touchstarved!fatgum who isn’t used to receiving romantic attention. sure, he’s got fans but he can’t remember the last time he went on a date
touchstarved!fatgum who’s floored by your earnest, yet obviously sexual, interest in him
touchstarved!fatgum who worries about his size because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but the second he slides a single finger inside your pussy, he feels you flutter along the digit, sucking him in deeper
touchstarved!fatgum who is patient and caring, a direct contrast to your wild pleas and helpless cries begging him to fill you
touchstarved!fatgum who trains your pussy for weeks before he finally feels like you can take him. “that’s my girl,” he says while you rock your hand against him, two of his fingers stretching you open. “taking me in so good, honey.”
touchstarved!fatgum who finally feels you slide down on the thick column of his cock, your pants and whines while you struggle to make him fit - “don’t help tai,” you brush his hands away, sinking down another inch. “let me take you nice and slow so I can get used to your fat cock”
touchstarved!fatgum who fills you over and over with cum, heavy breeder balls soaked in your arousal, the space where he’s plugging you up oozing creamy white
once again only thinking about taishiro being so sweet and so loving, but at the same time, he's such a bully. he'll keep you sobbing and overstimulated on his tongue all night if he really wanted to, milking orgasm after orgasm out of you, lapping at your poor puffy cunt like he'll never get to eat again. When is mouth finally leaves your abused pussy, he still doesn't give you what you've been begging for. He's still not done with his snack, after all. Instead of his achingly hard dick all you get is his incredibly thick fingers as his mouth gets to work on his second favorite meal. titties. Being 8ft tall means it's unfortunately impossible to stuff you full of his cock and indulge himself, and unfortunately for you he's a greedy man when it comes to you. He'll keep you like this until he's decided he's satisfied, but even then, he doesn't stop torturing you. He doesn't want to just immediately fuck up into you and let this beautiful display end, so instead he keeps you held still so he can shamelessly marvel at how well you take him, cooing at you sweetly while also calling you greedy for wanting more when you've cum oh so much. maybe he keeps you there longer than he originally planned, just to be extra cruel. <3
𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 -> mute Gn! Reader gets attacked while walking home only for their husband Fatgum to come running (May 5, 2020)
𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 -> soulmate taste AU! Female reader is a baker, after all few encounters with Amakiji she delivers a cake to Fatgums office. (May 5, 2020)
ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 -> female reader! Fatgum gets called away on a mission a day before her due date for pregnancy. (May 5, 2020)
𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 -> Gn! Reader gets lonely while Fatgum stays late at the office. (May 6, 2020)
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕥 -> the heat kills Gn! Reader’s appetite head cannons (May 7, 2020)
𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜-> inbox request: for secret relationship with Gn! sidekick! (May 10, 2020)
𝕆𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕-> inbox request: for Gn! Reader who has a weird body; joints pop, bad knees, feet, spine. (May 14, 2020)
𝕍𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖 -> inbox request: for a former vigilante female reader who goes on a date with Fatgum (May 19, 2020)
𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖 -> inbox request: Fatgum keeps his wife secret for years to keep her safe. After Shie Hassaikai raid she rushes to the hospital and exposes herself. (May 19, 2020)
𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕘𝕦𝕞 -> inbox request: reader and Fatgum have a young daughter who gets in a fight at school Fatgum generally being a good daddy (May 20, 2020)
𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕦𝕞𝕡 -> female reader has a miscarriage Fatgum comes home to hold her. (May 20, 2020)
𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 -> inbox request: light sensitivity Gn reader! Head cannons! (June 2, 2020)
ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕤 -> inbox request: female reader is an American transfer with no friends and touch stared for even a hug of some kind. Fatgum makes it his personal mission to hug her! (June 2, 2020)
𝔹𝕦𝕫𝕫 𝕔𝕦𝕥 -> inbox request: head cannons for long haired reader who gets it burned off! Fatgums reaction. (February 27, 2022)
𝔸𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 -> inbox request: for an angst argument between reader and Fatgum where he slaps them, they punch him, and then make up. (February 27, 2022)
𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 -> Chef female reader gets invited to UA to cook at a party for the pro heroes and students of 1-A (August 7, 2023)
𝔹𝕒𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤/𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 -> inbox request: for Gn! Reader who has a terrible day and Fatgum comforts her (September 17, 2025)
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 -> Female reader with a witch quirk being held against her will forced to marry Overhaul, during the raid she’s finally saved! (October 13,2025)
ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓 -> NSFW CONTENT! Female reader is taken to the nightclub by some of her friends, where she meets Fatgum. (Oct 17, 2025)
ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 -> Female reader is a rich girl after she goes on a bad blind date Fatgum comes to the rescue! (October 17, 2025)
𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕜 -> author loves Magik from marvel so she made a little tid bit story of a Fatgum x Magik quirk reader! (October 19, 2025)
𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 -> NSFW CONTENT! After meeting Fatgum female reader becomes forward on what she wants! (October 22, 2025)
𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕤 -> Author had sleep paralysis for the first time in a long time so she wrote Fatgum caring for a Gn! Reader who had one! (October 23, 2025)
𝕀𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 -> NSFW CONTENT! Inbox request: for inexperienced newlyweds! ( October 26, 2025)
ℙ𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 -> Female reader with a quirk that constantly flows energy through her with music beats. After being in a tight spot Fatgum, her secret boyfriend, rescues her. (May 16, 2026)
𝔼𝕪𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕪𝕖 -> inbox request: for 7ft female reader! She’s a soft girl meeting Fatgum for the first time at a gala, then as a villain runs into her she stops them. Dates, little things him asking her to be her boyfriend! (May 17, 2026)
𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕓𝕚𝕘 -> inbox request: Gn! Reader who wears one of Fatgums hoodies missing him, he comes home to them in it and can’t stop thinking about how they’re cute in it. (May 17,2026)
𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 -> Female reader has a quirk that lets her jump into people’s dreams but she gets stuck in Shigaraki’s dreams. (May 19, 2026)
𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕥 -> NSFW CONTENT! Female reader gets hit with a lovey dovey quirk. The night devolves from there. (May 19, 2026)
𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘? -> Gn! Reader and Fatgum are friends, everyone thinks they’re dating. Crushing on each other when someone points out the obvious they can’t stop blushing. Playing chicken with each other till one folds! ( May 21,2026)
𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕟 -> female reader is pregnant and facing a tiny mutiny as their two small children want to see their dada at work! (May 22, 2026)
𝕀𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕-> inbox request: gender neutral reader gives a high five and squeeze to her Fatgum doll and poster everyday. After a robbery they find that Fatgum has taken over their doll! (May 22, 2026)
𝔽𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 -> NSFW CONTENT! Chubby female reader and Fatgum start trying for a baby! (May 24, 2026)
𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 -> long fan fiction with Female hero reader! (Start! May 30, 2026)
𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 -> inbox request: Taishiro has a hard time remembering you but you have the biggest crush on him still even after highschool. (June 2,2026)
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Meeting the family – Toyomitsu "Fat Gum" Taishiro x reader
anime: my hero academia
wc 375 – f!reader
Imagine going on a couple of dates with Toyomitsu Taishiro, more commonly known as Fat Gum, and one day he seems particularly nervous about something. You encourage him to tell you what’s on his mind and…
“I have children.” Your eyes widened in immediate shock. “Not literally, but the trainees at my company, they come over for dinner at mine at least once a week.”
You took a second to register before slowly nodding, eyes now analysing your date to see if there was any further intent. “That’s so nice…” Not sure how to word your thoughts without making him feel like you weren’t interested, you gestured for him to continue.
His cheeks flushed to match his dopey smile when he chuckled nervously. “They mean a lot to me. I was wondering if you’d like to come to dinner and meet them?”
“I would love that!”
His children couldn’t be more different from each other.
Amajiki seemed nervous to meet you, but it seemed like the nervousness had less to do with that in particular and more to do with who he was as a person. Noticing a vibrating redhead who was even more eager to greet you, you didn’t push Amajiki into any further conversation yet, simply introducing yourself and moving on after he did the same.
Kirishima, on the other hand, went straight in for a hug. He was curious about your quirk, your job, your life, everything. With an affectionate look to the side, you found Toyomitsu looking at all of you with joy, one hand resting on Amajiki’s shoulder.
“Okay, Kiri, slow down. Let’s move to the table before she gives you a recap of her whole life; we’re all hungry.”
Never mind your life, Kirishima realised he was even more curious about how you two met each other. Question after question, you and Toyomitsu took turns getting flustered and explaining how your affection grew for the other. Kirishima’s eyes got glassy with manly emotions, and Amajiki seemed to come out of his shell just a little.
Needless to say, the evening was splendid.
It was easy to see that Toyomitsu felt proud of his apprentices, and you couldn’t be happier that he wanted you to be a part of it.
Hear me out: ageplay w Fatgum. He's enormous it would be so easy to feel tiny and safe with him! Plus the man's always got candy, he'd be such a sweet daddy~ #askgame
when i looked up how tall he is... i need to sit down
Taishiro was many things, but 'a man who was able to resist when his baby said please daddy' was not one of them.
No matter what it was, he couldn't say no to you when you asked him like that. So you got the candy, or the doll, or the stuffed animal, every fucking time.
He spoiled you rotten, and you knew it too.
"Who's daddy's spoiled baby?" He would always ask, usually when he was balls deep inside you and making you cling to his large frame for support. His size was a challenge for you to take but when you were both patient nothing was better than feeling so full you thought you'd burst. (You told him once how sex during regression felt overhwhelming in the best of ways, how you needed to hold on tight to him to feel safe while you felt good.)
"I am daddy!" You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders as you moaned into his ear.
"That's right sweetheart, and you spoil daddy with your perfect fucking pussy don't you?" Taishiro loved how easily emotional you got from his praise, a wobbly smile on your lips and hearts in your eyes as you looked up at him above you.
"Jus' for daddy," you nodded and held him closer.
So yeah, you might be spoiled rotten and a little bratty when you don't get your way, but Taishiro doesn't care.
Written for Baecation: A Summer Writing Event, created by the wonderful @princesa-querida !!
Synopsis: [Fat Gum x Reader] Convincing Fat Gum to take a break from the agency was a hard won victory.
On vacation in vibrant Bangkok, the exploration of a fragrant night market works up his appetite for something more ...
Contents: Romance, humour, explicit sexual content (oral sex, male and female receiving).
Dividers by: @uzmacchiato
WC: 3305
Even at night, the air was still warm, holding on to traces of the day’s humidity.
Electric lights illuminated the paved walkway, a golden arbour of plastic gazebos, striped awnings and tasselled signs, each a small gateway to some new paradise.
Your knuckles traced lightly over the arm of the man ambling along beside you, fine golden hairs easing between your fingers. Although his hands were often occupied with some new delicacy (as they were now), he liked having steady, constant contact with you, a reminder of your presence at his side.
It was also no surprise that he garnered a few stares in the bustling night market, considering his height and size.
Here, however, amongst many others with visible quirk manifestations on the streets of Bangkok, and with his status as a professional hero less known to the public, there was a singular peace to this little stroll.
Toyomitsu Taishiro, also known as Fat Gum to the citizens of Japan, was seldom seen off duty, after all. It was you, with the help of his former trainees, who had convinced him to take some well-earned time off.
Suneater and Red Riot had both established themselves as powerful heroes, and the agency had been left in their capable hands.
Even with their involvement, he’d been reluctant to leave. The finishing blow had been struck, however, on one afternoon in your shared apartment, when you’d crawled into his lap in the flimsiest silk negligee you’d managed to find for the occasion and begged him, in your sweetest tones, for a small get-away, for just the two of you.
His will may have been strong, but with the combined forces of the heroes present at his office, and your insistent lips on his, he’d finally given in.
Heaven knew, a holiday was long overdue.
So, here you were, in the city known for its historic beauty, vibrancy and, of course, delicious food. You were quite sure that by the end of this trip, Taishiro would have sampled almost every single regional delicacy in existence.
Glancing up at him, you took in way light wove through his sunburst hair, the soft hum of approval that vibrated through his chest as he took another bite of his pork skewers. Reaching up, you wiped away a trace of the sauce that had slid to the corner of his mouth, attracting his attention.
Immediately, his eyes were back on you, warm and amused.
“Want some, sweetheart?”
“Maybe a taste?”
He grinned, always happy to share as he lowered the skewer to you. Catching a morsel between your teeth, you chewed, nodding enthusiastically at the flavour.
“Now that’s good.”
“Y’see? Always trust your hero to pick the right stuff.”
“You picked all the stuff,” you corrected with a laugh.
“And it’s all good! Oooh, let’s see what this here stall’s got.”
The walk took a good hour and a half, what with Taishiro insisting on ‘testing’ everything that entered the range of his vision, or sense of smell.
Not that you were complaining.
The pure radiance emanating from that round countenance every time he came across a new flavour was enough to sustain you, even if you hadn’t also tried each and every delight he’d availed himself of.
By the time you both had reached the end of the row of stalls, heading back into the semi-darkness of the street ahead, his hand had taken possession of your waist, your shoulder leaning into the plush heat of his side.
Tracing across the contours of his bicep, you spoke softly, into the still night air.
“What about my dessert?”
He regarded you in surprise.
“Oh? You wanna go back? Or try someplace else, maybe?”
“No. I want to go back to the hotel.”
“But darlin’, the restaurant’s closed this time of night, and … oh.”
He caught the look you were giving him, lower lip tucked between your teeth, the touch on his arm that had taken up a decidedly sensuous pattern.
“Oh.”
Even after all this time, the way your flirtation managed to fluster him never failed to amuse you.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t give as well as he got. Taishiro had driven you to the very brink of slack-jawed, teary-eyed pleasure on many, many occasions, but it seemed that this intimate knowledge of exactly what he could do to you reared vivid in his imagination whenever the promise of intimacy loomed on his horizon.
The grip on your waist tightened slightly, in a manner he was probably unconscious of.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? Woulda dropped pretty much everything - ”
You offered a sly smile, watching his ears turn scarlet with the implication of your reply.
“I wanted you to eat enough, obviously. Store up all that energy for me.”
“Now honey, you … sheesh. Why you gotta – “
His hand was heavy in yours, the weight of possibility twisting low in your abdomen. The upper hand that your teasing provided never lasted for long.
There was promise, along the crowded pavements you pushed through together, amongst the non-stop rush of traffic and the blare of horns, between the hawkers and food vendors, half-formed outlines in fragrant smoke who shouted cheerily across to each other as you moved past.
Every step you took thrummed with awareness of him, of the way his hand moved from your wrist to your waist, to between your shoulder blades and then to your lower back, as if he wanted to touch all of you, still bound by the constraints of propriety.
The hotel came into view, brightly lit, unmissable.
The final stretch.
You tugged at Taishiro’s hand playfully, slipping out of his grasp, hovering a few steps ahead where he couldn’t reach you.
This didn’t last long either.
The look he shot you as he lengthened his stride immediately, fingers pressing into your hip and drawing you near again, elicited a small laugh, one you might pay for later.
The lobby awaited, slow-moving revolving doors (too slow), smooth, marbled floors and high-vaulted interiors. Cool air blasted across your exposed shoulders, and you had a momentary premonition of how that might feel in the bedroom, against your naked skin, pressed flush against his overwhelming warmth.
The idea birthed a slight shiver, an easing of your stride closer into his space. As hyper-aware as you both were of each other right now, you knew he couldn’t miss it.
The elevator presented a challenge.
His hand immediately moved lower along your back, cupping, squeezing, and he huffed in amusement as your breathing audibly hitched, fingers gripping his arm hard.
“Taishiro – “
“Gonna give me a spankin’?”
“I’ll give you more than that.”
“May I remind you Miss, that you started this little game.”
The electronic chime from the doors sounded in the increasingly humid space, and you hurried out into the hallway leading to your room.
Your heels sunk into the plush carpet, granting you a sinuous prowl.
Taishiro’s eyes were following your movements, the topography between shoulder and waist, and hip and thigh, that shifted beneath your light dress.
You were a gazelle and a leopard all at once, devoured and devouring.
One final stop before the current game ended and another began: the door to your room.
The keycard operated with a soft ‘click’, and your palm was already pushing against heavy wood, the weight of his own hand right beside yours.
Once inside, you took a few hurried steps away from him, smile coy as you let him watch. The zipper at your side slid down, barely visible from this angle.
His eyes were lambent in the dark of the room. Neither of you wanted to turn on the light, to interrupt the soft flicker of headlights from the street outside across both your forms.
Fingers sliding under the straps, you took one more step back, towards the bed. Fabric slipped down, a reveal of cunning forethought in the lacy, black edges that appeared against your skin.
The backs of your knees making contact with the soft, cool edges of the eiderdown, you reached behind you, peeling it back. As if compelled by the motion, he came forward, his sizeable form brushing against your arm.
You gestured for him to lie back.
Neither of you had spoken a word since the conversation on the street near the night market. The trappings of speech were as unnecessary as, say, clothes were right now.
You waited, patient as a cat eyeing a grooming pigeon, as large, slightly clumsy fingers undid the belt buckle of his pants in a hurry, the material shucked to the floor in one quick, practiced motion.
Your gaze wandered hungrily over the wide expanse of tawny skin, faint stretchmarks etched across the breadth of his thighs and calves, fine silvery marks on a map you knew as well as your own body.
Now, you turned to face him, letting him look as the clasp of your bra came undone, a soft spilling of flesh out of a bracing hold.
As you expected, the cold air felt delicious on your skin, as anticipatory as you were of the heat rolling from Taishiro.
Stretching luxuriously, unnecessarily, hair coming loose as you ran your fingers up through it, you watched him watching you, a surge of molten intent.
One hand on the smooth sheets, then the other, padding evenly past each other as you crawled up the bed, black trim flaring in a delicate row across your hips as your buttocks lifted, swaying within his vision.
The charged silence was finally broken as he uttered a soft “Fuck.”
Your hands were traveling up his thighs now, drifting with sensuous purpose, two steady missiles never straying from their course. The bulge evident beneath the large boxers curved to the right, as you knew it did.
As easily as he’d shed his trousers, you tugged down the navy waistband, aware of his sharp exhale, his fingers curling slightly in the sheets beside his hips.
He always looked so good, so heavy in your palm, thick beyond regular proportions, the deeper golden thatch of hair surrounding the base. His skin was tightly drawn, the flushed head damp and pearlescent, veins tracing with hot vitality beneath the surface.
You were unable to contain the small sound that escaped you, a soft moan of approval, and he hissed as your tongue found purchase at the tip, rolling across where he was most sensitive, tasting.
Hot, wet stripes that gleam in the dim light, left in the agonising trail of your tongue, painted along his full length. Your fingers curled around him, squeezing lightly, a sign for him to prepare himself, before your mouth slotted over him.
It was never easy with Taishiro, not with the strain on your jaw, the immediate push against your tongue, the nudge against the roof of your mouth that threatened to undo you. As always, you eased him sideways into the curve of your cheek, keeping him there, saliva slipping down the shaft in a lascivious coating.
You certainly couldn’t take all of him, but you knew how to make him feel good.
Maybe a little better than good, judging from the way his breathing had already turned ragged, staccato.
You drew back, noisy, slicking him with renewed fervour, and his hand found purchase in your hair, caressing, carding.
Lips in view, you let him take note of their shimmer, plump and soft, before you tucked them slightly behind your teeth and sunk down on him again, where your lipstick had left traces against his flesh.
Taishiro’s head tilted back, mouth falling open as you slid him sideways again, wrist rotating slightly as you worked up to the rhythm he loved; two short, rapid bobs of your head and hand, followed by one long, slow, heavily suctioned pull, the kind that made his knees jerk and his calves flex beneath your touch.
You couldn’t keep this up for long, considering his size, and the strain on your jaw, but every time you did this to him, it was always meant as a short, intense prelude to the drawn-out pleasure he subjected you to later.
This time, however, you were determined to last a little longer. This was the intent behind insisting he come out here, on vacation with you, after all.
You wanted him relaxed in every sense of the word, including the hazy, rose-tinted exhaustion that came after the kind of sex you both could only have on long, lazy weekends off.
He had grown even harder in your grasp, pulsing and twitching. Reaching up, you pushed against his stomach, gently squeezing the ample flesh, a reminder for him to stay with you.
It was time to change the pace and rhythm, the one, one, two transforming to a sturdier grasp around his length, a transfer to the other cheek now that the muscles of one were aching slightly, slipping him completely out of your mouth after each rise, tongue circling firmly over the head before you repeated the motion.
Taishiro was now sweating heavily, a deep flush of arousal creeping down from his neck, across the broad expanse of his chest. His hips lifted slightly off the bed with each taut stretch, groans and soft encouragement escaping him, disjointed and half-formed.
Fully aware of his own strength, he tried to keep his hands away from your hair when he was close, afraid of the consequences of pulling too hard, but at times he couldn’t help it. You, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed it, each light tug on your scalp sending a pleasant jolt southward.
His pants were now coming heavy and fast, in accordance with your new pace. Releasing him with a soft, wet noise, you worked your aching jaw open and closed, sitting further up on your knees to take him between your breasts.
Spasmodic and wild, large abdomen rising and falling in your vision in the mesmerising contortions of near-climax, Taishiro came with a deep, rumbling groan, your lips sealing over the tip unable to stop the seepage along the sides.
Another jerk of his groin, and your chin and the tops of your breasts were covered in ropes of his release, warm and viscous against your skin.
Giving him one final stroke, less firm, an easing of the last of his essence out into your waiting mouth, you sat back, tongue tracing over your teeth.
Taishiro had thrown one arm over his forehead, chest heaving from exertion, the glazed, honey-drenched touch of his gaze warming your body where it alighted. You’d never seen him look at anyone else like that; reverent, ravenous, tender all at once.
It made you want –
“Get you cleaned up, angel?”
Well, you supposed that could wait.
It wasn’t a long wait, by any means.
Taishiro had helped you with gentle fingers, his stamina already restoring itself as he dabbed a damp hand towel over your upper body and face, rinsing away the traces in the bathroom sink.
When you were both wrapped in the robes provided (a custom made fit for Taishiro) you leaned against him as you took in the sight of the city at night, the landscape of skyscrapers, broad highways, neon lights and narrow lanes, bright gold tracing like some ancient vascular system through each part of the living vista.
“Aren’t you glad I convinced you to come?”
His lips found their way to your temple.
“Takin’ all the credit now, huh?”
“Just taking what I’m due.”
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be in debt.”
You pinched his waist, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“So many promises. Care to follow up, big guy?”
It was a risky taunt. You knew full well that he could make you eat your words, almost as well as he ate –
He stooped, one large arm curving behind your knees, lifting you off the ground as easily as if you were a sack of feathers.
Slapping at his shoulder in protest, gown coming loose and tumbling to the floor, you found yourself deposited on the bed once again, breathless with mirth.
“This is just playing dirty – “
“Oh, I ain’t playin’ now, sweet thing.”
Abruptly, you were flipped onto your stomach, abdomen clenching in anticipation when he reached across you and dragged a pillow down, wedging it beneath you.
Your underwear was dragged away from you, his warm breath washing over your wet heat, followed by a deep inhale as he scented you.
Now, there was an answering flush rising in your own cheeks. Taishiro never hesitated to demonstrate just how delectable he found you.
A gasp slid free as he propped himself on his elbows behind you, those massive biceps pressing into the backs of your thighs as he wrapped his arms around them, spreading you, lifting you.
You loved how he made you feel when you were in this position, shaking, vulnerable, presented to his hungry mouth like the star of any banquet, held in place by the implacable strength of his grip.
The first touch of his lips was to your inner thigh, gentle kisses swiftly changing to open-mouthed suckling on the soft flesh. Fingers digging into the sheets, you bit your lip as he made his way up to your slick folds, dragging his tongue up between them.
You flinched, jerking away from the white-hot sensation, but your lower body was immovably braced within his arms.
After the first few experimental licks, merciful and steady, he suddenly dipped in, breaching you. Taishiro’s tongue was broad enough for you to feel the stretch, back arching, hips lifting involuntarily as you cried out at the sensation.
He held you there, impaled, before beginning to move his tongue back and forth, pushing further. He worked you open in a slow circle, ignoring your now breathless screams, the way your neck drew taut, the frantic scrape of your fingernails against his forearms.
There was no escape, not from the slow, relentless, punishing pleasure he gifted you, almost unbearable in its delivery. You were powerless to stop the sounds he dragged from you, ragged sobs, broken moans, what you knew full well was a symphony to his ears.
His nose was now pressed between your buttocks, heavy breathing sensitizing you further as that broad mouth came down around so much more than it should have, applying a rhythmic suction to your clitoris.
Grip on your thighs tightening, he dragged you impossibly closer, and you could feel the brush of his hair against you as he moved his head from side to side, tongue teasing you open once again.
It was no use. You couldn’t possibly hold out against –
Your legs jerked spasmodically, calves tightening, toes curling, a sharp-edged scream lancing into the erotic hush within the bedroom as your world imploded in a rush of satin-clad, roiling, thunderous wonder.
Taishiro held you, hand sliding down to brace against your stomach, grounding you as your orgasm ripped through your body like a lightning strike.
It had only been a matter of minutes, such a short space of time required for him to reduce you to this; shuddering, wet trails down your cheeks, limbs heavy as lead, the crash of post-coital bliss already threatening to sink you to the bottom of an endless ocean.
Vaguely, you were aware of the dip of the mattress beside you, his quiet praises, the slow pull of your body into the unerring gravity of his.
Surrendering completely to the warmth of him, the sweet, reckless, endlessly reaching reef that your ship sundered against each and every time, you found the ability to utter one final protest.
“I was … s’posed to be … treating you.”
Your shoulder is the sunny slate against which his smile imprints itself.
“Guess you needed remindin’, sweetheart. This is your vacation too.”
