Warnings: Rough Sex, Rude And Horny Interns, Izukus Praise Kink.

Warnings: Rough sex, rude and horny interns, Izuku’s praise kink.

Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it’s been plaguing my mind ever since.

Just imagine:

After a long day at the agency, Izuku just wants to go home and unwind with you. Cuddling as you both lay on the couch, scarred arms wrapped around you as you lay on his chest watching some cheesy rom-com that you’ve seen over a thousand times.

Just as he was about to leave his office to go find you, he heard a few of the younger interns walking down the hallway talking rather loudly.

“She’s a total package. She’s smart, hot, and has a nice rack.”

“And that ass? Who wouldn’t want to grab at it?”

“Not to mention her hero suit, it’s like she’s asking to be fucked.”

“I’d hit that.”

And that’s when he knew. They were talking about you. To be fair, your hero suit did show a little too much skin. More than what Izuku would’ve liked but he understands why. You wanted to look confident in what you wore, not to mention your quirk required having some skin shown.

But the anger and jealousy he felt wasn’t soothed by that. They talked about you as if you were an object to their sick horny fantasy, a piece of cunt to use to get off to. You were his, his fiancée.

—

“F-fu..ck! Izu!”

You moaned out, face smooshed against the pillow as you felt the thick girth of his cock pounding into your already abused pussy from behind, his tip hitting your cervix relentlessly.

“That’s it baby,” he groaned out, his large hand smacking the already red flesh of your bottom that pulled a yelp from you. “Such a good girl for me.”

His body was on top of yours, one arm wrapped around your middle while the other played with your clit. His lips placing gentle kisses against your neck while the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers circled ‘round your needy bud.

“That’s it princess..doing so well for me. No one can fuck this pussy better than I can, right?”

All you could do was give a nod as an answer, your whines and moans being the only sounds you could make at the moment as he pounded into you.

You secretly loved seeing him like this, seeing how the large green haired man could easily turn from the softy he is to a beast in the sheets.

please i’m in class losing it

attractive things kirishima does 

➳ a/ n ;; there are many versions of this post im just spitting my brainrot out 

♡ responds to your attitude with a little playful pout and tells you “play nice” or tilts his head to the side and goes “’scuse me? wanna repeat that?” 

♡ orders food for you and gets it right every time. corrects the waiter without you having to ask and brushes it off so you don’t feel guilty. 

♡ rubs out the knots in your calves after you’ve been standing all day 

♡ puts his hand infront of you when he drives and you hit a hard stop 

♡ stands behind you when you go out so no one can check you out </3 

♡ his lockscreen is a live picture of you in your favorite outfit 

♡ doesn’t get angry when you make fun of him about something, just gives you a smug laugh and agrees with you, completely unbothered 

♡ lets his roots grow out.. lord have mercy 

♡ leans down to listen to you speak 

♡ holds your hand but lets his thumb brush against the back of your hand 

♡ lets you win when you playfight since it’s cute to see you get excited. 

♡ good with kids at every single age. just so sweet to them and they always love him. little siblings and cousins especially 

♡ kisses you ask for chapstick instead of just putting some on. 

♡ DRIVES SHIFT 

♡ moves you around like a ragdoll no matter what size you are cause he’s strong as shit 

NEVER!!

my sweet boy they could never make me hate you

he said what?😁😁😁

cw: sum spicy thoughts about prohero kiri!

“truth.”

“how big is it,” you ask, giggly over the rim of your red solo cup as you glance over at kirishima.

there’s a nice glow to him as you and friends sat in a circle in the midst of sero’s basement. all eyes were on him as teasing laughs filled the air, everyone eager to see if he’d answer such an invasive question. you were only messing around but you can’t say you weren’t a tad bit curious.

eijirou walked around like he was hiding a weapon in those stupid sweat pants he refused to pull up his hips. there was always an obvious curve in the seat of his gym shorts, taunting you when you two worked out together. it had to be big. he himself was huge. so forgive you if you wanted details beyond what you liked to privately imagine for yourself. you usually let your mind wonder to more than just size. were there veins forking up his shaft? which way did it curve? what color was his tip when he was leaking pre-

“i’m not answering that.” there was a lightness to his tone and a short chuckle after. he wasn’t the least bit upset but he was pretty firm on not humoring you.

the frown on your face was priceless as was mina’s whine from beside you.

“don’t hold out on us ei, give the gals what they want!” she tossed a potato chip at his head, making him laugh at her antics and stand with a stretch.

you watched as his shirt rose just enough for you to see the waistband of his boxers and the soft trail of black pubic hair peaking under his navel. your mouth was salivating to lick him there even more so to know what that hair led to.

later that night you found yourself in the kitchen, filling a cup with water from the sink tap and downing it to ease your dry tongue. in strolled a sleepy kiri, long hair knotted in a heavy bun behind his head. he leaned against the counter, tucking his hands in his pocket as he looked you over with heavy eyes. he looked so good like this. like good enough for you to drop to your knees if he so much as blinked the right way at you.

“i want you to guess.”

“hm?” you weren’t sure what he meant.

“guess how big it is, since you’re dying to know.”

oh. oh okay. your lips parted, closed, and then parted again at how taken back you were at his suddenness. but there was this cockiness to his tone that was making your insides churn and the alcohol was still clutching you just a tad so you stepped forward. you dropped your eyes downward, staring openly now that he was the one bringing attention to his own dick. god how you wished you could just unwrap it and find out but no, he wanted to tease.

“maybe if i feel it- i could get a better guesstimate.”

“nice try. quickly before i change my mind, you pervert.”

ouch. you look back up at him with a suck of your teeth, “fine. 7?”

“guess higher for me.”

“..8?”

“higher.”

“9. that’s gotta be it.”

kirishima let out a low chuckle deep in his chest almost like a purr, “yeah around there.”

“yeah i can’t take that.” you had said it without realizing it, cringing at your own words.

but eijirou didn’t miss a beat, following with, “that’s okay. i like it when they can’t take it. it always fits in the end.”

your brain short circuited, eyes wide as he starts to saunter away with that wide ass walk of his.

“sweet dreams, y/n.”

how many times can i talk about his dick. let’s make a tally. why is this what i’m doing at 4am.. oh well.

WOOOOOOOOWEEE

hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so i’d love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i haven’t seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him 😔💔 would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but it’s your choice 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks for reading this, obviously if you’re not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hiromi talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.

an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3

“hey, sweetheart don’t be shy,” he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“yeah…” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, he’s stuffed deep inside you, and you’re barely moving your hips—you shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.

albeit, he was very much patient with you.

you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. “mhm…easy, there we go, good girl. don’t rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.”

his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.

despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. “h—hiromi,” you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney — the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. “i feel it, ‘s gonna.. ‘m gonna cum.”

“you are,” he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. “so be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ‘n slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.”

your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but you’ve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.

alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.

your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.

his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.

so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves — in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.

“such a pretty body,” he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. “—and an even more playful girl.”

“hiromi, it feels— feels…”

you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.

you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, he’s sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. “i know, baby. i feel it too. you’re getting me all…sensitive myself.”

his words made you throb, the way he’d pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin — you studied his facial expressions.

his pretty hooked nose that you’d kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.

“just let go for me, princess. don’t gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.” he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.

you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. “oh, what—? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?”

he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. “come here, princess.”

you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweet…

indescribable yet entirely sugary. higuruma’s tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before you’re cumming, whining.

higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.

“i know, i know. relax,” and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. “good girl. such a good pretty girl,” and he softly strokes the back of your head — dick still twitching inside of you. you’re murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. “that was just one orgasm, i wonder how’d you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.”

a me’s man

i think the thing i like about kirishima is just that hes a mans man but like actually. he probably is traditional and chivalrous. he pays for your dates and fills your car up with gas. pulls your chair out for you at restaurants and helps you put on your heels or tie your sneakers. hes not especially delicate. hes tall and strong with a boyish laugh and a tough features. all sharp teeth and so rowdy. he owns a chain that he wears with everything and theres no crease in his sneakers. he plays basketball and drinks milk out of the carton but hes just the sweetest to you. he dresses well but not formal. he snores and has hair in every place that matters - coarse and dark. but he treats you better than anyone else. a mans man but in the good way, the attractive way that makes you lean into him more than you ever planned to. ykwim?