Patreon Compilation – Fic#338 – Fuyumi/AllMight – revenge sex (kind of); bad girl Fuyumi; (mild) impregnation kink – Tasting Freedom

Fuyumi/AllMight – Fuyumi is usually a good girl. But when she senses an opportunity to finally put her toes out of line and really anger her father (even though he might never know it) she really jumps on the opportunity.

(Reminder that Fuyumi is a grown ass woman in canon and in this fic. No roleplay happening.)

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“Please,” Fuyumi whispers, her fingers shaking as she begins to unbutton her blouse. She only has to play up her nerves a little bit. Her heart is thumping fast, eyes stuck on a gobsmacked looking AllMight. “Please, please, please,” she begs, voice all high-pitched and breathy as she slides the blouse off her shoulders and hooks her thumbs into her skirt. She pulls it down before he can regain his composure and maybe figure out that he could tell her ‘no’.

“I’ll be a good girl,” she promises. “I won’t tell anybody. My coworkers don’t even know that Endeavor is my father. I can be so so good. Please?”

For a second she thinks that mentioning her father might have been the wrong move entirely since AllMight twitches and leans back, that ever present, huge smile becoming strained. She takes a step forward, breath hitching. She needs him to know how desperately she needs this.

Not only this but him. How desperately and uniquely it has to be him that spreads her open on his big, meaty cock and makes her bounce on it until she feels like it’s going to slide up her throat and choke her.

How intrinsically, specifically it has to be him.

One of her hands slides up to cup her breast, the other going between her thighs, fingertips sliding along the seam of her pussy. She can feel how she’s already wetting through the fabric of her panties just from the thought of it being him.

But she does not have to convince him. Maybe he’s just as much of a freak as she is because he reaches out for her and wraps his huge hands around her waist, squeezing appreciatively and feeling the plumpness of her fat cushions bulging slightly between his fingers.

Maybe the thought of fucking his biggest rival’s daughter is getting him off just as much as the thought of fucking him is doing it for her.

She tries to imagine her father behind some kind of screen; watching her like a witness would a criminal at a police station. Seeing how she lets AllMight gently peel down her panties before nuzzling his big face between her tits.

It’s not the thought of him seeing her that is getting her so desperately wet, sticky strands of it already clinging to the insides of her thighs. It’s the thought of him seeing her with AllMight that sets her off and makes her moan pathetically high-pitched and needy once he slides just a single thick finger between her labia and drags it through her slippery gash.

He looks up at her in surprise, sky blue flashing in the deep set shadows of his eyes. His grin is still there but it is definitely looser now. More relaxed. He shushes her and urges her to sit down on his massive lap. She has to spread her legs so wide for that, her pussy opening up for the cool air of the room.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises her in a low voice because maybe he’s thinking her desperation stems from uncertainty. That he might get her hot and bothered and then chicken out at the last second.

Of course he wouldn’t think that she’s a FREAK that gets off on the thought of fucking her daddy’s biggest rival. Of letting him stick his big, delicious cock into her and fuck her into a delirious mess.

She nods even so; quick and happy, biting her lips and throwing him a trembling smile.

“Please,” she whispers.

AllMight nods, though it seems like he is more so doing it to himself. Like he needs to bolster his own resolve or something. He reaches up for her glasses but then seems to think better of it. The guys always want to fuck her with her glasses on. Fuyumi wonders if he wants to come on them, too. If he wants to pull out at the last second and strip his fat cock with his fist so he can pump out rope after rope of cum.

Let it splash on her face and smear it on her glasses. Marking her as his territory. Maybe father will be able to smell it on her…

She’s gushing. Fuyumi is pretty sure she is. She does not need any preparation; does not need his fingers nervously fumbling her cunt and oh-so-gently sliding up into her clenching channel.

But she lets him do it anyway because she is a good girl. She sighs and whimpers and rolls her hips while AllMight stutters about how goddamn hot and wet she is for him. How she feels like silk as her body tries its best to suck him in deeper.

Fuyumi rolls her hips, riding his fingers and gripping a hold of his hair as she does it. She’s a good girl. Usually. She does not put her toes out of line. Usually.

But her father has been insufferable as of late and there’s a great big batch of resentment festering in her chest from years of mistreatment. She usually likes to pretend that it isn’t there and that she can somehow make them just a normal family by being friendly and sweet and making sure her father gets fed regularly and well…

Something about this opportunity has unlocked that door she usually keeps neatly closed.

Seeing AllMight and realizing she can just do this. Just open her legs and let him fuck her senseless. Her father doesn’t have to know. He probably won’t ever find out. But she will know.

She’ll know that she let his biggest rival fuck her until her legs got wobbly and her insides were bruised from his massive cock.

The massive cock that he is currently, finally, finally fitting inside of her.

Fuyumi isn’t exactly sure about the logistics of it. Theoretically she knows them, okay? But it’s just… she can’t wrap her head around how he fits. She feels full to bursting, her mouth hanging open and her arms curling around his head.

She must be holding on with a death grip because his chuckle sounds a little strained as he holds on to her hips and squeezes them gently.

“It’s going to be alright!” he assures her. Or her tits. She’s not that sure. Her mouth is hanging open and her glasses have fogged up at some point. She’s blind and completely focused on the feeling of her cunt stretched on AllMight’s dick and her perfect he feels inside her.

She’s half convinced that she can feel every single fat vein pulsing in his shaft. Her cunt is clutching him in the same death grips her arms are using around his throat. He lifts her by the grip he has on her hips and Fuyumi squeaks. Somehow she hadn’t thought he’d be this strong. Which is stupid.

He’s goddamn AllMight.

He keeps shushing her as he bounces her on his dick. Slow and methodical. Allowing her body to relax into the massive intrusion. His cock is pressing into each and every nerve ending in her pussy at once. Her eyes roll into her skull and her nails leave grooves in his skin.

She comes once, twice, thrice before his own voice starts to get strained, his breath coming in hot puffs against her shoulders. Fuyumi’s whole body feels hot and liquid and so lax that she is sure she should actually be sliding down into a puddle altogether. Everything is wet and sticky with her juices.

Almost like she’s pissed herself at some point, which might not be too far off the mark because she’s lost autonomy of her own body about the moment that he fit the massive glans of his cock inside her poor pussy.

Only when he starts bucking up into her, knocking against her cervix and making her see stars does a single remaining brain cell start wondering what would happen if he got her pregnant. She’s sure AllMight’s seed is as powerful as the man himself. There’s actually… there’s no way it won’t take, right? Heat swamps her as she is absolutely certain that she can feel the individual splashes of magnificent AllMight cum hitting the insides of her struggling cunt.

And that thought alone. Of getting impregnated this very second. Of spending nine months waddling around just to deliver a baby that looks painfully like the strongest hero in the world. Of seeing her father’s face fall when he puts two and two together…

That alone is enough to make her come a fourth time, shaking apart in AllMight’s arms, a huge grin spread on her face.

Fuyumi is a good girl.

Just not this time.

AllMight gentles her through it all. He calls her sweet and good and perfect and kisses her jaw and her neck but never her mouth. Like he thinks she’s too good for that or something. He’s just so nice.

Fuyumi is simply coasting. Her hand slides down and settles on her abdomen. She can still feel his cock flexing inside her. She just knows that soon she will feel something else moving in there as well.

And it gives her a fiendish sort of satisfaction.