1) making tamaki cum in his pants just from making out. that’s it that’s the whole post
2) first time w tamaki and he is drunk on how good it feels. he’s fucking you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do while trying to kiss you but he’s breathing so heavy he just drools into your mouth. when this man goes down on you good luck trying to get him to come up for air <3
You’ve out done yourself today.
Minors DNI
Warnings: overstimulation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, cream pie eating
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“Tama,” you mewl, crawling into his lap to straddle him as your lips finally part, allowing you to pull in a breath before your swollen lips meet his once more.
He gasps and groans quietly, hands finding your hips and holding them fast when you begin rolling them on top of his.
“Does that feel good?” You smile against his parted lips as a moan passes between them. “Mm, you’re so fucking hard, baby.” You wrap your arms around his neck, grinding your hips down harder.
“Mm—baby,” he sighs, shuddering before he lays you down on the couch, climbing over you to capture your lips, fast and fierce.
One hand fists into your hair, the other pinning your hip down while he kisses you passionately, pulling the breath from your lungs with each brush of his lips on yours.
The repeated tugs on your hair are enough to elicit moan after moan from you, which only grow louder as his other hand roams your body, finding your breasts to massage it beneath his large hand.
“Tama,” you whine, desperate for him to tear your clothes away and claim you with the massive cock that’s grinding away at your thigh. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”
You inhale a deep breath, moaning unapologetically as he lays another searing kiss to your lips.
“Oh f-fuck—,” he grunts, his body stuttering, hand winding tighter into your hair as a choked groan leaves his throat.
He pauses, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as he clambers off of you, leaving you confused as you sit up.
“I-I’m so sorry. I, uh—I kind of..” he subtly nods to the wet spot on his jeans and you smile, crawling towards him and pressing on his chest to lay him back on the couch.
“You’re that worked up for me?” You run your hands up his thighs, chewing on your bottom lip as you unfasten his jeans. “‘S‘only fair I help you clean up this mess then, right?”
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You’re flat on your back, fingers desperately clinging to the damp sheets beneath them as you struggle to pull in a decent breath.
Your face is flushed pink and coated in a sheen of sweat, but it’s nothing compared to what Tamaki looks like. Bright red cheeks and a drenched brow hover above you while sinful squelching noises fill your ears.
His feral grunts intermingle with the lewd sounds, drowning out your cries of pleasure. You aren’t even entirely sure you’re making noise anymore. You’re not sure of anything at all except Tamaki.
Tamaki, Tamaki, Tamaki.
You realize you’re chanting his name, eyes locked with his while he’s brutally assaulting your soaking pussy with his fat cock. His balls slap against and stick to your ass each time he throws his hips forward to sink his entire length inside your cunt.
“Fuck,” he rasps, letting out a strangled groan as he hunches over, leaning in to kiss you, but his mouth opens wider, his jaw going slack when he slams his hips into yours one more time and spills his seed inside of you.
You whine once you feel him slip out, instantly missing the way his cock stretched you out and filled you up, but he doesn’t leave you hanging for long, because his mouth is on you straight away.
He’s spreading your legs wide, diving between them to deliberately lap up the mess between your folds, scooping out the concoction of his cum and your juices and putting it on display for you before he swallows and dives back in.
His nose brushes against your clit, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs while he noisily slurps, sucks, and strokes every sensitive piece of you until your hips are thrashing off the bed and he has to pin you down harder, never wanting to release you from his delicious torture until you’re a sobbing mess, cheeks as slick with tears and his chin is with your cum.
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tamaki is quite dominant in bed, a far cry from his regular personality. behind closed doors, he's anything but shy and timid. tamaki away from the public eye will make you squirm, shiver, and scream his name until it's the only word in your lexicon, and he'll enjoy every second of it.
tamaki either treats you like you're his delicate flower, or a hole. no in between. it all depends on the vibe, and what you want. he's very in tune to your own pleasure, deep down there's nothing that he values more than you, no matter when.
tamaki likes recording you while you suck him off. the video would never, ever, EVER go anywhere but his gallery, and would never be seen by anyone's eyes but him. he just really loves it, when he's lying on the bed, purple mood light illuminating the scene as you playfully suck on his tip, his groans acting as the perfect background noise to the video.
tamaki's dirty talk is sin. that deep, hushed voice produces some of the filthiest words you could ever imagine. babbling on and on into your ear about how he's gonna fuck you dumb, how you're his sweet little cumslut and that he loves you. he could say anything and it'd melt you, his honey-smooth voice in itself is intoxicating.
tamaki's favorite thing to do after a bad day is just get between your thighs 'n eat you out until you're pretty much crushing his head between them. he could drink you up forever, if you'd let him. he loves to hear your soft moans of his name, feel your hands roughly tug his hair as he laps at your slick.
soft boyfriend KIRISHIMAAAAAAAAAA YAAAAS just DO IT! you KNow you cAn! DO IT! just DO IT!
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU ! boyfriend headcannons
this turned into a trend
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goodiebag warnings: slight misogyny ig, manliness
EARLY STAGES OF THE RELATIONSHIP
He was an overenthusiastic klutz on all your first encounters.
Not so much out of nerves... but rather because he was so jacked up with wholehearted eagerness, to the point he acted like a complete clumsy fool every time he was around you.
But it wasn't as though he was awkward and flustered.
He was more... uhm... kind of overbearing and INTENSE.
Just very obviously interested in you.
Which was sweet in its own way...
Where most guys try acting cool, Kirishima fell flat on his face only to jump right back up again.
He'd squeeze your hand too hard, ask way too many intimate questions, talking like he'd never spoken to another person before.
He was like a dog, a BIG dog, whipping his tail about and knocking things over.
You couldn't help but smile and laugh at his big goofy grin.
Being both amused and flattered.
After the two of you became a couple you asked him what made him fall in love with you and he instantly said that it was your smile.
Before face-palming himself and saying it was nothing as superficial as that.
"It was your laugh. No! Your- uhm- your..."
You just giggled at him where his face had gone from wistfully thinking about the time the two of you first met to stressing out that he'd completely fucked everything up because he couldn't name a single thing that wasn't along the lines of "you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen".
And it's the truth.
He's absolutely smitten with everything that you are.
And completely mesmerised by how soft your skin is.
Where his is rough and tough even without his quirk activated, yours is smooth like velvet.
He's obsessed with stroking your cheek.
What more...
He's also creepily fascinated by how tender your flesh is.
And adores your chunky areas.
Thighs and ass are his two favourite places.
He'll grab and poke and touch and feel you up like putty between his hands for hours.
Grabbing handfuls of your fat, squeezing on it, pinching and prodding and poking.
Playing with it as though it's the most fun he's had since playdough in kindergarten.
Muttering about how his skin is all stiff and tough and yours is plush like a pillow.
Perfect for napping on.
He also loves playing with your hair.
He'll touch and pull on it, run his fingers through it, card and rake, trying to braid but failing miserably though happy nonetheless.
He's not too gentle in this manner either.
He's more like a toddler.
Like he's expecting something more to happen other than you wincing once he tugs too much and rips a couple strands from their root.
You'll shoo his hands away, but they always seem to absentmindedly wander back to your strands to twist the locks around his fingers.
And speaking of hair...
He loves it when you help him touch his up.
Whether you're simply keeping him company while he's dying it or you dying it for him.
Or when you style his spikes and little horns with hair gel.
He worships you.
Offering to help you left and right.
Pushy to a degree it's almost like he's nagging you.
Where he can come off as slightly misogynistic half the time.
Though he never means to offend you in any way.
It's just... that bag looks heavy and he doesn't work-out everyday for nothing.
And with all that muscle comes a hefty appetite.
You're convinced Kirishima's stomach is bottomless.
Meaning both that he's constantly hungry and that when he sits down to eat, he will EAT.
The guy needs at least three tiny meals between meals.
He drags you on way too many 2AM grocery store runs.
Always buying a ton of snacks. An entire grocery-bag's worth.
And never something he's bought before, only constantly new things.
He spends a good quarter hour in the candy aisle just to browse for things he has yet to try.
He'll hand you half before stuffing his own face.
Wanting to discuss taste and texture with you and to compare it with past snacks the two of you've tried before.
Where you have the suspicion that he strangely finds it even more fun if you end up not enjoying the flavour.
He's not too romantic in the traditional sense, but more goofy.
He loves spending time with you though.
So even when he's not the most romantic person, dates are still FREQUENT.
Almost exhausting actually.
Never anything chill.
Always something that makes the heart race.
- Horror movies and action thrillers in the cinema
- Amusement-parks, both the water and rollercoaster kind.
- Beach-days. He definitely brings a volleyball.
- Mountain hikes and camping.
He's definitely down to chill at the end of a day though.
Where the conversation runs like fluid.
He's not a man shy of talking.
Where he'll even call you multiple times a day, just to ask you what you're up to and the works, and also to share anecdotes about his day and how he's feeling.
Always letting you know if something you said, did or wears makes him feel a certain way.
No matter that feeling be happy, horny, insecure, upset or angry.
He lets you hear it.
On top of that, he's also an intense listener.
Honestly, being just an overall amazing communicator.
Always EYE-CONTACT with you when you talk to him, or hums of acknowledgment when speaking through the phone.
He always gets himself so vividly immersed in whatever story you're telling.
To the point where if you says you dislike someone at school or at work, Kirishima will dislike that person with a vengeance too.
The same goes for if you say you like someone, he as well will approve of them.
He drives Bakugou mad with all his little comments.
Every time they pass something you've mentioned, Kirishima will always state it.
- Pebble likes this coffeeshop.
- Pebble bought a bikini here once.
- Pebble thinks you're cool Bakubro.
- Pebble this, Pebble that, Pebble etc...
What can he say other than that he's a passionate guy?
Often loud and rowdy.
But strangely enough, he rarely uses crude curse-words.
He'll of course let the occasional one slip when the situation really calls for it.
But considering he's spent almost every single day of his life with Bakugou for the past years, you have to give him credit for not being further influenced by the rude blond's potty-mouth.
Eijiro will instead use those corny substitute curse-words, such as:
- Fudge.
- Fiddlesticks!
- Aww shucks...
- Oh crud.
- Shoot.
- What the heck?
- Geez man.
Sometimes, when he gets upset with someone. Most of the time, Bakugou. He'll call him a turd and walk away thinking he's made his point.
You couldn't stop laughing that one time where Bakugou, in the midst of losing in a video-game to you, yelled fiddlesticks instead of fuck.
The blonde going completely red in embarrassment before turning demon-eyed as he tackled Kirishima to the floor and cursed him for feeding him those moronic passive-aggressive terms.
Keeping him pinned to the floor whilst the red-head could only laugh at his friend's silly rage as the blond kept trying to make him say a curse-word so that they'd be even.
SOMETIME INTO THE RELATIONSHIP
Living with Kirishima...
It's like you already have kids.
He's a hopeless dresser.
Seriously.
No sense for fashion whatsoever.
Brown cargo-shorts, horizontal stripes and military and animal prints.
He's not too opposed to you dressing him though.
As long as what you pick out for him is comfortable to wear and not too flashy and "feminine".
He wants to look a certain way, but he's not too good at communicating what that way is, where the only keyword he'll ever give you is manly.
Which is no help at all because the range of things that appear as manly to Kirishima is vast and have visually no correlation whatsoever.
- Bakugou's gardening habits and his seemingly naturally domestic place in the kitchen is manly.
- Kaminari wearing chokers is manly.
- Scars are manly.
- The way you can bear to walk in those heals is manly.
But put him in an exclusive floral-shirt and he'll scratch the back of his neck unsurely before telling you it's not exactly his style.
Also, the crocs never go away.
He's also messy...
He'll shower daily and brush his teeth twice a day.
But dirty laundry and dirty dishes and shoes cluttering in the mudroom and worn boxers left in the bathroom and socks absolutely everywhere, never in pairs, is a much too common sight.
And he never learns to turn the TV and lights off.
There's constantly candy wrappers left everywhere in the house.
And bandages and those cutesy childish kid band-aids that he always buys for some reason.
You'll put them over the minor cuts he has, but the silly things always fall off so easily.
Nor is he a very good cook either.
He's sweet tough...
Trying to make dinner when you work late or surprising you with breakfast in bed.
But...
Eggshells, too much seasoning, unknown ingredients.
In bed.
He has those jump-scare worthy sudden random loud snores when he's asleep.
But other than that...
He's gentle, passionate and rough all at the same time.
He'll growl and moan and whimper and whine and pant like a dog in heat as he touches and kisses you all over.
Body-worshipper to a T.
Thirsty to gorge himself. Wants to bury his face between your thighs and lap until pussy-drunk.
He's also a sucker for kisses on his chest.
Warm or cool, preferably wet, pecks of your soft lips against his tough and swelled chest.
Kissing his scars makes him whimper.
He also likes nipple-kisses. Especially if you nibble a bit on him.
Even outside of bed, he has zero reservations when it comes to intimacy.
HANDS-ON at all times.
Even when he's sweaty, even when he's grimy with dirt and mud.
He wants his welcome-home kisses and hugs.
No discussion.
He doesn't really care if you're busy.
Mostly because he doesn't quite recognise that you're ever busy.
He believes he has respect for your little hobbies and your job...
Though he constantly expresses his thoughts of how he doesn't see why you even need a job when he can easily provide for you both.
You should always have time for a quickie, right?
If he has the time, you have the time, in his mind.
So he'll pull you from your computer or kiss at your neck and beg you to hang up the phone with your supervisor.
Yeah, sorry... he doesn't really respect your job.
He has a habit of lightly biting you at random on your shoulders, neck, thighs, stomach and whatever the moment calls for.
And he absolutely must play paddy-cake with your ass at least once a day.
He just loves resting his head on your lap and chest.
He'll instantly fall asleep into an open-mouthed drooling mess if your start playing with his hair.
You can't ever finish a movie.
The two of you regularly sleep on the couch instead of upstairs in the bedroom.
He HATES showering without you.
It feels wrong how boring it is.
He hates having to shampoo his own hair and how he can't reach his back and how he doesn't have your thighs wrapped around his torso.
He loves you in anything red.
Rep lipstick, red lingerie, red hoodie, red stockings.
It's his weakness.
He can be having a really bad day, but just one look at you in anything red and he'll immediately lighten up.
It could be a simple thing like a red scrunchy in your hair or around your wrist and he'll perk up with a smile at once.
He can be mad at you, but all you need do is slip on something red and he'll fold almost instantly.
You don't ever worry about Kirishima not thinking you're pretty or gorgeous or hot or cute or this or that or anything.
He makes it all rather obvious.
Still now, after the two of you are well beyond the point of new-love and the honeymoon-phase.
Kiri will still be showering you with words and actions of affection and adoration.
His straightforward pining still going strong.
He's the KING of "I know you're asleep, but..." speeches.
Be it when you're asleep in his arms or on voicemail when he's working late nights or early mornings.
He'll recite paragraph after paragraph of absolute word-vomit about his love for you.
Just NEEDING to let you know each time the thought crosses his mind.
Kirishima takes you seriously and apologises sincerely when he's upset you for whatever reason, and never deems you the curtesy of fighting with you.
You thought at first it was because he thought it would be ridiculous of him, big man that he is, to fight a little lady like you.
But when you confronted him with that theory he couldn't stop laughing.
Turns out, he just doesn't like or see the point in verbal fighting.
And after that you started noticing how he reacts that way with everyone.
Even Bakugou, who could shatter glass with all his shouting. Kirishima just laughs his little hissy-fits right off.
You swear, he must be the most calm and happy-go-lucky guy in the world.
- He never bitches about people.
- Never holds a grudge.
- Never picks fights he doesn't have to.
- Always admits he's wrong when he is.
He's constantly doing gentlemanly gestures as though it's a ritual.
It's just his way of life.
- Opening doors, every door, car-doors too.
- Pulls out your chair and pushed you back in.
- Drapes his coat over you when it's cold. He doesn't even ask.
- Gives you most of the umbrella when it's raining.
- Takes the side closest to the street when the two of you walk on the curb.
But gentlemanly acts aren't just reserved for you.
They're for EVERYONE.
- Assists that old women cross the street.
- Gives that old man or pregnant lady his seat on the train.
- Joins the search party for that missing child.
- Helps people up when they fall and then proceeds to collect their things from the ground.
- Helps that little girl find her mommy in the grocery store.
- Volunteers for about any and all charity work.
If you're being honest, his sense for heroics and need to be helpful is a bit overwhelming at times.
Almost makes you feel like a bad person.
Sometimes you wish he'd be more selfish like everyone else.
But then at the same time, it's what you love about him.
And besides being a gentleman, he's also the most loyal and caring friend anyone could ask for.
- He's the first to ask you how your interview went or that presentation you had to have in front of your boss.
- He always calls Bakugou, Denki, Sero and Mina to ask if they got home safely after a night out.
- When you come home from out shopping with friends, he's at once demanding you give him a runway show.
- Each time he knows one of his or your friends are home alone by themselves since their spouse has gone on a business trip or something of the sorts, he's always inviting them over for dinner.
- And when a friend of either one of you is going through a break-up, he's inviting them to stay with you so that they don't have to be alone.
Which is nice and all...
If the guest-house hadn't been refurbished to be a fully-decked out gym instead.
It doesn't exactly leave too much space to house guests other than the living-room coach.
But he needed space for the boxing-ring...
Him and Bakugou spend hours out there, while you and mrs. Bakugou sip whine and talk about how strange life married to two top-heroes is.
You see the couple a lot since Kirishima and Bakugou are co-CEOs at their Hero Agency, as well as still being best mates.
Kirishima asks you to train with him too though.
And where he won't make you train with him, just the same as he won't make you do anything ever...
He will playfully guilt-trip you to.
A thousand pretty-pleas and pouts and puppy-dog eyes until you fold.
Just because he loves you and doesn't want to spend a single second without you.
tags: mdni, fem!reader, changing room sex, he uses his cursed speech
word count: 1.1k
notes: this is part of my new year event!
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"hands down and stop squirming."
your body stiffened, instantly ceasing its writhing as your boyfriend kept pounding into you. your back was pushed against the changing room mirror, one leg hiked up to wrap around his waist while his fingers squeezed the plush of your thigh to help keep it up.
it was bizarre, to feel your autonomy be taken from you even though you gave him permission to do it. no matter how many times you begged him to use his cursed speech on you, you were positive that your body would never get used to feeling both heavy and weightless at the same time.
without being able to move, you were forced to face the pleasure head-on when he hit your sweet spot with every brush of his hips. he's moving with purpose, not solely to get you off but also to try and pull noises from you while you had no real methods to muffle them. you desperately wished that you could bring a hand up to your mouth, that you could press your head into his shoulder to bite down, anything to silence your barely contained moans.
he was grinning at you deviously because he could help you out — one word from him and your lips would be sealed to match the rest of your body — but your boyfriend was a little shit and enjoyed your struggle, and you knew there was no way you'd be getting a reprieve from him while he was in one of those moods.
your lips were swollen from your teeth worrying them, ragged indents almost breaking the delicate skin whenever he made a particularly jarring thrust. you tried to at least keep your whimpers low enough to be lost to the upbeat pop music playing over the speakers in the changing area.
the hand that wasn't on your leg trailed down your side, heat following his touch before he began to circle your clit with his fingers. you ached to buck against him but your hips remained stubbornly glued to the mirror from the invisible hold of his technique.
you tried to muster up the focus to glare at him, the only way to really convey the frustration you were feeling — well, as frustrated as you could be considering he was working you so well.
you were so afraid that someone would be able to pick up on the lewd noises coming from the cubicle you were in, nervous that an attendant would realise that the man who had been waiting outside the curtained room had conveniently disappeared while the stall remained occupied for the past twenty minutes.
it wasn't exactly hard to piece together what was going on.
your walls fluttered around him and you were so close you could taste it. "t-toge—" was all you could pant out, pressing your lips in a thin line to turn the high-pitched whine that followed into a quiet "mmpf!"
he took pity on you, feeling your pussy work at pulling him in to try and make the most of what you were feeling. "cum."
any time that he used his cursed technique to get you off gave you a ridiculously strong orgasm, but it was always so much more intense when he actually fucked you through it as well. the feeling of his fingers still rubbing your clit as you mewled with pleasure was unmatched and you were unable to keep yourself quiet as the pleasure hit you like a tsunami.
somewhere along the way, he had given you back control of your body; you looped your arms around the back of his neck to keep yourself up and he showed no signs of slowing down, still chasing his release as he fucked you through your own.
you trembled against him, walls spasming around his cock in an attempt to milk him. you could feel your nails digging into his back through his shirt, surely enough to sting him at the very least, but he showed no sign of feeling any pain, rabbiting his hips into your own with enough force to have you dizzy on the seemingly never-ending pleasure.
he was looking at you lovingly despite the lazy smirk on his marked mouth, eyes conveying all the things he'd love to verbally let you know.
he came not too long after, unable to resist the pleasure of your soaked cunt clamped down on him like a vice, gummy walls rippling around him every time he hit your bundle of nerve head-on.
he ground into you lazily while he came inside you, pelvis flush to your clit and making you twitch pathetically from the overstimulation. you curled your fingers weakly into the fabric covering his chest to try steady yourself.
you used your grip on his shirt to pull him down towards you, kissing him softly as you came back down to earth. he made no move to pull out when he was finished filling you up, content in staying as close to you as possible while you both caught your breath.
you were only pulled from your reverie by the sound of someone (who was definitely not paid enough for what they'd been sent to do) clearing their throat on the other side of the changing room curtain. you shoved him back in panic and tried to think of something to say to the worker sent to investigate, grimacing while you tried to ignore his cum beginning to trickle out of your pussy.
he rolled his eyes at the interruption but pinched the apple of your cheek gently, using the grip to shake your head for a second like you were some cute pet and not his girlfriend who he had just gotten busted with for fucking in public. he let go and turned his head towards the door. "forget."
footsteps slowly trailed away in dazed confusion and you sympathised for the unsuspecting worker, glaring at him while you pulled your clothes back on, hissing at the ache between your legs when you tried to bend down too suddenly to slip your shoes back on.
"you can't just—" your huff trailed off quickly, because, yeah, he could just.
he held a hand on your shoulder to lightly push you back upright, dropping to his knees to put your shoes on for you. he left a kiss on the inside of your knee when he was done with your right leg before repeating the actions with your left, shooting you a look paired with a sheepish smile that begged you to let him off the hook for the way your afternoon had went down.
you rolled your eyes at the puppy dog eyes, bending down to plant a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth but pulling away when he tried to turn into the kiss and deepen it.
"yeah yeah, you're forgiven. now let's get out of here before someone else comes to check."
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As I stated in the past three post, Inumaki is my favorite character. Baby boy got so much screentime, the animators love me💙📢. Not my only top one favorite character because your poster is hoe for anime people, but he’s definitely one of my favorites. I like him, Maki, Itadori, Yuta, and I love/hate Gojo. That’ll be a different post. Inumaki is just so cool though, not only is his power awesome, but his speech is cute. I knew I would’ve liked him considering Shinsou from MHA/BNHA is one of my favorites as well. They remind me of each other. I’m going to miss Inumaki’s spiky hair, but his little bowl cut is cute. The reason why his hair is different is because he had too many similarities to Itadori so the anime creators had to change it. Honestly he looked more like Gojo as well in the movie. Inumaki is such a strong and dorky guy. I just like how he’s always like: “Salmon🧍🏼”
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I need help finding a particular manga panel from MHA. It's of Midnight driving a car and stopping because she comes across Aizawa sleeping on the median. This is very important. Please send it my way if you come across it.
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bokuto with his hybrid kitty… he would be a menace i think.. 😟 constantly overstimulating u and pulling on ur tail omg
hehe, i love kitty reader but i think hed pair very nicely with puppy reader - just cause he loves the pout you bring him when you want his cock and he knows you want it all the time, n since hes so high energy hes able to take care of you everytime you come to him with an ache between your legs and a wagging tail ;; teases so very much when youre so needy it doesnt take much at all for you to lay down on all fours like a good pet, tugs a little meanly on your tail when you think youre going to get what you came for- scolding you gently when you get too eager ;;
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It’s hot. The air in the room is thick and humid from the perspiration dripping off of each of your bodies. Your lungs are burning and you can already tell that you’re very likely to be sore just about all over tomorrow. You’re so close to being completely spent and you haven’t even gotten to the big event yet; the only reason the Stun Gun Hero himself was here with you and your boyfriend.
Denki hadn’t needed as much convincing as you had. He damn near ran over the moment Eijirou had proposed the idea to him. It’s not like you weren’t excited by the idea of both of them taking you at once, it was the practicality of it all, because your boyfriend could be described in plenty of words, but small was definitely not one of them. He wasn’t small in any sense of the word.
Quite the contrary, actually. He was massive in every sense of the word. He barely fit by himself sometimes, which he understood well, and yet he’s the one who suggested seeing if you could handle taking him and one of his buddies. It was practically all you’d heard about for the past week.
He’d lean down, whispering in your ear about how he just couldn’t wait to push you to your limits while he was bottoming out inside of you, his dick twitching inside of you at the thought of your tight cunt struggling to accommodate the extra girth. His lips would find your ear when he pulled you back against his chest at night, murmuring about how he’d just gotten off the phone with Kaminari who couldn’t seem to shut up about your upcoming arrangement.
They were both extremely eager to see just how far they could stretch you out and the moment of truth had finally come. Eijirou lays back in the bed, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of his abdomen to face him, so that he gets to see your pretty face while Denki kneels behind you, languidly stroking his length as he watches his friend reach between your legs to slap his fat cock against your soaking pussy.
“Eiji,” you mewl, rocking your hips back to grind yourself against his hefty cock as the weight of it slapped against your folds. “Please, need it so bad. Wanna cum again.”
“Oh, you’re gonna cum again, sweetheart,” Denki chortles from behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh before cracking his palm against it. He groans, watching it jiggle, only tearing his eyes away to meet your gaze as you look back at him.
“Yeah you are, pretty girl,” Eijirou coos from beneath you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to pull your attention back to him, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. “Gonna make sure you cum all over both of our cocks, I promise you that.”
“Mmare you sure you’ll both fit?” You pull your brows together, a small, innocent pout on your lips that the redhead decided long ago he could never get tired of. You just looked so sweet, so demure, but he knew that you were anything but, knew exactly how badly you wanted this.
“I know my girl can handle it,” he whispers against your lips, brushing his fingertips along the side of your face as he gives you another gentle kiss.
You lean into it, a soft hum of contentment vibrating against his mouth as he lines himself up with your hole. You briefly feel his lips quirk up into a smirk just before Denki’s hands seize your waist and pull you down, fully sinking you down onto the redhead’s cock as your quiet hum turns into a wanton moan.
“Oh, fuck,” you sigh, hanging your head as you instinctively begin rolling your hips.
“Ah, ah,” Eijirou stills them, holding your hips still while the blonde comes right up behind you, teasing his tip against the very narrow entrance that remained between your thighs.
“We’ll go nice and slow, okay, sweetheart?” Denki places a kiss to your shoulder as he starts to inch himself inside. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
You nod your understanding, curling your fingers tight around your boyfriend’s shoulder as you lean forward to lay prone on his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, but he’s unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of another man joining him inside of your tight heat.
“Shit,” you hiss, burying your face in his shoulder, a moan echoing off of his skin as Denki pulls back a little, briefly afraid he’s hurt you until you speak up. “W-wait. Do that again, please,” you breathe, holding perfectly still until he sinks himself back inside of you. “Oh fuck yes,” you hiss again, a smile spreading across your face as the pleasure finds you.
“You like that, babygirl?” Eijirou grins up at you as you sit up again, pushing yourself back onto both of them as you arch your back and rest your hands on his broad chest.
“Yeah,” you nod, “More, oh God, please. Give me more.”
“Told ya you could take it, baby,” Eijirou’s chest rumbles with laughter as he picks his hips up, his cock sliding against Denki’s as it sinks in and out of you. “And to think you were nervous. Takin’ us both like champ, just like I knew you would.”
“Doin’ so good for us, gorgeous,” Denki places a hand on the small of your back while Eijirou fills his palms with the swell of your ass, the both of them thrusting in opposite rhythms, one pushing in, while the other pulls out. “Fuck, dude, I can feel you as much as I can her.”
“Shit,” Eijirou’s head drops back into the mattress, his eyes closing as his fingertips dip into your skin. “I know, bro, feels so fucking good though.”
“Fuck yeah, it does,” Denki grunts, stroking slower, but deeper, dragging the bulbuous head of his cock along your walls as he hunches over you, kissing across your shoulders and effectively sandwiching you between the two heroes.
“You wanna cum like this, pretty girl?” Eijirou slips his hand between your legs again, toying with your clit while his lips attach to your neck, littering it with the softest kisses as he slows his pace to match Denki’s. “Wanna cum around both our cocks at once? Bet you do.”
“Y-yes!” You keen, the stimulation to your sensitive bundle of nerves bringing you close to the edge in record time. “Wanna cum for b-Oth of you, oh fuck, Eiji. P-please, need to cum. Need to cum so bad.”
“Should we let her?” He looks over your shoulder to the blonde, who’s awfully close himself, if his blissed out expression is any indication.
He shakes his head, picking up his tempo as he leans back, “No, not yet. ‘M’close, man. Are you? Make her wait for us. It’ll be so fucking hot.”
“Fuck, you’re right,” Eijirou groans, speeding up his thrusts, keeping his attention on your clit as you fight off your orgasm. “Just hang on for another sec, babygirl. So clo--fuck. So fuckin’ close.”
“Eiji,” you whimper, tears dripping onto his shoulder as you feel yourself about to let go, the coil in your belly winding incredibly tight. “N-need it..”
“Fuck,” Denki groans, throwing his head back as he pours himself into you.
“Oh shit,” Eijirou is quick to follow, spilling his own load of warm, sticky seed into you with a low growl, his half-lidded eyes regarding you with a euphoric smile dancing on his lips as he nods at you. “Let go, baby. Go ahead and cum for us, princess.”
You obey, your body going limp against his chest as waves of ecstasy take over your every nerve, leaving you a quivering mess, twitching with every aftershock that rolls through you as they taper off their thrusts.
“So beautiful,” Eijirou murmurs, swiping away a tear as he smiles up at you, supporting your head in his hand as he leans up and kisses you slowly, swallowing the whimper you let out as Denki slips out of you, followed by a generous gush of the mixture of their essence.
“Damn,” you hear him marvel from behind you as he sits back on the bed, arms behind him as he chases his breath. “Knew I shoulda fuckin’ asked you out before he could.”
You giggle, though it does nothing to help you recover your own breath as you sit up, dismounting Eijirou to sit beside him on your knees, eyeing the milky white substance coating both of their still leaking cocks.
“C’mere,” you chew the inside of you lip, patting the space between your boyfriend’s still spread legs. “Lemme clean you up. Both of you,” you grin, getting on all fours.
“Dammit, dude, you better keep yourself in line or I swear,” Denki shakes his head, eagerly scrambling to get in position, laying with his thighs cast over his friend’s, so that their still semi-erect cocks are nearly flush up against one another.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” Eijirou breathes, sitting up on both elbows, eyes glimmering with excitement as he watches you lean over both of their lengths, using both hands to bring them together and take their tips into your mouth, sucking gently before seeing how much of them you can take as you slowly bob your head.
A garbled mess of moans and groans greet you from either side as both of their hips buck at the overstimulation. Your hands move in tandem along both of their cocks, coaxing every last drop out of them as you pull off with a lewd squelching noise, wiping the excess off your bottom lip with your thumb as Eijirou pops up and immediately cradles your face in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
“I love you so much,” he sighs, a wide smile spreading across his face as he looks into your eyes.
“I love you too,” you coo back to him, leaning in for another kiss.
“I think that’s my cue,” Denki chuckles, standing and gathering his clothes. “Same time next week?” He only half-jokes, aiming playful finger guns in your direction as you and Eijiorou laugh quietly.
“Maybe for your birthday or somethin’,” you curl up between Eijirou’s legs, leaning back against his chest as he folds his arms around you.
“Hey,” Denki shrugs as he finishes buttoning his jeans and pulls his shirt over his head. “I’ll take what I can get here, sweetheart. Thanks for lettin’ me join in.”
He heads off towards the door and Eijirou turns his head, mouthing the words, “I’ll talk to her,” as he tilts his head towards you.
Denki grins, nodding as he lifts his eyebrows and gives him a quick thumbs up as he grabs the door handle. “I’ll catch you guys later.”
“Later, man.”
“See you, Denki,” you smile after him, nuzzling into Eijirou’s neck as your tired eyes fall closed.
“So..”
“I’m too tired to talk about it right now, but yes, we can do it again,” you laugh and he echoes the sound against the crown of your head as he kisses it.
“Thank you, baby. Did I mention that I love you?”
"Mm," you smile softly as you hum your acknowledgement, "You've mentioned it."
