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dumpstyy · 8 hours ago

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cw: smut, screaming, unprotected p in v, toji being..himself. 18+ mdni!

toji fushiguro likes to make his girls scream.

usually it’s no trouble—he’s pretty experienced in the bedroom, obviously. he’s got a record of thirty-two seconds he set a while ago, as terrible as it sounds.

but you—his pretty new girlfriend—are giving him some trouble.

it’s been almost an hour. he’d done everything��oral, different positions, even that thing with his fingers that’s sure to make someone scream. yet you’re quiet, clinging onto his neck, only sounds falling from your lips are small gasps and itty bitty moans.

for your first time together, toji wanted to take things slow— but it’s not good enough. so, toji switches it up yet again.

he manhandles you to flip over, shoving a pillow under you—something he’d read a while ago and had yet to try out. his hands push your knees into your chest, keeping you open, before sliding his cock back in painfully slow.

you don’t complain or make any noise again, you just rest your hands on his big shoulders and hold on. then toji begins—sliding all the way out and shoving his length right back in.

that elicits the first loud moan you’d given him. if he didn’t know any better, toji would’ve thought he’d been doing a bad job this whole time.

and he thrusts again, slow, yet hard, punctuating each thrust with a sharp stop. you go quiet again, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation of him—and he hits it.

“oh fuck.”

your voice comes out trembling, a little whiny, yet nothing close to a scream. toji picks up his pace, thrusts still calculated and mean. he hits your g-spot so accurately and aggressive, the sensation bubbling up inside you quickly.

toji sees it, heightened senses be damned, his eyes locking onto your expression. you’re biting your lip, squeezing your eyes shut, digging your nails into his shoulder. you’re like a balloon about to pop, pumped too full you can’t help what comes out of your mouth.

“fuck! fuck you!” you scream, eyes shooting open wide when toji penetrates your g-spot again, rudely.

“aw, that ain’t nice, baby,” toji coos, knowing you don’t mean any harm in your yelling.

you’re just overwhelmed by pleasure, he gets it—toji knows he’s good. he can feel your thighs trembling, your cunt spasming around him every time he hits that sacred spot so deep inside you.

“oh my god—ugh—shit!” curse after curse falls from your lips, only causing toji’s grin to get wider and wider. your moans aren’t pretty in any sense—each noise is ugly and visceral and raw.

toji is eating it up.

“let it out,” he rasps with a laugh, angling his hips to pound even harder into your tight walls.

your fist clenches together and you bang the side of it on toji’s hard bicep. he doesn’t stop, not even after all your exclamations and yelling, because he knows you don’t want him to.

toji doesn’t want to, either—he won’t be satisfied until you lose your voice.

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dumpstyy · 2 days ago

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All His

Tenya Ida x fem reader (aged up)

(SMUT not much plot 😭)

Wc- 2k+

Warnings - kinda rough s*x, Praise kink / slight dumbification, very slight choking, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia (crying during s*x), kinda size kink

Art by: @she.sofyee ❤️❤️

Being in a relationship with pro hero Tenya Iida meant learning his rhythms.

There were days when he came back from patrol silent but soft, his body worn down, his hands trembling from too much responsibility and not enough rest. On those days, you’d run him a bath, press warm food into his hands, kiss his temple and whisper that he was doing enough. He’d make love to you slow — reverent, like touching you was the only peace he knew how to hold onto.

But then… there were days like this.

Days where the world had pushed too hard. Where everything had gone wrong — an injury in the field, some reckless rookie under his supervision, a harsh word from an agency rep who didn’t understand what it meant to carry the weight of being a pro-hero.

He didn’t come home soft tonight. He came home silent. Jaw clenched. Gloves thrown off. Muscles tight like he was seconds away from breaking.

You didn’t ask. You just kissed him. You let him press you against the wall, let him grab at your waist, let his mouth crash into yours like he was trying to use you to breathe.

And now?

Your body’s slick, overstimulated and trembling, but he hasn’t stopped — not even for a second.

“You can take it,” he growls, voice low and ragged as his hips slam into you again. “You’re mine. You can take everything I give you.”

you’re laid bare beneath him on the silky sheets flushed, breathless, and entirely his. Your body glistens in the low light.

Above you, Tenya’s massive frame hovers broad shoulders and corded arms caging you in, his chest slick with sweat that drips onto your flushed skin. Every inch of him is hard, heat and muscle and the thick length of him disappearing inside you.

You nod, tearful and dazed, your pussy clenching around him, already throbbing from the last time he made you cum.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp, voice breaking, “I can—I can—‘m yours, Tenya, I’m yours—”

Tenya’s gaze drinks you in like he’s starved, like every inch of you is something sacred. Your hair spills across the pillows, framing your delicate, fucked-out features. Glassy doe eyes, cheeks flushed and damp, lips kiss-swollen and trembling. You’re so small under him, trembling and glowing.

Your breasts rising with each panting breath, nipples hardened and glistening with his saliva, your waist tapering into full, perfect hips and a soft, round ass that his hands can’t help but linger on.

His thick cock thrusts into you, filling you again and again, your slick walls clinging desperately around him. The pace is unrelenting, his strength overwhelming — but it’s not rough, not careless. He’s obsessed. Gentle in the way his fingers curl around your throat, possessive in the way his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck, leaving behind a bruise that says youre his.

You turn your face into the pillow to muffle the helpless sounds spilling out of you the whimpers that turn to cries, the gasps that threaten to echo through the walls of your home.

His name is a broken mantra on your lips, and still, he doesn’t stop can’t stop not when you look like this. So beautiful. So perfect. So completely his.

He notices the way your face turns into the pillow, your moans muffled, body trembling beneath him.

It only turns him on more.

His pace slows for just a moment, hips grinding deep as he leans down, voice hot and low against your ear.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, breath brushing your skin. “Let me hear you.”

You whimper again, muffled by the pillow, and his hand moves, not roughly, but with purpose. He gently tilts your chin, guiding your face back to him, forcing you to look up. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger and reverence all at once.

“I want to hear you,” he says, more firmly this time. “All of it. Every sound you make… that’s mine.”

Then he thrusts into you again, harder now, deeper, and the pillow slips from your grip as a moan breaks free of your throat — raw and beautiful and loud.

He groans at the sound, like it fuels him.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back. I want to know how good I make you feel.”

And in that moment, nothing else matters

Only him. Only you. Only this.

He doesn’t ease up.

In fact, he goes faster, merciless now, like he’s chasing something deep inside you with every sharp, powerful thrust. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as your back arches off the sheets, your moans growing higher, sweeter, more desperate.

His hand tightens just enough on your neck to tilt your chin higher, and before you can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto yours swallowing every broken moan, every desperate little cry that bubbles up as his hips pound up into you without mercy.

You whimper pathetically against his tongue, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders for something, anything to hold onto while he devours every sound you try to make.

When he finally rips his mouth from yours, a thin string of spit connects your swollen lips to his. His eyes burn down at you, chest heaving, hand still warm around your throat as he groans against your ear,

“Look at you… fuck— look at how perfect you are for me.”

Deep blue eyes locked on yours watching every twitch of your brows, every shiver that runs down your sweat-dampened body. He loves the way your pretty face crumbles with pleasure, the tears that spill over your lashes, trailing down your cheeks in soft, glistening lines.

“Look at me, Y/N.” he growls, voice thick with need.

Your body obeys before your brain can catch up, overwhelmed and melting under him.

“I-Iida!” you cry, breath hitching, voice a broken mess. “F-Feels… s’good—so good!”

Your words blur into a babble of praise and gasping whimpers, hiccupped moans and trembling confessions. His name spills from your lips over and over, slurred and half-formed as your mind slips further into pleasure. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, your raw need, your devotion, your helplessness under him.

And Tenya drinks in every second like it’s his last.

“You sound so pretty,” he mutters, nearly undone himself. “God, you look so good like this… crying for me.”

He leans down again, lips brushing over your cheek, licking a tear from your skin like it’s sacred.

“You can take it, can’t you? Just a little more. Be good for me.”

Tenya can barely breathe himself.

Every time he thrusts into you, your tight, wet heat clenches around him like you were made for him like your body wants to keep him there. It’s overwhelming. Addictive. Every whimper you let out, every cry of his name, only pushes him closer to the edge.

You look like a dream beneath him — flushed, trembling, crying, your voice wrecked and full of him — and all he can think is: mine.

The way your body wraps around him so snugly, greedily, sends lightning up his spine. The wet sounds between you, the soft slap of skin on skin, the way your walls pulse with every thrust it’s all too much. Too perfect.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, jaw tight, completely ruined by the feeling of you. “You feel… incredible.”

His hand curls around your thigh, lifting it just slightly to get deeper, and when he hears your loud, gasping moan, it makes his hips stutter.

“God—you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans, the muscles in his back flexing as he pounds into you, sweat dripping down his chest. “You feel so good I can’t think—”

He’s never felt this way. Not like this. You’re dragging everything out of him. every ounce of control, every thought, every breath. He’s burning with it, full of it. The pleasure, the emotion, the need to bury himself so deep inside you that there’s no space left for anything else.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, voice shaking as he presses his forehead to yours. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Every touch, every movement, every sound you make is branded into his brain. But right now, all he can think about is making you fall apart. He

feels how close you are, the way your walls pulse tighter, how your legs tremble against his sides. You’re right there teetering on the edge and he wants to be the one to push you over.

With a low grunt, he shifts — grabs you firmly beneath the thighs and presses your legs up, folding them toward your chest. The change in angle has your breath catching instantly, a sharp, desperate whine slipping past your kiss-bruised lips.

“There,” he breathes, his voice low and wrecked, eyes locked onto where you take him. “Right there, baby — I’ve got you.”

And he does.

He starts pounding into you, deep and unrelenting, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again — your g-spot, the one that makes your eyes roll back and your whole body jolt like you’re being lit on fire from the inside out.

You can’t move. Can’t squirm away from it. Not with his strong hands pinning you in place and his body pressed so tight to yours.

He's chasing your breaking point with every deep, precise thrust. His grip tightens around your thighs, pinning you open as his hips slap against yours, the wet sound echoing under the soft whimpers spilling from your lips.

Your moans rise in pitch, your voice shaking. Your eyes squeeze shut, tears clinging to your lashes.

“I-It’s too much—” you gasp, even as your hips push back into him, desperate for more. “Tenya—please—”

Your body’s trembling, legs twitching under his grip, but you’re not trying to get away. If anything, your hips keep rocking forward,

chasing the pressure even as your voice shakes. He sees it, he feels it and leans down, lips brushing your cheek, voice low and steady.

“You can take it,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “You’re doing so well. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it for me, can’t you?”

And in your dazed, overwhelmed state, all you can do is nod — wide, glossy brown eyes blinking up at him, completely undone, completely gone.

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, the word trembling out of you like instinct. “I c-can— can take it—f’you…”

He’s watching everything the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips tremble, the way you cling to him like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

The pressure is unbearable, mounting fast — your legs shaking, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles go white. You’re close, and he knows it. He leans over you, voice low and urgent.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” he growls, never breaking rhythm. “Let me feel it. Show me, baby.”

Your head tilts back with a sob, the words tumbling out of you before you can stop them.

“I-I can’t—! It’s too good—Tenya, I—oh my god—!”

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, overwhelming and unstoppable. You scream his name, voice breaking as your body spasms, thighs shaking violently as you squeeze around him. You don’t even realize you’re crying again until he’s brushing a tear away with his thumb.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that… good girl.”

Your pussy clamps down around him, fluttering in tight, desperate pulses. And then you cream hot, wet, and uncontrollable, gushing around his cock, soaking his length, your thighs, the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck—!” he groans, watching it happen, his voice strained. “Look at that—shit, you’re making a mess all over me.”

Your slick drips down between your legs, everything hot and soaked, your cunt milking him in rhythmic waves, like your body doesn’t want to let him go. Your cries turn into hiccupped gasps as you twitch beneath him, overstimulated and shaking, tears still running freely down your cheeks.

And he can feel it all of it the way your pussy spasms around him, trying to pull him in deeper, tighter, begging for him to fill you.

“You’re unreal,” he growls, hips stuttering as your body keeps squeezing him. “fuck, baby—fuck—”

Your body is still pulsing beneath him — warm and trembling, thighs spread wide, pussy tight and soaked from your orgasm. You're not speaking, too dazed, too gone. Just holding him, arms looped around his neck, clinging with what little strength you have left.

And that—that is what finally pushes him over the edge.

“I-ah-I'm going to—” he chokes out, voice strained and low, almost reverent.

He doesn’t even try to pull out. He presses in deep all the way burying himself to the hilt as his body locks up.

And then he’s spilling into you, warm and thick, filling you completely. He groans deeply, his brow pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips. His hands stay firm on your hips, holding you still as he pulses inside, every twitch of his cock sending another hot wave into your already-full cunt.

You gasp softly at the warmth, at the feeling of him coming inside — of your body taking him like it’s second nature.

“You’re—God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, still trembling. “I needed this. Needed you.”

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