"too heavy?" fuck that. (pt.2)
In which you say you're 'too heavy' to sit on MHA guys face & they strongly disagree
starring: h.yamada/present mic, s.aizawa, h.shinso, n.monoma, h.sero, k.takami/hawks + bonus toshinori (smallmight version), nighteye & dabi!
an: real name spoilers in the bonus if ur not caught up-, iykyk. But whewww I got a little carried away with this one😩 it's longer than pt.1 and we got some bonus characters that I originally didn't think I'd do.
part 1 here!! My masterlist
Hizashi is loud and talkative, and that doesn't change in bed.
He asks (more like demands) you to sit on his face. “Get over here and sit on my face to shut me up then, baby!” He says, loudly, after you've thrown a pillow at him and told him to shut up.
You were resting on a chair, wearing only a big t-shirt and panties, and he was in just his pajama pants. You're eager to have his mouth on you, even though you are feeling a little insecure with yourself, so you obey. You get up from your seat on the chair and walk over to the bed.
He quickly lies down, head close to your legs. “Oh yeah, baby. Come on, sit. Please, don't make me wait.” He immediately whines, staring up at you expectantly. Hes always impatient and desperate for you even if he'd just tasted you the day before. His fingers hook into your panties and pull them down, as he practically drools at the sight. You climb over him and finally settle your pussy over his awaiting mouth. He hums into you, appreciatively, as if he's just tasted his favorite dessert. He brings his hands to grip your hips, trying to pull you into his mouth, trying to pull the entirety of your weight into him. When you don't give in, his brows furrow. He pulls away a little, looking up at you, before tightening his grip on one of your hips.
“Why are you so tense? I want you to sit, not float, princess” He questions, and you sigh, resting your hands on your thighs to help you stay kneeling instead of sitting fully.
“I don't know. Im too heavy, I don't want to suffocate you..” You admit.
“WHAT??” He questions, voice booming through the apartment as his eyes widen in surprise. His thumbs rub circles on your hips, and he lowers his voice tentatively. “You're wrong, baby. You're fucking perfect, always have been. So sit that perfect pussy on my face.” He says. You hesitate for just a second, but he looks at you with a warning. “NOW.” He demands, hands gripping your hips harder as he looks up at you with stern eyes- there's no getting out of this.
When you finally do sit, he buries himself in you savagely. He's devouring you, all the while groaning and moaning into your cunt as if he could cum in his pants just from eating you. The moans are vibrating against you adding to the mind numbing pleasure. His tongue delves between your folds, into the hole, out and back up to your clit. He circles it, swirls it, and laps up every last drop of juices. Your moans are like music to his ears, and he loses himself in your dripping cunt as he wrings out every last sound. You cum, and he doesn't stop, he's merciless once he's got you trapped.
He keeps going until you're screaming, grabbing his head by his long blonde locks and pulling, begging “OH PLEASE…. HIZASHI, I CANT!” His face is dripping, coated in the arousal from him forcing your poor cunt to squirt more than once.
When he pulls away, he sees you exhausted, falling down onto him, and he flips you so you're now lying on the bed and he's hovering over you. He leans in close, his voice is low, gravelly and serious. “That was amazing. Don't ever talk down on yourself again, or I'm pushing you even further next time.” He warns, pulling the blanket up over your body. He lies down, pulling you close to him, and kisses your head. After awhile, he makes you food, runs you a bath and you talk more about why you've been feeling insecure. He's a talker, and you'll get to the root of the issue and have 10 solutions within the night. You don't mind, though. It just reminds you how much he loves you.
Shota is all low voice, bruising grip and no nonsense. You'd been teasing him all day, and he'd finally hauled you up over his mouth and was prepared to show you the consequences of your teasing. When you refuse to sit, he'll first just try to pull you in. Maybe you're just trying to get him to be rough, like you do sometimes. When that doesn't work, he'll look up at you with those intimidating eyes.
“What's gotten into you? Are you not in the mood?” He asks, wondering if maybe you're just forcing yourself to do this to please him. “I won't force you for my own pleasure. I thought those messages you sent me earlier were an indicator that you're feeling needy.”
He adjusts you so you're sitting on his chest now, but he's looking right up into your eyes as if your pussy isn't pulsating so close to him.
“It's not that I'm not in the mood. I want you so badly, Shota. It's….I just feel like I'm getting too heavy. I don't want to crush you or something.” He scoffs, as if you're wasting his time. As if it's completely unreasonable and illogical to think that.
“Crush me? Where is the logic in that, Darling? I've been through way more than my perfect girl sitting on my fuckin face. You're not too heavy.” He says, looking up at you as if he's scolding you. As if talking down on yourself is a rule that's now been disobeyed. “Since you underestimate me, let me show you just how much I can handle. Let's hope you can handle the same” He says, and this time you don't stop him from pulling you in.
He growls low in his throat when he finally tastes you, and it's like a primal side of him has been unlocked. He's pulling you in impossibly close, lapping at your juices and dancing his tongue through your folds. He makes you cum quickly, and he doesn't stop there. He couldn't stop there, he needs to push you further. He needs to show you that there's nothing he can't handle when it comes to you, especially your perfect body sitting on him. You're a whimpering, sweaty mess when he finally stops. You're breathing is ragged, and his face is drenched.
He smiles as you slide down his body and rest on top of him. He plants a kiss to your lips, and you can taste yourself on his lips. “Sleep with me, angel. We can eat when we wake up.” He says, stroking your hair softly as he closes his eyes. He's always tired after fooling around, even if he's left hard and aching for you. You'll deal with that later, for now it's just soft breaths and gentle touches as you both doze off.
Hitoshi would really not have any time for your nonsense. He's waiting for you to finally sit, looking up at you with tired eyes, but you're resisting.
“You don't know how to sit or something?” He asks, looking at you with his tired eyes as if you're almost irritating him, low voice hoarse with desire.
“I'm too heavy for that, Hitoshi. This is good, I can hold myself up a bit.” He rolls his eyes, as if you're just trying to give him a headache. He could just order you to sit, but he'd never use his quirk on you that way. Partially because he wouldn't ever need to, partially because he loves you so deeply that he wants to know you want everything he has to offer. He couldn't live with himself if he forced you.
“And I suppose I'm just weak, too weak to handle my own girlfriend, huh?” He asks, deep voice teasing and slow. “Guess all those times I've thrown you over my shoulder, carried you around, hell, even lifted you up in my binding cloths slipped your mind, didn't they?” You shake your head, just as he slides up from under you.
“What if you suffocate, I don't know!” You're sitting on the couch now, as he heads to the closet and emerges with his binding scarf wrapped perfectly around his neck.
“Well, that's for me to decide, I'd say.” He says, low and deep. He returns to your side on the couch. “Tell me no, and I won't.” He offers, and you know he's going to bind you. He's done it before, but only when you're okay with it.
“I want it…” You breathe. He smiles softly before wrapping his scarf around your body, around your wrists. He has one end in each hand, and it's wrapped around you so you can't really move too much. He pulls you on top of him, lying back down and positioning you over his mouth easily.
“I won't push you past your limits, but you know what to do if you need me to stop, right?” You nod, confirming your safe word. “Now be my good girl and sit.” He demands, before pulling you down onto his mouth, using his scarf to keep you firmly against him.
He truly loses himself in you, feeling gratified when he can make you feel good. It's the most amazing feeling to him, knowing he can make you come apart completely all on his own. His tongue moves so masterfully, you'd think he took a master class in it. He never gets tired, never loses his stamina. He makes you cum at least 3 times if you're on his face, though he could live between your thighs and still be unsatisfied.
After, he unties you and inspects you for any red marks. He'll kiss every inch of you, with special attention to any marks. “Don't ever deny me your body again. Not if it's for insecurity. If you don't want it, that's one thing, but don't ever assume I don't.” He says, as he kisses you. He cleans you up, showers with you, and you sleep cuddled up under the blanket. He watches you as you sleep for a bit, always one to have trouble truly relaxing, but soon he plants one final kiss to your hair and dozes off.
Neito Monoma would laugh, actually laugh when you try to hover above his mouth. He’d use it as the perfect opportunity to brag on his IMPECCABLE skill.
“Aww what's wrong? Poor baby can't handle my incredible tongue? I know it's pretty exceptional, but I thought my girl could handle it.” He mocks. You whine at the teasing, but try to defend yourself anyway.
“No! It's not that I can't handle it, I just…I feel like I'm too heavy. I'm just trying to be careful.”
He scoffs then, sounding as if you've just offended not only him, but his entire lineage. “Oh, so you think I can't handle you? Is that it?” He laughs again, almost condescending in the way he teases. “Get real, princess. Thought I was your perfect man.” He teases, pouting at you as if you're simply being mean for the sake of it.
You finally sigh, saying. “You are my perfect man, Nei.” And he just tuts, looking up at you with an expectant gaze.
“Then be my perfect girl and sit." He demands, finally gripping your plush skin in his fingers and pulling you against his mouth.
He's an overachiever, licking across your folds with expert precision and forcing multiple orgasms out of you easily. His tongue delves into each and every inch, sucking and kissing as if you're the most sacred treasure. You're obsessed with the view, having your cocky man under you, absolutely lost in you, worshipping you. He spells his name across your clit, as if he's signing that it's all his. After you've cum so many times you're crying, he'll let you get up.
And though he's all teasing and attitude to everyone in the world, he takes great care of you after. After all, a king needs his queen to be spoiled, (and the more attention he gives you the more you shower him with love in return.).
“You're perfect. You love when I make you feel so good, don't you?” He says, playing with your hair gently as you lie on his lap.
“I do. You're amazing, Neito.” You say, and he smiles, proud as hell.
“Say that again, baby.” He says with a cocky smirk.
Hanta Sero is so compassionate, but he's such a tease. You're both naked, fresh out of the shower, and when he asks you to sit on his face, you're a little shy. You laugh a little, just short breaths through your nose, as if he was kidding. His tape snaps out quickly, wrapping around your wrist. You blush and give in, letting him pull you in close.
“I'm not kidding. C'mon, don't be shy. I've used my mouth on you before, but I just wanna drown in you right now.” He pleads, backing you both up towards the bed, and you can't possibly deny him such a request. After all, he's offering to pleasure you with no promise of you returning the favor.
“Okay, Hanta…” You say, as he lies down and helps you settle above his mouth. You're a little nervous at being on top of him this way. You're not sure if he'll be safe, if he can even breathe. The thoughts get the best of you and you don't allow yourself to fully sit.
“Lower, babygirl. Just sit.” He prompts, gentle hands rubbing your ass, your back, your thighs.
“I'm just a little nervous, Han…what if I'm too heavy?” You ask, and he scoffs.
“Too heavy? Are you joking?” He says with a chuckle. You shake your head 'no', and he sighs solemnly and shakes his head.
“Hey, you know you're perfect, right? I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't really want it. Let me show you how perfect I think you are.” His hands are resting on your hips now, and he's blinking up at you with these pleading eyes. You don't give in at first, still a little insecure. “Come on, princess. Don't you want to cum all over my face? See me helpless beneath you…grind it and ride it until you're completely spent?”
His words are like gasoline to the flame inside you, and you finally give in. You allow yourself to sit, and he hums happily into you. He makes good on all his teasing, when he makes you cum on his face multiple times. His hands never stop roaming your body, his eyes stare up at you from his place between your legs. Every time you meet his gaze and he sees your blissed-out expression, he moans. He's so hard he's aching, and you can feel his legs shaking. All it takes is you leaning back and rubbing him with his palm through his boxers a couple times and he's cumming, groaning into your cunt.
After, you shower together and he washes you. “Fuck, I can't believe your pussy made me cum in my boxers. That's a little embarrassing.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You just smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “No it's not. It made me feel good. You think I'm that hot?” You ask, smiling as you kiss his chin.
He smiles as he looks down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your forehead. “I think you're perfect. The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.”
Keigo wants you to sit on his face so bad, he begs. He has you right where he wants you, climbing over his face.
He whistles as soon as he catches a glimpse. “Fuck, baby. What a view.” He says, admiring your already wet cunt.
He'd been teasing you, touching you just where he knew drove you crazy, using his feathers to randomly ghost past your neck, your thighs. He'd kept it up all day, and you were so desperate for release. But, once you're above him you can't help but overthink it. He tries to lean his head up, burying his face into your cunt as he begins to lick and suck. He tries to pull you down more, but you resist.
He drops his head and looks up at you. “You're holding back on me, little bird. Talk to me, what's stopping you?” He asks, in between soft kisses to your thighs, wherever he can reach.
“Keigo, it's just…I don't know. Maybe I'm too heavy? What if I hurt you?”
He shakes his head, furrowing his brows. “Oh, baby, no. Don't think that. You're gorgeous.” He says, kissing your thigh again, while his hands run gently along your skin. “Please sit on my face, baby? Please? I'm begging you. I'll get on my knees and beg if you want. If you want the Hawks on his knees begging, I can do that.” He pleads, and you just blush and laugh.
“Okay, okay. But if I hurt you, throw me off.” You say, and he rolls his eyes but smirks.
“Deal. But I guarantee you won't. You're light as a feather.” He says, and then he lands a harsh smack to your ass before pulling you down so you can't resist giving him your full weight any longer.
He's desperate between your legs, and he always devours you like you're his last meal. Your sensitive clit is sucked, rubbed, licked with perfect pressure. His pace is steady, and when he brings a feather to run along your body, from your navel to your breasts, you shudder. He feels the way you pulse, the way your cunt twitches, and he pushes you through your orgasm. He doesn't stop until you're shaking, and begging him for mercy. He loves the sound of your voice when you're that needy, that desperate, begging for a break before you lose your mind completely. When you're done, he takes a bath with you, holding you against his chest comfortably.
"My perfect girl. You make me so happy." He croons, as his hands trail all over your body. He makes a point to carry you to the bath, and to bed after, as if to prove that you were wrong about being too heavy. He touches your body all over that night. It's not even sexual, just reverent and loving. He worships every inch of you, and your insecurity is thrown to the wind.
BONUS!!!
Toshinori gets anxious when you resist sitting on his face. You hover above him,and when he tries to pull you in closer you don't.
“I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?” He asks, concern in his voice. He sits up, helping you to slide down onto the couch as he does.
“No, Toshi, you're fine. It's me. I feel like I'm too heavy.” You say, and you see his eyes look a bit sad. He takes it personally, as if you think he's too weak now to handle you.
“We've done it before. You weren't too heavy. Is it that now you think I'm weak? Or you're not interested in this sort of thing with me anymore?” He asks, insecure about himself.
You didn't even think he'd see your reluctance as you believing he's weak now, or that you're not as attracted to him.
“No! No, baby, that's not it at all. You're so strong. I know you can handle me. I'm just being mean to myself, I guess.” You reassure him, as you feel his hands running along all your body. He's staring down at your skin as if you're a goddess. He looks like he's in love with every inch of you.
“You shouldn't shame yourself, young lady.” He scolds, and you blush a little. He's not that much older than you, but the name still sends heat to your core sometimes. It's like being scolded by a teacher, and he knows it gets to you. “I'm going to make you fall apart on me, then we'll see who's too weak to handle you.” He warns, dangerously, as he settles you back above his mouth.
He pulls you in and you lose your resolve as soon as his mouth meets your cunt. You relax, your full weight pinning him down, and he moans out a happy ‘mmhmm’ from between your legs. You grind against his face, and your hands come to grab onto his blonde hair. He looks up at you and you can't hold it together anymore, cumming hard all over his face. He pushes you to a couple more, until he's satisfied and convinced you'll never think he can't handle you again.
“Fuck, Toshinori…you're so good.” You say,out of breath, as you climb off of him.
He pulls you down on top of him in a hug, holding you close to his body. “You're perfect. Say it.” He says, kissing your face. You blush, but you know he won't let you go until you do.
“I'm perfect.” You say, reluctantly.
“Your turn.” You prompt, poking him.
“I'm perfect.” He says, just as reluctantly as you did, but that's why you have each other to help.
“5 minutes. Then I'll make us some pork cutlets.” He says, nuzzling into your hair. You hum happily and rest.
Sir Nighteye just smiles. In a knowing, “already knew you would” way. He doesn't even need to use foresight on you, he knows you that well. So when he asks you to sit on his face and you hover your beautiful ass above his mouth, all shy (as if he hasn't been buried deep in you 1,000 times already) he chuckles. His smile spreads across his face, and he looks up at your blushy face.
“Ah-ah. This won't do.” He scolds. “What on earth has gotten into my girl?”
“I've gained weight, Mirai. I'm just worried I'm….too heavy” You say the words with a shame that is just unacceptable in his eyes.
“Too heavy?” He questions, gaze darkening. Then, your nerves about your body are completely thrown out the window as the nerves about what he's thinking take over. He frowns, frowns at you. “That sort of negativity has no place here, in our bedroom. You're aware that I think you're the most beautiful creation this earth has to offer, right?”
You blush, unable to fully resist the small smile that begins creeping up. He grips your hips in his hands, digging his fingers possessively into your flesh. “Why are you holding back that smile, darling? Will I need to take more…convincing measures?”
You immediately flash back to the other week, after having a nasty attitude with him got you tickled until you cried, and you shake your head. “No, sir!” He smiles again at your sudden obedience. He always knew just how to keep you in line, always caring for your benefit and happiness.
“Well, then. If you don't sit that beautiful pussy on me within the next 5 seconds, no amount of begging will save you.” He warns, a dangerous smile and an even more dangerous lookin his eyes. His vulgar words make you bashful again, but you do as he asks. He delves into you like a man starved, though every move is calculated. He licks around your sensitive nub with precision, large and long fingers coming to rub your entrance. When he feels you've soaked his hand enough he finally slides two fingers in, curling and thrusting just perfectly.
You hear him chuckle as you clench around him, feel his grin as he's lapping up your juices. When you release, cumming hard on his face, he keeps going, coaxing out as many more orgasms from you as he pleases. He's not happy until you're blissed out, a dopey smile on your face as you shake off the daze of your climax.
“You did well, darling. You're so beautiful when you're happy and relaxed like this.” He says, as he picks you up to carry you to the shower. He takes care of you, and ensures he never catches you talking down on yourself again. He even pays extra attention to your least favorite parts in the future, kissing and stroking them gently as if his hands could heal you.
Dabi is mean when you don't give him what he wants. His hands aren't meant to hold gently, his voice isn't meant to speak sweet nothings. Now, he'll praise you and compliment you, but he's not soft by any means. So when he says sit, he means SIT. You make the mistake of hovering, and he growls, irritated. “You fuckin kidding me? Whats your problem?” He asks, annoyed at your resistance. You're usually putty in his hands, just the way he likes. “I'm just….I feel like I'm too heavy, I don't know.” You say, growing more nervous about disappointing him now that you're voicing your insecurities. “Shut up, don't be stupid.” He scolds, gripping your hips with his hands harshly. His grip is firm, almost bruising. “You’re mine. Wouldn't make you mine if you weren't perfect. So stop talking shit about what I own. Or maybe I should burn my name into your skin so you remember?” He threatens, and you shiver. Your breathing is quickening, and he warms his hand with flames up just enough that it'll sting when he slaps your ass with a firm hand. You tell, and drop onto his mouth, unable to stay steady from the harsh slap. He licks you slowly, savoring it, taking his time. He doesn't let you cum right away, oh no, he makes you wait. Especially after testing his patience and making him convince you. He slowly sucks on your clit, bringing a finger to slip inside, savoring how wet you are.
“Oh, fuck! Can I cum?” You ask, desperation laced through your voice.
“Ah-ah. Hold it.” He scolds, continuing his ministrations with a dangerous smirk. He loves the way you fall apart, the way he can feel you clenching around his fingers as you chase your release.
“It's too much…I can't..” You whine, trying to hold back, but knowing you'll be overwhelmed soon. “Please..Touya?”
He lets out a dark chuckle, raspy and deep in his throat. “You gonna say any more stupid shit?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt for just enough time to speak, before diving back in. When you don't answer right away, he slaps your ass, causing you to cry out.
“N-no! I won't! I promise.” You plead, grinding against his face desperately as you hold back the orgasm that's been threatening to burst for far too long.
He pulls away, his gravelly voice cutting through your haze. “Alright, go ahead and let go. Show me how good I make you feel.” He instructs, before returning his mouth to your aching clit and coaxing you through the orgasm. You cum so hard your vision blurs, and you lose yourself for a few moments. You don't even notice at first that he's rolled you off of him and is above you, fingers still buried deep inside. You shudder as you come down, opening your eyes and taking in the sight of him above you. He pulls his fingers out, licking them before shoving them into your mouth, and you suck them clean. “That's it. Such a dirty fucking slut for me. You're all mine, aren't you?” He teases, and you blink up at him with dazed, bleary eyes.
“I'm all yours.” You whisper.
“Good.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. It's a rare, soft gesture, and it's punctuated by a quick kiss to your lips. He leaves you on the couch as he goes to get something to eat for the both of you. And though he's not one for cuddles, or too much gentle affection, he lets you rest your back to his chest while you relax together watching TV, and you feel his chin rest on your head. It's as loving as he can be right now, but it's enough to remind you that you're all he needs.
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