#ask.jay

ohmygod this man didn’t even know he could make you do that, like he had just been fingering you, slowly guiding you to your impending orgasm. you were overstimulated, yet he kept going because he loves the feeling of your warm walls fluttering and squeezing around him. he has three fingers in, curled, his tongue flicking at your clit and when you squirt, it’s accidental

and tamaki is so red. he feels the liquid hit his face and he’s panicking lowkey. like oh god the sheets are wet now and you’re clenching around his fingers and your thighs are clamping down to hold his hand in place— but when he looks up at your face and sees nothing but bliss, he realizes that you feel amazing because of him. tama’s expression shifts to one of awe, eyes trailing down to your pussy as he moves his fingers back and forth, hearing your squelching

as if his dick couldn’t get any harder. sigh

we’ve all heard perverted denki before but perverted kirishima just— aH. the way he keeps sneaking glances at you, his heart thrumming in his chest that sends jolts straight to his cock. your low cut shirts, your fishnet stockings encasing your legs, your ass in your skirts. he really can’t help the way his gaze lingers on you.

he spends so many nights with his back pressed up against the bathroom door, hand fisting his cock as scenarios flash in his head that are all of you. he would edge himself, wanting to replay the images of you back in his mind. you take such good nudes for him too. you always get the perfect angles, spreading your pussy for him that allows his mind to string together countless fantasies.

he’s groaning, leaking and throbbing in his hand as he imagines how his cock would look between your tits, your mouth open and willing to receive his load. it gets him cumming faster than he would like. i bet he also masturbates while you sleep next to him, it makes him feel really dirty but seeing your sleeping face so peaceful, he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. luckily he doesn’t cum on your leg or anything but he almost did.

and luckily, you’re a pretty good actor when it comes to pretending to be sleeping.

this lowkey makes me want to write a legit thing for this icanthandlethis

it takes him a while, and just a lot of sexting on both your ends until he finally feels ready to give his bunny a little treat. he doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing, but he isn’t completely awful at it either.

he has his abs in frame, his hands are so fucking pretty like he keeps them in proper condition bc like quirk shit, it’s just easier for him to control it like that. that doesn’t make any sense but idc, tama has pretty hands and that’s my point. anyway his hand is pumping his cock at a relaxed pace, his tiny moans and whimpers serve as great background music. his hand sorta shakes when he gets close, he can’t really help it. but he’ll always cum with a small gasp of your name, his cum spurting over his stomach and down his thighs

i could also see him being really shy around you for the next day or so bc he’s a bit embarrassed he would send you something so dirty in the middle of the day. oh tama <3 he’s so pretty

it makes his confidence spike tbh. like he’s normally pretty nervous when it comes to things as intimate as sex, but when he sees you having a good time because of his cock? mhm, that gets him off real good. when you accidentally call him daddy, his brain just stops computing for .2 seconds

he’ll lean real close like “what did you just call me?” and thERE’S NO STUTTER IN HIS VOICE AND IT’S SO SMOOTH— it’s hot. it’s just hot. he’ll be drunk on confidence afterwards for a little bit, his hands finding your neck and his hips rocking into your with more vigour.

so strong, so good <3 everyone deserves daddy tamaki tbh

mm poor tamaki. every time he works up the courage to, he gets tripped up over his words because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! he’s so thoughtful about this stuff.

when he fantasizes about you, about your ass and your tits, it’s in the shower before work. he’s fisting his cock, forehead pressed up against the tiled wall. he can’t get that image of his cock stretching out your puckered hole, how unbelievably tight you must be when his long cock — if he ever gets the chance to — slides in and out of your heat. he can imagine your slick coating his lap, his fingers massaging at your perky tits while your ass claps with every bounce on his dick. the scene runs over and over in his head, water beating down on his toned back as he cums while fondling his overly sensitive balls.

one day, he vows to himself, he would be damned to have the fantasy come true.