#mha ken takagi

[mhabirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Ken Takagi (Lock Hero: Rock Lock) – June 9th

[epickiya722]

What do you mean you can put your top fave five in an poll image thingy?!

If you want to do it ⬇

[manny-hughez]

Need him to get more screen time right now or else..

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

rock lock who fucks you so good and hard after having to deal w these other stupid ass heroes. "hahh fuck yea baby… you like that shit huhh like when a nigga putting all this dick up in yo guts." he groans in your ear holding you up by your throat as your fist dug into the sheet and tears stream down your face.

the rough backshots he was giving you made you feel like you were on another plane as your eyes rolled back. "you don’t think ’m stupid huh mama? aghh.. them fuck ass niggas got me taking anger out on you.. but ’m fucking you good huh?”

when rock lock fucked you while ranting about whatever piss him off, especially when it wasn’t you, you knew you were in for a loong rough session of fucking, cuz he couldn’t take it up with them lest he lose his job and you didn’t mind it a single bit not if this was how he was converting his anger.

"yesss daddyyy~ i don’t care i don’t care.. love you fucking my pussy like this!" you gasp, trembling when his hips pressed flush against yours, all 9 inches buried deep in your cunt. "of course you love it y’fuckin slut."

he moans when you squeezed down on his dick as you squirt, kissing your open mouth as you and succeed at pulling away to breathe. "ahhh fuuuck kennn~ daddy made my pussy so wet!" your legs still shook as he tilted your head towards him giving you sloppy kisses.

you flopped down into the bed when he lets go of your neck, his dick coming out of you in the process with a wet ‘pop’ as he taps your thigh repeatedly. "unt unt girl i ain’t finished witchu turn that ass over." you whine from the stimulation slowly turning over.

"ion know why you actin like you don’t want this dick girl.. be begging for it on the daily shut that shit up." you giggle at his scrunched up face and he sucks his teeth. "sorry daddy i do want it you just so big it be hurting my tummy."

he hums biting his lip, looking in between your spread legs at your soaked pussy "mmm you too fuckin sexy i ain’t gon be done fuckin you til morning." and you liked the sound of that.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[luselih]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock and a chubby female reader with public nudity and hypnosis please? In the story, the two are going on a date to the beach. But the reader hypnotizes Rock into losing his swim trunks and so he'll feel more comfortable being naked on the entire date, much to her delight. What do you think?

look at ME || rock lock

summary/ask: a date on a beach went a bit more existing than you expected, not that you mind of course 😉

content warnings I smut (minor back off 🤺), consent is not mentioned but it is given by Rock before this happened so this is consensual!, chubby!fem! reader, neutral skin tone reader as always, public sex, unprotected sex, handjob, cow girl position, creampie and tummy bulge because i am horny 🥰, rock is smitten w you even without hypnosis, tit play, a made this more romantic than usual, reader have a hypothesizing quirk (more like Succubus quirk tho-) +more…

a/n- i think that i like this request very much, i am sorry for writing this MUCH later than i thought i would, ya girl is trying to be in top 5 in her class 🥹 (update, i am 6th best 🥰)

Hot summer days were Rock Lock’s favorite things ever, aside from you of course but did he loved when crimes were low like this in the summer, so there was a lot of fun dates on beach sides and having special time with you. Today was as same as every other lazy day at his hotel he owned - waking up late as you two lazily rolled over the bed for the next two hours for extra cuddles and comfort. While his hands of course slide over your body, memorizing your body like he fears he would go blind any moment soon and regret not looking and feeling your body every single day.

Soon enough you two finally get up from the bed, doing your morning routine in the bathroom and going down to eat a breakfast at hotels lounge area and finally dragging your asses to a nearby beach to catch some sunlight and enjoy cold water of the sea for the rest of the day.

Running in the ocean as the air was filled up with sound of water splashing and soft laughter and giggles from you two as you play fighted each other, hands obviously touching each other’s bodies both just to provoke and tease other other for a better time at the pretty empty beach for a surprise since it was packed last few days.

When you got tired you left him in the water to get some rest on a beach towel you two bring to here, your soft body finally getting some rest as you sipped on your can of drink of choice. Front teeth biting on the straw, your eyes sliding over your boyfriends magnificent face and body. His dark and thick curly hair drenched with the water and his tan body shining underneath the harsh sunlight, his big arms, wide shoulders and perfect abdomen were like eye candy for you to look as your eyes darted down onto his muscular thighs, biting your lips as the thought of what it is in his bathing shorts, already feeling your insides dingle with excitement. With a swift smile you blinked your eyes couple of times, your normal round pupils turning into a heart shaped ones, your e/c getting hints of strong pink in them as you stared up and down on your boyfriend like a thirsty beast in the wild, waiting for your boyfriend to turn and make eye contact with you.

“Look at me”

And as planned he turned around to see you looking at him like that, his breath slowly started to get rigid and his lips dry. Only things he heard were “hmm~ look at my good looking boyfriend here~~” “you look absolutely beautiful in that bathing shorts love…but i think you would look even better without those on~” “cmon~~it’s only us here” Your hypnotizing voice filling up his pretty head, his dick undeniably getting harder and harder in tight fit of his shorts anyway, his hand sliding over his abs as his fingers got a hold of hem of shorts and pulled it down. Down his legs to his ankles and throw it away (don’t worry, it landed somewhere on the sand so he will have them at end lol-) and be in all of his glory at shallow sea. His dick quickly arose from you, slowly becoming hard solid as he licked his lips, his hand giving his member a small stimulation of couple of pumps. His body yearning your touch quickly and he needs it immediately.

Slowly, you arose from your place at the towel, his eyes catching the way your ass jingles as you walk and your tiddies jump when you take a step by step towards him. Entering the water slowly as you hold a eye contact with him, you finally stood in front of him. Your face playing innocence but your eyes looked like you were about to jump on him, he then heard.

“Need some help with that, honey?”

“Please, please i fucking need some help please-“

He begged almost pathetically, sweat running down his face and neck as his body almost combusted from your presence alone. His breath hitched mid breath when your hand reached his member, thumb caressing his angry tip and slowly pushing your hand up and down as you pressed your breast against his body. His mouth didn’t even waste a single second before his plump lips chased yours, hands gripping your love handles and your cheeks down there, folding and holding them underwater his rough skin, pulling you even deeper and closer to him. He craved your body, craved the perfect feeling of your body on his, the way you swayed, the way your breast jumped and your thighs shook from pleasure. He wanted it now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

His lips ravishing yours within a minute, he really tried to pull you two away the water he swears he did but your drunken eyes just made him delirious. Picking you up by your things and carrying you to shallow water, where sand and water meet and lay you down and looked you like a real man, man with love and desire for you and only you, his only one.

While another make out session was happening between your mouths, his hand slipped into your bikini top sliding over erected nipple, tugging them with just enough force that will make you whine so sweetly in his ear. His other hand slide down to your intimate part, sliding them over to side and getting good look at such a pretty sight between your legs. His movements however were stopped by you, suddenly getting a hold of his shoulders and pushing him down, flipping you two to reverse your positions. His back now pressed against cold sand as ocean slapped over your legs and back and practically making you look like a goddess between the humans. His hand flew over your hips again as you again teasingly got his dick in your hand and brushed against your puffy pussy lips and tiny bud before he got so fed up by your teasing that his hand gripped your ass cheeks hard and pulled them apart almost painfully, making you yelp and lean against his chest with your, lips brushing so closely as he pushed mushroom shaped head between your tight hole, hissing at the slick feel of gummy inside of you.

A loud whine left your lips, hips trying to get away from that overwhelming stretch as your walls practically choked the living shit of his penis. Your tiny whimpers and moans that left your mouth right in front of his lips almost make him want to— No that’s bad, he breathed shakily as he lowered you down to hilt. Losing his mind when your walls tensed up almost every couple of seconds. His lips kissing your jaw and whispering sweet nothings as he took the charge of your hip movement, making you bounce like a doll that he can only play with, his only.

You tried to fight for your dominance back, getting balance by gripping his shoulders and started riding him like there is no tomorrow. His right hand pinching your nipple, tugging on them as you mewled at stimulation and other pressed on your tummy bulge as his thumb pressed against your love button and started rubbing it, peace of his finger getting faster and faster when he felt you were close.

I mean how couldn’t you approach finishing so soon, heavy eye contact and beautiful things being said between you two as he put your pleasure on the first place (toying with your nipples and clit as his head kissed the sensitive cervix) cold water and hot sun kissed your bodies. It was perfect. Even when he finished, burying his face in your neck as his cum coated your inside white.

After couple of silent moments, he kissed your lips as your quirk finished working after just 5 minutes, a groan left both of you when you finally pulled away and stood up somehow. His cum slowly sliding down your thighs and into the sand as your legs quivered from the sensitivity. You cursed when you just realized how messed up you looked, trying to pull everything together in place.

But a hand pressed against your lower stomach stopped you mid track as a familiar body pressed against your back and husky, almost dangerously low voice ringed your ears.

(after another round(s), he got his trunks back at the end so don’t worry (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

“I think i deserve something from you for losing my shorts, my little devil”

[underratedmhapoll]

Match 8 - Camie Utsushimi - Mirage Hero: Illus-o-Camie VS Ken Takagi - Lock Hero: Rock Lock

[everypanelofrumi]

Chapter 259 - A Quiet Beginning

[everypanelofkatsuki]

Chapter 283 - 75

[quirkwizard]

Is there a pro-hero (maybe even in the top ten) that Lemillion could reasonably defeat at least 6/10?

Considering that this encompassing so many characters, I'm going to be sticking to the ones I am certain Mirio could beat and the match ups I consider the most interesting. If there is any one specific fight you want me to talk about, let me know.

Present Mic: Ironically, Mirio's biggest weakest may be his greatest strength. Since Mirio can't hear anything, Present Mic can't really harm him. And since Mic is such a stationary fighter, Mirio could just swim up to him and punch him in the stomach.

Rock Lock: Anything he puts up is going to be bypassed without an issue. Sure, he could try to lock Mirio down via his costume, but he needs to turn his hand to apply the affect. And in that moment, Mirio is going to become intangible and attack from a different angle.

Pixie Bob: While drastically changing the environment would be a major problem for most, that doesn't matter to Mirio. No matter where or how she moves the terrain, Mirio has a way to move through it and keep gunning for Pixie Bob. It may prolong the fight by redirecting and confusing Mirio, but I still think he'd sink a win.

Fat Gum: While it would normally be a bad idea to launch yourself into Fat Gum's stomach, Mirio can phase right out after he's made an attack. Since Fat Gum can't really counter that, Mirio could widdle away at any reserves he has. Fat Gum does have his kinetic return, but he needs to charge that up and land the hit, which is easier said then done.

[mhabirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Ken Takagi (Lock Hero: Rock Lock) – June 9th

[epickiya722]

You know what made me take to Rock Lock rather quickly?

He treats being a Pro Hero as a damn job.

Look, debut episode he came off "mean", but plot reasons and genre aside, he had a fucking point.

Why in the hell were high school kids brought in to deal with the damn Yakuza?

Mind you, this is coming from a man who has a whole wife and a baby son.

Compared to Endeavor, Rock Lock is a lot better than his ass. In fact, he's a lot better than most of the Pros considering most of them treat being a Pro Hero like being some celebrity. Mt. Lady and Best Jeanist are examples.

Uh, didn't Endeavor not only become a Pro Hero because he wanted to one up All Might and even went as far as abusing his family?

Rock Lock being "mean" isn't him being malicious compared to some other characters who are a lot worse to children.

He was making a point that being a Pro Hero isn't some game. You literally put your life on the line. Let me remind you that some of the kids want to be Pro Heroes just to be famous, Mineta for example.

I would be critical, too, when if someone decides to risk their life for the sake of just wanting to be popular. The man has experience being a Pro Hero. He probably has seen Heroes die!

Seeing kids, children, minors walk into a meeting about dealing with an evil organization in that was currently lead by a man that was EXPERIMENTING ON A CHILD probably brought fear into the man as he, again, has a family he loves.

Unlike some fucking Pro Hero.

And it's not like he is this "cold, heartless angry" man. He indeed gives credit where credit is due. You just have to earn it. Midoriya is my baby, my green sunshine, he is my favorite. But in the eyes of Rock Lock, he needed to prove that he wasn't one of those people who wanted to be a Hero just because. Again, Midoriya is a child, one who is sometimes reckless when his emotions get the best of him. That is not good when it comes to being on the field when fighting villains who are unpredictable and could kill you.

Also, during the Shie Hassaikai arc, he did show concern for Amajiki when he got hurt. So again, he isn't heartless.

He's just professional and doesn't play games.

Endeavor didn't even want to take Bakugou and Midoriya in for the Work Studies, he was actually annoyed by their presence.

What does that tell you about his character?

Exactly what was his excuse for that annoyance when they came there to get experience. It wasn't as if he didn't get to train Shoto. He was just being a little bitch.

People wonder why villains are the way they are, but if some of these Pros cared less about their fame and egos and more about the fact that their duty is to save people like Rock Lock, than maybe the villains wouldn't be the way they are.

[starandcloud]

Rock Lock head cannons

He loves all people, no matter their height. Highkey scared of people that are below his chin though. He calls them "Fucking Gremlins"

I feel like he's Bi

He has a HORRIBLE sleep schedule

Mans can cook though, like 5 star food and can be distracted the entire time

Is shit at pillow fights though ;-;

He sleeps defensively, curled into a ball

Is huge, and I mean HUGE, on physical touch

Cries when he's angry or way to happy, he's emotional. Fight me on this-

I can see him unironically liking hyperpop

He bites his thumb or chews his nails absent mindedly

NO SENSE OF DIRECTION AND GOD FORBID HE ASK FOR DIRECTIONS

Is still not over seeing this kid fit his entire fist in his mouth, he doesn't know how they did it

He has military language, "Fuck" is a verb, noun, adjective, and literally every other time of speech-

He can't write cursive ;-;, it's always so hard to read-

He has a scar running down his back from a villain attack when he was a fresh hero, shrapnel cut up his back

He can't handle the sound of someone throwing up, it makes him want to puke too

Also can't stand homophobic people

If you're best friend with this man... he will wake you up at 3 AM whether it's just because he couldn't sleep or because he just got back from a call and whisper "cheeeseee" and slap you with a piece of cheese. This also happens throughout the day

100% bought barbie themed stuff when the movie came out

He hugs defensively, one arm just under your shoulder blades and one just above your tailbone. So he can scoop and run

He has a bunny on a keychain a little kid gave him, her cherishes that thing like its his child, it's also his good luck charm

His first lost of a civilian was when he was 25, it was a little kid who got crushed by a building and he physically couldn't stop shaking and actually screamed when someone hugged him, another pro hero, he cried a lot and wasn't allowed in the field for a long time

When he's not working, I can see him being very childish and goofy. Literally anything could make him laugh if he's in a good mood

Something that would stop him in his tracks and send him the other way would be a child's cry. He's become acutely aware of every child's cry since his son was born.

He's a great parent, always wakes up with the baby and doesn't complain about having to change diapers and is honestly the worst when it comes to toys or baby clothes.

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Ken Takagi (Rock Lock)

Yandere type: Possessive

 Traits: Manipulative, Controlling, Stalker, Violent 

 Is it Instant love or one that grow over time: 

It takes at least a year or two of knowing his darling before anything starts.

 Delusional level (0-10): 

2, he doesn't really have any delusions in him and the small amount that he does have does not affect too much of his thinking.

 How will do they hide their yandere side: 

Most of the time he doesn't have a problem with hiding his yandere side but on the other hand he doesn't see a problem with them seeing some of his yandere side.

 Danger level (0-10): 

7, he is a yandere that is not to be taken lightly even though his lack of delusions does make him just a bit easier to deal with.

[helloescapist]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock, his wife and a reader practicing bondage and chastity please? In the fic, the wife suggests that they try a bondage session to spice up their love life with RL reluctantly accepting. They'd be introduced to the reader who's a bondage instructor and teaches the wife how to tie up and gag Rock Lock. You can decide on how RL would be tied along with the intimate scenes between them (and the reader). But I'd like Rock to have a large cloth gag to cover his mouth and his cock locked in chastity. What do you think?

Ah, I still think this is an adorable ask, and a great opportunity to spice up married life--- but I went rogue. I don't know why I'm like this. I hope this ask meets all of your expectations, and you're not disappointed. 🖤

To Reconnect | Rock Lock

Word Count: 2500

Setting: Rock Lock x wife x gn!reader (reader is a sex therapist)

Content Warning(s): smut, sex therapist, shibari knots, cloth gag, male chastity, teasing foreplay, voyeurism, threesome, oral (wife receiving), I think this is all--- sorry if I missed anything!

Summary: the Takagis need some assistance with reconnecting-- married life, a new baby, and a world full of villians. Will Rock Lock be able to let go, and just enjoy an intimate moment with his wife?

A/N: Well, Mrs. Takagi has never been given a name as far as I know, so we have just given her the name Saki for the s ake of this fic (forgive me!). Also, guys, just to be clear, this is fiction. If you see a sexual therapist's guidance, know that they will NOT be snogging. They are strickly professionals, and their job title is not consent.

The soft flutter of your hands that floated above his head, the graze of your fingers as they worked effortlessly on the knot before you. The slip of red cord fresh from its packaging caught between well practiced hands.  The praise of soft, plush lips as they divulged instructions, your guidance soft and informative as his wife attempted the same motion. Saki’s own fingers a little shaken, and unpracticed to the motion, the exact opposite of your own. Well-practiced in a way that left Takagi perplexed. A nervous knot of anxiety and excitement that blossomed into his throat at the unfamiliar territory, soothed into his bones at the gentle way your voice met his ears. Offered reassurance of his state, a chilled condition of exposed. Umber tones of mocha revealed the chill of goosebumps that nipped at his flesh. Muscles that strained, stripped of his clothing, bound his arms and legs, leaving little to the imagination nor room to hide beneath your understanding gaze, one that had caught him exposed so many times before.

                Those times had been different. Pen pressed between the lining of a soft notebook. Gentle music that offered to calm his agitation as his eyes flittered across the room. Well intended plants placed at calculated images, plush carpets and welcoming furniture in an office that alluded intimate lighting. Dulled his senses, and attempted to sooth the fray end of his nerves. The lean of his wife against his arm, shy in the way she refused to meet your eyes. Saki had been the one to suggest this, though it had not changed the small stutter when she answered your questions. The small smile of understanding that blossomed at your lips as you met her gaze, reassuring. Welcomed Saki to divulged secrets of his marital bedroom, of dynamics that had shifted when their little one had been born, and the affects it had had on their sex life. Unreactive to the line of his work, the stress of his career as a pro-hero, how Rock Lock had impacted his own mental status. Your accepting smile untouched session after session in which confidential had been spilled, slipped frustrations of control, and anxiety. A stress that had bundled into his existence, anxieties of what was to come, of the world he had chosen to raise a child in, how desperately he craved the sanctity of his marriage though he shuttered from her touch.

                No, the times in which you had offered reassurance had been different. Cool lighting exchanged for warm glows of lighting that hung overhead. Soft ambience of candles, of a bed wrapped in silk bedding. Pillows that were sot and inviting, tones of wood, and small plants, and mirrors that reflected his exposure. The position of a love seat placed before the bed in which you had guided Saki to dig her knees into. The kiss of ivory skin, blossomed pink buds that gave to the nervous plush of her shoulders revealing the shyness of her gaze. Waves of ocean that flickered deep longing, as evident as the blush on her cheeks. The tug of his large lips appraised by the sight of his wife; adoring how her blush captivated her cheeks, trailed down her neck and blossomed at her breast. The jingle of a key pressed between her breast, proof she alone contained the means of his arousal. The shy roll of her shoulders pressed into her cheek, squeezing her breast in nervousness as her finger twirled the curls that caught at her exposed clavicle. Tenderly peeking at him, as your hands found her back, gently urging her forward. Reassuring and firm, ensuring Saki reminded that this had been everything Ken asked for. The strain of his placid cock caught in the chastity. The soft silicone pressed against the tip of his penis only whispering how Saki had bit her lips at the small ticking it had produced when she had followed your guidance, captured his length, and secured between her soft fingers. Delicate and affectionate, warmed by the tender words you had guided her with, while also reminding Saki to offer praise for his vulnerability. The press of the toy already betraying his desires, unwavering in its duty.

                How you leaned over her, your hand fitting the small of her back as you tucked a soft white fabric into Saki’s hands. Guided her to his side, Saki’s shaking fingers pressed to his face, the warm of his deep hickory eyes caught against her own. As rough of the mountains that met the sea, crashed into waves that longed to touch, to accept the terrain and give life to one another, breathed in desperation as the cloth pressed to his mouth. Gauged and enduring warm whispers of praise that you provided. Saki once again taking place at the foot of the bed, your hand caught at the small of her back as you pressed the young woman onto all fours. Completing her form, fingers that traced along his wife, your eyes caught onto his own, as you pressed her forward. The tease of his lover caught at his feet. The overwhelming pull of sensations he would so often ignore at the height of his erection now teased every sense. Her hands warm as your own. Your fingers that traced the inner working of his calves, encouraged Saki to follow the same motion. Traced over muscles, caught on old scars he had earned from villains. Cooed affections, rubbed at the height of his thighs as Saki placed kiss after kiss against the height of his thighs. Near horrified by the way his gasps caught against the silk cloth. Unable to deny the small wiggle that his extremities provided against the red shibari knots that secured him in place. The desire that spread from the gaze of the younger blonde woman.  How lovingly she traced his muscles, poured her fingers into each motion as she grazed the touch of his hips. Drew cutesy little hearts into the taunt of his flesh, his own moans stifled at the caught of a cloth, the warm gaze you caught him in. Shuffled between praises of his wife, and the noticeable rock of your own hips whispering deeply buried desires. The strain of your clothes despite how exposed the marital couple before you had been in your instruction. Leaned forward, as your nail caught a sensitive ending on his hip bone, drawing Saki’s attention to the neglected area. “A small bite, right here,” you purred. Quickly answered as Saki’s teeth grazed against him, the murmur of Takagi’s shattered nerves succumbed to the doting you guided the couple through. The quiver of his arms, unable to do nothing more than subject himself to Saki’s will under your instruction. The sweet torture of watching your hands fitted to Saki’s hips straddled against his core. Denied by the chastity that confined him, as you gently attended to her position. Securing her exposed heat to the toy that captivated him, steered her hips in a rocking motion that budded her clit against the shaft of his placid dick. Warmed by her heat, and cooed in ways that revealed the drip of her cunt against him. Excited, and overwhelmed at the kisses that rolled onto his clavicle caught at his neck, and your hands forcing her to remain in place rocked against his neglected manhood that left Rock Lock humming desperations. The shy moans of his wife long gone as she cried for his touch, begged to feel the distinct knick of his notched fingers. Soothed only by the delicate press of your weight onto the bed. Your fingers quick to ease her frustrations as the flitted to her clit. Teasing circles that reassured Saki that denial of his state would pay off for the both of them, she need only be patient. Tended to by the warm flick of your gaze that caught on the buds of Saki’s breast heaved in ecstasy. The ache of his senses savoring the flow of her your fingers pressed against his wife’s clitoris. Rubbed raw and stimulated against the catch of the toy that bound him. The knots rubbed into him with each of her teasing grind, one hand caught on her hip. Desperately seeking release, cooed affections to the broad of his chest, grazed her teeth against his neck. Your gentle gaze warm and enjoying the pull of Saki between your fingers as she worshiped her husband. Takagi’s groans becoming more audible, and no longer contained by the cloth at the kiss of Saki’s lips against his temple.

                “K-Ken,” she purred in his ear, the small yank of his hand. Denied by the binds that had him. Desperate to tuck her hair behind her ear. The imploring begging look as the blue eyes peeked over her shoulder at you. Permission, struggling to accept she alone contained the key to his release. A knowing smile that caught at the curls that fell against her back, allowing a quiet nod. Eager and fumbling for key between her breast, playful, and unable to deny the way your hands found her erect nipples, toying with them, challenging her desires before allowing one hand to find the warmth of her clit, the strain of Rock Lock’s hip revealing his own desperation. Eager to reconnect after so long, the smile you allowed yourself to relinquish your hold on the eager young bride, chided yourself for allowing your fingers to wander on a client. Y-you had only intervened when they needed assistance, swallowing the lump of need and the heat of your own desires as you crawled off the bed. To reconnect as husband and wife.

                Oblivious to the knots that had come loose in your distracting thoughts. Unaware of the shift of the bed, the weight below you leaned far more than expected. The press of a hand against your back, pinioning you to the bed with a simple touch. The flurry of your heart as the voice met your ears. Warm and enticing as it met your neck. Hissed teasing desires, revealing your own. The delicate touch of a woman that fitted against your hips, as Ken’s words drew you into his lap. “Do you really want to leave?” Aware of the code, and the contract everyone had signed before engaging. The heat of your face against his hold, Saki’s finger’s grazing across your own as the tenderness of her touch grazed across your cheek, traced your jawline as you had demonstrated on her husband. The lump at the base of your throat, offering only a nod. Tempted to remind them of your position—your occupation was to merely guide—“your body disagrees.” Strummed at the flick of finger against your core. The horror of your state, of your duties dismissed so quickly. Tickled and warmed, as you cooed against their touch.

                Saki had learned so well under your instruction, as she had proven. Eager to practice her new skills as her husband bound you to the firm press of his body. His hold as effective as any shibari knot, gentle as the graze of his callous, notched fingers. Warm as the breath that huffed against your neck. The growth of his reaction growing more, evident pressed into your back as his eyes followed the eager gaze of his wife. Her form crawled against you. Kisses that trained along your thighs, nipped lightly at the height of your thighs. Toyed with the dip of your hips, and trailed up to warm breaths that hung on the collar of your shirt. Mrs. Takagi’s eyes momentarily pausing to appraise that of your state, and meet with the consent of her husband. The smile of her desire as she made quick of your clothes, affirmed of how desperately you longed for her touch. The press of Rock Lock’s erection warmed at the tip of your back. Practically weeping at the sight before him. The slip of your façade discarded with your work attire, revealed to the married couple. Teased at the touch of their guide, a loss of control between the two of them. Ken quick to guide you to you into Saki’s breast. Her coos warmed against the touch of her nipples, toyed with her breast. Hummed pleasure, and caught Ken’s groan. The strain of his erection, freed from any restraint. The girth that warmed the press of your ass as he guided you forward. Cushioned on your knees, your face buried into the press of Saki. The slick of her heat warm and sweet scent that met with your face at her eager buck. The slight tint of salt warm against your tongue as though the ocean itself were calling your name, and welcoming you to its waves. The lap of your tongue, and her fingers that grazed through your hair. The buck of her hips eager as they met at your tongue. Quivered her shoulders, a sight you could not delight in, far too distracted at the callous knotches that met at your hips. Spread your legs gently with minimal prompting, far too quick to give in to his demands. The scent of mountains that met the forest in his movements that met as his fingers delicately tempted your hole. The groan of your pleasure touched, eliciting a purr that vibrated Saki’s clit. Hummed her joy, and pleasure. Rock Lock making quick work of the press of your hole, taunt and pulsing. Offering only a moment for you to adjust to his girth before sliding his length languidly in a stroke that captivated your senses. The rack of his thrust into your greedy heat, pressed against the buck of Mrs. Takagi’s hips that cried out for your tongue. Shoved the tip of your nose against her clit, tongued circles toying, and desperate. Your form caught between the mountains and the sea, desperately riding the rock of the waves, and the touch of the shore. The stroke of his length, rammed your hole against the length of his shaft. The purr of Saki’s pleasure, the lap of your tongue, met at the bob of his dick deep inside of you. Filled to the brim, bursting at the hilt of his shaft. A desperate cry, muffled against Mrs. Takagi’s cunt. Warm and leaking, taunt muscles that quivered with each thrust. Moans that rattled breasts, and heaved the final heave of ecstasy between the Takagis. Leaving you breathless, and curled into their breast.

 A dazed state in which you could only offer reminders of the importance of aftercare on their marriage as you struggled to regain your composure, rushed to secure the buttons of your collar. Horrified at how you had allowed yourself to be swept away by clients, shamed by the state of your quivering muscles. Escape in touch, the feel of the secure doorknob between your fingers, before the couple dared to book the next session far sooner than expected.

                Or how your greed betrayed the press of your knees, “I look forward to it.”

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