#miodio is so done

[kingdaddydaichi]

Sake and Snow (pt. 2) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

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Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

“Oh, but I don’t have anything to sleep in and-“

You don’t have to sleep in anything, Katsuki thought. “You know I have a t-shirt you can wear. I even have a new toothbrush that maybe I’ll let you use”.

You grinned at his smug face. How could you resist? “Can I wear that same shirt you let me wear after we had that water gun fight? Y'know, the black one with the skull on it?”

“I don’t know", he hesitated. "That’s my favorite shirt and it took you a week and a half to give the damn thing back to me last time”.

To be fair, you had kept 'forgetting' to give it back to him. You'd slept in it every night, breathing in his delicious musk as you slipped into slumber, or between your legs, only parting with it when his scent had worn off. Little did you know, he didn't wash it for a few more days after he got it back, inhaling your scent until his had set in again.

“Pleeeease, Katsuki?”, you pleaded while batting your eyelashes at him. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

He returned moments later with said shirt, holding it out to you. “You can use the bathroom in my room. I left out a pair of the smallest sweatpants I have. Yours is the blue toothbrush, the black one’s mine. Don’t touch it”.

“Yes sir”, you teased.

He watched you from behind as you walked towards the hallway, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, “That’s more like it”, he mumbled under his breath before busying himself with the kitchen cleanup.

You held in your schoolgirl giggle until you'd closed the bathroom door behind you. God, he was so fucking adorable when he tried to hide his smiles.

You opened the text from Momo.

Momo: “Soooooooooo…have you touched his penis yet? Lol jk. Everything good? It’s been snowing, you know”.

You: “Yeah, I’m sleeping on his couch tonight. SHUT UP in advance, it’s not like that, you pervert! I haven't had any contact with his penis, and I won't!”

Momo: “😂 I’m glad you’re staying there, I know you’re safe with him”.

You: “Yeah, me too. 💓 Night-night, Momo. Love you!”

Momo: “Love you too, babe. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m at Shouto’s and I for one would like to touch a dick tonight, 😈”. You rolled your eyes and snickered.

Momo was lucky. Shouto was hot, and a sweet guy in his own way. He seemed a bit emotionally clueless at times, but it was endearing and you completely trusted him with your best friend. You developed a small crush on Shouto when you first met him. When Momo started dating him, though, you were happy for both of them. You had your brief phase of liking Shouto, but deep down only one guy stirred your heart. Even if you'd dated Shouto, you still would’ve thought about a certain someone else sometimes and wondered…

“Oi! You better not be going through my shit in there!” There he was – the guy that made your heart swoon.

“Almost done! Just looking for your porn stash”.

"I can promise you it's not in there!"

"Aw man!", you said, feigning disappointment.

"Just hurry the hell up!" He shook his head, laughing as he walked away from the closed door.

Katsuki was sitting forward on his couch, pouring more leftover sake when you came out of the hallway. Although he couldn’t discern a single curve on your body, you looked sexier than ever. Seeing you in his clothes, he decided, was his new favorite indulgence. He stood up and motioned to the spot next to him. “Make yourself comfortable". He turned and headed in the direction of his bedroom. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna change too”.

When Katsuki re-emerged a few minutes later wearing a t-shirt and loose-fitting pair of basketball shorts. More importantly, you noted his quite visible dick print. Jesus Christ, he's packing.

“Move over, that’s my spot”.

“Territorial, are we?”

“Damn right”.

The two of you fell into conversation, picking up where you'd left off earlier. A while later, you each took bathroom breaks and when Katsuki made his way back to the couch, he found you lying down in his spot. He walked towards you, his soft dick slightly bouncing under the fabric of his shorts with each step, you started to sit up when he said, “You don't have to move. Stay where you are”.

As he crawled in behind you to assume the big spoon position, you white-knuckled the blanket, grateful that he couldn’t see your face turning 10 new shades of red. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and took one of your hands in his as he breathed in that clean, ocean scent that he'd come to crave. You shivered and he may or may not have been using the circumstances to his advantage when he pulled you in closer, his lap brushing against your butt.

Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it. Goddamnit, you told yourself, but there was no fighting the urge to move against him just so.

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