had the mind to lift you up and clean you both up. You imagined his knees were damn well sore, but he looked too pleased with himself for you to ruin his afterglow with trivial questions.

After he carried you both out of the bathroom, still slightly damp and smelling of your bodywash, he dumped you gently on the bed and crawled over to cuddle you. "New plan—nap before we go out?"

You smiled as he pulled a blanket over both of you. "Sounds good."

He hovered over you briefly before kissing your cheek, a reverent sigh escaping him. "Thanks for not killing me with your shampoo. I love you."

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled atop his relaxed body. "I love you too, you perv."

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hihi, reqs are still open<3 you can check out my other posts but know that i really like writing sfw/nsfw (any kinks and daydreams and fun little ideas!!!) for mha, kny, and jjk!

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Yo... will you contribute to the mirio revival? Will you add another post to the mirio x reader tag that isnt me? 😛 UGH MIRIO IS SO FINE HES SO GORGEOUS AND DELICIOUS. If you're willing to/only if you want to, spread the mirio propaganda, you should write perv pro hero mirio :3

OH MY GOD I LOVE MIRIO SO MUCH HES SO FINE. No one understands ball like i do🥲

Pervert Mirio Headcanons

Part 2 Part 3

Mirio who has everyone fooled. Nobody would ever consider him a pervert. Even thinking that would be criminal. He’s so sweet, the perfect “big brother” he’s too goofy and protective over his loved ones. So to even suggest him being a pervert is just absurd.

Mirio who’s definitely not what everything thinks he is. He’s the complete opposite in fact, well maybe just for you. He had this weird fascination, one that started all the way back in high school. He’d just been able to hide it better, but now he’d been more open with his ways. He’d stopped hiding them completely. 

Mirio who loves feeling you up. Loves it. He’d even go as far to say he was addicted to you. Loved the feeling of rubbing his hands up and down your sides. Some could argue it was friendly, but even that was a stretch. For Mirio he just loved your body, even if you’d never given it to him. 

Mirio who’s using his #1 title to stalk you. As #1 He believes he needs to be everywhere at once, so that he can be there when people need him. Even though if anyone had actually checked his routes they’d see they were a complete match with yours. You don’t even know he’s there half the time. You don’t see him when you’re up on a roof top stretching, away from prying eyes. But he’s definitely watching, not once taking his eyes off you. No. He’ll even film it so he can jerk off to it later. Watching the way your suit makes you ass look so fucking good. The way your tits look like they’ll spill out. He’s so hard, and his suit does little to hide it. 

Mirio who loves when you and your friends drink in his living room. Loves how clingy you get when you’re tipsy. So when his friends leave he’s carrying you to his bed and cuddling you all night long, maybe grinding his dick into your back while he spoons you. He’s never asked if you remember any of it. A part of him finds a thrill in it. If he’s feeling particularly bold he’ll jerk off right next to you. He’s still scared of waking you so having to finish into a tissue will have to do for now. 

Mirio who loves when you and Nejire have a girls night. He’s crashed more than enough to know that. He loves walking into the two of you just wrapped in towels, doing each other's hair and nails. He loves watching you do anything, but he particularly loves when the towel slowly begins to slip down your body and ultimately flashes him. And if he’s sneaky enough he can set up his phone to make it look like he’s taking a selfie with you two. (But he’s really just waiting for the moment the towel falls.)

Mirio who watches porn when he’s alone. His favourite kind? Just happens to be people “Cosplaying” as you. Loves when they look just like you. Wearing a replica of your costume, a wig to match your hair. He loves how wrecked they look by the end. He takes note of what looks good. What positions he’d like to try with you, he’s grown fully immersed in it. Genuinely trying to convince himself that it’s the two of you. He just cannot get you out of his head.

Mirio who “jokingly” asks to fuck. But it’s really just not a joke. He’s just watching to gauge your reaction. To see if the idea genuinely puts you off or if you seem turned on by it. And if it’s the latter of the two. Oh you’re in for it, his behaviour gets infinitely worse.

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How they react to your praise during sex...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment? All characters are aged up.

Featuring Aged Up: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Denki Kaminari, Mirio Togata, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, Mashirao Ojiro

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku lives for praise—it completely breaks him in the best way.

He’s so eager to please that the moment you moan "You feel so good, Izuku," he shudders and starts thrusting deeper.

He becomes desperate to hear more, getting lost in your voice.

If you whisper, "You're perfect," he groans and loses all restraint.

Izuku is panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you, slow but deep.

"Am I…" his voice shakes. "Am I making you feel good?"

You cup his cheek, brushing your lips over his jaw. "Izuku, you feel so good. You’re perfect."

His hips stutter. His hands tighten.

"F-fuck," he whimpers.

Your lips brush against his ear. "You’re incredible, Izuku. I love the way you make me feel."

He groans, trembles, and suddenly snaps his hips forward—harder, faster, completely wrecked.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto pretends to be unaffected, but the second you moan "You feel so good, Shoto," his hips stutter.

His body temperature spikes when you praise him.

If you whisper "I love the way you touch me," he physically trembles.

The moment he hears you tell him "You’re amazing," he completely loses control.

Shoto’s jaw clenched, his breath hot against your skin as he tried to keep his composure.

"You feel so good, baby," you whispered.

His hips jerked.

You smirked. So that’s what gets him.

"You’re amazing, Shoto," you moaned.

His whole body shivered. His grip tightened on your hips, and suddenly—

His rhythm snapped, his movements desperate, uncontrolled.

"You… you shouldn’t say things like that," he gasped, burying himself deeper, trembling as you praised him again.

Tenya Iida

Tenya takes sex seriously—he treats it like a task that must be executed perfectly.

If you praise him, he takes it as a personal challenge to do even better.

When you say "You’re so strong, Tenya," he groans loudly and grips you tighter.

If you call him "perfect," he immediately speeds up, desperate to prove you right.

Tenya was already panting, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into you with perfect, rhythmic thrusts.

"God," you moaned, digging your nails into his back. "You're so strong, Tenya."

His hips snapped forward harder.

"I—" His breath hitched. "I want to be perfect for you—"

"You are perfect," you whispered.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

He wrapped your legs around his waist, lifted you slightly, and slammed into you deeper, faster, harder— his need to please you overriding all sense of control.

Denki Kaminari

Denki actively asks for praise. "Tell me how good I am, baby—please."

The moment you say something like "God, you feel so good, Denki," he immediately moans and almost short-circuits.

If you call him "a good boy," he will literally whimper.

Denki’s lips were hot against your skin, his thrusts erratic, desperate.

"F-fuck," he gasped. "You—god, you feel so good, baby."

"You do too," you whispered, brushing your lips over his ear. "You’re so good, Denki. So perfect."

His whole body shuddered. His hands tightened on your hips.

"Shit," he moaned, burying his face in your neck.

"You’re my good boy," you murmured.

Denki whimpered.

A low, broken groan escaped him, and suddenly he was grinding into you harder, deeper, completely wrecked by your words.

Mirio Togata

Mirio is already confident, but praise just fuels him even more.

If you say "No one’s ever made me feel this good before," he grins and pounds into you harder.

If you moan "I love your cock, Mirio," he completely loses it.

Mirio’s grin was cocky, but his eyes were dark with hunger.

"You feel amazing," you moaned.

"Yeah?" he smirked, thrusting deeper.

You clawed at his back. "So good, Mirio—no one’s ever made me feel like this."

His smirk faltered—his pupils blown wide.

"Shit," he whispered, snapping his hips forward harder.

He grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher, hitting deeper— desperate to hear you say it again.

Hanta Sero

Sero is casual about sex at first—but the moment you start praising him, he completely loses it.

If you whisper "You feel so big inside me," he groans and grips your thighs tighter.

"You’re so good at this," you murmured.

Sero choked on a breath.

You smirked. "You feel so big inside me, baby."

His hips snapped forward—harder, deeper.

"F-fuck," he gasped.

"You stretch me out so well, Hanta."

He groaned loudly, his rhythm breaking entirely as he buried himself deeper, completely lost in your words.

Koji Koda

Koda is naturally gentle, but if you praise him, he gets deeply emotional and intense.

If you say "You make me feel so safe," he groans softly and buries his face in your neck.

"You make me feel so safe, Koji," you whispered.

Koji shuddered, his grip tightening as he slowly thrust deeper.

"Y-you mean that?"

You kissed his jaw. "More than anything."

A low, deep groan rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

His pace changed—deeper, more deliberate, as if determined to show you just how much he adored you.

Mashirao Ojiro

Ojiro loves being strong for you, and the moment you mention it, he gets possessive.

If you whisper "You’re so strong, Ojiro," he grabs you harder and loses all control.

"You’re so strong," you murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw.

Ojiro growled softly, his tail wrapping around your thigh.

"Say it again."

"You’re so—"

He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you to the bed, his hips snapping forward, his muscles tense with need.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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Decided to share some of the bnha fanarts I did a couple of years ago.

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