Sunshine Boy: I wanna be your Daddy

Rating: Explicit 

Pairing: Kirishima/Deku 

Tags: crossdressing, dubcon, daddy kink 

Summary: Kirishima usually isn't one to push but when he stumbles across Deku in a frilly skirt, he doesn't hesitate to use his charms to get that skirt flipped up and his cock buried deep inside of Deku's plump ass 

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He really was trying his best to keep himself under control here. Last thing he wanted to do was freak Deku out, especially when he had only just barely convinced him to let him do this but…damn…goddamn…Kirishima dragged his tongue along his lower lip. He leaned forward to press his scalding hot face into the messy fluffy of sweat drenched air at the base of Deku’s neck. He pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to his warm, smooth skin, the corners of his lips curling up into a pleased smirk when Deku shivered and gasped underneath him. In what was probably an unconscious movement, Deku pushed his butt back against his crotch, wiggling it slightly. His cock slipped between the plush cheeks, becoming almost encased in the soft flesh. An electric bolt of heat radiated up his spine, coyly curling and wrapping around his nerves. Kirishima sucked in a sharp breath.

He nipped playfully at the side of Deku’s throat, leaving a bright red mark that wouldn’t fade anytime soon. Deku moaned, his smaller, muscular body trembling violently. Scarred hands pressed to the wall. Harsh pants tumbled from Deku’s parted lips. A brilliantly red flush, almost as scarlet as Kirishima’s hair, spread out across his freckled shoulders, neck and ears. Kirishima dragged his tongue along the shell of his pink ear, nibbling happily on the shell. So cute…so freaking cute-! Deku had already been exceptionally cute but now…Kirishima’s hazy gaze traveled down to roam over Deku’s body. The loose blouse that Deku had been forced into wearing had slipped down to reveal everything from his pecs up. Bunched around his waist was a simple blue skirt, like the ones the girls wore from the uniform.

Deku hadn’t said who had made dress up like this. All he had mumbled as Kirishima was hungrily fucking him with his eyes was that he’d lost a bet. While he did have to admit he was curious as to how and why Deku had ended up in a bizarre situation like that, it didn’t really matter at all right now. That was a question for another day…if he even remembered to ask and didn’t get overwhelmed with the same gnawing need that was tearing away at his self-control right now. Swallowing hard against the dryness in his throat, Kirishima sucked in a deep breath through his nose, filling his lungs with Deku’s surprisingly sweet scent. Curling his hands even more tightly around the slope of his waist, digging his blunt fingernails into his scarred, sweaty skin, Kirishima hungrily grinded the tip of his cock against Deku’s drenched hole.

Deku let out a startled yelp. One of his hands flew around to grasp blindly at Kirishima’s arm – not quite pulling him away but applying enough pressure to stop him. Twisting around to look up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, he gasped, “Is…is this really a-alright? This…this feels kind of w-weird, Kirishima…kun…”

Flashing a brilliant smile, Kirishima leaned in closer to nuzzle Deku’s cheek. Ah well, he had expected a little more resistance – considering he had brought this up out of nowhere – but he wasn’t worried. Deku just need a little more convincing. Pressing even more firmly to Deku’s hole, pushing back against the vehement desire to start blindly thrusting into that waiting heat, Kirishima cooed, “What’s weird about it? We’re not doing anything wrong, right?”

“N-No but-MMMPHHH!!” Deku shuddered, gasping loudly as Kirishima reached down to wrap his hot, calloused hand around his small, plump length. Precum dribbled from the slit in a constant stream that instantly drenched his fingers. His length twitched eagerly in his hold. Biting back a pleased smile, Kirishima began to slowly stroke him off, sliding his hand up and down the thick shaft, pausing at the top to rub his palm against the senisitive tip. Moaning raggedly, tears clinging to his dark lashes, Deku weakly shook his head, whimpering, “N-No, wai…wait…”

“I can’t…” Kirishima whispered, dragging his tongue underneath Deku’s ear to gather up a stray tear. It was the truth…he was reaching the end of his rope. Fuck…god…out of all the guys in class, he never would’ve expected Deku to be so goddamn sexy! It wasn’t even about the clothes anymore. That had just been the beginning spark that lead to this amazing discovery. Curling an arm around Deku’s violently trembling frame, Kirishima squeezed him tightly to his heaving chest. There was no way he could be gentle right now. Inside…he wanted to be inside already! Lapping up another one of Deku’s tears, Kirishima rasped, lovingly rubbing the pad of his thumb against Deku’s frenum, “It’s okay, isn’t it, Midoriya? I want you so bad right now…I can’t think straight…So it’s okay, right?”

“B-But…” Deku mumbled hesitantly, jerkily rolling his hips to thrust his cock through the tight ring of Kirishima’s fingers.

“It’s alright.” Kirishima said reassuringly, lovingly nipping at Deku’s earlobe. He got the feeling that, if he let it, this conversation was going to keep going around in circles. Deku wanted him; he knew he did…he just needed to show him. Best way to do that was with his body, right? Dragging the tips of his fingers along Deku’s twitching length, Kirishima breathed huskily, “Daddy will make you feel really good.”

“Da…DaddEEEEEEE????!!!”

It took a lot less force than he had been anticipating to shove his cock in all the way to the hilt. With so much veral resistance, he thought that it would be the same for Deku’s hole but it was the exact opposite. This incredibly soft, incredible hole spread open easily, eagerly sucking him in deep. His balls smacked against the plump curves of Deku’s butt. Deku’s hips banged against the wall, smooshing his cock to the smooth tile. A harsh shudder shook his smaller frame. He threw his head back, pressing it to Kirishima’s shoulder. Incredible, blistering heat clamped down around him, squeezing with a pressure that nearly made him cum right away. Thunderous pleasure boiled inside the base of his crotch, sailing throughout the rest of his body in dense waves. Blood roared in his ears. Sweat rolled down his face, dripping off the line of his jaw to plop onto Deku’s back. Fuck…oh fuck…Kirishima smoothed the hand that wasn’t teasing Deku’s plump cock up along the line of his belly and chest to curl his calloused fingers around his drool drenched jaw.

“See? Feels good, huh?” Kirishima cooed, turning Deku’s head around so he could see his beautifully sloppy, dazed expression. An immense throb of heat tore out from the pit of his belly, sending him careening closer to cumming before they had even started. Fuck…fuck! Cute…he was so cute-! This gorgeous face…flushed a brilliant shade of red, stained with tears, snot and saliva, eyes glazed over with pleasure and lust…he couldn’t get enough. More…more…he wanted to make him cry even more-! He wanted to make him sob from pleasure-!

“Wa…Wait…pleas…please…Ki…Kirish…ima…kun…!” Deku gasped.

Giggling drunkenly, Kirishima leaned forward to lightly nip at Deku’s plush lower lip, “Wait? You really want me to wait? Come on, Midoriya,” he rolled his hips to grind his length against Deku’s spasming insides, earning himself a high pitched squeal, “be honest with your Daddy. You want my fat cock…you wanna be fucked by your Daddy.”

“I-! I-!”

Still not convinced, huh? Ah well, it wouldn’t take much more to make Deku see what was obvious. Panting raggedly, a dizzy smile spread across his flushed face, Kirishima dropped one arm to Deku’s waist, holding him securely in place. Couldn’t have him trying to wiggle away. Sucking a deep breath into his lungs, Kirishima lunged forward to chomp down on the side of Deku’s throat, digging his teeth into his sweaty skin. At the same time, he began to rapidly buck his hips, repeatedly driving his cock deep into the welcoming heat of Deku’s hole. Good…good, good, good-! Fuck-! It felt so incredibly, unbelievably good-! This hole…fuck…he was already addicted – only a few thrusts, and he already couldn’t imagine giving this beautiful body, this amazing hole to anyone else!

Squealing shrilly, tongue hanging out of his gasping mouth, Deku choked out some random burst of syllables that vaguely sounded like protests. Grinning widely, unable to tear his gaze away from the gorgeous mess of Deku’s expression, Kirishima reared one hand back and brought it sailing down onto the plumpest curve of his backside. The loud SMACK of his calloused hand colliding with Deku’s skin echoed throughout the locker room. A loud wail rippled out of Deku’s throat. He shoved his butt back against him, urging his dick even deeper inside. Deku’s hole clamped down tighter around him, squeezing him with so much force, it felt like the cum was being milked out of him. Kirishima groaned loudly. He dragged his tongue across the bite mark left in Deku’s scarred, freckled skin. Maybe later on…he’d leave a brand new scar…something that wouldn’t fade, no matter how much time passed…

“Sl-Slow…down-!” Deku gasped weakly, “Ki…Kirsssiii….maa!! Slow…too much…! Can’t-! Gonna…gonna-!”

“You gonna cum?” Kirishima gleefully rasped, blatantly ignoring Deku’s pleas. Even if he wanted too, there was no way he could slow down now. Every nerve inside his body was screaming for more, desperately aching to feel even more of him. He didn’t want this to end just yet but he…he was reaching the end of his endurance. Raging, blistering pleasure pressed at the back of his balls. It wasn’t going to stand-by for much longer, not with Deku’s sweet voice and tight ass doing everything in their power to drive him fucking insane.

Shifting the positioning of his hips slightly, he slammed the head of his cock against the curve of Deku’s insides, relishing in the howl he pulled from those swollen, drool soaked lips. Pushing in to capture Deku’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, he murmured, “Me too…we’ll cum together, okay, Midoriya? Together! Together, okay?”

“B…but…Kiri…Kirishima…kun-!”

“Please?” Kirishima offered what he hoped was a vibrant, dazzling grin. Judging by the way Deku’s breath audibly caught, he got the feeling that he managed to pull it off, “I wanna…I wanna cum together with you, Midoriya. I wanna make you feel good…I wanna make you cum-! So please,” he curled his fingers tighter around Deku’s twitching cock, earning himself a strangled gasp, “cum…cum for me!”

To his surprise, that worked like a charm. He wasn’t sure what pushed him over the edge but as soon as those husky words left his mouth, every muscle in Deku’s body seemed to tense up. Mouth hanging open, his eyes rolled back in his head, Deku let out a wailing scream. His hole somehow managed to become even tighter, nearly crushing Kirishima’s cock as it brought his thrusts to screeching halt, keeping him locked deep inside. Thick ropes of white poured out of Deku’s plump length, coating the wall and Kirishima’s fingers. Choking out a strangled groan, Kirishima rocked and pumped his hips, shivering as an erratic wave of pleasure broke out from somewhere deep in his belly, plummeting through his veins in a wildfire. Cumming inside Deku…fuck, he had already been addicted but this just cemented it. There was never going to be another ass as good as this one. Deku…well, he was the only one for him.

Sighing contentedly, Kirishima remained inside of Deku long after the last drop of cum had been squeezed from his cock by those spasming walls. Panting shallowly, his expression dazed and dreamy, Deku sagged underneath his weight, only held upright by Kirishima’s arms wrapped tight around him. There was jizz all over the front of his rumpled skirt and blouse. Even more of it was leaking out of his hole, seeping past Kirishima’s still rock hard cock to dribble down his trembling thighs. Tsk tsk, he would’ve to train him to keep all of his yummy seed inside. Couldn’t be wasting it like that. Though, that could be saved for next time. Right now…there was something else on his mind.

“See?” Kirishima cooed into his ear, pushing sweaty hair away from his forehead, “Told you that Daddy would make him feel good.”

“Y-Yeah…”

Placing a sloppy kiss to the side of Deku’s neck, Kirishima rasped, “How about a round two?”

Deku’s eyes widened, “R…right now…? B…but…”

“Yeah,” Kirishima smiled mischievously, “It’s okay, isn’t it?”

Audibly swallowing, Deku stared at him for a moment then nodded, the color in his face deepening to a darker shade of red, “Ye…yeah…it’s okay…D…Daddy…”