"this what you did all day, hm?"

you whine - eyes rolling into the deepest part of your skull, as two of his slender fingers trace the precise arch etched into your spine. he buries his hands into the plush of your hips, dragging your body implausibly closer to his crazed, animalistic thrusts.

"workin'? bein' all self-reliant and shit? — oh, fuuuck" his hips brutally stuttered against the bare, jiggly flesh of your ass as the doughy, gummy texture of your walls, quivered all around him. "assembling shit that I should've built for you?" he snarls, sending his open palm straight into the smooth, pristine surface of the newly assembled vanity.

one of his massive hands sails over your unclothed body. his fingers roam freely over your flesh - trailing candid, intricate patterns all over you.

you gasp, slowly grinding your ass back into his pelvis, the moment he frames your throat in his hand. "mhm, my independent girl," he murmurs, fixating his crimson orbs over the frantic, almost desperate motions of your ass. "bein' fucked so good aaall over her hard fuckin' work" suddenly, he snaps. closing his fingers, in a barbaric hold, around your neck, he forces your torso away from the vanity - guiding your back straight into his chest. "but, it doesn't work like that now, does it?"

you're forced to look into the small, circular mirror. your bottom lip trapped beneath the weight of your teeth, as his scarred hand slowly dips in between your parted thighs.

"you call me," his middle and ring finger feebly move onto your swollen nub - drawing faint, almost torpid circles all over your clit. "from now on, you fuckin' call me" he drawls, emphasising every word with a wicked, cruel drag of his hips. "you rely on me — fuuck, 'cause I got you, baby — shit, allow me to be your goddam man, yeah?"

heat coils like venomous flames in your stomach. you eyes slam shut, as the real meaning concealed behind his words merge into the massive weight of his thrusts.

"you're so fuckin' needy, huh?"

katsuki's voice is rough against your neck as he sits back on the couch—legs spread, hands gripping your hips, your bare thighs straddling his lap. he's warm, solid beneath you, and you're already panting, skin flushed, shirt shoved up and bunched just beneath your collarbones.

"sat on my lap like this," he mutters, dragging his thumb along your waist. "fuckin' squirming already."

"i'm not—" you start, breath hitching. but the second his lips close around your nipple, all that defiance dies on your tongue.

you whine. high-pitched. fingers flying into his hair.

he groans in response—a deep, possessive sound vibrating right against your chest—and sucks harder, tongue flicking, lips pulling, his hands gripping your waist.

"yeah," he pants between kisses. "gimme me those sounds."

your back arches, pressing you closer, and his mouth welcomes the pressure. your fingers tangle tighter in his hair—dragging, tugging—and he grunts again, switching sides without a word.

he mouths at your other nipple, his tongue tracing circles. sucking soft, then hard, until your thighs twitch around his hips and your voice breaks on another sweet little ah— hah— katsuki—

"fuckin' hell," he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at the spit-slicked mess he's left across your tits. "you make the prettiest fuckin' sounds while i do this."

he leans forward and sucks again, alternating between. licking and sucking, messy and devoted, until your whole body is moving in his lap.

squirming... grinding... begging.

your voice comes out more desperate. whines, gasps, incoherent little words and noises that make his cock twitch under you—obvious now, thick and hard, pressing up between your thighs.

he doesn't need to talk because his mouth is too busy, glued to your chest, completely addicted to the way you're falling apart just from his tongue and lips.

your hands clutch his hair tighter as his teeth scrape just slightly, and he growls at the sting.

"oh yeah, that drive you crazy?" he mutters against your skin. "wanna fuckin' cry just from me sucking your tits, huh?"

"y-yeah," you breathe, voice breaking again.

"good. sit pretty. i ain't done."

because katsuki lives for this.

for the weight of you on top of him, your thighs shaking, your chest flushed and heaving, your skin slick with his spit, your shirt bunched and forgotten... and your mouth open, head tilted back—making all those desperate little noises just for him.

just from his mouth. just from his tongue. just from the way he worships you.

Oh dear anonnn you are SO fucking right!!! This is the biggest of frank things!!

It doesn't matter how it starts- slow touches and stripping eachother bare or frantic feelings and half dressed desperation. Frank is always taking that extra moment to endulge. To let you envelop his senses.

It doesnt matter how quick or slow the mood is, frank is resting down between your legs and grinning at you. Cooing and looking so.. Adoringly. Theres no shame that can come with the way he looks at you.

"Soakin through the fabric honey.. Want it that bad huh?"

"Know you're so pretty down here sweetheart?"

"Swear you're tryin to kill me with these pretty panties angel"

"Oh my poor girls all needy aint she.. Drippin into the fabric. I know.. Droolin for me as much as i am her ya know that?"

All said while his palm offers the lightest of presure as it rests on your mound. Franks lips gently pecking and laping at the fabric just barley covering your slit. Taking his time trailing over the damp spot with careful sucks until hes at your clit. The taste of you on his tongue from the slick hes pulled from you. Yet the friction isnt quite enough, teasing in intension, as he finally envelopes the covered bud into his mouth, further soaking your panties.

Infact, he'll play and spit at your covered center until the fabric rests totally soaked and your squirming. Begging and pleading in that soft tone, desperate to feel the press of his face bare against you, to feel the perfect lap of his tongue.