#sub opm

You watched him pull the box out and place it on top of the bed. 

“I don’t think this is where I originally left it,” He added, and he was right. You may have told a little lie.

“Have you tried it on yet?” You asked innocently.

“No, I was planning on doing that today in case I need to make any changes.” He carefully pulled off the top, noticing his costume was somewhat smaller than he remembered. He picked up the top piece, expecting to see a generic red and white coat, but what unfolded was a tiny red wine dress, with white fur rimmed around the top and bottom. The dress was sparkly, had a little black belt stitched onto it, and came with long-sleeved gloves that he had yet to notice.

“It looks nice. Why don’t you try it on right now?” He looked at you with a slight blush on his face.

“This isn’t the costume I ordered…” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

—

“So, so pretty…” You whispered. He lay with his back against the bed, the tight dress barely covering anything considered modest. White fur lined the top of the dress, his tits about to burst from the constraints of the taut stitching. The red fabric was nearly sheer since his muscled body stretched it out, his nipples hard and sensitive from the incessant rubbing.

Grabbing his legs, you pulled him closer, admiring the way the fur adorned his big thighs, his dick pushing the base of the dress slightly. Already restless from his ruined orgasm, he shuddered when your fingers grazed his messy thighs, and then gasped when your hand wrapped around his sensitive tip. The red beaded butt plug in his ass wasn’t helping either—he whined repeatedly with every movement, his ass contracting with every fleeting touch. He wanted more.

You gave his dick a few pumps to tease, watching him grasp at the sheets.

“Gh—too much–!” He yelped. 

Too much? And yet, he used his gloved hand to keep yours on his dick, avoiding eye contact at every cost. The room filled with ahs and ohs the moment your free hand played with the gem of the plug, twisting and turning as he desperately tried to muffle his moans. His pretty face was flushed, brown eyes shut beneath his lashes—oh, how easily he comes undone under your touch.

Bead by bead, you pulled the plug out, a slew of curses tumbling from his lips as he tried to bear the pleasure of being stretched out.

“J-just- shit–! Hurry it up already!” He couldn’t help it—you’ve already ruined him so, his composure couldn’t keep up. The cry he let out when the last one popped out was pathetic, and the feeling of being empty was too much to bear. He wanted to be filled again, but by your cock and your cock only. 

His hole contracted involuntarily while letting your tip sit at the entrance of his ass. He looked at you pleadingly for a fraction of a second, but he wasn’t prepared when you slipped your cock into him, a strained groan leaving his throat. He was still so tight—you let out a sigh—his insides warm and still coated with lube from earlier.  You pulled out, leaving your tip in, slamming back in quickly, and every single coherent thought in his head evaporating.

His legs wrapped around your back, bringing you in closer. You dragged the top of his dress down, exposing his sensitive nipples, playing with each one delicately. The only word running through his head was “more,” more, more, and more…

He greedily sucked you back in with each thrust, his tongue lolling out of his mouth when you reached his prostate, his hands grasping at you to bring you closer.

“God– harder, please–!” he cried. It was never gentle with him, despite his usual demeanor. But you gave it to him with no complaints, drilling your cock back into him as if it’d be your last time. The skimpy dress rode up his thighs and abdomen, letting his angry cock smack against his toned stomach, and a mix of his arousal dirtied his clothes.

Wasn’t he so pretty like this? He took you like a champ, and you rewarded him with a few pumps to his dick, but the simultaneous pleasure was just a tad bit too much. His back arched off the bed as his arm reached for yours, tears daring to spill when he finally looked at you. It’s humiliating, but you make him feel so damn good.

You knew he was close when all he could say were broken “pleases” and “mores” and whatever the fuck his mushy brain could come up with. Thankfully, you gave him just that, and finally, he let out a loud gasp when he came undone, his back prettily arching off the bed once more. Like an artist, he painted cum all over his pretty red sparkly dress, his expression all but innocent. He could use a bit of rest, but…

“I’m not done, big boy.”

what the hell.

was what garou wanted to say. ever since you had found his sweet spot, you had been ruthlessly attacking it with your fingers. nothing but his broken moans and attempt at cursing you out filled the room; reveling in the man's pathetic tries to resist submitting to you, you continue abusing his prostate.

garou gripped the sheets below him, tearing the fabric as he felt himself orgasm for the second time, covering himself in his fluids. the intensity of it almost made him forget about his plan to kill you later on. for a moment, your hand ceased motion, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts. “my hand's cramping up.” he heard you mumble.

just as you were pulling your fingers out of garou's ass, he grabbed your wrist. even if he couldn't quite get the words out, you could see a familiar, piercing look of ‘don't you fucking dare’ in his golden eyes; as teary as they were. since his grip wasn't as arm-breakingly strong as usual, you were able to shake off his hand and pull your fingers out. “i was only going to switch hands.” you laugh before pulling out a small, pink vibrator and remote from seemingly nowhere. “but maybe i'll use this instead.”

“you fucking wha– hya–! mmhf—!” before garou could finish his sentence, he felt the rotor slip inside him; he slapped a hand over his mouth to at least muffle the shameful noises that left his lips. you pressed the on/off button on the remote—the sudden vibrations made garou arch his back; it felt as if the rotor was moving in different directions—maybe even rotating. slowly, you removed his hand from his mouth, thin strings of saliva connected his palm to his tongue and bottom lip.

garou let out another broken cry, feeling himself cumming again; to his and your surprise, nothing came out this time. “aw, how cute.” you cooed. “was that your first dry orgasm? i'm flattered.” you caressed his tear and drool-stained cheek gently.

“turn it off– please.. 's too much—” he sobbed. “can't take anymore–”

"thought you said you could perfectly control your body..." garou glares at you behind his hands. a furious blush slowly creeps to his shoulders.

"i c-can.." he argues. you raise a brow and watch him lift his hips away from your closed palm, his cock throbs in your hand.

you shake your head. he never wants to behave, though, it's very fun watching him surrender.

"hug me close." you state, gripping onto his waist.

he slowly wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer and hiding his face from your view - albeit, there is a mirror right in front of his eyes.

garou jumps in your lap when you remove your hand, fingers playing with his slit. beads of pre-cum sliding down his trembling cock.

"you're shaking so much, garou." he cries out, trying to shut his legs together, unfortunately you spread his knees apart, presenting him to you.

"n-no shit!" garou whines even more when your hands trail down his inner thighs, touching him all over.

you exhale sharply, eyeing the side of his face. "you're so red..."

"shut up!" he dugs his nails into his palm, at this point, not caring if he hurts himself. he smothers your face with his chest, clinging onto you with his entire body.

garou glares at his reflection behind the blurry sight of his tears. "and you can't see me either!"

sai softly keens, keeping his eyes shut. yes he was tired, but didn't think he could fall back asleep with your ministrations. your warm hand wrapped around his cock, using his pre-cum as lube. it was so gentle and warm.. it nearly lulled him back to sleep.

his body twitches as he lazily fists his blanket, shirt riding up and showing off his stomach. he hears you chuckle near his ear, whimpers coming from of his mouth, and with wet sounds getting faster and faster.

your unoccupied hand slips under his shirt, he shivers when the pads of your fingers make contact with with nipples, quickly going erect under your cold touch. your hand stops.

you pull your face down to his, nose touching his own. he looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, a blush growing on his face. he whines quietly, "your hand.."

you take the hint and resume pumping him. it's quick and shallow pumps, sai raises his hips, thrusting into your closed palm sleepily.

his eyes start to close once again but this time you give a harsh pinch to his nipple, waking him up with a jolt. "don't fall asleep on me now."

he shakes his head, arching his back. "m'not planning too"

he voices out in a breathy tone, knitting his eyebrows together. he sinks his teeth in his bottom lip. he looks so adorable, you smile at him, laughing a little before squeezing his cock tightly. saitama freezes, you turn to look at the mess. beads of his come roll out, sliding down into your hand as you help him ride out his orgasm. his body goes limp and a pleased sigh escapes his lips. you deadpan as you look at him.

he fell asleep.

garou keens, tensing up at a particular hit that made him feel good. your palm rubs over the red mark on his left cheek. oh how you wished you could've used a paddle with your name etched into it...

garou pants loudly, gripping the bed sheets with all his might. he didn't want to make it seem like he was effected by this, but his body could never lie.

his little stunned noises fill your ears, they're so cute and he's hesitant to let his voice out. silent tears stream down his face as you glance at the mirror in front of you, does he even realize the mess he's making?

his slick pools around your thigh, his cock twitching with every slap. he wiggles his hips, practically humping your leg. you hold his hips down, pinching him slightly.

garou whimpers, biting the inside of his cheek.

"how does it feel?" you whisper in his ear, pushing loose strands of his hair behind his ear. garou shakes his head. he's trying to tell you he doesn't want to answer it but you're adamant to get words out of him.

"nu-uh," your heart swells at his flinching. "use your words, garou."

he stammers, wiggling his ass to get you to continue. you simply pat his head, ignoring his wants. he gives up, dropping his head into the bed sheets and hiding his face. "i l-like it..."

"yeah?" you question, rubbing his sore ass, emitting a pained gasp on his part. "how about in here?"

two fingers poke at his entrance. garou places his hand on your knee to steady himself, his hole puckering in and out, suddenly your fingers get sucked in.

you laugh in surprise. "look at that!"

garou refuses to lift his head from the sheets, concealing a moan between them. he shakes in your lap, lifting his hips up when you finally plunge your fingers fully inside him. his back arches, using your knee and the sheets as a leverage to push himself up.

you kept his head down with your unoccupied hand while you push your fingers in and out of him, pressing against his prostate just to hear him scream.

"w-wait! p-please, please!!" his voice comes out muffled, he flinches away from you, pre-cum dripping onto your leg.

just when he was about to come, you take your fingers out. garou gasps, going limp in your lap, he finally lifts his head up to glare at you.

his tears dried up but the burning red blush still covered his face. it was so cute when he got embarrassed.

"fuck you." he spat out in anger, whimpering when you spank him, jolting.

"i'm sorry," you murmur, picking him up and turning him to his back. you unbuckled your pants. "you feel so good, love. i wanted to get inside you before you decide to pass out on me."