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Patreon Compilation – Fic #81 – Yaoyorozu/Todoroki – femdom; edging; losing control over Quirk – Study Hours
🕑 Added 2020-06-17 05:48:01 +0000 UTCMomo takes her hands away immediately when his thighs start to coltishly tremble. It is the third time now, and while Shoto had taken the edging each time with stoic stonefacedness, this time it is accompanied by a wheeze and his head tilting back.
She glances up, her cheeks a fetching red, and a smile slowly spreading on her face when she sees this for Shoto quite vocal reaction.
“Oh… that’s interesting!” she says enthusiastically. She hunkers back down, eager to resume. Prior to playing, Momo had spent her nights eagerly reading up on the topic, and she feels like she has a good enough grasp on what she has to do.
Having Shoto as her first ‘victim’ wouldn’t be ideal for most people, but she is well acquainted to his mannerisms. A twitch of the mouth means a lot more to her than it might to other people. They’ve been together long enough.
She is wearing comfortable clothes; loose shorts and one of Shoto’s dress shirts that hangs loose on her frame except over her chest where it is stretched tight for his viewing pleasure.
Shoto might try to pretend like he’s too cool for just about anything, but she knows that he’s very much a tits man and loves to ogle hers as much as possible.
His cock is harder than she had ever witnessed it being. It is feverishly hot to the touch when she carefully curls her hand around the shaft and squeezes slightly. It feels almost a bit… sick. Like she should be taking him to the hospital instead of playing with him until he grits his teeth and digs his heels into the ground.
But she has read up on the topic. She knows what to do and what to expect, though experiencing it live was a whole ‘nother beast.
Momo keeps looking at his face this time as she slowly rounds her fingertip across his crown. Shoto isn’t a man that is prone to being very wet, but this time she has managed to squeeze a few droplets of pre-cum out of him during the second edging.
It makes her wondering just how much she can tickle out of him. Just how wet he can become.
She focuses her effort on his slit, lightly trailing the edge of her fingernail along it until his hips begin to shimmie and he makes that sound again; that wheezing little whine that makes her nipples hard and so very sensitive as they rub against his silky dress shirt.
She lets go of him again. Shoto’s head jerks forward, his mismatched eyes staring at her with a kind of desperation she has never seen on him before. The intensity has goosebumps rise along her arms. He looks a little… deranged. It is exciting.
She feels like she can smell a bit of burning rope, but she is sure that can’t be true. Shoto would never lose control over his Quirk…
Though the thought is… very exciting. She beams at him, fingers lacing together in front of her.
“This is… fun!” she says with shy enthusiasm. She has bound her hair up as usual. She can feel the weight of it gently tugging at the back of her head as she almost bounces in place. “I really like it! Do you like it, too?”
They’re both pretty easily embarrassed as they had found out those first few times they fell into bed with one another, but over the years it has become easier to communicate. It is embarrassing to be so explicit about one’s needs and desires, and she feels like others would be annoyed and calling them dorks if they knew, but… it is good to know they can come to each other with anything.
Like Shoto asking her if she would be interested in pushing him to the edge again and again and not letting him come.
His mouth, previously set in a very strict line as he tried to breathe his way through the electric, burning feeling of having to pull back again, slowly relaxes a little, then curves into a little smile.
“Yes,” he says softly, voice rough from… she doesn’t really know what. He’s not making much noise, after all. “I… like it.”
They smile at each other. She braces herself on his thighs and leans up to give him a kiss, then stands and stretches her back and her legs. She is very aware of his gaze staring at her belly button when his shirt rides up some, and then at her tits stretching the fabric until the buttons hold on for dear life.
Definitely a tits man.
“I’ve read a lot more fun things,” she tells him, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet, excited to try them out. “I’m curious to see how you’ll like those.”
He looks up at her, smiling mildly. She can tell he is regaining his composure, which is good. He’s allowed some respite. His cock is still looking so very painfully hard. She wonders how it would feel inside her like this. Would he feel bigger? Longer? She clenches her thighs together and feels the electric prickling of her clit getting nudged.
Shoto sits a lot more relaxed when she rounds behind his chair. At first he had wanted to sit seiza on the ground, but she convinced him that it would be easier like this for their first time. She could move more freely on her feet.
Momo curls around his shoulders and gently bites the top of his ear while her fingers slide over his pecs, gently squeezing the thick muscle. He’s put on a lot more bulk in the past few months. In her opinion he was looking more like his father by the day, but she would never tell him. She feels it would hurt his feelings.
Shoto closes his eyes and leans his head back against her chest, bedding it on her tits, unaware of her fingers creeping towards their goal.
When she carefully scratches her blunt nails over his little perky buds, he jolts like she had put an electric rod to his body.
Her face splits in a huge, happy grin. She’d only ever briefly made acquaintance with his nipples, so she had only thought he might like it, but… oh… this was going to be so much fun!
She uses oil to rub his shoulders and chest until everything is slick and glistening. He’s no longer relaxed, getting stiffer the closer her fingers travel to his nipples.
Soon enough, Shoto is breathing harsh, his chest heaving. He tries not to make any sound, but she is gently pinching and rubbing his slick little nipples, and it is visibly driving him insane.
Oh, had she only known how sensitive his little teats were! She is so enamored!
Momo gently scratches her fingernails over his nipples, watching his cock react like a little puppy. It is flexing eagerly, brick red and weeping. Shoto’s thighs look like they are rock hard, knees shaking, abs tense.
His whole body is clenched tightly like a fist, but he is not telling her to stop. He is begging for mercy in little shameful whispers, but he is not telling her to stop. Momo has never felt this… powerful. Like she has someone in her hand.
She is so focused on the sight of his flexing, ruddy red cock, that the lick of heat against her wrist takes her by surprise. She wrenches her hands away from him, staring as flames sputter to life and die again all over Shoto’s body.
They are chased by fine crystals of ice that melt back into his skin while his head hangs low and he tries to hold on to everything.
“Shoto…?” Momo asks softly, just to make sure he is alright. His voice comes on a rasp; he sounds all small and a bit scared, even.
“I’m sorry, I just… I can’t…”
“Should I stop?” she gently touches his shoulders and rubs them. He slowly unfolds himself and puts his head back against her chest.
“Just… give me a sec,” he murmurs. His face is as red as his cock, his burn scar for once barely distinguishable except for the slick skin lightly shining in the light of the room.
“You want one more?” Momo asks gently, fascinated by the sight of his pubes catching fire every few seconds.
Shoto bites his lip, his hips curving up, clearly begging for release. She doesn’t think he’s ever had to wait for it this long; or had ever been made to claw back from the precipice. She wonders how it feels…
“I don’t… I don’t think I can take more,” he says all sweet and boy like, looking at her with his mismatched eyes upside down. She wants to coo and pinch his cheeks, but she doesn’t think it would be very much appreciated, so she smiles and brushes his hair out of his sweaty forehead.
“That’s alright… how about I give you a nice BJ, and then we’re going to shower?”
He nods along, still looking like a puppy dog. Momo is a little shocked by how wet a submissive Shoto makes her. She’s never thought about having someone in her hand like this…
Oh, she likes it...
