Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12968328. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F, F/M, M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Kaminari_Denki/Tokoyami_Fumikage, Iida_Tenya/Yaoyorozu_Momo, Kirishima Eijirou/Tokoyami_Fumikage, Kirishima_Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu_Momo, Kaminari_Denki/Kirishima_Eijirou, Bakugou_Katsuki/ Tetsutetsu_Tetsutetsu, Yoarashi_Inasa/Kirishima_Eijirou, Bakugou_Katsuki/ Uraraka_Ochako, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Yamada_Hizashi_|_Present_Mic, Ojiro_Mashirao/Shinsou_Hitoshi, Midoriya_Izuku/Tokoyami_Fumikage, Kaminari_Denki/Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou/ Tetsutetsu_Tetsutetsu Character: Kaminari_Denki, Tokoyami_Fumikage, Iida_Tenya, Yaoyorozu_Momo, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya_Izuku, Jirou_Kyouka, Bakugou_Katsuki, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Yoarashi_Inasa, Uraraka_Ochako, Yamada_Hizashi_|_Present_Mic, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Ojiro_Mashirao, Shinsou_Hitoshi Additional Tags: Edgeplay, Pegging, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Cunnilingus, Rough_Sex, Gags, Massage, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Fluff, Fluff_and_Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Consensual_Sex Collections: My_Kink_Academia Stats: Published: 2017-12-10 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 1317 ****** love the sinner ****** by Slumber Summary One-sentence fills for the bnha kink meme. One ship, one prompt, one sentence. Age is never explicitly stated in any of these, but since the source material deals with underaged characters, the warning is there just in case. Each chapter title will have the ship, prompt, and additional tag listed. Notes BNHA_kink_meme. Sorry for the mess of ships and tags, I wanted to put them together for posterity. This set of fills features all fluff and consensual relationships. ***** Kaminari/Tokoyami: Current ***** The light terrified Dark Shadow, a fact Denki knew and was extra careful about, as he skimmed the expanse of Tokoyami's chest with fleeting touches, licked stripes of wet heat down the curve of Tokoyami's neck, ground his thigh between Tokoyami's legs, so that when Tokoyami shivers, Denki's name wrenched from his lips like a secret, Denki knows it's a different kind of current that thrums beneath their veins and jolts them toward each other. ***** Kirishima/Tokoyami: Edgelord (Orgasm Denial) ***** Not yet, Tokoyami doesn't exactly say, but he may as well have when his hands move from Eijirou's cock to slide down his thighs, fingers digging into flesh and eyes sharp on Eijirou's flushed face; not yet, when Tokoyami slows the push and pull of his fingers inside Eijirou, holding him down to the bed with surprising strength; not yet, when Tokoyami squeezes mercilessly around his cock, even as Eijirou's eyes water and he thrusts, helpless and desperate, into nothing; Tokoyami is buried to the hilt inside him, palm a welcome heat closing around him and breath a hot whisper of now, Ei in his ears when he is finally, finally allowed to come. ***** Tokoyami/Midoriya: Soft ***** Everyone underestimates Izuku at first, dismissing his cherubic face and fluffy hair and wide-eyed innocence, but Fumikage knows the force of the muscle behind arms that pin him down and the vise-like grip of thighs around his waist, the power packed when he thrusts, relentless, as well as he knows the tenderness in his gaze and the warmth of his hugs, and it's this combination of heart and strength together that truly makes Izuku unstoppable. ***** Kaminari/Midoriya: Massage ***** He's good with his hands, he says, scarred fingers as versed in the knots and places of tension cording through muscle as he is with the intricacies of a hero's quirks and weaknesses, so Denki lets him undo the tightness in his back, smooth out the places made stiff by the day's training, lets his hands move lower, and further, and oh, yes, right there, when Denki's body melts into the couch and his sigh becomes a shivering moan. ***** Kirishima/Midoriya: Gasp ***** Kirishima is-- he's perfect and beautiful, cut like marble though not as smooth, sun-kissed skin lined with faint scars the reminders of past battles, and Izuku follows their stories with reverent hands, tracing old losses and victories with soft lips and a gentle tongue; he maps the planes of Kirishima's body carefully and commits to memory the places that make him sigh, that make him gasp, that make him call out Izuku's name, memorizing them like landmarks and Izuku its faithful cartographer. ***** Kaminari/Kirishima: Desperation (Rough sex, hurt/comfort) ***** Kirishima is usually a tender lover, careful and sweet, favoring long lingering kisses and slow lazy sex, intimate and dear, but tonight his touch leaves bruises, a searing hot brand across pale skin-- when he kisses Denki it's a claiming, all take and no give; when he fucks into Denki it's too soon and too fast and too hard, an ache that will last to morning; when he comes he doesn't let go, doesn't pull away, doesn't stop running his hands all over Denki, the words you're here, you're alive, don't you dare scare me like that again whispered like a prayer, and Denki wraps his arms around Kirishima, lets him do whatever it takes to convince himself Denki's real. ***** Inasa/Kirishima: Carry ***** Eijirou grapples for purchase somewhere, anywhere, his fingers digging into the back of Inasa's shoulders, lips crushed beneath the press of Inasa's own, realizing belatedly that Inasa'd hiked both his legs up and had Eijirou wrapping them around his waist, his entire weight on Inasa as he's lowered down and split open and Fuck, so Inasa is as strong as he looks. ***** Bakugou/Tetsutetsu/Kirishima: Competition (Threesome) ***** Sometimes it's a sparring match, some days it's just arm wrestling, or a race, or even a coin toss-- quick, friendly wagers to decide who gets to call the shots that night-- but it always ends the same, the three of them getting too worked up, competitive jabs turning bolder and the atmosphere shifting just a smidge, a body pinned down becoming a target of wandering hands and teasing tongues, grunts in a three-way scuffle turning into short, breathless moans, deciding the winner turning into an afterthought in the presence of eager mouths and hard bodies and the three of them pressed to each other, everyone a winner. ***** Bakugou/Tetsutetsu: Stop ***** It's hard to remember how this starts, with Tetsutetsu pushing, stretching him open, his legs wide and his back arched, his own traitorous moans punctuating the grunt of his every thrust; it's hard to remember how this starts, when Tetsutetsu takes him into his mouth with the same intensity in his gaze as when they fought and sparred, heated and every bit as passionate, and Tetsutetsu drinks his every last drop like he's never had anything to quench his thirst; it's hard to remember how this starts, with Tetsutetsu's hand around him and Bakugou's name on his lips-- he just knows he doesn't want it to ever stop. ***** Bakugou/Uraraka: Confess ***** In the quiet of the room, moonlight just a sliver of a caress on his pale neck (the nervous bob of his Adam's apple) and her exposed chest (the prickling gooseflesh of the cold on her skin), with her arms around broad shoulders and his hips slotted between her thighs, she catches the honest want in his gaze, the clenching of his jaw and the grip of his fingers, and the ache in her chest melts away; between them, in that moment, she knows there's nothing left to confess. ***** Iida/Yaoyorozu: First (pegging) ***** Momo isn't always the surest, or the most confident, or the most experienced, but Tenya has conviction in spades and it is enough for them both, enough that Momo follows his lead, enough that Momo lets him set the pace, lets him decide when there's enough stretch around his fingers, when they're ready-- and he's right, because when Momo slides her newly made cock in him it feels so easy, so good, Tenya beneath her with hitched breath and parted lips and nothing but adoration-- for her!-- in his gaze. ***** Yaoyorozu/Jirou: Leisure (Cunnilingus) ***** Kyouka takes her time, like she's taking an afternoon beachside stroll, water lapping quietly at her bare feet the way she laps at Momo's folds, tongue teasing gentle waves against her heat, her own cheeks wet and sticky and her nose full of Momo's heady scent-- Momo whines, her thighs tightening around Kyouka's head and her fingers buried in her hair, tugging insistently and desperately and pleading that she can't get enough of Kyouka, and she wants more, and please, Kyo, I'll do anything, and Kyouka... Kyouka takes her time. ***** Eraserhead/Present Mic: Crush (Hurt/Comfort) ***** Hizashi hadn't been there, hadn't seen it happen or he would have tried to stop it or-- or do something-- but now he can't stop thinking about it, even as Shouta is alive and breathing and completely healed, shivering with his touch and arching towards his kisses, Hizashi can't help wondering how hard the Nuomo had to have pushed, to fracture bones that feel too fragile now beneath his fingers, to crush a body that could bend and wilt and break if he-- if they hadn't-- the memory that wasn't his echoes too strongly now, drawing a line Hizashi fears crossing until Shouta yanks him down, letting Hizashi's weight slam fully onto his body as he kisses him with hunger and rage and hisses in his ear: I'm not going to break again, Hizashi. ***** Shinsou/Ojiro: Making Up (Gags) ***** An eye for an eye, Shinsou had offered, and Ojiro didn't quite know to believe him then, but Shinsou had put the gag on himself, so there was no chance he'd ask a question; had discarded his clothes without blinking and let them fall to the floor when Ojiro asked; had taken Ojiro in his hands and stroked him slowly without looking away; and by the time Ojiro tugs the gag off and shoves Shinsou's hot mouth onto his cock, bucking into his tight heat, they've squared things away between them. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! a obeyed, watching wide-eyed as the vibration intensified.   Abbi squealed when it hit the top setting, her hand speeding up along with it. Her heel dug into the mattress as she rode her toy, fucking herself back onto it as she drove it in and in and in. Her blood-red nails dug into the soft skin of her thigh, slipping with the sweat that had gathered under her knee as she adjusted her grip, bending herself in half.   "Anna! Anna-" Abbi gasped, "hold my leg f'me, I need-" She didn't finish her thought, her hand releasing her leg to slam back into the headboard, bracing herself.   Anna quickly grabbed her sister's hot, pale leg, propping it up and spreading it just that little bit wider, Abbi keening when the minute stretch changed the angle, the vibrator hitting her deeper.   "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" the older teen swore desperately, pushing herself back and forth as she fucked herself.   She clenched around the phalluses inside her, back arching completely off the bed, and she screamed.Her face screwed up in agony, pace never slowing down, her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Anna watched as her pussy convulsed around the dildo, come gushing from her slit, down her crack.   Though Anna released her thigh, letting it fall back down to the bed, she didn't stop. Anna didn't know how she could keep going; when Anna came she was too sensitive to even touch herself afterwards, but Abbi didn't seem to notice, pounding herself fast and hard for another half a minute or more before she finally started to slow, and another several seconds still before she came to a stop, body still shuddering in the aftershocks.   Abbi's breathless pants were high and loud, hyperventilating. She whimpered as she tugged the vibrator free. She felt around for the power button for a moment before the noise and motion finally ended, the resulting quiet startling.   Anna let out a quiet whimper when Abbi threw the vibrator to the side, and her sister huffed a laugh.   "Turned you on, dinnit?" Abbi teased weakly, her voice shaky and hoarse.   Anna licked her lips reflexively, squeezing her thighs together and feeling how wet she was between her own legs before nodding.   "Have you ever done anything before?" Abbi asked, before clarifying: "With someone else."   "No," the younger confessed, shaking her head, shyly pushing a lock of auburn hair behind her ear.   Abbi raised an eyebrow, curious. "Not even a kiss?" she pressed, but Anna denied it.   The older teen snorted. "Well that's not right. C´mere, then, I'll show you how."   "Show me how to kiss?" Anna wondered somewhat incredulously.   "Uh huh," Abbi confirmed, pushing herself up so she was sitting instead of lounging.   The eighteen year old leaned forward, gently grasping Anna by the chin, pulling them together. Abbi spoke into the small space between them, her breath puffing against Anna's lips, "Part your lips, just a little; get them wet. Then close your eyes. I'm gonna kiss you, and I want you to just relax. Then I'm gonna kiss you again and you're gonna do just what I showed you, okay?"   "Oh- okay..." Anna agreed timidly.   Her heart was racing, pounding in her ears as she licked her lips and let her eyes drift shut.   She nearly flinched when Abbi wasted no time in bringing their lips together. In spite of what she'd seen so far, what she'd let herself be dragged into, thiswas the scariest thing she'd done.   But Abbi was gentle. There was none of the hard, almost painful-looking animalism that Abbi had treated herself with. Instead, she very softly pressed her full, wet lips to Anna's top, then bottom, then tilted her head to seal them together. Her tongue slipped between them, flicking against her teeth, dragging on her upper lip before disappearing.   Lips and tongue pressed forward then receded, slowly, softly, tongue exploring Anna's mouth until it met with Anna's own, swirling teasingly around the muscle before ebbing away completely.   "Good?" Abbi whispered, and Anna nodded, following mindlessly, eyes still blissfully shut.   "Okay, I'm gonna do it again. I want you to follow me this time. Do just like I do."   Anna couldn't agree fast enough before Abbi's lips were back on hers, and the younger girl moaned, the noise lost in her sister's mouth.   Once again, Abbi started with quick, chaste kisses, just a press of lips against her own, but Anna eagerly surged forward to meet them peck for peck. She followed quickly when Abbi's mouth parted, tongue thrusting forward ardently, massaging Abbi's, who swirled and sucked and chased Anna back into the confines of her own mouth. This kiss was messy and Anna knew she lacked finesse or anything resembling skill, but Abbi didn't seem to mind.   They parted only briefly to gulp a few much-needed breaths of air before coming together again, Abbi fitting her hand to the back of Anna's neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of her hair.   As Abbi pulled them even closer, Anna felt her sister's breasts press into her and she gasped, forcibly reminded of her sister's nakedness. Abbi took advantage of her surprise, dominating her mouth, her kiss turning dirty and consuming, one hand insinuating itself up Anna's shirt to cup her small, perky breast over her bra.   Anna followed her sister's lead, hands raising hesitantly to settle over the ample curves of Abbi's tits. Abbi was a D-cup and they didn't fit in Anna's hands, instead she squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, rubbing her soft palms over Abbi's pert nipples.   Abbi grunted, removing her hand from beneath Anna's shirt to place it over Anna's hand, guiding her fingers and encouraging her to pinch her sister's hard peaks. She lightly pinched and twisted at Abbi's behest, riling her sister up further.   Abbi rucked Anna's shirt up pulling it up over her head when they parted briefly for air before pushing her down onto the bed. Abbi pulled and maneuvered her until she was laying in the middle of the bed, head down by the foot.   Abbi didn't bother to remove Anna's bra, squeezing her breasts through the pink and white floral material. She had lost the softness from before and regained her roughness, and Anna cried out softly when Abbi squeezed too hard.   "Shhh," Abbi hushed, sucking kisses into Anna's chest and stomach, her fingers trailing down to deftly unbutton her skinny jeans.   "Abbi," Anna started, protesting as she was overwhelmed by nerves, but her sister ignored her, viciously tugging the denim down her thin legs and throwing them across the room.   She slid her hands up Anna's soft inner thighs, wrenching them apart when the younger girl tried to hide herself from Abbi's view.   "Abbi, we can't-!", but Abbi ignored her, fingers insinuating themselves beneath the damp pink and white cotton at her groin, pulling it to the side to reveal Anna's sweet cunt. A sparse smattering of soft, ginger curls decorated her outer labia and pubic mound, unlike Abbi's Brazillian strip wax, but Abbi didn't mind her sister's natural hair, rather finding it a little endearing.   It was obvious that Anna had enjoyed the show Abbi had put on for her, because though the soft strands of hair where damp, her inner folds, when Abbi spread her lips to reveal them, were soaking, dripping down her crack. Abbi was almost proud of how wet her sister got, knowing how much her partners would enjoy that when she was older. Abbi couldn't wait to see her come.   Dipping her head, Abbi almost tentatively dragged the tip of her tongue along her sister's pussy, moaning obscenely at the taste as she did it again, laying her tongue flat to lick her pussy from her ass crack to her clit.   Anna had gasped shakily at that first touch, thighs clenching, trying to squeeze shut despite Abbi's grip on them, but she cried out loudly at the extra pressure, back arching up off the bed as her legs kicked impotently in the air, trembling in Abbi's hands as she laved her sister, feeling a bone-deep satisfaction at Anna's agonized sobs of overwhelmed pleasure.   Abbi wanted to make her scream.   Sitting up on her knees, licking her lips of Anna's juices, Abbi wrapped one hand around Anna's ankle like a shackle as she leaned back, and reached over to her table to wrench the drawer open and retrieve a bulbous, purple massage wand.   "What is that?" Anna panted, voice shaking in nervous fear and anticipation as she tugged her ankle vainly, trying to crab-crawl back away from her sister.   "'S another toy. You wanted to know what else I had, didn't you? Well this is one I think you'll like," Abbi explained, grinning, eyebrows raised in eager encouragement as she held the shaft of the wand between her teeth, using her hands to force Anna's panties down her boyish hips, catching her before she could roll away once Abbi's hands were free of her.   "Will you stay still?!" Abbi admonished, dropping the vibrator, voice hard and laced with irritation. "This is for you! It's gonna feel great, I promise, just let me, huh?" Her voice softened beseechingly as she climbed up Anna's body, between her thighs, to hold her wrists down on either side of her head, kissing her cheek before forcing Anna's head to the side so Abbi could take her mouth. It took a few seconds of insistent massaging combined with Abbi's grinding of her hips between Anna's thighs before the younger girl relented, relaxing into Abbi's hold, and began to kiss her back.   "There we go," Abbi praised approvingly. "S'not so bad is it? We already did the kissing thing, and you liked that, didn't you? This is familiar now, huh? So why don't you let me teach you something else? I know you liked it when I licked you down there, and this," she reached down and held the purple vibrator up again, waving it for Anna to see, "is gonna be even better. I promise."   Anna's eyes darted back and forth between Abbi's face and the wand, so different looking than the toy Abbi was playing with before, but no less unfamiliar and intimidating. Eventually, Anna swallowed and gave a small nod, to Abbi's relief.   "Good," the older teen pressed one lass short, hard kiss to Anna's mouth, before slithering back down her body.   Abbi rubbed the bulbous tip between Anna's dripping lips, her juices providing ample lubrication for the toy which she slid up the length of her gash before stopping on her clit, already peaking out from its hood. Anna gasped, twitching at the faint pressure against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Abbi grinned wolfishly.   Abbi spread one leg with her hand, sitting to the side so her body kept the other wide.   "Deep breath," Abbi warned, and Anna inhaled sharply, holding.   And then screamed as Abbi pressed the power.   Anna's body twisted and curled, unable to get away from the sensation and unable to take it, if Abbi didn't know better she'd say it looked almost like the younger girl was having a seizure. Tears quickly began streaming down Anna's red cheeks as she sobbed and moaned, pussy dripping like a goddamn tap, quickly pooling into another damp spot on Abbi's comforter.   It took several seconds for Anna to catch her breath and adjust to the overwhelming vibrations and she soon stopped trying to squirm away, hips undulating helplessly, desperately, as she humped the wand. She gave loud, keening wails, hands scrabbling at the sheets before restlessly tugging at her own hair, not sure what to do with themselves, and Abbi really wished she'd have tied the girl down.   Next time.   It took Anna almost no time to come, defenceless against the powerful vibrations of Abbi's massager. Abbi was almost jealous as Anna seized, eyes and mouth wide open in a high, piercing scream, sounding for all the world like a fucking fire alarm as she drenched her hand in clear splashes of squirting come. The eighteen year old felt a spike of worry that the younger girl might actually pass out.   Abbi wanted to keep it up, but after a few seconds, Anna finally got a breath in and quickly began to hyperventilate.   "Stop, stop, stop, please st- I can't! Abbi I ca-!" Anna sobbed, breath nearly faster than her racing heartbeat, and Abbi took mercy on her, switching the vibrator off and tossing it to the side.   Once Anna was released from the wand and her sister's hold she rolled away, curling into herself as she cried and convulsed through the rest of her ceaseless orgasm, so oversensitive she couldn't bear any more stimulation.   "Shhhh," Abbi calmed the girl, curling up behind her and rubbing her pale flanks, heedless of Anna's flinch at the touch.   "Shh, it's okay, baby, calm down, huh? Deep breaths," Abbi inhaled and exhaled deeply and slowly, encouraging Anna to follow her lead. Anna tried, shaking and panting, and about a minute later she finally seemed to come down, minute tremors under Abbi's hand, but the hyperventilation ceasing.   Sighing now that the ordeal had passed, Abbi pressed her lips to Anna's shoulder, hand rubbing her hip and thighs, steering clear of her sensitive pussy. "God, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I almost wish I'd have caught that shit on tape. I've never seen someone come that hard!"   Anna whimpered non-committally in reply, but Abbi wasn't really expecting a response. "Didn't I tell you you'd like that? It was good, huh?"   "Uh huh," the younger girl panted breathlessly and Abbi mentally crowed in victory.   "Watching you like that? Fuck you've got me all turned on again! Look." Abbi drew her hand away from Anna's sharp hip to reach down between them, sliding two fingers through the wet mess her sister had made of her.   She held her fingers up for her sister to see, scissoring them apart to show the stickywet strands of slick webbing between them. "´M fucking soaked again," she elaborated as her hips bucked into Anna's ass, wishing for a moment that she had a cock she could rut into the soft, slick crack there to ease the building pressure inside her.   Abbi tapped one wet finger against Anna's lip and she didn't even have to ask before Anna caught on and took the digits into her mouth, suckling as she drove her tongue between them to lick out Abbi's juices.   Abbi groaned. "Like that?" she asked. "Tastes good, don't it? I thought you tasted good, too," she whispered into Anna's ear like she was sharing a secret. "You know, you got my whole hand all dirty, why don't you clean it up? You can taste yourself."   Anna mewled and obediently set to kitten-licking Abbi's palm, and knuckles, sticky with Anna's come.   Abbi watched over her shoulder, biting her lip in arousal.   When all traces of come were gone, Abbi tapped her lacquered fingernail against Anna's bruised lip. "Want some more?"   Anna twisted to look at her over her shoulder, gulping at the predacious look look in her eyes. She didn't respond, but she didn't say no, and Abbi took that as consent.   Abbi rolled her sister onto her back and climbed up, swinging one leg over her to kneel above her head, hand reaching down to spread herself open. "'Member how I licked you earlier? I want you to do that for me. Remember how good that felt? That's what I want. Want you to eat my pussy cos you got me so wet for you."   "Ohh," Anna moaned, obviously digging the dirty talk, her previous resistance long gone following that monumental orgasm. Abbi felt her soft hands grip her hips as she leaned up and kissed Abbi's wet lips, frenching her cunt in un bisou d'amoureuxthat had Abbi groaning shakily.   Anna was a natural at this. She lapped up and down Abbi's pussy with sloppy eagerness, not hesitating to force her tongue into Abbi's slit to fuck her with it, licking at Abbi's inner walls while she ate her out.   Abbi ground down onto her sister's face, humping into her waiting mouth as she bent down over her body to place her head between Anna's thighs. Anna gasped as she realised the older teen's intent, and spread for her willingly this time.   Abbi smirked and set to work licking up all traces of her sister's previous orgasm.   Anna keened when Abbi's tongue touched her folds, still so sensitive. In deference, Abbi focused on Anna's small hole, tongue unable to breach her hymen, but eagerly swallowing down her come. Anna canted her hips up so Abbi could better reach her, and the older girl gyrated her hips down onto Anna's tongue.   As with the kissing "practice", Anna copied her sister's actions, taking her as an example. When Abbi wrapped her lips around the whole of Anna's fat little cunt, Anna did the same to her, slurping and sucking as her tongue massaged the length of her vulva.   When Abbi swirled the tip of her tongue against Anna's abused clit, the girl's breath hitched, crying out before enthusiastically copying her. Mimicking when Abbi gave it quick, hard little licks that had Anna pushing up into her mouth with a long, drawn out moan that was muffled by Abbi's own hard nub.   Sensitive as she was, Anna quickly worked herself back up and Abbi could feel the tension rising in her, desperate for another release.   Just that knowledge sent Abbi wild, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching down and roughly massaging her own clit, leaving Anna to lick and suck in and around her leaking hole.   Still she kept her mouth on Anna's clit, sucking hard but knowing that her fingers would be too much for the younger girl to handle. Still, she massaged Anna's entrance with her fingers, barely holding herself back from thrusting them in past the thin barrier.   Abbi broke first, thighs shaking as she came, inner muscles convulsing around Abbi's tongue as she flooded her mouth.   Abbi had none of the virginal sensitivity that her sister had, though, and kept the pressure on her clit, milking herself for every drop of pleasure as she rode Anna's face. Her mouth travelled down the length of Anna's pussy, licking and sucking, trying to draw the girl's orgasm out by force of suction.   Her plan must have worked, or else Anna must really fucking love the taste of come because she followed just as Abbi herself was starting to come down from her high, keening as she arched tensely, squeezing Abbi's head between her legs.   Having learned her lesson the first time, Abbi didn't linger, quickly backing off and wiping her face as Anna's orgasm crested, watching, fascinated, as her pussy twitched and convulsed through her climax.   She waited for the tremors to stop before she climbed off of her sister, laying down beside her again as they basked in the afterglow.   "Oh, my God," Anna said, breaking the silence.   The older girl, kissed Anna's cheek and squeezed her breast through her bra. "So how was your first time?" she asked smugly, and Anna somehow had the modesty to blush.   "Ohmigod," she repeated emphatically and Abbi snorted.   "Hmm, well I thought it was pretty good, if I do say so myself. Kinda wish I'd had a big sister to show me the ropes when I was younger. You're kind of a natural pussy eater, you know that? I think, next time, I'm gonna invite Dean over, have him show you how to suck a cock. See if you're a natural at that, too," Abbi winked as Anna's eyes grew wide and round in incredulous shock.   "Your boyfriend?!" Anna asked, leaning up onto her elbows.   "Mhmmm" Abbi confirmed. "I don't mind sharing. ´N I'm sure he'll think you're just as hot as I do."   Anna didn't know if she was excited or appalled, didn't know whether to look forward to it or try to call it off. Not that anything she said seemed to make a difference to her sister...   She bit her lip nervously, imagining in her head what it would be like with Dean; if he would be harder or gentler than her sister. If he'd try to fuck her for real.   She didn't know if she wanted that. Didn't even know if she had a choice, but... Abbi seemed to enjoy it, when she did it to herself.   Anna'd seen a couple videos online, and when she imagined herself in the same place, she found it kind of hot.   Abbi was right about how much she'd like what they did, today, and she always had kind of a crush on Dean...   Her anxious contemplation was broken when a door slammed downstairs.   "Anna? Abbi? Are you upstairs?" came their father's voice, echoing through the quiet house, and Anna jumped at the sound, sitting up fully and twisting around to stare in horror at Abbi's bedroom door which hung wide open leading out into the hallway.   "Oh, shit!" Anna swore, leaping off the bed and hurriedly throwing her shirt on, desperately trying to straighten it out.   Abbi grinned, making no move to either help or shut the door as she watched Anna frantically try to redress. "Yeah, we're fine!" Abbi yelled in reply, cackling silently when Anna turned glared horrified in response.   Anna tugged her panties on, staring at the door like a deer in the headlights, mind working 100 miles per hour as she tried to work out how long it would take her to squeeze back into her skinny jeans before giving up entirely and sprinting down the hallway to her room in just her shirt and underwear, desperate to be in the safety of her room before their father made his way upstairs.   Abbi rolled her eyes at Anna's histrionics, and calmly got up to shut the door before heading back to collapse on her bed, making no move to cover herself.   The teen turned her phone back on, resuming her music and sending out a text to her boyfriend, letting him know that the plan went perfectly.   They'd wanted to bring Anna in for a while, and Dean would be pleased to know that he would get to have his way with her as well.   Abbi licked her fingers of the residual come there, typing out a message one- handed.       { Skip_school_on_wednesday?   its_a_date }       End Notes Abbi's DP_Vibrator, massage_wand, and her cotton_candy_lube Anna's bra_&_panty_set Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!