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suegikusthirdwheel · 1 year ago

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characters: tecchou, fembodied!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, i don't feel like tagging but it's really tame. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 2183

a/n: i just really love this man and i needed to write him getting dominated. anyways hi it's been like 7 months since i last wrote

Normally, Tecchou was a quiet lover.

For the most part, the most you got from him was breathing changes, soft sighs, and occasional, quiet moans. It was such a shame to you— with his deep, smooth, and low, honey-sweet voice, he was the loveliest sound you would ever hear. You couldn’t get enough— the sound of him whining into your ear, panting as he slowly became more and more blissed out— it was divine. He was divine.

You wanted more. And tonight, you were determined to get what you wanted.

Tecchou makes a soft noise as you slam him against the wall, mouth slightly parted to let ragged breaths leave his lips as you press kiss after kiss along the smooth skin of his collarbone, then up the side of his neck. The sound activates something primal within you, something feral, and makes a heat bubble up and rush through your whole body. Intoxicated, you bite down lightly into his flesh, wanting to coax another noise from him— you’re only rewarded with a light whimper, his eyelids fluttering shut, and you hum as you realize you have to take more drastic measures to get a stronger reaction. Your hand, which had previously been gripping him roughly by the collar, moves upwards, running through his hair and nestling at the base of his beautiful dark locks.

You give him no warning as you pull, yanking his head back and biting hard on the newly exposed skin, and by God you nearly salivate as you’re granted a choked moan— a real moan this time. You chance a glance at his face as you suck on his neck, and your lips curl in approval as you take in the sight. You haven’t even taken his pants off yet and he looks totally enraptured, a light blush on his face as his open mouth takes shuddering breaths. His hands find their way to your hips, lightly pressing down on them, and you slip your leg between his thighs, unintentionally rubbing against the hardness there. Tecchou’s hips buck forward, breath hitching, and your eyes narrow as you realize just how sensitive he is right now. You could do whatever you please and he would just fall apart. The thought is too tempting.

One hand still in his hair, you walk him back towards the bed and nudge him until he sits down. You climb up and straddle him, grinding against him and taking his lips into a messy kiss, relishing in the feeling as he gasps into your mouth. You give Tecchou no time to think— the moment he puts his hands on your waist to hold you steady, you’re pushing him down onto his back against the pillows, tugging on his shirt until he gets the hint and breaks the kiss just to pull it off. You’re back on him in an instant, kissing his lips, then his jaw, his neck, all the way down to his chest. Tecchou is panting by now, breathing heavily, but as you press a kiss to a nipple, you feel his hands move down and push the hem of your shirt up— he wants to be on equal footing. Smiling against his skin, you sit up and help him take it off, feeling his warm hands brush against the skin of your stomach, and desire pools even further in your core. You throw your shirt somewhere to the side, not caring where it lands.

Your pants are quick to follow— Tecchou’s hands are needy, ever wanting, and the moment your shirt is off they’re messing with the button and sliding the fabric down your thighs. It’s cute how desperate he is at this point. You lift your hips from his to let the garment slip off, taking your panties with it, and his hands roam across your thighs and backside, touch hot as he pulls you closer. It’s a flurry of gentle touches and soft kisses as you finish undressing him as well, and soon both of you are in a similar state of nudity. Though you’ve both made love countless times, there’s still a pink flush on Tecchou’s cheeks as he becomes bare for you— you make sure to kiss all across his skin to put him at ease as you sit on his thighs.

At this point, Tecchou, voice breathy, murmurs your name, and you take the hint as your eyes lock with him and you see the longing, the need. Your gaze softens, and you take pity on the poor man and reach down, finally paying attention to the place he wants you most.

You spit into your hand, press a thumb to the tip of his cock, and swipe, spreading the liquid around and pumping languidly. Tecchou’s head falls back and he lets out a shaky whimper, and your lips curl into a small smile.

“Feels good?” you purr, and he nods, blush darkening on his face. One of his hands reaches up to cover his mouth, and you click your tongue, pulling it away and lacing your fingers with his.

“You know I like it when you use your words, Hiro,” you remind him, and he shifts in bed, struggling to speak without moaning.

“S-so good…” he manages, tripping over his own words, and you hum, pleased, rewarding him by pumping a little faster. His breath quickens in response, teeth gritting. You work him gently, coaxing him towards release, listening to each telltale sign of him getting closer and closer: his breath getting heavier, his body twitching, the soft noises that he can’t fully suppress. His gaze seems far away as you look into his half-lidded eyes, and when you reach out and gently turn his face towards yours, it’s over. His whole body jerks, fists clenching at the bedsheets below him, and he cums with a deep groan. You don’t stop as he cums, instead choosing to keep moving your hand up and down his shaft, too intoxicated off his low moans to halt your actions. You drink it all in as if you were starved— he’s whimpering slightly, though he does a good job of holding it in for the most part, and his hips are subconsciously jerking away from you as you jack him off. You continue anyways. You know he would tell you if he wanted to stop.

You take pity on him relatively quickly as he whines and pants, soon slowing your hand to a stop, and his eyes are unfocused as he looks up at you. However, though you may be done with your hand, you’re not done with him fully yet.

You hesitate as you position yourself above him, hips raised as you rub his cockhead against the wetness between your legs to lubricate it.

“Is this alright, Hiro?” you ask, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable before all else, and he nods, propping himself up on the pillows so he can watch as you slowly sink onto him. His eyes are glued to the view as you slowly take him inside you, exhaling as the stretch burns a bit— he’s always been big. Still, it feels good to have him inside you, criminally good, and you can tell the feeling is mutual as Tecchou’s eyes almost roll back in his head as he watches himself disappear into you. You take him to the base and stop, noticing the shiver that runs through Tecchou’s body as you do so. It takes a second to adjust to the stretch, and you breathe deeply, feeling the pressure inside you from being penetrated like this. Once you feel ready, you rock your hips experimentally, and once you find a position you like, you put a little more force into it, starting to ride moderately.

The feeling of him sliding in and out of you is heavenly, and as you angle your hips just right he hits just the right spot inside you, causing you to let out a shameless, lewd moan. You catch Tecchou’s eyes widen and blush darken at the sound, and his hands come to rest under your thighs to help support you (and feel you up) as you ride. You appreciate it— you need all the support you can get in this position. Now that you’re in the rhythm of things, you begin to ride a little harder, slamming your hips into his and gritting your teeth at the new friction. You catch Tecchou shuddering again. Good.

Your breath is labored from exertion and from feeling good as you move, and it hitches as you reach down with your dominant hand to tap and then circle your clit. The new stimulation is divine, and soon you’re whining and panting as well as you ride and pleasure yourself. You manage to get your now bliss-hazed eyes to focus on Tecchou just for a moment to see how he’s faring, and the sight makes you clench around him. He has his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as he gasps for breath and whimpers, face painted a bright red, fingers latched tightly onto your body. You reach out, still keeping a steady pace, to stroke his face, and it’s hot to the touch. He looks ruined. Determined to keep him that way, your hand moves from his cheek down to one of the long strands of his hair, twirling the lock around your fingers before suddenly pulling it and simultaneously pressing an open mouthed kiss to his jaw. This plus the movement of your hips against his proves to almost be too much— you swear he almost sobs out your name as his eyes open from the sudden hair pulling, and they’re glazed and wet from unshed tears.

“Oh, Suehiro, darling,” you coo as you wipe them from his eyes. “Don’t cry. You’re being so good for me.”

You can feel his body under you jerk at the sudden praise, and he lets out a strangled moan— he’s always liked praise. At this point, seeing him so worked up has got you pretty close, and you move your fingers against your clit faster as you chase your high. You’re riding him hard, and as you near completion you can feel him pulsing inside you— he’s close too. You hurtle toward the edge at breakneck speed, and soon your legs start to shake as you feel the heat bubbling in your core. Your pace stutters, your body almost unable to take the increased pleasure, but then you feel Tecchou’s hands pulling you onto him, guiding you up and down, and you follow his pace, letting his strong grasp take you into ecstasy. He only has to let out one more moan, to slam you down one more time before you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

“Fuck- Hiro-” you curse lowly, and then it’s over for you— you cum hard, throwing your head back unconsciously, groaning deeply as waves of pleasure course through your body. Your muscles tense and spasm, and you grip onto Tecchou’s hair and chest like a vise as you climax. Vaguely, you register through the rush another groan, this time from him, and then warmth spilling into your body and dripping down.

You couldn’t hold it in, and he couldn’t either.

Your entire body heats up, and you try your best to keep moving through both of your climaxes— it’s difficult, but it feels so good. At this point, both of you are a mess, the air filled with the sound of moans and skin on skin, and the atmosphere is heavy from sweat and desire. Tecchou’s back arches into you, and you can feel his skin burning to the touch.

As the two of you come down from your highs and become sensitive, you slow your riding, and the moans in the air turn to soft gasps and whimpers as you eventually reach a stopping point. Tecchou’s eyes open again from where they were squeezed shut from pleasure, and the dazed look of bliss on his face makes you feel warm inside. Finally unclenching your hand from his hair, you reach out to caress his face, and he leans into the touch, looking up at you with devoted eyes that make you blush. You lean down to lie on his chest with him still inside you.

Tecchou pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and your bodies tangle together. Your skin is hot but you can’t bring yourself to separate from him, and instead you do the opposite— you nuzzle your head into his body, snuggling closer. You hear rather than see his lips part into a gentle smile.

“I love you,” you murmur, sliding your hands along his jaw and shoulders, and he runs his hands through your hair in response. He says nothing in return, but you can feel it radiating from him, the feeling practically bursting from his chest— he loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

You press your head to his chest, his heartbeat softly drumming in your ears, and, for once, you feel at ease.

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