#hardening

Since going into lockdown in response to the virus, Kirishima had taken to self care to keep himself on track in his hero work.  He changed his eating habits, getting produce and organic groceries delivered to his house regularly, and even bought an entire gym set online to transform his garage into a workout space.  

He was absolutely determined to come out of quarantine a brand new hero (while still staying true to his own brand of course) and in order for that to happen, Red Riot was going to have to incorporate some new things into his routines at home.  And stretching was one of those things.

At first, he really struggled to bend his body, his muscles and hair constantly getting in the way, body never quite flexible enough to get into the proper positions.  But after he got the hang of it, Kirishima began to really value the importance of having a fully mobile body.  Soon enough, Kirishima had picked up a new quarantine hobby; yoga.

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4 p.m. was Kirishima’s prime hour for yoga.  Plenty of time to let his mind relax, just after his garage gym lifting sessions but also leaving time to shower up before making himself dinner.  Rolling out his yoga mat, Kirishima set up his laptop off to the side, at an angle where he could easily see the instructor on the screen.  Deku had recommended he get a Peloton, but Kirishima was more into lifting than spinning.  Although, Kirishima did buy the subscription to the app a few weeks ago to gain access to the non-cycling classes, and he was finding that he really enjoyed the way the Peloton yoga instructors lead their classes.

Kicking off his shoes and socks, Kirishima slung his hair up out of his face and dragged his laptop onto his thighs to select a class. Scrolling through the app and selecting the yoga filter, Kirishima noticed right away that at the top of the screen there was a new yoga instructor being advertised.  She seemed to be highly rated, and Kirishima was never one to pass up a pretty face (even virtually).  

Clicking the video, Kirishima set his laptop back in it’s spot and positioned his body towards the screen, legs crossed and ready to begin.  When the video began, a happy yet steady beat played through the speakers, and Kirishima recognized the song as “Smile” by Ta-ku.  He also immediately admired your outfit.  An entirely red matching workout set that consisted of only a sports bra and leggings.  Kirishima found himself unintentionally blanking out during your introduction, only just barely catching your name before rushing to move into the first position on time.

Your legs and arms came below to support you in table top position and Kirishima modeled your movements, his eyes following every tiny motion of your body.  From the side camera view, he could easily see the curve of your figure, but then- oh god, then the camera’s view gently changed to a frontal showing of your body.  And when your head raised to smile at the camera, Kirishima simply couldn’t keep his eyes on your face.  He was positive that if he took one of your in person yoga classes that he would’ve been caught staring at your tits right away, but he was in the comfort of his own home.  There was nobody here to scrutinize or judge him for being a perv.  And admittedly, Kirishima totally took full advantage of that.

It only got worse when the camera’s angle stayed at the same frontal view, but your body shifted backwards in one smooth motion into child’s pose, giving Kirishima a new perspective of your ass and back.  Your hands stretched out before your body as the fat of your ass pillowed out slightly against your heels as you pressed your body down.  Kirishima’s hips shifted as he tried to relieve the building tension beneath the fabric of his workout shorts, the fidgeting not helping his problem in the slightest.

Kirishima wasn’t even pretending to listen to your verbal instructions anymore, he was completely immersed in every bend of your legs, back and neck.  Not to mention you were wearing his color.  Bending over like that on his laptop screen for his personal viewing.  And goddamn did you look good.

Now his cock was almost fully hard, the pulsing tip begging for a touch of release.  He couldn’t ignore the aching need for a moment longer, and impatiently kicked his shorts and socks off, leaving him bare in all his chiseled glory.  But even through those jerky motions, Kirishima’s eyes never left his laptop screen, hyperfixated on your body’s movements as you carried on instructing the class into a flow of motions.

Maybe it was your sweet disposition, or pretty face, or the fact that he was lewding over your innocent workout video.  Or maybe it was just that he hadn’t been around a woman, never mind one as sexy as you, in months. But Kirishima simply couldn’t help the way he wanted to wreck you, make you beg and cry for him to make you cum.  Oh he wanted it so badly.  Kirishima dragged his laptop to the top of his yoga mat as he came up onto his hands and knees. The length of his erection hung between his thighs, as one hand came to wrap around the base of his cock.

He wanted to watch you slip those tight leggings down over your ass and thighs, and wanted to see the bounce of your breasts as you raised your arms to discard the sports bra.  He would keep both garments, never washing them so he could memorize your scent and feel the leftover warmth from hugging your body so tightly. A peice of you for him to keep.

Kirishima’s breath hitched as his rough palm came up to caress the bottom vein just beneath the head of his cock, putting pressure on the source of blood flow.  Making a small ring with his fingers, he playfully squished the sensitive skin of the tip, forcing a steady stream of precum to spill out, the substance thick and sticky.  

He could so easily imagine it; the way he would press your back into the yoga mat beneath him, legs splayed out to present yourself for him so perfectly.  He would make you hold the thickness of your thighs apart for him, so he could properly see your glistening folds, and easily watch your pretty little hole flutter beneath his gaze.  He could hear your wines of anticipation as he would bring two thick fingers from his leaky tip to smear his precum across your juices, slickening you even more for him.  

“What do good girls say when they want something from Daddy?”

“They ask politely...  Daddy, c-can I- can I please-” He would love your embarrassed reaction, the reddening of your cheeks as you tried your best to please him.

“Go ahead honey, use your words and tell me what you want”

“Can I please h-have your cock, Daddy?”

“That was cute, but I believe I told you to tell me what you want, not ask to be fucked like a greedy little slut”  He would smile down at you, knowing how the teasing was making you twitch, his words coming out so smoothly that the degradation would almost be lost on you. He knew he was being unfair by asking you such a vague question, but he loved to see your wide eyed and open mouthed expression as you tried so hard to please him.

“B-but Daddy I-”

“Tell me. Say it.” He would be earnest now, the timber of his voice dropping to an octave that coerced you to obey him.  He would fuck all that embarrassment out of you if it was the last thing he did.  Until you didn’t hesitate to let those leed words out of your mouth. Although for the time being he would adore the added benefit of seeing you squirm beneath his massive frame.

“Daddy I want you to fuck me until I break apart on your cock! Please please please Daddy I need it so badly-!  I need your cock to make me cum!”

And when he was ready, when he decided you had begged pretty enough for him, telling him exactly how you wanted it, Kirishima would give it to you.  he would force your legs to the side, bringing your flexible body into a wide split before him as he watched the inches of his cock disappear into your sopping pussy.  He would make you hold your thighs down, as he pressed your calves outward and spread you open for him even further.

Tears would run down the sides of your face as he fucked into you fast and hard, the curve of his cock hitting that good spot inside of you and consistently making you cry out.  He wanted to fuck you until you were a sobbing, squirting, wet mess for him.  Wanted to feel your walls clamp down in overstimulation as you struggled to decide between begging for a break, and begging to cum again.

“Oh fuckk Daddy please I- I can’t cum anymore- too much, too much!”

“Good girls take what their Daddy gives them, no questions asked.  And I know you can be such a good girl for me. So you’ll take this dick until I say you’re finished honey” His tone would be deceptively sweet, contradicting his words.  He could never say anything so aggressively to someone who would be so loyal and obedient for him. 

He would wrap his forearms underneath your thighs, dig his fingers into a tight grip on your upper leg and slam your body to meet his, pressing his cock even deeper into your pussy.  It would be perfect; so aggressive and yet so intimate.  Everything Kirishima could ever ask for.  And when your legs would quiver, your voice would shake and your head would tilt back, Kirishima knew he would get what he’s been wanting out of you this whole time.  Your cum would splash out against his hips as your orgasm was forced far past it’s limit, squirting out onto the inches of his dick that couldn’t fit into you as lewd, wet sounds filled the space between your bodies.

Kirishima felt his mind real back to reality as soon as his orgasm hit, his hand moving rapidly up and down his hard shaft and cock head as he panted out a long, low moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came hard.  Cum dripped in a seemingly endless stream from the tip of his cock and spurting out onto the yoga mat before him- it was the first time Kirishima had taken his eyes off of your body the entire video.

He panted as he collected his breath and mind, realizing just how badly this isolation was really affecting him.  Kirishima was a social guy by nature, and he thrived off of personal connection.  So the serious lack of said connections seemed to be taking it’s toll on Red Riot in the form of intense horny fantasies. 

And as he wiped down his yoga mat and washed his hands clean of cum, Kirishima felt a sense of relief and release he hadn’t felt in months. He wasn’t even afraid to admit that after he’d showered and eaten dinner, Kirishima brought his laptop to his bed a d watched that video again and again.