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Izuku eats pussy with one hand clenching the base of his cock. You are sprawled over the edge of the bed, your heels pressed on his shoulders as your knees frame his half burrowed face. The sound of his mouth lapping at your clit is smothered by the groans that leak from him. If it wasn't for the firm grip on his twitching dick, he would have already cum onto your wet cunt.
Saw this image of Mirio and had to do a part 2 to my exhibitionist!Mirio drabble. Credit to Kuroshinki
Kinks: Mean Dom!Mirio, Sub!Tamaki and reader, female relieving oral, dubcon, exhibitionism, tentacle play ig
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Mirio keeps at least one hand on your body most of the day. It used to be impossible to find him without seeing his large hand wrapped around your shoulders or curled across the curve of your back, but hero work and 'professionalism' has limited him.
It also isn't uncommon for Mirio to have an in-depth conversation with Tamaki about confidence with the general public. Today, however, he has one hand wrapped around your back cupping your breast, deeming it the ideal resting spot for his impromptu pep talk. Youâre a rat caught in a trap and the small jerks you make do nothing to detach his muscled arm.
â___, can you please stop for a second Iâm talking.â
Mirioâs sharp rebuke bring a warm heat to your cheek as you soften your stance, giving in to his demands. His fingers follow a worn-out path to the furled bud of your nipple. He plucked and twisted your hardened nipple with no shame and a dexterity few can match. You can see Tamaki's bashful eyes flicker to your body every once in a while, but this is hardly the first time this has happened nor will it be the last. Despite his considerate demeanor, Tamaki makes no attempt to stop Mirio. He never has. Instead, he steals glances at the sumptuous swell of your tits, storing them for late nights and lonely weekends.
What is new is when Mirio roughly tugs down your low v neck top, allowing one soft breast to be completely revealed: the delicate ring of your arolea blending into your puckered nipple. As your breast pours over the stretched neckline, its supple fat forms creases and folds that Mirio's pale digits trace. Jiggling the soft fat to draw Tamaki's blushing attention to your exposed body. Only to curl his fingers around your nipple and tweak it, your body twitching with every graze of the bud.
At some point, mid-sentence Mirio uses his hand to pull the nipple of your breast upwards. You helplessly push your chest towards his face watching as he latches on to a nipple. His plump mouth forms a tight seal around your areola as his tongue follows tight circles around your nipple. He tears his lips away revealing your glistening flesh to Tamaki before pulling his lips away from his teeth and making a show of slowly biting into the very tip of your tit. You squeal at the jolt of pain that shoots up your body, but your hips can't stop rubbing against the seat looking for some friction desperately. Then after soothing the abused bud with loud smacking kisses and wet long strokes of his tongue, he pulls away to finish his sentence and carry on the conversation.
Thankfully Mirio decides that he can't keep his arm stretched so far indefinitely and he pulls away only to move to the button of your pants. He makes sharp jerking motions with his hand and you stand up wondering what he wants. It's only when his deft fingers undo your button and begin drawing your zipper down that you grab his hand with yours trying to stop his progress.
âM-Mirio, please. Not now.â
Your plea finally makes him look at you but all he says is "oh it seems ____ wanted to add something to the conversation". Both of you know you are too worked up to even know what Mirio has been talking about so you bow your head, ignoring the heat that again blisters on your twisted face. He moves on from your interruption and it isn't long before your jeans and underwear are on the floor. His hands then urge you back onto your bar stool pushing your thighs apart to reveal your glistening slit. The sheer amountof slick weighed down the curls of your pubic hair. It takes Mirio standing up his chest to your back, arms curving over your surrendered body and the pads of his fingers digging into your lips to peel apart your slimy cunt and reveal your clenching canal and throbbing clit. Two of his fingers keep your lips wrenched apart as his other finger circles around your clit. You whine and buck your hips closer to his experienced touch. By this point Tamaki is standing, his body has curled over your legs and his face is inches away from your pussy. Mirio hasn't given up pretending to carry on the conversation, by this point he's moved onto the weather. Unable to put on the cognitive energy needed to talk about something difficult.
When the friction of his finger against the edge of the base of your clit gets too harsh, he rewets the appendage with the wetness seeping from your canal. Light butterfly touches are the closest you get to Mirio pleasuring you. Accidentally grazes of his finger drawing swirls around your clit. When you clench your cunt around the air, he drags his finger down the circle of the empty hole drawing Tamaki's eyes to your desperate need. He makes no move to ever fill the empty ache of your cunt instead he takes the hand covering in your pussy juice, shoves it in Tamaki's hair and pushes his face into your cunt.
The pressure after being denied any stimulation for so long is heavenly and you eagerly moan and arch your back against Tamaki's bewildered face. Thankfully the shy boy understands your silent pleas and makes quick work of shoving his tongue into your hole. Mirio continues his grip on Tamaki's hair pushing him up and down your slit and watches you desperate hump him. His nose nudges your sopping wet bud, and his chin digs into your canal but you can't help groaning in bliss. Mirio's clutch of Tamaki is heartless, gripping onto his thick lush hair tight and he allows you to hump his face like you would the pillows at home, unconcerned if your wet flesh suffocates his best friend.
Tamaki soon begins to feel lightheaded, the musk in the little air he does get from your cunt and the moisture of your cunt clinching to his face. Mirio does grant him some reprieve by turning his face to reveal his sharp features coated in your shiny juices and instead pressing his cheek and the side of his face against your clit. You carry on making small jerking movements against the hard surface that Tamaki's cheekbones provide.
Moans babble out of your drooling mouth as you begin your surge towards completion. A few pants of air are all Tamaki gets before being once again submerged in tour cunt. His faint awareness of your desperate actions pushes him to act as he stiffens his tongue spearing your pussy. A brief reminder of his quirk urges Tamaki to shift his finger into a tentacle and shove one beside his tongue into your clenching cunt. The thick appendage is far more dexterous and substantial than his tongue and he finds that swollen bump on the roof of your pussy. He uses the cup of his tentacle to suction on to the spot, feeling your pussy spasm.
âMy pretty little fucking slut. Just take whatever you need.â Mirio urges on You carry on riding Tamaki's face to the edge of your pleasure and it's the tugging of Tamaki's tentacle that pushes you over. Your body crumbles with a quake and your hips jolt away from Tamaki persistent appendages that continue to press on your g spot. It's the wrench of Mirio's hand that pulls Tamaki away. Thin transparent strings of fluid stretch from your cunt to Tamaki's face. Mirio then drags his tongue over the layer of slick that glazes Tamaki's face.
If you wanted, Shigaraki wouldn't have any pubic hair. Not because he can be bothered shaving but because with a touch of his hand it would all disintegrate...
Giving you free reign to kiss, touch and lick that often forgotten piece of skin. Nobody has ever touched that part of his body before. People are usually too dumbfounded by the length of his cock.
But you take your time in tracing the soft skin with the very tips of your fingers. You relish in the shiver that traces his knobbly vertebrae. Only to blow softly onto his pubic mound and by virtue his stiffening cock. Trace amounts of warmth tease his expectations as you stay there watching his tortured expression. Shigaraki's eyes are creased shut and his teeth have pulled his bottom lip taut until the pale pink turns white.
Then finally you allow your pursed lips to press against him, the heat of the base his dick pressing against your chin makes you smile. He's been driven to desperation by such little before and today was no different...
MDNI - ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP
Kinks: exhibitionism, objectification, nipple play, oral (female receiving), dom!dabi
Dating shameless!Dabi who fucks you anywhere and everywhere.
He really would be the sort of guy, who wouldnât give a fuck that other people were in the same room as the two of you. All that mattered to him was the fact that your skirt was a little too short and âcanât you see how hard he is for your pretty little pussyâ. If you keep denying him, he might grab you by your hair and shove your cheek against his hard-on. Allowing you to feel the warmth of his cock emanating from under his jeans. Cause âbaby should know better than to deny daddy like thatâ.
Himiko getting herself some milk for her toast. Normally she would eat natto with white rice, but she had wanted to try something new today.
Meanwhile, Dabi is pounding into your sloppy cunt while you sprawl over the kitchen counter.
Your cheeked is mushed against the cool granite. Your shorts pulled down to the mid-thigh and Dabi's cock ruts in and out of your slick cunt. His heavy balls slap against your clit with every thrust with a wet thwap. You had only just woken up, so you werenât wearing a bra and the chill in the air combined with the cold countertop had turned your nipples rock hard. Dabi has one hand around the back of your neck. Simultaneously, pushing your face further into the stone and using you as leverage to speed up his brutal thrusts. His piercing drags against your g spot as his thrusts threaten to lift you off your feet. His wide glans tugged at the slick seal your cunt made every time he pulled out. The warm heat coiling around his cock and the building pressure has Dabi holding his breath to delay his orgasm as he continues to fuck into you. Your hands futilely scramble at the slippery surface trying to find your grip as your legs dangle off the sleek surface.
âLook at you just taking it.â
Himiko has seen you in this position so often that it's lost some of its thrill but she still takes enjoyment in brushing the cold butter knife against your stiff nipples. She smiles at the weak whine you let out. Your blown out pupils gaze at her mindlessly, not recognizing her after youâve been fucked so dumb. Dabi only carries on, building his own pleasure now that he senses your impending climax. His teeth bite onto your fleshy earlobe, letting out warm grunts of air as he thrusts faster and faster. Himiko uses the rough edge of the utensil to trace your tightened bud, her other hand tweaking and pulling your other nipple in alternating rhythms. Each touch sends you closer to another orgasm. You try to look away but Dabis hand won't let you go and he's only sped up since Himiko has gotten involved.
âCâmon donât keep daddy waiting now.â
A few more thrusts preclude your body from collapsing into another orgasm. Thighs shaking, tits heaving and mouth drooling as waves of pleasure rock over your body. Feeling the rippling of your pussy leads to Dabi's as he seats himself deeper than before. The tip of his cock and gaping weeping slit press firmly against your cervix as he lets himself unravel. Head bowed over your shaking back as he releases burst after burst of thick cum into your cunt.
Across the room near the back of the shady bar was a tall thin man who sat opposite Shigaraki. His greying hair was styled into an old-fashioned pompadour and every time he took a sip from his beer his handlebar mustache drooped. He was slightly transparent, seeming to flicker like a torch with a dying battery. You assumed that his quirk was interesting enough for All for One to persuade âraki to talk to him.
You had just come back from a long mission. It had only taken you two days but by Dabiâs standards, every hour you werenât bouncing on his thick cock was an hour wasted. You planned on spending some time unwinding at the bar before being persuaded into fucking each other like rabbits during spring. His face was buried into the plush curve of your neck, breathing in the salty tang of your sweat, and his hands were tracing your notable curves. One adept hand came up to overtly grope your breasts over your skintight âuniformâ while the other alternated between palming your ass and squeezing your thigh. It was more annoying than anything else, especially with the delicious glass of watered-down whiskey in front of you. You tried pushing him away citing your fatigue, but he refused to yield. He even had the audacity to bite you on your plump cheek after he took the refusal too personally. His cold blue eyes watched as the glass on the table was drained by your meandering sips and at your third painfully slow slurp he snapped.
Heating his hands, he stroked them down your back. The temperature was just hot enough to heat the acrylic sending the fabric to melt into spindly ashy threads. A brief scorching heat followed by the intense relief of being freed from your tightly stretched prison was all the indication you had of anything happening. It wasnât until all the small talk in the background dampened that you realized something was wrong. Your doughy tits fell into his awaiting hands. He pinched and pulled your hardening nipples uncaring of the audience his show had invited. You were struck dumb in shock. Kurogiri behind the bar was in shock. Even Shigaraki, who was supposed to be distracted talking to the newcomer, was in shock.
You had known about Dabiâs exhibitionist streak. Quickies in the car and train fingering sessions are a staple in your relationship but this was uncharted territory. The thought of someone from the street walking in to see your tits being played like an instrument thrilled you. The supple mounds of flesh that bulged out of the spaces left by Dabiâs thick knuckled fingers left all the customers of the bar panting. Deft fingers harshly twitching hard peaks, only to use his warm wet mouth to soothe the pain. Gentle circles followed his mouth using the slip of his spit to aid his dexterous digits. The callouses of his fingertips would brush your nipples, curling, twisting and tugging signalling the start of the cycle all over again. Occasionally he mixed it up with a dull bite of his teeth or the drag of his tongue piercing against only the very tip of your nipple, leaving the rest of your tit exposed for everyone to see. Your pussy only throbbed more when you realized these werenât random people but hardened killers watching you spread your legs like any two-bit whore.
âSince you wanna stay down here so much, Iâm sure you wonât mind us moving our activities here then.â
Dabi eagerly got to his knees, pulling your chair around, making it impossible to hide from the spectators. A flicker of hot fingers over the mound of your pussy, melted away your pants revealing your wet slit, the edges of the fabric framed your cunt that shined under the murky yellow lights.
âYâ shouldâve just gone with me when I asked.â
He pushed his face into your lips for a moment, just rubbing his face in your wetness before targeting your clit with pursed pink lips. Your hands fisted Dabis coarse hair, sticky from the remnants of hair gel, as he nursed on your clit. Long slow sucks on the distended bud brought glimpses of the aurora borealis to your clenched eyes. The single-minded focus on your clit and extreme stimulation made you pant as you fought against the wave of excruciating pleasure. Your plump thighs were hitched onto his broad shoulders, parted wide to give everyone in the bar a clear view. You could see Kurogiri from the corner of your eye, readjusting his position to be able to see you better.
âFilthy little slut.â He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations send jolts of pleasure through your body as moans and squeaks fall from your kiss-swollen lips.
Each time Dabi would build pressure on your clit, your body shook from the force of the pleasure building up inside of you. But just as you would take a slow deep breath ready to collapse into an orgasm, he would pull away. He was too strong to keep in place and ride until you reached your peak so you made do with pulling his hair. The puddle of slick that had poured from your cunt and Dabi's mouth that pressed against your warm slit had created a seal. A lewd Schlup echoed in the dumbstruck room when he resurfaced for air. He licked long strips up the seam of your pussy with the flat of his tongue, your hips pushing back feebly. Slurping up long gulps of the pussy juice you let out.
âPlease, please, please.â The word mindlessly fell from your lips as you begged for an orgasm. Your face was flushed hot, arms trembling and your body had a sheen of sweat. He refused to take pity on you, smiling as he tugged on your labia. You were so overstimulated that even the brief pain became pleasurable. The moan that tumbled from your lips out was hoarse and drawn out.
âGo on then give them a show.â Dabi jeered stepping back from your prone body.
Around the two of you, the other residents (and the potential resident to be) were sitting at attention in painful arousal. A sea of eyes marveled over your bare flesh: the sheen of your pussy and your stunning glassy eyes. More than one person had opened their pants and gripped their cocks, stroking themselves to the rhythm of your sounds.
Himiko had raised her leg onto the bench she was reclined on. Her skirt rested on her pale lower belly and her underwear was pulled to the side, rubbing her delicate fingers over her swollen clit, flushed red like a ripe cranberry, in time with your moans. Shigarakiâs pants lay on the floor, bunched between his pale knobbly knees as he drooled over his cock. The squelch of his hand (sans a pinky finger) sliding over the erect member was joined by a symphony of moans, grunts and lewd catcalls. Keen ears hyper-focused on the wet sounds made by your sopping pussy and eager eyes squinted at your cunt for a better view.
Your cunt is so puffy and stimulated that your labia spread open naturally. It gave the room a clear view of your hole clenching and relaxing as another gush of cream oozed out of you. Dabiâs ringed fingers spread open your lips, fully revealing the heated flesh glistening under the light. Faint bite marks encircled your nipples and your clit was engorged from the prolonged suction.
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Virgin!Bakugou the first time he has sex can't stop cumming. He can't last long, years of masturbation couldn't possibly compare to the slick suction of your tight cunt and he cums in minutes. But what he lacks in stamina he makes up for in sheer arousal. Almost immediately he's horny again. It's been seconds since he removed his limp cock from your wet folds and heâs already begun to harden again, his mushroom head beginning to rise.
He grabs your soft tits with his calloused hands, kneading the pliable flesh and basking in your softness. He pinches and curls his fingers against your tightened buds, a silent apology for his lackluster performance. He won't say it but you know him well enough that he's embarrassed and so the second and third time round he tries harder. But he can't stop cumming. The folds of your cunt that brush against his cock, that glistening look in your eyes as your arms hold him closer, the brush of your nipples against the damp skin of his chest. Everything about you makes him comes undone.
Eventually, he stops pulling out, instead he keeps pounding through the brief periods of limpness. Between one erection and the next, he doesn't waste his time in leaving the warm grasp of your pussy because he knows you'll have him stiff in no time. His head buried into your neck, soft gasps and whines escape his mouth as he overstims himself trying to make you cum.
The furious rhythm of his hips has long since made a frothy mess of your cunt. A mixture of his quickly thinning cum and your wetness has bubbled around the base of his dick as he keeps pounding into you. He humps your wet slit faster and faster, utterly broken by how good your pussy feels. He just wants to keep cumming, to make up for these 18 years of having to make do with his hand when he could have had this pleasure. His porcelain skin is flushed a soft pink and his thighs quiver occasionally while he dumps load after load into you. When he pulls his cock out, long almost translucent strings connect the base of his cock to your plump lips.
In the rare moments, he does need a breather his thick calloused fingers will spread your lips open. He watches as the white loads slowly pour out of you. He will curl two fingers and push it back into you, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper into your cavern until his pads graze your cervix. Bakugou will spear your cunt with his fingers, grazing your g spot as he pulls his fingers out. He waits for a beat before plunging his fingers back into your heat, grazing the engorged bump that sends a wave of pleasure through your body. His actions speed up until he's just fingering you, mixing up both your fluids into a foaming mess. Then once your face is twisted in pleasure and moans fall out your gaping mouth, he'll pull out his fingers. Licking clean the moisture coating his digits. He is so enamored with your taste that he shoves his fingers as deep as they go. Mouth pursed around the base of his fingers, tongue bursting the small effervescent bubbles as he devours the flavor. The musky tang of your cunt is a delicacy to him, and he makes a note to eat you out when he's done.
Virgin! Bakugou doesn't last long but he doesn't need to with his nonexistent refractory period and his determination. You'll wear out before he does.
I'm just posting this bc I wanted to make my writing more ambiguous. I'm a WOC and understand the frustration of struggling to feel immersed in writing when white y/n characters feel like the default. I try my best to keep my reader character pretty vague but I know I can always improve. Especially as reading so many fics for white readers has made me subconsciously pick up those phrases too.
Tldr; let me know if there are phrases, words or writing habits that aren't inclusive and I'll do my best to fix them.
He would lay you over the thick, muscular plane of his thighs and spank you. Of course you would have to keep the dildo inside of you. Since you like it so much, he would hate to have to make you part from it.
His hits would come in rapid succession. Iida isn't kind, he made sure you knew what you were signing up for in the first place and now he shows no mercy.
He is seemly careless with his hits. Sometimes he will give you a brief reprieve and hit a piece of your thigh that is relatively untouched. Other times he will hone in on the crease of your thigh. The thin delicate piece of skin that joins to your labia will bare the brunt of his calloused palm. the worse is when his hits manages to skin your clit. The hits that aim for the sensitive bundle make you squeal and jerk your pelvis away from his wrath. Iida easily holds you down with one arm around your waist watching as you struggle to clench around the dildo you had fucked you cunt sloppy on.
If you were to beg, to plead for mercy. If you offered anything just for a break, he might stop. His fingers might rub softly on the hot aching skin. Hands slowly drawing towards your wet aching cunt before long fingers curl around the dildo and pushing it deeper into you. He would aim for its substantial length to grind against your g spot with each thrust and with each withdraw the base would push against your clit.
If his hand were to get tired, sore from writing reports and working to pay for your lavish lifestyle, he might spank you with the dildo. The silicone is much lighter and seems to have less power but its elasticity makes it curl around your curves more. Each hit to your thigh is no longer so simple and instead your can feel the head of the dildo trace the sharp pain over your labia.
And if during any of his punishment you were to drop the dildo...
If you were to be taken over by an orgasm that had you trembling, your voice wailing and pussy quivering, enough to dislodge the black dildo. Or maybe if Iida were to accidentally let his fingers nudge the base of the dildo out during his flurry of hits.
You would have to start from the beginning. Its only fair really to show how serious you are about your apology...
Iida would only let you fuck yourself on a dildo replica of his dick. Eveything else is subpar in his eyes, so why would you use it? Only the best for his pussy.
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(P0rny headcanon ft. overstimulation, nipple play, brief thigh riding and Hawks x Reader with V..)
Hawks who overstimulates you until your lightheaded
all your blood rushing to your swollen pussy and feverish clit
the lips of your labia so flushed and large that they lay open naturally, showing him your weeping hole
your nipples sore and ruddy
he's been sucking on them for hours as you've been riding his fingers
kisses and bites and licks
his sharp canines biting softly onto your tightened bud
laughing when you whine and try to move away from him
never letting you come once, holding down your hips when your try and rut against the bedcovers
when your too tired to move your hips against his hands he shoves his thigh against your pussy, rubbing against your clit as he refuses to give you a break
then when you are so desperate you begin to cry
he uses his feathers
the soft red down tracing your nipples and clit
he uses the rough calamus to trace words into your soft thighs
his name, the number of times you've been denied orgasm and them how much he just loves his baby bird
the rough scratch leaving a faint white mark against your supple skin
the small barbs that trace the shaft of the feather tug against the lips of your pussy and he drags the feather up and down your weeping slit
replacing it with another one once its too wet to hold itself up
bending under the sheer volume of wetness your pussy gushes out
its the softest graze possible but it pushes you over the edge
suddenly your body seizes up as you quake under the force of the orgasm
I found the idea of reader pretending to top Deku while getting absolutely annihilated in the bedroom so hot. Add in Izuku finding out and punishing you...
âHowâs your relationship with Deku going?â you hear Uraraka ask a sly smile creeping across her lips as she looks in your direction. You and the girls have come to a local cafĂŠ to catch up between the hero missions and the endless paperwork. Your relationship with Izuku is a new one with both of you only recently feeling comfortable with your positions on the chart to even consider spending time not frantically working.
âItâs going fine I guess, not much to say on that front.â
The girls all nodded in sympathy.
âYeah, Deku doesnât seem like the thrilling type.â You start agreeing before you can catch yourself.
âHeâs just ... kinda shy yâknow .â
More nods and it isnât until Mina makes a pointed remark about how you mindful you inevitably have to be in your relationship, that you realize the hole that you have just dug yourself into.
Izuku's cock is a thick rod against your thigh. His tip is flushed a cherry red and droplets of watery pre-cum trail down the daunting length. A shallow groove traces the base of his cock to its bulbous mushrooming head with webbing veins that accentuate his girth. You sit on your knees on the hard laminated floor. Your wide eyes desperately looking up at his cold form, his eyes just trailing down your naked body. You make a small gesture to get closer to his cock. Each one is met with a small slap. His calloused hand leaves your skin hot to the touch and bright red. Even when using only a fraction of his strength.
âYeah, I wish he was more aggressive.â
A hand grabs your cheeks, mushing them together before rubbing his cock against the delicate line of your nose. His cum smears on your face. He pulls your mouth open letting a slow dribble of saliva waterfall into your mouth. Izuku doesnât look the slightest bit impressed by your desperation, instead, he rolls his eyes and shoves his cock into your wet cavern. At his abrupt entry, your teeth graze his cock and he twists your nipples in response.
His rough fingers pull your hard nipples taut, then twist left and right. He continues to push his cock further into your mouth, ignoring the squeals you let out as he continues to torment your aching nipples, making them hold the weight of your breasts by holding each nipple high. He presses into the back of your mouth with the tip of his cock, forcing you to gag. Each shudder and retch only leaves your tongue quivering in your mouth and rubbing delightfully across his dick.
âI do like him but I just donât like having to baby him so much.â
A cruel pace started from the get-go. His cock thrusting in and out of the mouth. Your hands uselessly grasp his thighs but your digging nails donât make him slow down at all. Your hair is looped around his hand and used as a pulley as he fucks into your mouth. His cock is at its deepest, his head is lodged down your throat and your muscles squeeze it erratically as you try not to vomit. You try to move your tongue around his dick but it's so thick that there isnât any space left. As more and more time passes you begin to feel light-headed getting choked out by his dick. He finally relents when you begin to see spots in your vision. Your pussy getting wet at how he uses your throat as an onahole.
âI wouldnât be surprised if Y/N had to use a strap on to get any action.â
His hands clamp around your ankles spreading you wide as you now lie on your bed. The silk sheets only make the action flow more smoothly. The two fingers that pump in and out of your sloppy pussy immediately hone in on your g spot. Pressing against the swollen bump as he coaxes more slick out of your cunt. You never get to cum though because as soon as your whines increase in volume he pulls his fingers out only gracing your pussy with a sharp slap. You uselessly wiggle your hips towards his palm but heâs long since moved again. Izuku wraps his lips around your nipple. He makes long sucks that stretch your tit, the pliable fat pulling as the suction creates a painful stimulation. Teeth bite between his nursing, quickly leave your tits a tender mess. Before long each suck feels like itâs a live wire to your clit, leaving you more and more turned on.
âHow do you have any sex if he gets constant nosebleeds anytime he sees you naked?â
Izuku rubs the throbbing tip of his dick against your cunt, circling your clit with a surprisingly gentle touch. He slides in easily. Your body has become lax under your constant orgasm denial. Desperate for any type of stimulation at this point. His thrusts are slow but deep. Hitting your cervix only to pull out. Your cunt getting caught on the flare of his cockhead. A loud slapping sound fills the room and his heavy, heavy balls hit against your ass. He doesnât stop his thrust until his pubes press against your clit. Your nub is so sensitive at this point that the grazes feel painful now. Your hands are looped around his neck and your lips mouthing at his neck, tendons tense as he uses every ounce of strength thrusting into you. The bed rocks with every push that hammers in to your hungry cunt. Finally, when Izuku's thighs begin to twitch and his cock jerks inside your pussy's wet grasp, his fingers come to your clit. Each swirl is complimented his nails slightly digging in until you begin to tense up. Your vision whites out and blood rushes in your ears as your body trembles in the wake of your orgasm. After coming to attention, you feel the hot warmth of Izuku's cum inside you.
âWhat were you saying about having to baby me, Y/N?â
Bakugou loves getting your pussy all sloppy and wet before he even takes his dick out of his pants. Skilled fingers bring you to the brink of orgasm four/five times in a four. Slick dripping out of your cunts you're left a swollen sensitized mess. Your cheeks are flushed and tacky from tears and your throat long since sore from constant wailing.
He presses a water bottle to your mouth every once in a while. Bottle feeding his baby girl. He makes sure you keep letting out slick even though youâve already soaked his pants and the mattress under you.
Your pussy is all puffy and sensitive, even the slightest touch to your outer lip feels like too much. Bakugou lets you bury your face in his neck as his fingers pick up speed. Quick experienced fingers swiped up and down your engorged clit, your wetness helping to speed up his ministrations. Coarse and ever so thick fingers graze at your g spot coaxing out your pleasure.
âGod, I love my wet pussy.â It's the way he owns your body and the way he starts slapping your clit that brings you to orgasm. Sharp bursts of pain that leaves your legs shaking and body tensing. Waves of undiluted pleasure rock over your prone body as you lay there weeping. His dick dribbles precum freely seeing the occasional twitched that wrack your body. Your tits shake with every heaving breath and pussy wetly clenching his fingers as he continues to pump them in and out of you.
âYou arenât going to make me deal with this alone, are you?â
You usually hate mornings. Frantically sprinting up and downstairs as you look for your lost keys. You stand over the loaded table shoveling a few bites of the inviting food your boyfriend cooked for you. Your face is still shiny from the SPF you applied seconds ago as Bakugou leans in for a kiss. You hate the knowing feeling in your stomach as you stand there at the door. The doorknob your hand is pressing is cold and your stomach aches having to leave your dear lover. The first step out the door is always the hardest with the sharp punch of wind a painful contrast to Bakugou's warmth.
But mornings like now are a bittersweet reprieve. Laying there passive in your soft king-sized bed, the comforter draped over your body, you look thoughtlessly at the ceiling. Basking in the now. Bakugou trails his calloused arms up and down your tummy. Fingers curling around your little pouch above where your underwear sits, before his palm swipes across your belly button. There arenât any calculations in his pattern. His hands soon begin to lower more and more. His finger pads trace circles into your thighs before he turns to his side with a groan.
He shoves his face into your neck. Soft breaths tickle your ears as his lips mindlessly mouth at your jaw. You press closer to his body, wanting to just meld together so you never have to be apart and at the thought of Monday creeping around the corner you canât help but tense up. Bakugou lets out a moan of frustration, this is the opposite of what he was aiming for. The low baritone of his unused voice before it ends in a tingling rasp makes your thighs tense. He trails his knuckle up your slit. Your lips are still puffy from him mouthing at them for hours last night. Slowly digging the digit into your giving flesh, he slows down his ministrations. Your hips begin to move alongside his hand, chasing the fleeting pressure of his knuckle. Your whining only serves to make him smile. Plush lips pulled back and sharp teeth pressed against your pulse as he laughs at how needy you are. As if he would have it any other way.
Bakugou moves his hand, his fingers now just stroking the outside of your lips. His nail catches at your wiry hair and on the upstroke, he lightly tugs on it. Your body jerks against his, thighs grazing his hard dick. He uses his other hand to pet your stomach, soft pats reminiscent of how an owner would soothe a startled horse. It brings a smile to your lips.
Finally, his hand cups your mound. Pressing his palm against your clit, fingers dipping inside rubbing the entrance, he lets you ride out your wave. Your fingers scrabble at the bed covers, toes clenching and hips bucking as you try your best to the peak. All the while Bakugou presses soft kisses anywhere he can reach and his other hand makes long stroking movements up and down your body.
You frantically push and push, making small jerking movements. Hips barely grazing his hand now too sensitive and too close to the edge before he in one quick movement slaps your clit. It's enough to make you cum. His smooth skin pressed against your body like a personalized heated blanket is what brings you to consciousness. Bakugou trails his fingers in your clit you whine at the overstimulation but he just humps his legs against you seeking his pleasure now
The burn of his palm coming down against your ass is made even sweeter by the fizzles and crackles of his quirk. A soft flush and heat emanate from the area as you begin to burn. Your abdomen pressed roughly down over his knee, digging into your stomach just enough to leave you breathless, gasping and seeing faint black spots in your vision. Thwap.
Another swat hits your ass and, you can hear him take a sharp inhale of breath as he sees your soft body jiggle. It only seems to encourage him as a rain of harsh slaps follow. So fast that you barely feel the sharp pain of one before another follows. You lay there, a helpless victim to his terror. The thought only excites you. He doesnât take into consideration your pleasure, there arenât any calloused fingers slyly dragging down your plush thighs towards your enlarged bud, no âaccidentalâ thrusts that drag against your dripping pussy. Your just an object for him to take his frustrations out on and doesnât that just make it better.
Smell
Bakugo is diligent in his cleanliness, thorough when bathing and making sure there isnât a single crevice that hasnât been lathered and then rinsed. He says that he isnât âa filthy piece of shit, like those other losersâ. But when he comes in midday, the door flung open, chest heaving as his red eyes catch yours. When he grabs your hair, pressing your nose against his clothed crotch suffocating you against his denim. When he needs âhis little girlâ to comfort âdaddyâ who had a bad day. You get to bask in his lapses of meticulousness.
You eagerly pull down his zipper gasping when you see a glimpse of his penis, he wasnât wearing any briefs. Your thighs are rubbing against each other at the thought of your big strong daddy taking down villains left and right without any underwear because he wants to come home and fuck you faster. Of him surrounded by his numerous fangirls who think they have any chance of getting with him when he tailors his entire day to get to fuck you as much as possible.
Seeing your helplessness, he pulls down his pants himself with a sardonic smile at how dumb his baby is. You eagerly press against the smooth skin he reveals. Cheek pressed against his rock hard pillar, your nose firmly buried in the curls that surround his dick. He laughs at your desperation, at how embarrassing you are âsniffing his pubes like some dogâ.
The thought makes your cheeks heat but more than that itâs the sour tang of his sweat. His musk is potent and it beckons you even closer if possible. There is the mouthwatering, slight sweetness from his quirk all you want is to taste him. His mouth curls at how addicted you are to him, how if he didnât say anything, you would probably spend the rest of your life on your knees huffing his cock.
Sight
A flicking blackness is all you can see with the silk blindfold pressed over your eyes. If you wiggled your nose, you were sure you could probably get the smooth fabric to give enough to see glimpses but, you didn't want to. You with your hands handcuffed against the steel bedframe Bakugou installed, and feet bound against your thighs leaving your cunt exposed to the slightly cold air. You're sure that the slight wetness you feel against your ass is from your slick. Youâve been sat there for mere minutes anticipating his attack, you're already gushing.
Puffy lips parted, hole winking as you clench on the painful nothingness imagine a sweet burn that is destined to come. The occasional thuds here and there reassure you that you're not alone. With nothing but your mind to occupy you, you begin to think about what those sounds could mean. You can almost see him, circling the bed, taking in your body at every angle. Imagine him so taken over by lust that he has to relieve himself.
But he doesnât want to ruin the moment, the suspense that heâs spent all day building. His hand wanders down his body, pressing against his dusky nipply pebbled by the draft in the air. His nail slightly digging into his skin as he twists it. Grunting, he trails down his body before landing on his prick. It's thick andlong and an embodiment of his strength. It jerks as his rough hands grasp the soft skin that wraps a rod of steel.
Your mouth waters as you picture his cock. Picturesque, prettier than a cock ought to be. A slight bend that invites you to grasp it. So thick that your fingers only barely touch with a heft that leaves a dull pain when he slaps you with it. A singular vein travels down the side of it, something you love to trace with your tongue following it to the weeping head that awaits. The spongey mushroom-like tip flares outwards, enough that your lips get caught around it when heâs face fucking you. His winking urethra spilling translucent beads of cum that you love to trace.
Your mouth waters at the sight of the wrinkles of his cock as he tugs at the yielding skin until he cums with a croaking moan. When Bakugou cums, he cums. Long ropes coat his hands. His sturdy fingers and jutting knuckles are coated in a thick layer of pearlescent white, thin strings of white webbing out between his digits.
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Prohero!Mirio talking to new employees, his head shifted through the wall so he can give them his iconic grin. Reassuring them about their role and advising them on who to contact if they need help without ever really leaving his office to talk to them. They would find it weird, but they know about his weird habit (almost all of Japan knows about his seeming dislike for normal entrances) and so they brush it off. Besides this is Lemillion, one of the big ten and at such a young age he has become synonymous with success. His eyes are curled into small crescents and his smile runs from ear to ear.
What they donât see is his cock pounding away at you. A thick hefty spear battering away at your cervix. His hand is clamped around your mouth muffling your moans and his jaw is clenched keeping his own at bay. You stand with your cheek smashed against the wall, eyes rolling back into your head. If it wasnât for his current shifting, you would have assumed his quirk had something to do with accuracy for the precision his bulbous cockhead had. Grazing along your g-spot as he spreads you so very wide. It's humiliating the way he manages to maintain a normal conversation while you can barely even think.
But just knowing that on the other side of the wall, nobody knows about Mirioâs brutality. The animalistic way he pounds away at your pussy. Others write him off as a joke, too kind and sweet to have any bad thoughts, not knowing that he can maintain a conversation while rubbing the pad of his finger against your clit. It traces frustratingly light circles, sometimes not even touching the swollen nub itself but the area around it. By now though you're so desperate to cum, so sensitive that your whole body feels like an erogenous zone.
The nails you dig into his shoulders and your quivering thighs give away your need. This wouldnât be the first time he ignores it. Pushing you to the brink before letting you cum. But youâve been a good girl today and it's with that thought he speeds up the finger on your clit. Pressing hard tight circles against it, your slick making his actions faster. His other hand pressed against your tummy, feeling his cock on the inside. It's that extra bit of pressure that pushed you over the edge, body shaking as you collapse on the floor. He says goodbye to the new employees and emerges from the wall. The beaming smile on his face is much more menacing when heâs looking at the puddle you sit in, chest heaving.
¡ Patronizing dom Bakugou, who strokes down your back as you hump his thigh. You let out the occasional whimper and moan while rocking back and forth against him. He flexes his muscles every once in a while forcing friction against your engorged clit. When he sees your eyebrows tense and your bottom lip shudder, he knows your close and his large hands wrap against your hips slowing you down. He forces you into long slow strokes that trace his quad muscle. You canât complain struck dumb by your denied climax. Only grasping his shirt, snuffling into the soft cashmere. Bakugou knows what's best and, he wants his pants dripping before you get to come.
¡ Bakugou, who knows you probably arenât too experienced. And even if you are it's hard swallowing a dick of his length. He looks into helping the process get by sooner and as much as a sick part of him loves the thought of strapping you down and fucking his way through your gag reflex, he loves you too much for that. Instead, he hears that repeated attempts yield better results. So every day at random intervals his shoves his fingers down your throat. It leads to being woken up to his fingers wrapped around your tongue lightly, tugging. Not being allowed to eat until his knuckles graze your lips, fingers curled against your soft palate and nails firmly pressing your uvula. He loves licking up the trails of drool you leave over his hands. Sometimes when meetings run overtime and Bakugou fingers your mouth in public. He is meticulous and, besides, he promised to help you deep throat him. Deku, Uraraka and Shouto watching and his finger pads trace your gums, your eyes half shut as he makes short thrusts past your uvula. You breathe slow and deep, trying desperately to not throw up in front of his colleagues and friends. Thankfully he sees your nervousness and removes his fingers, wiping them against your cheek, leaving a clear sticky streak.
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