Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒.

—cw: gn!reader, nipple pinching, sucking.

— A/n: This is for ma boy's birthday. I haven't proofread it tho. Just a short drabble.

— 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 who smirks everytime you visit him. He is always excited to serve his favorite customer. Your septum piercing was the one he was very proud of. It made you look hotter.

"What shall I do for you today, y/n?" he dramatically bowed.

"Mhm...I actually had a very wild thought last night and I decided to go for it," you replied, nervously biting on your index finger nail.

"Like?"

"Like my nipples?" There was a extension of speech in your last word, unsure about going with it. But it caught Geto by the utmost surprise. He didn't know what he was expecting but it was definitely not this.

"O-okay! We can do that." You were taken aback by the excitement in his tone. Suguru has always been so trustworthy, and he is a professional so, you decided to go for it.

...

Suguru gulped when you exposed your chest to him. Your nipples perked up, and your cheeks were flustered. The urge he had to pass on a comment on your amazing tits— Ugh.

"They look- uhm- amazing," he complimented, not taking eyes off them. Something sinister in his stare pulled you in a trance. Your breath getting heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.

"Y-you can touch them if you want."

"Well, I have to baby." Eyes widening at his words but he quickly covered it with something a little more "professional".

"I mean...in order to pierce it, I have to touch it."

"Right." You both left a nervous laughter.

It would be okay, right? Nothing awkward. You were just getting something you wanted for a long time. But you wanted more, right?

The moment he touched your perky nipples, you moaned out an audible "hmm", making it obvious how much you like it.

"M-more. Touch me more." There was no need for words furthermore. He wanted it. You did too.

Suguru went a little rough and pinched them hard, earning a squeal from you. Your foot started rubbing against his flexed biceps.

"Do you mind?", he aggressively stood up, bending a little down to face your chest. You damn well knew what he meant.

"No. P-please, suck it." As soon as you said those words, his tongue was all over them. He kissed you, pushing your torso a little for a better angle. You could feel his bulge against your bottom.

He wasted no time to suck your nipples. He started with a gentle swirl of his tongue. It felt so good to have his warm mouth on them. But as minutes passed, he got hungry. Big hands cupping the skin, gathering them trying to fit more and more in his mouth.

"F-fuck." He moaned. Sending vibrations in your body.

"I want more—your hands brushed against his hardened cock— More of you."

"Suguru, are you done? We have another appointment in 10 minutes," Shoko, his manager yelled near the door.

"Cancel them!" He looked straight into your eyes with that lustful gaze. "I'm busy with something important right here."

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🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 oh my. I almost fainted.. Jesus take the wheel

Could I request some scenarios with Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki where the have a black s/o (who’s thick as hell and her body’s just gorgeous) and one night when they were getting a lil freaky 😏 she tries to get away because at this point it just too much 😶 and they’re just like “where you going, stop running from this dick” 🥵 (and btw I love your fics so much and I hope you do this one ❤️ have a good night)

Your shapely legs were split wide and thrown up in the air being held by powerful, scarred hands.

“F-fuck, Deku, s-slow down,” you begged, “please!”

Your pleading was music to the man’s ears. The way your hazy, half lidded dark eyes glistened with tears in the corners made him want to push you further over the edge.

“I got you, babydoll, fuck you feel so good..” Deku moaned as he plowed you with back breaking speed.

“Deku, I caaan’t.” You whined, back arching off the bed as your toes curled.

Green eyes admired your big bouncing dark tits and the way you gripped the sheets.

“Daddy, please~”

“Sshhh, it’s ok, baby. I got you.” Your man hummed back.

He leaned down, still holding your legs above your head to hit even deeper into your gripping walls.

“Haaaah~Dekuuu!”

Intense pleasure burst through your core. Too much! Fuck! It was so good it hurt.

“Like that, y/n?” He grunted lengthening his intense strokes.

“Please,” your manicured fingers pushed his hips, “Deku, it-ahhh~it’s too mu-much-please-“ you said, trying and failing to wriggle away from the broad, strong body.

Deku tossed your tiny hand away with a chuckle.

“No, no, baby doll.” He picked up his pace, cursing under his breath at the way your creamed and clenched on his dick. “D-Don’t run from it. Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Don’t run from me~”

Your boyfriend’s dick was hot and heavy and deep inside your aching pussy. Fortunately—or maybe unfortunately—for you, he was not easing up anytime soon.

“Shoto~” you whined.

“Mmm?” He hummed against your ear. His warm hand squeezed around your throat as he held you flush against his hard chest. “What is it, y/n? You want it deeper.”

“Unnn~” was all you could manage. You shook your head to the best of your ability making your kinky curls bounce slightly. “N-aah~mm~no more. Too much.” You stammered.

“Too much?” He slid out slowly, giving you a fraction of relief before you plunging back inside you.

“Gah!” He choked you harder, speeding up until you felt his sack slapping against your pussy.

“But you look so good taking my dick like this, Angel.”

“Shoto, I can’t take it any deeper!” Every stroke had your vision going black, eyes rolling.

He slid his hands along your flushed melanated skin, one hot and one cold, to squeeze your fat breasts.

“Yes you can. This juicy ass of yours was made for taking my dick like this wasn’t it?” He moaned. He loved the way your soft cheeks provided extra cushion for his dick. “Wasn’t it?”

You bit your full lip, loving every naughty word.

“I jus-just need-“ you reached back, gripping his thigh. “N-not so much...”

Shoto grabbed your hand and twisted your arm behind your back.

“I don’t think so, y/n,” he groaned at the sensation of yet another shaky orgasm as you came on his dick. “You’re not running from me, beautiful. Don’t run from it~”

Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!!! All of it 🥵🍆🤤🥴⚰️☠️

Dilf w. Itadori Yuji/Sukuna

Honey’s Masterlist

↬ Pairing:Dilf Itadori Yuji/Sukuna x Black Female Reader

↬ Warning:Nsfw,18+,mdni

↬Disclaimer:Sukuna is a meanie and mentions of sex

Note:My first attempt at writing for Jujutsu Kaisen but god damn 👴🏾 This 2 for 1 duo have a strong grip on meeeee😭. Anyways thank you @kaijime for creating Dilf Collab please accept my humble offering.

The Dilf Collab : mdni

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Sigh you can’t tell me that the amazing Itadori Yuji wouldn’t be a big ass sweetheart dilf with the energy of your younger counterparts like ugh he wants to drag you along everywhere taking pictures recording all of it you don’t know why but never question it when you see pictures and videos of how cute y’all are together.

You make him feel alive sometimes and he loves that you’ve accepted his other counterpart Sukuna who pops out at random being an old mean flirt at the wrong times or cackling at itadori’s cornball energy.You just take it all in one stride with a gorgeous smile as if this is normal and that makes Itadori heart flutter and Sukuna grumble with annoyance.

Itadori loves sightseeing especially in the cities or urban areas where things are much faster paced than what he’s used to in the country. Staying in cool hotels with an amazing city view as he holds your face against the glass bending you over just hips thrusting like a rabbit in heat.Mumbling about how pretty the view is with you leaving a cum ring around his cock.

He’s a horny man that’s great at multitasking. If it's a sushi train he has a private little booth so that he could three knuckles deep into your fat cunt. With one hand and the other feeding you and him, Sukuna appears on the side of his face spewing out mean words in your ear and sometimes biting or licking your ear.

“You’re lucky that old brat won’t let me fuck you on this moving table”

“Look at you desperate for us to let you cum eat the shitty tuna and maybe I’ll think about it”

And Itadori being so chilled about it cooing at you for holding your mouth opened with your tongue out drooling onto your lap as you’re gripping onto his wrist for dear life.

“The tuna is not shitty Sukuna , y/n loves it see how she’s drooling for it”— “Tch dumb brat she’s about to cum on your fingers I feel her clamping down”

“You look so pretty baby, do you like this place? yeah—yeah you do now cum please for us.”

Now time spent with Sukuna himself is much simpler and I mean really simple it’s just you on your knees digging into the wooden floor as he’s face fucking under the moonlight in the outdoors of y’all patio. He’ll stop and let you cockwarm him with your tight throat as he sips on warm sake.

Nights with Sukuna are a toss up of what’s he in the mood for and you allow him to do. Some nights are just pure raunchiness, him placing you in different mating positions ramming into your poor weeping cunt like it had offended him to the highest degree as he shoves his fingers down whiny throat just to see you drool all over him.

Or having you lay wherever he places you so he can lay on top of you and “threatens” you to rub his scalp while rubbing his back.

“Oi work your magic on my hair and back or I split you in half little pet”

“Yes Su anything else ?”

“Spread your legs wider for me and take that shitty garment off its uncomfortable”

“Yes darling.”

It’s the best of both worlds honestly with this duo and you would never have to worry about a little thing when they’re around.

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But like their kids are so cute and that is EXACTLY how I would think Dabi child actually is

Dabi,Shigaraki: meet their teenage kid from the future, the kid was hit by a time travel Quirk, any who the guy keeps trying to coax the kid telling him who the mommy is, as the kids is wearing a hood and mask so they can only see their eyes which is the dad's eye color, when it time to leave the kid finally take off their hood and mask, and looks exactly like a girl who works a the 7/11 a few blocks from the hideout.

He'd always loiter in the shop during his usual free time, flipping the close sign to mess around or tapping his nails against the glass freezer out of boredom cause he doesn't have enough money to buy a beer, and would occasionally talk to that pretty girl behind the cashier tricking her to give him free foods and drinks in exchange of sparing her life against any villainous threat, not oblivious to how the tables have turned when he realized his heart was the one being tricked whenever she coaxes him to stop his crazy antics and treating him a cup of noodles and coffee instead.

She's not scared of his mismatched skin littered with staples, and the fact that she's talking to a murderous villain was enough for him to consider, that perhaps she was treating him as a normal person or she had gone crazy, but he was intrigued of knowing more about her.

Dabi won't get tired seeing her until he had to stop going there after a certain kid showed up, manifesting his blue flames and that eyes that mirrored his, he was intelligent enough to piece everything together concluding he was his son before he could even introduce himself.

“I'm hungry old man, shit I forgot you're broke oh what about I ask Mom instead...”

Now that got his attention, facing his cocky child seemingly smirking under that mask when he mentioned his father's only weakness.

“Care to tell me what's your Mom's name come on what do you want? I have candy here you piece of shit”

Well that aggressive bribery didn't work, avoiding the subject every time he'd pester him, impatient enough to the point of threatening him of burning him alive which he responded with “You can't kill your own child”

“I can't believe my Mom fell in love with a rat guy like you, pfftt just look at how pathetic you are, oh im glad I didn't take your last name totoroki? Todoroki i think” “What did you say you pipsqueak, watch your mouth”

“Dabi! Why are you picking a fight on a poor boy, are you insane”

Interrupting them was a bad timing one time when they met once again, yet despite of this he did notice his child's stoic eyes changing into longing ones when he met her.

Dabi didn't believe his first assumption until his son had to leave soon, waving him goodbye and removing his mask, revealing his face with that usual smug he got from him yet he resembled her Mother more, yes that lovely girl on his mind.

“It was nice meeting you again Dad, make sure you go back to her and pay her back for every cup noodles cause you're always stressing her out anyway this is goodbye, see you after 3 years”

Leaving him in dazed before remembering he had to go back to meet her again.

He'd often stay in that shop after his late night gaming activity, buying anything to eat and annoying that cashier who always ogle on what he's playing on his handheld console. Rudely telling her he'll kill her which she only shrugs off as a joke, sometimes peeking behind to get a glimpse of what he's doing and giving him advice once in a while about using a mage character on that level which surprisingly very effective.

He can't admit the fact that he have forgotten his plan to kill her for being too nosy, but he can't stop blushing whenever she lean her face closer touching cheeks to cheeks that he'd end up yelling at her all the time to back off.

She'd just smile and carry on to her work teasing him “Can you chill for once grumpy guy, I knew you're just on your game rage mode silly”, but simply Tomura doesn't know he was slowly getting used of visiting here a lot just to see her beaming that enthusiastic smile.

The next few nights was a total chaos when a teen-aged girl arrived, sporting a black hoodie with a mask and that red eyes and shoes that somehow looks identical to his, and dropping the bomb too quick “Daddy–wow!, what do we have here a vintage game?”

At first he didn't believe her, trying to threaten that he'd definitely kill her because of her lies but she didn't even budge and instead demonstrating her own quirk of dusting the nearby couch much to his shock.

That was the only thing he needed as a proof that she was indeed her daughter, but she was a troublesome one always nagging him of his strategic game plan that it reminds him of a certain woman.

Adamantly asking her about who's her Mom, and as expected she was not that kind enough to reveal it for the sake of torturing his Dad much to his chagrin, resisting the urge to yell at her for being too stubborn.

But the thought of having a child made him smile unconsciously, hoping it was that woman whom he had feelings for, and his suspicion was right when his daughter was ready to leave, revealing her face that bewildered him making his wish come true.

“You see Mommy told me you had a tough childhood, well guess what you're not a failure as a Dad believe me okay, opps gotta go see you later!”

Those words were enough for him to feel emotions that are too foreign yet familiar.

He didn't waste any time coming back to that shop to see her again, asking her game username and lying about wanting to crush her into pieces but honestly he just wanted to get close to her after meeting his child.

It was so good to be true but he wanted it to happen anyway.

🥴🥴🥴🥵🥵🥵🥵⚰️

Okay okay okay I have this idea that is very chaotic but full of potential-

Imagine: reject humanity, become professional monster fucker. Full on explorer style, with maps and instructions to every region in the world like how those food connoisseurs do- but monster dick connoisseur instead.

Jumping from one place to another, finding every monster out there, fucking dragon Kirishima, then Vampire Todoroki, then werewolf Izuku, then octopus Sero- literally getting your guts rearranged while shakily putting a check mark on your wishlist. Don’t get me started on the boys’ reactions. They all do the stereotypical “I’m gonna eat you” monster act only to get slightly concern because you’re sweating and panting a little too excitedly to be labeled off as fear (jokes on them, they stuck with you, not the other way around)

You somehow find your way into hell and literally fuck demon king Bakugou off the throne Montero style

Just imagine the stories you tell your hybrid babies and they reevaluate their entire existence

MIGGI!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been a closeted monster fucker for absolutely too long and I can no longer hide it. this would literally be a dream come true and I’m GOING FERAL???????

Fucking Dragon Kirishima is probably one of the hardest fucks you’ve had. Not only is the dragon hybrid fucking massive, he has a dick to match his overall size. His hands that turn into sharp red claws are constantly digging into you whenever he fucks you full. And his knot—you had taken knots before, but Kiri’s was so fucking fat, that you passed out the moment it locked the two of you together. Definitely 12/10 experience.

Vampire Todoroki was a drast difference to Dragon Kirishima, but not in a bad way. While Kiri was all heat and mass and muscle, Todoroki was ice cold and lean, but quick as fuck. When he bit you, he expected for you to scream and plead for your life. What he wasn’t expecting, was for you to moan, hook a leg around his waist, and grind up into him. You left his spooky ass mansion with ice burns and a shitload of bite marks.

Octopus Sero was a different speed from what you were used to. He wasn’t heavy like mermaids, or staticky like eels, but slimy and always felt like he was touching you everywhere. The moment he had you pinned under him in the sand, every hole in your body was filled to the fucking brim. Your favorite part of the experience was definitely his suctions clamping over your nipples.

Werewolf Izuku was so fucking cute. Trying to be all intimidating and scary with his thick green fur and lightning sharp eyes. But he was nothing but a big puppy the moment you presented like a good little bitch and asked him to breed you. He just kept huffing and rutting into you, whining about wanting to fuck a whole litter of pups into your cunt.

And Demon King Bakugou. Oh bitch. He loves fucking mortals on his throne, and you’re no exception. He tried scaring you with a sharp claw to the throat, but all you did was push harder, let him nick the skin, and moan when he licked your blood from his fingertip. He wants to put up a fight when you grab his horns and ride him like he’s nothing but a bottom bull bitch, but you feel too good for him to stop you.

Fuck....FUCK!!!! IM GOING TO HELL 🥴🥵⚰️💦

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

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“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

Stealing my bonnet! With the good elastic... 😫...you best be lucky I love you like that or we be scrapin'

May you write a hc for Baku and/or todo with a black girlfriend

Thank you for your patience! Imma start rolling them out. Also included Sero on this one because the ask was similar!

Katsuki Bakugo

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Your angry little sunflower. 

You initially curved his ass so hard because he came at you sideways. 

He had that “you definitely want me” attitude and you told his ass to kick rocks. 

He was kind of used to people throwing themselves at him so being told to essentially fuck off sent him reeling.

He felt awful man, he really did like you but he didn't know how to say it without, well, being himself about it.

He approached you the next day and apologized. It was an odd one but you could tell that it was hard for him to even say it so it must have been sincere. You gave him a chance.

Months later, you’re living your best life with Katsuki.

His favorite activity was showing you off. He even went as far as to get you on a hero magazine cover with him. 

There was quite a bit of controversy. People had some opinions about you, and he quickly assured you he has no regrets about loving you.

It’s not like he ain’t seen a black woman before but like you….you were something else. 

He was quick to defend you online, and quickly let anyone who had anything even vaguely negative to say about you know that they weren’t worth the dirt you walk on. 

He takes care of you man, and speaking of getting taken care of...

He’s definitely the type to spoil you, he wants to see you happy. Expect all kinds of luxury.

You basically accidentally become an Instagram model just because he flexes you too much (as if there’s such a thing).

He’s also the kind of guy to love matching clothes with you. Whether it’s the whole fit or just the colors, he’s the king of matching. 

He’s just a sucker for you man, he got himself a baddie and he’s so happy about it 🥺

Shoto Todoroki

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Imma be honest, he’s probably gonna come off weird at first.

Well intentioned, just has no game to save his life.

Bakugo heard him describe you as a “beautiful chocolate queen” and he volunteered his services ASAP. 

“You are gonna get PUNCHED saying that.”

“But she is :(“

Shoto swiped up on your story and said you looked “entrancing”.

Ain’t a soul has ever called you that and you FREAKED.

Bakugo was about to slap him over the head for that but you responded.

“Yeah you look good too Todoroki lmaooo”

“Good enough to date?”

“I meannnn, where are you trying to go?”

“Somewhere worth your time.”

Bakugo was proud of his handy work, the entrancing was still whack but he figured you were weird enough to let it slide. 

You were very quickly his girl. 

He was eager to learn all about you, but it sometimes came off a bit too forward. Lucky for him though, you never mind. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Shou?”

"Someone told me you had black girl magic? I didn’t know you possessed magical capabilities. I’m not scared or anything, I would just like to see it myself.”

You were stuck between laughing and curling him up and awwwing from just how oblivious and precious he is.

You plant a small kiss on his forehead and watch him get flustered, “that’s the magic Shou, do you not like it?”

“I do I do, I just thought there’d be more-” he waves his hands around trying to find a way to explain himself.

You lean in for a longer kiss on his lips and feel him relax underneath you. 

“Was that more magical.”

“Maybe….:

You laugh and actually fully explain what it is to him, he finds it absolutely endearing and uses it to describe everything you do. 

He’s a quick learner overall and he quickly gets all the little differences and embraces them fully. 

You never have to worry about your relationship with him man, you’re always worth the effort. 

Give this man the patience and love he deserves and you’ll receive it back tenfold.

Hanta Sero 

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Dude is a goofball.

He got uncle energy and you hate it but love it all at the same time.

He saw Denki talking to you while out on a run one day and you all shared a hilarious conversation. 

The second you said your goodbye and continued your jog he was begging to find out your info. 

He was whipped by you, you had your hair up in a poof and the sun was hitting your gloss just right. If he didn't know any better he would say you were an angel.

He found your Insta and was LIVING. You’re pretty, humble, and funny as hell. He HAS to talk to you.

Unlike the other two he had game from the get go, he immediately approached you the next day and asked you out.

Of course you said yes!

He is such a giver and so very patient and loving of things that usually confuse others.

He’s always there when you feel down, even if you don’t want to talk he’ll just hold you and tell you small jokes just to get you to smile. 

He’s also the kind of boyfriend to just bother you and then go back to minding his business. Randomly poking you and eating your food just to see you get on him about it.

He thinks it’s cute, okay. 

"What do you want!"

He quits poking you, grabs your popcorn, and just leaves the couch. "Nothing."

"My popcorn 🥺". 

He will wait all day with you while you’re getting your hair done at your friends house, he even brings you and her some food back since it’s been awhile. 

She’s taking photos for your page and he’s just complimenting you, telling you how good you look and how he wants some photos of you too. 

Cue your ass looking awkward on a dining room chair with your hair just done. He doesn’t mind, he’s just glad his baby is happy. He sends the photos to everyone and Mina scolds him on not waiting until you were at least ready for the pic.

Speaking of hair, he got some texture himself so yall both sleep in bonnets. 

He be losing his own so sometimes you get back to your apartment late and just see him curled up on the bed with your bonnet on. 

You just about take it off his head because he couldn’t even steal one of your durags he had to take the bonnet with the really nice elastic band. 

He’s lucky you love him. 

🤡🧡🤡

I never laughed so hard in my laugh

Now imagine France doing that to England…

🤤🥴🥵😩 just...Jesus...like destiny me please. Now I wanna be that bunny

Bunny!

A/N : We fuck like rabbits. That’s the post I know I need help 🤣

Trigger Warning: Manhandling,Squirting,Choking.

Midoriya Izuku X BlackFem!Reader

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He absolutely adores you because you just look so fucking cute with your floppy ears and big fluffy tail that moves so fast you get so excited at the smallest things.

The little hop in your step when you’re walking and the sudden burst of energy.

It has cross his mind when he sees you bend over for something that you’ve recently have become thicker than before. Like you was already thick but that ass was looking fat asf with those green booty shorts.

He felt the twitch of his cock in his sweat pants as you continue to bend over clean but then you got down on your knees for a better angle.

Deku is a thigh man because he likes the softness of them and how he can lay on them or how they feel when he can stuff his cock in between them in the late of the night.

He wasn’t watching the tv anymore his full attention was on you. He palms himself to ease the aching of his cock.

The sounds you was making wasn’t helping him at all with the cute wiggles you was doing just convinced him to come over and give you something to wiggle for.

“Oh bunny what’s wrong you’ve been there for a minute?” He moves closer to you pressing his harden cock on you.

You was definitely stuck good luck sis ! This man is going to keep you positioned just the way you are.

“Bunny you gotta help me.. yeah you’re going to help me right ?” Rubbing your ass then slapping it just repeat.

You can’t control your tail and jumping from the impact on your ass. You feel yourself getting wet.

“Hmm Y/n what’s the matter? You can’t take a few love taps?” “I think you can handle it bunny”

One thing izuku really love is grabbing your tail and tugging up to lift your lower half off the ground a little. The way you squeal and how your cunt gets much wetter from this action

“My precious bunny it seems like your stuck why don’t you let me help”  he pulls your shorts down roughly along with your panties and then grips your tail to lift you up a little bit.

This man is going to give you deep rough strokes while choking you from behind and tugging on your tail. Like the arch in your back is going to be so deep. ( 18+ Ref. )

“Damn Y/n you’re taking me so well right now with that little cunny of yours” His grip tighten on your throat and tilts your head upwards so he could give you a sloppy kiss. “Tighten that sweet little hole for me baby!” He grunts as he squeezes your face causing your tongue to roll out of your mouth.

As the coil in lower half snaps your body stiffens up and your eyes rolled to back of your head, tongue sticking out further. You’ve squealed when you felt his hand rubbing on your clit as he fucks you through the high.

“That’s right bunny make a mess for me!” He growls into your ear. “Let’s make more sounds with that greedy cunt of yours” He picks up the pace again with new vigor and grips your tail again while smacking your ass randomly.

It’s nothing but your juices dripping all over the floor and drenching his thighs and balls. But he isn’t close to finishing yet.

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