Homiesexual

Male reader X female reader (smut)

Yeah, I have a couple medical problems so usually I’m bouncing in and out of the hospital, along w/ me working and junk. I’m fine, though! So usually when I’m not on here it’s usually because of one of those. Sorry about that!

Tamaki Suoh feels so small compared to your monster of a cock that towers over his. Something about that makes him shiver in impure delight. His favorite is how his stomach bulges when you fuck him, so make sure to point it out—it always inches him closer and closer to cumming.

You come over to fix the pipes, just to realize there is no problem with them—if anything they’re more than fine. You go to check on him in his room, and there he lies, in nothing more than a widow’s robe and red lingerie...And let’s just say Midoriya definitely got the ‘plumbing’ he wanted so bad.

Katsuki had been so bratty lately, and Eijiro was being so good. You could tell by the way it twitched that his cock yearned attention, even if it had came multiple times beforehand—thanks to your cock. The overstimulating ‘pain’ to his red dick was ignored, drowned out as his whimpered into your soft touches. You stroked his sides, pressing against his back with your much bigger cock rubbing his filled ass. Your lips were steamy against his neck, so gentle. It differed so strongly from your usual rough treatment. Your big hands soon slipped their way down, to his hips, guiding him to move a bit quicker. His thrusts were rough, red, lust-clouded eyes filled with determination as he used the ash blonde below him, just as you had moments ago. Pathetic begs and whines left the fucked-out boy’s lips. It seemed that even if he had half a mind, Bakugou was still determined to boss you—and Kiri—around like it was nothing. He didn’t want this, he only wanted your cock inside of him, fucking him until he was numb, senseless. Aching pleasure, that was what Katsuki was after—a quick, sweet release. But no, he couldn’t just ask for it—begging prettily like Kirishima would. He always acted out until you snapped, him eventually getting what he so craved. You caught onto him now, and this is why you were doing this, huh? He’d hadn’t cum once yet, a pesky cockring wrapped around his dwarfed length. He was already filled to the brim with your semen—previously you were using him until he refused to beg for forgiveness—but now here he was, getting treated so harshly by his best friend, Kirishima. He couldn’t fight back—he didn’t want to. While the redhead was nowhere near as big as you, it still felt fucking amazing, and the humiliation of enjoying it was definitely doing something for him. His red eyes were waving around as he tried to focus his gaze on the sweaty and panting boy behind him, thrusting like there was no tomorrow. “N-ngh..” he whimpered, his fingers moving out in a weak attempt to grab at you, but Kirishima only placed his wrists against the pillow. A rough smack against his bruised ass echoed throughout his hardly-conscious mind as it tingled. Eijiro moved quicker, leaning down where his chest was against the blonde’s built back—which led to his neglected cock being roughly pressed into the dirtied sheets below it. Moaning loud, Bakugou attempted to beg out, finally breaking. “[M-[M/N]—! H-haah~! Pl-Pleas-ugh! Let me cum, please—! I-I’ll—ugh—be g-fuck!-ood!” It came out like a broken record of words, slurred and distorted as his hips were lifted up by your hands, allowing for a deeper angle that hit his prostate so well. Despair fell over him as you only chuckled, all other sounds being drowned out—Kirishima’s pleasured grunts, skin slapping against skin. “It’s too late for that now, Katsuki, you better be ready to not walk for a while, hun.”

As a child who had several dirty minded cousins, I learned all about the birds and the bees from a young age (6). So when I was reading about organisms in 2nd grade, I kept saying ‘orgasms’. Eventually the teacher had a meeting with my parents because little me refused to believe it was pronounced as ‘organisms’ and in fact continued to say it louder and louder. That is a fact my mother does not let go of to this day.

It hurt. The strange, stinging feeling always engulfed him whenever it happened, but damn if it wasn’t addicting. The way his mind crashed into a sea of euphoria, drowning deeper and deeper as he craved more. It was like a drug, burning like a gin with every touch, soft kisses igniting him. Every lick felt like a flick of fire burning into his red-hot veins in the most pleasurable way possible. It was heaven, driving him up to cloud nine while also dragging him down to the best hell he could ever hope to experience. With every bite, smack, and squish Katsuki was practically putty in your hands, melting into every touch and reverted back for more after a burn. Sure, his body would be doused in bites, hickeys, and marks, but he knew just how to hide it. And he liked it. All of it. He loved what you did to him. You were the only person who made him feel things, even if he refused to admit it. No one else could elicit that much pleasure, so it was worth it in the end.

My phone keeps autocorrecting Ushijima to ‘Ushijizzma’ send help.

I straight up just got stuck in my closet, stepbro style for 3 minutes bc my shoulders couldn’t slip out.

(Yea I have the humor of a middle school boy)

Thank you! :)

Ty 👹!

Bokuto sat on your face as you ate him out, his fingers in your hair as he moans your name. He whimpers for more, his voice hoarse with need. You kept mercilessly hitting his prostate with your tongue and held down those thighs with your big hands so he couldn’t move. You felt his legs tremble under your touch as he was so close to cumming, his body wracked with pleasure. His whines got louder and louder, desperately chasing after his orgasm.

Yeah ofc, I just took a break :)))