Thread by @Iracebeth3

#TamakiWeek2021 Day 01

MiriTama, Gift, Tamaki's birthday, Quirk Play

some stuck in a train smut and the end is fluffy~

cw: voyeurism, consensual non-con so rape play, implied consent, biting, degradation but a bit of praise too, tears and a cream pie with an anal plug
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"Ah- n-no, stop,"

"Ssshhh, stop nagging, baby," Mirio whispers in his ear, "you're going to get us caught."

Tamaki swallows down a moan, biting into his lip. The clutter of the train around them not enough to get his attention for once. He's pressed against one of+

the train doors — the one that won't open for this whole train line. /Trapped/, his mind supplies, making his mouth dry. Trapped between this train door and Mirio's body behind him.

He shudders, a puff of his own hot breath clouding the window in front of him. Just a tiny+

spot. He can still see the city lights moving outside. And he can still see Mirio behind him, all dressed in black like a shadow.

He meets Mirio's eyes in the glass. He is smiling at him — the kind of smile Tamaki rarely sees outside of their bedroom. There's something /lewd/+

there, and it sends more blood to his face; whatever little not currently filling his cock almost to the point of bursting.

He closes his eyes, embarrassed, and presses his forehead against the cold surface of the window, overwhelmed tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

"S-stop-," he whispers, his tongue heavy in his mouth, "s-someone-"

Mirio chuckles in his ear again, his hand casually rubbing the tent at front of Tamaki's pants, making him shiver again.

"Don't pretend you give a shit about them," he whispers, and the curse sounds so+

/dirty/, so unlike the way Mirio treats him- "you love this."

Oh, he does. He really does. The tips of his toes curl inside his shoes. Still, he shakes his head, pretending to deny it. Mirio giggles again, almost cruelly, and it makes Tamaki's cock throb.

He's distantly aware of the people on the train, and knowing they haven't realized what he's doing. makes a giddy sort of excitement bubble in his belly. They know nothing. They have no idea. If they knew-

The train makes a sharp turn, the force bringing Mirio closer to him. Tamaki feels his weight. And he knows Mirio isn't much taller than him. He /knows/. But he still feels big. /Huge/. Every one of those hard-earned muscles presses on Tamaki's back, subduing him+

without the slightest effort. But the worst is Mirio's cock — buried deep in Tamaki's hole. The movement sends it /deeper/, stretching him to the brim. Tamaki stiffles a moan, and Mirio's big hot hand comes to press his mouth. Tamaki bites on it, hard, and Mirio+

permeates just the point where Tamaki's teeth pierced, the rest of his palm solid and steady and forceful, successfully blocking the air from Tamaki's lungs.

Even though Tamaki is not supposed to want it (he was very emphatic about that when he explained+

Mirio what he wanted to do in his birthday this year) he can't help rocking his hips back, trying to get more of Mirio's cock in his ass. He hears Mirio curse again, feels him shake, and it makes him smile, an odd sort of self-confidence filling him.

Because Mirio rarely ever curses. So there's something threatening to it, dangerous. But also flattering: he made Mirio lose control like that. He did /that/. He did-

The hand on his face presses harder, cutting off his train of thought. Tamaki feels more tears in his eyes, his legs shaking again as he struggles weakly. The only thing holding him is Mirio, his firm body on his back and his rock-hard cock spreading him open.

"I told you you were enjoying this," Mirio whispers, barely above his breath, hot breath sending more shivers through his body, "such a pretty whore."

Tamaki comes so hard white spots dance in his vision for a second. He would've screamed, hadn't Mirio's hand kept him+

quiet. More tears fill his eyes, and he feels them fall down his cheeks as he shakes.

"Cute," Mirio whispers, and although Tamaki can't see him, he can hear a smirk in his voice, "but I'm not done with you yet."

Tamaki tries to shake his head, threatening to resist, as Mirio uses him. Every minuscule thrust sends a jolt through Tamaki's body, pain and pleasure mixing together and making tears cascade down his face. And then Mirio comes, filling him with his hot seed, and+

the expansion is so good- so viscerally satisfying Tamaki comes again, with a tired wail, barely muffled by the screeching of the railways as the train turns again.

Tamaki's chest is heaving, his throat wrecked by sobs. Mirio mumbles "crybaby" to his ear again, and it almost+

makes Tamaki hard again.

/Almost/.

Getting Mirio's cock out takes about a minute. He has to permeate inch by inch through both of their clothes, but he's good enough to fuck him through their clothes, so he manages.

Tamaki realizes, distantly, that they made it to a new station, as Mirio drops a kiss on his sweaty neck.

"Keep my cum warm for me, will you?" Mirio smiles, leaving a kiss on his hair, "I'll see you later."

And then he turns around, hood up, and leaves the train together with some other people. Tamaki is alone.

It takes about six stations for his legs to get steady again. Despite the poor, abused state of his body, his mind feels at peace.

He feels pleasantly full, the dirty feeling of Mirio's cum in his hole enough to take his mind off the packed train. He steps out, then, making a beeline to the station's bathroom to throw away the condom that kept his own cum off his pants.

Licking his lips, Tamaki fishes his pocket to find Mirio's birthday gift: a thick plug, scandalously yellow, with a smiling sun carved in the base.

/Keep warm for me, hm?/

Tamaki gasps as he pushes it inside, the stretch far from painful after being impaled on Mirio's cock. It+

feels good. /Pleasant/. Tamaki is finally ready for the night's activities.

Cold March air hits his face, and he ends up tightening his scarf around his neck to beat it.

He can't help the nerves starting up in his belly as the taxi approaches his home, but feeling how full he is (full of /Mirio/, nonetheless) makes part of that anxiety melt, replaced by an odd sense of peace. If he could do that, he can definitely do this.

He doesn't have to swallow hard or give himself thirty different pep talks as he approaches the door to his residence. He doesn't hesitate to open the door either, but he does brace himself for what's about to come.

About a dozen voices yell "SURPRISE!" from different corners of the living room. Tamaki is happy to see there's less people than he feared, but still a bigger number of people than he'd normally want to be in a single room with. Still, he doesn't run back to the taxi, or+

to the nearest wall. His stomach, normally twitching with anxiety in a situation like this, doesn't do anything bigger than a little flop.

The smiling faces of his friends come closer, variations of "happy birthday" being said left and right. Tamaki thanks+

them politely, the part of his head that normally fuels his fears completely entranced by the feeling of the plug in his ass- and the /memories/; Mirio's voice in his ear, the packed train around them-

"Hey, Amajiki, you're getting red, you know that?" Hadou says, right after giving him a hug, "and you don't look surprised- why don't you look surprised?"

"Why do you think?" Haya says, rolling her eyes by Hadou's side, "Togata told him."

Behind both of them, Mirio laughs sheepishly. Everyone in the room groans.

"Aw, come on!"

"Killjoy!"

"You're the /worst/!"

All the comments are long-suffering, but Tamaki is glad no one sounds actually mad. Despite himself, he /is/ sort of sorry+

for them. It must suck to have their surprise party ruined. But then again, if Mirio hadn't told him, he'd probably have passed out on the spot with everyone yelling at him out of nowhere. Or maybe he'd have gone Chimera Kraken before he could register these were his friends.

Either way, this was probably for the best.

He takes a look at Mirio, nodding absentmindedly as Hadou lists all the preparations they did for the party. Mirio is not wearing the sports tracksuit he wore when he left Tamaki on the train anymore. Instead, the well-sculpted+

expansion of his chest is pressed on an ocean blue t-shirt. His hair is still shiny with gel, so he's probably freshly showered, his right hand (the hand Tamaki bit into) neatly wrapped in bandages.

Then he notices Tamaki is looking. He smiles wide and raises his eyebrows pointing at the bandaging in his hand. Tamaki squirms, his ass pressing on the plug, making him shiver slightly.

"- and then Togata wasn't here even though he had to open the door for us! And he wasn't picking up his phone either! We didn't know what to do."

"Now that you mention it," Haya says, turning to look at Mirio, "we waited forever here. What were you even doing?"

Mirio smirks, knowingly, as if he was thinking of a very funny joke.

"Quirk practice," he says, pointing at his bandaged hand.

No one really knows why Tamaki blushes.

(~end)

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