cw// nafw, anal, rimjob, tantacles, rough sex
Tamaki hates flavored lube.
He's always eating weird stuff at work, to feed his quirk, but he doesn't want to taste weird shit when he's having sex. He doesn't want his mouth tasting like cough syrup.
Tamaki hates flavored lube.
He's always eating weird stuff at work, to feed his quirk, but he doesn't want to taste weird shit when he's having sex. He doesn't want his mouth tasting like cough syrup.
It makes Mirio laugh, how much he hates it. He doesn't mind either way, but he can't help doubling off with laughter whenever Tamaki glares at a poor innocent lube tube.
And yes, if Mirio makes the mistake of prepping himself with flavored lube he can+
And yes, if Mirio makes the mistake of prepping himself with flavored lube he can+
count on Tamaki not putting his mouth anywhere near there. No, no tentacles either. "I can taste with those!" He says, with a shudder. He loves Mirio, he really does, but that thing tastes /horrible/.
Yes, Mirio begs. It's very cute to see, but Tamaki still won't give in. He /can't/.
And sure, Mirio could just wash himself, but there's no more lube in their apartment and he /really/ wants to get fucked right now.
And sure, Mirio could just wash himself, but there's no more lube in their apartment and he /really/ wants to get fucked right now.
Mirio ends up getting a tentacle dildo and fucking himself on it instead. The feeling is- nice enough, but it's not like Tamaki's tentacles. It doesn't quiver and move inside him; it doesn't grow more suction cups to touch him /everywhere/. It doesn't tease /that/ spot just+
right; when he whines, his hand goes slightly off, and he's missing that spot again.
Eventually, he's about to give in: it's not enough. Maybe he can run to the convenience store if he runs fast enough.
Eventually, he's about to give in: it's not enough. Maybe he can run to the convenience store if he runs fast enough.
Except Tamaki is already done with his tantrum: hearing Mirio so desperate never fails to get him hard again, no matter what kind of atrocity he'd made him taste.
Since he can't just let it go, he lets go of his own rule for one night to lick Mirio clean of that disgusting+
Since he can't just let it go, he lets go of his own rule for one night to lick Mirio clean of that disgusting+
thing. His boyfriend squirms and screams, but Tamaki makes sure to keep him right at the edge. Just when he's about to come, he stops, until Mirio is begging him to let him come. /Please/.
Tamaki swallows hard, the taste of that awful strawberry syrup still stuck to the roof of his mouth. He swallows, even spits on their floor, but the taste is still /there/.
To make up for the loss of his taste buds, he pulls Mirio's legs over his shoulders. He fucks+
To make up for the loss of his taste buds, he pulls Mirio's legs over his shoulders. He fucks+
him hard, impaling him in a single go and thrusting hard. Mirio screams at every thrust, shivering. He can't even form a single coherent sentence.
By the time Tamaki comes, he's pretty sure he's ascended to some alternative dimension; some higher state of existence. He+
By the time Tamaki comes, he's pretty sure he's ascended to some alternative dimension; some higher state of existence. He+
feels out of his body, disconnected, and so thoroughly messed up he has no idea how he'll wake up next morning. In his brain there's nothing but a single, very simple idea.
He needs to get more flavored lube.
(~end)
He needs to get more flavored lube.
(~end)
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