Mirko taunting Fatgum as she gets ready to peg him. The BMI hero is on all fours, naked, skin flushed from embarrassment as Rumi plays with his ass. She sinks her fingers in his hole, licking her lips, and then kneads the skin of his ass: it's not every day, she+
mutters, that she finds a man thicker than her to fuck.
Her strap is thick and long; way thicker than her fingers. It's also bright orange, and Toyomitsu didn't know why until she asks, dead serious, if he wants her carrot.
Fatgum starts laughing, but the sound becomes a rough+
grunt when that thick head finds his rim, entering him. Rumi takes him slow at first, enjoying the way he stops talking; the way he grunts and clenches his fists and takes her.
Then, she starts moving. Rumi fucks him relentlessly, making him scream. He's so big she can't kiss+
him properly, and he probably won't feel it if she bites him. The only thing she can do is taunting him; call him names, and stroke her massive cock with one hand.
It barely covers it, but it's enough: Fatgum is coming almost instantly, moaning her name.
Tamaki has had bad luck in the dating world. His two relationships crashed and burned. At this point, his hopes aren't high: he thinks he'll probably die alone, but he wants to get laid.
It helps that he's a /little/ drunk when he fills in the profile. Otherwise, he might not have dared to take that picture of his abs in front of the nearest mirror. But the app wants even /more/ pictures, and he's not quite drunk enough to start a whole photoshoot. So+
he adds a few pictures of his gallery: two landscape pictures, his favorite dish and his dog. He sets up his profile and goes to make himself another drink, sure that he'll have to wait a little.
And waiting he does. There's a lot of people, but he finds himself+
The one awful thing about fucking Fatgum is that you can't bite him.
It kind of sucks, but it's true: whenever Tamaki tries to give him a bite, his teeth sink in his fat, like pretty much any other sharp object. Even when he tries with+
all his might, he can't. And it drives him absolutely insane.
Kirishima and Tetsu say they don't mind it, but Tamaki can hardly measure himself with them: they haven't been here as long as he has. They haven't gone through the frustration, the /helplessness/ of wanting to mark+
him, just a little, and finding it impossible.
It's silly. Tamaki doesn't own Fat: no one can, and it's not like any of them /want to/. /Especially/ not Tamaki, with Mirio, and their entangle of a relationship where he can't tell where one finishes and the other ends.
#EndHawks, first date
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I think one of my favorite things about Hawks (at least the way I see him) is that he looks relaxed, right? Chill guy? /Let's-wait-and-see/ guy? But he isn't.
Man is a micro-manager. He would never, heaven forbid, /tell/ someone what to do, but+
he'll pull at the strings in any way he can to ensure the outcome will be what /he/ wants.
It's a survival ability. When he was with the commission, it was about survival: as a tool, he couldn't have wishes, and voicing them out would have been admitting that he was defective.
So he learned to find his way around restrictions; to convince others that they wanted what he wanted.
So, when it's time for his date with Enji, micro-managing birb plans absolutely everything out almost obsessively: he researches the restaurant and the meals and makes sure+
Fatgum bench pressing Mirko. Just- this huge beast of a man mounting her. He feels heavy on top of her, so much she almost can't breathe. When she is on top, she goes fast. When he is on top, he fucks her slow. As if he wanted to torture her: she can feel every inch+
of that massive cock ripping her insides.
It feels like it takes forever. Her orgasm builds up and she's screaming, first taunting him, but Fatgum never takes the bait. He keeps his pace steady but brutal, plays with her breasts, his hands so massive he can massage them both+
with one, while his other hand holds her hips in place.
She hates him while it happens, but the pay off is fucking worth it: she comes with her whole body, toes curling and body shaking and growls breaking her throat. She's pretty sure she kicks, too, but her leg rarely does+
Tamaki jolts, his hands clinging to this guy's shoulders to steady himself. They break the kiss with a wet 'pop.' The sound reminds Tamaki of the champagne- he /probably/ shouldn't+
shouldn't have mixed that with beer. And he definitely shouldn't have mixed the two together with sake. He's way drunker than he thought. The room wavers when he moves, and he has to cling to the guy's shoulders to try and stay in two feet.
The guy he was kissing (Dai? Tai?) doesn't seem to mind. His body is a tad lankier than Tamaki would've liked, but he still feels solid, with big hands that close on Tamaki's ass. Kissing him was good, too: a little too wet, but hot. His breath tastes of+
Mirio has a knack for voyeurism. He likes the idea if being watched. Whenever Tamaki is inside him, he likes to close his eyes and imagine a crowd watching him. He imagines the hundreds, maybe thousands of hands flying off to+
so many strangers' pants: hundreds or thousands of people jerking off to /him/.
At a point, Tamaki starts watching conferences. Mirio has no idea why he wants to hear people talk about science stuff when they're not at school, but it works wonders for his kink. Whenever Tamaki+
plays those, he locks himself off in the nearest bathroom to jerk off, imagining himself in the middle of a lecture, naked, his boyfriend's hand lazily curled around his cock to distract him, almost nonchalantly, as if he was an annoying pet asking for attention. He always+