Tag: fingering

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

AllMight/EraserMic – SmallMigt; Impotence; Body Worship; Anal Orgasms – Hizashi and Aizawa take care of their man.

Toshinori is breathing quickly, then has to cough. He grimaces at the taste of blood and the spatter of it against the inside of his arm. Aizawa is there a moment later, face set in his neutral, almost tired expression.

He wipes at Toshinori’s mouth and chin with a damp towel, face going grim for a moment as Toshinori tries to turn his head away in embarrassment, then relaxing again when he becomes still once more with a sigh.

Next, his arm is being cleaned. Aizawa’s actions are at odds with his face: they are gentle and doting; very much attentive despite the heavy lidded stare of his eyes.

Hizashi is close by, his fingers still around Toshinori’s cock, though his tight slick grip has eased off into a loose, gentle hold. Toshinori is not hard, embarrassingly so, but it has still been exciting enough to send him into a coughing fit.

Hizashi stares at him intently over the rim of his triangular glasses. His shockingly bright eyes are assessing and heated. It still throws Toshinori for a loop to know that they don’t mind the large ugly scar, or his emaciated body; his feeble coughing, or, yes, the blood.

They are good boyfriends. The best, in fact. Aizawa slides in on his other side, murmuring something indistinct. He nudges and prods and bullies until Toshinori is on his side – the one without the scar – sandwiched securely between their naked bodies. Aizawa runs hotter than Hizashi. He is a brand at Toshinori’s back as he wordlessly urges one of his long, boney legs up, pointy knee sliding across Hizashi’s hip until the other holds it secure where it is.

He does not have enough power to fight against them and that makes it even more exciting.

Hizashi’s hand is still around his limp cock and when he squeezes around it, twisting his wrist as if he wants to jack him off, Toshinori becomes suddenly aware of his body’s failings again. He takes a deep breath, then concentrates so he doesn’t start coughing again.

He closes his eyes tightly and presses his forehead against Hizashi’s shoulder.

“Cute~~” Hizashi hums. Toshinori can feel himself flushing a dull, furious red.

And behind him, Aizawa slips one long, slender finger into him.

.o.

There’s no time feeling embarrassed anymore. There is barely enough time for him to breathe between the deep, almost aching waves of orgasm that have his whole body convulsing, centered around the shivering clenches of his anal walls.

Aizawa has hooked his chin across Toshinori’s shoulder. They’re both so close; right up in his personal space, breathing his air, watching every minute ecstatic twitch of his face as he comes for them, cock still limp and useless but his orgasms almost more intense for it.

It is… embarrassing how deeply they watch him come for them, but their warm hands are petting at his sides and they are murmuring encouragement, and that makes it easier.

Even Aizawa is positively cooing at him as he idly rounds the swell of his prostate, letting him get down from his recent orgasm but not letting the waves abate fully before he starts working him over once more.

Toshinori is sure he can’t come any more. He’s sure his heart will explode if he has just one more orgasm, but Hizashi is kissing at his mouth, his little fancy mustache tickling Toshinori’s upper lip.

“Gorgeous,” Hizashi croons, his hand travelling down again, slipping between Toshinori’s thighs. He’s not circling his long fingers around his cock this time, though; rather, he is cradling Toshinori’s sac, thumb pressing gentle but firm between the testicles, separating them in the delicate, warm skin.

Toshinori squirms. He can’t help the little “hah.. hah… hah”s he’s making. His belly is trembling again, muscles twitching and clenching down occasionally as Aizawa’s finger makes him get closer and closer towards another deep orgasm.

Hizashi kisses him when he comes, deep and intrusive, his tongue diving deep and dragging along his teeth while Toshinori can’t do anything about it except try to keep his mouth open while his body convulses and his insides turn into a hot liquid mess by the feel of it.

When Hizashi finally lets off of him, there is drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and he has trouble focusing properly.

He feels weird; almost… stuffy as if he is having a cold; and it takes his overworked brain a minute or two to figure out that Aizawa has activated his Quirk to keep Toshinori from accidentally becoming AllMight.

Aizawa hums, the lightheadedness vanishing as he snuggles closer, his finger slowly retreating to leave Toshinori’s hole clenching down on nothing, wet with lube and swollen from all the attention. He sidles closer still, nudging his naked cock against the back of his thigh, his warm breath puffing against Toshinori’s neck.

“Think you can take us?” he murmurs, voice so deep Toshinori can feel it in his bones. The thought of them fucking him now; him limp and helpless and still twitching from past orgasms is… it’s good, and scary.

How they can manipulate his emaciated body with ease; just put him however way they like it to slide their cocks deep and force however many more orgasms out of him…

“Yes” he croaks finally, all nervous and excited, reaching back to grab at Aizawa’s hip. “Please…”

6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Reaper/D.Va – fingering, restraints, very slight medical kink, milking – DVa got Reaper strapped to a medical chair and fingers him for the first time. (consensual despite what it looks like at first)

He is working against her bindings like a wild animal. His muscles bulge and shift as he struggles, hands balled into fists, thighs shaking with the effort to pull his feet out of the tight bindings around his ankles.

“Hana,” he growls, voice vibrating through the chair she got him in and into the ground. She can feel it in her toes and it makes her giggle, swallowing down her nervousness. Sombra already said that he’s a big ol’ meanie when he’s horny and embarrassed, and she figures there’s little more embarrassing for a big guy like him to be strapped down on a gynecological chair.

“Open them,” he hisses. She can’t look him in the eyes because she is pretty sure they are glowing red which is always unsettling. Instead, she steps closer and between his legs. She pets his thighs and her heart thumps a bit harder at just how big and muscular they are.

“Come now. It’s only a game. You don’t want to be the loser, do you?” She will definitely not open the bindings when he’s in a mood like that. He roars at her, body forcefully coming up, trying to rip himself free, but ultimately having to lie back again. He looks petulant; his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and stares off to the side.

Hana lets him pout and touches his cock because that usually mollifies him. He’s got a nice big cock; heavy and thick with big balls that she can’t get enough off. They lie in her hand, warm and living and deliciously hefty.

He does relax, a bit. His knees slowly move apart, the muscles on the inside of his thighs stretching deliciously. God, but they are thick. She has to have him sit on her face one of these days. Let her suffocate herself between his cheeks.

She needs to work him up to it, though. Like her small fingers sneaking behind his big heavy balls, rubbing against the baby soft skin of his taint and watching him put his head back, thick neck exposed, chest heaving as he sucks in a long breath. He’s not yet realized what she’s about to do, but he’s no dummy.

He’s also sensitive; because when she does finally touch his hole, he jerks, head snapping up, staring at her incredulous, and Hana has to duck her head and just power through before she loses all gumption. She wishes Sombra was here to talk her through it. But alas.

He is raging again by the time she gently, carefully pushes a finger in. He looks like his eyes are going to bulge out of his skull. Like he needs a bit to chew on. She’s never seen him as mad as now; but he’s yet to dissolve into smoke and glide out of his constraints.

Only when the second finger is in does she start to fuck him. Slow and rhythmically; dragging the pads of her fingers along his walls and feeling just how hot and wet he is inside. Every now and then she can hear a soft hitch in his breath; a little stutter that bolsters her confidence.

She doesn’t say anything. She feels like he might snap if she said something smart now, so she just keeps quiet as she fucks him on two dainty fingers and gets all hot and needy at his sensitivity. She clenches her thighs together; tries to get a bit of pressure against her clit as she slowly, gently curls a hand around his cock that’s gotten hard almost like an afterthought.

Hana wants to praise at him and coo at him; tell him how sweet he’s being for her. But instead she bites her lips and just watches as his muscles relax and his voice becomes a bit breathy and high-pitched. He’s honest to God whimpering, and it is doing things to her. By the time the first drops of suspiciously thick pre-cum start rolling along the tip of his cock, he’s carefully, shyly fucking back on her, his toes curling in the air.

God, she wishes Sombra were here to play with him. She knows how to make him sing for them.