Begging And Screaming

At your service, my love!

;; househusband!sub!aether x reader

cw: established relationship, ooc aether, rough sex, riding, exhibitionism, spitting inside mouth, masturbation, overstimulation, smell kink (?? aether smells your clothes), cockdrunk aether, consensual groping, teasing, nipple play, feminization (use of wife, pussy, clit, wearing of feminine clothing), implied small dick aether, reader has a dick

isn't it nice to have a special someone waiting for your arrival at the door? cooking and cleaning the house? making sure that you won't worry about the house? sighh,, or even better! making sure that their hole is nice and ready for you, spreading their legs the moment you walk into home in case your frustrated from work hehe enjoy your househusband aether!! <33 in here, i can see aether wearing those 90s vintage red dresses that women wear with those summer hats, pearl jewerly and heels clacking as he walks. he wants his image to scream that his spouse is rich lol let me know if i missed anything! ^^ im getting hungry rn

househusband!aether who feels so blessed to have a spouse like you! you work so hard, keeping a company strong just so you can provide for him! he remembers when you cleared out a whole store just for him so he can shop as he pleased! househusband!aether who sighs in content, looking down the the ring on his finger. he smiles, he can't forget how you bent down in one knee and asked the special words.

househusband!aether being the envy of the women and men of the neighborhood he lives in. not only he tied the knot with a really rich person, he bagged the person who was the hottie of the neighborhood. people turning their heads as they watch aether and you walk down the street, hand in hand. househusband!aether who knows and smug about it. envious couples that pass by your mansion gates seeing aether pretty laugh as he sits on your laugh, spoon in hand as you smile. househusband!aether who spots the couple and smirks. he put down the spoon then leaning to kiss you roughly. he moans into your mouth as you kiss him back. househusband!aether who opens his eyes seeing the couples envious expressions before walking away. that's right, be jealous of me. be jealous that i have the person you could never have.

househusband!aether who would wear a pretty flowy white dress as he attends a party you and him were invited to. househusband!aether who didn't wear panties, lifting his dress for you to see his bare pussy before bringing it down, smiling innocently at you. you narrow you're eyes at him before leaning down to whisper; "i won't be gentle." househusband!aether who goes around with is hand wrapped around your arm, greeting the people who comes to them. they bring you to the table, people already conversing to one another over food and drinks. househusband!aether who struggles to keep up decent expression as he feels you put your hand on his thigh, slowly crawling up his bare pussy. his breath hitches as he feels you stroke him, eyes looking at you, seeing that you don't seem affected at all! you continue to stroke him, pace getting faster and aether is about break. his deep breaths are starting to let out small whines, body starting to shake as he feels he's about to cum. he immediately grabs your arm, looking at you with his eyes and pleading, "[name].. please.. 'm gonna cum.. you're going to make me cuum..!". you didn;t stop, you pace going faster than ever and the coil snaps. he moans and bows forward, body shaking as he feels you not stopping, continue stroking him. all eyes were now on him, blushes on their faces as they watch him continue moaning and shaking. you smile, waving your free hand around. "sorry, my wife isn't feeling well. you can continue eating."

househusband!aether who wakes up before you, waking up in the early hours of the morning to prepare you for work. he stares up at you as you sleep peacefully, arms around his waist and breathing softly. househusband!aether who feels you up. his free hand landing on your torso and dragging it all the way up to your face, cupping your cheeks. your brows furrow as you stir, eyes owlishly blinking the sleep away and looking down at his soft face. "good morning, aether." househusband!aether who smiles and reaches up to kiss your cheek, "good morning, my love."

househusband!aether who whines as you put on your shoes. you didn't left him suck you off as you eat! maybe it was because he made you cum in his mouth twice the moment you woke up but still! househusband!aether who pulls in closer as you kiss him goodbye and whines into your mouth. you pull away and look at his face; face flushed and eyes begging you for more. you put your hand on cheek and tap it, "open your mouth, baby." househusband!aether who eagerly opens his mouth to you, watching intently as your mouth spits in his. "swallow." he giggles as he closes his mouth and swallowing, opening his mouth again sticking his tongue out to show you he swallowed. you smile and kiss him one last time before leaving for work.

househusband!aether who knows tends after the house. despite having maids that you said will do the work for him, he likes to do chores as well. he takes the laundry of both of your clothes to the laundry room. he kneels down and begins to put your clothes in the machine, then noticing your favorite shirt when exercising. househusband!aether who couldn't help but sniff it, your smell stuck on the shirt. flashes of your body as the shirts hugs you, stretching as you stretch you body. househusband!aether who leans back on the wall, sniffing your shirt as he lifts his, reaching for nipples with his ring finger and thumb, flicking and pressing it. "hnngh..! [name].. [name]♡!". he breathes in deeply, eyes rolling back as your smell hits his senses, fingers working faster on his nipples as his hips write around. househusband!aether who lets go of your shirt and lets his other hand play with his nipple and tugs harshly, toying it around as he feels the coil in his stomach about to snap. "haaa fhuck! fuckfuckfuck♡♡~!". he squeals out your name as he cums hard with a last tug on his nipples.

househusband!aether who hangs out by the pool, wearing a skimpy black one piece and a nice pair of sunglasses atop his head. "[name]! are you coming?". househusband!aether who smiles as you stop in your tracks, taking in his look. "see something you like?", he leans in teasingly, you seeing the outline of his pretty nipples poking out. you clear your throat, "you look good." househusband!aether who pouts before heading for the edge of the pool, "then come on! join me, [name]!". you join him, stepping in the water before plunging in. you both have fun, swimming around and chasing each other. aether calls time out and sits by the edge, feet in the water. "[nameee].. the water is getting cold." he calls out to you and you come close, about to suggest to get up and rest. until aether reaches up for the back of his neck, tugging the ribbon that kept his swimsuit and letting the top part fall, reavealing his nipples to you. "see name?" he whines and brings your hand to his chest, your palm feeling the hardness of it, "my nipples are hard now!" househusband!aether who gasps as you lift yourself to catch his nipple in your mouth, hand twisting and turning the other. he immediately wraps his arms around your head and legs around your shoulders, moaning out loud as you suck harder, tongue flicking back and forth. "hghkk! harder! play with harder! sho gooood♡♡~~!". he squeals out your name, back arching closer to you as he cums, clutching your hair tightly.

househusband!aether who beams when you say you tell him that you will be free from work for three days, jumping and wrapping his legs around your torso as you carry him. "finally! finally, finally, finally! i get to have you.. i finally get to have you all for myself, [name]." househusband!aether whos eyes roll back as bounces himself on your cock, chanting your name incoherently. "yesyesyesyes, fhuck, yes! your cock..~~!! soo deep in meeee~~!". you hold his hand tighter, intertwined with yours as he plunges your cock deeper in him. "yeah? it's all yours, baby. you'll get to have my cock in you for how long you want." househusband!aether who bounces harder, free hand coming up to his nipple and toy with it, tugging it hard. "[name]... [name]! i'm gonna cum! pleasepleasepleaseplease play with my clit♡♡!". househusband!aether whos back arches as you you stroke his clit, your hips meeting his thrusts and going faster, hitting his prostate. all the sensations, all the stimulations made him cry out, voice screaming out as he feels himself cum. he keeps tugging and playing with his nipple, grinding back into your dick as he tries to prolong the pleasure he feels coursing through his body. "[name]... [name].. more! i want more more more~~♡!".

MANAGE (THIS) TROIS

male reader x jang wonyoung && an yujin

12k words

It’s how your Sundays spend you, if you’re to be honest. It’s a day for rest, for sobriety, for virtue and measure, the Lord’s day if you’re at all particularly reverent (citation probably needed), and why Wonyoung is that much more annoyed when Yujin shows up dressed the way she is.

"Uh." Wonyoung laughs and it’s recognizably derisive. "Are you kidding?"

As some may or may not know, the three of you have been friends for ages; the spontaneous combustion into laughter, the ribbing, the teasing, the playful banter, it’s how you’ve always got on—the fact now that the sex is toe-curling and irresistible and downright sinful? An entirely separate issue.

Surely it won’t complicate things.

-

Technically, you’re all equally at fault the moment Wonyoung spies you making eyes at Yujin as she struts through the living room. She’s wearing only a tank top and a pair of fluorescent pink sports shorts that barely manage to wrap around her thighs, the seam of which gape perfectly to show you just how long her legs are, to the point your bones nearly start to ache.

The truth that Yujin will later vehemently deny is that things spiral out of control on account of the fact that she simply cannot keep her mouth shut, as is usually the case. You’ve come to assume that rather than possessing a shameless love for her own voice, she does it deliberately—to egg Wonyoung on, because the only thing she enjoys more than getting the younger girl flustered, red in the face, and reduced to an incoherent mess is arriving there before she even lays a finger on her.

However, if Yujin’s plan is to get Wonyoung all bent out of shape and worked up and beside herself to the point that she has no other choice than to take it all out on you, it backfires spectacularly.

Wonyoung’s nose scrunches and all her angelic features sharpen to a point as she watches Yujin crash onto the sofa next to you; sends her hands to her hips when she sees that warm arm wrap around your waist—palm flattening against your stomach a moment before sliding into the waistband of your joggers.

"What in the living fuck do you think you’re doing?"

"The way I see it," Yujin starts up again, and even though her words are clearly addressed, enveloped and stamped for Wonyoung, you’ve got the sultry color of her voice flirting in your ear, mouth skirting across your neck to find the gentle marks and bruises she’d made a silent promise to return to. "Miss I-give-the-best-head really shouldn’t have a single thing to get jealous over now should she? I mean, you sounded so sure about it."

"All I said was I have a proven method."

Yujin scoffs. "It’s not a precise science, sweetheart. Different strokes for different—"

"All sciences are precise," Wonyoung snaps back, one elegant brow arching skyward and arms crossing, "that’s what science means."

"Well, I think that’s open to interpretation."

"How… extraordinary."

To Wonyoung’s continued annoyance, the genuine throaty sound of your laughter doesn’t inspire confidence. Neither do the fingers you’ve got sinking into the round of Yujin’s perfect ass as she shimmies onto your lap, but it’s kinda the point. Because you know that the way you have Yujin sinking into a kiss, her hips rutting against you, lips sliding wet and easy and smacking across yours like you don’t care who’s listening—

"Oh, okay sure, let’s see…" Wonyoung pulls a fist out and begins to count on her fingers: "it’s my apartment. That’s my couch. And he’s my boyfriend."

When Yujin pulls herself off from your lips, her fingers continue on raking through your hair, and she just smirks—nearly grinning stupid because she knows how this always ends. Urges you gently as she pulls you by the wrist to grab a second handful of her chest. She’s delightful. And if there’s anything in particular that she flat out refuses to learn from this peculiar arrangement, it’s that you never ever ever try to goad Jang Wonyoung into anything.

"A little possessive, isn’t she?" Yujin asks as her hands, in a near-rehearsed motion, run down across your chest to where she can hook a few fingers into your pants. Gets them just down about the middle of your thighs to pull your cock out far enough to start stroking it.

And when Yujin also says right after—voice lilting into this familiar tone, something Wonyoung should absolutely know better than to walk straight into—that maybe if your girlfriend could take better care of you, that the truth might be: "I dunno, have you considered it could just be, like, personal preference? That he’s dying to bend me over instead? Would rather get my legs folded up into my chest and pump me full of hot cum just like that? I’m sure it’s nothing personal, little dove. I mean look at me: I’m built for it."

Wonyoung floats her fingers to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose.

(Here’s the thing about Wonyoung: she’s quiet, incredibly pretty, reserved and sugar-sweet, and plays her cards close to her chest. With all that dark wavy hair spilling over her shoulders without fuss or pother, deep brown eyes easy to get lost in, she’s the quintessential angel the devil might spend countless nights in fantasy about plucking her right out of the heavens and dragging her straight to hell. In fact, so angelic is she that Yujin had begun to grow increasingly concerned that all your hard work had possibly been for naught—that for a long time, all those flashes of wicked lust in her eyes may have perhaps not been what you thought they were, those naughty quips and innuendos that never just landed as something you could quite laugh off were possibly a misread; Yujin had an incredible talent for determining which potential conquests were open to a little conquering—but with this girl, she was at wit’s end, had nearly given up. Wonyoung would blush and simper one moment, pale and avoid her the next. Oh, there’s wicked fun to be had in turning a wholesome and prudish princess to her more kinky side, though only if the princess is willing.

Wonyoung, so it seemed, was an incredibly difficult princess to read.)

"Brat," Wonyoung spits, shadowing in behind the girl on your lap and lets her voice lower into a dangerous growl, gets close enough so that Yujin practically winces when she feels the moisture in her breath against her temple. You watch as she gathers Yujin’s hair into her fist. It’s enough to tilt her head back until Yujin opens her mouth in surprise—something Wonyoung knows instinctively to kiss and suck and lick at until her lips grow swollen and tender. Whether or not it had always been the case, the truth could never have delighted you both more: the girl’s no angel.

"Mmmnph." Yujin melts further into your lap at the feeling of the tongue sliding languidly past hers, and you can hear all these little satisfied hums leak out of her chest in droves. When you ball the slippery polyester front of Yujin’s tank top between your fingers, her breasts spill out on either side of the fabric close enough to your face that it takes nary an effort to give one of her small dark nipples a wet kiss—an intense lips-puckering suck to the other.

The moment your mouth gets involved, lapping and licking and caressing her hardening nipples, Yujin starts to squirm. Each flick against her pushes a soft moan straight into Wonyoung’s lips; in many ways, that’s a familiarity the three of you all always manage to return to. Especially now that she’s got her hands wrapped and twisting around your cock, jerking you slowly like she has all the time in the world, like you and your girlfriend aren’t going to fuck her six ways to Sunday and still find her begging for more.

"Aight, listen here," you say finally with calm command, and both girls nearly startle. "It’s my cock you’re stroking. So I’m either fucking somebody or I’m gonna have to go take care of this myself."

The two of them get their eyes on you, both pairs of perfectly sculpted eyebrows ever-so-slightly furrowed. And when you unclench your grip on Yujin’s pliable ass, stretching your fingers wide to run it up her back, their gazes are rapt. Interesting. You file that away.

"Nope. You’re not going anywhere," Wonyoung says, having pulled away from the kiss and let a smug quirk settle into the corners of her mouth—apparently come to grips with the fact that, yes, you are going to fuck Yujin’s body until she’s incomprehensibly stuttering and blabbering, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

In tacit agreement, you slap Yujin’s ass through her shorts hard enough that she yelps. She’s not wrong—not that you’ll let her hear you say it—but she is built for it. You nearly snort, saying, "well hurry up and figure it out, who am I fucking first?"

Wonyoung leans in further to get her point across, to get her hands all over the girl in your lap. "What do you think about that, hmm? How does getting that cock inside you sound?"

"Oh, love." Yujin steadily starts stroking you faster, fingers tightening and loosening in a steady rhythm. Because if there’s anything in the world that turns her on more than Wonyoung abandoning all that about perfection and innocence, it’s feeling your cock grow harder in her hands. "Please please please tell me that it’s me."

She slumps forward at the touch of your fingers searching about the heat between her legs, arches her chest toward you to feed her breast back into your mouth—oh, of all the ways to die, surely. There’s a wistful sigh she lets on, a similar thought brewing and simmer as each touch from your deft fingers arrives closer to where she wants you, voice shuddering along a pleasant note.

"C’mon," she whines, "you get to fuck him all the time. No harm, no foul, right?"

From the way her pussy feels beneath the thin material of her shorts, you realize she’s made the decision to not wear any underwear, made the decision long ago that she’d be fucking herself with your cock and nothing else. A quickly drawn breath of air past her teeth clues Wonyoung in that you’ve got your fingers against her clit and she’s that much closer to begging to let her share you, closer to pleading Wonyoung to let her take your cock and ride it until every muscle in her legs are sore and aching.

You spit Yujin’s nipple from between your lips and laugh out loud.

"Yujin, you slut," you start, "you’re not even wearing anything under here."

There’s another rise out of the girl when you press your hand up against her pussy, close enough to slide a thumb between her lips, close enough that you can feel her heat, her gentle tremor, the way she begs for the friction of your fingertips, your tongue, your cock—anything thing firm and unyielding and attached to you.

"Didn’t stop you from you looking," Yujin insists, arching further back to the grip Wonyoung keeps tight in her hair, whimpering again as she gets her lips hovering beside hers. "Bet he’s been thinking all kinds of things, Wonyoung."

"And I suppose you figure you deserve that much, don’t you," says Wonyoung callously as she starts kneading her fingers into Yujin’s perky breast, the one you’ve left neglected. "Deserve to have this cock pounding you deep and hard and you probably want him to fuck a load of hot cum into you too."

Yujin just nods.

"Figure I’ll get my tongue on your clit for you and make you cum that way, huh?"

"Need to get fucked so bad," Yujin whines at Wonyoung, in the increasingly brief spaces between their loud, lip-pulling kisses—pauses that fill quickly with heated breath and the lust in her unsteadied voice.

Your girlfriend is hardly impressed. She says as much, and then laughs into her ear, pressing a quick kiss to her temple, and chides, "greedy."

Yujin immediately goes pliant, a little whine escaping her that neither of you bother to soothe. She repeats herself several times, "I’ll be good. Promise."

"Oh, I know you will." Wonyoung skates her thumb along her jaw until she finds her fingers threaded beneath her chin, gets her face pointed up so that she can see just how clear and articulate her eyes are, cast down the regal length of her nose and smoldering dangerously into hers. "But I think you’re still entirely way too coherent right now."

Yujin presses her lips against Wonyoung’s again, gets her fingers up over the head of your cock to lather precum into her thumb and drag it all down your length before pumping you in earnest. Wonyoung’s the one who knows you like the back of her hand, how to get you groaning and gritting your teeth with her fingers, her lips, her cunt, however she chooses, but Yujin’s never been far behind. She just smiles when she brings a touch down to your balls, and purrs: "Then that just means you aren’t distracting me enough."

Wonyoung flashes you a grin, and, oh, do you know the look, always mirthless and every bit as cunning—the same whenever she feels the urge to taunt you into sparring with her. She gets it exactly right, the perfect severity to an austere tone that makes Yujin’s hair stand on end at the next thing out of her mouth:

"Bedroom. Now."

It’s almost predictable. Yujin just looks at you with these wide eyes, soft and unassuming like she’s some lost puppy, knowing she’ll want for nothing once she’s in your hands—the way you and Wonyoung always take care of her, how you get her cumming over and over until she’s near hysterical and so overstimulated she has to beg you to stop.

"Best not keep her waiting," you tell the girl in your lap as you press your thumbs down into the curve of her soft, milky skin and massage a few circles into her thighs, "we both know she can quite be the handful."

And but so it’s the three of you—that common plurality coming to a head, you peeling your pants from your waist as you go, staggering not even a few feet down the hallway before Yujin says something that tests the limits of Wonyoung’s patience. You don’t quite hear what it is that sneaks out of her mouth, but whatever it is, you know it’s petulant.

Wonyoung pins the older girl to the wall, hands splayed around the bones of her hips, and there’s nothing forceful about it—the kind of authority she exerts a subtle thing. The two of them exchange more kisses, two curtains of dark silky hair cascading into another and only coming apart as Wonyoung lands fingerprints down the rise of Yujin’s shorts. When Wonyoung raises her face again, letting her breath kiss the tender swell of Yujin’s lips, she’s watching the way she throws her head back to the wall, throat exposed and begging to be marked, marred and bruised.

Wonyoung pushes her tongue between her lips, run semi-circles across them to remind Yujin of the big picture. "You’re fucking wet, Yujin."

"Better do something about it," Yujin chokes out, gentle features wincing again as Wonyoung’s hand slides lower, dipping and diving between her thighs.

"Strip," Wonyoung commands abruptly, liking the way it makes her shudder.

Say what you want about Ahn Yujin, no one thinks she’s stupid—Wonyoung might be the one to take the reins, call the shots, press the two of you under her thumb, but at the end of the day, Yujin always, always, gets what she wants. She starts at the top, raising one arm and reaching it behind her back so that her rack is fucking presenting, all while she shimmies her way out of her shorts, the flash of neon puddling into the floorboards at her feet. Yujin’s body is incredible, all angles and curves in the right places, pointed and soft in this juxtaposition that gets your head spinning—it’s a work of art regardless if it’s underneath you, on top of you, squirming into the cushions of the sofa, the springs of the mattress; it’s the angle, the framing, the change in perspective that always manages to guide you to new conclusions and interpretations.

"Good girl," Wonyoung mutters, and bites off a pitching moan as she seals Yujin’s lips with her own.

The two of them, like this (and in so many other ways), are so aesthetically pleasing. Beyond the way the pair gets their hands on each other’s skin, holds each other, ruts against each other, kisses each other like it’s some overflow of passion ten years in the making, they’re simply breathtaking and stupefying to the point that if you weren’t sinking your teeth into your lower lip while you stroke your own cock at the sight, your jaw would drop. As if the Creator, in their making, that meticulous work, had endeavored to pour as much unbridled, raw appeal to their figures, their forms, and pack an even more ungodly amount of lust into the two of them so that they might wreak havoc on anything they touch.

(And so often is it you, the recipient of all that lust and desire, you poor, poor thing).

But the thing that ultimately gets you behind Wonyoung, hiking her pleated skirt up around her hips and sunk to your knees isn’t so much that you feel left out as much as it is that you can’t let her be the first one to take Yujin apart—before you get your cock in her, get her clinging to your name like a lifeline, muttering it like a prayer, cursing at the top of lungs until she cums all over you and shakes and convulses in your arms. You simply can’t allow it, can’t do anything other than get Wonyoung’s stockings frayed, furled and fucked between her thighs and stick your face straight into her cunt.

"Oh, what’s the matter, little dove?" Yujin asks, eyes smug and content at how you have Wonyoung’s lithe frame curling into her, the choked back whimper you force out of her throat as you tear through the sheer fabric of her leggings. "Maybe… perhaps… you’re dying to get fucked too?"

"Watch it," Wonyoung growls.

"Or what?" Yujin just laughs, even though Wonyoung’s fingers continue to twist and dive inside her, start to make her cheeks flushed and stained, she’s purring: "Oh I know, you’re going to have to punish us both… like what a total drag."

She’s not going to be in a state to do much of anything, is how you see it, pressing your lips harsh to Wonyoung’s pussy, drawing out circles with your tongue on the hot, sensitive skin—drawing out a broken gasp that has her shooting up a hand to cover her mouth. But it’s too late. Yujin sees the opportunity for what it is.

Though you suppose there’s only patience enough for the first few buttons from the top of Wonyoung’s collar before Yujin decides to tear the garment from her shoulders, sending buttons flying and rolling across the floor. Wonyoung flinches while trying to retreat from the touches Yujin reaches up her skirt, and she simply backs up further into your face. You’ve got your tongue splitting her lips, tasting her entrance and making her pretty mouth—usually so poised and elegant and polished—start to cuss and swear.

"Baby, baby, baby," Yujin says, voice trailing, and she starts to preen Wonyoung’s hair out of her face so she can look her straight in the eyes, "You ride this cock every day, and here you are: even more desperate than me."

"Hey now, that’s not fair," you say as you surface from between the backs of Wonyoung’s thighs with a scowl, and seemingly without even thinking, pull your grip off her tight cheek to slide two fingers into her. You listen to her keen as you get two, three knuckles deep inside her hot cunt. "She doesn’t always ride."

"Hmmm." Yujin wraps her arms around Wonyoung and grabs your hips. "What do you think? The bed? Or fuck her right here?"

You still have your digits curling inside her, so she hardly minds at all when Yujin grabs her firm by the chin and slips her tongue in her mouth—for someone with such a strong resolve, she’s awfully sensitive, shockingly easy to unravel—minds even less when you lean over her shoulder and get your voice in her ear, teasing, "would you like that, princess?"

"Yujin," and she has it choked up so bad you can’t help but laugh as it nearly gets caught in her throat on the way out. She swallows, gathers her fleeting composure and wrestles herself from the girl’s grip before reaching her hand behind her and onto your waist, putting a stop to you fucking her right then and there. Makes you settle for sliding your cock between her cheeks.

"Yujin, darling," she starts again, voice again composed and unsheathed and apparently risen from the ashes—fashioned into a sharpened edge and held firm at the girl’s throat—only instead of terrifying her, it merely has Yujin licking her lips, struggling in anticipation. The three of you are only ever right where you’re meant to be. "I thought I told you. Get on the bed."

-

Wonyoung takes a beat to finagle with the rest of her clothes, removing the stockings you’d ruined and tossing them into the bin before sliding her skirt down around her ankles. Just like anyone else, she steps one foot out of them, and then the other, but the whole motion looks elegant and poised without even trying. She really is incredible like that. You’re always sure to remind her of it. And you can tell she’s rolling her eyes when Yujin makes a comment about not having it all down to a science in what is possibly the least sincere apology to date before dragging her tongue up the length of your cock, a loud kiss punctuating the end of the gesture as she reaches the tip.

Yujin’s on Wonyoung’s bed, again the familiarity something to marvel at, belly down and knees bent with her feet kicking over her frankly immaculate ass as she props herself up onto her elbows to properly lick you. She teases again, fitting her lips around your head and letting spit run down your cock. I hope you don’t mind, she efforts to say with her mouth stuffed, garbled and muffled and almost unintelligible.

Almost.

"At this rate," Wonyoung pipes up before settling in behind you, arms running around your waist and holding you by the base of your shaft, "both of you’ll be lucky to have much left to mind when I’m through with you."

Yujin pulls her mouth off you, lips smacking. Laughs out loud at the thought, and you watch her pull a bundle of hair back past her ear, angle her mouth better to meet your cock, and start to tease, "there’s our princess."

"Want your mouth too, Wonyoung," you say over your shoulder, and even if you’re pushing your luck, you know that deep down, Wonyoung can’t refuse a chance to show off, another opportunity to put Yujin in her place. "Maybe show her how it’s done."

She nearly snorts. "You’re spoiled."

She’s a slut for your cock anyway, you figure is what Yujin tries to say, but it gets lost in translation as you push your way between her soft lips, choking her for a brief moment with your cockhead in her throat. It’s all slippery and shiny with her spit after you pull your hips back, and it’s an invitation Wonyoung shakes her head at, until finally capitulating, "fine."

This silent competition that they settle into sees you as its sole beneficiary—your cock hardly left untouched, unlicked, uncared for by either of their mouths. They each have that burning desire to be the one that makes you melt, gets you to curse and moan and point your cock at their pretty face while you cum. Given that their goals are hardly aligned, it’s astonishing that they work in such beautiful harmony: Wonyoung licks your shaft, Yujin at your balls; kisses reach where another cannot, and you’re at the complete mercy of all the sinful motions of their tongues and lips—they’ve made you cum like this plenty of times before and they know they can do it again.

"Fuck," you curse, letting it slip, letting them each know you’re that much closer to being the first one to go. "Feels so fucking good."

The moment you start to bundle and brush all that dark silky hair from their faces, weave your hands into it at the napes of their necks, the movement and response is so elegant that it appears choreographed, rehearsed, and to some extent, that’s not far off. In tandem, Yujin and Wonyoung’s tongues slide across your shaft; their lips meet, pull apart, drag wet against your cock and kiss once more—these soft, ephemeral touches that leave all three of you yearning. Every now and again, one of them will take you further into the heat of their mouth, but it’s nothing selfish or ambitious, as they’re soon back to giggling and making out like the head of your cock isn’t resting every so reliably between them.

"Should make him paint our faces," Yujin says, smiling and rolling her fingers through your balls.

Wonyoung scoffs, "don’t get ahead of yourself."

This how your Sundays spend you, if you’re to be honest. The three of you never do make it to church (Saturday evenings so quickly turn to night to morning in the flash of an eye, and you’re all too sore and aching to get out of bed), but there’s no lack of worship to be had at the edge of Wonyoung’s bed—heads bowed in reverence as these two sets of heavenly lips cushion the length of your cock, tongues lathering and slipping about its sensitive skin. No, it’s not any substitute for a pew: they’re not kneeling or genuflecting or gazing up at you with their big wide eyes, watching for a sign from above—that you might wince and furl your brow; pull your cock back and jerk off until you paint over their angelic faces.

But as you run your fingers through their hair, gently fuck the unholy union where their soft, wet lips meet, the only thing curling off your tongue is an irreverent hiss, "fuck, girls, Jesus, I probably could cum like this." You reach forward, and plant a hand on Yujin’s ass, watching her soft skin ripple at the impact—she just squeals when you do it again, harder. "Fuck."

"Don’t," Wonyoung snaps. "That’d be, like, a total waste." She gets her fingers on your balls, and tells Yujin, breath hot and kissing the skin of your cock, "now watch me sweetheart. You start first, here, slow at the tip—"

The little kiss that Wonyoung plants at the end of your cock quietly makes it way down and around your shaft, and then it’s her tongue reaching beyond her lips to swirl and twist about your sensitive shaft. Yujin takes a mental note, grinning and teasing her fingernails across your stomach like she’s was watching it all for the first time, whenever Wonyoung makes you groan.

"Well, aren’t you lucky," Yujin tells you, as she studies the masterclass that is Wonyoung sucking cock. She strokes you every now and again, bringing her own hands into a cadence that matches how Wonyoung fucks you with her lips, even if it’s almost an afterthought.

"Her pussy’s better," you admit, even if she can easily get you shaking and cumming with only her tongue. Railing your girlfriend’s cunt is a completely different kind of pleasure, but you’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth or the lips or wherever it is your cock is being serviced—it’s ecstatic perhaps, diffuse, expressive, the way Wonyoung takes you in her mouth. She twists. She laps. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks. In the right hands—and Wonyoung is absolutely on that list—you feel intensely wanted, intensely taken care of and it makes your balls ache, your cock twitch.

"I can feel you throbbing," Yujin says, eyes beaming up at you and swiveling her hips about, ass waving ever-so-raised in the air above Wonyoung’s bed sheets—that’s an image you’ll tuck away, be sure to return to.

"Yeah," you manage, and you’re reeling when both girls get their fingers locked around your shaft, pumping you in a perfectly fucked harmony. "It feels, ugh, incredible."

"If she isn’t every bit as dangerous when she goes down on me." Yujin laughs, knowing that Wonyoung’s mouth is warm and wet and perfect. Knowing that she’s begging for stern recourse when she fists a handful of her luscious dark hair and pushes your girlfriend’s bobbing head down nearly to the base of your cock, continues to egg her on while making her choke and spit, "oh, good girl, suck that cock, you lovely, pristine, whore—"

The ire in Wonyoung’s face—brow twisting and eyes narrowed—says it all when she pulls herself off you. There’s a visible tear or two forming on the end of her long lashes and a hand pumping your shaft to make sure you’re hard and every bit as unyielding for Yujin’s throat. "Fuck. I suppose you don’t have to learn anything, you brat."

You catch the devilish glimmer in Wonyoung’s eyes as your eyes meet, and the corners of her mouth twist into this smug smile as she tumbles backward and lands at Yujin’s hips—gets them propped up and her face between her legs.

"Oh fuck," Yujin says as the realization comes to her, in the breath before you get your hands in her hair and slip her mouth around your shaft. Her tongue flutters beneath the sensitive belly of your cock, nothing controlled or meticulous, but to her credit, you’re also punching straight to the back of her throat, these choked sounds spilling up from her chest each time your cockhead brushes with the hot, wet space you can only reach from her perfectly slacked jaw.

Now you have to pay close attention to something that’s going to seem obvious at first: the two girls are nothing alike. Wonyoung has you mapped out and understood to a dangerous degree, can make you cum and wail and gnash your teeth (the kind of skillful tonguework that now has Yujin humming and moaning onto your cock as it currently arrives between her thighs), but the thing about Yujin—her mouth is simply made for fucking—as if each time you socket your cock away in her throat, she’s gained something for it, simply delighted, finds her calling, her purpose, and it gets her reaching her fingers around you, splayed out into the back of your thighs to reel you into her lips again.

Forced to answer—and goodness, you hope the day never comes—it’s impossible to pass up.

She shuts her eyes tight when you draw your hips back, swirls her tongue over where you ache and throb, and relaxes to let you deep into her again. You grunt, she chokes, you might both be tearing up—the wet sounds from both your crotches totaling to a sum greater than its parts—this is pleasure exquisite, and if you’re considering your vices, your virtues, neither of you can quite figure out what happened to temperance.

"Fuck me, Yujin, your mouth," you say, sinking your teeth into your lip until it stings, and your moans start to come out in involuntary dribbles. It’s hard not to note how the corners of Yujin’s mouth smirk as it opens wider to take you in between her lips, granting you more warmth and wetness to fuck your length into. There’s a clear irony in the way you brush those stray hairs out of her face, keeping her image elegant and faultless; you’re aware of it, all at odds at the way you grip her hair into a rough pony tail and fuck your length into her—pull your hips back and guide her down onto your shaft again.

"Feels so fucking good," you repeat, breath heavy at the beck and call of your cock lodged deep in Yujin’s mouth. She coughs again, and you can feel the wet slick of her spit lather you, find you that much easier to take. When you pause, because god knows if you keep at it, you’ll be flooding her throat with a hot load—one that’s been building and aching since the girl pounced on you in the living room and decided to stroke you through your shorts and get you all hard and needy—she simply picks up the slack, gets her hand on your shaft and pumps and twists you until you’re making a promise, "gonna cum, god, keep doing that, wanna cum in your little mouth."

Only thing is, Wonyoung finds a loose thread and pulls Yujin apart first. It’s clear as anything: that fucking tongue is made for eating cunt. Each lick against Yujin’s aching entrance returns her further and further to the basics—breaks her apart slowly so that Wonyoung might know just exactly how to put her back together and do it again.

And you’re left so very needing when she lifts her face off you, letting these loud, harsh gasps replace the sound of her lips around your cock, the sound of you fucking her face and getting spit and pre-cum all over your waist, her chin—it’s a mess. It’s hot and sinful and you’re biting hard into your lip that you might find some way to resolve the issue of needing a hole to fuck your cum into. A total mess.

You watch her spine arch magnificently, thighs shaking and quivering, head thrown back into the fireworks of it all—Wonyoung doesn’t even surface, she’s not there to bring the girl to her orgasm and then cuddle her after, drift away in the pillow talk and the gentle petting and kissing; she continues licking hard and fast still at the girl’s pussy, fingers gliding through the aftermath of it all while she’s sensitive and aching. Her eyelids are softly shut, peering out just over the beautiful mound that is Yujin’s ass while the girl writhing about has hers clenched tight, the over stimulation become too much to bear.

"Oh god, fuck, fuck, oh fuck," she whines, collapsing into the sheets, muscles tensing and freezing until her mouth hangs open—the dam within her at a point that cannot do anything other than simply break.

Wonyoung doesn’t even flinch. You can hear her fingers get messy and sloppy as they continue to fuck Yujin’s tight hole while she steadies the girl with another hand on her waist. It’s always been the truth: Yujin loves to be manhandled, yearns for it, even if it’s Wonyoung’s dainty wrists holding her in place—so it’s to her added pleasure when you swing yourself over the bed and tell your girlfriend you’re going to get your cock in Yujin’s cunt too.

"Gonna fuck her," you spit, pulling Wonyoung up off the quivering, aching mess that is Yujin on the bed. Her body is practically limp, all those muscles she’d spend hours in the gym working to maintain do nothing beyond lie still for you and only jump back to life at the feeling of your cock slapping her ass, labor to voice out a silent cry when you point it towards her sopping, needy cunt.

"Remember," Wonyoung says with an obvious lethality in her voice—oh, she can kill, do it all with a smile—still wiping Yujin’s slick from her mouth with the back of her wrist, "she asked for this."

You curl over her rear and the soft skin of her ass presses into your hips, spreads out across your stomach—it’ll be red and aching and she’ll love you for it. A kiss at her temple, and the promises you’re whispering in her ear make her fucking whimper, "Gonna cum in you, babe. Gonna get you all worked up and cumming again and clenching down on me and I’m gonna fuck this load deep into you."

Yujin worries her lip between her teeth as she nods and mewls like the fucked mess she is. Thoughts sent spiraling at the idea of your hard shaft railing between her legs, the promise of being packed full with your cum—and the kiss your cock makes against her as you align yourself between her wet lips sees her nearly collapse. She just rasps, breath broken and uneasy and you’re not even inside her yet, "Yes, please—need it."

"Oh my god—" Yujin gasps out loud as you slip inside her. She’s not incoherent yet, but all that’s got to be close; you can feel it.

"Hey, don’t cum right away," Wonyoung tells you, "I want to see her cream all over that cock of yours, show me how you fucking ruin her."

It’s a tall order, sinking into the overwhelming tight heat that is Yujin’s soaked cunt. She takes you easily, all worked up and fucked from Wonyoung’s mouth, the expertise of her tongue against her clit—almost too easily. "Fuck, wanna cum," you breathe, curses and expletives flowing like water.

"Oh, I’m sure you will," Wonyoung says from behind you, lips pursed at the sharp blade of your shoulder as she massages circles into your hips. "But you know how it is: only good girls get cum in their pussy. Don’t make love to her. Fuck her. Use her."

It’s almost insane that you listen, that you let this girl who weighs half of what you do sit in the saddle—oh, because how easily you can get Wonyoung underneath you and fucked and falling apart just as fast, get your fingerprints up around her the hollow of her throat until she begs you to make her cum—insane that you’re not starting from where you left off in Yujin’s mouth, pounding and fucking with that selfish, industrious alacrity. That in spite of it all, your hips draw back, and when they dive back in, it’s no more than a slow, methodical, purposeful thrust. Yujin simply fucking keens as you stretch out her cunt, and the sensation overwhelms her, filled so perfectly that all she can do is sink her face into the pillows.

"That’s it, face down, ass up, like a good slut," Wonyoung croons from over your shoulder, voice growling into something dangerous. "Nice and slow, really make her feel it."

You’re still cooling down from the moments that had you almost unspooling and unloading ropes of cum into Yujin’s mouth, but the girl you’re fucking is on the other side of all that, turned the page and blissfully quivering and still in the high that had spilled her slick all over your girlfriend’s chin. You adjust her between your hands, gripped firmly onto her waist—noticeably narrow and tiny to the point that says, oh, you can break her, but then there’s the round ass that cushions your thrusts into her cunt, and it reminds you, oh,she can take more. A lovely paradox to ram your cock into.

"It’s so good, so good, just like that," Yujin keeps repeating, throwing herself back into you and chasing her own high. There’s all this desire, all that neediness, she’s simply incorrigible—and her anticipation begins to consume her. "Yes, yes, yes—oh my god."

"You’re fucking creaming," you tell her, like she doesn’t know it, and you slap her perfect ass so hard she yelps. Massage circles into it before getting your hand sunk into the other cheek. All three of you know it: her ass is fucking delightful. You could get lost in those dimples that sit just below where her waist flares into those wide hips (and you most certainly have). All the curves about this canvas of beautiful satin-smooth skin. As you get your voice out to remind her how stunningly beautiful she is, start telling her to cum on your cock, Yujin practically screams.

Sure, sometimes it may appear like you’re being too rough, too risky, that you’re causing harm, doing damage, and you get how it can come to seem that way, given how you’ve got her body writhing beneath you, fucked and mewling, but here’s the thing you have to remember, and Yujin said it herself: she’s built for it.

"You gonna fill me?" Yujin asks, gasping for air like she’s just washed up on shore, "Gonna make me your cumdump, daddy? Go ahead, do it—fucking use me."

Your thumb is searing its print harsh into her jaw, and you pull her up into your mouth so that your words are clear and painfully articulate, "needy brat."

Her words come out shaky, punctuated by the way you pound her into the mattress, into nothing less than submission. "You—love—this—needy—brat."

She knows it, you know it, because it’s all too true. Because you are ramming, bulldozing, ruining her aching hole; every stab into her tight cunt has her curves rippling and her voice shattering into a million pieces. She moans hard when you bottom out inside her.

"Please." Starts sputtering when you do it again. "I can feel you so fucking deep."

"There you go," Wonyoung says, the sultry sound in her voice tickling the shell of your ear, "fuck her like she deserves, look… she needs it so so bad."

"Hey, I know how to fuck," you curse, eyes rolling back over your shoulder, and it’s a mistake. Before you can continue the thought, Wonyoung kisses you hard—hungrily licking and pulling at your lips like she needs you more than girl at the end of your cock. She’s got her hands all over your chest, your sides, fingernails scraping light across your skin and relishing the motion of you pounding her mess of a friend, the way you’re slicing her voice to ribbons and flooding her throat with wanton moans and squeals and whimpers. And when you’ve got your shaft so deep in Yujin’s perfect cunt that your lips part briefly to make some foreign noise of your own, Wonyoung seizes the chance for what it is, slides her tongue right between them. Nothing shy or reserved about it.

"Mmnnph." She can probably feel your heart racing, feel you coming higher and higher, feel the way you shudder when you get Yujin’s hips further elevated in your grip, settling fast into this angle that lets you stab deeper, fuck harder. But with the two of you briefly silenced, it becomes just the soundtrack of your cock boring hard into Yujin—the harsh thrust of your hips against that fucking perfect ass, the way she’s whimpering in delight—that you have to hold onto, keep yourself distracted from the wet and blistering heat you bury into each time you rail into her needy cunt.

"Oh, of course you do," Wonyoung finally breathes against your lips, a dangerous smile forming on her own, "Why don’t you remind the girl moaning and creaming all over your cock. She’s practically sobbing. Go on, I think she’s earned it."

The way you have Yujin remember it, the pleasure she can only find at the end of your open palm, arrives quickly and without warning—when you bring a hand down onto her ass cheek, print outlined in white and quickly fading, Yujin’s voice leaks out, shattered: "Oh fuck, please." She slides her hands forward, back arching into a curve that makes you dizzy, ass still presenting and proffering toward you like it’s her duty. And whether it’s purposeful or not, she clings to the word like it’s her lifeline, no more suitable to moor herself to than the sheets she bundles and pinches between her fingers, "please, please, I just need… please…"

"Look at that, you’re fucking owning her pussy," Wonyoung purrs, noticing it well before either of you, too distracted in the throes of your own sex to see the signal flares, the warning signs laid out in front of you, Yujin’s knees fucking wobbling and her hips chasing back as you draw your cock out of her cunt. "She’s going to cum again."

"N-Need more… please… more… harder…"

And at the end of a long, deep thrust into her wet, well-fucked cunt, she absolutely does.

"Cumming," she pants, twice.

It’s every bit as incredible as ever, her mouth hung open and barely able to form the words she needs. Your hand is flush against her ass again, meeting the rosy pink glow of that growing stain, and this time Yujin doesn’t simply bounce back, elastic, resilient. She starts to babble, curses and names and thoughts all trading meaning and purpose as she crashes her whole body to the bed—clenches tight around your cock to the point that it’s a challenge to keep yourself between her slick thighs and buried deep between her ass cheeks as you fuck relentlessly into her prone form—however the extent to which it slows your effort, if any, is unclear.

"God fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Yujin, your little cunt is just incredible," you rasp, teeth gritting as your limbs spill over the top of her exhausted body—before a groan, loud and obscene, has the broken edges in your graveling voice striking at a vein laid deep within her, something foundational and base and instinctual:

"Cum, want you to cum, want to feel you—"

"On your back, dear," Wonyoung says flatly, taking enjoyment in the way she writhes beneath you. "Let him fuck you nice and deep, Yujin."

Yujin is nothing if not compliant, putting up no fuss as you turn her hips in your hands, get on her back and those long legs onto your shoulders. You fill her to the hilt. Make her blather and gasp, mewling, moaning, collapsing. You’ve got fingers leaving bruises in her thighs like she’s yours and always will be and she fucking loves it.

"Fuck her hard, love," Wonyoung urges, eager to see her fall further from grace. "Show her how she needs your hard cock. Show her what a slut she really is."

You can’t help but study the way Yujin holds her mouth agape, frozen in delight, tiny breaths punched out at increasingly short interval on the end of your sharp thrusts—incapable of retaliation, some cute quip or needling retort uncharacteristically absent—Wonyoung makes the same observation, swings her thighs over the girl’s face, gets her pussy resting on her lips and lifts a sweetly challenging eyebrow at your perplexed expression.

"Oh? What is it? No good?" she asks, rubbing her fingers into Yujin’s tits, holding them in place while you pound at her hot cunt. "You going to tell me you want to kiss her while you get off and fill her up?"

"If you don’t mind," you choke, uncrossing Yujin’s legs from in front of your chest— because yeah, too tight.

"Ugh, how cute and wholesome is that." Wonyoung slides backward, reaches down to get a kiss in of her own before whispering, "He treats you so good—so open your legs wide for him darling, show him what a good little fuckhole you can be."

You watch as she closes her eyes, pulls at the sheets. She’s unbelievably pretty, and even hotter when she’s all fucked and bothered—blush burning in her cheeks and sweat building at her brow, lips parting and muttering: "Love that… love it… please, you own me. I belong to you, please just fuck me."

Yujin’s such a ruined mess and Wonyoung is enamored with the fact that you make her way, legs opening and wide and letting you sink in. The way you’re moaning together—it’s filthy, it’s indulgent, it’s so unbelievably hot.

Invested now in seeing how it all comes apart, Wonyoung’s holding Yujin still as you bring her knees to her shoulders, nearly fold the girl in half and get her bent at an obscene angle—bottoming out into her pussy, fucking her hard into the springs of Wonyoung’s mattress and crossing those familiar boundaries, the precipice of your own undoing. There’s no backing out. You’re going to cum, going to fucking use Yujin like the perfect little cumdump Wonyoung reminds you she is, and there’s no other way you’d have it.

Your girlfriend’s just dragging her fingers through Yujin’s hair, thumb rubbing gently at her cheek, caring and intimate even though her words cut deep, slice straight to the bone, "Hey, do you know why they call it a mating press?"—there’s no time wasted getting her fingers between your balls, knows with a touch here, a touch there, she can get you to fucking explode—"He’s gonna cum so deep in you baby, gonna fill you up, gonna breed you."

Fuck, you are shaking. Her pussy clenches, grips, and it’s just that good.

"Please, please, I want to feel it. Need to feel you fucking burst." Yujin’s got her palms flat on your stomach, bracing herself, just whimpers in a half response—too raw to be a grunt, too shaky to be a cry of triumph—sounds effortlessly elated all the same as she makes a series of tiny nods, pleading, do it.

"That’s right, take what’s yours," Wonyoung says into your ear, clearly holding back a laugh at the sight of your depravity—still too poised and composed for your taste, but it’s a bridge too far to care. "Do it. Cum. Just fucking use her."

It’s only a handful of pernicious strokes that make it happen. Really, you can count them—one, two… five… six… seven… eleven—Yujin’s breathing in fits and starts at the end of each one. At Wonyoung’s command, that light squeeze from her slender fingers, you’re there: crashing your mouth onto the girl beneath you, kissing Yujin hard and moaning brazen into her lips. They’re soft and cool to the touch even though her breath is heated and hazarded by the way you’re pumping cum into her cunt, fucking it deeper inside her as you continue to thrust and pound and use her like a toy—Yujin barely manages to moan back; she’s yours; you’re hers; the two of you both so absolutely spent, dismantled, fucked.

(Honestly, you spill like it’s the first time in weeks, like Wonyoung hadn’t milked a load out of you and onto her flat tummy with her hands just earlier this morning, and you’ve got hot cum pooling deep in Yujin’s pussy, leaking down her thighs, and making you nearly slip out from between her legs.

Yujin’s hands are soft on your hips, those small movements pulling you somehow closer into her fucked, exhausted, collapsed body; Wonyoung’s fixing your hair, thumb along your spine, to the nape of your neck and rubbing as if to say, you fucked her so good sweetheart.

It’s absolute and total bliss.

The important thing here is not how long you lay there before Wonyoung gets her dangerous fingers back inside Yujin—scoops your cum out from her cunt and slips it between her lips—only that it’s warm and hot and perfect and you wouldn’t mind if you never left.)

-

"Because it’s fucking sensitive," you tell Wonyoung, and your eyes flick up to the whine in the shower’s pipes coming to a sudden stop, the glass door sliding in its track.

"I don’t care."

Wonyoung clambers across your legs, reclaiming your attention as she settles her weight onto your thighs with little to no fanfare. You barely have the time to register her touch across your abs before it’s gone again, and there’s no hiding the lethal quirk shadowing in at the corner of her lip when she ruts herself against your hips, glides herself over your shaft and tells you, "You’re going to fuck me."

Even if it’s the usual fair—you laying there, just under Wonyoung’s weight, all her milky soft skin spilling on top of you—she’s perfect in so many ways. In your arms, in your lap, on your cock, it’s hard to pick a favorite.

"What’s the matter?" she asks, smirking and holding back a laugh (that’s her brand, you’ve come to realize, manifested into something of a trademark; it’s killer), and she slaps your shaft twice against the concave flatness of her stomach. The visual of your stiff cock beneath her navel is absolutely everything: look at how far you’ll fill her, how much you’ll stretch her.

"Oh surely you didn’t think I was going to let you call it quits?" Wonyoung pumps her fingers up and down your length once. Adds a little twist to the end of it when she starts to repeat the motion. "C’mon, now," she murmurs, half smiling against your temple because what a way to set the scene, "talk to me, wanna hear that pretty voice of yours baby."

"Haven’t been doing a whole lot of thinking if I’m being honest."

She laughs out loud. Postures herself, gets her hands raking through her hair, letting it cascade perfectly off her shoulders, her collarbones—makes sure that if you’re going to be fucked, it’ll be underneath the sheer image of perfection. "I’d suggest you keep at it then."

Both of you watched the girl you’d fucked into a hot mess stammer on about the shower as she made her way off the bed—got your heads pointed on an identical tilt when she strutted into the bathroom, cum still leaking down her thighs and her hips positively swaying. If Yujin had become liquid, malleable, in your hands, you’re about to fucking puddle in Wonyoung’s.

"You should hear how she talks about you," Wonyoung says, right before taking a beat to adjust, the serene and elegant lines in her face faltering for only a moment when she sits herself on your cock. "The girl just goes on and on about how amazing your cock is, how you make her cum, that heaven-sent look on your face when you’re ravaging her pussy—"

"Fuck," you hiss out, barely making it through the word’s elegant simplicity. Entering Wonyoung for the first time is always an experience. Wetter, hotter, impossibly tighter, with every inch, and it practically makes you shiver. Though, she hardly makes any notice of it beyond the self-satisfactory hum in her throat, that you’re frozen, dazed, coping with the fact that your world had straightened on its axis.

She lifts her hips up. Drops them back down on you. She’s hot and wet and so fucking incredible, you’re aching. The growl you finally let slip is something feral. Of course, Wonyoung just smiles, a million dollar look, and draws a circle across your chest with a fingertip.

"You know…" Her voice trails. "Sometimes I almost catch myself feeling jealous."

You swallow back on a drying moan. "Yeah?"

"But then I realize something every time."

Like there’s nothing to it, her hips sink onto you once more; it’s pain, it’s pleasure, it’s the wind right out of your fucking sails, and you’re so overcome with all of it when that saccharine sweetness in Wonyoung’s voice starts to dance through your thoughts. The very same instant she surrounds you again in her heat. It’s so surreal it’s fucking intoxicating.

"Oh, do tell," you barely manage to gasp out, reeling at the point of impact: her thighs flush against yours, clenching hard onto your cock. There’s never been a question; Yujin can drain you, but Wonyoung’s pussy is so hot, so silky-smooth-perfect, so criminally tight it finds you speechless. You, with all your charm and wit, silenced like it’s nothing.

"I get to fuck this cock."

You don’t even manage a strangled moan. Completely mute when she crashes onto you again. Envelops you in that tight, blistering heat.

"Whenever."

—and again.

"I."

—and again.

"Want."

Now it’s not like you should be surprised by any of it. On a scale of one to ten, Wonyoung is an eleven, though you imagine if no one was looking, she’d give herself a twelve. The entitlement isn’t anything new, nor is it all too undeserved.

So, let me take care of you, is how she says it, which is a sort of comedy gold given the context. It makes her out to be some sort of saint, chasing some lofty and altruistic goal that has no care or regard for the knot twisting in her stomach, the fucking absolute neediness of her pussy leaking and creaming all over your waist.

"God—gah—you are so tight, Wonyoung, fuck."

You shoot your hands forward to get them on her tiny waist, brace yourself against the next bounce from her thighs, the insane grip she has on you. It’s a misstep; and it triggers a riposte. She executes flawlessly—gets your wrists pinned to the bed above your head—reminds you that she’s always in control, and starts to ride you in earnest.

"Let me," she repeats, twice, and you’re at her mercy, entirely doubtful you’ll receive any. She looks at the way you wince, the way you grovel; she softly sh-sh-sh’s you to silence, rolls her hips on you fast and hard and starts to fuck at a tempo that is for her. Her hand is on your jaw and her thumb drags along your lip when she asks you, quietly, "It’s better, right? You love fucking this pussy… need me so bad, don’t you? Tell me."

"The best," you say, voice drier than either of you expect. "So fucking good."

Even if you are hanging on by a thread, you figure she believes you. Because the smirk on her lips grows in intensity, its smolder just as damaging as the way she finds herself fucking you at that angle, that depth—gets her hands planted firm on your chest and sends your teeth into the raw swell of your lip. She holds you there, captive, and makes only the slightest motions; it’s no different than the way she’d take you in her fingers in the mornings—get you cumming and moaning beneath the sheets with these minute, focused touches.

"Ah, I can feel you. Feel you throbbing, aching. Need you to ride that edge, baby," Wonyoung rasps, letting nothing slip or falter in the way she moves—this entire litany of precise, meticulous movements her hips drag out along your shaft—and fuck. Okay. Okay.

Her hand cups the back of your neck. Urges you to sit up, and when you do, you’re at her chest, the soft skin mapping out along her collarbones. She leads you to her subtle cleavage, has you splitting with your nose, your lips, taste of salty sweat on your tongue. There’s the familiar lines of her body—the way the curves and edges of her lithe frame weave perfection, how they all come crashing down at once on your cock. That voice in your head telling you bite your cheek, clench your knuckles, because she’s far too much, she’s far too perfect, she’s everything—

"Oh, because of course." Yujin appears from around the bathroom door post wearing nothing but a towel tucked neatly beneath her arms, the effort at something like modesty a day late and a dollar short. Her hair is still damp, tied up above her shoulders, and she’d wiped all that ruined makeup from her eyes—she’s gorgeous as ever, and clearly a little annoyed that you two started again without her. Smirking, fingernail between her teeth she asks, "did watching your boyfriend fuck me get you all hot and bothered? Oh, I get it. You must be jealous."

—well, almost everything. It’s the fact that binds you all. Yujin simply cannot keep her mouth shut.

"Sit," Wonyoung says pointedly, and gestures at the chair beside the bed. "You are going sit and watch."

"And now you." Wonyoung holds your chin between her thumb and fingers—her eyes ablaze with an emblematic glimmer, that ever present noblesse oblige, and she’s got her words curling her off tongue, arriving like a dagger to your throat, "show her how you really fuck."

If you’re not looking closely, it’d be reasonable to assume there’s something present that catalyzes the following series of events: the ease with which you wrestle the reins away from the girl in your lap, some shift or another in the balance of power. It’s nothing like that. Even in those occasions where you’ve got Wonyoung folded beneath your weight, her face smashed into the pillows, or your hand up around her throat, it’s only ever because she invites it. So when you’ve reached around her tiny waist, gotten your fingerprints all over her hips and found the gentle curves of her slender body easy to move, to lift, to fuck, to dominate, to conquer—yes, you’re chipping away at that facade every time you glide upward, deep into Wonyoung’s cunt, forcing her shallow and ragged sighs to grow more frantic, more agitated, more needy. No, it doesn’t take her long to reach the point where her cheeks are flushed and she’s chasing her breath. None of it changes a thing. The way Wonyoung sees it, you belong to her.

"You—are dangerous," she murmurs against your mouth, lips slanting into a half-smile, and her ankles lock behind your waist.

When you get your hand in her hair, raking your fingers through those dark, smooth locks—gently pull back on it—you are presented with her neck, the gulp that travels through the hollow of her throat when you push your cock deep into her cunt. She’s giving it up to you: all this beautiful porcelain skin simply begging for your lips. Oh, you’ll leave bruises, you’ll make marks, those sinful reminders you’ll later come back to.

"Yeah, yes, fuck," she gasps, several times. Her eyelashes flutter each time your cock fills her completely—when you pull out and pull her hips down hard on you again.

Something must hit the right spot, because her legs tense up around your waist. The first time she cums, she’s all huffs and sharp draws of air. Unlike Yujin, there’s no herald or warning, but it’s still obvious as day. And it comes in waves: first a little shudder, then another. Her back arches into you, face falling into the nook between your neck and shoulder, and she begins coming perfectly undone. She’s sweating, her cheeks are so red, and she can’t stop digging her nails into your back. Princess, you tease dangerously into her throat, and she’s gone, a total wreck.

You expect something, anything, from Yujin—there’s never been a better chance to goad and spur the girl practically melting to a puddle in your lap. But as you fuck through the torrid collapse of Wonyoung’s orgasm, the only thing you hear is that slight whimper from beside the bed. Even though her knees are closed, towel stuck between them, you see the hand she has playing between her thighs.

"Look at that," you start, still moving and gliding into the fucked mess of a lapful that is your girlfriend. "Yujin’s touching herself. You look so good getting fucked—look so fucking pretty on my cock, sweetheart, it’s driving her crazy. She can’t help herself."

Wonyoung just sighs, gets arms over your shoulders and her body even tighter against you.

"Do you think she’d like watching me fuck you from behind? Get your perfect mouth on that needy cunt of hers—what do you think of that princess? I bet she’d fucking lose it."

"And have her… watch you… fuck my ass," Wonyoung pants, and the sharp gasp that suddenly fills the room is priceless. The three of you might be inseparable, but there’s no lack of secrets to hide, stories to tell.

Though it’s a thread to follow for another time, because when you swing your legs off the bed, lift Wonyoung’s slender frame into your arms, get your hands under her thighs and her ass spilling through your fingers, and start fucking her—truly fucking her—she nearly cums again. There’s less distance to fall, certainly less composure to break, and as she starts to clench and tremor around your cock, she finds her voice rasping, begging, "please, I want it—make me cum again, please make me cum again."

It’s Wonyoung’s long legs wrapped perfectly around you. It’s the way she loses control of her breath, gasping as you fuck your length into the mind-numbing intensity of her little, sopping cunt. You wouldn’t trade it for anything, the fact that she’s practically royalty and she’s a fucking mess and she’s cumming all over your cock.

"Jesus," Yujin mutters, "You’re making her cream so fucking bad. She’s so close, fuck her harder, fuck our little princess like she deserves—pound her like she needs."

Wonyoung raises her face, eyes cast in yours, these beautiful pools of earthy gray, to a long silence; a real silence, without even the hint of a muttered curse or blather about your name—she seems completely overcome, overwhelmed, overindulged. There’s a tiny tug at a smile in her lips, and a volcanic rush of heat to her face. You recognize that look: the first you’d ever seen it was when she’d had first had your cock and simply could not believe it could ever feel that good, the way it could get her stomach smoldering and thoughts spinning. It’s half surprise. It’s half unadulterated lust. It’s all this want and need and it says without saying, fill me.

"That’s right," Yujin teases, "make her cum on your cock—"

"Yujin, why don’t you get on your knees for me, and have a taste," you offer, but you’re not really asking, hoisting Wonyoung’s exhausted, still-aching cunt off you enough for Yujin to obediently kneel in front of your cock and get her mouth all over you, licking and kissing Wonyoung’s slick right off your shaft.

As you draw yourself out of Wonyoung’s cunt—slip in seamlessly between Yujin’s lips—the girl suspended in your arms whines: that prospect of you not filling her so perfectly a reality too difficult to bear. She gasps. She shudders. And a sudden relief pours deluge-like through her ethereal visage when you knead fingers harshly into her ass, spread her legs wider over your elbows and place her back on your cock again. She’s so fucked and wet and needy that filling completely in one harsh motion barely even elicits more than wanton groan from her chest.

"Where are you—fuck, I," Wonyoung curses, drawing harsh breath and clenching down on you, onto the absence of your shape when you get your cock again into Yujin’s mouth. Her voice is still ragged and wrecked, but she holds tighter to you, asking, "Want you to—where are you going to—?"

In the back of Yujin’s throat if she’s not careful, is your first thought given the way her tongue flicks and flutters and teases the sensitive underbelly of your aching shaft. Deep in this cunt, follows logically right after that, gliding yourself back inside Wonyoung. If there was ever a lesson to be had in gluttony, in indulgence, this is probably it—and considering the third thought that grows quietly in the corner of your thoughts, you’re probably missing the mark.

"On your knees," you whisper against Wonyoung’s cheek, and she laughs silently to herself. Laughs because she knows exactly what you want. Because it’s hardly anything new, novel, or unique.

(For a brief moment, you consider the current circumstances; should probably consider donating to charity. Who could be so lucky? How often have you fucked both these girls, been the only man with the full pair? That you’re gripping a fist around your cock, stroking and pointing it at two open mouths, those wanting tongues—all doe-eyed and docile and they’re so fucking pretty and they’ll look pristine painted with your cum.)

Good lord, it’s a heavy handful: cum splattering all over Wonyoung’s face.

Never have you been one to play favorites; god only knows it’s a dangerous game, but that’s just how the ropes fly—into the valley of Wonyoung’s tongue, across a cheek, the bridge of her nose, she flinches as you get cum on her brow. Oh, she’s perfect, always has been, and you’ve got her marked and marred, debauched and debased with hot, creamy white like she’s never known another purpose.

"Fuck," you sputter, because you need to catch your breath.

There’s this heavy silence; you’re positively mesmerized. Yujin doesn’t even complain, just captures Wonyoung’s cum-covered face in her hands and brings her mouth to hers. Pulls at her lips with this hungry, consuming kiss until finally, lips smacking, she drags herself away—skates a finger across her cheek and slips more cum past Wonyoung’s lips.

"Did you say in your ass?" Yujin asks, brow twisting inquisitively over a glance that flicks up to you, and Wonyoung lets out this genuine laughter as she allows that kernel of shame to grow ever-so-slightly inside her.

"Yep."

Yujin laughs out loud, toothy grin come to bear. "You slut."

-

You are dozing, curled on your side, and your mind is supplying to you the loveliest dream—or perhaps a memory? It’s hard to tell, but it’s awfully vivid. Someone’s mouth on your own, warm… urgent; the feeling of arms wrapping around your neck, legs brushing about your waist, a familiar hand on your face. Some of it is fuzzy, unclear, as though the experience is coming to you through the fog of a rain-stained window, but then some of the details of the dream solidify, take shape, and you’re—

Is that lavender?

You blink, inhale sleepily, go to stretch, and that’s when everything starts to elucidate.

All around you is the pleasant smell of Wonyoung and Yujin; the feel of an arm around your waist; Yujin’s wavy curls tickling your nose; she’s got one leg hooked around yours and a thigh in your crotch in a way that feels awesome, feels too real to not be a dream, and—oh, wait a minute, that’s because it’s actually happening. Like, right now.

You’re snuggled up with the blankets on Wonyoung’s bed. With the two perfect forms on either side of you.

"Hey," says Yujin, half-sleepy, at half-volume to not wake up the sleeping beauty nuzzled up to your back. She grins because, lord, you are rock hard between your legs—something like an occupational hazard you promise—and she blinks her eyes slowly a few times as she gets her hand wrapped around you. It’s just one pump, it’s experimental, and she has a finger on her lips, whispering, "Shh, gotta be quiet."

The sun’s not quite trickling in through the blinds; you’ve probably all napped past dinner. As always, there’s a week ahead of you, and now you’re aching, sore, exhausted and you can’t refuse her even a bit. It’s a tale as old as well, not that old, but you figure that’s how your Sundays spend you.

Omega!Denki - Back of the neck

(This is a birthday gift!!! For the wonderful, amazing, ridiculously talented @omeganronpa​!!!! Because birthdays! and celebrations! and yay!!! I hope you enjoy it 🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤💖💗💓💞💕💟💝💘)

Summary: Denki knew he was smitten with this alpha from class 3B… but did they seriously put him into subspace just by putting their hand at the back of his neck??? Fuck, he had it bad. 

Warnings: This is non-sexual subspace. Denki does take his shirt off at one point but alpha reader averts their eyes because they are a Respectful Alpha™ thank you very much 😤 Mineta is also a jealous bitch in this. 

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Yooo, its Aly. I have a request for you .

Can you do Sub!Bakugo and Sub!Kirishima getting pegged/ fucked by GN! OR Male!Reader it can be separate or a threesome does not matter to me <3!

TY, AstonomicalAlyy 💫.

Hehehehe😈

I saw this and got super excited. I'm gonna do this one in the style of a headcanon post cause I wanna do both Kirishima and Bakugou separate and together. Anyways, enjoy! Oh, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible...

Katsuki Bakugou

-One word: Slut

-Katsuki Bakugou is an absolute slut for anal play. It confuses you, and him. Something so vulnerable with his head strong personality just mix ... and you suck it up ;]

-Despite stating he's the dominant one in the relationship, he's very submissive when being fucked. He's a sucker for good old fashion doggy style. He wants you fast and deep inside of him, rearranging his guts in all the best ways.

-Starts off with heavy groans (he's trying to hold on to his dignity) by the time you replace your fingers with your cock, those groans turn into high pitched screams. Sometimes you think he's chanting in an ancient language from his incoherent whines

-If you're feeling generous or just want to hear his pretty crys and don't feel like gaging him, he will somehow get his spit everywhere. You can't tell me when he's fucked out of his mind that he doesn't drool. (Definitely inspired you to dress him up as a dog... you pervert;] ) Yeah, there's always huge pools of saliva left on your sheets afterwards

-I know I call you guys perverts but HIM?!?!?! He is the kinkiest mofo, besides Denki Kaminari, to exist. He's definitely had fantasy of you fucking him stupid infront of Midoriya to prove he has you all to himself. Yeah... you've probably thought of it to

Eijiro Kirishima

-Resident good boy

-He's a big guy, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be treated like he's made of glass. Such a pretty pillow prince

-Needs to be soft dommed. You would probably have to take up the role of a service dom because as a sub, Ei is just kinda useless... He's sensitive, so after an orgasm or two his body and brain have no energy.

-Prefers to be fucked slow but hard and deep. Even though he's practically unbreakable due to his quirk, a few deep thrusts into him and he feels like you reached his throat. He wants to break from the feeling.

-A fan of being able to look at you while having sex. He finds it more romantic:>

-His moans.... AHHHHHHHHH they're so pretty. His moans come from the bottom of his throat, they're long and sultry. Just hearing them makes you throb a little.

-Definitely the type to be a silent screamer when you finally hit his prostate head on. His head falls to the pillows under his head and his large hands reach out to hold on to you. Has definitely accidentally activated his quirk from this at least once.

-Call him a good boy. He thrives off of praise inside and outside of the bedroom. He needs to know he's doing a good job, he'll cry without it....

Katsuki + Eijiro

-A worshiper and a brat..... oh boy

-Bless your soul for having to deal with them. You have to be a service dom and a brat tamer at the same time. It's exhausting but it's worth it to see your boys satisfied.

-They both are attention whores, they want you to look at them and only one of them. Eijiro turns into a brat and Katsuki...he just gets worse. Eijiro will start to act out so you can shift your attention towards him, even if for a second. Katsuki becomes a nuisance, he'll rile you up around his friends only to ignore you the second you decide to indulge into his games.

-Most if the time, you usually end up having Eijirou in a full nelson, his feet close to his head as you pound into him. He'll be gaged as punishment for acting out. Edge him for hours and when you think he's had enough, immediately go into overestimating him. Milk him of 3 or 4 orgasms. He wants you to stop but also to keep going. He just wants to feel you.

-As you edge/overstim Ei, Katsuki will be restrained to your bed post with a sounding rod in his cock. He is also gaged but can hear and see everything. You leave him there to watch the two people he care about satisfy each other without him. It definitely turns him on but makes him lonely as well. Once Eijiro is too fucked up to comprehend anything, you move to Katsuki.

-The second you unchain him, he'll start sobbing, telling you how sorry he is for misbehaving. After a stern look, he'll think of every way to praise you. His mind will probably go to trying to suck you off but you have other plans.

-Put him in a headlock and fuck the shit out of him! Be as rough as you want. Pull his hair, force your finger down his throat, smack him like a common whore. He loves it. His eyes will roll to the back of his head in no time and drool will fall from his lips.

-He thanks you..... HE THANKS YOU LIKE A GOD ....I love it

- After a few rounds, Katsuki will collapse next to Eijiro, both of them having sheepish grins on their fucked out faces. All you can do is stare in exhaustion at the sight. It really is beautiful

Yes....just yes

Persistence.

Another request from another person who wants to remain anonymous. Probably one or two more requests until I get back to regularly scheduled programming.

***

Persistence - firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. A core trait that you've always believed in. Without fail, persistence always pays off.

Heejin glared into your eyes, her eyes full of hatred, thinking about how she ended up with her lips tightly wrapped around your cock. For years she has denied every one of your advances. It started with asking her for dinner - denied. Maybe something more casual like lunch - denied. Perhaps lunch was still too intimate so you asked her for coffee or even a walk - denied. Growing desperate you even offered her money for her body which was unequivocally denied.

From your very first meeting, Heejin hated everything about you–your cocky attitude, your smug smirk, and especially the way you thought money could buy anything. Heejin was determined not to be one of those things. The keyword here is: was.

Once on top of the world, the first member of her group introduced. A solo album shortly after that. A subunit, a group debut, CF endorsements, there was limitless potential of where her career would go. Until there wasn't. That idyllic world came crumbling down when her group was near disbandment. Now in a desperate situation, the once proud Heejin found herself wrapped in a morning ritual she absolutely despised–nothing more than a plaything for your sexual desires.

She may hate you, hate what you're asking her to do, but there's no denying she's good at performing. Her tongue flicked under your head with relentless precision, her cheeks hollowing out with unfathomable suction–bobbing her head up and down, just deep enough before she gagged.

"Feels so fucking good. You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth Heejin." You taunted. "You must love sucking my cock."

And there it was. That undeniable glare of hatred. Turning you on even more seeing the absolute disgust in her expression.

"Fuck you." An understandably muffled response, seeing how her mouth was full of cock.

With her hair in your hands, a hard thrust pushed you past her gag point, holding her down while her hands furiously slapped your thighs as she struggled to breathe.

"If you hate me so much, just tell me so and I'll stop." A downright evil grin on your face, knowing she couldn't respond.

Your grip released, and she recoiled back, coughing and sniffling, taking deep breaths to catch her breath. You look down, relishing that ever familiar look of hatred on her face as she flipped you off with both hands.

Despite this, Heejin eagerly opened her mouth again once she felt your tip pressed against her lips. She took control, using both hands to corkscrew your cock while she licked and sucked–her tongue swirling around, her lips pressing firmly against you. She moved her head up and down, her mouth working its magic, her hands never stopping.

You almost get lost in the moment, groaning in response to her unbelievable skill. Heejin increased the speed of her movements, her mouth and hand worked together in perfect harmony, sensing you were near completion. With only seconds to spare, you regained your composure and stepped back.

"Naughty little girl aren't you?" Heejin tried and failed to hide her look of disappointment when you stepped away. "Trying to make me cum before I could fuck you?"

You pulled her to her feet and simply marveled at her exquisite physique. Heejin became flush with embarrassment, standing there completely naked and exposed with nowhere to hide–your piercing glare only making her more and more uncomfortable.

Desperate to escape your lecherous gaze, and already knowing what's about to happen, Heejin turns around and bends over the desk. Her hands braced the edge, her body pressed against the cold wooden surface. For just a brief moment, it felt nice–a deep contrast against the heat of her body, part of it anger, part of it arousal. Her heart started racing and her breathing became shallow. She hated this, she hated you, but more than anything, she hated herself for being turned on.

Before the true fun can begin, you took time to admire Heejin's perfect idol body bent over before you–her tight pert ass lifted into the air just waiting to be taken. You've been in this position before, Heejin's petite body being enveloped in your hands when you took your place behind her. Her entire body shivered when you traced your finger down the length of her spine, your hand resting on her perfectly shaped ass, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes followed your hand as it reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. A liberal application into her tight puckered hole was just the beginning.

"You know what happens next." Your voice low and gravelly, your entire being anticipating fucking Heejin.

"Yes…" Heejin faintly responded, clenching her teeth, an internal struggle of mind and body. Her body betrayed her as she felt the underside of your hard cock pressed in between her cheeks, teasing her, the heat radiating off your cock driving her wild.

Heejin felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was supposed to hate it, and she did at one point, but over time she had become addicted to your cock. The way it filled up her ass like nothing else ever had before. The way you fucked her like she was a piece of meat. Like she wasn't adored by millions of fans. She wanted it more and more, and you could sense it growing with every day that passed.

With your hands on her hips, you pushed forward, just slightly, until just the tip breached her tight opening. Heejin almost shuddered in response, instinctively pushing back to take you deeper, accidentally allowing a low moan to escape her lips. But you had other plans. She had to be broken before she could experience pleasure.

"Beg me for it Heejin." Refusing to push forward until you heard those magic words.

"Fuck you! I hate you. Just get this over with already so I can go!" She spat out her words with malice, but once again her body betrayed her.

You reached around and brushed two fingers against her core, digging around and gathering up her sweet nectar.

"This tells me otherwise…" Holding your thought to taste your freshly coated fingers. "...but if you truly hate this, I'll let you go."

Then you retreated, pulling out of her ass, fully committed to letting her leave. A worthy gamble to break the psyche of the ever proud Jeon Heejin.

"P-Please…" Heejin whispered. She hated herself more than ever, but she couldn't deny her carnal desires after she got a taste.

You returned to her, placing your hands on her hips and driving your cock back into her ass, just slightly deeper than before.

"What else?"

Heejin bit her lip, her entire body trembling with desire. "I...I love being fucked in the ass," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl." You said mocking her, giving her cheek a well deserved spank before thrusting.

Heejin closed her eyes, her body tensing as you slowly entered her. She could feel every inch as you pushed in deeper and deeper, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her muscles began to relax as she became accustomed to the intrusion, her body shaking with pleasure with every thrust.

"Ugh. Your ass is so tight. I would fuck it every morning if I could. Oh wait, I already do."

Heejin wanted to retort. But she couldn't. Too lost in the pleasure and pain of your hard cock stretching out her ass. The way you pounded into her ass with reckless abandon like you owned it. She was quickly becoming undone. Never before had she felt so completely dominated–her body being pounded into submission.

"Fuck me harder…fuck me harder…" Heejin kept repeating. No longer worried about keeping up her facade and solely seeking out her own pleasure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the desk, your two bodies nearly embedded into one as you fucked her as hard as you could.

All the signs were there. She was close. While pounding into her with steady precision, you pulled her hair, her back arching until she was next to you. "Cum for me Heejin." Then there it was. Her heavy moaning became eerily silent as her body became stiff and she squirted all over your desk.

There was no time for her to bask in the euphoria of her orgasm. You kept thrusting into her tight ass, the tensing of her muscles squeezing you even tighter. Her body writhed in pleasure, your forceful thrusts quickly overstimulating her senses. A tight grip on her hips held her in place until you could hold out no longer.

With a loud grunt, you released everything inside of her–Heejin immediately feeling the sensation of hot cum filling up her ass. You pulled out and Heejin slumped over, completely exhausted from this morning's session. You step back to admire the evidence of your hard work, cum slowly leaking out of Heejin's ass. You give cute ass her one final spank, sending another jolt of energy into her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Heejin sighed, her body still trembling with pleasure. Resigned to her fate, but deep down she knew she began to love it.

BONUS Heejin from her IG:

• obsessed! izuku x spoiled! black! reader

you opened your claw clip to hold back your knotless braids.

“hey baby.. y’ look pretty today..” izuku mumbles, twirling your braid around his calloused finger. “mhm. where’s my money at?” you hum, putting your hand out palm up. izuku straightens up and digs in his pocket for the bundle of benjamin’s folded together with a rubber band. he hands it to you and slides his shoes off. “hunnid..two hunnid..” you count, sliding the bills between your soft hands. izuku watches. incase he missed a bill or two. “six hunnid. thank you my love.” you beam, pulling him down for a kiss.

“anything for my baby..” izuku mumbles, picking you up by your waist and laying you on the bed — ready to kiss the life out of you.

You, My Queen -MHA (Fantasy AU)

Barbarian King Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Context: Okay but imagine this: Barbarian Warrior Bakugou who comes back from a war with the Todorokis to his darling amazing little wife who's been keeping the clan safe and everything in order. He absolutely adores her and can not think of anyone better at being his Chieftess. He is literally a big baby for her and can't live without her praise and reassurance that he is the best man in the land (minus his manly dragon of course, who adores you too) -Taken from my comment on @mhathotfic 's post.

@mhathotfic gave me the idea for this and we’ve both decided to do separate kind of fics for this so please check out theirs cause they an amazing writer!!

Note: Bakubottom. Reader is the top in this relationship. Words like Queen and Wife are used but gender is not specified. Language. Teasing. Slight NSFW (but not really by my standards). Reader putting Katsuki in his place like a good person would.

"We have decided to gift you with 5 cows, 8 pigs, a third years harvest..."

Bakugou couldn't give a shit about what they gave him as long as it wasn't insulting and it was what he wanted. Raiding Todoroki villages were all fun because Bakugou got to see the fear in their eyes every time he burnt down half their village and let his barbarian man plunder and take everything else. To have installed in them the fear of knowing that their precious fire lord with all his stolen elemental magic wouldn’t save them.

Barbarian King Bakugou Katsuki sat on a makeshift throne in what was supposed to be the town square. Most of it was covered in rubble and dirt. His men kept everything in line while his huge red dragon had his head resting next to him. Bakugou always kept a hand on Kirishima's snout. Kirishima, while in his dragon form, was easily agitated and was more animalistic and primal. Without Bakugou there to ground him, who knows what he feels like doing. But Bakugou mostly did it to intimidate people.

"... And 5 virgin sacrifices for you king Bakugou ..." This seemed to get something out of Kirishima with a huff.

Bakugou chuckled down at his dragon. He turned his attention to the town mayor who had been talking. "I have no use for your virgin sacrifices," Bakugou announced to the man making him still. The onlookers released a sigh of relief, happy at his words, but sadly Bakugou wasn’t done talking. Bakugou's grin grew. "But my dragon loves the taste of them." He glanced down at Kirishima.

The onlookers started arguing and shouting at him. They all thought that death by a dragon was worse than being gifted to the dragon king. The barbarians made a move to settle the crowd but the king lifted up his hand to tell them to not. Bakugou snapped his fingers and released his hand off of Kirishima. Kiri growled at the sound of the people arguing with his king. It was making him annoyed and he didn’t like annoying people. He lifted his head off the ground and roared at all of them, instantly shutting them up. They froze in fear at the angry dragon.

Bakugou stood up and placed a hand on the dragon’s neck to calm him back. Kiri growled but turned back to Bakugou. All marvelled in fear and intrigue at the pure control Bakugou had over the dragon. As much as on any normal day he would have Kirishima eat someone, he wasn’t up to it today and besides, Kiri didn’t like the taste of humans.

Bakugou used his explosion magic to fly up to Kirishima's head. He clung onto one of Kirishimas horns and looked over to his men. "Take their shit back home. Anyone who stops you is to be killed. Take the virgin sacrifices too." He ordered. His men nodded in understanding.

With a pat to the side, Kirishima took off into the air. Bakugou released a sigh at the feeling of being back in the air. He never did like the ground and once he found Kirishima he never wanted to walk again.

It wasn't a very long flight out of the Todoroki kingdom but it took a slight bit longer of a trip since Bakugou had to pick something up first.

When they made it into Barbarian territory Bakugou finally felt at home. It wasn't the most pretty of lands but it was where they lived. Contrary to popular belief there was a lot of green land and trees. Although it was hard to get into barbarian territory due to the deadly mountain ranges that only they knew how to navigate. Due to this, the barbarians had rarely ever been invaded since they were protected by the terrain.

Kirishima landed in the middle of the huge barbarian village that could easily rival other kingdom capitals due to its mass population and size of it. Immediately people crowded their king, not having expected him back so soon. Bakugou jumped down off of Kirishima who always loved all the attention he was given. Children and people all rejoiced around them.

"Eijiro go rest up. We aren't going to be back long." He tells the shifter. A little child with pretty curly black air waddled up to him and hugged his leg. Bakugou gave the little one a small rare smile and placed his hand on their head. The little girl giggled and ran off to her mother, speaking in their native language about how the king had just given her attention. Bakugou couldn’t help but feel happy at the sight.

Children crowded around Kirishima in awe of him. In a puff of smoke, the dragon disappeared leaving behind a man with long red locks of hair sitting on the floor. Immediately women crowded him, placing him in a fancy robe. Kirishima smirked as he walked over to the king. "Aww come on Katsuki. Can't we stay a little bit? I have to give all my amazing consorts some love." Kirishima nagged his king. He winked over at the group of men and women that had come to see them fly in. The group blushed and all greeted him back.

Bakugou scoffed. "You can go and fuck your harem all you want Kirishima. I won't stop you, but we still aren't staying long."

Before Kirishima could say anything, "I hope you don’t mean that Katsuki.” Walking through the sea of people that parted to let you through was the Queen of Barbarians. You were walking up to Bakugou with a smile on your face, holding a tiny baby in your arms. You handed the child off to one of your maidens and went over to your king. The people around you bowed at your presence, even Kirishima who only ever bowed to Bakugou. Bakugou opened his arms for you to be held in them. You both embraced each other in a kiss. You hummed and looked up at your barbarian. “Welcome back, my love.” You greeted him. You fixed his cape over his shoulders slightly, before looking back up into his crimson eyes.

Bakugou smiled down at you, his queen, his everything. No amount of gold and jewels could amount to you. “My Queen.” He greeted. “I hope our people haven’t been giving you trouble.” He voiced out.

You laughed and shook your head. “They only ever give you trouble, not me.” You told him truthfully. If there was any trouble you often fixed it before anyone would realize it had ever occurd.

Bakugou snapped his fingers. Kiri looked over at him sort of confused. Bakugou turned back to the dragon and snapped his fingers again with wider eyes. “Oh!” Kiri nodded and quickly ran off. You lifted an eyebrow up to Bakugou, not amused with him. His smile dropped in nervousness. He cleared his throat as he waited for Kirishima. Kiri came running back with the gift Bakugou got you. He bowed down to you. “My Queen.” He stated with a smile.

You laughed and took the gift. You scratched under Kirishima’s jaw, making the shifter release a happy dragon chuft. “Hello, Eijiro. Your harem missed you more than usual. I hope you’re going to make it up to them.” You informed him with a smile of your own.

Kirishima chuckled as he stood back up straight. He threw his arms open and motioned down to himself. “Don’t I always?” He asked. You chuckled at his behaviour. He waved and turned around, easing the crowd away from the two of you. “Look who’s home!” Kirishima announced in the air as he threw his arms open. The group of men and women all shorter than him grabbed at him with joyous laughter and giggles. Kirishima’s wide grin couldn’t have been any wider. “Who wants to hear my war stories?” He asked.

Both you and Bakugou laughed at the redheaded dragon shifter. You turned down to the box in your hand. “What’s this?” You asked Bakugou intrigued.

Bakugou shrugged, his grin not leaving his face. He pushed you towards the biggest tent in the area, where the both of you stayed. “Open it and see.” He told you as the both of you entered. You both stood in the central meeting place where meetings were held.

You gave him a suspicious look but you opened it. Lying in there was a silver dagger, cut and sharpened to perfection. It was beautiful with engravings in the barbarian native language which translated to ‘Queen of Mountains’. You looked down at it in awe. “Katsuki…” You smiled. “It’s so beautiful.” You stated. You looked back up at him and placed your hand up to his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” Bakugou’s cheeks went a slight pink. He always gave you gifts. He would give you anything you wanted. If you wanted the world to bow at your feet, he would do it and he would be first in line to get down on his knees for you. “Now you can stay for a month.” You nodded your head and left his arms.

Bakugou blinked in confusion. “Huh.” He let out.

You walked through a doorway to the private area where you and your husband slept. You opened your chest with all the many gifts that Bakugou gave you. You had never not once used them. You made sure to at least wear one of the many pieces of jewellery he gave you. “You heard me Katsuki.” You spoke out loud since you knew he followed you like a lost puppy back here. “The people have been missing their king and so have I. You’ve been gone for weeks and only ever drop in when your hurt. This time you’re staying for a month.”

Bakugou groaned in annoyance. He had a war to fight. He couldn’t just be at home while his men did everything. As much as he knew he had kingly duties to do here, he preferred fighting. “I can do a week.”

“A month.” You were not backing down.

“Two weeks.”

“A month.” You turned back to look at him, your arms folded across your chest.

Bakugou knew arguing with you was like trying to move a tree without chopping it down. He dragged his hands down his face. “Two and a half.”

“A month.” Bakugou kept quiet, not wanting to fall down and lose to you. You shook your head in disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You let out with a heavy breath. Your husband grew nervous. He hated disappointing you and not living up to your expectations. He tried his best to do everything you said and more to the ‘t’ but every once and a while his pride got the best of him. “Looks like you just aren’t listening today. It seems like you let everything go to your head while you’re out there.” You walked up to him. You grabbed him roughly by his arm and pushed him down on his knees in front of you. Before he could react, you had his neck your hand and the other hand in his hair. You tugged hard on his blond tufts of hair, forcing him to look up at you. He closed his eyes at the pain but didn’t move from where you had forced him down on his knees. He withheld a whimper from the pain. “Look at me.” He slowly opened his eyes, hesitant to see your angry face. Surprisingly you looked down at him like he was something fascinating like he was a fine jewel. You took your hand off his neck and traced his jaw. “That’s much better.” You let out with a smile. “Now tell me, Katsuki… Who is it that you leave to look after the territory?”

Bakugou’s heart was racing in his chest. His heartfelt like it was jumping out of his throat and his palms felt sweaty. You always had this effect on him. Brought him down on his knees, humbled him, when no one else could. “Y-you.” He let out quietly.

“Speak up.” You dropped your smile at the way he spoke. Not impressed with the stutter but not surprised either. “You, what?”

He gulped but kept his eyes on your face. His cheeks warming up. “You, my Queen.”

“Who is it that you leave to govern your people while you go off playing war with your friends?”

“You, my Queen.”

“Who runs this place?”

“You, my Queen.”

“Who runs this relationship?”

You placed your leg between his spread ones. Applying pressure to his crotch. He whimpered in pain of being teased. He had already been hard from your control over him. “You, my Queen.” He breathed out, his face flushed.

“Who do you come begging for every time you return home, huh? Katsuki? Who has ultimate say and control?”

“You, my Queen. It’s always you.” He let out.

Your harsh grip on his hair and scalp eased up at his admission. You hummed in satisfaction of his answers. You once again let your fingers wander his face as you looked down at him. “Good boy.” You praised him. Bakugou’s breaths were racing as you leaned down closer to his face. You let go of his hair and placed both of your hands on his cheeks. You kissed him deeply making him moan into the kiss, wanting you. But he knew better than to move and touch you when you didn’t say he could. You moved back from the kiss, making him chase your lips for more. You chuckled and placed a finger to his lips. “Now since I’m nice and understanding, you’ll stay for three and a half weeks, not a full month. Alright.”

“Yes… thank you.” He let out his voice hushed and smaller than usual.

You tapped his nose, making him twitch it slightly. You giggled. “Your welcome. Now,” You clap your hands. You moved away from him and headed to the exit out of the room. “We have so much to do, Katsuki. Come on.”

“But you left me like…” He turned back to look at you. His eyes silently pleading for you to take care of him. For you to spoil him while his back.

You turned your head to look at him. You looked down at his pants and scoffed. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, Kats, I’ll take care of you.” You think about it. “Maybe… now come, come. There’s much to be done.”

Bakugou got up off his knees and followed you. His Queen. The only other person who outmatched him in every sense of his being. “Yes, My Queen.”

-Glitch1d

This turned out better than I expected in all honesty. I want to thank mhathotfic for letting me write this. I can't wait to see what they have done and will link their work once I see it!

Alpha! Male! Reader x Omega! BakuDeku [headcanons]

Request by @000animeweeb000

This is reupload from my old blog!

Your relationship with these two is both very harmonious and very wild. Having a wild, furious, time bomb omega and a soft, sensitive, impulsive and constantly crying omega is not always easy, but because of how much you love each other, you manage to get through every difficulty of your relationship.

The two began to understand each other because of you. From old childhood friends, enemies in their school years have become lovers. It wasn’t easy at first. Bakugou and Midoriya felt out of place, they didn’t expect to have a second attempt, a second chance to improving their friendship. It wasn’t easy, but over time they began to understand each other, to love each other. You always knew that the two had a soft spot for each other.

Everyone would say that Katsuki is the most difficult in your relationship and this is not a lie. Omega is easily hot-tempered to anyone when you are with other people or outside together he will behave rough and sour. The typical Bakugou Katsuki. But when you are together alone he is soft. He may still say swearing or rude comments to the two of you, but you and Izuku know that he doesn’t really mean them, he just pretends to be hard.

Midoriya is the other extreme, he is the softest in your relationship. He is very needy and for that he constantly want you both to pay attention to him. As we know, our cinnamon roll is a huge fan of quirks, and after he and Katsuki got closer, he talked a lot with the other omega about quirks. Like he had returned to his childhood, when he and Kacchan were constantly talking about heroes and who had a better quirk. We will not be surprised that the green-haired omega made many notes about the quirk of Bakugou.

In principle, the alpha is the one in the relationship who goes after their mate/s to keep them safe from other beta or alpha who will want to claim them, but with you is the opposite. Your two mates will constantly follow you, growling (mostly Katsuki) at people trying to take you from them. Sometimes you think you have two yanderes for mates. Deku most openly shows that he is jealous, Kacchan too, but does not admit it. The green-haired omega will wrap himself around you like a koala for their mother when you talk to an omega or female beta and notice that they have some romantic interest in you. He may start whining or rubbing his cheek into your scent gland as a sign that he needs you and that you need to quickly stop talking to the person in question and pay attention to your needy mate. Bakugou is a little different. Like I said, he’s jealous, but he doesn’t admit it. If you have the same case as Izuku, Katsuki is more inclined to lean on you and narrow his eyes at the person you’re talking to. If you don’t notice his behavior or pretend you haven’t noticed him (it’s still sweet to see your hard rough mate jealous), omega tends to start scent you to realize that he wants your attention entirely on him.

Midoriya and Bakugou, as omegas, love to nest and need nests. It is your job to flavor them and give from your clothes. Your omegas have nests in their dormitories and a huge common in your dormitory. Katsuki is the type to hide his nest in a wardrobe or closet, as he doesn`t like anyone near his nest. His nest is quite a simple comparison to most omegas. A round mattress, covered with pillows and a huge blanket on them. Izuku is the opposite of explosive omega. He loves to nest! And he takes it very seriously! His nest is the softest and fluffiest! And without telling you, you know that all his objects in his nest have the face of All Might. The green-haired omega also loves and appreciates when you and Kacchan scent his nest, he can’t do without your scent. They both allow you to enter their nests. The nest in your room, as I said, is the largest. The two omegas had done it specifically so that the three of you could fit in and spend time together. They had tried very hard to make this nest and impress you, even Katsuki took it very seriously.

The next point is their heat. Your mates spend their heat cycles in your room, in the huge nest. Omegas are very sensitive and defenseless during their heat and you as their alpha should take care of them during this period. You bring them food and water, you massage their body, which suffers from every painful wave of heat. Bakugou and Midoriya are very horny, needy and want to spend their heats with you, so don’t separate from them unless it’s really important. They both feel safe with you, being in your dorm that smells of you comfort them, making their heat waves less painful. The blond spends most of his heat cycles asleep, while the green-haired man is very whiny and can’t sleep.

And what do they do during your rut? They also take a few days off from school to take care of you. Alphas in the rut become very protective, controlling and jealous of their mates. And instead of inspecting them for alpha or beta every day after school, they will stay at the end of your rut to calm your alpha instincts. Omegas will only leave your room to go to the toilet or for food and water, although this also makes your inner alpha growl at the thought that your mates should be separated from you, that you should let them out of your safe territory.

I also mentioned scent. The three of you scent each other constantly. When a person, regardless of its dynamics, has a mate, it is vital to scent each other. Omegas are able to get depressed when they can’t smell the soothing scent of their mate; alphas become irritable. Izuku was almost depressed when the villains kidnapped Katsuki, and you were on the verge of alpha mode, the only thing that kept you stable was that your green-haired omega needed you to calm him down and make sure everything went well (to mention that when they rescued Kacchan you barely let go of your mates for weeks until the UA decided to make dorms and you were reassured that they would be safe). I have the feeling that the scent of our Katsuki is the strongest and thickest of yours, and that of Izuku is the softest and sweetest.

We can all agree that our wonderful boys are constantly involved in problems that involve you. You often hear these phrases from your teacher Aizawa: “(L / n), please keep your boyfriends under control”; “I wonder how you’re still alive with them?”; “You decided it was good to have the most troubled children in U.A. history and other hero schools as mates?” and many others.

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

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This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

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As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

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prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.