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an: lemme talk abt izukus cock and hyperspermia plspslslplslsp
midoriya izuku; who's got to have the most beautiful cock known to man kind.
the first time you see it, you're in awe.
so thick and chubby, his tip is sooo wide and such a beautiful shade of pink (you may even want to get the colour done for your nails), it's so veiny that every time he thrusts into you; you can feel the vein pattern in your sopping heat.
not only that.
but midoriya izuku cums. a WHOLE lot.
like the first time you want to suck him off, he tilts his head over to the side; his cheeks rosy in embarrassment as he murmurs. "please don't feel the need to make me finish..i— i cum a lot." your eyes move back down to his dick to see the ENORMOUS amount of pre that this man is spewing out.
that night when he cums ropes and ropes into your mouth, he runs his thumb over your chin to collect the rest of his cum that spilt out when you were trying to swallow it all (which was not an easy task!!). he takes up the thick white gooey liquid and shoves it right into your mouth, letting you suck on his thumb too while you're at it.
this very obviously leads to him having the most massive breeding kink known to man kind. he loves watching you beg for all his cum like you can't live without it, and he loves watching it flow out of you before he sticks his thick fingers right inside to keep you plugged :'''(
he's blessed with such a beautiful cock and such amazing loads of cum. you couldn't ask for better <3
an: im a whore for hyperspermia, SUE ME!!
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⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.
⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.
fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.
“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”
“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”
“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”
it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.
villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.
the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.
in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.
flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.
“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”
BAKUGO KATSUKI.
⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.
ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.
“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”
“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”
a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”
a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”
in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.
“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”
“make me.”
he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.
katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.
you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.
“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”
“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”
another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.
“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”
TODOROKI SHOTO.
⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.
“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”
sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.
“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”
“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”
shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”
a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.
“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”
he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.
once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”
and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.
“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”
his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”
you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.
in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.
“i want to stay like this before we leave.”
“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”
“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.
“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”
his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.
“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”
shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”
“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”
oh.
now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.
but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.
the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.
“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”
his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”
“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”
you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”
it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.
he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.
“why’d you..? baby?”
you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”
“you’re gonna milk me?”
he’s so cute . .
you want to see him crying.
you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”
KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA
⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .
“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”
hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”
one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.
“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”
“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.
things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?
“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.
“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”
perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.
hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”
thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.
just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.
denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”
since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.
an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.
loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.
“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”
TAKAMI KEIGO.
⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.
“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”
since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.
you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.
“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”
as if he’d ever plan to.
he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.
“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”
keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.
“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.
you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.
“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”
quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.
you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”
“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”
sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.
with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?
a/n: reupload from @cinna-creme cus my blog got reported and my heart ripped outta my chest - stop playing hide n seek cus i WILL find you 🧍🏼♀️
chars: i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari
i. midoriya
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“baby- shit! hey.” he whines into the mic of his phone. “fuck baby, i miss you so much.” he tightens his grip around his cock.
the sounds of his pre slicking his cock as he pumps himself quickly take over the audio. he can’t slow down, doesn’t want to, moaning out your name desperately.
“want you to come home and ride me.” he gasps. “i mean.. yeah.” he nods. “wanna- hic! bury my face in your chest.” he’s fucking up into his hand.
his pace is a little erratic, phone almost falling out of his hand as he gets too into it. he can’t hold back, is full out moaning and whimpering into the phone, pleading at you to come home.
“please!” his heels dig into the bed, abs flexing, hair stuck to his forehead. “gonna cum! wish- wish it was in you.” he nods. “filling your pretty pussy.” his words are slurring. “yeahhh you take it so good.”
he’s working himself up more with his words until he’s coating his fingers, sloppily fucking up into his hand as he cums all over himself.
“made a mess.” he whines.
✓ sent
you: don’t clean up omw home
k. bakugo
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“hey.” his voice low. “dunno why you can’t pick up your phone all of a sudden.”
he squeezes around his tip, thumb swiping at the thick beads of pre and sliding it down his shaft. his abs flex, laughing a little when he thinks about what he’s doing.
“got me doing some stupid shit while you’re gone.” he rolls his eyes. “what d’you think i’m doing?” he lets out a low groan.
“why’d you- ngh! why’d you wear that tight ass skirt to go to the office?” he tosses his head back onto the pillow. “ass looked fuckin perfect.. always does.”
he keeps his fist tight, stroking himself so slow pretending he’s got you under him, fucking you dumb. he’s coated in his pre now, slick sounds making their way into the speakers, breathing heavier now, practically panting.
“shit you should come home, see the mess you’re having me make..” he chuckles into the phone.
with a couple more pants and grunts of your name he’s cumming all over his hands and stomach. he’s laughing as he looks at the audio bars.
“better not tell anyone i sent you this shit.” he scoffs.
✓ sent
you: send ur whimpers and i’ll come home
s. todoroki
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“um..” he grunts softly. “i.. dunno.. some of the guys say they send their girls um..” he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment like you're there.
his hand is shaking as it slides down his dick, pre dribbling down and creating a quick schlick sound that has the tips of his ears turning red.
“i’m touching myself.” he pants. “fuck- i.. i shouldn’t send this..” he shakes his head, thumb pressing against his tip.
his hips are jerking up into his hand, tip so flushed and angry he can’t leave it be. he’s gulping down air, trying so hard to hold back his sounds only making them more whiny.
“i’m sorry, i.. i should delete this or.. nghhh!” his hips jerk up into his hand.
“wait it’s- hic! baby..” his breath is shaky.
he thinks about you listening to this in your airpods at work and his balls tighten and he’s moaning and cumming all over his hands and stomach with your name on his lips.
“fuckfuck.. how do i delete-”
✓ sent
you: please call me rn
d. kaminari
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“fuck, my shits so hard right now.” he lets out a breathy laugh. “hah- fuck.. thinking about you sitting that pussy right on me and soaking me.”
he’s got drool on the side of his mouth already just thinking about your pretty body rubbing all over him. he’s whining and groaning into the phone like it’s your ear, tightening his hand trying his best to imitate your pussy.
“want you to sit that pussy right on my mouth while i stroke my shit.” he grunts. “yeahhh, grinding all over my tongue- fuck! fuuuuck yeah, come home baby.”
the sounds of him pumping himself get louder and he’s moaning shamelessly, letting out breathy laughs, whining your name.
“gonna cum and make a mess.” he starts jerking himself faster.
he brings his phone down closer to his dick, stroking faster so it’s louder, messier. his thighs are shaking, loud moans spilling from his lips as he starts to cum all over his fingers.
“fuck ‘m gonna keep going.. keep cumming.. yeah fuck.” he nods. “gonna send you a video.”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, pussywhipped!teasing!izuku yay, brat!fem!afab!reader, cunnilingus, porn no plot, reader has a beauty mark in the hoo ha, clothed sex
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: observant + annoying bf izuku eating out shy reader for the first time
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~340
“you got a beauty mark in here, baby.”
after vehemently refusing to observe izuku eating you out for the past five minutes due to shyness, your arm covering your sight lowers so you can glance down at him lying in between your legs, and you watch as his thick fingers spread open your drooling folds into the shape of a V. a shiver runs down your spine as he presses a chaste kiss directly to the mark before swiping over it with his tongue.
“what…?” you ask hazily, attempting to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “i do?”
“uh huh.” he takes another lick, the sound of your guys' bedsheets rustling as he adjusted the growing tent in his sweats. “you want me to take a picture?”
“uh, no—” you scowl. a whiny whimper quickly replaces the sound. “what the hell am i gonna do with a picture?”
“look at it,” he shrugs. “admire it. love it” — chuu — “that’s what i’m doing.”
he must be crazy, you decided, to think you were going to let him have documentation of you receiving oral for the first time — pajamas pants pooled at your ankles, shirt riding up your stomach, hands trembling, needy pussy spread open — on his phone. you shake your head, a breathy hiss escaping you.
“babe, can’t you just— ah — do it without the comments? it’s embarrassing…”
izuku only lets out a simple hum in response. “bossy, bossy,” he muses. his lips wrap themself around your clit before giving the bead an obnoxious slurp. “i just think it's funny.”
“funny?” your brows scrunch. “why is it funny?”
your boyfriend merely laughs at your confusion and how you writhe underneath him. “cause’ it’s like— y’know that thing about how moles are the places where your lover in a past life kissed?” when you roll your eyes, the grin tugging at his lips deepens. “looks like someone was getting freaky.”
god, did he ever shut up?
“izuku,” you huff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. “don’t be weird.”
“alright, alright,” he concedes with a chuckle, “no talking with my mouth full, got it.”
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izuku didn’t realize he had a thing for a size difference until he met you. you were just so… tiny next to him and honestly? it turned him on so much. it was sometimes hard to hide the massive tent in his pants whenever you touched a bicep or grabbed his shirt to show him something, your hand minuscule next to him.
i mean, can you blame him for thinking about you when his hand is around his cock? as he pumps up and down and imagines it’s you wrapped around him? panting into his pillow, letting out little whines and moans as he nears his high, pretending his squelching fist is your soft cunt.
but god when he finally asks you out, and you two get together, and finally, finally, you invite him to your bed (he waited because he’s a good, patient man), he damn near cums in his pants.
fuck, though, when he’s got you there spread under him, knees to your ears and his fat, thick cock is slowly breaking you apart, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let you go. not when you’re taking him so well, soft mewls leaking from your pretty little lips, eyes rolling back as he hits that special spot over and over. his whole body is nearly triply the size of yours, and he can’t help but notice the bulge in your tummy every time he thrusts.
yeahhhh, izuku thinks he may have a thing for size differences. or maybe, he just has a thing for you. :)
Izuku and Katsuki with a partner who has big tits / (i.midoriya x Fem Bodied! Reader / k.bakugo x Fem Bodied! Reader) (Drabble)
☆ cw / tw : Reader is well endowed. Tit sucking. Breeding kink. Lactating kink. (Izuku). Bra stealing. Biting. (Katsuki).
Izuku
God this poor boy cannot handle it for the life of him.
Izuku could be talking about lord knows what and you walk past and all of a sudden, his gaze is on your tits and how they jiggle and he's gotta have those in his mouth like right now and - what was he talking about again?
“Right so the work study entails… uh… god wow... ha… God… ahem sorry. What was I talking about?”
He comes home from a long and extraneous day at work teaching, the kids give him a throbbing headache and all he wants more than anything right now is to stuff his face in your chest.
“Mnph, ‘shorry… ‘ve had a hard day baby… ‘nd I need this right now…”
Izuku literally cannot sleep without having his hands on them.
“They’re my girls.. I can’t sleep without them… please…”
Fucks you like he’s trying to get you knocked up, doesn’t matter if you’re on birth control or he’s wearing a condom, he will be pressing you in a mating press and babble about how hot it would be if you started lactating.
“Gonna make you a mommy yeah? Yeah- nhgn, gon’ make your pretty tits so full with milk- oh fuck baby.”
When I say he cannot sleep without them either in his hands or in his mouth I seriously mean that. The one time you came home from a late shift, you found him curled up on the couch, sleeping restlessly.
The moment he hears the door click open his eyes open and he almost rushes to the door to greet you, if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
“You’re home, I missed you! I was so lonely!”
He almost whines when you giggle and kiss his forehead, leading him to bed.
Izuku looks up, stars in his eyes as he gazes lovingly at you.
Gaze slowly… slowly… slowly… dipping down to your exposed clevage before snapping back to your face, sheepishly grinning.
“...Boob time?”
Katsuki
Katsuki is a pervert, just like Izuku is. The only difference, he’s able to hide it better than Izuku is.
Sometimes.
Okay but in his defence what was he supposed to do. You were in the shower and your bra was laying there on the bed.
“...shit.”
He could feel the way his dick twitched in his sweats just staring at the thing.
God those cups were like the size of his palm.
“So fuckin’ big I swear…”
And now he was thinking of his lips sucking marks on the soft skin of your tits.
And there was the sound of the tap being turned off.
And his hands immediately scrambled to grab the bra and stuff it into his pocket.
“H-Hey baby. ‘S that a new shampoo? Smells good.”
Katsuki also adores using them like his personal pillow. The only thing he might prefer more is using your ass as his personal headrest, doesn’t matter if you claim you have one or not.
“Lay on your stomach baby, I miss my pillow.”
He is also obsessed with gently chewing on them. Softly as to make sure he doesn’t hurt you but also hard enough to leave a few marks on the soft skin.
He likes to pull away and just admire his hard work, nodding to himself like he’s the new Picasso.
“..good. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”
If you grow the slightest bit flustered because of his actions, he’ll smirk all smug like and lean in to give you a quick peck on the lips.
“Cute…”
Katsuki also fully believes that your boobs are now his personal stress relief toy. He might grab them when he’s having a bad day and just, squeeze.
“Shhhh hard day. Now where are my favourite girls?”
owner!izuku and his pretty puppy hybrid that has an insatiable appetite for sex even when she’s not in heat. he loves her, he’ll always give her what she wants — fingers in her slick cunt and stroking her tail while she cums as he grades, toys shaped like his thick cock he can control from his class room while she rides it from home, hours and hours of missionary on the weekends because she wants to be breed until she can’t walk. but sometimes, izuku can’t keep up with her demand on top of parent teacher conferences and hero work … as much as it pains him.
owner!izuku who lets you pick from his friends, the ones you like who give you extra pets and treats when they think he’s not looking. kirishima who’s fun to go on walks with, katsuki who tries to be mean but spoils you anyway … sometimes kaminari who’s dumb enough to forget all the strict instructions izuku leaves for you while he’s out. he lets you pick because you’re too energetic to be left untouched, you need to be fucked out and subdued by the time he gets home on weeks where being a teacher clashes with being a hero.
owner!izuku who gives his friends a key and a schedule. swing by, play with the puppy, let him know how it goes. its more than permission to baby sit — its permission for kirishima to slip his cock down your throat and suck the slick from your folds at the same time, yanking that fluffy tail until you’re teary and trembling. ifs permission for katsuki to fold your knees into his chest, tripping and stumbling over his words in an attempt to remind you that good dogs use their manners when they’re begging for cock all while pumping his load into you, hot and sticky, fucking you until it clings to the walls of your puppycunt just like you’d wailed for. it’s permission for kaminari to tease you sensitive slit for hours on end, rubbing your clit until its heartbeat is raw, smacking that sopping mount until its swollen and the wag of your furry tail is weighed down by your own runny wetness.
it’s permission to take turns ruining you while owner!izuku is away. tire you out until you’re a pliant mess that still somehow needs her owner’s cock to settle down — despite the stretch and burn to your holes, the cum that dries against your skin like a signature. you’re easier to handle like this, izuku thinks, tasting the others on your cunt and against your flesh.
but as long as you’re happy and satisfied, he doesn’t mind who wrecks his puppy at all.
