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kusuguricafe · 10 months

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Denki Makes a Splash!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you're having a fun summer ⛱️☀️

Summary: Denki’s pitfall prank goes awry—will the UA girls be able to turn the tides?

Characters: lee!Kaminari, lers Momo, Jirou, and Mina (Sero cameo)

“You guuyyys,” Mina whined, “I forgot my towel!

Class 1A had taken a well earned trip to the beach to relax and have some summer fun. Most of the students were busy putting on sunscreen or setting up their beach towels and umbrellas.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Momo started, “I can just make one for yo—”

“WAIT! Look over there! Is that mine? It looks just like it!”

Sure enough, a hot pink and black zebra striped towel lay upon the sandy beach before Mina and Momo. The two walked over to inspect it.

“Yep, that’s definitely mine. I accidentally burnt a couple small holes into it right here, see?” Mina gestured towards the edge of her towel.

Momo nodded. “I wonder how it got here.”

“You know, this is actually a pretty nice spot.”

“Shall we set up here?”

“Hey! Wait for me, you two!” Jirou called out.

“Jirooouuu! We’re gonna set up heaaAAAAHH!!” Mina plopped down onto her towel and, to her surprise, plummeted a few feet before hitting the bottom of a sandy pitfall.

“Oh my! Mina! Are you alright?” Momo exclaimed.

“Mina!?” Jirou cried.

“I-I’m fine! Just uh, a little stuck!”

“Hold on one second,” Momo said as she began to create a rope ladder. “Jirou! Be a doll and come help me hold this for her, will you?”

“Coming!”

“Ha! I can’t believe she actually fell for it!” Denki snickered from behind a nearby rock.

“She really fell for it, huh?” Sero quipped.

Jirou’s earphone jacks perked up at that all-too-familiar squeaky laughter. “KAMINARI!!” she roared, facing his direction.

“Crap—quick, let’s go!”

Denki and Sero bolted in different directions.

“Once we pull her out of here, you’re dead!” Jirou shouted, “DEAD! You hear me!?

Momo and Jirou managed to hold the rope ladder steady enough for Mina to successfully climb up out of the pit, towel and all.

“Thank you guys!! Jirou, did you see Denki?”

“No, but I heard the little punk. He would have had access to your room at some point before we all left, right? I bet he’s the one behind this.”

“You’re probably right,” Momo sighed, “He’s always pulling stunts like this.”

“I say we take revenge,” Jirou declared. “Who’s with me?”

“I am.” Momo raised her hand.

“Aye, aye, captain!” Mina saluted.

“Let’s make sure that loser gets a taste of his own medicine!”

And so the hunt began. The three girls headed in the direction where Jirou had heard him. After several minutes of searching and asking around, they still had yet to find him. Until…

“Do you guys see that yellow thing in the water?” Momo asked.

Mina and Jirou looked over towards the ocean.

“I think I can see his signature black lightning bolt! C’mon!” Mina urged.

The trio started running towards the sea. Kaminari’s familiar outline became clearer the closer they got.

“There you are!” Jirou yelled.

Already in their bathing suits, the girls ran into the water after him.

“Ah! Stay back!! Or I, I…! I’ll sneeze!”

“You can’t do that, you idiot! You’ll shock everyone else along with us!” Jirou exclaimed.

“Oh, r-right… WHA! W-wait! Jirou! You can’t just drag me out of here!”

“Help me out, Momo, Mina!”

“On it!” Mina said, grabbing Denki’s other arm.

Momo quickly made a lasso and tossed it his way.

“Oh, come on!” Denki cried, “There’s no way you just lassoed me!!”

The three girls managed to pull the poor boy back to shore.

“We’ve got you now!” Jirou said.

“What are you gonna do with me?” Denki asked nervously.

“Let’s toss him into the hole!” Mina said.

“Good idea!” Momo agreed.

“Better yet, let’s bury him in it!” Jirou suggested.

“Bury me??”

The girls looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They hauled him over to the hole he had dug. Momo tied his wrists together with the lasso. They (gently) threw him in and started filling the sand in around him.

“You guys can’t just bury me alive!!!”

“We’re not going to bury your head,” Momo reassured.

“Or your feet!” Mina added.

Denki looked up at them, confused. Unable to free himself from his binds, he succumbed to his fate.

There Kaminari lay, face up, almost entirely buried in sand.

“Now for your real punishment,” Mina smirked.

“This wasn’t my punishment!?”

Momo and Jirou looked at Mina in confusion as well. She walked over to Denki’s bare feet, knelt down, and skittered her nails all over his exposed soles.

“This is your punishment!”

“AAAIIIEEEE NONONONONOHOHOHO! Minaa nOHOHOhoho!!” Denki protested.

Momo giggled. Jirou kneeled down near his head.

“Good thinking, Mina! How you like this, huh?” Jirou teased, tickling Denki’s neck and ears.

“I dohohohon’t! Nohohohohoho!!”

“You don’t know?” Momo chimed in. “Maybe this will help?” She sat beside his buried torso and began digging a small window in the sand, revealing Denki’s tummy.

“Nohohohohot you tohohoo-AAAHH NO! PFFTAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHALL OF YOU!!”

“Haha, his hair’s standing on end!” Jirou pointed out.

“Coochie coochie coo~! This is what you get for breaking into my room and stealing my towel! And then setting up a trap!? Really, Denki?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYY!” The tickling felt so much more intense with how little he could move away from six hands! “PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!!”

Momo dipped a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, Mina was focused on tickling underneath and in between his toes, and Jirou found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. Tears pricked the corners of Denki’s eyes.

“You’re gonna kill meeeEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA J-JIROU EEEEHEHE NAHA *snort* NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOT THERE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHE *hiccup* EEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!”

“Haha aww, you must have found a really good spot, Jirou!” Mina beamed.

Momo paused for a moment, startled by Denki’s sudden hollering. Jirou appeared to be mildly flustered by how much of a reaction she was getting out of the boy. Her evil smirk melted into a bashful smile.

“Hey! Are you guys torturing Denki or something??” Sero yelled, rushing towards the scene.

“More or less,” Mina answered.

“GUHUHUYS SERIOUSLYYY! I’M GOHOHONNAHA BLOW A FUHUSE!”

“I think you can take a liiittle more, can’t you?” Mina sang.

He shook his head weakly.

“You two should probably slow it down a bit,” Momo said.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s lying about the fuse thing,” Sero agreed.

Mina did not heed their call and Jirou was in her own little world. That was, until—

“YEOWCH!” Mina screamed.

“AH!” Jirou yelped.

“Weehehehei~”

Sero put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Momo resignedly began digging Denki out of the sand.

“Oops, hehe…” Mina said with a sheepish grin. She began uncovering his legs.

Jirou blinked. Realizing what had happened, she pitched in as well.

Sero joined in and the four of them uncovered and untied the short-circuited boy. They carried him to an umbrella Sero had set up earlier and set him down onto a beach chair in the shade. Sero began fanning him with a paper fan Momo had created.

“Are you alright, Denki?” Mina asked.

“Wei,” Denki replied, giving her two thumbs up.

“Sorry if we pushed you too far…” Jirou apologized. “But don’t go doing something like that again, okay? Mina could’ve gotten hurt!”

Denki nodded. Mina began rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle of pineapple juice.

“Here, you can have this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Th-thank you. Come closer for a second.”

Mina did so. “Yeah?”

“Sorry for stealing your towel. And for trapping you.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you!”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “But don’t bury me again!” He lightly tasered her side.

“EEK! Okay okahay!”

“You didn’t mind the tickling, then?” Jirou sneered.

“Oh, shut up!”

#tickling #tickle fic #denki kaminari #lee!kaminari #momo yaoyorozu #ler!momo #kyouka jirou #ler!jirou #mina ashido #ler!mina #hanta sero #bnha #princess scrawlings #request

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smilingangel582 · 10 months

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Long time no seee how r u all darlings!

This year is a pretty harsh year but we can all make it through with love and laughter!

By laughter I mean tickles!!! Geeheee

Sooo, I haven't watched any new animes except for jigokuraku and oshi no ko. Well they are still updating new episodes and I might wrote something on them soon a little later.

This fic now is to indulge me. U guys might find it irritating.... sowwyyy

Yh yh, I'm writing this.... cuz I just finished it. I will be writing a genshin next time. But I haven't had ideas in a while... I got a big demand for kinnporsche too! Will do as u please, dear fandoms!

Warning spoilers alert! If you watched Prince of Tennis, then pls proceed with caution... this is cute!

Fuji's plan (sus)

It's always Momo-senpai and Eji-senpai that's been getting on his nerves. (Senpai is a term for seniors - in case some didn't know)

If he were to draw a comparison, it would be his immature father. He sighed, wondering if he was actually related to him... but he wondered if his senpais were actually Najiroh's kids... they bear an annoyingly vast similarity.

Ryoma Echizen found both Kaidou-senpai and Tezuka buchou (captain) similar - mostly buchou while Kaidou was just frightening. However, right now, he was at a loss when everyone agreed to a silly game mentioned by Fuji, unsurprisingly. He hadn't known until they started planning behind his back.

Eji's tone was puzzled, "Eh...? Lighten up Ochibi (meaning kiddo or shorty - a term of endearment)?"

Fuji said with a cool demeanour, "Mn, ever since the kantou tournaments, he's been tensed... so I really wanna see a bubbly sweet side of him"

Momoshiro gave prolonged his thoughts now. Then realised it was a good idea as he hadn't seen Echizen in such a situation. He had always been stoic like Tezuka.

"Well..." Fuji spoke up again as if he read Momo's mind "I tried this on Tezuka but... that will make us run laps... so my first thought was Echizen... even Kaidou agreed with me"

Turning to the viper kid, he glared but was unable to hide the blush of embarrassment. "Fshhhh! I want to know that brats weakness and humiliate him, I don't care about him"

Inui pushed his glasses, now having an eerie grin, which made the rest of the regulars feel uneasy. "It's good for my data... hehe"

Tezuka, on the other hand, had been eavesdropping. He turned to Oishi and then back at Echizen, destroying the second years with his serves.

Silently having a slight earnest to find out the hidden side of Echizen, he turned away. "If this goes too far, make them run twenty laps"

Oishi smiled inwardly, "Even he's got a soft side for the kohais (juniors the opposite of senpai)." he watched Tesuka, who was probably trying to observe from the background, while watching the freshmen pick up balls again.

"He said t-that...?" Kawamura stammered now, surprised by what Oishi said, the other third year shrugged with a tilted smile.

"Initiate plan... loosening up Echizen. " they silently made nods of agreement to go up against the youngest regular.

Beginning with Eji, who suddenly reached for Ryoma after his warm up Horio.

"O-chi-bi-chan~!"

Ryoma was startled, but it was a calm reaction when he felt arms from behind now ruffling his hair.

"O-Ow ow... senpai... stop that"

"Caaan't! I wanna play with you, kiddo!"

Ryoma sighed inwardly, "If its a match u want....let's do it..."

"Nooo!" Eji tightened his grip, now removing the cap, "play with you!"

Instead of being embarrassed, he was annoyed, Fuji sensed this and signed to Oishi. This time, seeing how Oishi dragged a whining-Eji by the collar made Fuji smile as he rubbed his chin with his hand. "fuuhuu... this will be interesting"

Kawamura heard Momo whisper now, "why is everything Fuji-senpai say that I get chills"

"Trust me, I do too" shivered the split-personality guy.

It was when Inui came up with jokes as Ryoma was stretching his limbs, made him realise his seniors were planning something. He was intuitive to see how they were huddled in a group now, watching him too closely even without him playing a match.

"Mattaku (jeez), what is wrong with them?"

What's stranger was when Tezuka was ignoring this slacking off technique. Was he in on this scheme? What were they planning?"

"Ne, Echizen... what do you call a fish with no eye?"

"I heard that one before, Inui-senpai"

Pushing his glasses, he crossed the joke from his notebook "Mission failed..."

Eji pouted from a distant. "Mou! Why is Ochibi being so difficult, nya?" (Note that nya is a cat term this guy uses, as an onomatopoeia ~plus its super cute).

Momo cracked his fingers... "Alright, time for me to be a big brother..."

Fuji's eyes opened now, serious "What are you doing Momo?"

"Some childish technique that worked on guys like him..."

"Oh really... is this effective to break me?"

"Ye...." Before Momo could reply with confidence, he falters when Echizen was already there, folding his arms and looking unimpressed by this. Fuji chuckled into his hand. "Oopse"

"Ehhh...hee ahem! Echizen what...?" Momo tried to laugh it off but Ryoma was already seeing it through, shaking his head in disapproval he snapped "We got few days for the nationals and this is how you guys waste time? Sorry for being disrespectful but..."

"Ochibi, you need to lighten up!" Eji pounded his head gently, making the youngest look up with confusion as he felt his cap being taken off again.

"Oi!" Turning his back to the rest as he turned to Eji, he calmly stated in a stern tone "why are my senpais this childish"

Momo snickered now, seeing the opportunity to attack, "I'll show you childish, brat!"

"I know I say that, but -gah! Wahahat?"

Surprised, even Fuji hadn't been prepared for Momo to resolve this in this way. He smiled mischievously, "ne, Echizen you were saying?"

"Cuhut thehe crahahap... ahaa Shihit!"

"Echizen, mind your language!"

He was surprised to see the captain in front folding his arms in a slightly serious manner not fitting the circumstances at hand.

"Buhuhuchohohohu??? Ahahahare yohohohou ihihin Ohohon thihihis?" He struggled for words when Momo hit a sensitive spot on the backs of his ribs and Eji held his arms in a strong hold.

"I have noticed your tone against seniors. Consider this a lesson on manners,"

Ryoma lowered his head with shocked giggles, it made Inui snicker in excitement "The ribs are more effective than the sides... the higher ribs increases his laughter in a jolt... that means... the probability of Echizen weak in the armpits is 97.99%"

Widening his eyes in shock, he kicks his heels on the ground. Eji had Fuji help to restrain his arms higher, it was not hard since Ryoma is small in contrast to the seniors.

"Now, now Echizen, let us hear your giggles..." Fuji's icy voice sent shivers down Ryoma's spine. He couldn't help but unwillingly oblige.

"Teehehee W-whoohoho's gihihigglihihing??? Ohohohoiii! Ehehehehenough!" He began to blush when Fuji's teasing voice became more effective as Momo attacked his armpits. Eji happened to leave his spot and take over his knees.

This made Ryoma shriek out and grasp the attention of the other players, including the freshmen trio "E-eh? Is that Ryoma-kun?"

Kashiro smiled uneasily, "U-un, mn... it looks so... I never seen him like this"

Horio, on the other hand, snickered with a satisfied hum. "Even the great Seigaku freshman regular has a weakness"

"AHAHA NOHOHO! EHEHEJII-SEHEHENPAII!"

Inui grinned, now scribbling on his notebook as fast as Momo scribbling his ribs. "Bingo, Eji..."

Fuji was competitive now, slightly scanning an approachable area, he reacted by massaging his right shoulder where its reachable while pulling his arm to expose him.

His laughter suddenly reached a pitch that was an octave higher, "Jackpot..."

"As expected of Fuji..."

Tezuka folded his arms, seeing how he couldn't keep his facade any longer, "ten more minutes and go back to practice, I'll go meet Ryuzaki sensei" he added sternly to them, "If it doesn't stop there, everyone will run twenty laps"

"Hai, hai Buchou!" Fuji smirked cheerfully, "How far can Echizen-kun take without begging?"

"Nahahahaa ihihihin yohohour dreheheheheams!" He managed to stick his tongue but also collapse into another bought of laughter. Fuji hummed menacingly, "Are you sure... because I just started"

Ryoma's golden eyes widened with shock when he felt the finger on his neck slide to his collarbone, he arched his back now twisting to the side and managing to overthrow the powerhouse Momoshiro.

"Uha! Careful Echizen!" Momo got off but then watched the third years following Echizen's movements, mercilessly pulling him into hell.

"I never seen a persistent Fuji, even during matches?"

Kawamura's words made Kaidou nod too, though he was also blushing like Echizen, his thoughts messing with him, Dammit, why is Echizen so cute? That stupid punk!

"AAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT SEHEHEHENPAII! NOHOHOT THEHEHREE!"

A sudden jolt that made Echizen narrolwly miss a kick Fuji in the face, made him turn on his back and embrace his middle with a gasp.

He was like a child, Fuji seemed to have won the game this time. Eji cooed now, grabbing his wrists to pin them to the sides to help Fuji. "Awww, Ochibi's ears are ticklish!"

Momo widened his eyes when Fuji grinned with a glint of sadism "Found~ it~"

"Gah! AHAHA PLEHEHEASE PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHI BEHEHEG YOHOHOU!"

Inui clapped now, "We officially put the cocky rookie down a peg"

"Ma, Echizen-kun is cute like this...ne Eji?" (BTW, this 'ma' is something japanese people use, idk the meaning, but Fuji uses it all the time)

"Right? He's so adorable"

"Ehehenough! Cuhuhut ihit out plehehease!"

Finally easing the torment, the youngster remained where he was, hands over his eyes, the blush still visible on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"Who knew your ears were this bad, nice Fuji" Momo said slightly amazed, "though you sort of won the game, it was my idea..."

"Hn, yes it's both our win"

"I hahate yohohu, seehenpai-tachi!" (Senpai tachi is a plural form)

They laughed and Oishi sighed in relief "Thankfull we finished before seven minutes"

"So it only took eight minutes to break him," Kaidou hissed, "Fshhh! So weak"

"Shut up!" A tired Echizen snapped rebelliously but squeaked when Fuji poked him in the stomach, "Manners... remember why you got in this situation,"

"W-w... Mada mada dahahahanee! HEHEHEY!" Fuji reached to poke him more and try to tease him with a sneer "Say that again, and I'm ready for round two, even if it means running laps"

Seeing how they were serious, Ryoma growled with irritation, looking away from them.

"Fine, fine! Let's practice. " he took his cap and shyly put it back, now seeing how he was clearly embarrassed by the non-regulars. The seniors laughed at the super freshmen plight and went back to practice as assigned by the captain.

Speaking of Tezuka, the captain stood above from the window, smiling softly at the sight below.

"Be Seigaku's pillar Echizen... with your seniors"

#tickle fic #cute #prince of tennis #tennis no oujisama #lee!ryoma #ler!inui #ler!fuji #ler!momo #ler!eji

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myreygn · 7 months

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tkltober day 7: Flustered

My Hero Academia - ler!Momo, lee!Awase

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“Do you like it?”

Yosetsu can’t manage an answer. All he can do is stare down at his own face printed on the little video game in his hand and try not to tear up. She had made this for him. Momo, his wonderful wonderful girlfriend, had designed an entire video game based on him, on them, in her mind, a working game with the graphics and the programming and everything. He doesn’t even want to begin the amount of time and effort she had to have put in this.

“Oh god, you don’t like it.”

Yosetsu’s head whips up and he puts the game to the side, grabbing her face and pressing a kiss to her lips. “No, no, darling, please, I love it! It’s so good, it’s perfect, thank you so much!”

“Really?” She looks at him with wide eyes and god, she’s so pretty, he’s gonna die. “You looked so down for a moment…”

“Oh, no, that’s not because of your present, I promise.” A nervous chuckle slips out of his mouth, the box with the necklace suddenly weighing a ton in his pocket. “It’s just… my present for you seems kinda lame now.”

Momo furrows her flawless brows at him. “It’s not a competition, Yosetsu.”

“I know, I know that, I… you’re just… you deserve perfect, Momo. You shouldn’t get any less than that.”

“What do you mean?” Now it’s her turn to grab his cheeks and she pulls him in even more as if to create more intensity. (It works. Her skin is even more beautiful up close, Jesus Christ.) “You’re perfect for me, Yosetsu. Don’t talk yourself down like that.”

“But you’re perfect.” He barely musters up the courage to look her in the eyes. “You’re smart and beautiful and kind and gracious and I… I don’t know, I’m kind of average, I guess?”

“Awase Yosetsu!” He’s not at all prepared when she pushes him against the backrest and straddles him, a reproachful finger relentlessly tapping his chest. “You are anything but average! You’re a great guy, a kind person and a wonderful boyfriend!”

Yosetsu feels a blush spread across his cheeks, but Momo isn’t finished. “You do so much for me! You always notice when I’m not doing too good and take care of me! You make the most amazing Ohagi I’ve ever eaten, you have an amazing singing voice, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, you’re super funny, your drawings are amazing - do you want me to go on? Because I could go on!”

“God, no!” Yosetsu had buried his face in his hands already, embarrassed by the way it was flushing with heat. “Stop, please- I didn’t know you liked… I mean who wouldn’t… my laugh is not cute!”

“It is very cute! Just like your blush - come on, show me your face.”

A squeak erupts from Yosetsu’s mouth and it takes all the self control he has to not lower his arms when Momo begins to tickle under his arms. “Mohomo, dohohohon’t!”

“But you’re not gonna show me your cute face unless I make you, dear.”

Said face heats up even more and Yosetsu trembles in an effort not to reveal it - he must be looking like a stop sign already! “Ihihihit’s nohot cuhuhute- stohop tihihickling mehe!”

“I will as soon as you show me your face.”

He squeals when the tickling fingers reach his tummy and tries to escape by twisting to the side, but with Momo straddling his lap, he’s not going anywhere. “Nahahahat thehehehere! Nahahahat thehe- NAHAHAHAHA MOHOMOOOOOO!”

“Oh, is this a bad spot?” The soft smile on Momo’s face is almost audible in her voice when she wiggles a single finger in his belly button. “I wasn’t aware.”

“YEHEHEHES, YOHOU WEHEHEHERE!” Yosetsu’s hands finally shoot down, grabbing her wrist - who cares about his blush, this is unbearable. “STAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“If you insist.” Momo chuckles softly and stops, softly pushing back a few strands of his hair instead. “You look adorable.”

Yosetsu blushes again, watches her lips stretch into a smile, then blushes some more. “If you say so…”

“I’ll say so every day if that’ll get it in your head.” She presses a kiss to his cheek and snuggles up to him and he’s the luckiest guy in the world. “And I’ll mean it every time.”

#rey writes #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tkltober #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #momo yaoyorozu #yosetsu awase #awamomo #ler!momo #lee!awase #ticklish!awase

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fluffyweeby · 2 years

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if requests are still up maybe somethin momojirou related?

Shure thing here u go!

It took a little longer than I expected couse I made a short comic out of it so sorry for the wait and I hope u’ll like it!

I changed momo’s suit couse I really don’t like it 😅

As always thank u for the request and I hope ur safe healthy and hydrated! 💜

#ask #tickle art #bnha art #bnha tickles #ler!momo #lee!jiro #tickle comic

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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I do indeed have a name :) Istg tho I was not ready for that fic at all. My brain just went ‘oh wow, lot of teasing, here have this lee mood.’ And I died. I know it’s like 5 am rn but honestly I can’t sleep so whatever. I think it’s time I requested something with our beautiful lesbians in it! I think I’d be really funny if Jirou RickRolled Momo and got tickled as a punishment lol. Also, nice👌🏼 - olive

*le deep breaths* Ok, ok, I can do this… Lesbian fics give me writer’s block so this may be coming out a little late. Idk why, either.

Ler Momo, Lee Jirou

Warning: Nope lols

Word count: 302

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We’re no strangers to love You know the rules, and so do I

Momo covered her face as the song blared from her phone, Jirou on the verge of cracking up beside her. The purple-haired girl had dared to rickroll her so soon after Momo learned what it was from Mina, and the taller girl felt both embarrassed and amused at her girlfriend’s prank.

“That was low, Jirou…” she complained, to which said girl responded with a (rather cute) snort.

“Buhut- ehehe youhur fahahace! Oh my gohohosh!” Jirou giggled out, still not over the look on Momo’s face when this whole thing started.

“Oh, you just love to laugh don’t you?”

“Yehe- Yeahahah!”

“Well, how about I give you something to laugh about!”

Suddenly Momo tackled Jirou to the bed, easily pinning her, the giggles pouring from the shorter’s mouth becoming more frantic and excited as she realized her coming fate.

“Any last words, dearest?”

“Juhust- juhust five..”

“Oh? Go on..”

Jirou took a deep breath, trying to calm her voice down before finally speaking. Or rather, singing nervously.

“N-Nehever gonna give you uhup…”

“Oh that is it!” Momo shot her hands down to Jirou’s waist, poking, prodding, squeezing, squishing and kneading, Jirou cackling out pleas and apologies while trying to fight of Momo’s hands, not very successfully I might add.

“Are you sorry? Are you really really sorry?”

“YEHEHES MOHOHOMO PLEHEHEASE!!”

“What’s that? Someone’s laughing super loud and I can’t seem to hear you!”

“MOHOHOMOOOO!!”

“Wait, Jirou, is that you laughing? Are you still making fun of me?”

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASEEE!”

“Alright alright, since you’re asking so nicely,” Momo finally stopped, pulling poor Jirou into a hug and rubbing her back as residual giggles spilled from her lips.

“Youhu… youhu’re the wohohorst…”

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before laughing at me!”

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HAHA DONE BOI tho this is super short this is all I had the motivation to write. But it’s done!!

#eun writes #bnha #mha #bnha tickles #mha tickles #bnha momo #mha momo #bnha jirou #mha jirou #bnha momojiro #mha momojirou #momojirou #jirou kyouka #momo yaoyorozu #lee!jirou #ticklish!jirou #ler!momo

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featherstreams · 4 months

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Twice the Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Notes: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this and for the kind words!! This sounds adorable, and I'm so glad you liked my first one! I hope you like it!💚 Todoroki is a sweetheart and deserves to smile more. (Also, sorry for the long build-up to the tickling part and the lame ending) (Second Note from rewrite: I rewrote half this fic from memory before the lovely anon who requested this reached out to me with the fic saved! I decided to leave in a lot of the changes to hopefully improve my writing a bit! Thank you so much to that anon and I hope you all enjoy!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler(s): Kirishima, Kaminari, and Midoriya

Word Count: 1,534

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a successful prank on Bakugou using the T-pose trick they found online, Kirishima and Kaminari decide to move on to another victim during a boring lull during class. Chaos commences.

~ Part One ~

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“Ughh, I’m so boredddd…”

"Shut up, Dunce face." Bakugou snapped from his place at his desk where he was fiddling with his pen.

“But Kachaan~!”

“Call me that again and die.”

Kirishima chuckled from is own place at his desk. Bakugou had been giving both he and Kaminari the cold shoulder ever since their prank a few days ago, aside from little quips and banter like this. He was surprised their explosive classmate hadn't enacted his revenge on them yet, but he wasn't complaining. Being on the receiving end of Bakugou's revenge, especially when it came to tickling, was... He shuddered at the thought.

Redirecting himself back to the present, Kirishima stood from his seat and walked over to Kaminari's desk, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Why don't you play a game on your phone or something?" He suggested.

“Aizawa-sensei took my phone away,” Kaminari whined, dropping his head on his desk dramatically. “I won’t get it back until the end of the day.”

“You can use mine if you want,” he offered, rummaging through his back pocket.

“No, you don’t have the games I like. And I won’t have any of my saved progress, anyways,” Came the muffled reply from the blond, who didn’t bother to lift his head from his desk.

“Stop complaining so much if you’re just going to turn down everything you’re given to help.” Jirou called from where she was sitting on Mina’s desk her phone in her hand as she softly played some sort of tune for the alien girl.

“Speaking of sensei,” Midoriya piped up from his own seat, interrupting Kaminari’s defensive response, “I wonder what’s holding him up.”

It was Tuesday, and the entire class was in their usual classroom for the day. They were supposed to be working on some sort of training assignment, but indeed, their sensei, Mr. Aizawa, had been called away around ten minutes prior by another teacher for help with… well, none of them were quite sure what. He’d told them to sit tight and not cause trouble before leaving to deal with whatever the situation was. It hadn’t taken long for the majority the class to melt away from their assigned seats and group up in their usual cliches. The responsible ones of the class- the usual suspects, Iida, Momo, Bakugou- had taken this free time of sorts to work on their homework, but many of the others- Like Kaminari- were growing bored and restless.

"Oh, oh! I know!!" Kaminari exclaimed suddenly, lifting his head from his desk to grin at Kirishima in excitement. He lowered his voice then, glancing around as he spoke. "The prank! We should do the prank!"

Kirishima grinned, crossing his arms. "Hell yeah, man. I'm sure that'll be great entertainment. But who should we do it to?" He asked, now joining the blond in scanning their classmates for possible victims. "Sero and Mina likely know about the video already... Actually, I think we should avoid the girls in general. That wouldn't be manly to trick them into being helpless without their permission."

Kaminari rolled his eyes. "Always the gentleman."

"Midoriya would figure it out too fast.” Kirishima continued, ignoring the quip. “Iida would never let us..."

"Todoroki!" Kaminari exclaimed, already standing up. It was the perfect choice, after all; what did the half and half hero know about social media? Nothing, as far as they knew. Content with their decision, the two boys approached their target, who had been engaged into small conversation with Midoriya while Kirishima and Kaminari had been talking.

"Hey, Todoroki! Wanna try out this test we heard about?" Kirishima asked with a smile as they stopped before the pair. Todoroki, who’d been mid conversation, stopped and turned to look at them, curious.

"Test?" He echoed, tilting his head.

"It's a strength test!" Kaminari said cheerfully. "Bakugou even tried it the other day!"

A glance at the hero in question showed that the blond was now looking at them, stunned and furious. Don't rat us out, please... But Bakugou only let out an indignant sniff and said nothing, returning to his classwork.

"Oh... Sure. Okay." Todoroki said evenly, standing up from his seat on Midoriya’s desktop. "How do I take this test?"

"Oh! Let's see..." Kirishima searched for something they could use, scanning the room. Nothing, nothing… Shoot, maybe they’d been to hasty with this. But then Bakugou suddenly caught his attention when he moved, pointing to an area in the far corner of the room. Following his finger lead him to a bō sitting out beside the supply closet. Of course! From their karate-type lesson with Mr. Aizawa last week. That would be perfect!

Kirishima rushed over and picked it up, flashing a shark-toothed smile at Bakugou for the help- receiving only another indignant huff of dismissal- before returning to his friend and their new victim. Kaminari was in the midst of explaining what Todoroki was going to be doing as Kirishima stopped in front of them, staff held securely in both hands.

"Got a staff!" Kirishima said with a grin. "Go ahead and lift your arms up to the side- Yes, just like that!"

Todoroki did as instructed, standing like a statue with both arms perpendicular to his body while he watched Kirishima thread the bō, or staff, through the sleeves of his uniform jacket until it could be seen peeking out the other side.

"There! How does it feel?" Kaminari asked with a smirk. Todoroki calmly tested the staff, lightly pulling on his arms, which barely bugged.

"Secure," He replied after a moment. Half the class was watching now, curious and interested. Was Mina recording on her phone? Oh, she definitely knew what was going on.

"Great! Now, try to get it out! You can't use your quirk," Kirishima added when flames licked at Todoroki's left fingers. The peppermint boy obeyed, fire extinguishing as quickly as it’d appeared, tugging on his arms and shifting his feet. His brows knit together as he focused on the task, but remained unsuccessful aside from getting his elbows in a few inches.

"I can't get out," he said finally, blinking at the now-smirking two boys that had put him here. "Does that mean I failed?"

"Not exactly," Kaminari said, cracking his fingers. "You see, the strength test wasn't about your arms, exactly. It was about how long you can last."

"How long I can last? Last wha-AHAT! H-Hehey!" Todoroki's question was cut short when Kirishima jumped forward and squeezed his sides. The half and half hero pinched his lips together, jerking a few steps backwards only to run into Midoriya and his desk.

"Clever, you two," Midoriya commented, giggling as he looked up at his tense friend.

"Thank you!" The boys chorused together, both poking their way around Todoroki's sides and tummy.

"Come on, Todobro~! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Kirishima cooed. Giggles spilled through Todoroki's pinched lips, his cheeks pinkening from the teasing. "Awww, listen to those giggles! Who knew stoic Todoroki had it in him?"

"How adorable," Kaminari agreed with a smile, pinching his way up Todoroki's right ribs, earning a soft squeak. He had no hope of containing his reactions when caught so by surprise on top of having two ticklers. He was squirming now, trying to twist side to side as his arms remain stubbornly up and useless due to the staff in his sleeves.

He was squirming enough that it was growing exceedingly difficult for both Kaminari and Kirishima to tickle him, struggling to stay out of each other's way while also maintaining contact with Todoroki's wiggling torso. This became tricky enough that the redhead finally paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully as he evaluated the situation.

Then there were arms snaking around Todoroki's hips from behind, causing a surprised sound to erupt from the peppermint hero. They belonged to Midoriya, who pulled Todoroki towards him, keeping him secured against the desk and himself so he couldn't struggle away anymore. His own thumbs could be seen gently digging into the divotes of Todoroki's hips, and a snort erupted from the boy as he doubled over.

"Have at him, guys. His armpits are the worst for his upperbody," Midoriya supplied helpfully, a smile evident in his voice as he held Todoroki in place for the other two boys to play with to their hearts’ content..

"Mihidoriyahaha!!" Todoroki protested through his hysterical giggling.

"Todoroki-kun!" Midoriya echoed back teasingly.

Kirishima, not wanting to overwhelm the stoic half and half hero with six tickly hands, decided to stand back and watch this time, as most of the rest of the class was doing by this point. Most of the girls could be heard cooing, with Mina recording the entire thing on her phone, and even Bakugou was watching, smirking at Todoroki’s situation in a way that only someone who’d been in that position could.

Kaminari drilled back in on Todoroki's ribs, needing no other encouragement to continue. The victim let out a shout of laughter before delving into hysterics at the combo tickling he was being subjected to.

"Guhahahaha-guys! HAHAHhahahaa Ohohokay! Hahahahaha! Plehehease!! K-Kaminari, Midorihihi- Aaahahaha!! NONONO!" The uncharacteristic squeal shot from Todoroki's mouth when Kaminari scribbled his devious fingers under Todoroki's arms. The struggling attempts to get away doubled as Todoroki's adorable shrieking laughter filled the classroom. It was so... High pitched, and adorable, and just so genuine from such a soft spoken, neutral guy. Kirishima nearly awwed. He was not alone, though others seemed to have failed in holding the sound in.

The poor peppermint boy's legs were trembling, and it didn't take long before they gave out on him, and his weight was fully leaning into Midoriya.

"P-PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHAHAHA NO PLEASE NOHOHOT THERE!! I- EEK- I CAHAHANT!!" Todoroki cried out between his sweet laughter. This carried on for another unspecified amount of minutes, Todoroki’s desperation being dutifully ignored in favor of listening to his adorable laughter, before a voice cut through the noise, causing everyone to freeze.

"I leave to deal with a quirk emergency for fifteen minutes, and I come back to this?" Aizawa drawled from where he was standing, arms crossed, in the front of the room, eyes trained on the frozen scene. "I could hear you from three classrooms away."

Todoroki, who sat blushing and panting in what was practically Midoriya's lap by this point, turned red enough that his scar nearly disappeared. "S-Sorry, sensei." He mumbled as an almost equally embarrassed Midoriya quickly lifted his hands from Todoroki’s body in surrender, unable to stand due to being pinned down by the victim of their antics,

"Kaminari, Midoriya, detention." Mr. Aizawa merely said. The loud protests of "What?!" and "It was Kirishima's idea!" ("Hey bro, not cool!") that followed from the electric blond went ignored as Kirishima helped Midoriya remove the staff from poor Todoroki's sleeves.

As the three boys fussed over a tickled-out Todoroki, in which Iida and Uraraka joined in, no one noticed the smile or the chuckle that rasped out of Aizawa as the man closed the classroom door and set up to continue their lesson for the day.

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scp999ticklemonster · 6 months

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I think these two are made to have a tickle fight >:3

#the stray game #stray game #stray tickle #clementine #momo #stray game tickle #clementine!lee #momo!lee #clementine!ler #momo!ler #robots #robot tickle #tickle art #art

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jenniejjun · 11 months

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Oi lindinha, tu poderia fazer algo com a Momo ela dom e a leitora toda carente querendo muita atenção kkkkkk ? 🥺

𝐎𝐇, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃.

PAR: hirai momo x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: smut e fluff

avisos: a momo chupa seu dedo em algum momento (nem perguntem), momo!soft!dom, leitora!sub, algumas lágrimas já que a leitora entra em uma espiral breve, orgasm denial, nipple play e nipple sucking, overstimulation, uso de vibrador, scissoring (de novo porque eu amo cachorrice), fluidos corporais sendo espalhados (saliva)

gente, eu, genuinamente, achei que não ia conseguir fazer isso porque tava com medo de parecer como todos os outros smuts que já postei aqui mas gostei bastante desse. inclusive, a relação da leitora com a momo me deixou 🥹 das ideias!! recomendo vocês ouvirem need da taylor swift pra ler essa, porque essa música descreve muito a vibe que eu construí pra essas duas. é música unreleased então paciência comigo. mas, eu espero você goste anon e que seja tudo que você tinha em mente!!

Tudo teria começado com uma mensagem de texto.

Você não era ingênua o bastante para achar que não sabia o que estava fazendo, provocando Momo daquele jeito mas ficar em casa como a namoradinha troféu que era também entediava de vez em quando. No momento, a namorada trabalhava enquanto você passava pelos canais fechados da TV.

Por curiosidade, abriu o vídeo que mandara horas atrás. Você estava sentada na cama de vocês, os lençóis emaranhados ainda mostrando a atividade de mais cedo. Trajando um moletom rosinha do guarda-roupa dela, você cruzou as perninhas e começou a gravação silenciosa. Os cabelos foram presos com uma presilha e você infiltrou as mãos dentro da blusa grande de frio, passeando-as pelo tronco desnudo e encostando na renda do sutiã que trajava por baixo de tudo aquilo. Querendo que a imaginação de Momo voasse longe com aquilo.

No corte final, apenas a visão de seu pescoço para baixo ficava visível mas você fez com que, de alguma forma, seu lábio inchadinho fizesse uma aparição sapeca quando o mordeu. Levantando a blusa de moletom, vagarosamente, e então puxando a renda do sutiã para cima em conjunto, você libertou os seios molinhos.

Os biquinhos ainda estavam suaves, a protuberância não tinha se formado com a excitação e você se aproveitou disso massageando-os de forma sensual para a câmera. Sentindo as auréolas endurecendo nos seus dedos conforme você girava os botões acesos entre seus indicadores e polegares.

Foram exatos vinte segundos disso antes de você decidir dar um fim ao vídeo e mandá-lo direto para a namorada. A visualização eminente de Hirai a assustava, o silêncio era ensurdecedor e só podia significar uma coisa. Você sabia que sua namorada era incapaz de ser cruel, mas não consistia de que era inábil de vingativo. Como se pudesse lê-la, Momo lhe respondeu com um sucinto e simples “logo estarei em casa”.

Então ali estava você, esperando. Carente. Já havia feito de tudo. Tomada um banho com os sais de pétalas de rosa que Momo e você tinham comprado no fim de semana passado, feito sua skincare rotineira e penteado os cabelos. Cheirava ao perfume perfeito de rosas e Chanel No. 5. O relógio marcava 6:16, o que indicava que sua mulher estava a caminho e muito provavelmente subindo pelo elevador do prédio nesse exato momento.

Certeira em sua dedução, a tranca da porta apitou poucos segundos depois de você se arrumar no sofá e a figura de Hirai Momo adentrando seu apartamento te arrebateu. O terninho preto aberto com a combinação da blusa branca e o batom vermelha te deixavam um pouco sem fôlego, mesmo que fosse o uniforme habitual dela. Mesmo assim, Momo nunca falhava em te deixar embasbacada.

Você estava sentadinha em cima das pernas, um conjunto branco de seda preparado só pra recebê-la. Um shortinho e um sutiã. Porém, ao contrário do que acreditava, Momo lhe lançou um sorriso antes de atravessar a sala direto para a cozinha te deixando ali, confusa e com o seu centro pulsando em antecipação.

“Amor?”, você decidiu segui-la e a encontrou depositando a sacola que ao menos tinha visto nas mãos dela antes. O paletó preto esquecido em uma das cadeiras. “Você ‘tá brava comigo?”

Momo te encarou abstrusa com a pergunta, o sorriso dócil jamais deixando os lábios pintados antes de te puxar para perto e enlaçar sua cintura. “Por que eu estaria? Vem cá, vamos comer.”

Selando sua boca demoradamente, você passou os braços pelo pescoço dela se moldando a sua forma. Finalmente tendo o contato quente da língua dela na sua, as mãos delicadas e firmes dela em você te faziam ver estrelas mas a pequena sessão de carícias durou pouco sendo interrompida pela mesma.

“A comida vai esfriar, vem.”, insistiu ela.

Durante a refeição de Jokbal, você não conseguia tirar seus olhos dela. Ela fingiria que nada havia acontecido? Talvez a castigasse e você estava errada, Momo sabia ser cruel? Ou então, estava guardando todo o tesão para o momento mais importuno que achasse. Somente você sabia como sua namorada gostava de tomar riscos de vez em quando. Você honestamente não sabia, mas precisava tentar, ao menos, perguntar. Existia um pedacinho de molho no canto da boca dela e com isso, tirou proveito para se aproximar dela e limpar com seu próprio dedo.

Ela corou um pouquinho, agradecida, antes de sugar seu polegar para dentro da boca dela. O pequeno círculo vermelho aumentando a sucção te fazendo fechar repentinamente as pernas. Momo não parecia inclinada em parar, contudo. Os olhos te encarando fixamente.

“Ah… Momori, você tem certeza de que não está… Brava comigo?”, era estranho tê-la te chupando assim e vocês nem estavam transando mas com a maior naturalidade, Hirai largou seu polegar dando um pequeno beijinho nele e voltando a sorrir meiga. Você quis explodir.

“Já é a segunda vez que você me pergunta isso, meu amor. Tem alguma coisa te preocupando?”

Você, você quis responder mas se limitou em suspirar fundo e tomar coragem para dizer. Eram namoradas há tantos anos, não existia momento em que Momo não fizesse você se sentir em casa. Ela era sua casa. Estar perto dela era quase como que uma necessidade. Você sempre esteve perdidamente apaixonada por essa mulher que mal consegue proferir uma palavra em sua língua materna.

“Você tá tão estranha, bê… Desde que mandei aquela mensagem. Tá tudo bem se você não gostou, não mando mais. Você tava no trabalho, foi meio sem noção mesmo né?”, já começou se desculpando mas Momo não aceitou. O ato já era tão costumeiro que você mal percebeu quando ela te passou da cadeira para o colo dela.

Seus bracinhos rodeavam o pescoço dela novamente. Se aproximando, a japonesa deu um cheirinho gosto no teu pescoço que te fez arrepiar. Soltar um gritinho estridente com a sensação da boca dela na tua clavícula. Momo mordeu ali rapidinho só porque podia.

“Oh, meu bem… Eu queria te surpreender. Te pegar de surpresinha, talvez quando eu saísse do banho. Hm? Me esfregar nesse seu corpinho.”, ela entoou as possibilidades. De certa forma, você não estava errada. Ela realmente ia esperar um momento importuno para te provocar. Sorrindo com a contestação de seu conhecimento em Momo Hirai, deixou com que ela estalasse mais beijinhos por toda a extensão de seu pescoço. “Sentiu tanto assim minha falta? ‘Tava tão necessitada de mim que botou esses peitinhos pra fora só pra me chamar a atenção, né, amorzinho?”

“Eu tava tão entediada. Pensando tanto em ti, Moguri, não deu pra segurar.”, você justificou manhosa.

Não deixou que ela falasse nada, juntou os lábios em um beijinho gostoso e lento onde permitiu que suas línguas se enroscassem. A dela massageava a sua conforme as mãos espertas apertavam suas costas, você infiltrava seus dedos pelos fios pretos dela. O único som presente na cozinha era o da respiração de vocês que ficava mais pesada durante o beijo. Soltando uma lufada de ar, você chupou a língua de Momo abrindo os olhinhos e encontrando ela de encarando.

Os olhos gritavam o desejo que estava emanando entre vocês, sem aguentar você arrastou a boca para o queixo dela deixando uma trilha de saliva que brilhou com a luz branca da cozinha de vocês.

“Tadinha da minha princesa, você se tocou pensando em mim, foi?”, ela quis saber e quando você negou, ela xingou baixinho. “Você é perfeita, sabia?”

Ela sempre fazia questão de dizer mesmo quando você não acreditava, mas dessa vez, não houve tempo para que a contradissesse. Momo te levantou e se levantou em seguida, roubando mais um beijo quando você gemeu em protesto do afastamento.

“Eu quero você.”, resmungou carente.

Ela riu, achando você uma graça como de costume. “E eu você, mas antes eu preciso tomar banho, princesa. Me espera no nosso quarto, tá bom?”

Você não queria mas não era como se tivesse escolha, Momo havia acabado de sair de um turno exaustivo na empresa onde trabalhava e embora fosse uma figura de respeito lá dentro, evitava dar motivos para que duvidassem de sua capacidade como mulher de negócios. Logo, isso significava inúmeros dias cansativos onde você recebia sua namorada de braços abertos para o conforto de sua casa.

Ela merecia um tempinho só dela.

Por isso, você esperou pacientemente. Arrumou o quarto rapidamente, mesmo sabendo que ela já teria visto toda a bagunça que havia permanecido ali, jogou os lençóis sujos na máquina e os substituiu por novos aromatizando o quarto no processo. Foi quando parou para olhar o quarto e seu resultado que sentiu braços molhados lhe envolvendo e a presença reconfortante e cheirosa de Momo atrás de si. Pelo canto de seus olhos, era capaz de ver a Hirai de toalha. Os cabelos molhados e a cara lavada. Tão linda quanto fica quando acorda.

“No fim das contas, eu consegui te pegar de surpresinha quando sai do banho.”, ela murmurou baixinho no seu ouvido. Você mordeu o lábio para esconder o sorriso safado, revirou os olhos com o tesão. “Deita lá pra mim.”

Você nem precisou de um segundo comando para pular na cama entusiasmada, arrancando um risinho da mulher. Encarou o momento em que a toalha caiu no chão revelando o corpo nu da namorada para si, os peitos redondinhos e perfeitos com os biquinhos rosados. O monte vênus parecia incomodá-la, mas você não precisava que ninguém te dissesse o quanto ela te queria.

“Isso é muito injusto, tá?”, você proferiu deixando que ela subisse na cama e se aproximasse de você. Engatinhando, parecia uma gata naquela visão. Você abriu as pernas para ela. “Você tá aí toda gostosa e eu tô aqui.”

“Tá toda gostosa também, quer que eu prove pra você?”, ela questionou e você assentiu. Não era boba. Mas nem ela. “Vai ter que pedir.”

“Eu peço.”, admitiu sem vergonha. Jogando os cabelos para o lado, deixou que ela tirasse o sutiã que trajava. Seus seios pulando para a fora da peça que os segurava. Os mamilos não pareciam mais com os do vídeo, esses estavam duros de volúpia. “Por favor, amor. Mama eles até eles ficarem vermelhinhos, até eu te pedir pra parar. Por favor, por favor, por favor, por favor.”

Momo mordiscou sua boca antes de confirmar o que você já sabia que ela te daria. Balançando as mamas, você jogou a cabeça para trás esperando a sensação molhada que veio em intervalos. Espasmos percorriam seu corpo quando você se permitiu olhar e pegou as lambidinhas que mulher deixava em seus bicos pontudos. Rodando um na mão, chupou o outro com força de vontade. Percorreu a língua pela carne dura, empurrando o mamilo para lá e para cá.

Você apertou as pernas necessitando de fricção, um gemido altinho escapou.

“Por favor, amor.”, implorou chorosa.

“Shh, calma. Calma.”

Ela continuou chupando, cuspiu algumas vezes nos brotinhos sensíveis espalhando sua saliva por eles como uma forma de aumentar a sensação excitante. Porém, o combo que quase a fez perder a estribeiras foi a mordida suave que Momo deixou no mamilo direito. Você soltou um som que mais parecia com um ganido cruzando os calcanhares, que com muito esforço foram separados, e caiu de costas na cama.

“Eu vou gozar!”, anunciou e Momo negou com a cabeça condescendente. Arrastando uma linha de saliva de seu busto até seu queixo e então, para dentro de sua boca. Você chupou obediente. O corpo pelado da mulher montava sua perna e você sentia a umidade que te deixava louca. “Momo…”

“Mas já? Tsk, poxa, vida… Ainda não. Aguenta mais um pouquinho, tá?”, ela pediu com a voz doce.

Como poderia negar? Anuindo sem muitas opções, você levantou o quadril em um pedido silencioso para que ela tirasse aquele shortinho ensopado de você e logo, sua buceta encharcada sentiu o friozinho do quarto. Inconscientemente, você espasmou com o estímulo inexistente. Observou conforme Momo se levantava e ia até a cabeceira do quarto, de lá, voltando com a varinha mágica de vocês.

Um vibrador rosa e grandinho, com a cabecinha mais potente que você já tinha visto. Só de se recordar, virou a cabeça para o lado choramingando.

“Ah, vida! A gente nem começou.”, tranquilizou ela ligando o aparelho. O grave zunido se fez presente no quarto e você fechou os olhos com força já imaginando o pior, ou melhor, que poderia acontecer. Momo sentou entre suas pernas. Era uma visão, os cabelos pretos caiam para frente cobrindo esporadicamente os peitos. Um mamilo visível pelas cortinas negras, outro não. A pele cremosa brilhando com um pouquinho de suor e loção hidrante.

A mão dela que não segurava o vibrador afastou suas pernas, as abrindo o máximo que conseguia antes de posicionar o vibrador ligado nos lábios menores de sua vagina, arrastando todo o aparelho do clitóris até sua abertura. Acumulando o líquido viscoso ali. Era uma sensaçãozinha gostosa de tremor que seria muito bem-vinda se você já não estivesse sensível com a brincadeira de mais cedo.

Levantando a cabeça, você revirou os olhos soltando gemidinhos agudos e entrecortados. Estava inquieta, não sabia se olhava ou se deixava a cabeça pender para trás então fazia um misto dos dois. Sentia como se o ar estivesse sendo arrancado de você, por isso, o peitoral subia e descia com agressividade e você esperneava levemente se Momo fosse boazinha o suficiente para soltar suas pernas ocasionalmente. Tentava fechá-las, mas somente recebia a pressão em sua virilha para mantê-las abertas.

“Para, para, para, para. Por favor, amor, eu…”, a frase seguiu inacabada quando você lastimou apertando os lençóis ao seu lado. O vibrador estava constantemente em cima do seu clitóris agora. Em um grito silencioso, você abriu a boca tentando se virar para o lado para agarrar o travesseiro quando a estimulação cessou novamente. “O quê? Por que? Ah não. Momori, gatinha..”

Momo estava parada sob você, o vibrador agora desligado em mãos. Você chorou, ao menos sabia que tinha isso em você. Lágrimas escorreram de seus olhos até seus cabelos.

“Mas você me disse que queria parar…”, analisou a japonesa.

“Eu tava errada, não sabia o que tava falando. Por favor!”

A Hirai riu de você, não de uma forma cruel que te faria sentir diminuída, mas do jeito dócil e gentil dela de sempre. A mesma Momo que riria de qualquer piada sem graça sua só porque foi você quem contou. Da mesma forma, você fungou afetada.

“Você quer gozar?”, ela indagou cafajeste.

Se sobrepondo sob os cotovelos, você confirmou com a cabeça. Sem emitir som, apenas os olhos pidões e vermelhinhos. Ela negou e você franziu o cenho.

“Por favor.”, insistiu.

“Não adianta implorar, ainda tem um caminhozinho pra gente percorrer até você poder gozar. Eu consegui esperar então você também consegue.”, ela lembra.

Por um momento, você pensa que ela está sendo amarga pelo que você aprontou mais cedo e talvez seja. Mas ainda assim, não te faz ver a razão de tudo isso. Você tenta se remexer inquieta e ela para seus movimentos com a mão, rindo. Leva dois dedos até a boca e chupa suficientemente bem até que estejam bem molhados antes de esfregar eles em você. Seu quadril pula sem consciência e você geme alto. Está inchada, consegue sentir o prazer latejando em sua vulva. Ligando o vibrador novamente, Momo insere ele entre vocês antes de sentar em cima da bolinha.

Assim, a vibração passa dela até você. E assim, sente como se tivesse chegado ao paraíso. Sente como se fosse morrer ali mesmo, da melhor transa que já tiveram. Pois, a jovem japonesa rebola para frente e para trás em cima maldita bolinha vibrante fazendo ela escorrer entre as gotinhas brancas de vocês.

“Pensei nisso o dia inteiro, sabia? Desde que você me mandou aquele vídeo, esses peitinhos balançando e eu só podia pensar em como queria eles na minha boca.”, ela incitou. Pegando nos seus peitos e os torcendo levemente nas mãos, já você tentava segurar-se pateticamente nela enquanto ofegava e gemia ao mesmo tempo. “Foi um dia longo, bebê. Não via a hora de chegar em casa e te ter assim pra mim, manhosinha e louquinha pra me dar. Porque você quer. Não quer me dar?”

“Quero. Quero muito. Mete em mim, linda. Vai, só um pouquinho.”, seus sussurros incoerentes foram encontrados com um ‘não’ suave da parte dela fazendo você choramingar.

“Tudo no seu tempo, boneca.”, ela afirmou sentando firme. A vibração escorregou para sua entrada e você quase gozou, se não fosse por sua extrema força de vontade e o quase gritinho estridente que soltou. “Segura.”

Momo, de repente, desligou o vibrador o dispensando. Seu corpo permanecia tendo espasmos quando você olhou para baixo e você reluzia tanto que não sabia se estava suada ou se o pré-gozo de vocês já começava a se misturar. Todavia, não perderam tempo reparando nisso quando Momo se virou de lado e sentou-se em cima de sua entradinha molhada. Buceta com buceta se esfregando. Ela levantou uma de suas pernas, a deixando apoiada no colchão para segurar e cavalgou.

Os tecidos dançavam criando as sensações eletrizantes que te percorriam e a ela. Seus sons se misturavam e você já deveria ter uma noção que soava quase obscena agora, algo que os vizinhos claramente reclamariam depois. No entanto, focou apenas na maneira como sua namorada revirava os olhos e gemia baixinho com a fricção gostosa de suas intimidades se tocando e levou uma de suas mãos até seu seio beliscando.

“Momo, por favor. Eu não aguento mais.”, postulou sôfrega e finalmente, a mulher anuiu em compaixão. Levou uma de suas mãos até seu rosto e se inclinou para frente para beijá-la.

“Vem pra mim, você fica tão linda gozando que chega até ser pecado eu te negar isso mais uma vez.”, admitiu. Sob seus lábios, você soltou todos os sons possíveis enquanto sentia ela te levando ao ápice com uma frequência maior. Aumentando a velocidade para que você chegasse lá mais rápido.

Não demorou muito pra acontecer, seu orgasmo chegando tão arrebatadoramente que mordeu seu lábio sem querer arrancar sangue. Contudo, Momo lambeu antes que pudesse escorrer para fora de sua boca. Você estava destruída, desgastada na cama e se recuperando dos jatinhos que ainda espiravam de você involuntariamente em pequenas quantias quando sentiu os dela vindo também.

Momo gozou te beijando, uma mistura maluca de dentes, saliva e um pouquinho de cabelo que no final, acabaram por fazer as duas rirem. Ela se jogou ao seu lado, um lenço já em sua mão como sempre fazia quando terminavam as relações. Te limpando suavemente e se desculpando sempre que você pulava em surpresa ou dor.

Você, no entanto, sorria boba e divertida. “Quem diria que um vídeo de peitinhos te deixaria assim. Acho que devo fazer isso mais vezes.”

Momo apertou o lenço em sua buceta fazendo choramingar manhosa, ela riu jogando ele fora.

“Não seja má comigo, você gostou.”, afirmou jogando uma das pernas pelo quadril dela. Assentindo, Hirai te abraçou com os lábios carnudos traçando um caminho de beijinhos pelo seu rosto.

“Gostei, você sabe que eu amo seus peitos. Só que um aviso seria bom da próxima vez, algum dos meus colegas de trabalho poderia ter visto.”, alertou ela de olhinhos fechados.

“Talvez, eles só ficassem com inveja do que você ia ter te esperando quando chegasse em casa. Ou se for uma garota bonitinha, você podia a chamar.”, brincou piscando.

Sabia exatamente como judiar da namorada que abriu um dos olhos beliscando sua bunda nua, virando o jogo e ficando por cima de você. “Tá merecendo uma chave de buceta bem dada nessa sua cara, não acha não?”

Você sorriu sapeca. “Só se for sua.”

Os vizinhos, com certeza, reclamariam no dia seguinte mas a necessidade entre vocês duas era maior do que qualquer notificação de incômodo ali.

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