Tag: frottage

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Naomasa/AllMight – frottage; size difference; clothed sex; semi-public; gentle dirty talk – Naomasa and AllMight are high on apprehending a villain…

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“You have to be quiet, my friend! Lest they hear us!” AllMight booms, a laugh clear in his deep voice. He leans forward, bracing himself against the rough brick wall with his elbow as he tries to peer into Naomasa’s face.

His cheeks are a deep red, forehead glinting with sweat as he tries – and fails – to get more than the very tip of one shoe onto the ground. He awkwardly sways on AllMight’s huge, fat thigh, but his arms behind his back, held casually by one of AllMights large hands, keeps him more than secure from toppling to the ground.

Next to them, an unconscious villain lies in the dirt, knocked out for good by AllMights meaty fist, and bound with Naomasa’s handcuffs.

Further down, at the mouth of the alleyway, people walk past occasionally in the cool afternoon sun.

“Y-Yagi,” Naomasa grunts, back arching. He topples forward – controlled; all controlled by AllMight’s firm grip on him – and leans his cheek against the brick wall. He’s gasping for air and trying once again to get a foot on the ground. Instead, he only manages to squeeze the needy line of his cock against the hard, warm muscles of AllMight’s fat thigh.

“You are so flushed, my friend! Are you not well?” AllMight’s voice is a little more subdued but still *too loud*, and Naomasa can’t help but whine, squirming as he tries to shake his head, grinding his forehead into the rough stone of the wall.

“Not… you can’t be so *loud*,” he whines, then gasps when AllMight shifts behind him, the motion making his thigh push up, completely lifting Naomasa off the ground now. He sees stars as his whole weight seems to push his cock down against the firm muscle, his legs – stick thin in comparison to AllMight’s ridiculous bulge – kicking around uselessly before trying to curl around him and find some kind of leverage. “What if… what if they see?” he hiccups out next, a helpless moan jolting out of him as AllMight curls his huge body above him.

Shielding him from the mouth of the alley – though his costume is too iconic to offer any real discretion.

He leans his shoulder against the brick wall and uses his freed hand to urge Naomasa farther up his thigh.

Stars explode in front of the officer’s eyes when his dick drags along the warm, hard muscle, the fabric of his underwear soaked and clinging to the head of his needy cock. It takes him a breath or two to realize that he’s now almost nestled in AllMight’s lap, the #1 hero’s cock pressing very warm and very insistent and *very* big against his ass and lower back.

From the feel of it, it must have fought its way out of the cup AllMight is undoubtedly wearing, and he wishes he had the coordination to look back and see whether AllMight is just as affected by all of this as he. Whether he looks just as ruined as Naomasa feels he has to, riding AllMight’s thigh and getting off indecently fast just because they’re in a dirty alley next to an apprehended villain…

Right out… in the open…

“Naughty,” AllMight whispers what Naomasa has been thinking, his voice, for once, pitched into a low, intimate murmur as he makes himself bend down so he can croon it right against the poor officer’s ear.

Naomasa shudders bodily, goosebumps spreading along the dip of his spine. His nipples become hard, needy points that push against the slightly scratchy fabric of his white, unassuming shirt.

AllMight’s grip on his arms loosens, and then lets go completely. Naomasa sags against the wall, his arms uselessly flopping at his sides. He has no control over his body anymore. His feet aren’t on the ground, and his weight presses his dribbling, twitching cock into AllMight’s thigh.

AllMight’s hand slides forward, his sausage fingers carefully pinching Naomasa’s slim tie between two fingertips. He brings it back over Naomasa’s shoulder, and the next moment, gentle pressure starts across his throat.

Naomasa gurgles, not because his air is starting to get cut off, but because he’s lost any semblance of control over his own body, and the shame of it all – of being rendered incoherent by nothing more than AllMight’s thick thigh between his legs to rub off on – has him flush unnaturally hot.

Sweat is sliding down his cheeks; dripping from the tip of his nose. AllMight has him completely and he’s not doing more than offer up his sturdy body for Naomasa to sit on. Behind him, he can hear AllMight’s breath; harder and deeper than usual.

The thought that he is doing this to the #1 hero; that he has him hot and bothered, his cock a warm, intimidating line along Naomasa’s lower back, has him go dizzy.

He realizes that he is close to coming into his pants like some high school kid, and tries to drag himself away from the precipice by the skin of his teeth. He is slowly on his way to fourty. He will not come in his pants.

He will not get them sticky hot with his cum just because AllMight bounced him on his thigh like a particularly benign grandpa, panting into his ear and shielding them both with his wide back from view of others.

Except that he will… and is, in fact, already doing it, body gone stiff and white noise filling his ears as his balls pulse and the hot, sticky mess starts filling the hot, tacky space around his dick.

The orgasm makes his muscles lethargic and even more unresponsive than before. He barely even notices AllMight holding on to him, keeping him from toppling to the floor while he subtly ruts against his back to his own completion…

I asked @ikkanoodles whether I could write a little something accompanying his pic of Jesse and Reyes frotting and he said yes ❤ ❤ thanks again!!

“Could at least let me finish my smoke, kid. Shit…”

Reyes lets himself get pushed back against the edge of his desk. Jesse mumbles something into the warm space beneath his chin, voice high and whiny as he presses close, arms tight around his Commander’s torso. 

McCree is young and greedy, and it shows in situations like this: When he is high off a training session done well, and cocky enough to ignore his own laughable awkwardness and be pushy about what he wants.

Reyes can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the attention or the puppy eagerness as McCree traces wet, suckling kisses against his jaw, dragging his lips against Gabriel’s goatee and seeking for his mouth.

Gabriel grins, free hand coming up to cup McCree’s cheek, helping him to angle his head better for them to make out.

“You been hot for this for a while, eh?” Reyes mumbles against Jesse’s lips, vaguely aware of the smoldering cigarette still between relaxed fingers. McCree whines again – a short affirmative as he nudges himself closer, warm breath puffing excitedly against his Commanding Officer’s lips.

“Easy now,” Reyes sighs, body twisting minimally, to better slot their hips together. Already he can feel McCree’s cock warm and insistent against his own crotch. 

“No patience,” he admonishes in a low rumble, thumb wiping soothingly against the kid’s cheekbone. He is pressing slow kisses against his quick, pretty mouth, not letting himself get deterred by Jesse’s overeager whining; how wet he’s already gotten their lips as he huffed with an open mouth, eyebrows drawn together in helpless concentration as his hips buck forward against Reyes.

It doesn’t take long until Jesse starts calming down and lets Reyes take over – lips becoming slack and receiving for the slow, indulgent kisses the Commander presses against them, eyes heavy lidded, watching the flush on McCree’s face and how it brings out the small dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

Every now and then he pulls away, breathing deep and carefully controlled as he slides his thighs farther apart and lets the kid slot more firmly in between. He’ll curl the hand with the cigarette over Jesse’s shoulder, taking a slow drag as the kid waits impatiently for more kisses, one hand sliding beneath Reyes’ hoody, pressing large and insistent and warm against the small of his back.

“That’s it,” Gabriel hums, voice smoke rough, feeding the last tendrils to the kid whenever he starts kissing him again; tongue sliding out in a slow drag first along Jesse’s lower lip, then dipping inside teasing and shallow because McCree was too easy too please; too quick to distract by his own cock bumping against an answering bulge, hips jerking and rutting forward.

“Shit… yeah…” Gabriel sighs, tugging at the kid’s too long hair absent minded, feeling the gun calluses against his back when Jesse starts petting him there.

He jerks when a sharp tone slices through the warm, panting cocoon they wrapped around themselves, turning away from Jesse’s suckling, needy kisses to peer behind him at his desk. There next to his steaming cup of coffee was his phone, display alight, moving slightly across the wood with the force of the vibrations.

He thinks about taking the call for about three seconds before Jesse is moving, hands sliding down and gripping the plump swell of Reyes’ ass – really digging in and pulling him towards his rocking hips, and… yeah. Yeah, whoever’s calling can try again later when he’s not busy.

Reyes even helps McCree then; lets himself get pushed up onto the edge of his desk, thighs spreading for the kid in welcome, heavy boots crossing loosely behind the backs of his knees as McCree starts humping him with vigor, sweet, high sounds spilling from his throat, cheek lying almost dream like against his commanding Officer’s broad shoulder as he dry humps and gropes.

Gabriel wants to be annoyed by his puppy enthusiasm – wants to scoff and push him away and tell him to fucking learn a thing or two before coming here again – but he can’t. He’s too much into this; how greedy McCree is, unabashedly chasing his orgasm, rutting against him in small, desperate motions that make his head feel like it was filled with cotton.

He liked rubbing one off against McCree, dry humping like teenagers in his smoke filled office, listening to his hot, little sounds of need and hugging his hard body to his own.

He maybe wouldn’t admit to it freely – but he liked it. Very much, so.