fanfiction and shitposting

Toshinori is flushed and sweating, watching in almost distraught fascination as you wiggle out of your tight work skirt where you kneel between his legs. Somehow his cock is already out, embarrassingly hard and flushed, leaving a dark stain against his half-undone white dress shirt.

You're a seductress in a thong, shirt and bra tossed aside. You peer at him with a desire that scares him, because how could you desire him of all people? A wraith of the hero he used to be, guts a constant ache under his ill-fit suit, barely held inside himself by the ugly, twisted scar that nearly killed him.

"I've wanted this for so long," you breathe against his mouth, crawling forward to kiss him sloppy again. He responds eagerly, trembling hands caressing your arms. You're so warm compared to him, and he hopes his fingers aren't too cold for you, won't be the thing that truly scares you off from this moment, because he doesn't think he'll be able to keep himself from touching you.

"I--" His voice is a wet gasp, lashes fluttering, brows drawn down in earnest desperation over his gaunt face. "So have I."

You're grinning and giggling, leaning into his space to kiss him more. He drinks all of you in, as much as he can, so when he wakes from this dream he'll surely still taste you on his tongue, even if this never was real.

Toshinori's head thumps against the wood of the headboard, panting and watching your coquettish poses and touches before him. His hands trail yours, no doubt an invitation to weigh your tits in his hands and test the give of the fat in your thighs and waist. You moan for him, pet him, gaze at him where you kneel like a goddess before him and sway your hips back and forth, and he thinks he could die right now completely at peace.

You twist and turn, his hands skimming your soft skin. He's so all over the place he's not even sure when you turned around to show him your ass until he has a cheek in each hand and is groaning with a hot throb of precum making the stain on his shirt grow ever larger.

"Toshi..." You're whining and pushing your ass back into his hands, peering over your shoulder at him like he can give you everything.

A small hand traces over your side, dancing along the thin scrap of fabric that clings to your hip and disappears between your supple cheeks. Your fingers catch in it and tug it aside, revealing what was barely hidden already; the alluring ring of your asshole and the plump, shining lips of your pussy beneath it.

Toshinori gasps, whimpers, almost chokes to death when you suddenly sit yourself back on his cock, hips nestling back until it's spreading your cheeks on it's own, nothing separating his shaft from the texture of your skin.

And gods are you soft. You moan, toes curling where you're half in his lap. You're still looking over your shoulder, staring down at where his cock touches you.

"You're so big," you say. Is that disbelief in your voice? Disgust? Desire? "How are you so fucking big?"

He opens his mouth with nothing to say, and you grind back against him. His hands rest stupidly on your hips as you push your ass as far back as you can, threading his cock through the seam of your cheeks until your pussy is catching on his skin. The muscles shift with your spine as you arch like a cat in heat, but he's the one mewling as your lips spread over him, wetness smearing from the bottom of his cock to the tip, the firm bump of your clit catching on pliant skin and dragging along with it until the firmer folds of his frenulum feel it, too, his thick, leaking tip just teasing against the wet and inviting flutter of your hole.

Your hips glade back down, leaving a glittering wet smear on the underside of his cock, your asshole following after. His cock--not nearly as virulent as it used to be--bobs after you, throbbing as he sees once again your cheeks framing his length so pretty and sweet, your moans filling his ears and your eyes heavy with need.

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist and your ass, a choked sound wheezing from his throat as he cums. His body stiffens, a sad attempt to hold back, but heat and pleasure are rushing through him before his brain can even catch up about what's happening at all.

An excessive amount of cum, built up over months--nay years--bursts out across your back. Thick, heavy ropes, hot and white, shoot up to your shoulders, even getting in your hair. You gasp, eyes widening, and quickly pinch an eye shut when one even manages to hit your cheek over your shoulder.

All Might is moaning and blushing hot from horror and pleasure while he apologizes profusely. Shaking hands smear stupidly over the rivulets of cum sliding down your back and collecting in the dip of your spine, but it's only making the mess worse. Drops cascade around your hips, over your ass to his lap, even down your arm.

"I-I'm so sorry, I--" His skeletal fingers, now sticky and shining, slip against your skin when you start to laugh and wiggle your ass back against his still hard, still dribbling cock, his cum mixing with the wetness you already left behind.

He's mortified and aroused and thinks he's dying when you flutter your eyes back open, reaching up to smear the dripping cum on your chin to your mouth, sucking your fingers clean with a delighted hum.