Those who are into small!might are super valid and sweet but my cervix heart is only for big chunky men 😭
With that being said I can't stop thinking about prime!All-might as a blushing virgin who's hands shake when he grasps your waist cause he's so scared of hurting you. So terrified of exerting any sort of pressure because he knows how delicate your soft body is compared to him. How he towers over you even when seated— how his palms engulf your tits no matter the size of them. And you drive him fucking crazy with your whines for more, deeper, harder— when it's taking every once of control in him to go slowly, gently and oh so carefully.
And that's just when he's fingering you 🥺 he takes the longest time stretching you out on his fingers you've already cum twice. But its not enough. "Hold on, sweetheart", he murmurs into your shoulder, "Just a little more".
But you can't hear him, you're too pent up, too needy, and sitting on his lap with his big chest bare for your little groping isn't enough. "Toshi', please", you sigh, squeezing on his pec when you begin to hump his fingers, "need you now".
And now he begins to panic. He thought he could prolong this by making you cum a few times, but it only made you needier. He only managed to avoid it this long because of his busy life, but now the night was quiet. You two where alone, and you ensared him with a kiss he couldn't escape from. A kiss that pulled him down to your bed and placed you in his lap. A kiss that had him panting and fumbling before he stopped you with a gentle hand on your hip, only for you to coerce him into fingering you.
But he's gone quiet. Tense. Unsure of himself and his strength, only watching you and the little smile you offer him when you finally catch his eyes.
"Toshi?" you whisper sweetly, understanding the vacant look on his expression,"Do you want to stop?"
It takes him a second longer than usual, but he smiles, stretching a grin with a half-hearted chuckle to hide his anxiety, "No I—"
"It's okay", you hum, stroking his cheek, "I like it like this too".
He opens his mouth to reassure you. The "I'm fine" almost catching flight like an automatic response agency, but when you smile at him like that. Full of love and understanding, he exhales heavily— releasing the tension he hadn't noticed was twisted inside him and manages a genuine smile for you.
"I like it too", he says quietly, the tips of his ears pink as he takes your hand and places it on his bulge, allowing you to rub him through his pants as he goes back to gently fingering you on his lap.
