Work Text:
Setting:
Bookstore
Genre:
Action/Adventure
Trope:
Superheroes/Superpowers
Prompt:
Body swap
Kink:
Coming quickly (premature ejaculation or knee-jerk reflex response)
During a robbery, you and Suneater were hit with a body-swapping quirk. They didn’t expect the villain’s quirk, it wasn’t on any register. Both recovered and apprehended the villain, but he refused to tell the two heroes how to reverse the quirk.
“We should stay close in case there are side effects.” Tamaki in your body says.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you doing anything weird with my body, Suneater.” You joke
Your body’s face flushes and Tamaki stutters “Y-you know I wouldn’t uh, do anything bad.”
“I was joking, bud.”
To all around the sight of Suneater’s body bouncing around and yours hunched over is a drastic shift. You and your mentor’s dynamic had always been full of clashes, sunny and gloomy, shy and extroverted, night and day really, but you’d met Lemillion, Tamaki just seemed to have a thing for the happy and shiny people of the world.
“Let’s go clock out, then we can chill at my place till this wears off.” You say
“I need to change as soon as possible.” Tamaki tries to wrap your cap around your costume.
Made so your quirk could function without hindrance, your costume was as skimpy as you could legally get away with. Your quirk turned your skin into a dazzling disco ball you used to stun your opponents, you needed all the skin you could get to max out your effectiveness, but now it was backfiring for poor Tamaki.
You pulled off the cloak from his costume and tossed it at him. He wrapped it around his front in cooperation with your costume’s cape covering his back.
When you got back to your studio above your family bookstore, you dug around for sweats and a t-shirt for Tamaki. You tossed them to him. You unclip and dump the utility belts and skirt from his costume on the floor, leaving you in the bodysuit. When you’re done you look up, expecting him to have changed into the new clothes, but he’s just standing there, red in the face, clutching the outfit.
“I don’t think I should, um, change actually.”
“Why not? You should be comfortable if we have to deal with this the whole night.”
“I-It’s not appropriate for me to see any of this.” He waves up and down your body.
“Ohhh.” You laugh “How about I turn off the light? Or what about you close your eyes and I’ll do it for you?”
He frowns. You get up and turn the lights off, but your body starts to glow.
“W-what’s happing?” Tamaki gasps
You know how he’s feeling. Your quirk makes your body warm all over. It took you years to learn how to control it so it didn’t turn on automatically in the dark, let alone not to give you buzzy tingles all across your skin. You flick the switch back on and go over to him.
“Plan B, close your eyes.” He does.
You unwrap his cloak from the front of your body, then your own cape. You slide the t-shirt over his head and slip your hands under it to unhook the glittery sequin top of your hero costume. Tamaki shudders when your cold hands ghost over his spine to reach the hooks. The top falls to the ground. He shivers again when your body’s nipples touch the t-shirt, you’d always been sensitive, poor guy. Next, you can’t quite figure out how to get his shorts off without making him uncomfortable, so you just grit your teeth and just pull them down.
“Wha-?” Tamaki gasps and reaches down to cover your crotch from the AC, then yelps and throws his hands up.
You forgot you didn’t wear underwear with your costume today, whoops. You feel something warm in your stomach at the sight of your body standing half-naked in, completely coincidentally, a Suneater promotional T-shirt. If your bodies were normal and Tamaki was seeing this, he’d probably just up and die.
You put his feet through the bottoms of the sweats and pull them up. When you stand up straight you realize the warmth in your stomach was stirring of a boner at the sight of your own ass on display. Talk about self-love, right?
“Ok, open your eyes. Sorry about that.”
His face is beet red. You grab his hand and sit down on your futon. Tamaki keeps his hands covering his glowing red face, literally glowing actually, once again a thing you had to learn to control, at least his quirk doesn’t just activate for no reason. For one second Tamaki uncovers his eyes and looks over to you, seeing the bulge in your pants.
“This is so weird.” He groans
You cover with a pillow and look away.
“Sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have undressed you. Why don’t we just,” You stand up “go to sleep and when we wake up maybe we’ll be normal again!” You haul Tamaki up and pull down the futon into a bed and flop down.
Tamaki’s mouth ran over your neck, leaving little bites and licks as it traveled up, eventually dipping to kiss your mouth. You closed your eyes as you pushed your chest up to Tamaki’s, moaning into his kiss. His hand dropped to your crotch, rubbing over the front of your sweats. His hips rolled on your stomach, you ground your center on his hand, your hips moving furiously.
“You’re mine.” He growled
Then you woke up.
When you open your eyes, you’re glad to be seeing out of your own eyes, but you have a new problem. Tamaki’s body is pressed up flush against your own, one arm thrown over your side. You never took him as a cuddler, but things change. Sadly, as much as you would love to be held by this man, now is not the greatest time.
You were about to try to escape from his arm and get to the bathroom to take care of yourself when movement from behind you made you stay. Tamaki was rubbing his face over your hair and rocking his hips against your ass. He let out a moan of your name then the hand on your side gripped your hip, hard. You closed your eyes and arched your back to press your ass to him. You moved your hand down under the waistline of your sweats to rub your crotch. You feel his breath on your neck. His hips still, pressed up hard against you, lets out a deep groan, then he jerks up and rolls away.
You hear a thump when he falls off the futon and onto the ground.
“Good morning, Suneater.” You poke your head off the side of the bed and smile.
Tamaki seemed to be trying his hardest to disappear under your futon.
“Why don’t you go clean yourself up. I’ll make some coffee.” You hardly finish your sentence before he’s let out a strangled whine, bolts up and slams the bathroom door. You run a hand over your face, sighing. What a way to wake up.