Real

real

farmer boys are the best boys because they’re usually big and beefy and strong and their hearts are fat just like their cocks are

the breakfast afterwards was such a ‘mwah, no bars.’ moment like😫

thinkin about how izuku gets home from work sooo late sometimes and he’s just too tired to tend to your needs, he promises he will the next day but at the moment he just needs to rest.

also thinkin about how izuku sleeps completely naked, a thin sheet covering his lower body because he knows you like to use him in his sleep, and he allows this. the first time he wasn’t able to pleasure you after work due to his body being too tired, he gave you permission to ride him if you felt like you needed to.

so now every night that izuku comes home late and unable to keep himself awake to fuck you, you take matters into your own hands and sit yourself down on his cock. every now and then he’ll thrust himself upwards, probably dreamin that he’s fucking you too. but it does get tiring for you too, you’re used to taking it from him !! he’s supposed to fuck you !! he’s supposed to hold you down and fuck his cum into you !!

izuku does make up for it in the mornings though, when he finds his cute little wife laying on his chest with his cock still buried inside you. you’d been so tired from having to do all the work yourself, you couldn’t even gather up the strength to roll off of him !! but he would take care of you, give you all the lovin n fuckin you need that he couldn’t provide for the night before. and he’ll still make you breakfast afterwards <333

I can take it I promise 🛐🛐

Source here!

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i’m GENUINELY TWEAKING

💳💥💳

🍬 candy drip !!

syn. izuku can’t believe he finally has you. it’s only fair he spoils you to say thank you.

cw. we fuckin fuckin! reader has a lil happy weight on her. loads of pet names. daddy kink. sir kink. yeah there’s both 🥴. size kink if you REALLY squint. not really mean deku but he’s moreso a little strict. very much dom deku content. fem reader.

note. back to my roots with this one! iykyk! also this was written ambiguously but with black reader in mind.

inspo. candy drip - lucky daye // too deep - dvsn

all those years spent pining after you were worth it.

he remembers them fondly. the nights spent having to watch you deal with your boyfriend who barely even deserved you. that one time you two broke up and he descended on you as fast as acceptably possible. how mad he was when he inevitably fucked things up, chased you right back into your boyfriend’s arms. how lost he felt after you lost contact for years. the joy he felt when you randomly popped up on twitter again and followed him.

and now look at you. look at what izuku’s made of you.

in the few short months that you two were together izuku’s impact was obvious. from the way your body filled out, the way your skin shone and smile beamed brighter every day. he’d do nothing to hide his smiles when you told him you couldn’t fit in your jeans anymore, how dresses would tear at your hips, how skirts couldn’t get over your ass. that’s happy weight, your friends would say, and he’d watch as you roll your eyes and mock them, but he didn’t need to see color on your cheeks to know you were blushing everytime they said it.

izuku thinks he’s obsessed with you. surely love isn’t powerful enough a word. you mention you want something and he’s pushing his wallet in your pockets in seconds. you say you’re having a bad day and suddenly he’s called out of work, his baby’s far too important and there are other heroes around to keep the city safe. you’re hungry and he’s ordering your favorites while you tell him you don’t know what you want to eat. you’re whiny, flustered and frustrated and well, he knows how to deal with that too.

“there she is. there’s my honey girl.” he kisses the nape beneath your ear with a content smile. his large, calloused hand thumbs circles into your pudgy tummy, occasionally massaging the doughy flesh appreciatively. “you can be so needy for daddy’s touch sometimes but never know how to just ask for it.”

it’s not like he could say no. you ask him all the time, zuzu, be a little mean with me. rough me up a little. and he tries, he wants to, but that sweet little voice you call his name in, the way your angel pussy opens and welcomes him, it softens him every time.

how can he be mean to the sweetest girl ever?

“sh-shouldn’t have to.” you mutter, head lolling back to his shoulder. your back arches outwards and he watches your pretty tits shudder with the force of your beating heart. by nature, a curse slips from his rosy lips, saliva accumulating in his mouth.

“yeah?”

how can he be mean? shit. you make it so easy sometimes.

the fingers circling your clit stiffen to tap it. gentle this time, hard enough to just sting and make you gasp, make those pretty eyes pop open. it’s good, means you can watch him grab your face and guide your mouth open. on instinct you even stick your tongue out for him. there’s his good girl.

“shouldn’t have to? sure that’s what you wanna go with?” izuku loves watching your face. his tone switches a little and suddenly your eyes are wide and rounded off. there’s not a thought in your head and he feels your pussy throb beneath his fingers. look at his girl go.

“hm?” he asks, tapping your cheek when you don’t respond. “that’s what you’re going with pretty girl? you know better than that with me.”

he spits directly onto your tongue, smiling when you swallow without instruction. your eyes are glossy, lips swollen and rosy from kissing minutes prior. he raises an eyebrow, chuckling a bit when you still don’t respond. “because you know me, right? daddy doesn’t like when you don’t tell him what you want.”

izuku’s fingers feel good between your folds. they must, from the way your breathing catches as he swipes his index up and down from your clit through your seam. the sound is soft and ever welcomed, gentle, sloppy noises from your pretty cunt sounding sweet in his ear. his cock throbs beneath you, tucked up hard and leaking in his briefs.

“mhm.” you say absentmindedly. he tuts, tapping your pussy a little harsher this time before rubbing four fingered circles into your messy little bud.

“you know better than that.” his voice is firmer. “answer me again. properly this time.”

“yes sir.” your response is immediate. izuku’s heart flutters.

sir. she’s calling him sir today.

“what do you want pretty girl?”

he watches as you struggle, fighting through the clouds of your mind. “to cum.”

“hm.” izuku switches to his index, flicking your clit around, smirking when your legs twitch and kick outwards. “want me to make you cum.”

you nod first, finding your tongue when his pace slows. “yes sir. please sir.”

“with what?” your hips jut forward and you whine in discontent. izuku’s sticky hand slaps firm, fast and hard on your inner thigh. “with what, princess.”

you find your words again. “your cock. please. i need to cum on your cock.”

sinking into your pussy makes izuku delirious. your walls greet him excitedly every time, plush and warm and alive as it opens and tightens and hugs his veiny cock in earnest. he loves it, can’t help but press a kiss on your shoulder blades, big hands holding your hips steady. your shoulders sink into the duvet, arching up that ass nice and high for him until he smacks it in appreciation. to show gratitude, your pussy clamps down around his tip, and you both moan in unison.

“my girl’s got such a good pussy.” izuku’s never able to hold his tongue inside you. he babbles too much, driven near insane, and the less coherent the thought, the harder he’s plowing into you. his balls slap against your clit in mere seconds, your choppy squeals and mewls gassing him to go further. he catches sight of your pretty pink nails digging into the duvet covers and adjusts his stance, rooting one foot onto the bed and driving your hips back to meet his strokes. his cock fits in deeper, his eyes rolling around, tongue lolling and panting out like a dog until he’s whining like one too.

“good girl, good girl, taking all ‘a my cock.” he pants. “pussy’s so fuckin— shit, ‘s so good mama. so fucking good.”

you’re babbling nonsense into the sheets, and the giggle from your boyfriend that reaches your ears makes your eyes cross and cunt clench up so tight it nearly pushes him out. izuku moves his hands to your back and arches you further, raising on his toes to angle down into you and fuck you right in that spot you both like.

he succeeds.

“oh!” you cry out. you gasp and shudder and claw, kicking your feet in vain while his big cock bullies hard into you. “oh, oh izu! there, there! ‘s- so good right there, please!”

“yeah?” the smirk on his face is evident in his voice. he keeps his stance fierce and rigid, sweat dripping from his brow as sounds of your sloppy pussy ring loud in the room. “i know pretty girl, i know. know this pussy well, honey. you’re gonna cum for me?”

“mhm!” you whine through bitten lips, too lost in that quickly building feeling churning deep in the bellows of your tummy. you’re so caught up, too caught up, that when izuku pulls out of you and abruptly gives you a harsh slap on your pussy hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, you gasp and keen in the same breath.

his big hand curls around your neck and pulls you up in moments. you’re blinking rapidly, chest racing, and his hand finds your pussy to slap it again rapidly while his lips find your ear.

“pretty girl, how do you address me?” his voice is low and stern. you clench up, pitifully around nothing, though the feeling of his hot, hard cock against your ass does nothing to sedate you. instinctively you push back into it, but a harsh slap to your inner thigh stills you again as tears build in your waterline. “don’t make me ask you again.”

“yes sir!” you gasp out. he hums appreciatively.

“you wanna cum on my cock right?” another yes sir. “then you’ll behave. good girls get to cum on my cock, princess.”

“yes sir.” your lips are wobbling now. “please, sir, m so close, i just- i just need—“

“this?”

izuku pushes into you steady and mindbreakingly slow. he holds you in place, thumbing around your clit in slow, calculated circles, matching the pace of well aimed strokes knocking deep within your center. he borders on too deep every time but fuck it feels so good.

“yeah, yeah!” you fall slack in his hold but he keeps you upright and steady. “this, sir, yes! thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you—“

“cum on my dick princess. be my good girl and cum for me.”

it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. the way you give yourself to his demands, listen at the drop of a dime like he’s pavloved you. he tells you to cum and you do it. your body runs slack and your walls tighten, then suddenly they fall slack too. his strokes sound squishy and sloppy, creamy cum leaking thick around his dick, coating warm over it in earnest. you cum so much and for so long, until he’s laying you gently on your tummy and angling deep, causing you to tremble and cum again. best of all, the name that falls from your lips as you do so.

“oh, oh! daddy! daddy! thank you, thank you— oh my-“

“that’s it.” he chuckles. “there’s my girl.”

it takes one, two, three strokes before izuku’s groaning deep in his chest. you clench up weakly around him at the sound, and it’s cute. watching your pussy fill until his cum oozes out around him. he strokes as his cock throbs and you tense up, then release again. he’s not surprised he made you squirt. he’s surprised he did it without trying. so much so that it pulls a genuine laugh out of him.

“good girl, good girl.” he kisses on you soothingly. you hiccup, still shaking in aftershock, gasping and whining. “my good girl, always. daddy’s so proud of you princess. did so fucking good for me—“

“fuck me again daddy.” you cut him off, and it catches him so off guard he smiles. your eyes are open and glassy, but the way your pussy tightens around him isn’t to be ignored.

“please.”

he chuckles. such a spoiled little thing he’s got you.

“okay pretty girl. how do you want it?”

look like i’m goin’ for a swim😜

dilf izuku goes w u to get ur nails done n then moans real sweet when u wrap em around his dick :((

“you like ‘em izu?”

that’s what you’d asked. that’s what lead to this. a simple, simple question. did he like it.

if only answering was as simple as that.

he does. he does like it. the soft whites and greens look beautiful on your hands but there’s no way on earth his tongue can form the words in his mind to say while he’s like this. while you’re like this. on your knees in the dressing room of the boutique you stopped at before you got home, one hand dipping beneath your cute skirt and the other wrapped around his fat heady cock.

he can barely think like this.

your pretty lips and sparkly gloss stretch around his mind numbingly fat tip and he’s bracing large palms on the bench, big thighs spreading wider, softened tummy clenching with restraint while he tries not to buck up into your little throat. you look so pleased. happy with the drooling, whimpering, pathetic mess you’ve made of the old man. your lips part and you pull away with a soft pop and a little thread of saliva connects your mouth to his cock still, along with the pools of drool that soak down over your hands and over his heavy balls. he shivers when your wrist flicks upwards and your hand drags to follow, gripping him just right until you near his head and he’s swallowing, eyes nearly rolling around his head as he loses focus.

“you g’na cum for me, izu?”

fuck. if you asked him like that, then he had to.

“uh huh,” he nods, salt, pepper and parsley colored curls bouncing on his forehead. “yeah i am, sweet girl. you want me to?”

“need you to.” you breathe, rolling your fingers around your soft clit. you lean in and press a kiss at his base, then trail up his cock until he’s gritting his teeth and hissing.

“keep-“ he swallows, struggles, juniper eyes falling to watch your own doe eyes bat wetly up at him. great heavens. “keep strokin’ me like that, princess. keep- yeah, yeah, just like that.”

it’s too much. seeing you get off at the sight of him getting off too you, thinking and hearing how that pretty cunt’s all messy and sloppy and wet over him, for him— it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy. his mind stutters and empties and fire lights in his tummy and he’s trying his best to keep quiet because there’s commotion a little ways away from the door and he’ll half level out this whole store if he didn’t get to cum and see the look on your cute face right now.

your eyes flicker to his fat balls as your tongue occasionally laps at his cock. they squeeze, bounce, pull and snap up to his body and you watch with wide eyes as his cock throbs heavy in your hands.

“izu,” your eyes twinkle and he’s got to remind himself he’s a grown man and not a blushing virgin anymore.

“‘m cummin’ princess. you ready? cause— fuck— i’m cummin’.”

it oozes and you coo. you coo at him and somehow it makes him melt even more. he watches helplessly as his own cock gushes all over your hands, over your nails, matching with the green and white ombré and something in him likes that even more because of course it does. his eyes drag to your little hands, the way your wrists move violently, bracelets jiggling against each other as you work yourself to your own high and— oh. his throat tightens when your eyes well and your brows pull together then apart, chest rising and falling with a shatter, tiny squeal creeping out of you as your clit twitches and you squirt all over the dressing room floor. all at the sight of him cumming for you.

he stops caring about anyone overhearing when he reaches down and scoops you up, laying you on the bench so he can return his sweet girl the favor.

i giggled

i feel like both kawata twins are tender headed but nahoya really be dragging it.

like hes sat down on the couch and you're standing up behind him, comb BARELY touching the ends of his hair and hes already complaining about you being too rough on his head, pushing your hands away and all. he barely stays still long enough for you to get an even part.

"y/n you're pulling too hard!!" "boy if you don't shutcho ass up-"

is deff getting popped with the comb. stfu and get yo hair done🤦🏾‍♀️

souya is on the verge of tears the entire time but he takes it like a champ. he probably takes way better care of his hairstyles compared to his brother as well. his durags tied on so tight he's waking up with headaches but the braids lasting soooo

nahoya definetly tries for like the first week of his hair getting done but after that he's lucky if he even knows the whereabouts of a single scarf in the house.

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