The Fact That Tamaki, Upon Looking At The Villain Right In Front Of Him, Knowing He Will Take A Direct

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Tamaki🦋

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Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x AFAB! Reader

Premise: You learn something about Tamaki after a night out celebrating his birthday.

W/C: 2310

A/N: My quiet boys deserve all the love. Happy Birthday Tamaki 💜 (sorry if it’s slightly OOC, I’m a little rusty on MHA)

Warnings/Contains: Alcohol use/drunk sex, Breeding Kink, vaginal penetration (unprotected), cream pie, slight cum play, oral (fem receiving), Cockwarming/Somnophilia (implied)

Tamaki rarely drank. His anxiety generally getting the better of him, too worried he might do something embarrassing while drunk. He had already improved drastically in the years you knew him. No longer a nervous wrecking ball, but still shaky when it came to his liquor. If he drank, it was usually only one fruity concoction. Tamaki is a lightweight and why drink something that tasted bad? One drink was usually his max.

Tonight was different. He finally felt comfortable enough in front of you, Mirio and Nejire to let loose. You guys were celebrating him after all.

Even when he was only tipsy, his words became looser. It was actually hard to pull him away from his friends, chatting a mile a minute. However, it was getting late, he was three drinks in, and you were tasked with getting the drunk Pro-Hero home. He got quiet once it was just the two of you. The chatter of the bar no longer encouraged his voice.

He was cognizant enough to get himself home, but the fact that you were there… He simply put the majority of his weight into his arm around your shoulders and let you lead the way.

Finally reaching his bedroom, gently flinging his body toward the bed, “C’mon let’s get you undressed.” Tamaki groaned in protest, cheeks flushed with alcohol with his hair strewn across his face. He looks so pretty like this. You start unbuttoning his pants, simply wanting him to sleep comfortably. Going to pull them down, forcefully tugging at the waistband. The dead weight of his plastered state not helping you in the slightest by lifting his hips. You finally get them down his legs. Boxers sliding down a few inches in the process. Shoes already thrown off near the front door. You toss his pants in the general direction of his laundry hamper.

If you couldn’t see his eyes open behind the purple curtain of locks, you’d think he was asleep already. But he’s watching you. Watching your every move intently, even though his eyes appear glazed over.

You start unfastening the bottom button of his shirt. Fingers fumbling, trying to focus through your own tipsy haze. Suddenly there’s a heat wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward as your body crashes on top of his. Lips colliding as he rolls over on top of you. You can feel how hard he is against you. That wasn’t there seconds prior, was it? When he was laying flat on his back, only his boxers blocking your view. His bulge on full display…

His tongue slides across your lower lip. His one hand still pinning your wrist above your head. You moan at the sensation, allowing him access. You can taste the fruity sting of his alcohol across your tongue. He’s drunk. The taste is inviting, luring you further into his embrace. He’s drunk. Moaning into your mouth, only making wetness pool between your legs. He’s drunk. You never want him to stop.

“We’re drunk..” you finally gather enough brain cells to push him back slightly. Just enough to get your words out.

He grinds his hard-on against your clothed body, “It’s not like this is our first time.” Voice hushed as he leans in again. Turning your head causing his lips to catch your cheek.

“You need to sleep it off, we can do this in the morning.” Hands weakly shoving at his muscular form. A feeble attempt to roll him away from you. He starts nibbling down the side of your neck as you speak. Between kisses he mumbles into your skin, “or… we could… do both.” The noise that leaves your mouth contradicts everything you’ve been saying. You know the right thing is to stop, but your body craves him.

With your free hand you guide his lips back to yours, no longer trying to fight the urge. Fingers trailing back to grip amethyst hair, keeping his warm lips against yours. You need to drown in him. You shift your legs to wrap around his waist, short dress rising up around your hips. Feeling the warmth of him through your panties only fuels the fire in your gut. He ruts against you, forcing mutual moans onto each other’s tongues. He pulls back, only to work at getting your dress over your head. The garment discarded somewhere in the dimly lit room. Fingers going back to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt. Too eager. When two buttons remain he’s pulling it up and over his head. Tossed the opposite direction as the dress.

His muscles ripple and contract with the motion. You can’t help yourself, fingertips ghosting over the definition in his abs. Trailing lower to his v-line as you admire his chest and biceps. You still can’t get over Tamaki’s toned body, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. He is a Pro-Hero after all, it’s kind of a requirement.

Your dress had a built in bra, so you’re left with your thong and his boxers blocking your path. He leans down to capture your lips in a quick peck. Quickly trailing down your neck and chest. Goosebumps erupting across your skin at his featherlight kisses. Nipples perking in the cool air of the room. Hooking his fingers into your waistband as he continues nipping down your stomach. “T’- Maki,” you moan into his touch. Protesting as he ignores your breasts. Hot breaths fanning across your skin.

Tamaki pulls the little fabric down your legs in one quick swoop. A shaky breath inhaled as the atmosphere makes itself known across your heat. His hands are instantly on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him and pushing your legs back. You can feel the wetness between your folds as they part ways. “Fuck…” He mutters before losing all composure. 

A flat tongue runs down the middle of your cunt. Warm and wet. A welcome difference to the chill in the air. Covering as much surface area as he can, he shakes his head back and forth a few times quickly before latching onto your clit and sucking. The dramatic change in sensations pulls a cry from your lips. Head falling back against the comforter. 

Fingers gripping into your thighs. Yours gripping into the sheets below you. Hips squirming. Tamaki pulls off you with a pop as the suction breaks and you're left with a moment of relief. Lazily running the flat length of his tongue from entrance to clit twice over before quickly standing. 

He knows all the right ways to tease you. “‘Maki~,” you're calling for him at the lack of his touch. Dragging your head up to watch him shed his boxers. Stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed with you. 

His cock standing tall. Tip a deep angry pink, leaking pre. His girth makes up for his slightly above average length.

“Can I?” His words pull your gaze to his face as he generally motions, indicating that he wants to start without a condom. You’ve always used protection together. You know you’re both clean, but not really wanting to risk a pregnancy. You can feel your face flushing deeper. Swallowing any nerves, you whisper a small approval while nodding your head. You can practically see a sparkle in his eyes as you accept.

He runs his tip through your folds a few times. You can hear him holding back a reverberating groan. Head falling back before returning his focus to his actions. Gathering slick to make his entrance smoother. 

He was so much warmer against your skin compared to the typical latex you felt. The feeling makes your eyes roll back. 

“Oh~” “Fuck.” The mutual noises erupting from you as he pressed his tip into your entrance. His moan was other-worldly, louder and more pleased than usual. You tried to quiet your whimper as he steadily inched forward. You never realized how veiny Tamaki was. Unable to keep your head up at the feeling of him inside you. Nothing keeping you from feeling each other.

Tamaki stalls above you once your hips lay flush against each other. He’s panting already. Brow creased as he looked down at you. “Gods, fuck,” voice raspy with a struggle for self-restraint. 

Groans so pretty you can't stop your walls from fluttering around his girth. 

He levels his breathing slightly and starts to withdraw his hips. His prominent veins against your gummy walls makes it impossible for you to stay quiet. After a few languid strokes of his entire length he sets a steady pace. 

Pleasure steadily building in your core. Ankles hooked around his back. His hands bracing himself on either side of your head. Warm pants fill the space between your bodies as yours recoils with the force of his rutting. 

“You’re gonna look so good with my child.”

Huh? Did he just? Your eyes fly open, “You want to… What?”

One hand comes to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he speaks, “Shhh baby, I know you’d look so good. Swollen belly. Swollen breasts. All from my seed.” He groans and nuzzles into your neck. 

HUH. Although you had known him for years you only started dating about five months ago. Sure you had mentioned getting married before, but kids were not part of the discussion yet.

His hand trails from your face down to rub circles on your nub. “Fuck ‘Maki!” You scream at the contact. He’s not giving you time to process. Brain quickly turns to mush as you fall over the edge. He kept urging you through it, “Imma put a baby in you if it’s the last thing I do.” You never imagined that his words would have such an effect on you like this. Eyes glossed over meeting his purple irises. Looking so pleased with himself. 

“Can I? Ah.. inside?” He makes out between moans. Only removing his hand from your clit once your walls calm their pulsing. You’re still riding the aftershocks of your high, all you can think is to nod.

Picking up at a faster pace. You whine with every slam of your bodies together. Rhythm faltering as you feel him release inside you. 

The feeling is indescribable. Suddenly warmth oozes from your womb into the rest of you. Feeling even more full than with just his cock filling you. 

“Yea? You like having my seed coat your walls?” You must not be hiding the curious pleasure plastered across your face very well. “We’re not wasting any of this.” He gently grinds himself into you, trying to get impossibly closer. His lips claiming yours as his release slowly leaks out of you. 

The kiss is slow and passionate. Filled with his love and appreciation for what you just let him do. 

He tentatively pulls out, leaning his weight into his knees. Quickly replacing his dick with his fingers. Shoving his cum back inside you as it dribbles out. The act makes his erection twitch back to life, “Can I? Keep going?”

You’re surprised at how easily the sentence leaves you: “Anything for you ‘Maki.” You’re fucked out, tired and want to sleep, but want to make him happy. That inexplicable wonder across his features. It is his birthday after all... 

He eases his re-hardening length back inside you. Sensitive walls pulling whimpers from your throat. Combined releases pooling out as he tries to keep it in.

“I need to know it’ll take.” He starts rocking his hips back and forth again. Instead of folding you into a mating press as you expected, he pulls your legs flush against his abs and chest. Wrapping one arm around them to keep them stable as you bounce against his dick. 

His other hand comes down to rest on your belly bulge. “I need to know this is it.”

His thumb weasels its way to sit against your bundle of nerves. The undulating motion of your bodies causes enough friction to quickly build your orgasm again. You're a mewling mess under his touch. “Fuck. You’ll look so good. So pretty. A-All for me. Our family.”

Both moaning into the heavy air of the bedroom as you finish together this time. Walls spasming around his twitching length. Takami doesn’t pull out this time. Exhaustion getting to both of you as he releases your legs and collapses into your chest. “I’m just… gotta keep you plugged,” he slurs into your body. 

His words cause you to involuntarily clench around his overly sensitive member. Whimpering in response to the added stimulation.

“I hope they have your eyes…” it’s barely above a whisper as his breathing levels out. Sleep finally takes over his body. You’re quick to follow, feeling so bloated with his cock and releases. Thoughts of you starting a family flickering across your dreams.

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Throwing his t-shirt over your head, you wander into the kitchen. Yawning, rubbing your eye with one hand as the other sits on your lower stomach. “So… are we going to talk about last night? I woke up cleaned up, and you're making breakfast… so clearly you’re aware on some level of what happened last night.” You chuckle, honestly expecting him to have been too drunk to remember anything. 

He turns to face you, clearly looking at the way you hold your abdomen. He scratches the back of his neck and looks away as he speaks, “Fuck, I’m sorry… I never really asked you if you wanted kids. I just… You mean so much to me and I— I’ve always wanted to do that. I was just too nervous to ask.”

Walking over to place your hands on his waist, a small smile across your face, “‘Maki, if you think we’re ready for kids…” You didn't exactly know how to continue. Luckily he understood your meaning, cheeks flushing a deeper red. Cupping your cheeks, he leans in to kiss you. 

“Maybe we should get married first.” He smiles against your lips. 

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MEN WHO ARE SECRETLY PUSSY HOUNDS. (✿˶˘ ³˘)

⋆ ft. izuku, tamaki, megumi, tobio 𓌹-𓌺

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Izuku never fails to stand tall in the face of whatever comes his way. The man is an unyielding force in his resolve if he believes in what he’s doing.

Such a statement is simply a fact of life. It’s like declaring that the sky is blue, grass is green, and Midoriya Izuku happens to be the single most determined man you’d ever met.

He’s clever, wicked smart and, as he’s gotten older, he’s managed to get a handle on his nervous stuttering and rambling.

Hell, if you watched him in an interview now, you wouldn’t think to associate him with the humiliating first interview he’d had right out of school that managed to make him go viral overnight. The comments were not kind.

So, as calm and well spoken as Izuku is today, you never expected him to be such a….. such a pussy hound for you. It’s the best way you can describe it.

Izuku fucking loves that tight little pussy of yours in such a gut wrenching manner that he day dreams about it often enough it’s resulted in Bakugou smacking him upside the head to “pay fucking attention,” more than once during department meetings.

The scenarios that run rampant through his mind are more than enough to send all his blood rushing below his bellybutton while he’s at his desk. With the way his stomach clenches and the ache that burns and nags at him to just get. inside. your. fucking. pussy. — well, he’s sure his briefs are sticking to the tip of his cock in the most lewd way.

So, Izuku takes a long lunch.

Just like that, as soon as he gets home, Izuku becomes the stuttering, blushing, babbling mess he was not so long ago. He strides into your kitchen, snaking his arms around your waist and groans when he smells the sweet vanilla scent of your lotion on your neck.

You easily let him grip your hips and lift you up onto the edge of the counter, fingers slipping into your soft sleep shorts and tugging them down and off your ankles. Izuku kisses you frantically, shoving his pants to mid thigh and allowing his cock to bob free and smack his stomach.

He shivers, giving you the prettiest high pitched whine that shoots straight to your pussy when his heavy dick starts stretching you a bit too eagerly. His lips part and his cheeks blossom with a blush so intense you’re sure steam will come from his ears as he bottoms out.

It’s too much too quickly and when you hiss, sinking your nails into his shoulders, all he can do is bury his face in your throat and whimper in apology. You can tell he’s desperate when his voice starts to shake and his hips thrust in shallow motions controlled by a mind of their own.

He babbles, “M’sorry princess, m’so sorry! Your pussy’s so good squeezing my cock, I can’t stay still. God — oh my god, please please let me fuck you!”

It’s fruitless to resist his begging. So suffice to say, you let your blubbering, stupidly hot, pussy hound of a husband use you until you’re both curling your toes and seeing stars.

Tamaki is shy on a good day.

He blushes bubblegum pink, he stammers, he avoids eye contact to the absolute best of his ability during interviews. Of course, he does manage to put on a more approachable front to face the public. If only to show impressionable children that if he can be brave, then they can, but still he struggles with his own anxiety.

It’s only common sense that everyone assumes you’re the more dominate one in the bedroom, and well, they aren’t wrong, per se.

But, there are two sides to every coin, and Tamaki is nothing if not a pussy hound for you.

Granted, his inner dog only comes out every so often, and even then he’s still a desperate puppy who seems to wiggle his way into having control.

And tonight, that’s where you find yourself.

Tamaki swears he can’t help it.

“T-Tamaki, stop!” You push at his shoulders, the warmth of his slick chest presses firmly against your tits and it does not help your resolve in any way. “Let me finish washing my hair at least,” you protest weakly, steam curling up into the air around you both, blanketing the shower in a fog.

Tamaki whines childishly into your throat, sucking at the hollow of it until you shudder in his hold. His fingers tighten on your hips, thumbs tracing the bone softly.

“Please pretty girl, I need you so bad. I wanna feel your pussy sucking on my cock. I’ve wanted it all day,” he pleads against your collarbone, voice pitching higher, dragging out the words at the end as he complains continuously.

He’s been at this for almost the entirety of your mutual shower and, really, it’s not as if you don’t want to have sex with him, you just wanted to finish cleaning off first! Decidedly, you lace your fingers in his drenched purple hair and yank until he pulls back and meets your gaze.

His face is a pretty rosy pink and his eyes are so hooded they’re almost shut, no trace of your shy husband to be found as he stares you down with a searing heat.

Within a heart beat of your agreement he spins you, pushing a hand into the middle of your back and tugging on your hip until your ass is sticking out. You yelp, catching yourself with palms meeting cool tile.

His cock is full and jumps steadily when he rolls his hips to drag it over the lips of your pussy, gasping softly and hanging onto your waist with an iron grip until his weeping tip catches. Then he’s sliding inside and stretching you out completely with one sharp thrust.

One low moan of his name and Tamaki’s wrenching you back to meet each desperate push of his hips. The smack of your skin is so loud it makes your face burn, and the force of it pulls you up onto your toes to keep your balance. This man’s got you biting your fingers just to keep yourself grounded.

Your poor husband’s been so worked up all day that when his panting turns into stuttered breaths and cut off whimpers after about three minutes, you’re not surprised.

“Oh, oh god, I’m gonna cum baby, wanna cum inside. Please can I?” He pleads, eyes glued to where his cock disappears inside your pussy and returns even shinier than before.

He’s crying out, shoving his dick to the root inside you and stuffing you full before you finish nodding yes.

But, it doesn’t bother you much that he finished so fast. Soon after, a soft, warm tongue starts playing with your clit, lazily eating your pussy until you’re licked clean of his release and squirting on his face.

Megumi pretends to be aloof. He pretends that he’s cool, collected, and apathetic. As if nothing ruffles his feathers, and to give him credit, he can be those things.

Yet, he’s also much more. Once you sneak past his prickly exterior, Megumi is the kind of guy who cares so violently that he has to pretend he doesn’t or it’ll tear him to shreds. Actions speak louder than words with him.

Most people aren’t privy to the softer side of your sweet husband and he maintains his uncaring attitude to the majority nonetheless. Like it’s some kind of secret.

So you’re sure people would be unfathomably shocked to find that Megumi can and has, on several occasions, dissolved into a messy, needy, unraveled pussy hound when it comes to you.

When Megumi falls into this sort of mood, he really lets go. He’s been sending you increasingly toe curling texts and pictures all day while you were at work and you just knew what was coming once you returned home.

You find the dark haired man sitting on your couch, shorts and briefs shoved to his thighs and t-shirt rumpled at his collar bone. Slender fingers curl tightly around his cock, jerking himself off slowly, a delicious peachy blush trailing from his cheeks to his nipples.

His head raises up when he spots you, eyes heavy and smoldering when he reaches a hand out to you and makes a grabbing motion.

“C’mere baby, want you so bad,” he murmurs pitifully, hips rolling up to meet his hand when he drags it back down his shaft. You raise an eyebrow in amusement and he pushes out his lower lip.

“You need it that bad Megumi?” You tease, sauntering over to the couch to get a better look at him. He scowls in return but his hand never leaves his cock, thumb swiping over the head which makes him bite harshly onto his lower lip.

He sinks down a little lower into the couch, browns pinched together to emphasize his pretty little pout. “Don’t be mean. Just ride me.” He pauses, eyeing you. “Please.”

“Awfully demanding for someone who needs my pussy so badly, aren’t you?” The smug smile on your face makes Megumi huff indignantly.

You don’t waste much more time teasing after that, too riled up from all the filthy texts he’d sent you throughout the day.

You strip off your clothes until you’re bare. Megumi kicks off his shorts and yanks his shirt off in similar fashion, tossing them aside carelessly. You crawl onto the couch and straddle his lap, raising on your knees and steadying him at the base until you smoothly sit all the way down on his cock.

Megumi’s hands fly to your waist, head tossing backwards and eyes rolling back with a throaty moan when he finally gets the unrelenting tight squeeze on his dick that he’s been longing for since he woke up this morning.

You thread a hand through the hair at the base of his skull and pull until he looks you straight in the eye. He looks pussy drunk already with his glassy eyes and pink cheeks, jaw hanging open as his chest heaves. To think, you haven’t even moved yet.

You ride him slowly at first, listening to his bitten off gasps each time you sit back down. When you start to pick up the pace, Megumi’s eyes widen and his nails pinch your hips.

Megumi pleads with you to no avail. “Oh fuck, your pussy feels amazing princess, I can’t.” His voice takes on the whiny quality that you adore. “Please, s-slow down baby or I’m gonna cum.”

You don’t slow down. You kiss him sweetly, brace a hand on one shoulder, tangle the other in his hair again and fuck him until his breaths are shuddering remnants of a sob and he’s limp on the couch beneath you.

Tobio, without sugar coating it, is arrogant. Don’t get it wrong, he absolutely can back that confidence up with the seemingly natural intelligence he has when it comes to volleyball, but he’s clueless with relationships. Not to mention he has zero filter.

But he’s kind. He’s sweet, and you love Tobio so much for trying his very best to understand the ins and outs of what it means to be a good boyfriend to you. He becomes such an easygoing version of himself when he’s alone with you and you get more enamored with him by the day.

That’s why you’re sure people, mainly Hinata, would pay good money for the information that “the king” is a desperate fiend for you. Your very own personal pussy hound.

Tobio commands the court, but he melts into the mattress and becomes something akin to putty when you have sex.

Your usually indifferent boyfriend has been persistently begging you all night to sit on his face and now that you are, you wonder why you didn’t do it sooner.

“Jesus Tobio, you’re so good at eating pussy — fuck,” you praise, voice slipping into a whine as you roll your hips to drag your swollen clit over his velvet tongue. Your fingers tangle in silky black hair and pull until Tobio’s eyes flutter shut with a husky moan.

One of his hands slide from your hip to your ass and he spanks you harshly, grabbing a handful before he moves it down to squeeze the base of his cock.

You keep your heavy lidded gaze on his pretty face, chest rising and falling with choked off gasps the closer you get to cumming. Tobio licks lazily at your pussy, pushing his tongue inside you and then sucking on your clit.

He cracks open his eyes and his stare makes you feel as if warm honey rushes through your veins instead of blood. His cotton candy pink cheeks paint him as the picture of pussy drunk between your thighs, whimpering when you yank on his hair that much rougher.

It doesn’t take much more for you to cum with a shiver and then Tobio’s wildly shoving you down his body until his heavy cock is nestled against your pussy.

“Baby please,” Tobio whines, large hands kneading your ass and spreading you until cool air brushes over you. “I was good yeah? So let me put my cock inside you.”

“Why should I? You’re already about to cum, aren’t you Tobio? Just from eating a little pussy.” You can’t resist the urge to tease him, tone dripping in condescension and a wolfish grin tugging at your lips.

He glances at the wall with a frown, blush roaring back to life with a vengeance but the cock twitching rhythmically between your thighs contradicts his petty actions.

“You’re gonna cum as soon as you get inside of me.”

Your boyfriend shoots you a halfhearted glare. “No, I’m not.”

Tobio, in fact, does cum the instant you sit all the way down on his cock. His voice cracks when he does, a sweet cry of your name falling from his lips.

Lucky for you, he stays rock hard afterwards, and he only looks a little dazed. Tobio flips you both and fucks you until your pussy is raw and he has nothing left to give.