Piramidu

You keep a hand clasped over your mouth, trying your best not to let your moans and whimpers get too loud. Between his fingers abusing your swollen clit and his cock drilling against your tender sweet spot, it is impossible not to let a few sounds out. Every thrust of his cock rougher than the last, he makes sure you feel the piercings that line his dick, grinding the metal bars against your already weeping cunny.

“D-Dabi~” You whine into the bedsheets, his hand holding your face against the bed while he rocks his hips in sync with your body bouncing off of his cock, “I-It’s too much, you’re splitting my cunny in half-” You are silenced by a rough spank to your thigh followed by a pinch to your palpating clit.

“Yeah, well it wasn’t too much for you to be a little slut, right?” He spanks you again, “Hanging all over that bastard, have you forgotten who you belong to?” You shake your head as another wail falls from your already swollen lips, drool staining the sheets below your head. Your toes curl when his fingers, once again, begin to rub your clit. 

Dabi can feel you are teetering along the edge of your orgasm, the way your spongy walls flutter and clench every thrust. Your thighs spasm and it is increasingly becoming difficult to keep yourself together, which is exactly what Dabi had planned. Your body slowly unravels, to the point you can hardly hold yourself up and mumbled nonsense is spilling from your tongue. Vulgar words like too big or I’m gonna make a mess fill the room.

“Dabi!” You squeal whilst clawing at the sheets, seeking some sort of leverage before you go tumbling over the edge, “I love you, I love your cock- ah~!” Your squeals and babbled nonsense are like music to his ears, even more so your dumb confession about loving me and his dick.

You were more than thrilled to see your old mentor, it has been a while since you two found the time to meet up due to your agency having a few technical issues. Nonetheless, you managed to spare the time to attend tonight’s party. Your figure clad in a formal gown that you believed accentuated your figure nicely.

Keigo had spotted you before you even found him, which is exactly what you started to do the moment you stepped through the doors. You couldn't care less about the greetings from others, the several congratulations on your successful debut, all you want is to see your friend!

Though it seems no one catches that memo, especially the peculiar pro who swoops in to ogle over you. Strange comments like "Your hero costume is both stylish and practical...” and “How old are you again? Wow, you must work really hard!” Things that are strange for someone you’ve never met to say or ask. Then he begins to touch your arm, your waist, trying to coax you closer and get you to dance. Unfortunately, you are just as oblivious as Hawks can remember... you only smile and look around, completely unaware that this man is trying to snatch you.

Keigo knows you can handle yourself, but the jealousy bubbling inside of him has his legs moving. He doesn’t even notice the pretty intern who was about to ask him to dance. Not that he would accept, no one cares to his pretty little dove! So seeing that filthy bastard putting his hands on you, trying to keep you from him... 

At the sound of footsteps you turn to meet the hazelnut gaze of the man you had been looking for, “Keigo!” You squeal, tearing yourself from the hands of the hero you had never met before. Keigo does not even have to grab you, you’re naturally choosing him over anyone and waste no time in burying yourself into his arms with a grin. You smell just like he remembers, fruity and sweet, and your hands are still warm whenever you tuck his loose hairs out of the way.

“Let’s go,” He murmurs, sending the man who had been trying to steal you a death glare, “I missed you, lil dove... we have to make up for lost time.”

You expected him to take you to the buffet to get something to eat before finding a table to sit at, but instead he pulls you through the crowd, ignoring any calls of his name or the women trying to divert his attention. He takes you straight out of the lobby and down a dark hall to what looks to be a spare room that held tonight’s tables, chairs, and decorations. You cling to his arm, watching him flip the lights on, “Why are we here?” 

Keigo locks the door behind you both before taking you by the hips, “You look pretty tonight,” He hums whilst backing you up towards one of the spare tables, helping you to set on top of it, “I missed you, pretty dove...you need to visit me more often.” Keigo’s soft hands feel up your thighs, you don’t even realize his intentions. After all, Keigo would do this all the time when you were his intern! Letting you sit on his desk, holding your thigh while he worked or kneading the plush skin beneath his palms. It’s nothing weird, right?

He leans in and pecks your cheek, “Can’t stand how everyone stares at you,” He presses another kiss to your neck, grinning at how you shiver on the ticklish touch, “No one bothered you... right?” You squeak when your dress is being pulled up, though you make no effort to stop him from moving between your legs and revealing the thing fabric of your panties beneath the skirt of your dress.

“N-No... no one really-” Your thighs twitched when he ground his hips against your core, “K-Keigo...?” He doesn’t say anything, opting to tilting your head to the side and suckling a hickey onto your neck, “Nngh, Keigo~ I-I don’t... feels funny...”

“Yeah? Feels weird? Show me, baby... let me see.” You guide his hand between your thighs and he makes sure not to keep you waiting, his nimble fingers pinching your lil cunny through your panties, happily listening to your pretty whines and feeling your body buck to meet his feather-like touches, “So cute... if I’d known you’d look so pretty tonight, I would’ve escorted you here.”

His words are like honey, but you cannot miss his bright pink cheeks while he clumsily rubs you through your panties, or whenever he kisses your cheek... as if scared to press his lips to yours, “You can... you can still do that,” Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you stand up so that you can properly hold him, “We can still go out there and... and you can be my date tonight.”

Your shy confession has his heart doing flips and fireworks shooting in his head, he always knew you had a little crush on him. It was hard not to notice. You were such a clingy lil thing, always running to him whenever another hero tried to talk to you, or hiding behind him during meetings. Others would make comments on how he was too soft with you and that you’d grow to be a naive and weak hero, but Keigo knew how to get through to you.

“Does that mean,” He cups your cheek and tilts your head so his lips brush against yours, “I can do this?” He kisses your lips, “And this...?” His hands grab your hips and pull you close, “Or this?” His hand once again sneaks beneath your dress and caresses between your legs, loving how you shake and whine for him to stop teasing.

“Y-Yes...”

“I-I don’t know, Tai...” You look down at the expensive lingerie you were currently trying on for your boyfriend, the woman helping to dress you babbling on about how stunning you look in it, how the price is an absolute bargain, or that you won’t ever find a piece like this anywhere else.

You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror briefly, you do feel really pretty in this... not to mention sexy, you’ve never owned something so scandalous. The top so sheer you have to cup your breasts to hide your nipples, or the thin and small panties that barely fit your puffy cunny and perfect ass. You can see Taishirou staring at you with that mischievous grin of his, you feel guilty for letting him spoil like this.

Yet, before you both made things official you had no clue he was a famous pro-hero... you should have known, he did look familiar to that hero you saw on TV. Though when he revealed his actual career, you were nonetheless shocked, but not at all surprised. How else could he afford the things he owns? The things he gives you?

“How about I give you both a moment? I’ll the other pieces with you if you’d like to try a few on yourself, just call me if you need assistance!” The woman steps out of the private fitting room, not before leaving the other lingerie sets you and Tai had picked out together, as well as a few she suggested that she thought would accentuate your body type.

The moment the door clicks, you look to Tai who is already beckoning you to come by him. You oblige, crawling into his lap and allowing your large boyfriend to wrap his hands around you, “What’s wrong?” He asks, tracing the designs of lace and embroidery that barely covers your soft skin, “You know I buy these things for you because I love you, right? You shouldn’t feel bad...”

“I know, but you’re always buying me things and I just feel like I never get you anything in return.” He smiles at how thoughtful you are, ever since he encouraged you to get out of that silly job of yours and to let him take care of you, you’ve been insecure. He would rather you feel comfortable and not be harassed by the perverts who infest those maid cafes. He truly does not mind letting you live luxuriously and comfortably without having to so much as lift a finger on your behalf.