Redhead in a Skirt Part 2

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fluff at the end :)
NSFW WARNING;;
heavy ig feminization, anal penetration, slight belly bulging, blowjob, spit as lube, crossdressing, praising, dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, subspace, daddy/sir.



From the moment they left, Eijiro clung to Katsuki's arm, wrapping his hands around it and pushing his body up against his side. It reminded the blonde of when he saw newly married couples do it while grocery shopping, which only made his heart speed up. Eijiro would definitely look good clinging to his side after being freshly married to him.

When they get back to the dorms, they make a bee line for the blonde's room instantly. Katsuki opens the door and locks it when they get in, shrugging off Eijiro to go sit on the bed and take his shoes off. The redhead lets out a small whine though and hurries to him, straddling his waist.

Katsuki sighs, "baby, I need to take my shoes off." Eijiro pouts, getting off and kicking his shoes off, before straddling the other once more. Katsuki rolls his eyes. "If you're so eager, princess, why don't you take them off yourself?"

The red-haired stares at the other for a moment before mumbling an 'okay' and shimmying down his lap and onto the floor in front of him. Of course, the blonde was just kidding, but when there's a fire lit inside him when he sees the redhead eagerly unstrapping his boots to take them off, he stays quiet. Threading his hand through fallen red locks, he mutters out a 'good boy'. Eijiro looks up at him with flushed cheeks before continuing.

When he's done, he shuffles closer to the blonde and places his chin on top of his thigh. "'m done, Kas'uki.." He murmured, nuzzling his cheek against the other's fabric-enclosed thigh while looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

Katsuki offers a small smile, holding out his arms until the redhead climbs back onto his lap, and wraps them around the smaller boy's frame. Right after, he places his lips on the other, holding back a laugh when he feels the other instantly kiss back with eagerness.

As their kissing progresses, so do Katsuki's hands. They wander from his waist to his hips to the redhead's bottom. Once they get there, they give a firm squeeze, earning a soft moan in return. Shifting, the blonde chuckles lowly against his lips before continuing. His hands travel down to the other's thighs, running over the hem of white, thigh-high socks. The blonde pulls away slowly, panting against the other's lips, before trailing his lips down Eijiro's jawline and neck.

"You're so pretty, baby. My pretty boy, hm?" The ash-blonde all but whispers against tanned skin. "You going to be my good, pretty boy?"

Eijiro's lips quiver as gasps and small whimpers leave them. His hands grasp forest-green cloth covering broad shoulders tightly as he gives a small nod. "Yes."

Katsuki hums and gives a small pinch to the other's inner thigh, making him let out a small squeal and squirm a bit. "Yes what, babygirl?"

The younger's face flushed beet red, eyes widening at the new petname. His fingers clutch on tighter to the sweatshirt before he stutters out, "y- yes sir—.."

"That's my good boy," he mutters, mouthing at the other's neck.

Eijiro shakes his head slightly, breathing unevenly from the sensation against his throat. "N- no, I- I'm your good girl, right? Your babygirl?" He asks meekly, not sure if that was a weird sentence or not.

The spiky-haired male pulls up and gives a gentle smile, tucking a loose red strand of hair behind the other's ear. "Yeah, you're my good girl." He kisses his boyfriend's lips briefly before adding, "can my good girl get me the lube?"

The redhead gave him a bashful smile and nodded, twisting his body so he could reach for the bedside drawer. Once he has the lubricant in his hand, he turns back around and hands it to the  other. Katsuki takes it and sets it to the side, placing both hands on Eijiro's hips afterwards and raising them, making the submissive male stand on his knees and him face-to-face with his abdomen.

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