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Yamada’s been close with Aizawa since high school. He’d like to say he knows him better than most, though he’s never been quite sure what that measurement even means – or how far it stretches.
They trust each other explicitly, can’t do anything but after all they’ve been through together since they met during their school days.
Today the meaning of that measurement stands clearer than anything else, though. In his best friend’s bed you lie, soundly asleep.
Naked.
With cat ears on and a tail plug.
And Yamada is there on Aizawa’s behest. To feed the kitten some milk. He swallows thickly.
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“’Zashi?” Aizawa pulls the taller man aside in the teacher’s lounge, a stack of papers in his hands. His voice is low and measured like he’s bored or tired or maybe even both.
“I got called into that disastrous meeting,” he grovels, rifling through the papers like he’s looking for something to give to the man, though Yamada knows very well that while he’s in this conversation, he is also thinking something else, doing something else. Aizawa’s mind always tries to be three or four steps ahead of any task. The papers seem to be midterm-related, the conversation villain attack-related.
“What, tonight?”
“Yeah. Hitoshi, too.” he replies simply before he dog ears a page and put the stack of papers under his arm, “can you do me a favor, though?” he asks, and Yamada’s throat constricts for just a second, like a puppy excited to get an order from their master.
Aizawa was supposed to be home before dinner for once, but because of an organized villain attack yesterday in the mall, his and Shinsou’s quirks are needed for a meeting about a retaliation on their base. None of them will make it home before late evening; Shinsou’ll even go directly to a night shift.
“She’s usually fine making dinner herself, though. But mostly when she’s already prepared to do it before we leave.”
Yamada nods, tapping his foot in an unheard rhythm. “So, can you go to our place until I get home? I’m sure she’ll appreciate a visit from her uncle.”
The blond nods, excited and happy. He’s always been proud of his honorary family member title; excited whenever he’s able to help out Aizawa and bonds with his kids.
“You can just get takeout, I’ll text you her favorites from that menu by the station,” Aizawa turns to walk away, “oh, and can you feed the kitten some milk?”
Kitten?
Yamada’s about to ask, did you get another cat? When? Just as Nezu passes by, “Ah, Eraser! Did you say a kitten? Oh, your youngest must absolutely love that!”
Aizawa smiles, and Yamada grimaces before he catches himself. It’s a mischievous sort of smile, one he rarely sees on his friend, but usually means something weird is going on. He doesn’t like that he doesn’t get the context of it, though. “Yeah, we all love having the kitten.”
Yamada wrinkles his nose, which only makes the smile grow on his friend’s face as Aizawa notices his reaction. Already Nezu is on his way to the coffee station, a busy bee as always.
“The kitten may hide in one of the bedrooms, you can just look for her.”
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Which led Yamada to stand here in the doorway, his leather pants suddenly too tight, too constricting. He changed from the jacket into a hoodie at school but regrets not changing pants as well.
You’re so absolutely, gut-wrenching sexy that his hand is already hovering over his own crotch before he can help himself.
You’re asleep on your tummy, and with your leg propped up. Currently, you’re giving Yamada a full view of your pretty cunt, a spurt of cum tickling out of your sticky and abused hole when you move slightly. His tongue is swollen and his spit thick as overnight oats when he tries to gulp. The cat ears on top of your head are skewered from the position of your head against the pillow, and there’s the softest snoring coming from your half-open mouth.
What the fucking hell.
He should walk out, right? Call Aizawa and laugh at his sick joke, prove that he didn’t fall for whatever test his friend bestowed upon him; he should prove that he’s not absolutely deranged.
But he had told him to feed the kitten, right? And there is a kitten on the bed, after all. In Aizawa’s bed. Milk dripping from your pussy.
He finally gulps. Did Aizawa plan to come home and fuck his daughter? Yamada’s mind is running at full speed trying to connect unseen dots, figure out if there were any signs over the past one and a half year you’ve been living here.
But Yamada’s always fast, always quick to the next distraction, the new input to stimulate his senses. Even if he’s seen any strange behavior, his mind wouldn’t have picked up on it and stored it unless it was interesting.
He curses inwardly. This sure is fucking interesting, though. What a situation for his mind not to register.
Mechanically he moves his legs, one foot in front of the other, left, right, left, right. The creaking of the floors is pounding in his ears, the noise amplified by his sensitive hearing, the sound of his blood rushing through his ears making his eyes unfocused.
With a shaky exhale he sits down slowly on the edge of the bed, turning his body to face your back. From the shift of weight, you stir and turn around, still asleep but stretching out your legs. You let out a sharp breath when the butt plug inside of you shifts from your movement, sighing when you get comfortable again. Yamada notices that your thighs are trembling just the slightest.
His leather pants have never felt so fucking constricting as they do now; he’s sweaty, sticky and so painfully hard that he’s moments away from just ripping them apart to get rid of the sensory overload.
He reaches out for your chest, marveling at the softness of your breasts. He’s just about to let his thumb circle your nipple when you suddenly speak, “Uncle ‘Zashi.”
You have the same drawl on his first name as your father does, and it makes him dizzy with want. Need.
You reach out for him, entwining your fingers, “Uncle ‘Zashi,” you repeat with slurred speech, eyes still droopy and unfocused. But you seem calm and content; like it isn’t uncomfortable to have your uncle see you in this state.
When you pull at his hand gently, Yamada gasps and reflectively pulls away. This wakes you up, and you raise your head, “are you okay?” you ask, and Yamada swallows, “mhm, yep, yeah, totally fine! Perfect!”
You’re unfazed by his tenseness as you let your head fall back onto the pillow, “that’s good. Where’s Papa?”
Yamada gulps as he looks at anything but you, ashamed of himself. You’re his niece for God’s sake, not a sex object, no matter how you present yourself – he did show up unannounced, after all. “He had to work. I put some takeaway in the fridge for later, the one you like from Nekyomon.”
You sigh and reach out for Yamada again, “that’s my favorite place, Uncle. Thank you.” your smile is so sincere and adorable that Yamada’s poised back relaxes slightly, squeezing your hand. He should tell you that it was Aizawa’s suggestion but you’re just so sweet that his dopamine-seeking brain is already high on your saccharine charm.
You move further into the middle of the bed with a sigh before you pat the empty spot next to you, “d’you wanna cuddle?”
Yamada nods dumbly before he really catches himself and starts crawling into the bed; he’s never been good at denying his own impulses, his own wants and desires. And right now, you’re at the forefront of his mind, naked and willing in front of him.
There’s not much else to do in this situation, right? Aizawa wouldn’t have sent him home to this, had he been against it.
As he wraps his arms around you, the headband accidentally falls off. You hurry to readjust it with a giggle. Yamada chuckles too as he pets the faux fur ear, “you playing kitten today?”
You hum, “mhm, that’s why I’m sleeping the day away, too.” you nuzzle into Yamada’s neck and let out a satisfied sigh, “you smell so good, Uncle.”
Yamada gulps and kisses the crown of your head, “might be the cologne I’m wearing, darling. I’ve been at work all day.”
“’s a good one, then.”
Yamada yelps when you gently press a kiss to his neck, “d’you like me as a kitten?” you ask in a small voice, “wanted to surprise Papa. Onii-san said he’d like it, but do you like it as well?”
Yamada’s cock twitches at the realization that the entire family is fucking; his mouth goes dry at how wrong it is but how disgustingly hot it is to imagine his best friend railing his daughter. He bets you’d make the sweetest sounds. He definitely plans to find out.
“Yeah,” he wheezes out before he squeezes your side, “did you get ready yourself?”
You giggle, “no, Onii-san helped me this morning, told me to wait for Papa in his bed.”
“Aaww, what a good kitty, waiting here all day.” Yamada praises and kisses your forehead, his hand traveling to the backside to stroke the matching tail, “besides sleeping, what does a kitten like you enjoy doing?”
You whimper, the movement stimulating you, “uh, I like cuddling. And Onii-san said kittens go into heat and I… I’m not sure what it exactly meant, but he said it’d make me needy and desperate.”
Yamada hums and pulls gently at the tail as he drags his lips over your face, moving closer and closer to your mouth, “yeah? And are you?” He pulls at the tail harshly, “needy and desperate?”
You mewl and push your upper body up against Yamada at the action, putting one leg over his hip, “yeah,” you whine breathlessly, “Uncle, that feels really good.”
It’s sinful, how good you sound, how innocent and depraved at the same time. Yamada’s dizzy from the scenarios of how many times Aizawa have been fucking you. When did he start? How did he start? When, where, how often? The questions are flurrying inside of him in a speed that he can’t keep up with, especially not when his perfect niece is dragging her soaked pussy against the leather of his pants, searching for pleasure, for anything. His hand travels from the base of the tail to your cunt, groaning at the sticky wetness, dragging the pad of his fingers to your clit, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as leaves wet kisses on your face.
“Does the kitten like to be pet here?” he asks, circling the bundle of nerves that makes you moan, “it sounds like it feels good, hm? C’mon darling, a kitten needs to purr and meow to show what they like.”
You hump your uncle’s hand in search of more pleasure, hoping he approves of your actions; your father has mentioned your uncle on occasion, how he’d enjoy you and your pretty pussy too, that Yamada’s as much family as your Onii-san and Papa, that he loves you very much and would do anything for you; as you drag your cunt over his hand you think that you love him too, and that he always makes you laugh and feel safe. You’re glad that he gets to see you as a kitten first; he seems to really enjoy it, too.
“’Zashi, Hizashi, ‘Zashi,” you moan as you ride his hand, the leather making a squeaky sound as you move against it, the sensation weird on your thigh. Your uncle is busy sucking a mark onto your neck, licking and biting as he goes, “kittens needs to be groomed, yeah?” he asks you as he gently maneuvers you to lie on your back, hands squeezing every soft part of your body that he comes across, “look at you, what an adorable little thing,” he coos before he licks and kisses at your chest, moving your hands over your head and holding them there, “so pliant and curious,” he muses as he licks at your armpit, eyes rolling back at the slight sourness that he finds there.
You giggle and wiggle your ass, trying to get your pussy back against his thigh, “Uncle, wanna feel you here,” you whine and he tuts at you, “didn’t know you were such a naughty kitten? Patience is key, sweet thing. Uncle needs to groom you first.”
You try to willfully relax, but the way that your uncle licks and kisses every inch of your body is making you antsy, excited for him to reach the place that it feels the best. Your hands, still restrained by his, follow his arms down your body as he explores lower.
Yamada reaches your core but willfully neglects it in favor of your plush thighs, nibbling and licking along the crevice between pussy and leg; the yelp when he bites at your inner thigh has him grinning like a cat who’s got the cream, continuing all the way down to your knee before he starts to get back up, slowly, determined to take his time. You let out a sigh of relief when he’s done with your thigh but sit up with a complaint stuck on your tongue as he circles back down; he winks at you before he continues past your knee this time, well aware that he’s a second away from getting kicked in the face.
He’s pretty sure you’re about to before he licks your ankle, surprising you. You heave in a breath as you worry your lip between your teeth; your uncle is taking his time on your foot and it aches looking at him. His hair is loose, silky soft and splayed out on your other leg, strands spilling onto the sheets. It’s down today, and you fight the urge to reach out to feel its silkiness, pushing away thoughts of braiding it like he lets you when you play hairdresser; you hold in a giggle as he sucks in your toe with his green eyes locked onto yours. Before he moves onto the next one, he lets off with a wet pop and a smirk, “good kitten, getting groomed properly.”
Your impatient whines and antsy legs have him laughing as he licks your last toe before continuing back up your ankle, past your knee and biting at your inner thigh again; your skin is shiny with spit when he finally kisses the fat mound of your pussy, letting go of your hands in favor of spreading your soaked lips apart. You clench around nothing as you watch your uncle’s eyes dilate at the sight of your pussy, squirming underneath his intense gaze.
“What a pretty kitten we got here,” he sighs like he’s just been graced by the vision of an angel; as you pulse and throb around nothing, you push out cum from this morning and Yamada’s cock twitches thinking of whose it might be; he dives in for a taste regardless and moans at the stickiness of your cunt, glasses fogging up at the heat radiating from you. Your back arches as he licks a fat stripe up your slit, cleaning the crevices of your folds from old cum, coating you in him instead, leaving a fresh canvas to mark later.
He humps the bed to the sweet sounds of your voice moaning his name. Much like a cat purring from the pleasure of a good chin scratch, you reward him with immediate reactions. His hands grab at your thighs and squeezes, enjoying the way the fat spills between his long fingers and you whine, “Uncle, want your fingers inside of me,” you beg, hands scratching and pulling at his long hair. It’s long and soft, freshly washed after his shift today, before coming here.
Not that he’s feeling clean anymore; the leather is not only constricting breath but sweat and precum too and his eager grooming of your kitty has gotten his face soaked. He smiles up at you, canines showing as he kisses your thigh quickly, “aren’t you a greedy little kitty? Giving you a nice grooming and you ask for more.”
You throw your head back with a whine of frustration, “’been alone all day, Uncle, been so empty.”
It’s obscene, the way you moan it and try to drag your pussy against his face again, “please Uncle, need something inside me.”
He tuts at you and pulls at your tail, “but you’re not empty, are you? Pretty baby seems to have been plugged up all day.”
You have the audacity to roll your eyes at your uncle, clearly holding back a choked moan. Yamada’s had a habit of making you more competitive and childish than your father and brother; he’s good at bickering with you, at annoying you in a way that makes you comfortable being more than just a people pleaser. Now however, you’re just being a greedy brat.
“Baby, we just begun,” Yamada coos as he circles the rim of your asshole, teasing the plug inside, “you’re such an impatient kitten that I-“
“I wanna get to the good part,” you interrupt with a moan, and Yamada gasps in mock-surprise, “the good part? Oh my sweet pea, the whole thing’s the good part. It sounds like I need to teach you a lesson!”
He leans forward again and licks you in earnest, doubling down his efforts and making you squirm and kick your legs at the intense pressure of his tongue against you. Slick and saliva coats the fur of the tail between you and the bed. As his lips wraps around your clit to suck it harshly, you start scratching at his scalp while arching your back. His tongue drags against your clit as he tongues your folds and you swear you hear him sniff before he starts fucking you with the appendage, devouring you.
He moans now, and it only adds to the pleasure. You arch off the bed again with a wail as he makes you cum, sucking your clit through it and overstimulating you to the point of your lash line wetting. You sob as he starts giving you gentle kitten licks through your folds to ease you off your high and assures you, “see? Kittens can feel good without cocks.”
All you do is whine and wiggles against him, “Uncle, don’t stop, please.”
And he doesn’t intent to.
He eats you through another orgasm before he even thinks about adding fingers to the mix; it’s not until your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and your tongue is lolling out that he brings his long middle finger to circle your hole, teasing you. His pupils dilate as the black ring on his finger gets coated in your juices; for hygiene purposes he really should take them off, but his nostrils flare at the thought of them smelling like your cum afterwards.
You’re begging before he even has the first knuckle inside, “I’ll be good, I’ll be a good kitten, Uncle ‘Zashi please, please, please.”
The third orgasm hits you with a measle finger bending inside, which sorely disappoints something inside of you; there’s supposed to be more right now but there isn’t and it’s all your uncle’s fault. The orgasm feels deflated somehow, and you sigh deeply, like he’s just disappointed you and your entire bloodline.
But when you look down at him, he just smirks. He smiles like he just won in a boardgame with a dirty trick, before he kisses your clit gently and pushes in a second finger.
“Just give me more, darling, and I’ll continue to make you feel good.”
And then he leans back up, kisses your stomach, licks into your navel as he scissors his fingers inside of you, bends them at just the right angle, thumb gracing your clit as he pops a nipple into his mouth.
It’s all you can do to lie helplessly and take it. There’s such a big focus on your physical pleasure, but it’s obvious that he’s not doing it for you. Your eyes try to find a fixed point on your father’s ceiling to ground you, but you keep forgetting what little stain or mark you decided on with every drag of your uncle’s fingers.
He licks at your jaw and then your chin before he licks your lips, “such a good kitty, letting me groom you. Now it’s time for your reward, yeah? Want that? You handled your punishment so well.”
Punishment? With lidded eyes you follow his movements as he unbuckles his belt. You giggle as he fights to drag the leather off of him, kicking and cursing in the bed, making grimaces at you. But the laughter dies down as you watch him release his cock from his tight underwear; it’s thin and long and curved midway. Your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack when you see the shiny metal line down the length.
He’s sitting on his haunches as he watches you take in his pierced cock; the angry red color that sports the head of his cock tells you how desperate he is, how much this man wants to breed you. A bead of precum rolls out and drips down and you lick your lips in anticipation, a shudder running through you.
It's burning inside you with how much you want your uncle to claim you.
You open your arms and spread your legs wider, “Uncle, please, shove your cock inside of me. Need you, need you.”
He groans as he grabs your legs and pulls so that your ass is lifted into the air and flush against him, tail hanging underneath you; you yelp as your pussy lines up with his cock. His hair hangs down in streaks over his face as both of you breathe heavily, “kitties in heat usually needs to present themselves but fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. You gonna be a good girl for me, darling?”
You whine, loud and needy. There’s nothing you love more than being a good girl, the words making you slicker, but then you shake your head wildly, “nooo, no Uncle ‘Zashi, I’m a good kitty.”
Your uncle chuckles, the treble low in his throat as he moves the head of his cock against your pussy, “bet you are, aren’t you? Think you can take your uncle’s dick?”
You lick your lips. You don’t want to tell your uncle that your Papa’s cock is fatter; they seem just as long, and you know from both Onii-san and Papa that their size matters little; if you love them, it’ll feel good like it’s supposed to. Fat tears fill your eyes as the love for your uncle hits you and the overstimulation that Yamada has subjected you to suddenly hit the cognitive part of your brain.
“I wuv you,” you mewl, “so please Uncle, gimme, gimme.”
Yamada’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the way you slur your words, childish and desperate in his grasp. He moans your name as he maneuvers you to take his pretty cock, balls clenching as your sloppy hole swallows him, sucking him in like a vacuum. You moan at the feeling of his piercings dragging against your walls.
He isn’t ashamed to admit that he spurts out his first ropes of cum as soon as your walls massages his full length, throbbing and milking him like a fucking pro.
He throws his head back with a sigh, regaining his breath with his cock nestled fully inside of you, “shit, need a minute, so tight, just a quick-“
His cock gives another twitch and is immediately ready again as he looks down and sees your face; your mouth hanging open, heavy breathing with your eyes completely drunk off of the cock inside of you; it’s obscene how blissful you look in this moment, and the grip on your hips tightens as he starts to fuck into you greedily, desperate to see more of your expressions.
Your mouth stays open in a soundless scream as you take your uncle’s cock again and again. The wet sounds in the room are obscene and Yamada’s sperm keeps spurting out of you with his wild thrusts. You moan at the way his trimmed hairs tickle your clit as he ruts into you, pleasure scorching your stomach with how good your sensitive pussy feels.
“Ah, aaah, you feel so good, too good, holy shit kitten, ngh—you’re killing me,” Yamada leans over you and pops a nipple into his mouth, “fuckkkkk, you’re so… so warm, tight, I love you, love you, love you, god.”
Yamada’s babbling and you keep trying to reply to him, but all that comes out is incomprehensible nonsense, so all you can do to show your appreciation is pull and scratch at his shoulders, his back, his hair. He fucks harder into you, faster, when you pull at his silky locks, so you knot your fingers in it and pull, hoping that he’ll never stop. Inside you his dick keeps twitching, jumping, so needy to feel your hot warmth envelop him.
He cums again when you pull particularly hard and he keeps thrusting, “k-keep doing that, yeah, shit.”
Your cunt flutters at how desperate your uncle is, at how good you make him feel. You feel yourself getting close again as he fills you, his responsive nature making your thighs quake and breath catch in your throat.
You lose count of how many times Yamada makes you cum – of how many times he cums. You can feel your sticky arousal on your thighs, your stomach, his stomach, everywhere, all around you. Your head is fuzzy like you’ve been sedated, but it’s just the wires rebranding you from all the pleasure.
You barely register the blond pulling out of you to move you around, haphazardly pushing and pulling at you so that you’re on your stomach now, face squished into the pillow below you. It’s soaked with sweat, your baby hair’s sticking to your forehead and nape. The way you properly register it is when the row of piercings are stimulating somewhere new from the new position.
You scream when Yamada starts pulling at the plug inside of you, “c-c’mon kitten, let me hear your mewls,” he begs as he thrusts into your squelching, abused cunt while continuously pulling at the tail.
The bed is soaked from how many times both of you have released; Yamada’s started shooting blanks a long time ago but he can’t stop moving, can’t stop fucking into you when you moan so nicely for him, whining and clenching around him like you don’t want anything but him; it’s painful to keep shoving himself inside of you, but it’s even more painful to deny himself the wet slide of your hole, the welcoming clench when your pussy begs for him to stay there.
Whatever attitude or barely pretense of brattiness you had when Yamada came into the room is completely absent now, your back arched as your uncle has your arms pinned behind you to keep your upper body up, fucking into you despite your eyes being closed and your head hanging. You realize that you’re drooling when he thrusts into you roughly and a glob of spit falls out of your mouth at once, tickling your lower lip and adding to your overstimulation. You whine as you try to blink your eyes open, Yamada moaning and fucking you with an energy you’ve never experienced. His praise makes you clench weakly around him, pussy sore and abused.
You blearily realize that you weren’t awake when you start to wake up. It’s an odd feeling waking up like this, because currently you’re being fucked in a pace that makes you bob back and forth on the bed, someone squeezing your hips and balls slapping your backside so loud it could’ve – should’ve – woken you up. Yamada’s been fucking you for so long that you can’t gather a single thought, holes sore and used, dripping with all his spent.
You throb now as you realize the size is different; the pace is, too. Instead of fucking you wildly and quickly, uncoordinated thrusts that just needs the stimulation, the long strokes are now measured, calculated to hit you with just the right pressure at just the right time; the cock is fatter, reaching farther and you clench when the familiar feeling of your cervix being abused makes your stomach coil tightly, “Papa, Papa,” you moan before you’ve even opened your eyes.
The sound of your father letting out a chuckle has you cumming around him with little effort; waking up to his cock is better than anything you’ve ever tried despite how used you’ve felt, and you don’t want to open your eyes and end the sensation. He groans, “hi baby, slept well?”
When you come down from the high, you nod, opening your eyes and adjusting to the light. It’s dark outside the window, but the ceiling lamp is blinding you, and Aizawa shields you as he wraps himself around you and kisses the crown of your head, “baby, I’ve missed you.”
You whine and look to the side to see Yamada on his back, glasses skewered over his face as he tries to catch his breath after the ordeal; your sobbing pussy tightens pathetically and Aizawa kisses you sweetly, gently, “did you have fun playing with your uncle today, hm? Did he take good care of you?”
You let out a string of slurred, nonsensical words trying to say yes, but he fucked out your braincells by the seventh or ninth orgasm and all you can think about now is the fact that your father is home, his scent bombarding your nostrils; the heavy musk of his sweat and the heat of his body is making you dizzy and you hide your face in his neck instead of succeeding in an answer.
Yamada laughs and sits up against the headboard and reaches out towards the cheek closest to him, “I think we both had lots of fun, right baby?”
You lean into his palm as he caresses your cheek and moan, body still being moved and manipulated by the pace in which your father is fucking his fat cock into you, no energy left in you for anything. All you can do is take, take, take, take.
Your eyes blink when you realize the plug in your ass is gone, cum instead dripping out of your ass. Yamada leans forward and kisses you, “sorry darling, it was completely soaked and I had to get a taste, baby. You’ll have to show Papa another day.”
Aizawa fucks into you, deep and relentless but he peppers sweet and kind kisses into your skin, leaving them like small love confessions as he mixes his own cum with his childhood friend’s.
“Did he take good care of you?” Aizawa asks in his deep voice, the breathlessness to it making your pussy clench and you nod weakly. He pats your head, “that’s good, baby.”
The softness of the way he pats your head is immediately switched up as he grabs you by the hair and pushes your upper body towards Yamada, “clean him up, then. Show him your gratitude.”
Both you and Yamada whine. Your uncle wince and pull his lower body away from you reflectively, “Shouta please, I’m too sensitive still.”
“No ‘Zashi, she needs to learn respect. Take it,” he shoves your head onto Yamada’s crotch, and you whimper, your breath making Yamada wince again.
“Papa, don’t wanna hurt him,” you protest weakly, but your father laughs cruelly, “please, he likes it baby, I promise.”
When none moves except for Aizawa’s thrust, he clicks his tongue, “be a good girl and do as Papa says,” with the last two words he thrusts harshly into you, pushing you further onto your uncle’s crotch.
Despite your uncle’s protests, you can’t deny your father; he will always have the last say with you, so despite your exhaustion, you wrap your lips around Yamada’s soft cock, tongue licking at the head, the rim, the folds to clean him up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the taste and Yamada throws his head back and sobs. Your tongue can’t stop circling the studs of the piercings, the sounds of your sloppy cleaning filling the room.
Aizawa chuckles, “yeah that’s it, that’s a good girl. Clean him up properly as a thank you. Make sure you clean the barbels all the way down, too.”
Despite his harsh demands, Aizawa doesn’t stop fucking into you, the view in front of him only fueling him further. Both of you are drooling, sobbing messes. He’s no doubt in his mind that Yamada’s been fucking you ever since entering the room this afternoon and finding Yamada fucking your unconscious body had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Even when your mind wasn’t here, your body was still built for pleasure.
He leans back with a wicked smile on his face, glad that Shinsou had texted him about your little surprise after they’d both be hindered in getting home on time.
The disappointment of not coming home to a little kitty in heat begging for him was far outweighed by the high of coming home to take your body in ways he saw fit; you’d been lying there, defenseless, soaked but your sensitive little pussy had still taken him just like you were supposed to.
His grip on your waist tightens as he falls over the edge himself, fucking his and his childhood friend’s spend into you. He leans down to kiss at your shoulder gently, praising you for a job well done when you pull off your uncle’s cock and rest on his thigh, “you can rest now, baby. Papa will take care of you.”
He pulls out of your slippery pussy with a wince, groaning at the way your pussy splutters out with your juices and leftover cum; he’d need to carry you to the bathtub so that he could clean you properly and deeply after the ordeal you’d been through. You’d done so well that even if his stamina isn’t the same as his friend’s, he still feels wholly satisfied.
He leans over to squeeze Yamada’s thigh, reveling in the whimper that leaves the man, sensitive all over. Yamada laughs, “next time your instructions could be a bit clearer, please.”
Aizawa grunts out a snort, “really? I think you pretty much did as you were told.”