Got corsets on my mind 🥰 so
Mads is 🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉@idiot67956785
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Dec 14, 2025
~7 min read
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Got corsets on my mind 🥰 so
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Krbk, bottom Baku, service top Kiri
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(Writing on twt for the first time instead of typing this up first, sorry for any errors)
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Getting the corset on was a /bitch/. But, Katsuki thinks as he takes in his appearance in the mirror, maybe it was worth it. He knows his waist is tiny, that’s why he’s doing this— because his tiny waist is one of Eijirou’s favorite things about him — but with the corset laced up
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this right his body forms an hourglass — the sturdy muscle of his legs tapering upwards to his cinched waist, pecs pushed plump at the top, flushed from the effort of wrestling the corset on. He couldn’t help but stare at the way they moved as he breathed.
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He wonders if Ei will fuck him in the corset. It’s a bit hard to breathe in it but for some reason the idea of looking pretty and feeling restrained as Eijirou fucks into him has him feeling…. excited. Shy, too. Almost virginal.
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And that’s how Eijirou finds him — staring at his own reflection, eyes glazed over as he gets lost in his fantasy, cheeks rosy.
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His normal voice, the loud bark of it, fades to a whimper in the face of Eijirou’s hungry gaze. He watched through the mirror as Eijirou walks behind him. By the time Eiji’s hand is grazing the lace of the corset, Katsuki manages to squeak out a breathy “surprise.”
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“So pretty,” Eijirou murmurs into his neck, getting bolder with the way his hands roam the corset, “is all this for me?” His large palms cup Katsuki’s chest over the fabric, pushing up until his tits look obscene spilling over the sweetheart neckline.
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Katsuki manages to nod. He can feel Eijirou’s lips grazing his neck, the only barrier between his vulnerable flesh and those sharp teeth. He swallows, “wanted to do something special for you” his words end in a moan as Eijirou bites the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder
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Eijirou keeps one strong hand on Katsuki’s waist, the other slides between Katsuki’s legs.
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Katsuki’s embarrassed by the way his knees buckle. He fights back a whimper as the hand that was circling his waist slides up to his throat.
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As the big hand around his neck squeezes, Katsuki’s legs give out entirely. He lets out a surprised (and embarrassingly loud) moan — the only thing keeping him upright are the hand around his throat and the one between his legs.
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With his knees acting like jelly his crotch is resting heavily in Eijirou’s hand. He barely has the presence of mind to keep himself from rutting against it.
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He doesn’t realize his eyes have strayed from the mirror until Eijirou is telling him to look at his own reflection.
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“Look at how pretty you are for me, doll,” he says, nipping at Katsuki’s earlobe. “Pink from your cheeks all the way down to your tits, yeah?” He removes his hand from Katsuki’s crotch to stroke a finger across the top of his chest, where the lace of the corset meets his skin
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TBC // I promised this isn’t abandoned! But there are other threads I plan on updating first
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Cws: feminization, mirror sex
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Eijirou’s hand reaches lower, barely skimming his entrance over the thin lace of his panties. Katsuki /aches/
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His body arches back against Eijirou, as much as it can with the corset binding him tight. The sight of himself in the mirror, looking so wanton for Eijirou, makes him all the more needy.
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He can barely breathe, and his mouth released breathy little ah-ah-ahs as Eijirou rubs him in fast, rhythmic circles.
“Do you wanna see how pretty you look when you cum, baby?”
“Do you wanna see how pretty you look when you cum, baby?”
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(((Oh also cw for breathplay I guess)))
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Despite the way he’s practically throbbing at this point, Katsuki shakes his head before throwing it back against Eijirou’s shoulder with a groan.
“No? Use your words baby.” The fingers on Katsuki’s throat tap in a light rhythm,+
“No? Use your words baby.” The fingers on Katsuki’s throat tap in a light rhythm,+
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+reminding him that he has permission to speak.
“You,” Katsuki gasps, “For you, Eiji, inside—“
Eijirou groans, the sound reverberating Katsuki to his core.
“You want me to cum inside you, Kitten?”
“/please/ Eiji”
“You,” Katsuki gasps, “For you, Eiji, inside—“
Eijirou groans, the sound reverberating Katsuki to his core.
“You want me to cum inside you, Kitten?”
“/please/ Eiji”
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//TBC
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Eijirou grinds his hips against him once before rumbling, “hands on the mirror.”
Katsuki obeys, keeping his ass pressed to Eijirou’s pelvis as he leans forward and extends his arms.
Katsuki obeys, keeping his ass pressed to Eijirou’s pelvis as he leans forward and extends his arms.
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Looking into the mirror, he takes in how Eijirou’s body looms over his, dwarfing his cinched figure. Eijirou’s gaze is hungry, staring down at where his hands meet on Katsuki’s waist. He watches the muscles in Eijirou’s arms move as he pulls Katsuki towards him by the waist,+
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grinding against him.
Katsuki’s eyes roam back to his own face as he moans. He can feel Eijirou’s cock pressing against him through layers of fabric. He needs—
Katsuki’s eyes roam back to his own face as he moans. He can feel Eijirou’s cock pressing against him through layers of fabric. He needs—
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“I know, doll,” Eijirou coos. He runs a soothing hand up Katsuki’s back and continues rutting against Katsuki’s ass. “I’ll fill you soon. Just let me play with you a little bit longer.”
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He’s already so wet. He’s leaking into his panties. He watches the light catch on Eijirou’s throat when he throws his head back, lusts after the angle of his jaw. He whines, needy and involuntary.
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Eijirou tsks, “oh baby, look at you.” Katsuki does. He looks at his blown pupils, his flushed face. His mouth, hanging open. How long has it been like that? Long enough for drool to pool against his plump lower lip and spill over, tracing a trail down his chin.
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Eijirou shoves two fingers into his mouth and Katsuki gives up on looking at anything.
“Are you this wet for me down there, too?” Eijirou punctuates the question with a thrust of his hips.
“Are you this wet for me down there, too?” Eijirou punctuates the question with a thrust of his hips.
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Katsuki wants to tell Eijirou that he could touch any part of his body and find evidence of the pulsing need he has for him. All that comes out is another moan. He nods his head.
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TBC when twt stops glitching out
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Eijirou lets out a rough groan. A hand grabs the lace of his panties at the base of his spine and yanks, pulling the fabric tight across his crotch and exposing his hole.
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“Eiji, /Eiji/—“ Katsuki’s panting so hard he’s fogging up the glass. His forearms are pressed against the mirror’s cool surface and his eyes roam from his open mouth up to Eijirou above him. He’s got a hand wrapped around his cock —
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the same hand Katsuki was literally drooling over moments before— lining himself up with Katsuki’s hole. He feels the wet head of Eijirou’s cock against him and keens as it presses in. The hand fisting his panties slides up his back before grabbing his hair and pulling.
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“Look at you, kitten. Such a pretty picture.” Eijirou nips gently at Katsuki’s ear. He’s right, Katsuki thinks, distantly. He’s so pretty. They’re so pretty, together. Eiji and his little doll. Eijirou’s body looms over him as his other hand pulls Katsuki onto his cock by the hip
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Katsuki locks eyes with Eijirou through the mirror as the redhead slides into him.
“So good, baby,” Eijirou murmurs. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles at Katsuki, “keep your eyes on us.”
“So good, baby,” Eijirou murmurs. His eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles at Katsuki, “keep your eyes on us.”
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Katsuki would be ashamed to admit that he didn’t obey Eijirou’s command. As soon as Eijirou picked up the speed of his thrusts, Katsuki’s eyes roll to the back of his head. It takes all of his concentration to keep himself from falling face-first into the mirror.
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“Jesus,” Eijirou pants above him, “your tits—they’re /bouncing/ Katsuki, fuck.”
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Katsuki can feel it. The way his flesh jiggles, helpless to Eijirou’s thrusts. His nipples rub against the inside of the corset, just enough friction to tease, to make him arch his back. The action strains the boning of the corset, pressing hard lines into his skin and it’s bliss
