#mirio smut

[angelltheninth]

How would Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Dabi, Eijirou, Mirio act when they cum early?

Have I ever written something like this? I don't think I did, odd, but fun.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Taglist: nsfw, smut, marathon sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, embarrassment, praise, affirmation, cuddlefucking, kissing

A/N: I love new ideas, keep them coming (like these characters will be)

Poor Izuku is so embaressed that he finished in a few pumps that he pulls out and backs up, face aflame and getting worse as he sees his cum pouring out of your pussy. It's a hot sight but he barely got in there and he already came. He feels like he should have more stamina then that because of his training. He's feeling the anxiety and the pressure to make you come and doesn't know how to fix it because he's already soft. You see how much its affecting him right now and you pull him close and on top of you, his soft cock pressing against your clit and the outside of your pussy. He might be soft now but you can get him going again. Besides, it took a lot for him to get into the prime fighting shape he's in now right? Same thing with sex, you just have to keep practicing until he can go all night.

Bakugo is pretty snappy when he finishes early. He's angry, not at you, at himself. He's not selfish, not when it comes to sex, he loves to make you come, loves knowing he's making you feel good, hearing you moaning his name so of course he's not stopping just because he finished early. He keeps his cock snug inside your hole, feeling the combining warmth around his cock. If you think he's quitting now you must not know him as much as he thought you did, if he can't make you come with his cock then he'll use his hands, he's always been good with them. Besides he'll be hard again soon and then you're in real trouble because he intends to creampie you until your pussy can't take anymore, in a manner of minutes or hours, doesn't matter.

Shoto blinks a few times, in minor disbelief that he just came. Huh. You must have effected him more then he thought. Take that as a compliment because very few pussies have made him come earlier then he wanted to. He keeps his hips rolling slowly while kissing your neck, running his hot and cold tongue across your sensitive skin. Moan like that again, say his name like a prayer and he'll be hard again in minutes. If he does pull out it will be to change positions and get behind you, your ass in the air for him, his cum trailing down your thighs and onto his hard again cock. You ready for round two? He promises to make you see stars first this time.

Eijiro laughs a little at himself before his face gets sad. Well... that very embarrassing for him. And he's the kind of guy who can go for a very long time when he's in your mouth, who knew that just a taste of your pussy would make him lose his composure. In that case... can he use your mouth to clean up? While you're doing that he's not gonna leave you hanging, he made you dirty too. With your mouth on his dick and your sopping cunt in his face he doesn't have to ask to know when you're close. He can feel your thrusting into his tongue, your pussy flowing with his cum, dripping onto his fingers before he wipes it away and pushes it back in. His cock will be ready for your pussy again soon, you just keep working your magic tongue on it.

Mirio holds your hips upwards, pounding into you with full force, he's rushing towards him coming, he wants to come, even if its faster then he usually does. When his cum is spilling down your stomach he chuckles and winks at you, rubbing his hands together and wrapping one hand around his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before putting you on your side and thrusting his cock back in, he doesn't care that its currently soft, your pussy will get it rock hard in no time won't it? Yeah, because you love how it feels, how he feels, how he whispers into your ear, your pussy all but jacking him off at this point.

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[mamayan]

I would murder for more Aizawa but that's not what this ask is about tee hee~

My boy Mirio except it's him and reader's first time and reader can't keep up with his stamina 👉🏽👈🏽

Ah yes, my golden boy. My golden retriever. My goodest boy award winning champion. Mirio Togata! Your request is comin’ right up! ♡ not proof read!

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Mirio Togata x Fem! Reader

CW: Established Relationship • Future AU • NSFW • Fluff! • Virgin! Mirio • Virgin! Reader • Penetration • Praise • Overstimulation • Humor (he’s a goof) • Fingering (F) • Oral (F) • Size Kink • Creampie

He’s looking at you again.

With those eyes. The ones that sparkle and say “look at how cute I am!” while a pink hue covers his cheeks.

You pointedly ignore the look, resuming work on your laptop while he sulks over on the couch. You weren’t going to give in, he’s had a long day of patrols as a pro-hero, and needed to be prioritizing sleep. Hence, why you’re working even though your boyfriend arrived late in the evening to see you. His face popping through your front door to announce his presence nearly sending you to an early grave.

“Hey babe! I brought Thai food—,”

“Kyaaa!” You’d thrown the cup you’d been washing right at him. The ceramic mug neatly caught in his hand, also coming through your door. His boisterous laugh only earning him an earful as you repeat your request for him to knock like a normal person.

“Sorry, I always forget! I just get so excited to see you!” You can imagine a golden fluffy tail wagging behind him and droopy ears on his head. His attitude akin to your neighbor’s dog.

“What’re you doing here so late Mirio?” Your pointed look had him deflating, and it makes your chest feel stuffy to see him so.

“I just wanted to see you…?” How were you supposed to send him away?

“When is the last time you’ve had a full night’s rest? You need to sleep Mirio.” Your worry far greater than anything else as you fret over him. He sets the food down in the kitchen, moving his tall and imposing frame towards you. You’re quickly wrapped in his strong arms, squished gently to his chest as he just breathes you in for a moment. It’s impossible not to relax, to let him take a little weight despite it being him who needs the burden lightened. “I just want you to take care of yourself…” your sweet confession has him nearly dropping to one knee, but well aware a marriage proposal so quick to your new relationship might have you scampering away.

“Hmm, then, could I stay the night here?” His words have you tensing up nervously, aware of the implication and not naive to what it can lead to.

You don’t mind, really, but once again your thoughts stick to his lack of sleep and self care lately. He’s been working nearly 18 hours a day for the last week! It’s a criminal offense, those hours.

That’s how you’re here now. Finishing up work and trying to pointedly ignore Mirio’s soft blue eyes glittering for your attention. Despite his size and figure, his face makes even children trusting of him, looking incapable of bringing harm. You fell in love with the man for far more than just such simply reasons, but it certainly wasn’t a disservice that your boyfriend was so cute.

You don’t notice he’d snuck up on you, only startling as thickly corded arms snake over your shoulders and chest. He leans his head on top of yours, looking down at your work.

“Mirio, you can stay here, but go to bed please—,”

“Are you scared?” His questions pauses your rant, and you tense under the weight he’s leaned on you. The slight change in demeanor is all he needs to drop his arms, and you’re a little embarrassed and ashamed when he moves away from you.

Only for his hands to grip the bottom of your chair and turn you completely around.

He’s crouching down now, though with his height and size, even with you sitting he’s nearly eye level with you. His face, normally like sunshine and smiling, is uncharacteristically stoic. His gaze somewhat darkened as he seems to silently command your full attention.

“Sunshine,” you try not to show how the pet name makes your heart flutter, “If my presence is making you feel pressured in any way, I promise it is no big deal for me to go sleep on the couch, on the floor, or go home.” You go to open your mouth, defensive because you didn’t want him to leave or sleep anywhere but on a comfortable bed. He’s quick to gently wrap a large hard over your jaw, hushing you as making you look up at he stands to loom over you.

It’s not threatening. Even with how big and bulky the blonde is, his aura of protection and kindness is undeniable.

“I want you, all of you, but do not doubt for one second in your mind that I am a man who can’t wait. I have never loved a woman like I love you, I’m nervous and scared too, I’m not experienced nor can I confidently say I’m going to always be able to keep my excitement in check but…” he leans closer, you can feel the warmth of his breath and smell his cologne. “I will always respect what you want.”

He finishes so firmly, no room for any other thoughts but his sincerity, that you feel your eyes water and lip wobble. How many losers had you dated before, who grew vicious and mean when you rejected them? How many said hateful words and comments like that’d make you any more open to sex? How many left you because you wanted to get to know them as a person before you let yourself be so vulnerable?

“I love you too,” your voice is a little hoarse, but you wrap your hands around his wrist, keeping his touch on you as you let yourself relax. You look up, to his soft shining eyes and sweet smile, and you can’t help mimicking it. Letting your lips tilt up because even though your heart is so full it feels like it’ll overflow, you are happy and so sure of him. You’ve been sure of him, but the topic and approach just lost on you. He’s been so busy working as a hero as well, saving lives and people, that you’ve felt guilty taking time he could be resting away from him.

“You aren’t tired?” You feel so shy, despite knowing him and always being so comfortable around him. It feels different.

“Not even a little.” He chuckles, and you’re truly gone as you move one hand away from his wrist to curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. Tugging him down further, so you could kiss him. Slot your lips against his thin and soft ones, and further solidify your resolve.

“Let’s go to bed Mirio…” you break the kiss, to really look into his eyes. They widen slightly, and his face flushes deeper than you’ve ever seen before as he stutters out, “A-are you sure? Like… uh, just bed or…?” You giggle, grinning as you feel your nerves evaporate in the presence of his.

This big strong pro-hero, stuttering and blushing while waving his hand in panic, because you invited him to bed.

“No, not just bed, unless you lied and you really are tired?” Your sly smile and quirked brow set him off, his huff and grumble as he scoops you up into a Princess carry adorable.

“Not tired…” he grumps, marching you nearly mechanically to your room, toeing the door open and setting you down on your mattress. He nervously rubs a hand on the back of his neck, not looking at you as he mumbles a bit awkwardly.

“Okay… so you said not just bed, but could you possibly say… it?” He’s sheepish and you feel overcome with the need to tease him. You bat your lashes, looking coy and so beautiful he really finds it difficult to swallow as he looks down at you before averting his eyes again, trying to stay on topic.

“Say what Mirio…?” You sit up on your knees, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him closer. You hardly have to use any strength, his body automatically following your nonverbal orders perfectly. Your head is at his chest like this, perfect height to run your hands softly over his torso and slip under his jacket to push it off his shoulders.

He lets you. No fight or push back in him as you feel yourself becoming emboldened. He makes you feel confident. Like whatever you’re doing, however you’re doing it, is right in his book. Maybe it’s just right that you’re touching him.

“Say that I love you…?” You’re clearly teasing, your smile too saccharin and eyes too mischievous. He chuckles, soft and quiet, keeping his hands off you but allowing you full access to him. It’s on purpose.

“I love you too pretty girl, but not quite what I meant…” his jacket drops to the ground, and you’re working on his shirt next, shivering at the feel of his solid muscles beneath your finger tips.

“Oh? Say that I’m so lucky you’re mine…?” He wants to touch you, but he also doesn’t want to ruin your fun. It’s a battle of will for him at the moment. When your soft small hands can’t reach any farther to push his shirt off and he has to help you, his jeans feel too tight.

“Fuck, I’m lucky you’re mine, my girl who loves to tease me.” You giggle again, feeling jittery and aroused as he throws his shirt next to his jacket, upper body naked and in full view for your eyes to feast on. You’re hands aren’t innocent either, and while you’ve felt him up plenty during your make out sessions… once more it feels different. Warmer and more passionate.

“Mhm… then, say I want you to make love to me? That I want you inside of me? To touch me?” He moans, shivers racking his body visibly as he finally gets his permission to touch you.

You squeal in excitement as he pushed you, your back hitting the soft sheets as he leans over you with a wicked grin. He looks victorious. “You said,” is all you get before he’s kissing you like lives depend on it, lips parting for his tongue to invade and swirl around your own. Nipping and sucking on your lips as his calloused hands run up your sides and squeeze you. You moan up into the kiss, muffled as you wrap your arms around his neck to anchor him to you. Your hands naughty, moving to run through his soft locks and tugging.

He groans, pulling away and grunting when you do it again, his gaze darker than before as he smiles. “Keep teasing me baby, you look so pretty like this.” You gasp in pleasure as he grips your sleep shorts, yanking them down and swiftly off your legs. They’re tossed to the floor as he does the same to your shirt, leaving you beneath him in only a thin bra and panties.

It’s the most he’s ever seen of you.

You don’t get a chance to feel anything but purely embarrassed as he moans, his forehead connecting with your chest as he grips your arms tightly. “S-sorry, just—you’re so cute. I need a moment.” You heat up, stomach filled with butterflies as you huff a laugh. His display dramatic but endearing. It’s not hard to make him sit up, as your hands go to his jeans and work on opening them up, setting off a whole new display of theatrics.

“Fuck, fuck, your hands look so cute, do you want me to help? No? Oh, oh fuck so soft, wait—,” you don’t wait, not when he sounds so desperate, no when you’re so desperate. Just to touch him. Feel him. Make this powerful pro-hero adored by the masses crumple under your hand, because of you. You try not to make a face, as your hand finally does feel and wrap around him… and your fingers don’t quite all touch around. No, you try not to flinch or show your astonishment because only pornos had actors this big, but Mirio is hanging on to your every reaction. He doesn’t miss it. You wince, lips parting a bit as his pants hang off his hips and you hold his hard cock in your hand.

It’s hot, physically hotter than the rest of his body, and you’re slightly clammy as you give a few experimental jerks like you’ve seen in videos.

“Ah, mhm, here baby, like this…” his hands are so much bigger than your own, it’s more obvious as one wraps around yours to show you how he likes to be touched. He tightens his hold, moaning a bit as he watches and essentially uses your hand like a sex toy. Harder and faster than you’d done it, working his uncut cock up further and somewhat strangling to tip before dropping back down. You’re enthralled, watching the reddened head leak all over you both, his pre-cum copious, helping as a lubricant to make the movements easier.

“Does it feel good?” You can’t help it, as he semi leans over you and masturbates with your hand, you ask a somewhat rhetorical question.

His smile melts the anxiety like the sun melts ice. “I feel like I’m going to die I’m so close to coming.” His honest answer has you simmering. “Is that okay? Can I cum for you?” His breathing is labored, little grunts and moans mingled but he doesn’t look away from you or the soft skin revealed to his eyes.

“Y-yes…” you feel silly for the words which nearly came out, but he seems to see right through you.

“I need you to say it more clearly.” He’s moving his hips now, pushing more of his fat cock through the grip of your fist and making the muscles in your hand ache, but you refuse to release tension. You swallow the embarrassment, because this is Mirio and even if he did laugh, wouldn’t you follow too?

“I want you to cum for me Mirio, cum in my mouth.” It sounds like a line torn from a sex tape, but it’s a line which apparently has him seizing up because suddenly your yanked forward into a sitting position. His cock right by your lips, his hand using your own to work himself furiously as you instinctively open just before he gasps and his load shoots in spurts onto your tongue and lips. “So hot, fuck you’re so hot, so pretty like this…ah,” his head is thrown back as he slows his vicious abuse, your concern for his well being unnecessary as he comes down from his euphoria. You swallow, and while you’d heard horror stories of how men taste, you note it’s mild and a little salty. He doesn’t taste bad at all.

Your hand is sticky and wet as you pull it off him, shiny strings of pre-cum and actual cum breaking off his softening erection as peer up at him.

Despite having a redder than usual face, Mirio looks the same. Grinning and proud looking as he shuffles off the bed to fully remove his clothes.

You really thank whatever star granted you such a man. His entire body sculpted and powerful, each muscle on display and you giggle as he flexes dramatically for you, climbing back onto the bed and encouraging you to lie back. “Thank you sweet girl, but don’t you think I also deserve a taste?” His innuendo not lost on you. Your heart picks up, but you nod with a nervous smile as you let him strip your remaining undergarments off so he could have full access to you.

Like with everything about Mirio, he isn’t shy.

Quick to use those big hands to spread your thigh, keeping you open with his own as his hands smooth up your hips, over you soft belly and up to your breasts where he leans over to capture a nipple in his mouth. You can’t quiet the noise it draws from you, your hands tangling again in his hair as you moan. His tongue lavishing your hardening nipple, wetting it and sucking as he stares and tracks every little piece of information you give to him. Like learning the moves of a villain in battle, Mirio is consciously memorizing your movements and habits to see what makes you react more.

Your hips move against nothing, his thighs keeping you spread and your wet cunt exposed to the cool air in the room as you twist and writhe beneath him. He’s gentle, even as he nips and sucks bruising marks onto your chest and up as he kisses to your jaw. “Mirio…” you mumble so sweetly it makes his teeth ache, and he doesn’t stop himself from sinking into your neck a little roughly with his teeth. Your sharp gasp turning into a moan as he licks the sting away.

“You’re so cute, so precious, all mine. I’m so lucky, aren’t I?” He’s murmuring against you, finally bringing his lips up again to kiss you deeply. His tongue and scent distracting as he lets a finger trail through your slick, jolting you with the shock of pleasure as he brushes over your clit. “Does it feel good?” His teasing voice is right beside your ear, and while you can’t see him, you know he’s enjoying the payback. You huff a laugh, hardly focused on his words as you’re forced to accept the minuscule stimulation he’s giving. Teasing and not enough.

You turn your head, using your grip in his hair to make him stay while you whisper in his ear. “It feels so good… but it’d feel better inside me.” He groans, his cock once again aching and hard as he rests his head in the crook of your neck while he allows his finger to push inside your pussy. If you’d thought his cock was hot, you had no idea how warm inside you were. Mirio momentarily stunned by the intensity of your body temperature as he’s forced to imagine the tight wet space stretching to fit him.

“I think I’m going to lose my mind…” his whisper is barely audible, and you don’t get a chance to question him as he adds another finger, this time you feel the stretch. “Mirio, oh,” you tremble beneath him, hands leaving his hair to wrap around his free hand braced on your hip. You can’t help but watch, feeling so wound up felt both incredible and frustrating all at once. “I want to cum, Mirio, please,” your little whines and moans were already leaving him dizzy, but your begging with those wide watery eyes made it hard not to get rougher with you. Your pussy soaked his hand, the wet squelching of each thrust of his fingers inside of your gooey walls making you twist and grind your hips onto him.

“M’gonna cum…” the build it up quick and slow all at once, Mirio finally hitting a spot inside that had stars bursting in your eyes. The tight coil in your belly snaps as you shake and come apart for him. “That’s it, so good…” he’s working you down slowly, easing the speed and intensity as you come down, kissing your forehead so gently.

You drowsily look up at him, as he brings his fingers to his lips and noisily sucks each one clean as he holds eye contact. You huff in embarrassment, trying not to show how arousing the display truly way. “Do you think you could cum on my tongue next baby?” His serious expression was enough to have you focusing despite the lull of your body.

He wants to make you come again?

You couldn’t help but feel giddy, nodding and letting out a happy giggle as he kissed your cheeks, nose, and lips. “Thank you pretty girl.” He never ceased to amaze, because should it be you who was thankful? It hardly mattered as your attention drifted to his lips traveling down, leaving marks in his path to your sopping wet pussy.

“So pretty,” he chuckles as you shy away, feeling odd having him just stare at you. His hands moving to spread the lips of your cunt to stare at your twitching hole he wanted to fill so badly. His blue eyes are nearly black, his pupils blown wide and face so flushed he appears intoxicated. “Don’t just stare—oh!” He’s on his elbows the next moment, hooking around your thighs and spreading you wider as he comes within an inch of touching your pussy. His mischievous gaze holding your own as he sticks his tongue out to lick one fat strip up your folds.

“Fuck,” you shudder, the foreign feeling consuming. So much softer than any toy or time you’ve used your fingers. It’s feather light at first, ticklish and textured as he laves at your clit lazily, letting you adjust to the sensations. It’s not long before your hips are wiggling, your little moans getting louder. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt naughty and arousing to your ears. Your hands were back into his hair, trying to pull him closer as he experiments with pressure, speed, and location.

Direct kitten licks to your clit drives you wild, the soft little sweet sensations making you shiver and gasp. His tongue delving inside of you makes you grind harder against him, soaking his face. When he sucks on your clit though, you come almost instantly, crying out in panic as he tears a viscous orgasm from you too quickly.

“Mirio! Hgh!” Your back arches off the mattress, and you nearly tear his hair out as he watches up in amazement as you jerk in his hold, further soaking him as you come. He didn’t expect such an intense release, but as you twitch and gasp for air he kindly wastes none of your release. Licking you up and moaning as the mental video of you shattering beneath him plays.

“That was perfect, you did perfect, thank you,” he’s kissing you senseless, pushing the taste of your own release into your mouth as he knocks your thighs almost painfully far apart and settles himself between them. You felt so small like this, caged in by his enormous frame and kind eyes. His hair messy and falling a bit into his face as he traces his thumb over your cheek. Letting you fully catch your breath.

“How do you feel? Are you tired?” His question sparks a bit of rebellion in you, as you eye him with the same pout he’d aimed at you earlier tonight and the same words, “Not even a little.”

He laughs, boisterous as he pulls you into a hug so familiar and like Mirio, nuzzling into you and kissing you with such affection it makes you laugh as well. “I love you sunshine, you know that?”

“I do now,” you quip, kissing his nose as he grins.

“Good,” he kisses you deeper, pulling your focus to his lips as he grips his leaking cock and lines himself up, letting your slick coat his tip as he pressed forward a little.

The sting is a bit sharper than you expected. Gasping into the kiss and making him pause as he checks on you.

“M’fine,” you’re forced to verbally assure, least he stop and you wouldn’t put it past him to do so.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, promise?” You nod, doing your best now not to let even a peep even as you feel the stretch and burn of him pushing inside. It doesn’t hurt but it’s a strangely new sensation as your muscles spasm and clench around the hard cock splitting you open.

“So tight,” your eyes lock onto his ruined expression, taunt and twisted as he whines, finally letting his tip press up against your cervix where you’re left out of breath and panting. He bites his bottom lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood as he waits, because that’s what it said online and he’d be damned if he hurt you by being impatient.

It’s you who has to initiate movement, wrapping your arms around his neck as the burn inside you fades and the need for friction increases, your hips moving and cunt clamping down. It drags another hissed moan from his lips, his hips automatically bucking a little and making your voice mimic his.

“Yeah? Feel good sunshine?” He’s breathless, already close to an orgasm but refusing to give in before you do. You nod, clinging to him and the feeling of being so full and pressed against his hard body as he begins to rock into you.

“You feel so good, made for me aren’t you baby? Made for my cock.” You aren’t ready for his words as you shiver, his thrusts slow but gaining in power as you relax and allow him in deeper. “You sound like it feels good, should I go faster?” He’s speeding up before you even nod, delirious and pussy drunk as he holds you close, arms around your back and head as he pants into your ear, licking the shell and moaning for you as you mewl and lock your legs around his waist.

You feel the coil winding up in a new way, less noticeable at first but building and drawing your attention as you begin really crying out. His cock slamming into you, hitting inside just right that it leaves you scrambling for even a single thought as pleasure consumes you both. He’s lost in you more so, overcome with delight and pleasure as he ruts into you. His focus only on getting you to come so he can too, his energy mounting despite his strenuous efforts.

“M-Mirio~ m’gonna— again, oh please, I need—,” your voice is hoarse as you cry and moan for him, babbling adorably as you try and plead for him to give it you. To let you cum for him.

“Fuck, you need to cum? Go ahead sunshine, all over my cock, cum for me.” He’s smiling but it’s more of a flash of canines as he moves a hand between you, thumbing at your clit and giving you the final push over the edge as you do cum. “Inside me, cum inside,” your voice has him losing reason as he fucks you. Balls slapping at your ass as he pumps himself into you fast and hard now. Pussy gripping him as he moans, crying out into your throat as he finishes right behind you. Spilling his hot load deep into you, but his hips don’t still.

“Fuck fuck, you feel so good, so good sunshine, fuck, could die like this, so good,” he’s senseless, coming apart as he just keeps moving.

“M-Mirio—,” it’s too much.

His cock doesn’t soften. His hips working in short hard thrusts but they’re beginning to lengthen you realize. The pleasure is blinding but as it drags on, you panic, stuttering through your words as you try to grab his attention.

His eyes are half lidded, hair covering one up as he licks his lips and focuses down where you’re both joined. Mesmerized by how your little cunt takes his cock, how wet you are, how good you feel.

“S’too much!” You sink your nails into his forearms, but he’s just fucking you harder, moaning and losing himself as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Mirio please I can’t—oh, wait I— hah, please!” You feel light headed as he continues pounding and screwing you stupid, your body jerking a bit with the force of his thrusts as he grips you tight to keep you from getting away. You realize he’s mumbling under his breath, sweat dripping down his face and body as he works you both into overstimulation and another orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, fuck, see you dripping my cum for days, fuck,” he’s unfocused as he sits up, pulling you almost into his lap as he grips your hips and angles them to better sink into you.

“m’coming—!” your vision goes dark for a moment as you’re wracked with another orgasm so close to the last, losing logic as he keeps going, moaning and whining as he grits his teeth and comes again soon after.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he nearly crushes you with his weight as he once more pulls you to his chest. This time he stills, and you feel his cock twitch every few seconds, his warm cum painting your walls as he kisses your neck and face. Your tired limp body in his arms too weak to really reciprocate much.

“Thank you baby, so good for me…” you’re ready for sleep to pull you under as Mirio showers you with affection, but your eyes snap open in panic as his deflated cock starts to harden again. “Fuck just need you one more time… one more…” you whine, hand pushing as his face but his hips are already moving and sliding his thick cock out of you before pushing in.

“Mirio—,”

“One more time, you can do one more for me right sunshine?” His soft eyes, sweet smile, so charming and disarming. You nod unconsciously, not understanding your tired mistake until he’s flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up, realization dawning as he slams back inside and leaves you reeling. “Fuck, thank you baby, so tight shit,” he’s gone.

You learned two things that night.

Mirio is a liar, and one more meant three more… and he gives incredible massages, which you found out in the morning after you woke up sore and angry.

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˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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[kirbyskisses]

cw: dumbification, overstimulation, fem!reader, rough messy sex, size kink, implied!virgin kink.

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mirio is the definition of rough because he doesn’t realize just how big his body is compared to you.

he’s really trying to be soft whenever he pushes in, honest! always praising you he loves missionary because he can look into your eyes and smile. “you’re so pretty, sunflower. yer taking me so well - so well! just a few more inches, okay? my baby would tell me if it hurts right?”

" ‘would. feels good.” is about as much of a coherent phrase as you can form, nodding and drooling as his tongue mixes against yours. you know he’s trying to be slow and gentle and you enjoy his attempts but mirio has a tendency of getting too pussy whipped to think the second he pushes into you.

he can’t even tell you’re trying to squirm because his weight is keeping you still. he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

he pants like a dog. he ruts and grinds into your soft, plushy walls, huge hands digging and pressing into your rolls of fat or your tender arms. despite having had more experience it’s something about you - about how tight you are, how you trust him, how you’ve trained yourself for him and how you shivered when he first made your virgin folds tremble and cum.

“sorry, pretty. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.” just his sincerity as his hips fold to yours and stutter by the time he’s halfway in make your eyes roll back a little. by the time he buries another inch in he’s babbling reassurance, voice almost breaking as your tight hole squeezes and clenches. “you’re getting so wet!” he almost cries, and you can’t tell if your bruising pussy is trying to swallow more of him in or push him out.

“miri’!” you sniffle, nails trailing his huge shoulders. “ ‘s big!”

“wanna stop?” he sounds so concerned as you pout - you can feel your walls trying to expand to take more of him.

“no!” whether that’s a “no more, too much!” or “no, don’t stop!” your foggy brain can’t tell. both of you are too far gone and he slips in further, further than you ever thought he could.

“‘s okay pretty girl, it’s gonna be quick. just g’nna use my baby’s sweet hole for a little while. y’ feel good. god you make me feel so good. i love you, y’know that?” he strokes your face softly, a contrast to how brutal your lower parts feel once he finally pops his full size in completely.

“‘love you too, lemillion.”

he can’t tell if it’s because that you used his hero name or if it’s because he’s finally bottomed out in you or because he’s so thrilled whenever you say those three little words in ur tiny voice - whatever was in mirio’s brain empties out, it completely shuts down. he's whining and whimpering, fucking drooling all over you - babbling out nonsense about how good he can make you feel, how his fat cock will make you cream so well.

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[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— count to five + mirio togata.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when your job as your teacher takes you halfway across japan, you don’t expect a little boy and his father to change your life nearly as much as they do. or the five times in which you encounter mirio togata and his son, yoshi.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, single-parenthood, mention of hospitals, mentions of reader being smaller than mirio, unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, choking, dacryphilia, auralism, scratching, biting, creampie, squirting, fingering ( f!receiving ), praise!kink, daddy!kink, size!kink - fem!reader, teacher!reader, single-dad!mirio.

⭑ words — 6.3K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! it’s been a while! thank your being patient with me! here’s a little commission written for the lovely @roses-and-whisky who has given me permission to post. i hope you all enjoy !! - m.list ✩

the first time you meet mirio togata, it’s oddly warm for the season— the usual bite to a late autumn’s day nowhere to be found. sunshine beats down on your back, only adding to the heat simmering and rushing through your body as you work to unload moving boxes from the van you’d hired. though, you’re sweaty, and tired from hours of travelling across the cities of Japan, you’re excited for your fresh start. a degree hanging from your belt, plenty of experience behind you— the world is now your oyster.

cardboard filled with knickknacks and memories from your parents, childhood and all your school years sits heavy in your palms before you place it on the sidewalk— knowing that your host in this city will help you move into the gated community nearby, a room with your name painted into the blank white walls already set up for you. 

“thas’a cool snow globe!” a childish, boy-ish voice squeaks from beside you once you’ve set the box down— daring to tug your gaze upwards to meet a child who perhaps embodies the same sunshine that’s giving you warmth today. his eyes are a brilliant blue, gaps in his teeth where his adult ones just about break through the gums. the boy points a finger tip covered in blue marker, no doubt, towards the trinket in your box with glimmering matching eyes. 

smiling softly, you take it out of your box, thumbing the embossed logo of your university before shaking it and handing it to the tiny blonde. “isn’t it?” you whisper to him like you’re sharing a secret, leaning in real close and cupping his hands in your own. they’re warm. “if you hold it up to the sky, just right…” you add, pushing your hands upward with his to hold the snow globe under the sun. “the light catches on the glitter inside, making a snowy little rainbow!”

“woaaaah! that’s even cooler!” 

the boy grins, eyes scintillating like the pearlescent flecks mixed into the water of your snow globe— little bits of white covering the two happy caricatures stuck inside. 

“yoshi! how many times do i have to tell you not to run ahead, buddy?” the little boy, that you now know as yoshi, freezes in place— candescent azure eyes shooting over to his father as if he’s been caught in the act. he knows they’ll be late for swimming if they don’t keep walking…but your snow globe is just so cool. if you thought the kid was bright, the man before you is even brighter…the centre of your solar system, a warm heart lodged between his two juicy pecs and a chiselled jaw. he looks like he’s walked straight out of a movie, sending your brain into a tizzy. 

he’s stunning and your words come out jumbled as you address him. “is he yours?” you ask, body struck with the heat of the pro hero before you, the sun above you too. 

you feel a bit silly for asking the question, the uncanny resemblance between the two becoming even more obvious— as with the fact that it’s lemillion you’re talking to. the elder blonde’s hearty laughter echoing between you both on the side of the street. “yes, he’s mine. all my own flesh and blood,” mirio responds proudly. you’ve always loved children, but you never thought the pro hero would have one of his own.

and you never thought you’d wanted to mother someone’s children as much as you did his. mirio togata, desirable, handsome and good with kids. 

“introduce yourself buddy, be polite.” 

the little boy nods eagerly, bowing to you with respect after beaming at you warmly. “i-i’m yoshi togata! nice ta’meet you ma’am!” 

you giggle and mirio grins. you’re cute, endearing almost— and he finds himself laughing with you.

“it’s lovely to meet you too, yoshi,” you reply, sticking your hand out to shake his tinier one as you give them both your name kindly. 

sweet, just like you. mirio likes the way you interact with his son. he likes you, so far.

before mirio can introduce himself back, the driver in your mover’s van honks loudly. “move it lady! i’m not waitin’ out here for you all day or i’m uppin’ the price of your service.” you give the pair an apologetic look in response, offering a high five to yoshi and a shy wave to his dad, scurrying off to finish unloading the van. 

and mirio watches you go, for more than one reason.

the second time you encounter mirio togata, is after a disaster— his very reason for existence, his sunshine, little yoshi, nearly loses his light. 

you had always wanted to teach. nurturing children into the faces of tomorrow was your calling— guiding them to be good and help others without question…and as it turns out, the graduate teaching position you’d been hired for took in a lot of students who were the children of pro heroes, and the little blonde raised by his almost identical father just so happened to be a student in your kindergarten class. yoshi togata had taken an instant liking to you as his teacher, a child-like wonder akin to magic from fairy tales emitting from the little boy whenever you looked at him, helped him along in reading and solving calculations in the dreaded maths classes. 

yoshi absolutely adored you. 

he wanted to sit with you at lunch time, tucked himself into your side during nap time and screamed your name the first time his quirk ever activated. as much as the darling boy looked like pro hero lemillion— his quirk was scarily similar to it as well.

yoshi wails the whole way to the hospital, the lack of air he received after slipping through the concrete in the school yard while scraping his knee, a little beyond the school nurse’s jurisdiction. you’d already gotten someone to cover your class, speeding to the nearest emergency room with hope that someone had alerted his father of the situation.

when mirio arrives, yoshi’s cheeks are luckily smeared with chocolate pudding cups instead of saltine tears and he’s surprisingly cheerful for a kid attached to a small IV drip— dressed in his own red-riot themed hospital gown, with you resting beside the bed in his ward.

“how ya feelin’ buddy?” lemillion whispers, tone on the edge of worry as he slips off the cape to his hero costume. “heard you got your quirk today.” 

the bouncing baby boy with sunshine in his eyes shuffles onto his knees, wobbling over the edge of his bed before being snatched up by his dad, bright laughter bubbling on his lips when he nearly slips through the beefy man’s arms. “uh huh! an’ miss got me puddin’ cups! said i was real brave.” 

“you were kid, but we gotta get this quirk under control! dad’s gonna have to teach ya!”

togata turns to you next, appreciation evident on his matured features— radiating around you warmly. “h-he really was brave,” you say sincerely, sitting up and a little more awake now the pro hero of your dreams is looking deep into your soul. “i was so worried! but yoshi behaved just like a pro.” you cringe a little at your choice of words, but the strapping blonde before you only takes your hand, lips brushing across the back of your knuckles in such a way that tingles run down your spine. 

sapphire orbs flick upwards to make yours as you feel the heat of the sun simmering underneath your cheeks. 

“thank you for looking out for him,” he says, voice cheerful and like honey in your ears. “i never got to properly introduce myself, even after all this time. i’m—“

“lemillion, i-i know.” 

“mirio. togata, actually. and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” mirio cuts you off but the gentle smile never leaves his handsome face, and you’re sure you might pass out— embarrassed by his forwardness and flirting in front of his son, your student ( who’s too occupied by pudding cups and old cartoon reruns to actually care. ) 

there’s a knock to the door before it opens as the two of you share a moment. “mrs…togata and lemillion, sir! i have an update on your son’s vitals and quirk—“ suddenly, the doctor enters the room like a hurricane disrupting a quaint little farm.

and you jump back from the pro hero, bashful and shy. “o-oh! no. i’m not…we’re not!” gesturing between yourself and mirio, you shake your head— trying to dispel any wedded-couple vibes the pair of you might give off. “i’m just the teacher.” 

the doctor raises a brow, looking up from his sheets on the young togata’s vitals and then hums. “my apologies then,” he turns to mirio. “your son seems to be doing extremely well— considering the circumstances and shock to his body he must’ve experienced….” 

the doctor’s words fade into nothing but static as you attempt to calm your beating heart— sending reassuring smiles in yoshi’s direction from time to time while his father and the medical expert discuss the next steps to take regarding his quirk. 

but you don’t think you’ll get your heart to calm down tonight… not with the way mirio still holds your hand, thumb brushing over the back of it fondly.

your third memorable encounter with mirio togata falls on the day of your school’s winter fundraiser. 

lemillion had made himself a permanent fixture in your humble little life as a teacher—somehow acquiring your number from the school offices to constantly text you throughout the day. you knew that the pair of you were crossing the boundaries of professionalism, parent and teacher, but it couldn’t be helped. your heart fluttered at every message you exchanged, pictures of yoshi enjoying himself at school and some of mirio on patrol being sent back and forth. 

and so, you were beyond excited when the winter fate rolled around, the children of your class volunteering with their parents to help out at different stalls— yoshi had been sure to sign up to help you with the bake sale, roping in his dad as well. the two stayed up all night prior, baking pro hero themed cupcakes decorated with hundreds and thousands and dollops of tubed colourful frosting to sell, though messy, it only warmed your heart having their company.

“remember yoshi, i don’t want you phasing through the tables to steal the merchandise from the bake sale!” you remind the younger togata sweetly as he helps you set up the various baked goods for display. he shakes his head in affirmation, golden curls bouncing over ocean eyes and freckled cheeks despite the crumbs residing on them— evidence of his crimes. “though, i’m sure your dad will boost our donations! since he’s a pro hero and all.” not to mention all the mothers and single teachers are ogling the hell out him right now, you’re sure that they’re plotting your murder too. 

wiping yoshi’s mouth, you shift your attention to his father— rolling your eyes amusedly at the bags under his own from staying up late to bake. “i certainly must be givin’ you an ego boost helping out too, having a pro hero do all your dirty work.” lemillion teases, voice lowered and husky— though grateful when you pass him a hot coffee. 

“oh please mister togata,” turning on your own flirty charm, you send a wink the pro hero’s way. “you adore being my little helper, i’m sure you’ve missed having a woman boss you about like you need.” the second half of your words are whispered, almost sultry as you cross more boundaries in your unique and blossoming relationship. 

mirio flushes, and in the tight space of your bakesale booth— presses his broad and molten-warm chest against your back, coffee in one hand while the other sits in a calculated manor on your hip. 

“oh, i do love a woman in charge, miss.” the way he utters your name, sounds like and is as sweet as melted chocolate— far too risqué for a school fundraiser, and it’s your turn to shy away from the heat of the moment. 

you allow yourself to be distracted by the children, yoshi included — who must have snuck off using his quirk— playing dangerously close to a heavily decorated Christmas tree that threatens to topple over as they weave around beneath it, and rush off to stop them— leaving the darling lemillion to deal with a swarm of hungry mothers and staff, desperate for a slice of his pie and not the cake your booth has to offer. he can’t help but watch you longingly, the way you bend down to speak soft to the children, holding their chubby little hands while giving them a gentle reprimand. 

you’re so good with kids, good with yoshi— and mirio would be lying if he didn’t say you were good with him too. 

you didn’t judge him for having a child before marriage, when he was still making a name for himself— you were kind to him, sweet and oh so understanding. 

and perhaps he’d come to like you for reasons more than just being good with his son.

though his fantasises of having you close, having you to himself and making you a part of his family are promptly cut short by the intrusion of his long time friend…izuku midoriya. when the number one, his competion from way back when, seems to appear from nowhere— joining you with the now squealing children, giving them a lesson ( no doubt ) on how to be a good hero. or some mushy crap like that. 

you seem impressed, smitten at how good deku is with your students, ruffling their hair and holding them up high above the green ringlets that make everyone go crazy…including you. mirio doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up brighter than those on the Christmas tree as izuku plays with your kids, puts his hand on the small of your back and whispers way too damn close to your ear. 

since when did that shrimp have moves? the blonde can’t help but wonder. why do you like him so much?

your smile is near blinding when you return back to the bake sale booth with izuku on your arm— rambling about how much it took to get him to come, how good for the school it will be… as if togata hadn’t been standing right there the entire time. it bothers mirio a little bit, just how bright you shine when this other man is around, despite the budding romance you both might be sharing. 

so he really can’t help himself, jealousy boiling over, when he blurts out. “are you two dating? am i missing something, number one?” in a strained, faux happy voice. 

“o-oh! god no!” 

“w-what? mirio no! midoriya is my cousin.” you’re quick to dismiss the idea, shaking your head while the number one hero turns bright red. “i invited him along today because he’s obviously a hit amongst single parents— freckles like this are sure to bring in the big bucks.” you cheer, punching your relatives star spotted cheeks. 

izuku is rendered embarrassed for the remainder of the fundraiser, mirio absolutely mortified and you extremely amused but the rest of the bake sale goes without a hitch until closing and clean up time. yoshi sleeps on a bench behind your booth ( ultimately crashing from a sugar high ) as your cousin serves the very last of your eager customers trying to tempt him with their cookies instead of buying the ones izuku‘s girlfriend makes for a living.

as though not to disturb his sleeping son, the elder blonde shoots you a quick text.

mister togata - 5:45PM : I definitely was not jealous earlier. 

mister togata - 5:46PM : So pls disregard me making a fool out of myself in front of your cousin.

you stifle a breathless chuckle like music to mirio’s ears, before looking back to see if yoshi is still resting peacefully and shoot another text in response.

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : oh i dunno, don’t think i can forget you mistaking my cousin for my boyfriend. 

yoshi’s pretty teacher lady - 5:49PM : but maybe i can make an exception for you. 

that familiar crack of heat flitters in the air when you both look up from your phones and catch one another’s gaze— suddenly aware of how small the space in booth is, how close you both are…how if you stood on your tiptoes you might be able to…

to kiss him.

to kiss one another.

but the moment is soon lost, wanting energy dissipating within the air as yoshi stirs to mumble tiredly. “don’ get too close to daddy miss!” the baby boy utters your name once, rubbing his eyes. “he’s got cooties.”

it’s only then that you truly realise how close you to the man…to this pro hero whose son is someone that you teach. it’s wrong, unprofessional… and losing your career isn’t worth kissing togata, no matter how much you want it.

so you back away— treating mirio togata as if he really does have cooties, putting up a wall between you both.

the fourth time you cross paths with mirio togata, you’re wet. 

and not because of him. 

the rain from an unexpected storm after work soaks you to the bone as you desperately call out to deku from your shared front porch— pleading and begging with the gods for him to be home since you’d forgotten your house keys back at your office on campus. 

neither of you had realised it at the time, but when you’d first met mirio on your move-in date— you’d made arrangements to bunk with your cousin, izuku, in the same gated community that mirio lived in. the one where he just so happened to be neighbours with the top hero too. 

the sunshine-like pro hero had spotted you shivering like a purse dog outside while home with a sickly little yoshi and despite the frosty awkwardness that built up between you both after the bake-sale, mirio knew it would be cruel of him to just leave you outside like that. “come inside,” he frowns, as if to scold you the same way you’d do with your students. “you’ll catch a cold like this if you don’t. and i’m not taking no for an answer, deku is on patrol, won’t be home until late.” 

you look defeated, like a kicked puppy as you trudge into the togata household, clothes heavy with water. “i’m sorry,” you pout, as cute as ever— stealing mirio’s heart right from where it beats in his chest. 

“don’t be, head upstairs and take the first right into my room. you can grab a change of clothes and stay here until your cousin comes home. i’ll fix you something to eat.” 

it has the man’s stomach in knots how easily you follow his command, how beautiful you look with raindrops clinging to your skin. you’re even more so when you come back down dressed in an old sir night-eye shirt of his, heading over to join a pleased yoshi on the couch who can’t stop talking about how how he hated missing school and being sick and how glad he is that you came to visit.

yoshi trusts you so much, and that’s more than enough to drive mirio insane…but seeing you in his shirt too? it’s icing on the cake. 

the rest of the evening is spent with you making funny shaped homemade pizzas with the younger togata and picking a book for him while his father and lemillion draws him a bubble bath. after washing up, you read yoshi the story until his eyes droop… and you can’t help but be a little jealous of how long his golden lashes are as they brush the freckles on his chubby cheeks. mirio spends that time avoiding eye contact, staring at your bottom when it peeks out from under his shirt and thinking of you in the most unholy ways.

when the time comes, you tuck the darling yoshi into his dinosaur and suneater themed sheets alongside his father before letting the elder togata guide you to the guest bedroom just one floor up and two doors down from his own. “sleep tight,” you murmur to the man, just a breath’s width apart in the doorway. “i-i’ll head back to midoriya’s in the morning. s-so thank you for tonight…”

he wants to say thank you back, for spending time with his son and teaching him so well, but lemillion’s words are lost on the way you look up at him with such bright doe eyes and a sleepy sweet smile. you chuckle breathlessly and slip away into the room, leaving mirio a flustered statue in place. 

neither of your nights end there, however.

crossing the lines of professionalism once more, surrounded by all of his scents— hazelnuts and burning wood…you’re overcome with desire, there’s a familiar twitch between your thighs and a throb at your clit that you have to soothe. every neuron in your brain screams at you to stop, though your fingers circle your nub from over the crotch of your panties and thoughts of mirio above you, inside of of you and all over you ebb at your moral judgement. 

it’s wrong, to moan mirio’s name into his sheets that smell like him…for you cunt to drool selfishly through your night clothes against the warm blanket he’d provided you with. the blonde hears you through the paper thin walls, cock swelling more and more with every mewl you let out. ones that are promised to him and him alone. 

mirio chokes on groans, fists his cock and spreads his precum all over his expensive bed linen, humping his duvet as he imagines your supple, heated flesh beneath him. you’re like the sun, pulling him into your orbit and incinerating him from the inside out. he calls your name like it’s a prayer, half hoping you can hear his wanton for you echo across the hall, too busy jacking off to burst into your room and pump you full. make you a mother to his second and third child. 

it’s far from appropriate, the pair of you getting off to one another in the middle of the night like this— but neither of you can think to stop, minds clouded by lust and orgasms that breach the horizon of the early morning… the tastes of each other’s names like sins on your tongues.

the filth and final time you encounter mirio togata like this, you’re like a lamb being sent to the slaughter.

pretty prey walking into the lion’s den.

you learn from yoshi during pick-up time that his father had fallen sick with the winter’s cold…explaining why you hadn’t seen him much between the special encounters after your night of sin. suneater— or mister amajiki, a close friend of the togatas, picks up yoshi under the guise of a play date while mirio recovers from a particularly serious cold and flu he caught on patrol. 

“you should go see daddy!” yoshi babbles before bounding down to his uncle’s car. “he calls out for you a lot!” the cluelessness yet enthusiasm of a child will never cease to amaze you, and you have to control your stutter when hesitantly agreeing with your student. you know why mirio calls your name so much, that night hadn’t been the only time you’d gotten off to one another, nor would it be the last. you’d even walked in on the pro hero fisting his cock with your name wet on his tongue but neither of you had said a word at the time. 

once all of your students have been sent off with their parents and carers, you make sure to swing by the closest mart to make somewhat of a care package for mister togata. some cough drops, cold medicine, heating pads for his hands and several tins of soup— all with the hope of helping him feel better. 

you’re not nearly prepared for the sight you’re given when knocking on mirio’s door later on.

he says your name as soon as he opens up, hoarse and almost sultry,, and the man is half naked too— golden skin radiating with heat, coruscating with sweat and a slight flush from the fever. “fuck, pretty girl. you’ve come t’take care of me, hm?” mirio slurs in a slow and sexy way, swaying on his feet and collapsing onto you right on the front porch. “wha’d’are ya doin’ here gorgeous?” 

embarrassment floods your veins, tangling with the heat burning from mirio against you. “l-lets get you inside, you’re sick.” 

“lovesick, baby, been missin’ you all week.” 

his words shouldn’t send your brain into a flurry as you push the pro hero back into his house but they do. you struggle with avoiding how he slobbers all over you like a horny dog, how he smirks cockily  while you push him to sit against the livingroom couch. “we need to bring down this fever,” dismissing the blonde, you rush to his kitchen for a tall glass of water and boil the kettle to make him one of those medicated hot drinks. “you’ll be better soon, mister togata.”

blinking over at you with reddened lined eyes, lemillion keeps a predatory gaze on you despite how ill he is. “using formalities with me, sunshine?” he coos in response, distracted when you return by attempting to tug off more of his clothes…or his pants, rather. “that’s not what you were calling me the other night when you phoned to let me watch you shove your tiny fingers into that tight…pretty pussy…moaning my name—“ 

“mirio!” 

“just like that gorgeous… fuck, say it again, baby.” you know that the man is delirious with his flu, but the low voice he drops deep, dripping with honey, filling you with that familiar lust you got off on whenever the two of you met up in secret. “‘mirio, m-mirio…oh fuck! mirio!’ you get so cute when you whine for me like that.” he’s playing you for a fool and you’re falling for it— like an easy game of cat and mouse, mirio coyly flirting with you as you desperately try to keep his sweatpants on. bundling him up in blankets and filling him up with cold water to calm down his fever. 

you’re about to check his temperature again while pressing the back of your hand to his forehead when large and calloused hands grip the fat at your hips— tugging you straight into mirio’s lap like a lion dragging around its prey before the kill. “d-doesn’t look like you’re hot anymore…” you squeak, quivering in his grip and feeling every ripple of his thighs and abs beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself against him. 

“fever went down ages ago baby,”  he grins, all toothy and pearly white— pinching your waist, slender fingers cupping the curve of your ass to pull you back and forth over the growing bulge in his lap. “you’re just so fucking cute, dotin’ all over me, sunshine.” biting your lip, you fall apart easily— bearing witness to tousled golden locks and a smirk that sets a fire alight in your lower belly. “you wanna kiss me, don’t you?” 

then you’re nodding your head, any logical thought cleared from your mind ( even the ones about not spreading germs that you usually tell to your students )— you want to know what the sun tastes like, if it’s as warm or as hot as science makes it seem. a heavy hand cups your throat without squeezing and brings you down for a passionate lip lock, your own finding the thick tresses of light and fiery hair as mirio’s tongue glides over the seam of your lips after pressing against yours. you moan at the sweet taste of honey and ginger on his lips, whimper in the form of begging for the man to let you in and consume you whole until you’re nothing but stardust.

neither of you part, lungs burning for oxygen like you’re lost in space with no air to breathe— grinding and kissing like your lives depend on it. everything is sloppy, spit-slicked and full of the admissions of feelings— you like each other. need each other like the earth needs its light and the sun needs something to shine down on. mirio sucks on your bottom lip, takes it between his teeth and slowly pulls away from you, but you follow him, chasing your own personal ecstasy. 

“so needy, sunshine,” mirio coos, a certain deep rasp caught in the ridges of his throat. “so pretty like this too, so cute, all small in my lap. with my hands around your darlin’ little neck.” cobalt eyes, as luminous as the skies on a clear day flicker up to meet yours, swimming with tears of desperation— a craving for more of mirio togata carved into each fleck, drowning your dilated pupils. “do you want me to fuck you?” 

you nod again, the world around you spinning and your thoughts intoxicated with the golden boy hero beneath your thighs that tremble with each compliment he feeds to you. “yes— god, please.” 

“please, what?” togata asks you, voice stern as he works on pulling you out of the layers of your clothes— blouse and bra gone before you can even register it. 

pouting, you whisper a needy. “m-mirio?” 

shaking his head as if chastising a child, the man tuts and mocks your pout all while working on plucking off your skirt next, leaving you in nothing but your innocent cotton panties. “that’s daddy when i’m with you,” he tells you like it’s a promise with his fingers once again fumbling between your bodies and underwear to toy with the pearl between your puffy pussy lips, dragging the newfound wetness over your clit. clear strings of your arousal seep through your panties and leave a dark spot on his sweats. “daddy, when i have you like this, you got that?”

“y-yes,” you mewl eagerly, shifting on your knees so you’re better spread over mirio’s lap— giving him better access to prep your sweet hole as it flutters around his thick digits, earning a breathless chuckle from his wet lips. “yes, daddy.” 

“good fucking girl,” he says proudly, gaze fixated on between your pretty thighs— watching you quiver from the praise before mirio relents, easing two fingers past your soaked entrance and scissoring them immediately. stretching you wide to take his girthy cock. “oh fuck, my little sunshine’s so warm, so wet for me.” he groans, drawing his name against your silken walls, thumb painting wide sloppy circles into your clit.

your face feels hot with tears, something that mirio enjoys seeing, especially when they clump in your eyelashes. “please…i want more,” i want you. is what you mean, nails lightly cutting into mirio’s shirtless shoulders as you ride the digits pumping in and out of your slick cunt, squeezing tight around them as you gush into the seat of his palm. “d-daddy!” 

“shhh, i know little sunshine, daddy knows,” he hums softly after pressing down on your g-spot, carefully pulling his fingers out of you to push you onto your back on the couch. “be good f’me and don’t cum yet, kay? want you to hold onto that until i’ve got you on my cock. yeah?” mirio’s words are tender, though domineering, while he shifts to hover over you, hot tongue burning against your skin as he licks a trail from the hem of your panties, between your arching back, bare breasts and budding nipples until he meets your lips— drooling into your eager open mouth as you pant out for more. “so fucking perfect, sunshine.” 

cool air rushes over your pulsating, glistening pussy— mirio having pulled your underwear aside, only causing you to cry out from the lack of stimulation. “don’t cry, pretty baby,” you manage to hear him over the blood pulsing through your ears, body tingling all over at the feeling of mirio’s girthy cock pressing against your inner thigh through layers of fabric. “‘m gonna fuck you now, don’t worry. daddy’s gotcha.” 

he hikes a thigh of yours up over his hip, shoving down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his mushroomed and seedy cockhead press into the heat of your pussy. you dig your nails into mirio’s sweaty scalp, mouth hanging open and hips rising from the sticky leather of the couch covered in your juices. the man above you is the centre of your universe, you think. though your relationship may be somewhat taboo, you feel the care and affection he has for you in every single one of his touches. calloused hands moulding your body into the perfect shape to fuck, to make love to and makes you feel like jello as his fat, veiny dick pushes deeper into you— big for the slickness of your pussy to resist him. 

“relax for daddy, sweetheart, let me in…c’mon, fuck. open up f’me,” mirio simpers, rolling his hips slow and sensual until your walls tremble around him— welcoming his dick home, bathing him in all of your arousal. he throbs inside you, finally sheathed in all your warmth as if you’re the core of his earth. “that’s it…my good girl, oh fuck. fuck, you feel better than i ever imagined. so fucking tight baby, gonna let daddy fuck you right, huh?” you can tell that he’s losing himself within you, now forcing your knees into your shoulders to put you into a mating press and wasting no more time setting a rough, feverish pace to his hips and pounding into your sweet cunt. 

you cry and squeal and claw at togata, the world spinning on its axis around you while the blonde fucks you into a stupor— his tip smearing copious amounts of thick precum along your velveteen insides until there’s a white ring of your mixed arousals cuffed around the base of his blue veined cock. “d-daddy…s’good. so fuckin’ good,” your own juices splash up against the pro hero’s stomach and and every time his hips slam down against your own— wet skin slapping on skin in a rhythmic and sensual tune. 

galaxies twinkle in your pretty eyes, your teeth sinking into mirio’s golden and broad shoulders while you scratch at his back. the sound of sex clinging to the air in the room is primal, animalistic as lemillion cups your throat again— tilting your head so that he can mark his claim into your sweat tainted flesh. the fabric of your panties pushed to the side rubs deliciously at his soaked, creamy shaft and the waistband of his pants rub your clit raw, the effect the clothing has on you both leading you to believe that neither of you will last much longer like this.

“‘m makin’ you see fuckin’ stars, aren’t i sunshine?” he asks you, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust—cum-loaded balls tapping against your ass, the sound mixing with your squeals to make a lustful song. “want this pretty pussy to cum for me. can you do that, my good girl?” mirio moans heartily above the couch squeaking beneath your bodies that dance together in rough and passionate movements.

he smiles again, nice and bright when you nod and start to circle your hips upwards as best as you can into his. “‘m close, can cum for daddy. wanna cum for daddy. please don’t stop, please—!”

“alright baby, i gotcha…look at you. so cute and needy for your daddy. for me.” mirio gunts back into your mouth, falling apart at the sight of your lovesick and teary face, crumbling at the way your cunt clamps down on him— refusing to let him pull out in an attempt to milk him for all his worth. you’re tight around him, practically choking mirio’s cock as his fat milky tip bullies your insides and harshly bares down on your g-spot— sending you headfirst into your orgasm. “that’s it…fuck look at that, pretty lil pussy cummin’ around daddy’s fat cock. s-shit.”

soft praises are expelled into the buzzing air between you both, with you gasping for breath and squirting on the blonde’s dick so hard that he’s forced out of your pulsing walls before he cums in hot waves over your raw mound— painting your ravaged pussy lips white with his hot and thick seed. 

you’re both left panting and sticky messes on the couch as you come down from your highs— your mind running a mile a minute when you realise what’s just happened, what you’ve done with the father of your student. no less.

“m-mister togata, i-i’m—“ you start to apologise, coming too, heart rate spiking in your chest. 

but mirio is quick to stop you, forehead and sweaty blonde locks pressed to your own with a dreamy and satisfied look on your face. “before you say anything more. i want you to know that this wasn’t just a hook up for me. nor were the times before that.” he explains,blinking up at you with unadulterated affection, perhaps even love. “i like you, a-and i like how you look out for my son. and i know our relationship has been far from appropriate, i’d like to take you out for a proper date— do things right instead of sleeping with you to work up my courage to ask you out.” 

“mirio…” you smile, brushing back his hair. “i’d love that, a lot actually.”

“yeah?” he asks, timid for a man who just fucked you to the high heavens and back before linking your fingers. “say you mean it, or you’ll be breakin’ both mine and yoshi's hearts.” 

“yeah…” you murmur through a laugh, leaning up for a sweet kiss to seal the deal. 

the fifth time you encounter mirio togata, you walk into the lions den, but come out with him hand in hand— your hearts belonging to one another.

#mirio x reader #mirio smut #mirio togata smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio imagines #mirio fluff #mirio x you #bnha imagines #mirio togata x you #mha smut #mha x reader #mha imagines #mirio togata fluff #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing

[dilfl0v3rss]

i have a hunch that this man just has a big thing for black women. like yk that one cousin or aunt at the cookout that married outside her race, and her husband is actually mad cool wit everybody. he be knowing all the inside jokes and always gets caught fucking his plate upppp. all the older aunties and grandmas think he’s so sweet since he always offers to help and stays late to help clean. the uncles and grandpas love him too bc he’d play cards wit them and talk ab sports. all the older people call him “nephew” or “son” and he’d call them “unc” or “pops” and the women “aunty” or “nanna”. he’s real nice to everybody and he be playing basketball or football wit the little kids just whooping their ass. a lot of your family members would be confused on how such a nice guy like him could “handle” and women like you, but that all gets shut down after they hear the two of you going at it in your old room. the sound of slapping, your moaning, and the creaking of your old bed drawing everyone below you’s attention. when the two of you finally come back down everyone tries to act normal, but as soon as you walk out he’d look back and wink at whoever he overheard saying that he couldn’t handle his. a shit eating grin on his face as he gives them a thumbs up. idk it’s just a hunch tho

#mirio x black reader #mirio x black!reader #mirio x black y/n #mirio smut #mirio togata x black reader #mirio togata x black!reader #mirio togata x black y/n #mirio togata smut #mha mirio x black reader #mha mirio x black!reader #mha mirio x black y/n #mha mirio smut #mha mirio togata x black reader #mha mirio togata x black!reader #mha mirio togata x black y/n #mha mirio togata smut #togata mirio x black reader #togata mirio x black!reader #togata mirio x black y/n #togata mirio smut #mha togata mirio x black reader #mha togata mirio x black!reader #mha togata mirio x black y/n #mha togata mirio smut

[slxsherlxver]

NAFW MIRIO HEADCANONS

❤️he seems like the living, breathing embodiment of lady in the streets, freak in the sheets

❤️Even if it starts out with loving kisses and gentle touches, you’re not gonna be able to do anything but babble and take his cock by the end of it

❤️He’ll have you saying “please” over and over again, even though you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. All you knew was how good he felt deep inside you

❤️It almost intimidates you with the way he stared at you so intensely, soaking in all the lewd expressions you’re making, with your eyes literally rolling to the back of your head with each of his thrusts

❤️”Does that feel good, sunshine?”

❤️All while you couldn’t even formulate an intelligible sentence

❤️One of his favorite positions is with your knees up to your shoulders as far as you can get them. Not only does it give him a good view of your face, but he can also just watch his cock disappearing inside of your sopping cunt

❤️With the way he keeps rutting his hips into you, then switching to deep and slow thrusts, you’d think it was his goal to make you pass out or something

❤️Not to mention how much of a sight for sore eyes he is from that angle

❤️with his bright blonde hair all a mess and sticking to his forehead from sweat and his lips parting, letting out grunts and pants

❤️his strong shoulders leading to his arms and hands, which had a strong grip on your thighs to keep them apart for him

❤️Down his body, sweat sheening on his skin, his muscles flexing and straining with each thrust into you

❤️All the way down to where the two of you were connected, his thick and heavy cock stretching you out and making you cream all over him

❤️If you would let him, he would absolutely LOVE to cum inside of you

❤️Not sure what does it for him, but he would just love to watch his cum leak out of you and take his cock and push it all back, deep inside of you where it belongs

❤️After the two of you are done and sufficiently worn out, he’ll definitely not pull out and pull you to him for a cuddle

#anime #my hero academia #fanfic #mha x reader #mirio togata #mirio x reader #BNHA #BNHA x reader #x reader #anime x reader #mirio smut #mirio x reader smut #taking requests

[tojisdolliee]

Hard dom Mirio holding you in a full nelson while he fucks your little pussy raw, spitting harsh phrases at you just to feel you squeeze around him. "Take this cock, slut." "Mmm, Daddy loves using you like the little fucksleeve you are"

#bnha smut #mirio x you #mirio smut #my hero academia mirio #mirio x y/n #mirio x reader #boku no hero mirio

[semisgroupie]

dumb little pet

dom!mirio togata x sub!fem. reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: pet play, dumbification, overstimulation, use of the term “kittycunt”, use of toys (vibrator and cock ring), unprotected sex, creampie, mirio is called “daddy”, reader is called “kitty”, dacryphilia (kinda), choking (implied), a photo is taken and shared

synopsis: don’t let appearances fool you from someone’s true nature

a/n: this is for my lovely paradis @blueparadis sizzling sextember collab!! check out the other pieces and thank you for letting me join my love!

Mirio Togata is the kindest man you’ve ever known. To say you were lucky to be dating him wasn’t even the right word, but it would have to suffice for now.

The man had a heart of gold, he would give the clothes off of his back to someone in need. He had the brightest smile and eyes that rivaled the stars in the sky and the sun on the brightest day. Everyone would comment about how much of a sweetheart he was and when you were with your friends talks of how kind and gentle your boyfriend is would lead to questions about your sex life with him.

“It’s only vanilla sex right? I bet he only fucks you in missionary and I bet he doesn’t even hold you too tightly, probably too afraid he’ll break you.” Laughter would break amongst your friends and all you could do was fake your laughter with them. Only if they knew what your sweet boyfriend was actually capable of. How the sweetness would just fade away once you two were behind closed doors. But you just had to go along with everything they said, just faking your laughter and giving them little shrugs and nods.

What you didn’t expect was one of your closest friends to actually call Mirio “Mr. Vanilla” when he came to pick you up after your girl's day out. Your eyes widened and you let out a fake giggle as the words left her mouth and all Mirio could do was wrap his hand around your waist tighter as a very small preview of what’s to come later. The drive home was quicker and quieter than you would’ve liked. He didn’t utter a word to you until he locked the front door once you both were inside.

“I want you to be naked and ready with your collar, leash, ears and tail by the time I get to the bedroom. If you’re not you’re gonna fucking regret it. I’m giving you a head start, now go.” His tone was stern and ran a chill down your spine but you quickly followed his orders and ran to the bedroom in a sprint. Luckily for you, you were wearing clothes you could easily strip off so once they were off you quickly put everything else on, slipping on everything with ease. Just as you slipped your tail plug inside you heard his footsteps approach the bedroom and you quickly dropped down to your knees on the floor, your leash in your hands waiting for him to finally walk through the doorway.

“Oh my little kitty is so eager, got ready so fast for me. Did you put your tail in properly?” He grips your chin between his thumb and index finger and lifts it up as he leans down, making sure you two are face to face.

“Yes daddy, I put it in. I just want to be a good kitty for you.” He chuckles and pulls back, patting the bed.

“Up kitty and I want you on all fours, present that pretty little ass for me and I want that tail swinging.” You quickly move from your position, off the floor and on the bed, pressing your chest and cheek to the soft comforter while keeping your ass perked in the air while swaying it enough to make your tail swing. He chuckles at the sight and undresses fairly quickly. Once he’s naked you hear him open his bedside drawer and you listen to him rummage through it before feeling a few things drop onto the bed. Despite your curiosity you don’t turn to look at what he placed on the bed, afraid that it might set him off even more and curiosity wasn’t going to kill the cat today. Not if you had any say in it.

“Such a pretty arch from my kitty, I should get you another tail. You just look so pretty all dressed up for me, ready for me to do whatever I want.”

He smoothed his hand over the curve of your ass before cracking his hand against the skin, making you whimper and jump. It ripped another chuckle from him. His other hand moved to grab your leash, he wrapped the black leather around his wrist a few times before tugging it roughly so your back was pressed against his chest. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, get that fucking “Mr. Vanilla” shit out of that pretty little head. My poor kitty hasn’t been fucked dumb enough because if she was fucked dumb properly then she wouldn’t have even responded to the comment. Isn’t that right kitty?”

Any retort or defense quickly died in your throat as he slammed his cock inside you, the stretch always made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. He loved it, always catching you off guard to get the most genuine reactions from you. Your body spasmed against his as your first orgasm ripped through you, it was something that always slightly embarrassed you but you couldn’t dwell on it much because his rough and fast pace took any thoughts from your head. He kept his tight grip on your leash while his hand that was on your ass moved to grab one of the things he dropped on the bed.

His hips and heavy balls slapped against your body which joined the song of your moans that left your lips. Your moans that grew louder in volume when you felt the vibrations against your clit. Tears of pleasure immediately pricked the corners of your eyes and your hands moved behind you to try to ground yourself against him. A laugh left him as your hands frantically searched for something to grip onto. “Oh my poor little kitty, is daddy fucking her too rough? Can’t hold herself up?” His words mocked you as he cooed them at you but all you could do was nod.

“Can’t hold m-myself up daddy.” He loosened his grip on your leash and his hand moved in between your shoulder blades to press you down onto the bed, creating a deeper arch so he could drill his cock inside you even deeper. The tip of his cock constantly hit your g-spot and the vibrations of the vibrator only increased until they reached the highest level. Your legs shook and your hands desperately grasped at the bedsheets.

“My sweet little kitty, you don’t need to think. No, not at all. The only thing daddy’s pretty little kitty needs is daddy’s cock hitting all the sweet spots in her kittycunt to make all those pesky thoughts just fly away. No thoughts for daddy’s kitty, just cock.” He groaned feeling you tighten around him at his words, no matter how mocking his tone got you still reacted the same way, he loved it.

“D-daddy! Gonna cum! Please!” Your tone was whiny and desperate and as you looked back at him he saw how glassy your eyes were, watching as some of the tears escaped and started running down your pretty face, some drool spilled from the corner of your lips and he swore he would have came at the sight of your face. He bent his large body over yours and leaned in close enough to lick away a stray tear that spilled from the corner of your eyes. “Of course you can kitty but daddy isn’t stopping. You can cum as much as you want but it's not done until daddy cums.”

You nodded, not really processing the gravity of his words, all you heard was you got the permission you so desperately needed. You whined out his name as you came on his cock again, squeezing it tightly and milking it for the cum that wasn’t even there yet. His hips never faltered and once you got through the high of your orgasm he pulled out of you and easily flipped you onto your back. He lifted your trembling legs to your chest to put you in a mating press, his favorite position. “Hold your legs for me, I need to prepare this.” You nodded and hooked your arms around your legs as best as you could while he shut the vibrator off and tossed it to the side of the bed so he could get whatever else he placed on the bed. Your eyes followed his movements and your curiosity piqued again seeing the object, it was a cock ring but it looked different. You watched as he slipped it on his cock then before you could even try to gather the words to question him he moved right back to his position, moved your arms away so he could hold your legs in place and shoved his cock inside you.

Your back arched off the bed and he went right back to his rough pace. He moved one hand to grab something else but you quickly understood what it was once you started feeling vibrations on your clit, these vibrations felt much stronger than the ones on the vibrator and your legs immediately started shaking. “Oh kitty, look at your legs just trembling so much. Is the vibrator too strong?” You nodded and lifted your head, giving him such a pitiful look in hopes he would lower the vibrations but all you were met with was his laughter. “Too bad, you’ll just have to deal with it until I cum.” You whined loudly and rolled your head back on the bed. It wasn’t long before another orgasm was ripped from you, making your body shake almost violently underneath him and he still didn’t stop. He didn’t even give you a break before you were nearing the edge of another orgasm.

Your cries and moans of his name grew raspier, tears and drool flowed more freely while he just used you like a toy. After your nth orgasm he moved his hand to tug on the leash again, removing you from your world of pleasure to try to bring you back to reality. “Want daddy to fill your kittycunt? Hm? Want daddy to stuff your little kittycunt?”

“Mhm daddy, p-please.” He didn’t want to torment you any further by making you actually say the words so he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, after a few hard and heavy thrusts you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up. Your cunt milked his cock instinctively as he fucked his cum into you. He broke the kiss to let you slump back against the bed and he quickly moved to shut off the vibrations and pull out of you. He smiled at the sight, your little ears hanging by a limb on your head, your blissed out face covered in sweat, drool and tears, your legs and cunt still twitching as cum flowed out of you. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed his phone and took a picture of you. He was so tempted to set it as his wallpaper but he thought of something even better.

He opened up the chat with your friend who dubbed him “Mr. Vanilla” and sent a picture of you with a message: “who’s Mr. Vanilla now?”

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[lovinkiri]

Can u make a nfsw one of Mirio maybe ?

Not Here

Mirio Togata x GN!Reader

Description: You and Mirio have been excited for this gala for a while. But when you're dressed like that, how can you expect him to stay on his best behavior?

Author's Thoughts: Sorry, I haven't been inspired for Mirio, but we're good now 😌

Warning: Smut, Marking (hickies, bruises), Cussing, etc.

"M-Mirio.." You whined softly, glancing down the hall you two had snuck off too. Or rather, where Mirio had practically dragged you. "We're gonna get caught.."

Gasping softly, you gripped onto his suit as he filled you once more, not leaving any more room for worry.

"It's gonna be alright baby, I promise.." He said, leaning in so that the two of you could share a short, sweet kiss.

Pulling away, he looked down, biting his lip at the way you pulled him back in when his hips left yours. The only thing that kept you lifted was the wall behind you and Mirio's strong hands gripping your thighs, trying his best not to lose control and fuck you against the wall like he would at home.

"O-Ohh fuck, you looked so good tonight baby, look what you did.." He whispered, his voice heavy and dripping with lust.

Your head fell back against the wall. "Don't need to see.. Can feel it.." You replied bashfully.

Groaning softly, he lips began attacking your neck, pushing back into you as he did. He relished in your quiet moans, knowing you were having a hard time keeping your voice down, but here you were doing it for him.

So good for him.

He was mostly taking his time as to not overwhelm you, but he knew that the two of you couldn't take too much longer. There were probably people looking for you guys at that moment.

He made sure to leave a pretty hickey on your neck before pressing soft kisses up your throat, to your lips. "Gonna go fast baby, think you can handle that?"

You didn't respond, not even sure yourself. But you knew you wanted him to go faster, so you locked your legs around his hips.

He took that as a sign and let his head rest against your, planting his feet against the tile floor properly before speeding up.

You let out another gasp, this one sharper, and the both of you knew that whatever cane out of your mouth next wouldn't be quiet.

Mirio was quick to press his lips against yours in a heated kiss, muffling any loud noises spilling from your mouth until you were able to control it.

When you eventually did, his lips left yours. The kiss left the both of you a panting mess, gripping at each other's clothes and skin desperate somehow get closer, wanting to tear the rest of each other's clothes off but knowing you couldn't.

"Love you Mirio, love you so much.." You whispered against his lips, feeling his tongue graze you as he licked them.

He pressed a small kiss to your cheek, the skin hot under his lips. "Love you too, baby.."

The thought of being caught was long gone, and you were only able to think about how well Mirio filled you, how you never felt even a bit empty when you were with him. The stretch would hurt at first, but you'd come to crave it not long after. Every time with Mirio was euphoric in a way you hadn't ever felt with anyone else, and so the chances of anything but Mirio being on your mind was slim.

It wasn't long until you curled your hands in his hair, gripping and pulling a moan from him. "I'm close, I'm close..!" You said as quietly as possible.

Mirio didn't let up, looking at you with eyes hazy with adoration. "Cum for me baby, let it go for me."

You let out a broken whine that was apparently too loud, because Mirio kissed you once more. Soon after that, Mirio was moaning into your mouth and filling you.

The two of you stayed where you were, panting tiredly before Mirio broke into a giggle fit, you following.

Pulling out, he sat you down and kissed your cheek again, this one lingering. When he pulled away, he was still laughing. "That was something, huh?"

You gave him a playfully pointed look at you fixed your clothes. "We could've gotten caught, you know. So impatient." You shook your head, thankful that your clothes covered the bruises you'd gotten from his grip on your thighs.

Laughing more, he doubled over a bit, trying to buckle his pants. "Trust me babe, you'd have done the same if you were me." He finally calmed down, ending his laughter with a sigh and a smile. "You really do look great tonight."

Fixing his tie, you quickly pecked his lips. "You too, Lemillion. The difference is I have some self-control."

"That's not fair, I-" He started, stopping when the two of you heard heels clicking.

Before you could make yourselves scarce, Nejire made her way around a corner. "There you guys are! Get out there, people are looking for you." She placed her hands on her hips, jokingly scolding the two of you.

Exchanging a look, both you and Mirio nodded, walking over. As ythe three of you made your way to the rest of hero society, Nejire placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, Y/n, hun. You've got something on your neck."

Confused, you felt around your neck before you remembered the special attention Mirio had face the area. Your eyes went wide, and you felt your cheeks getting hotter.

"Oh yeah.." Mirio laughed nervously. "Sorry about that, love of my life."

Before you could scold or get upset, Nejire shook her head. "I've got makeup in my bag that should cover that up. I bring different shades of concealer for moments like this. Never know when someone will have sex at a gala, but you gotta be prepared."

You hid your face in your hand but nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Nejire.."

Taking your hand in his, Mirio gave you a gentle smile. "I'll be waiting for you by the bar. Don't take too long, love."

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[crunchietoast]

"Catching up"

~☆ Mirio Togata- "Catching Up" ☆~

☀️Once again, mentions of sex, kinda NSFW but also kinda fluff idk man. Not 100% Smut. Time skip to Pro Hero Mirio, with his quirk 😭 POWERRRR!!!

☀️WC: 666 👀👹

“Hey my sunshine!” Mirio said as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Hey Mirio! I missed you'' you said, hugging him tightly. Togata had just come back from a hero mission, and you hadn't seen him for about a month.

“I missed you too cutie!” he said gently pinching your cheeks as you grinned. “It's been so long since I saw you, let alone since I touched you'' he giggled as you smacked the side of his arm playfully.

“So, what are we doing today, Mr Togata?” You asked him as you threw your coat on the couch as you expected you would probably be going out somewhere together.

“I was going to take you on a date, but I decided we should just stay home and have sex.” he said with an innocent smile like what he just said wasn’t the dirtiest thing ever.

“MIRIO!” you screeched embarrassed. Mirio is very deceiving. He looks like an innocent, well behaved boyfriend and Pro hero. But you knew that wasn’t entirely true.

He was very interesting you see, for example, he could look like the sweetest most adorable boyfriend hugging you and kissing you on the cheek in public, while he was saying the filthiest things in your ear with a angelic voice as if he could do no harm.

Of course, this made you red every time and he LOVED it. He lives of your red face and puffed up cheeks when trying to stop yourself from going even more... plus ultra-red. If that’s even a thing idk man. Even when he is away on missions and you guys’ call, he makes your want to throw your phone across the room…in the best way possible. Eventually causing you to miss him twice as much.

He has no shame. Which is something you kinda like about the guy. I mean there was so much deception in the world it was kinda nice to just a have genuine man to come home to at the end of the day.

“I like how you scream my name sunshine” he grinned widely, winking at you.

“h-how bout we go get some coffee, a-and cool off huh??!!” you said rushing to grab your coat and begin to walk towards the door. Mirio followed you, grabbing his coat and gently placing a hand on your waist from behind. Arching down to your ear.

"Sure sweetheart. But I’d like to warn you that I will be brainstorming my…attack strategies for when we come back in this cute little ear of yours” he said kissing the tip of it gently before giggling and opening the door handle from behind you.

You swatted his hand of the nob before he could open the front door and tuned around with an irritated, or more so flustered blush on your face. Chucking your and his coat on the couch again, before shoving his chest back with your finger so he stepped backwards as your followed him, with a slight glare. He, of Course had a huge goofy grin on his face, he loved that he got to you just a tiny bit.

“I can’t decide if I want to choke you or kiss you right now.” You said sternly pointing a finger at his face with a scowl.

“That’s a great idea sunshine!” he then lowered his voice “How about we do both?” smirking at you before grabbing you by the waist and pushing you up against him and to the wall. One (huge fucking beefy) arm above your head so he could lean down, noses cms away from touching, the other firmly but delicately on your waist, buckling you to his hips so you were right up against each other.

“we have a busy day catching up with each other, my love. Lets not waste any time now~” he said gently. Staring into your eyes the whole time.

Moral of the story, you both misses each other very much. So much you may not be able to walk for the next 3 days.

­-Crunchie Toast🍞

Mirio is underrated af 😔

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Pro Hero!Mirio/AFAB Villain!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: As an individual with a pretty unimpressive Quirk, it hadn't taken long for you to stray from the straight and narrow. Until, of course, a certain pro hero from your past turned up on your doorstep…

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our last installment! I'd like to thank you all for coming along on this little tale. 💚 Enjoy!

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Part One: Breathing Room

Part Two: Consequential

Part Three: Sunshine; Golden Boy

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains emotional duress and unprotected intercourse between two consenting adults. Stay safe!]

You gasped against his mouth but your surprise didn't last much longer than that. Instead you leaned into the kiss, a little giddy when a strong hand gripped the back of your neck to hold you still. 

"I'm not going to know what to do." Mirio whispered, his eyebrows drawn low in concern. "I've never done anything like this before. Never had the time for it."

"I'll let you know if I don't like it," was your answer, just as soft. 

Mirio's hold tightened momentarily. "You'd better. I won't forgive myself if you don't." As you nodded, his serious expression eased. "Okay." He breathed, "okay," and then pressed an entirely different kiss to your lips. It was wet, hot, full of tongue and his teeth accidentally hit your own more than once. It was only after your noses bumped that he pulled away with an awkward little laugh.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked, panting a bit. 

"Breathing was tough." He was panting as well, that signature smile brightening his formerly-pensive face. "More?" 

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Then okay." You grinned, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulling him in.

…

He couldn't think straight at all. 

Your hand had slipped down to unbutton his jeans a moment before and you were currently stroking his cock through his boxers which was…great, incredible, but he was definitely not going to last long if you kept that up.

"H-Hey," Mirio began shakily, groaning into your mouth when you kissed him. "Hey, I uh…look, if you keep-"

"I know." The smirk you gave him sent a shiver through his entire body. You looked so pleased with yourself. Maybe you just enjoyed having him at your mercy for once. Normally when the two of you clashed, you would only just manage to flee the scene. 

But- 

"Don't you want--" Mirio's breath hitched. "-don't you want me to…uh--well, y-you know." 

"We've got all night." You soothed, your hand doing anything but that. 

Mirio's whole body tightened up in response and he was vaguely dismayed by his lack of endurance. To be fair, he reasoned pragmatically, I've never had someone else touch me like this. "I'm going to-" he paused, scrambling to think of what the hell he was going to say, oh God why was this so embarrassing-

"Come for me?" You suggested and all Mirio could do was nod dumbly, his hips rocking into your palm. "Where would you like…?"

Oh God. Mirio's mind whipped itself into an immediate frenzy at the possibilities, the possibilities, on your face, in your mouth, on your chest, your stomach, inside- "I--mouth?" He managed to ask, his voice rasping low. 

You knelt without another word, placing the head of his cock on your tongue. Togata's entire being focused down on that one point of contact, his brain going blank. He heard some noise come out of him, it must have come from him but he didn't think he had ever made a sound that deep, it felt like it was rolling from the middle of his chest.

He only regained a portion of his senses when your palm pressed firmly on his thigh, holding him still to keep him from bucking any further forward--was that your throat–Mirio choked a little. "Holy moly." He gasped, confused when you snorted.

You pulled off of his cock, still snickering a little. "Gotta' say, I've never heard that one before." You said after swallowing. 

You swallowed.

"Is it okay for you to do that? I've heard--I mean, I don't know about the taste, so you don't…" Mirio trailed off, sure that his face was bright red. 

You made a dismissive sound, accepting the hand up from the floor. "Not a big deal to me, don't sweat it." He still felt a bit bad about it, but if it didn't matter to you…

Mirio took you by the upper arms again, pressing your back to the door as he plunged his tongue into your mouth. You made a startled noise, then it was as if you melted against him. Your fingers plucked futilely at his clothes like you were searching for some kind of anchor, or maybe you wanted skin to skin contact? 

…

Mirio pulled his shirt off over his head which satisfied your brain for the time being, and you leaned back to take in the sight of his upper body. "I love your hero suit, by the way." You crooned when he ducked in for another clumsy, breathtaking kiss. 

Mirio tilted his head, seeming confused. A flush began to work its way up his neck as he clearly realized what you meant, the young man looking self-conscious. "Is…is it too much? Should I change it?" He asked worriedly.

"Don't you dare!" You laughed, giving him a playful poke in his chest. "You have any idea how tough it was to focus on dodging your attacks when all I could think about was-"

"Okay, okay, whoa there." Mirio cut you off with the protest, waving his hands. "Were you--what, while we were fighting?!" He sputtered.

"A villain never reveals their secrets." You teased, winking and getting a reluctant chuckle out of the young man. "I'm only sorry my uniform wasn't tailored to inspire those same thoughts in you."

"I was always more concerned about whether I would accidentally hurt you." Mirio admitted bluntly. "I wasn't gonna' pull any punches, but I didn't want to use excessive force either. I know I…I could be kind of a lot when I cut loose."

"That was half the fun!" You protested, making him laugh again. "Especially when you'd grab me and you'd be all worked up and irritated-"

Another kiss silenced you, Mirio now pink to the tips of his ears. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to be. I'm supposed to be kind of unflappable, y'know." He mumbled.

"Oh don't worry, I don't think anyone else noticed. I only noticed because I knew you for so long." You tapped his jaw. "You get a vein that starts building in your neck and your jaw goes tight."

"I do? Geez, I'll have to work on that." The young man sounded somewhat dismayed. "Can't have people reading me that easily."

"It's better that way. You want the normies to remember that you're still human, right?" 

Mirio went still, his expression darkening. "I…yeah, you're right." He then cupped your cheek, gently easing your face to one side. "I'd like to do this again, I think." He murmured, pressing a few light kisses to your neck and the bruise you sported on your shoulder. "This human stuff." He clarified needlessly, and his smile was tinged with sorrow even as he spoke. "I never know when it'll go away."

"You're not dead yet." You felt like an idiot as soon as the flippant, automatic response left you, but Mirio appeared to agree with your sentiment.

"I'm going to take full advantage of that, I promise." His smile brightening, he went so far as to give you a little wink. "Now come over here so I can uh…do…what people do when they hook up."

"Alright, we can move to the bed." You allowed, laughing as you pulled your shirt off over your head. You ought to have known that any sort of gravity the situation may hold wouldn't last for long in the wake of Mirio's perpetual good cheer. This was just a hook up between old friends and, hey, you figured if he performed well you'd be gracious enough to consider looking over the paperwork. Whether a reward for him or you, you couldn't really say. 

Mirio had bounded to the bed, but the way he was looking at you now gave you pause. 

You hesitated, fidgeting with the sleeves of your discarded shirt as confidence slowly bled out of you. "If you're not comfortable with this-" you began, hoping that he was simply nervous.

Mirio's swallow was audible. "You just look really good." He stated, his voice soft and layered with an odd, unfamiliar heat. You could feel your own temperature rocket up in response, a flushed sensation spreading rapidly at the young man's obvious interest. 

You did your best to appear unaffected, though your leisurely saunter was nearly ruined by your stumbling out of your pants. "Oh?" You mused, trying to free your trapped leg in a cool and collected manner. "I'll admit, that's pretty nice to hear. You're not hard on the eyes yourself, Mi-"

Hands grabbed just beneath your rear and you were abruptly pulled in between Mirio's legs, the young man staring up at you with something akin to hungry awe. You shivered without meaning to, startled and also a bit excited by this turn of events. You could absolutely live with Mirio taking the lead, if only because it might yield humorous results. 

"Now what?" You purred, slinging your arms back around his neck. 

Mirio wordlessly hefted your legs up over his thighs, spreading you wide in his lap. He then kissed the fingers of your right hand, one by one, before requesting in a low voice, "show me what you like, Sunshine."

…

This was fantastic.

Fantastic. 

There had never been a time in his life that he had felt like this and he wanted to remember every detail of it, etch it into his brain with indelible marks. 

What you liked was, apparently, something that he could provide, which was immensely encouraging. As was the sight of you splayed in his lap, your body trembling and voice hitching even as you instructed him to move his fingers like this. 

"Y-You're pretty good at this," you praised, panting. 

Your words sent a shiver down his spine and Mirio straightened up, feeling very self-satisfied as he quickened the pace of his fingers. He could hear how wet you were and the idea that he had done that (or had at least helped a bit!) gave him the confidence to ask, "can I try something?"

The eyebrow raise he got in reply made Mirio cringe a little, but then you were laughing and telling him to go for it. "I'll let you know if I don't feel comfortable with it, Golden Boy." 

"Okay, good." Mirio made a spinning motion with his free hand. "Turn around for me?" After you repositioned yourself in his lap, Mirio pressed his lips to the back of your neck. You quivered under the touch, making a soft sound.

"Don't tease me," you whispered.

"I won't." He promised, fingers trailing over your chest to your nipples. "I just want to feel you." His hand slipped lower, down your stomach to his rapidly-hardening cock. Mirio hissed out a breath, cupping his dick and then sliding it against your pussy. With one large hand keeping it pressed to you, he used the other to gently pluck and tug at one of your nipples, making you arch back against his chest. 

"Mirio…" you whimpered, your breathy voice music to his ears. The young man nuzzled his face into your neck in reply, mouthing at the sensitive skin he discovered there while he slowly worked his cock back and forth over your pussy. 

Togata abruptly realized that you'd had enough when you canted your hips just so, causing the head of his cock to slip into your entrance without his intent. "Oh! Sorry, I-" Mirio's words ground to a stop as you shoved his hand to the side, leaning your entire body forward.

"Fuck me–" you swore, the muttered curse combined with the hot, tight slide of your pussy making Mirio's breathing shudder. You were so wet from his definitely-not teasing that the young man could feel you soaking the base of his dick already, even if most of his brainpower was currently focused on holy hell don't come yet, please don't come yet, this feels incredible.

Your palms pressed down on his thighs and you wriggled, likely situating yourself more comfortably, but Mirio grabbed your hips before he could think twice about it. "Wait." He gasped, biting his lip in an effort to maintain some sort of composure. "Wait, don't move. Just--g-give me a second."

"Oh that's right." You couldn't have sounded more self-satisfied if you had tried, Mirio was certain. "This is your first time, Golden Boy?"

"D-Don't-" He wanted to protest, really he did. Just because he hadn't had sex before didn't mean he was unaware of it, unaware of the urges of his body. His own wants and needs had just…well, they had never really taken priority is all. Then your nails were lightly scratching his thighs and the denial died on his lips. 

"Hey, I'll take good care of you." You crooned, your smug tone only riling the young man up further. 

Mirio's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to come up with something that would throw you off balance. He wasn't exactly knowledgeable in this field, but he might be able to…

Without another word he wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand seizing your ribs. Then, he laid back, dragging you with him.

…

Holy shit.

Holy shit. 

Mirio, sweet, heroic Mirio, the golden boy, currently had you at his mercy. Restraining you with nothing but his own strength, the young man worked you down until you were fully seated on his cock. You moaned, startled when he shifted you to once again have your back to his chest, his hold on you methodically changing to finally coax your legs up into a full Nelson.

"Holy shit." You gasped, Mirio's fingers laced firmly at the back of your neck encouraging you to look down and watch him penetrate you. "H-Holy shit, Mirio-"

"Don't worry." The young man's voice seethed hot against your ear, echoing your confident words from moments before. "I'll take good care of you." 

"Oh I–believe it." You whimpered, biting your lip. 

Mirio rocked you down into the cradle of his pelvis, seeming to enjoy the idea of you watching him. "This okay?" He grated out, the concern heartwarming but ultimately unneeded. 

"Fuck me, Mirio!" You cried, more than a little panicky at the thought of him stopping. This was the most excitement you'd had in ages, you weren't about to tap out before the fun even began! "Please, please please, I want you-"

Mirio wordlessly planted his feet on your bed, arching his back and thrusting up into you. You keened out, helpless to do anything but get fucked by the large hero. The feeling was breathtaking, a complete surrender of control that left Mirio free to do whatever he liked to you. Currently that appeared to be stretching you to your limits, his cock rubbing in just the right way to drive you to your breaking point. You weren't sure when you had started chanting his name, and you had no idea how you managed to find the breath to do so in the first place.

Mirio, for his part, seemed content to rut against you and pant in your ear, the normally-talkative young man all but silent. He suddenly shuddered bodily, muttering something and then adjusting his grip to ease the strain on your neck. "Probably wasn't too--comfy-" 

Truthfully you hadn't even noticed, but you definitely felt the relief once he changed his hold on you. Your thanks died on your lips as the hero continued his single-minded mission, the air leaving your body too quick for you to get out a sentence. 

"Gonna' come," Mirio grunted, then, "f–uck, want you to come though." The unexpected swear caught you off-guard, your body tensing up at the low, desperate tone of his voice. Something about witnessing Mirio's rigid control begin to fray was fascinating, and you found yourself hoping that you'd get to see more.

"In me," you managed to say, relishing the groan you got in reply. 

The hero shifted, arching beneath you while he fucked up over and over, and with one final, deep plunge, his muscles went taut. "N…not yet, not yet." You could feel the hammering of his heart in his chest, the trembling of his body as he strained and then after what felt like forever, he let go of you.

…

Mirio fairly collapsed, going limp. "Y' 'kay?" He gasped, hastily relinquishing his hold on your body. You, apparently in the process of catching your breath, sufficed with a thumbs up to reply. 

Mirio felt a laugh threatening to escape and he did his best to ward it off by skirting a hand down your chest and stomach to stroke slowly, slowly over your clit. Judging from the way you shivered and arched up into his palm, he got the feeling that it had been the right call.

"I want–" he paused, trying to think of how he could say it differently and just settling on, "I want you to come too, okay? Show me what I should do."

You inhaled quickly, your hand moving to cover his. Your index finger urged his own forward, drawing lazy circles while the heel of your palm kept him from retracting his hand. Not that he would have, of course! Mirio was intensely interested in finding out how he could get you to come, especially considering that you had managed to get him off so easily before. His own impressive recovery period notwithstanding, he still felt like you more than deserved to enjoy yourself if you were able to. 

Judging from the noises you were making and the way your body was writhing, you were extremely able.

Mirio latched his other arm over you just beneath your chest, pinning you down as best as he could. 

"I've got you now, villain!" He exclaimed, grinning broadly while he grappled them to his chest. The miscreant lashed out, yelling and trying to kick him, but their attacks passed harmlessly through his body. "Careful! You'll hurt yourself." Mirio chided, snagging the tail end of their deep hood and tearing it off of them with one sharp jerk. "Now let's see-!"

You? Mirio froze.

Seizing your advantage in his moment of distraction, you managed to wrestle free of his hold. You glared at him with wild eyes, a smirk growing on your face when he remained silent. "What's the matter, Golden Boy? Usually you can't shut the hell up." With that, you slung yourself over the edge of the roof. Mirio heard you hit the fire escape with a metallic clang, your running footsteps quickly fading away…

"I've got you now, villain," he teased, hearing you snort in reply.

"Shut up, you're such a nerd." You said with a breathless laugh, shoving your forehead against his jaw. "I'm not going along with your weird roleplay kink."

"Roleplay-" Mirio began to sputter indignantly, about to list his protests because of course it was a joke, he was joking, but he decided to shove his thumb against your clit instead. With his cock still inside you he found he could feel your reactions, even the ones you tried to hide, which he was sure might be considered playing dirty. He couldn't really bring himself to care much though, considering the fact that your fingers were digging into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"H-Hey–" you panted, sounding a little confused. "Mirio, w--Mirio, holy shit."

"Is it alright?" Mirio cautiously asked, hoping that your reactions weren't being caused by something aside from pleasure.

"It's great, fuck, fuck-" You were trembling, seeming torn between fucking down onto his cock or up into his hand. This led to stuttering motions that Mirio slowly eased into the rhythm of, his pelvis shifting up to meet you and elongate the motion. Your whole body was pressed to his and, while Mirio had a difficult time splitting his attention between the sounds he was wringing out of you and keeping his fingers moving, he liked to believe he wasn't doing too badly. 

You suddenly tensed up and the hero choked, feeling your pussy throb around him. "Fuck." You breathed, going limp in Mirio's arms. 

"Wow." Mirio gasped, grabbing your hips and thrusting upwards. "Wow, Sunshine." His brain completely deserted him as he chased his own completion, dissolving into nothing but nonsensical muttering and panting. "S' tight–" He groaned and it was as if you tightened even further, forcing him to do nothing but grind himself against you like a man possessed. 

You pitched forward to brace yourself on his thighs and that was all it took. Mirio buried his cock inside your cunt and came, his hands trembling before latching down hard on your hips.

…

You stared up at the ceiling, stunned speechless. Mirio simply continued to gently clean you up with a washcloth. When you finally broke the silence, it was to ask, "where the hell did you learn how to rail like that?"

"Good?" He asked cautiously.

"Yes Mirio, fuck's sake," you laughed, your mind still hazy. 

"I mean, I-I dunno', it was my first time so I'm not really sure."

You shifted your weight, catching his wrist. "You weren't kidding earlier? I figured you were just trying to maintain that sterling reputation you've got."

Mirio didn't meet your eyes, seeming a bit embarrassed. "W-Well, what good would have come out of lying? You'd have figured it out pretty quick."

Deliberately softening your tone, you replied, "Thank you for being honest with me, then. Even if it could be awkward."

"You deserve honesty," Mirio insisted, "and you deserve safety."

You sighed heavily, flopping onto your back and rolling your eyes. "Alright, let me use the bathroom and then you can pitch me your incredible scheme." You raised a finger to ward off the excited outburst you could see he was about to unleash. "I expect to have my record scrubbed. I'm not joining some stuffy group on garbage terms just because you think I would 'work hard and succeed' or 'it's what's right'. You know you can trust me. If you want me involved, you can go to bat to convince your peers to let me function without imposing unnecessary restrictions."

Mirio looked incredibly serious. "Done." 

You reached over, giving his hand a shake. "Well then Golden Boy, sell me on your plan and let's get me that hero license."

He pulled you into him instead, his eyes searching your own. That serious expression didn't wane in the slightest, even as he leaned down to kiss you once more. "I'll keep you safe." He murmured. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, okay? I'll help however I can."

"Sh-Shut up, Golden Boy." You blustered, flicking the tip of his nose before making your escape to the bathroom. Before you did anything else though, you braced yourself on the sink and studied your reflection in the mirror for a few moments. Was it hope or just the idea of it, daring to brighten your expression from its usual frown?

Maybe…maybe this hero stuff isn't so bad.

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[melaninmight]

lemon cream pie

- mirio togata x reader | wc: 2.3k

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — synopsis :: dessert after a long day? yes please. 

꒰ ▹ ꒱ — ‘all mine’ (slowed; plaza)

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — cw :: dom / sub relations, a little fingering, pussy lapping (f.receiving), cock sucking (m.receiving), praise, cum swallowing, reader is a college student, mirio’s hero name is lemillion

꒰ 🍋 ꒱ — tag(s): @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx

꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimer (s) : bnha manga + anime franchise belongs to horikoshi ; this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI !

Earbuds on, the sound of RiRi’s “Disturbia” drumming your ears, you drowned out the chaos of the outside world while your eyes scrolled through a book in your hands. One hand held the hardcover book, the other gently turning to the next page. Though you weren’t much of a bookworm, you couldn’t put the book away. Your investment  in the plot and characters has kept you occupied for the past half hour since class ended.

This week has been a stressful, busy week. Your professors had gone through a load of coursework, much to the dismay of you and many other classmates. Luckily, you didn’t seem to mind, since you were pretty proficient at holding yourself accountable when completing homework on time.

Then again, you knew not to ignore your mental well-being, so you found solace in reading to escape the stress.

You looked up for a brief minute to look up at the sky, the sun hitting your melanated skin. Curls danced to the small breeze, brown eyes glimmered through squinted eyes as your arm covered them for shade.

Little did you know, a face peered out of the campus wall behind you.

“Hiya sunshine!”

You squeaked, heart racing as you turned towards the voice’s direction. Your wide eyes met the face of Mirio peeking out the campus walls.

Taking a deep breath, you muttered. “M-Mirio! Don’t scare m-me like that.”

Mirio giggled, “Sorry about that sunshine. You were so immersed in your bubble, I was afraid to pop it!”

You sighed. “Don’t worry about it, blondie. You lucky you weren’t some bozo, otherwise your ass would’ve been splattered against that wall like a pie.”

The blonde laughed as he smoothly made his way out of the wall.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his cheeky smile never leaving his face.

“Yep,” you eagerly stuffed your book back inside your backpack, removing your earbuds from your ears before rolling ‘em up and stuffing ‘em inside the pocket compartment. Zipping up your backpack, you stood from the wooden park bench, standing by Mirio’s side as he held your hand, leading you both walking to the direction of his apartment.

You and Mirio have been dating for quite a while. Most of his friends and colleagues know of or know about you, so your relationship was no secret. Of course, some made it known they didn’t like y’all together and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to rub their bias in your face, but who cares?  If that ain’t good enough, the two of you live not too far from one another. Besides his hero duties, the two of you would walk home together to chill with one another to end a hectic school day. And this day was one of those days where you two will finally rewind and spend time together.

Just thinking about all the fun things you can do made you flush in excitement, holding Mirio’s hand tightly.

He looked over to you curiously. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

You choked up a bit, shaking away the daydreams.

“N-Nothin. Nothin at all, suga bear.”

He smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you in to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Did I ever tell you you’re so cute when you blush?”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks.

“S-Shut up!” you squealed, giggling as your hands intertwined.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Opening the door to your apartment, you didn’t hesitate to slip off your shoes and ran through the halls and into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. A satisfied groan vibrates your throat, melting into the soft sheets.

“I missed you so much, beddy boo.”

You heard Mirio pout from behind, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door.

“What about me?”

Getting yourself adjusted and sitting up on the bed, you opened your arms for him.

“Of course I missed you, dummy. I miss you every day.”

He let out a chuckle, walking over to you and leaning down to be trapped in your embrace, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling and sitting you up on his lap once he was settled on the bed.

You remained in each other’s embrace for a while, taking a moment to take in your warmth, scent, and comfort. It had been a cool minute since you both had a moment of privacy since he took on the role of Lemilion. You were proud of him and his tireless effort to be a hero that anyone can look up to for protection. Yet, despite the calls and texts to assure you that he was okay,  not a day went by that you didn’t worry about him. Days like these were ones you looked forward to; him coming home to you in one piece put you at ease. This way, you felt safe, and he never failed to provide that safety.

“(Y/N).”

Mirio broke the silence.

“Hmm?” you hummed.

You felt him pull away, his arms still around your waist as he stared down at you, his blue eyes hinting a lustful glow.

Flustered, you bit your lip and tore yourself away from his gaze.

His fingers grazed your chin, gently pulling your face forward before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocated, hands now traveling from his back down to his shoulders, laying gentle massages.

You melted deeply into the kiss when his tongue slithered into your mouth, dancing in harmony with your own.

A moan unexpectedly left your lips, much to his excitement. He responds with a low growl, one hand remained on your waist while the other twirled your curls.

Slowly, you felt yourself being lowered on the bed, your back pressed against the soft silk sheets, his chest pressed against yours as the make-out intensified.

Mirio pulled away in time for you both to take a breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips broke apart. Your chest rose with each breath, your brown eyes staring up at him with the same lustful hue.

Oh, how you looked so sexy, he thought to himself.

“Sunshine,” he purred. “You never fail to get me riled up.”

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile.

“And if I failed?”

“Well,” he chuckled while raising his shirt off of him, showcasing his abs. “Then that’d mean I’d have to punish you.”

How can he say that with such calmness? Then again, the thought of seeing a dominant Mirio did turn you on, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal. Biting your lip, you gently brushed your knee against his groin, prompting him to hiss from the sensitivity of his crotch.

“Careful now, you don’t want to go too far. I won’t be able to hold back with you teasing me like that,” he threatened in between shaky breaths.

His large hands moved to raise the shirt off of you, exposing your breasts hidden behind a black lace bralette. Removing the fabric in one swoop, he quickly cupped your breasts, rubbing it in circular motion. You bite your lip a lil’ harder, doing your absolute best to hold in your moans. You almost made a noise when he rubbed his thumb against your perky nips, before leaning in and latching one in his mouth.

You yelped, shaky breaths escaping your lips as you watched his assault on your nips.

After giving your breasts some love, the blonde moved down to your stomach, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before reaching your lower body.

He licked his lips, lust-filled eyes glancing at the sides of lace panties sticking out of your pants. Gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides, he gently pulled down the pants, tossing them out of the way.

“Hmm? Getting wet for me already, aren’t you sunshine?” Mirio teased, tracing his finger across your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch.

He then went on to remove the panties, watching as a string of your arousal broke apart between the fabric and your entrance.

Throwing your panties to the side, he didn’t waste any time rubbing his nose against your sensitive folds.

“M-Mir-“ you whimpered, yet was stopped when you felt a gentle slap against your thigh.

“I don’t recall telling you to call me that when you’re underneath me, angel,” he smiled, his blue orbs glancing up at you as he slickly swiped his finger across your wet folds.

“What’s my name?”

“D-Daddy~” you begged. “Don’t tease me, p-please.”

“Mmh, no promises,” he giggled.

You felt your cheeks glow warmly when you heard a change in his tone.

“Besides, I gotta mark my territory,” he growled, wasting no time to glide his tongue against your clit.

The gasp you tried to hold on couldn’t be kept away any longer. It may not have been the first time you’ve experienced this feeling, but since it’s been a while since you’ve shared these moments made this one feel more pleasurable, and you were loving it.

Your moans and whimpers, mixed with the sounds of him sucking, gulping, and lapping your juices filled the room, the sexual aroma engulfing you both like a bubble.

Mirio made sure to savor your scent and flavor, his mouth coated in your juices, gulping loudly as another orgasm coursed through your body, squirting more juice all over his face and mouth. He lapped it up as though it were his last meal.

Now satisfied, he rose up to stare you down, his tongue swiping across his lips to clear away your flavor.

“Your taste is so divine, babe,” he chuckled. “I may need to eat you out more often.”

You pouted, a soft glare framing your face.

“No fair. You can eat my pussy, yet I ain’t got no dick?”

Mirio’s eyes widened, laughing nervously as he scratched his neck, a trail of sweat leaving his forehead.

“Couldn’t hold myself, sunshine. You’re just so sexy, I needed to get a taste of you.”

You flushed. Quickly, you rose up and pushed him down on the bed, bringing the blonde by surprise.

“S-Sunshine? What are you–”

“Hush up, pretty boi. I’m gettin’ even with you,” you purred, a soft smirk forming your lips.

Your hands trailed from his chiseled chest down to his pants, fingers playing with the belt until it clicked off. Gliding it off his jeans and throwing them to the side, you pushed down his pants, throwing them atop his belt, now leaving him in his boxers.

You saw the hard frame of his bulge peeking out from the fabric, your index finger poking at him.

He hissed at your touch. “A-Ahah..”

A seductive giggle left your lips.

“This’ll be fun~”

Your hands proceeded to pull his boxers down, allowing his cock to rise freely, his scent filling your nostrils. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it certainly smelt like dick.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss on his tip before engulfing him in your mouth.

“U-Ugh, s-sunshine,” he muttered, his face flushed as he glanced down at you, sucking his cock so seamlessly.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking and gagging every inch of him, his pubic hair tickling your nose the more you tapped his balls.

“T-That’s it, princess. You…,” he gasped. “...know how to suck my cock…” Another shaky breath. “... l-like a champ.”

His strong hands grab ahold of your head, his fingers tangled underneath your curls.

For a bit, you glanced up at him with tear-filled eyes, your brain too foggy to comprehend as you shoved his cock deeper into your mouth

“F-Fuck baby…” he choked. “I-I can’t…”

“Mmgh,” you gagged, his tip hitting your throat the more you brought him deeper in your mouth.

“C-Cum. I-I’m gonna–,” Mirio shook as he brought your head down to a halt, his warm seed filling your mouth.

Closing your eyes shut, you were surprised by the chunk load he released, some spilling out of your mouth. You did your best to gulp down every last drop of him before releasing his bulge.

Once he caught his breath, Mirio looked down to see a bit of leftover semen on your lips, a wave of embarrassment flushed his face.

“I-I’m so sorry sunshine! I-I didn’t mean for it to…” he stuttered.

You giggled, licking your semen stained lips.

“It’s fine suga. That was quite a hefty meal,” you winked at him.

He chuckled nervously, leaning up to cup your cheek and press his chapped lips against yours in a soft kiss, the salty taste still lingering.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you melted into the kiss, one hand traveling up his head, fingers brushing through his blonde hair while the other remained on his thigh.

The both of you let each other fall back onto the bed, with you at the bottom while he towered over you, your tongues twirling in rhythm.

“M-Mir Mir,” you whimpered.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, gently sucking on your tongue before pulling away, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chest rose with each breath, a little tear running down your cheek as your brown orbs stared at his blue ones.

The blonde heaved a sigh. “Well, I’m hyped up now. You down for round 2?”

You groaned. “Can’t we freshen up and chill for the rest of the day.”

You didn’t hide your exhaustion, turning to the side and resting your eyes.

Mirio laughed. “C’mon don’t be such a sissy. You sucking my willy was just a warm up”

Immediately you turned back around to face him. “A warm up??! Says who?”

You yelped when you felt yourself being pulled forward by the legs, your face glowing bright red inched away from his.

“Do I have to say it, princess?” he chuckled cheekily.

“Now, be a good girl and allow me to stuff you real nicely.

You’re in for a wild ride.”

♡

꒰🌙 ꒱ ─ extras :: 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ∿ 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡

꒰ 🍂 ꒱ ─ author’s note :: been in a mirio mood for too long. thought i share da mood with ya. enjoy :)

© melaninmight, 2022. do not translate, plagiarize, or post on other socials w/out permission.

#melaninmight #college au #bnha #bnha smut #bnha x y/n #lemillion #mirio togata #mirio smut #mirio x reader #f!reader #poc reader #minors fuck off #minors dni #kinktober 2022 #edit later #<3333

[starstruck-flames]

Comfort - Mirio

A/N: Please… please forgive any shitty writing/typos! I still have a cold… recovering from a tattoo. My god it never ends!

You know, it takes a lot to feel ready to love again. I just want you to know I’m really proud of you.

Content includes!! Shower fluff, shower smut, implied trauma/PTSD, Mirio is a big ol softie but also he’s loving what he seeees, overall this is just a soft loving post but as always tell me if I miss something!, fingering, soft sex implied after

Song for your mood?

He could hear the shower as soon as he walked through your apartment door. Chances are you poorly timed it for his arrival, that’s okay! He smiles, striding over to the bathroom door. He can hear music playing but…

A knock.

“Mirio?!” He hears you call out, clearly you definitely didn’t realise what time it is… he can’t help but chuckle in response.

“Sure is! Mind if I come in? Or do you want privacy today?”

“…Come on in!”

He can’t help but smile softly, of course he wants you to know when those boundaries are set but it does always make it more fun when he can appreciate the natural state of your body. He gets himself all hyped up just thinking about it as he runs back out to the hallway, knowing EXACTLY which wall leads into your shower. He grins, letting his head phase through slowly.

Though, what he didn’t expect was for you to be totally ready for that, giving him a wet kiss on the forehead.

And my…

The view is impeccable.

“Haha… hey sunshine!” He calls out, glancing around. “I’m gonna come through, back up a little for me?”

You take a step back as Mirio phases through, his clothes obviously already off as he lets out a soft sigh at the hot water against both of you.

“I needed this…”

He looks a little surprised as he feels you press up against him, not in a… sexual way but it’s clear you needed some love right now. Mirio chuckles, pressing a soft kiss against your wet hair.

“And this. Is everything ok?”

“Rough day.” Is muttered out, your face smushed up against his chest. “…Memories is all.”

His smile flattens a little as he hears this, pulling you in more for a tight embrace. Mirio’s hand messing with your hair as he thinks on what he should say…

“You’ve come to trust me a lot more, haven’t you honey?” He asks softly, feeling you nod against his chest. “And I think… I really do think that’s incredible. I can’t imagine how it even feels but I can only imagine how incredible you are to be strong enough to keep going.”

You feel his chest let out a long huff, struggling to speak. He knows you don’t need words but he really wants you to know just how he feels. It’s incredible to watch from his perspective, and maybe it’s a little biased but Mirio truly, truly loves you for your strength. Even if he’s physically stronger, ehe.

He takes a step back, making you look at him as he smiles. “I really couldn’t be luckier to have met you, and to have your trust. I hope you know that.”

Planting a soft kiss on your wet skin again, he chuckles, noticing your wandering eyes. Maybe you hadn’t intended to look… there, but he knows sometimes you get embarrassed by these softer moments.

“Hey, hey, eyes up here sunshine.” He chuckles, leaning in ever so slightly. “Unless you…” He trails off, wondering if this is badly timed. “Hey, if I’m ever being a pig, tell me, okay?”

“You’re not.” Is all you can respond, fingers… ever so lightly trailing his abdomen. “I’m really glad you found the patience to love me.”

He smiles brightly again, his hair completely flattened by the water at this point as his hands wrap around your butt. He’s careful, pressing you up against the shower wall.

“Honey… I would have waited years for you if you needed it.” He chuckles. “Of course… I am glad to be here. Right now. With you.”

There’s a long pause.

“…Can I-“

“Yes.”

He smiles softly, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His fingers are careful, feeling around your hole before a single digit slips in. The small gasp and whine as he presses in is enough to already start making him go crazy but today… today he’s going to make sure you feel nothing but loved. His movements are slow, precise as he feels your body respond oh so positively to him. And his body aches for you.

“Now… one more question.”

“Mm?”

“Do you want to keep going here or…?”

#mha mirio #bnha mirio #mirio smut #mirio fluff #shower loving #implied trauma #tw ptsd #ptsd implied #baby boy baby #mdni #Spotify

[pervysenpaix]

umm bully mirio scares you so much that he makes you piss your pants in the hallways, white thigh highs stained with yellow as you sob and pray no one is paying attention to you. him dragging you into the janitors closet after to actually give you a reason to cry and piss yourself.

Please-- like are you in my brain right now ? i- i YES

18+ MDNI| ✨piss✨ , bullying , dubcon, mean mirio , god im a simp

Mirio Togata is your worst nightmare. Yeah, he might be UA's golden boy-- all sweet and charismatic but that's just a façade. Or at least, that's how he is to everyone but you. He's just so mean ! Always calling you mean names, pinching your thighs, and ordering you around. You tried to tell someone, anyone , but who'd believe you ? You should've known better, and you also should've known that word would get back to your tormenter. You probably would've kept your mouth shut if you'd known that he'd have you backed against the lockers, head locked between two meaty fists. Thumb resting against your temples and lips pressed against your ear whispering cruelly. "Did you really think they'd believe you, Quirkless?". “Honestly , you should be grateful that I even waste my time on someone as mediocre as you.” “So many girls would kill for my attention” And he wasn’t lying. Everyone loved Mirio. Everyone except you. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t immediately succumb to his charms. Why you didn’t fall to your knees the moment he spoke to you. All the other girls did. He didn’t know that you were super shy and introverted so his outgoing personality made you nervous, he took it as a personal offense. Getting meaner and meaner everyday. But this was the worst it had ever gotten. His knee was pressed between your legs, right against your cunt. You were shaking so bad. So scared and he was holding you in place. It didn't help that he'd caught you on the way to restroom. “P-please Mirio … gotta go” Your pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears. “P-please Mirio” he mocked, adding pressure against your temple. “Where do you have to go , huh ? What’s more important than me ?” Fat tears welled in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill with each twitch of his leg. "I have to go to the ladies room, Mirio" you whined, praying that he'd spare you the tiniest sliver of mercy. Prayers went unanswered because Mirio's handsome face twisted into a cruel smile. Cerulean visionaries burning into your skin and tracing a path down to where his knee met your clothed cunt. "Oh?" he mocked, voice dripping with faux concern. "Does little Y/N need to go potty?" You didn’t answer, just whimpered and averted your eyes which did not bode well with the fledgling hero. *BAM! His fists crashed into the locker, leaving a gaping hole right next to your head. "When I talk you- Mirio's voice trailed off and his gaze fell to the darkening splotch on his uniform pants. Amber liquid surged from the place between your thighs. Pretty white stockings ruined with streaks of hot piss. "M-mirio , i-" Words caught in your throat and you whimpered in humiliation. Utterly defeated by the fact that you'd pissed yourself in front of the most popular boy in school. He was going to be furious. At least that's what you assumed before you dared glance at his oceanic orbs. The blonde's eyes glazed over, completely clouded with lust. The wet tip of his tongue darted across his plush lips and your eyes followed the movement. Slightly parted and moistened by saliva. What you wouldn't give to have those lips on your body. As if he were clairvoyant, Mirio pulled you into a bruising kiss. Bullying into your mouth with such skilled aggression that your brain felt fuzzy. A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal permeated the air and the damp warmth of your cunt pulsed against his leg in rhythm with the frantic beating of your heart. Mirio pulled away hair messy and tie disheveled. Thick fingers carded through his blonde locs before he stepped forward to adjust your braids. A hand lingered against your cheek, almost gentle. Almost. His thumb and index finger squeezed as he pulled your face close to his. "My room at 9PM, Quirkless. Don't be late."

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#bully mirio #no cause he's just so mean! #and i love that for me #want him to squeeze my cheeks till eye cry and then give me a kiss #mirio x blackreader #mirio smut #mirio x reader #mirio togata

[tojisdolliee]

:( soft dom mirio with his face between your thighs, hes been there for hours but he loves watching you squirm "feel good baby? you love daddies tongue huh?"

#bnha smut #mirio smut #mirio x reader #mirio x you #my hero academia smut #mirio x y/n #koakumathrists