#hyohomu

[pr0cyon-lotor]

Lowkey need to read about Hyoga getting pegged down by Homura. It's not a want it's a need.

I should write about it

[darlingpie]

I need to post more hyohomu so here is the bad sex meme

She's very sexually aggressive with him trust 🫶

[icedmo]

hyohomu au where....

[icedmo]

Out n about

[darlingpie]

Honestly Homura doesn't wear underwear at all. She's constantly a free use pussy for Hyoga

[darlingpie]

My Only Friend

Homura x Hyoga TW- noncon, intoxication, fem dom, obsessive behavior, some type of body dysphoria, some slashing/cutting prose (none in the actual story), Smut (MDNI), oral and penetrative smut WC: 1.3k A/N: I'm on this Homura kick so here I am posting about her ❤️ I am also posting this on ao3 so here is the link

“You had that meet today right?” Hyoga dared to ask her in the midst of their time together. 

“Competition, and I won.” Homura corrected him with a sliver of a glare. Which dissipated when Hyoga did turn to his side to look at her. 

“You did an excellent job,” He muttered, though Homura gleefully lapped it up like it was the best thing she had ever heard. 

The praise got her to get off her sorry butt and maneuver herself over to Hyoga. His face beneath the mask was as beautiful as the day she met him. So stupidly plastered that his saliva and sweat mixed together. With one hand Homura took off his mask which did nothing more than cover his chin after a night of drinking.

“Don’t do that, Homura,” Hyoga muttered, though he did nothing else to stop her. 

Homura took it as a whatever as she moved him around. Moving him onto his back on the sofa, she felt her foot accidentally kick over a half empty cup of booze. They’ve been drinking the night away, it was Homura’s victory treat. She deserved everything and Hyoga was finally going to give it to her. Drinking him under the table was fun while it lasted. At least she knew of his true feelings for her. 

“You’re…you’re my only friend,” 

Hyoga was so sad, since they had been more than friends for over three years now. Homura hummed to herself, as she slowly unbuckled his belt. Her hands were being warmed by his burning body. Sure it was an extra treat to herself that Hyoga was hot as hell with a body that just won’t quit. Though what she wanted was his words, just some love from her would even do her over before she could even mount him. 

“Homura-” Hyoga moaned, though his face was buried in their couch pillows, trying not to make so much noise. It was like he was a deer in headlights, like seeing his own genitals was a truck going to ram into him. Well Homura wanted that but Hyoga was too much of a coward, he hasn’t even said ‘I love you’ yet. 

She was gentle with him, since he was drunk out of his mind. Slowly caressing him, trying to get him prepared for what she wanted to do. Homura was so embarrassed, being so needy. Winning this time didn’t help her want, it only made her crave him more. Wrecking others at gymnastics wasn’t enough, she wanted Hyoga for their second time ever. Being proper had nothing to do with this now, all she wanted was him. 

“Don’t do that,” Hyoga said in a low tone, though Homura didn’t listen as her mouth was already around him. 

Homura kept her eyes on him, trying to get him to turn on properly. Though he was making it difficult, with all of his squirming and huffing. It wasn’t like she was all that big. Hyoga towered over her, even now on the couch he could barely fit. Homura was all lean and perfect just like a proper athlete should be. Oh how she longed for Hyoga to put her hands around her. Thinking about his hands around her waist made her shiver in delight, his fingers pressing against her thighs, and the thought of him pressing against her windpipe made her work on him even more. 

Though she didn’t want him to pop so early. At the very least he had the privilege to do it inside a champion. 

She let him sit there, still wallowing in the pleasure of it all as she moved to the side and stripped down. Even in her own apartment, it was strange to be naked where she wasn’t meant to be. In a locker room it felt like second nature, but her own living room where she had never even been in just her underwear. It wasn’t the way to live. 

Homura slowly but surely moved onto Hyoga again. For a second wishing she had a different body, something that could make a man happy even though large breasts weren’t proper for any lady to have. To hell with properly if it meant Hyoga woul d touch her. 

She hovered over him, lining up against him. Homura felt so desperate to go down, though she didn’t realize that she would compare their bodies. She felt like she was going to hurt herself doing this, so she looked towards Hyoga. It was as if he also looked like he would drown in this as well. His hands on her waist, barely hoping on. Even without the effort, Homura’s skin was on fire and it burned her on the inside.

His eyes were half lidded, his lips parted and trying to gulp down air by the lungful. Homura wanted to kiss him, to make it worse. 

So slowly it was almost painful to not partake in something so delicious. Homura was at his hilt, feeling him and trembling at the pleasure. He leaned towards the right. To Homura it was like they were made for each other and she loved being a sleeve for his pleasure. She only wished that he also played the game she was interested in, but he barely kissed back when her lips met his. 

Hyoga’s lips were chapped and so desperate to say no, but Homura kept kissing so he never had the chance. She could see it in his eyes, he was immensely pleasured. Homura’s body was of use to him, which made it all the better. 

She was proper, and with some finessing perhaps they could be a proper set of lovers. 

Homura took her own time when it came to the act itself, it was her second time. Hyoga took her first so he should understand how she liked it. A pure-hearted girl such as herself needed tender love and care. She also demanded to be in control or suffer through it with her. 

This was the first time Homura ever thanked her training and her body for something. Homura hated her body for never doing what she needed it to do, for always lacking something. Her stamina however was so abundant that it was like she could be at this all night without so much as gross sweat dripping off her face onto Hyoga. Though she was so desperate for him to lick and taste any part of her, she was almost willing.

Her little voice kept saying his name, wondering if he made him get a little closer. Like it was doing for her. If that animalistic urge was in him like it was with her. She so desperately wanted to know if they were of the same cut and wound. Even if it meant cutting him a little just to see. 

“Hyoga~” Homura breathed out, her legs were starting to feel tired. Like she had just finished an intense work out. Her body trembling at the feelings pooling downwards. 

Homura quickened her pace, trying to get there. The burning feeling of Hyoga’s hands shifted, with his heavy hands that did nothing moving slightly. Helping her to reach it, though it seemed like it was never enough for Hyoga. During this entire time sitting there, half crying from pleasure and disdain, he finally moved. Lifting Homura, never enough to fully get her off of him. He laid her down, forcefully and began at his own pace. Being tiny to carry had its perks and its downfalls, she could be coddled by Hoyga if he really wanted it to happen and other times she would never be able to take that abuse. Though she loved it. 

Her legs couldn't wrap her legs around him the entire way, but she heavily wanted it all as he finished inside. 

Worth it. 

[darlingpie]

Homura would love to tease Hyoga but get nothing in return but a raging libido

[darlingpie]

Hyohomu