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God damn- United as one nation under this man, by some sheer amount of grace ✨Thank SO much✨
okay hear me out. DILF kiri??
i hear you and i see you, anon hehe
WARNINGS : smut, size difference, belly bulge, soft cervix fucking.
Unfortunately, the older version of Kirishima, wornout, fully grown, truly a hulk of a man—is ridden with insecurity.
He’s not trim and chiseled like Bakugou, or a modelesque “dilf”—what even is that? he’s wondered a handful of times—like Todoroki.
No, he’s massive. Nearing seven feet tall, once a benefit for his hero work, now retired, he just feels awkward in his body. Kirishima’s unnaturally thick, too, covered head to toe in scars and coarse hair with rough, calloused skin to match. His pointed teeth no longer presenting as youthful and fun. And it’s all.. It’s just..
People don’t like that, do they?
So he thinks. Sulking into a corner of society he dug himself, where he believes he’ll be spared of judgment, safe from shame. But things change when tiny, little you, pure and innocent, feast your eyes on the monstrosity that is Kirishima Eijirou.
You bat your lashes when you bump into him, neck straining as you blink up at the redhead in awe. He’s kind, quick to applogize, blissfully unaware of the thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind, the finality of the decision you’ve just made: you want him.
That’s how the two of you end up back at your place, his massive palms squeezed between your grasp as you pull him hastily into your apartment. He has to duck his head several times on the way to your bedroom, all while his heart thrums in his chest like a goddamn virgin.
“Are you sure? I mean—“
“Oh, shut it,” are the last coherent words that fall from your pretty lips, or at least, words that aren’t whines and mewls, slurred praises drowning in the drool you can’t seem to contain anymore.
He’s enormous, barely fits the entirety of his figure on your mattress, with legs so long that they hang off the bed—however, he’s got them folded underneath himself, bent so he can fuck his weapon of a cock into your tight cunt just the way you tell him to.
“S’big, fuck—“
“Is it okay?” It comes out as a grunt, heavy palms gripping the flesh of your ass as he drills into you, “Too much?”
You shake your head, peaking up at the man half-lidded, blissed out, his breath hitching at the sight, “Nn, need more, Eiji.”
His eyes nearly roll into his skull. What’s a sweet angel like you doing all this for? Desperately grinding yourself on his girthy cock, when your legs don’t—can’t—even reach around his waist? You leave him with no choice but to fuck you onto him, gravity driving the swollen head of his cock into your untouched womb.
“Doesn’t it hurt? Should we—“
You claw at his chest, thick wires of hair pinching between your nails, “Don’t stop, oh god, feels so good, Daddy.”
What kind of monster are you? His tongue bleeds with how hard he’s biting down on it, losing himself in the way that you willingly destroy your cunt for him, on him, with him.
It’s too much, he thinks, spilling years of pent up cum into your abused hole, pulling you flush, admiring the bulge formed on your tender belly and the way you smile so sweetly just before collapsing onto his chest.
Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe he isn’t so bad.
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