Patreon Compilation – Fic#320 – AllMight/Inko – service top; lingerie – Making A Family

AllMight/Inko – Inko has dressed up nice for AllMight and he is smitten either way.

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AllMight has to sit down on the edge of the bed. It creaks desperately beneath his weight. His mouth is hanging open and his face is quickly suffusing with a hot, red flush as he stares at Inko coming into the bedroom.

“Missus… Missus Midoriya,” he says in a weak, trembling voice; not at all like his usually booming, confident demeanor. He is wringing his hands in his lap, eyes roaming her up and down. She’s such a short person; so soft and rounded around the edges.

The lingerie she has put on for him – an emerald green like her eyes – is slightly digging into her plump curves; the fat on her hips and her shoulders; biting in the most tantalizing way into the chub around her ribs.

She’s wearing a garter belt that is clipped into her stockings and is digging into her belly in the most distracting of ways. He shifts his hands, rubbing them along his thighs as he’s suddenly sweating, then goes back to wringing them in front of his stomach.

Inko has been looking a little apprehensive, a splotchy flush creeping into her cheeks, but now she relaxes suddenly and starts giggling, waving her hand in his direction dismissively.

“Oh, don’t call me that! You make me sound like a naughty school teacher…” she trails off, her eyes going a little glassy and distant. “Oh…” she says softly. Toshinori has stopped breathing, heat crawling through his body and settling low in his stomach. When she fixes him with another look, he feels pinned to his spot; like this little soft woman could do just about anything to him right now.

“Actually…” she says, somehow managing to sound both shy and devious as she makes her way over to him. Her body is in motion and he doesn’t know where to look first; at the soft jiggle of her thighs or the bounce of her warm, round tits in her bra. He squirms on his perch on the bed, breath coming in short little bursts. Inko steps in front of him and crooks one chubby little finger into the front of his collar, tugging on it without meaning to move him. He still follows forward like the most obedient puppy, staring at her with bated breath. “Actually… why don’t you keep that up? It sounds… It sounds fun.”

Toshinori wheezes out a breath. He feels half his size when this woman is in the room with him. It is probably best that nobody knows who Inko Midoriya is – and that she is AllMight’s biggest weakness.

.o.

She has him on his back and is straddling his hips. As always he can barely even look at the sight of her next to him. He can see the strain in her hamstrings because she has to spread her knees so far. Inko doesn’t seem to mind, though. Her chin is nearly on her chest as she stares down her body, her brows furrowed as she focuses on slowly dragging her pussy along his cock.

She’s still wearing her lingerie panties but their fabric is so deliciously thin, it has already molded itself to the plump lips of her cunt with how wet she’s gotten for him. Toshinori can feel the moisture she leaves behind as she drags it against his cock and it is driving him insane.

“Missus Midoriya,” he whispers, voice low and wrecked. It’s pretty much the only thing he can get out. He’s too shy for any roleplay, but Inko is so nice to him. Always praising. Cooing. Telling him how much she adores him. Him and his big cock that is lying hot and heavy against his abdominal muscles and flexes on every downward drag of her cunt against his shaft.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” Inko whispers. The flush is back full force; right up to her ears. Her nipples look big and dark through her bra, the tips swollen and pressing into the fabric. Toshinori wants to feel their weight in his palms but he doesn’t dare touch her. Not without her guiding his hands as always. She’s just so much softer than he. So much smaller. It would be horribly easy to hurt her.

He doesn’t want that.

Inko doesn’t seem to mind his lack of participation right now. She is focused on his cock and how it jumps up pathetically eager once she lifts herself up enough to let it do so.

She reaches between her legs and hooks two of her soft little fingers into the side of her panties, pulling the gusset to the side and revealing herself to him. Strings of her slick still stick to the fabric and now stretch between it and her swollen labia. Her dark green curls are damp and plastered to the apex of her pussy, trying but unable to hide her swollen clit.

Toshinori’s mouth waters, his heart thundering in his chest. He wants to get his mouth on her pussy; it’s so plump and juicy. He could suck on it like on an overripe peach. He knows she’d be just as sweet, just as tangy against his tongue… and so much more rewarding to taste – but he’s too shy to actually open his mouth and ask and Inko isn’t currently paying attention to his facial expressions.

She’s focused solely on his cock; that massive dick that always looks so ludicrously huge compared to her. AllMight is a big guy, after all – and Inko is a short lady. He feels downright ashamed seeing it and as she lifts herself and lets his cock lift up enough to drag against her flushed dark labia, letting it catch against the tender opening of her pussy, he feels the need to apologize to her.

‘I am so sorry, Inko my dear. If I had known, I would have opted to have a smaller cock. Somehow. I am so sorry. You shouldn’t need to burden yourself with-’

His imaginary apologies – wholly ridiculous, wholly sprung from his brain cooking in its own juices – cut off when Inko starts to carefully sit on him.

It’s slow. She’s careful. She’s sucked her lips into her mouth and is biting down on them, brows furrowed in concentration. No matter how often they become intimate, she always has to focus so much in the beginning; her soft belly quivering with the exertion, brows furrowing as she focuses on the intense stretch; on rocking her hips, pulling occasionally back and letting her warm, delicious slick slide further out of her and coat his crown for a better slide…

Toshinori’s huge hands are finally on her. They carefully slide up Inko’s stockings, feeling his calluses catch on the fine fabric despite how light his touch is, and grasps her thighs. They are meaty in his grip and yet his hands are so ridiculously large that they dwarf them.

“Sorry,” he whispers, punched out and with a small voice as she suddenly slides down to half his cock and takes both their breath away. Her eyes are big and so soft and gentle… but there is something wild in them as she looks up his body and settles on his face.

She doesn’t look like she’s heard him but that is okay. He doesn’t need her holding his head to her large, soft breasts and assuring him like a little child – even though he enjoys that as well. Very much.

Inko’s mouth opens, her lips red from biting on them. She circles her hips and Toshinori can watch as her eyes roll with that, head falling back, hands coming down to brace herself on the hard planes of his stomach.

He’s hard everywhere. And she is so, so soft. So incredibly, almost unbearably soft. Inside and outside. He touches her with the slightest touches and still she will bruise, wearing his marks for days until he can come back and renew them.

Her pussy is molten rock. It molds around him, squeezing and liquid in its heat. She holds him like he’s precious cargo and it never fails to make his chest ache in the best way.

“So big,” she whispers. Like she still has trouble wrapping her head around him filling her. He doesn’t blame her one bit; he really looks so grotesque inside her swollen little peach. He stares at the point where they are connected and his cock flexes. Inko makes a sound like a choked-off wail.

Her fingers flex. She digs her nails into him, but they are too short to do any damage. She’s so pretty like this. Dressed up only for him. Taking her time to make her body relax for his horribly big cock until she sits flush on his hips and her belly looks bigger; heavy with cock.

Toshinori’s eyes suddenly brim with tears and he dashes at them with the heels of his hands. When he blinks them back open, he sees that Inko is looking at him with such a soft look on her flushed face. She leans forward slowly, her hands sliding up until they are on his massive pectorals which she pets as if her insides weren’t shivering and squeezing down on him and getting about five degrees hotter just by him sitting inside her and spreading her open so impossibly wide.

“You look so cute when you cry,” she tells him in a soft voice and Toshinori’s lips tremble before those tears really start to roll down. He snaps into a sitting position, arms curling around her and crushing his little Inko against his front.

His heart feels like it is going to burst with affection for her and how kind she is to him. Taking charge. Letting him know where his place is: underneath her.

Bringing her pleasure.

“Thank you,” he sobs. After a second of surprised hesitation, he feels her arms around him as far as they can reach, petting his ribs as she laughs into his pecs and says: “Oh, you’re such a big goof. Go on… lie back again so I can get off.”

How could he say no?