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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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CHAPTER SIX:

Kento’s bathroom was nice, and it was also nice the last time you sat on the edge of his bathtub, hungover.

You stared at the drying white patch on the bottom of your dress and fought the urge to break out into uncontrollable laughter.

It was hilarious, it shouldn’t have been, but it was. This whole situation was starting to dawn on you; Kento Nanami, no matter how tall and how stoic and sneakily flirty he was, was a virgin—a virgin who was trusting you to be the calm and collected one. Running to the bathroom after having him release on you isn’t painting the image of a calm and collected person.

Opting for a calmer approach, you changed out of your dress first and threw on his shirt. It was black and oversized, with the words “Metallica” written in big white letters.

Metallica? He didn’t seem like the type.

When you opened your door, you were half surprised not to see Kento standing at your door waiting to usher you back into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking down the dimly lit hallway and back into the living room, it was empty, with no sign of the blonde anywhere. You made sure to step over the rug and look over the couch to see Kento setting up the dinner table.

Candles lit and food already set down, Kento walked around the table, fussing over every last detail. It was cute to watch from a distance. You approached slowly and quietly, stopping once you were close enough to watch but far enough not to be detected. He hummed along to some jazz song that played in the background.

“Can I sit down, or should I keep watching you shift the cutlery to the right and then the left again?” You smiled at him, stepping into the warm yellowish candlelight. Its soft scent hugged your body and filled your nose.

“I don’t know…” Kento looked up at you, “I quite like my view right now. Maybe I’ll make you stand here for the rest of the night as I eat.”

“You wouldn’t be so cruel, Mr. Nanami.”

“I just might.”

Kento took your hand and led you to your spot. You were across from each other at the ends of the table.

“So Metallica?”

“Don’t seem like the type, do I?”

“Not in the slightest.” You laughed.

“Was very antisocial in high school.”

“More so than now?” Kento nodded before continuing,

“It was comical how bad it was. Anyways, my lack of want to socialize, along with wired earphones and a lock on my door, I found solace in music, loud, loud music.

Long story short, he was a big emo kid who swore that his life was not just a phase.”

“Awe. I was a big Orchestra nerd, Cello first chair, Always.”

“Of course you were.”

“I look like an Orchestra kid?”

“No, you look like the type to be perfect at everything.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Nanami.”

“Don’t let it go to your pretty head.”

“You think I am pretty?” you asked, taking another bite of the food, holding back the urge to moan at the taste.

Nanami didn’t answer immediately, taking a slow sip at his wine as he held your stare.

“You have no idea what I think about you.” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to; it was like he dared you to break it first to give in. Kento was pulling you in each direction. Did he want you to take the lead, or did he want you to give in? Something in his eyes, a glimmer of defiance.

Take the lead, it is.

“Eat your food, Kento.” You said, a small smile painted on your face as it was your turn to take a long swig at your drink. The red wine slipped down your throat and warmed your stomach.

“I think you should do the same, Y/N. I can’t have you drinking on an empty stomach.” You laughed under your breath, taking a bite out of your food, watching as he followed along, only eating when you did.

Soon, nothing was on your plate and an almost empty wine cup.

“Come to the couch and bring the bottle with you, Kento.” Standing up, you didn’t wait to see if he had followed your order; you heard the quiet sound of his steps tracking behind you.

Sitting across from you, Nanami Kento looked on, a proud man.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Nanami?” Fear tightened its grip on your heart, uncertainty casting a shadow over your thoughts. You were both grown adults; there was no need to beat around the bush. Casual relationships were a familiar territory for you, but they always left someone hurt. Was Kento looking to be serious, or were you just a pawn in his game of manhood? A person must satisfy his desires and boast about them to Satoru. No matter how much you wanted to belive he wasn’t like that, he could be that type.

“I am a virgin.”

“As we have previously established.”

“I like you, but I am a virgin.” He took a deep breath before continuing. His eyes not on you fully. “I want to please you. I want to give you what others also could. But I— I don’t know how.”

“Kento… We don’t have to jump straight into the sex. It can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I want you to teach me.”

“Teach you?”

“Yes. So tell me what you want, and teach me how to do it. I’ll be good for you; I’ll be so so good if you give me time to learn.”

“You want me to teach you?”

His head nodded rapidly as he inched closer to you, and now on your thigh, ghosting over your damp-clothed cunt.

“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath.

“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” His head fell into your neck, panting as his hand pressed against your pussy.

You shook your heads at his words. You did want him to fuck you, but your head became less and less there as his fingers rubbed you over your panties.

“No? you don’t want me to fuck you?” He was teasing you. Mocking you.

“Kento.” You warned him as you pressed yourself into his hand more.

“Y/N.” He mirrored.

“I want you to make me cum.”

“Teach me.” He whispered against your skin. Hands tugging at your panties until they ripped. He discarded the wet fabric on his rug and kept his attention on you. More so, your aching cunt. With one thick finger now inside you, you writhed against him.

“Tell me what to do, Y/N.” He demanded.

“Pump in and out.” He nodded, watching your face as you let yourself be taken by the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Kento. More. More Please More now.” You grasped his hair, tugging it back slightly as you moved your hips in time with his digit.

“Another one?”

“Yes, God Y-Yes.”

With another finger in you now, your whines and moans became more consistent as he forced them out of you.

“Curl your fingers up. Kento.”

He didn’t even verbally respond. He was too busy moaning at you, moaning as if your pleasure was just as much his as it was yours.

His head was already nuzzled in your neck. He took a long stripe at your jugular as his fingers made a come here motion inside you.

You were a mess, moaning and panting. It was like he was pulling pleasure from you on a string. His breath felt hot against you, and in between the groans of pleasure he received, grinding into your words so high pitched, so whiney they couldn’t have possibly been from him. But they were.

“Teach me.” A bite to your neck and a groan followed. You could barely breathe, let alone process his words to you.

“I am teaching you.” You slurred through a honeyed tongue.

“Teach me”, He repeated, licking over his previous bite. “Please, Y/N. Show me how to make you cum,”

“Y-You, are already doing– Fuck!” It was too much; you tried, but the words failed you. Your sentences became nothing but incoherent babbles,

“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum,” Kento removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth, “So Teach me, Y/N.”

He raised your hips until your legs sat over his shoulders and mouth hovering outside of your wet entrance. He took a greedy stripe at your cunt; slowly, with so much pressure, a broken sob escaped you. It was a single lick, and he pulled away immediately, not before moaning at your taste.

“Please,” he begged over and over as he continued to force your hips against him.

“Teach me.” He licked again. This time, no moan left you. Despite your mouth being wide open in the shape of an “O”, You didn’t make a single sound. Your body convulsed, and you came all over his chin.

“Teach me,” Kento demanded one last time. And you nodded mindlessly along to his words, and Kento had cum again, just from the sight of you.

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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Bakugou feeling guilt for being perverted to you:

Bakugou starts to ignore you out of pure guilt and disgust in himself for his perverted thoughts about you. But you will not take anything less of a permanent friendship with Katsuki as an answer.

When he first met you, he’d had barely ever masturbated. He never really felt that urge unless to blow off some steam so he never found himself indulging in it.

Of course, that was all ruined when he started liking you. Its like he was a switch that you only had the remore to.

He hated it so much. He hated how easily he would get hard. He hated how perverted he had become. He hated how he started to notice the slight lift of your shirt or how he hyper focused on the simple touches you provided him.

He had tried to avoid you at first, cause he felt so bad about how nearly everyday he was fisting himself raw to the thought of you. You broke him though with your continuous nagging for the loss attention:

“Bakugou,” you repeated after the 20th time. He clicked his tongue, “Don’t you ever fuck off? You’re a damn nusence.” You put your hands on your hips, “Alright, tell me whats up. Your acting like a bitch.”

He scoffs, attempting to walk away but being stopped once you got in front of him. “Yeah, I am a bitch, you’ve told me many damn times. Fuck off since you can’t deal with it anymore.”

A momentary silence is caught between yall as he glares at you. Then it seems something clicks in your head. “Is this because I call you colorful names? Ifit bothers you that much I can try to stop. I mean, I can always stick to my good ole people skills-“ He slaps a hand over your mouth, “Shut up! Its not cause of that.” You tear his hand off, “Than why?”

He looks around, no one but you occupy the room you’re in. Your close proximity and gentle touch of his hands is making his face turn pink. He starts to loose his patience, looking for a way out when you start to repeatedly ask “Why? Why? Why?” over and over again to piss him off.

He finally looses his chill after you yell “WHY” right in his face. “BECAUSE IM A FUCKING CREEP WHEN IM AROUND YOU!” You stared with a blank face as he started to ramble. “You just make me into a fucking pervert! And I hate it! I’m just taking advantage of our friendship at this point! I’m doing a good thing by leaving you alone so let me! If you knew how many times I’ve jerked off to you, you would be disgusted too!”

There were a few couple a seconds of just painful silence between the two of you. Bakugou’s eyes trailed to his feet, tense as he waited for you to call him disgusting or a creep or tell him to never talk to you again. But it never came, and somehow the silence was worse than outright insults.

“Are you serious?” He clenched his fists at the comment. But a snort out of your mouth had him snapping his head back up to look at you. You looked at him in a dismissive, normal way. Not as a disgusting dirtbag. It confused him.

“You’re ignoring me cause of that? I literally couldnt careless, just keep being my friend for real.”

He just stared at you as you stared back. “Did you not just hear what I said? I’m a pervert you idiot! I fucking masturbate to you!” You roll your eyes, “Okay? And I masturbate to you.” His whole body freezes and goes blank. He never thought about that.

“I do the same thing to you as you do to me. It’s no biggy to me. Don’t get me wrong, if you were anyone else I’d be a bit more creeped out but Bakugou I do not care. Beat your shit to me all you want, just dont publish fanfiction about me or something.”

You turned around the leave and he couldnt even stop you because he was just to stunned to speak. “Oh and also,” you yelled just as you were almost out of the door. “I’m guessing this means you’re madly in love with me. But I want an actual confession so I’m gonna forget this until I get one. I wanted it to be more romantic.”

He could only utter “what the fuck” as he watched you walk away.

#mecore

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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🤭🤭🤭

last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

note ; thank you for reading <3 might very well be ooc i dunno it’s my first time writing him officially >: rbs are appreciated !!

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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thinking about bakugo katsuki, who just wants to prove to you more than anything that he'd be an amazing boyfriend.

it begins with little things.

he tells you if there's something on your face, if there's something in between your teeth that hinders your beautiful smile. he tells you if your tie or uniform is out of place but can never hold back a 'be more careful, idiot' as he helps you fix the stray mistake. he looks away when you laugh at his preciseness. he stops your cup of water from falling over, puts his hands over any hazards that will hurt if you bump into them, all those kinds of small things.

he gives you all of his attention when you directly address him. whether it be a comment, a compliment, or a question, bakugo always gives you 100% of himself as long as you're direct with him.

even if you don't specifically speak to him, he always listens too.

you could be talking to mina about a movie you watched and bakugo will be listening, leaning back in his seat, not even looking in your direction yet his ears are ENGAGED, he's taking in every word you say. he even searches the movie up later.

not that he wants to watch it- bakugo has no time to waste on these things. he's saving it for when he can watch it with you.

he always watches your reactions first whenever in a group. whether it be in class and being told about some exciting projects - internships, camps, whatever, bakugo always keens to gauge how you respond. alternatively, it could be bakugo and kirishima's turn to make dinner (bakugo carries), and the second it is served bakugo's watching intently for your reaction.

(he only agreed to making dinner because kirishima bribed him. how? well, he mentioned your name and bakugo got straight to washing the vegetables.)

his little acts then evolve. he saves seats for you at lunch when you can't make it to the cafeteria in time or when he knows you're too busy that you won't make it in time to get a portion of your favourite lunch, so he buys it for you.

you always thank him for his kindness and begin to repay him but bakugo always rejects it, waving you off. 'don't do it again because i'm not doing this for you again', he mutters and you simply smile because you both know there is a next time.

he grabs your hero suitcase for you, going out of his way to do this for no one else but you. he accepts your pleads for help whenever there's something from the classwork you can't understand, smirking triumphantly at deku and momo - the top students of the class, who are confused at bakugo's sudden smugness.

eventually you get comfortable with him, to the point that physical touch is not a big deal anymore. the first time you take the risk was laying your forehead on his shoulder from fatigue and almost everyone around you gawks at the collected expression bakugo wears.

you had muttered a quick 'sorry' as you lifted your head up but the blond grunts in response, not sure how else to say that it's okay and you can lean on him any time.

denki then tries to do so and almost gets half his hair charred off.

it then evolves to the point that bakugo's known you long enough to have memorised your orders at fast food chains, cafes, boba shops, etc. and he often buys your favourite snacks whenever he visits the local 7/11, and when he delivers them, you give him the brightest smile he's ever seen and the explosive blond knows that the slow decrease in funds of his bank account is totally worth it if it means he gets to make you happy. he often masks his feelings with a 'tch' before storming off.

90% of bakugo's language is insults, but he is mindful to never throw them at you. he doesn't want you to doubt yourself for one second, whether it be your strength, smarts, beauty, etc, he's mindful to exempt you from his 'extras' phrase, because you're probably the only special one to him from everyone in the class.

and he knows you're special because one night, you take him outside the dorms and onto the balcony, asking him out on a date and he almost explodes himself into the air with joy. his cheeks fluster up- so uncharacteristic of him, and he tries to keep up a 'cool guy facade' whilst accepting your offer.

"get ready, cause i'm about to take you out on the date of your fuckin' life."

"wh- bakugo, i was the one who asked!"

"and i'm gonna be the best boyfriend ever, so leave this shit to me!"

thinking about bakugo, who is known to be hard-to-date, unapproachable, unlikeable unless he kept his mouth shut.

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who is absolutely 'the best' boyfriend ever because you have never doubted his love for you for a single second, and he makes sure you never will.

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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being dekus bully n convincing him to do your homework for u :/ if he does you'll let him jack off using your pussy://///

Doves in the Wind

“N*ggas’ll lose they mind for it, whine for it, dine for it—pussy!”

im dragging you to hell, poppy. to hell.

—pussyjob. college au. degradation (reader giving), bullying (obvi), fem reader is an absolute bitch and izuku loves every second of it. clothed sex. this is a mess, bye. kinda been on an unofficial hiatus and this is what i bring you upon returning? yeah. so eat up.

“You’ll do it, right?”

Glossed lips scowl directly into Izuku’s face, sending his startled gaze back towards the laptop in front of him. It’s bad enough that he’s—green eyes bounce around the walls. Pink.—in your dorm room, trapped from the outside world and completely at your whim. But now you’re yelling commands, flicking his forehead when he doesn’t answer in time, and laughing at the face he makes when you do.

“Uhhh,” he starts, scared of denying and accepting you. He knows it’s a bad thing—doing someone else’s homework is cheating. And really, he doesn’t want to cooperate because it’s your homework. “I—I don’t really know if—,”

Slam!

Izuku nearly jumps out of his skin when you drop a stack of textbooks onto your desk, next to your laptop. Your shadow looms over him, beckoning his eyes to gaze up at you wearily. Only to find you looking down on him in a way that makes his legs squirm, makes his spine shiver.

“Great!” You confirm in that sickly sweet voice, not hearing a word of anything he says. Not caring to. Then you turn around and dip toe off your shoes, tossing them to lay out of the walkway. Izuku doesn’t mean to look—he swears he doesn’t. But your skirt isn’t all that long. And when you bend over, there’s nowhere else to look. There’s no time for his gaze to switch direction before Izuku is graced with the bright glow of panties. Red panties, to be exact—that curve over a plump ass and are nearly sucked into the private areas they’re supposed to cover. A strike of warmth bleeds across his abdomen, twitches something to life beneath his cargo shorts.

It’s teasing, Izuku supposes. Exactly in the way you torment him, everyday.

“Get it all done by tonight n’ then m’through with you for the week, ‘kay? You can crawl back in your nerd hole, and go back to looking at your mommy kink porn—or whatever it is that you like.” You bounce back around to look at him—for confirmation, maybe. Not that you need it; when you tell Izuku to do something, he doesn’t have much of a choice.—and his head whips back to the computer screen so fast, his neck cracks.

“Y-Yeah! Oh-kay!”

His voice is too high. It cracks between syllables.

He can tell right away that you’re looking at him, and strangely at that. But Izuku is frozen in his seat. He barely breathes as the weight of your stare crashes into the side of his skull. You’re standing only a few feet away, hip jutted out and head tilted in confusion. He prays that maybe—maybe you didn’t notice the strange, suspicious pitch in his voice.

You take a step forward, toward him, and Izuku promises to never so much as look at another girl’s legs again if he can get away unscathed this one time. He couldn’t even help it! But he swears he’ll throw away all the porn magazines under his pillows, even all of the ones with girls who look a suspicious amount like you. Who sneer at men in an eerily similar way to how you sneer at him. And narrow their eyes the same way you’re glaring daggers into that vein in his neck.

“What...,” you start, taking another step towards him. He can feel your shirt brush his shoulder. Izuku prays that you’re as dumb as you look. “What were you looking at?” You’re not.

His head snaps from the computer—a bunch of letters and numbers he hadn’t even begun to read yet—to you, your face—intruding quite carelessly into his personal space.

“Little Izuku,” your voice makes his breath catch. His spine straightens. Wide, green eyes mechanically lift to where your glazed ones are, a mere few inches from his face with how far you’ve bent over. He watches your lips move in slow motion, like the last preludes of peace to an inevitable slaughter. “Staring at women’s panties when they bend over?”

Oh God.

“N-n-no!” He jerks away from you, desperate for space, for air, just as you lean backwards to tower over him at full height. He has to clear his name! It was an accident, he swears, an accident!

“That’s so disgusting.” You deadpan, again not even inclined to hear him out. “You’re a real pervert, you know that? How embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry!” Izuku sobs, sounding every bit pathetic as he knows he looks. He buries his face into his palms, hot pink searing the tips of his ears and down his neck.

“I didn’t mean to look at your—your—” Izuku hates the tremors in his voice, how his lips wobble in search of forgiveness when both of you know it wasn’t on purpose. When both of you know it’s your fault for wearing those obscene—obscene—

You jut your face forward, getting further into his face and pushing Izuku further back. “Can’t even say the word panties, but you can eyeball mine?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Freak. You probably think about my panties all the time, don’t you?”

“I don’t—I didn’t—please. Just—fuck.” Izuku sighs, running a frustrated hand over the lower half of his face, eyes clenching. Hiding from you, as always.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you cut dramatically, no longer laughing at him like the clown he knows he is. But when he pokes an eye open, your smile is twisted.

“Finish all my assignments—like you were supposed to do, anyway,” you proposition, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “—and I’ll let you rub that thing you have,” you step back and ease onto the edge of your bed. Then flip your skirt up and spread your legs so Izuku can get another eyeful of panties—but from the front end. Where you have a soft, gooey, damp spot right at the center. “—right here.”

Izuku swallows hard.

Here.

Your—pussy.

“In—,” his Adam’s apple bobs. He can’t even pull his eyes away from your legs. “Inside it?” A hopeful lilt seeps into his tone.

For a moment, you stare at him, almost like you’re taken aback. Then your head falls back, and your shoulders start shaking like that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard.

“No!” You laugh, and laugh and laugh. “But you can rub your stinky little dick on the outside of it. Between the lips.” You use your hands to gesture along.

“Consider this a reward for all the hard work you’ve done for these last two semesters.”

Izuku stares. Hard. Eyes wide as they skittishly flicker between your face and thighs, plump curves just barely hidden with your skirt smoothed back over the skin.

“You... You’re playing with me.” It’s more pout than question. You’re a vile being, one that loves to steal and tease and trick—loves to make Izuku look the fool, always. He’s learned by now to be careful, to be cautious of you and your wicked games.

Izuku shivers when your hands find his shoulders and your breath coos over the shell of his ear. You’re crowding him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his face—like a cat.

“You don’t trust me?” You simper, pouting your bottom lip and batting your eyes—like his lack of faith in you actually hurts. Like you don’t make a hobby out of antagonizing the man before you.

“Fine,” you pout back and lean to your full height—which only accounts for a fraction of his—as Izuku merely frowns up at you. “How about a show of good faith, then? Since I’m sooooo untrustworthy.”

Izuku turns, broad shoulders shifting around in the chair to gaze at you. His eyebrows pinch together when you usher him up out of the chair, pulling him into you by his forearm. “Good—? Good faith?”

“Mhm,” you egg on, nodding and wrapping your fingers around his arm. “I’ll let you feel me first. And then, you can get to work like a good boy, yeah?”

You walk slow, moving backwards until the back of your knees hit the foot of your bed. You sink into your pink comforters, teasing him with sultry eyes and a soft voice. Izuku wonders if you know what that kind of talk does to a man. “Would you like that?”

He takes a shaky breath as you settle back into your bed, finally satisfied with how he’s settled on top of you. Scarred fingers twist in the sheets next to your head, eyes trailing down to where your skirt folds over your lower tummy, where your thighs gently clench on either side of his waist. He sits frozen, hunched over you and panting desperately, waiting for permission to—anything.

How does stuff like this normally go? He doesn’t know. Doesn’t know anything. Besides… besides all those nights he’s spent think about you, jerking his hips up to fuck his fist and biting down into his pillow to stifle the noise.

“What?” You taunt, lips curling into a smile. “You don’t know how to rub your meat stick or something?”

Izuku feels his cheeks searing with heat again. His shoulders slump, eyebrows twitching as his gaze falls almost instinctively to where your thighs part for him.

“I thought you’d have ruined a couple tissue boxes by now, Izu.” You sound just a little breathless, just a little bothered. The nickname rolls off your tongue with just a hint of condescension. “S’so obvious your dumb puppy dick wants somethin’ to fuck.”

“Shut—up,” he tries to scowl. But it just feels twisted, and he knows he probably looks like an idiot from your point of view.

“C’mon, baby,” it’s so cruel how the first time you call him anything so sweet, is when you’re wringing him of his last drops of pride. “You can pull it out, can’t you? Or do y’want me to do it for you?”

Izuku’s eyes shoot up to your face at the suggestion, but he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. If he has to watch you slip a hand into his pants, he knows he’ll erupt all over your fingers before you can even get it out. His own fingers shake as he sits back to pull down his zipper and carefully pull his cock through the hole in his shorts.

When he fits himself back over you, his dick slaps onto your clit, right over your panties. Izuku’s dick lurches horrendously.

While initially hesitant, so terrified you’d carve him a new one—terrified you’d call him disgusting for wanting you so bad. Now, he doesn’t even think twice about smushing the tip of his cock between his abdomen and the ruined cloth of your panties. The first few ruts feel dewy from over the soppy material, so he’s impatiently hooking his thick fingers around the crotch and yanks them to the side. To your approval, it seems, because you whimper at the skin to skin contact. Izuku can even smell you, the thick musk of pussy making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Your cunt is so slippery. It's gooey, and soft. And the sound it makes when he slips his dick between the folds again and again is so lewd. A deep moan tears right out of his chest. His hips jerk against you almost instinctively. Something hot, molten, blooms throughout his stomach. It’s inescapable. Makes his muscles clench and sends his brain into a fog. You let out this soft, little gasp, every time, as though every grind of Izu’s hips comes as a surprise.

He looks up to find your eyes, teary and fluttering shut, locked onto him. Your palms slide up to his chest, and your murmur something with the softest hint of desperation seeping off your tongue—“C-C’mere.. c’mere, please—,”

Almost instinctively, Izuku’s arm starts to feel like jelly and he feels the need to wrap you up against him—you asked him so nicely. He can’t say no. It’s not too long before he can’t even keep himself upright anyway, clinging to the sheets by his fingers. Your panties hang out of his back pocket, having been snatched off from right beneath your skirt because they were getting in the way. The skirt would have suffered the same fate, had it not folded over your lower tummy and behaved.

His face presses into the crook of your shoulder, chest smushed against yours—invading all your space. He thinks it might be fine, if the way your fingers wrap around his bicep are any way to tell. Feels like you want to keep him close.

“Y—you smell good,” he slurs it against your skin without any real thought. But you whine and your pussy flutters. He feels it. Feels your cunt spasm around nothing from beneath his heavy cock. While your nails scratch at his back from over his shirt, Izuku fights the strange urge to fill your eager little pussy up.

Izuku’s reward.

Each thrust that coats his dick in your juices, every gasp that falls from your lips, the way your nails dig into his arms—and Izuku is just taking what’s rightfully his, isn’t he? Quick, careful thrusts along the outer part of your cunt that keep his head swimming and his teeth gently edging along your neck. He’s always at your beck and call, always folding to your whims and caving to your inhibitions. But he gets to have this. Your soft pussy twitching, drooling all over his dick, while you make the cutest little squeals of his name.

(“C-cumming, Izu,” you sound grateful, sound small and broken, hand at the back of his neck and your legs locking around his hips like he’s really fucking you. “Makin’ me cum—”)

Even though he’s isn’t, he can feel your juices drip down. It’s easier to slip his dick over your cunt, lubes him all up and let’s him go faster.

Another strangled groan escapes his chest as Izuku balances right on the edge of it. Seconds away from spurting you all down with thick, sticky cum. How many times has he thought about this? About pinning you down, about making you burst into tearful apologies after inflicting all your ridicule onto him? You’d deserve every second of it.

He’s right there, hand carding through your hair while he pants against your jaw. Balls drawing together real tight while he feels his shoulders do the same. There’s no tissues—he’s gotta spill all over your tummy. Maybe he’ll pump it all over your thighs.

“Are you about to cum?” Your giggles cut right through his skull. Game over.

The sharpness of your laugh shatters any illusion of power Izuku thought he might have had. “Look at your face!”

Your foot presses into Izuku’s chest, easing him backwards off of you.

Izuku yelps, fingers dragging down your thighs in surprise as you push away. His hand shoots to wrap around the back of your knee, using it as a crutch to keep from falling. He pants, looking at you incredulously, so confused and hard it hurts. What the hell happened?

“Okay,” you announce, crossing your legs. Izuku’s eyebrows twitch down at your dismissive tone. “You got your fill.” Then, you shoo him away, sitting up while pressing Izuku backwards onto his knees with the foot at his chest. He sits on his haunches, kneeling into your pink sheets with a sore, throbbing cock. The engorged head of it slaps against his toned tummy, glistening with your juices and his, desperately pumping out more pre-spend. All for nothing.

Before you hop off the bed, you pat his chest—a kind of ‘thank you’, he guesses. Then when you’re back on your feet, your hands skit to smooth your skirt back down. “Put that thing away, and get to work—gross, you got all your nasty slime on my skirt! Lick it off.”

Yeah, Izuku thinks, gazing at you in bewilderment as you carry on with your day as if everything is normal, like he didn’t just make you cum. Like you weren’t just squealing his name with your pussy gushing all over his thighs. Watches with a morbid feeling festering in his gut, somewhere between breaking down into tears and applauding you in actual amazement.

You are nothing but a fucking brat.

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Thursday Night

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: Kirishima was working in a bar while he continues to go to school to get his master's degree, you happen to go into that bar for your 21st birthday and can't seem to get the redhead off your mind ever since.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Alcohol. Swearing. Fucking in Public.

Contains: Story is set in an unnamed university town. Kiri is older by a couple years, Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Consent. Unprotected Sex. Mentions of Birth Control. Oral (M&F Receiving), Hickies(M&F), Throat Fucking, Kinda get caught in the act. Reader gets picked up a few times. Nicknames: Baby, Babe, Baby Girl, Gorgeous, Cutie.

W/C: 7,768

A/N: I am so sorry this fic is so damn late for @myherokatsuki and their A Familiar Face collab. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! I was given College AU so I hope a bar in a college town is okay! A special thanks to @silverhairsimp for helping me work through this one! Ily, babes.

With a degree in psychology already under his belt, Kirishima certainly hadn’t planned to still be working at Fat’s Place. It wasn’t the fanciest bar or club around the busy university campus but, damn, did the place feel like home, and that wasn’t just because he was renting the flat above it.

Taishiro, or Fat as his players affectionately referred to him, was also the owner and namesake of the bar. When the coach learned Kirishima would be pursuing his master's degree and staying at the university, he also asked if he’d stay on as a barback while he continued his education. The redhead could have sought out a job in his field, which probably would’ve been better for him in the long run, but Kirishima truly loved working at Fat’s. Something about the people he’d meet made him want to stick around.

He was well into year number three at the bar, when he laid eyes on you for the very first time.

You walked through the door, laughing with a group of your friends, your arms linked between two of them, and you had a sash across your chest proudly displaying that it was your birthday, your 21st to be exact. But, they didn’t drag you up to the bar, instead, you all crammed into a booth, chatting among yourselves until a particular song called the lot of you out to the dance floor.

Because Fat’s Place wasn’t just a bar and that gave it a particular edge over the more upscale clubs in the area. It did have a bar, an extensive one that Kirishima was very proud of, but, there was also a dance floor, and a pool hall, plus plenty of booths where you could eat some pretty decent food at or just kill time with friends. It was because of these additional things that you didn’t need to be 21 to get into Fat’s and that meant Kirishima had lost count of the number of people who spent their final evening of being 20-years-old in this very place, just counting the seconds until they could order that first legal drink.

And, since he’d lost you in the crowd for a while, too busy making drinks and helping to run out orders of food, he figured you were one of these 20-year-olds. He didn’t think about you too much though, assuming he’d be seeing you around the bar in a couple of hours anyway. He had current patrons to give his attention. Smiling for them while pouring shots, gathering tips in the coffee tin when he paired a flirtatious wink with a tall glass of beer. There was a reason Fat asked him to stay on; he was good at what he did.

Reading people was a part of the job but Kirishima always saw it as more of a game. Tailoring the few minutes he shared with the people who wound up in front of him into moments that he hoped would brighten their nights. And, when the clock struck midnight, it was suddenly time to play that game with you.

Standing very alone at the end of the bar, you fiddled with your ID; a habit he’d noticed in people new to the legal drinking age. He gave a cursory look around and noticed a few of your friends dancing with new partners, some pressed together in a booth near the back. Everyone seemed to be paired off and that left you standing all by yourself at the end of the bar. It almost felt wrong to him, someone about to have their first drink with no one to share it with…

“Someone’s got a birthday, huh?”

“That’s what the sash says.” You smiled and looked down at the garment, “oh, and my ID.”

He took the piece of plastic from between your fingers and noted the date. You’d only been 21 for 4 minutes. When the green light flicked on after he scanned your card, he passed it back to you.

“Well, a very happy birthday… thought about what your first drink’s gonna be?”

You shook your head. “Not a clue,” a grin spread across his face. He liked people who came up to the bar with an open mind. Gave him more to work with.

“Alright then. What flavors do you like? Want somethin’ on tap? A shot? Want me to make somethin’ up?” He rattled off different options and watched as you chewed your inner cheek considering each of them.

“What would you make me?”

Damn, were you cute. “Gotta tell me what you’re in the mood for… wouldn’t wanna give you something strong and bitter if you’re feeling light and sugary.”

He let you have a minute to mull things over, making a few suggestions for you to consider, and once you gave him a lead, he started pulling a couple of bottles off the rack. He got a kick out of the way your eyes tracked his movements. Watched him with a little grin on your face when he shook the drink over his shoulder before pouring it over fresh ice.

“There ya go, give this a try,” He popped a lime green straw in it and slid it over, “If it’s not your thing, I’ll try again.” He knew finding a drink someone liked could be a process and he was always willing to work with a person until they found something they enjoyed. But, with you, it seemed he got it right the first time around.

“So good!” You praised and wrapped your lips around the brightly colored straw again. “What’s it called?”

“Uh…” He lifted the ball cap off his head and wiped his forehead trying to think up one on the spot. “It doesn’t really have one…” Eventually, he admitted honestly to you.

“Well, how am I supposed to order it again?”

He pulled a scrap bit of paper from under the register and a pen from behind his ear. “I’ll jot down what I put in it. But, if ya come back here, just find me and I’ll remember.”

“You will?” Those eyes of yours narrowed like you didn’t believe him. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You’re gonna remember some random girl's drink from a Thursday night?”

Kirishima slowly nodded his head, “yeah, yeah I’ll remember.” But you still looked unconvinced. “Guess you’ll just have to come back and test my memory sometime.”

That had you smiling for him, around the straw in your mouth. He was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anything about you anytime soon. “Alright. And how much do I owe you?”

He just shook his head. “Nothin’ at all. Happy birthday.”

Three weeks passed before you came back into Fat’s Place. Several hours earlier than you had on your birthday and just with your best friend suffering from a broken heart. You poured her into a booth and then wandered up to the bar, flashing a small smile at the familiar redhead.

“Hey there, Thursday Night.”

The tips of your ears heated up at the nickname. “You did remember.”

“Told ya I would.” He finished ringing an order in before giving you his full attention. “Want your drink again or in the mood for something new?”

Your drink. He remembered you and called it your drink and it made your heart skip a beat. A reaction you might have paid more attention to if it hadn’t been for your friend who’d spent the majority of her day already drinking. “Could I actually just get some water for now. And, like, a lot of fries.”

He followed your gaze. “Bad night?” He asked and scooped ice into two glasses.

“Somethin’ like that.” The rest of your friend group was supposed to meet here in a few hours. You just wanted to get some food in her before the drinking started up again.

You watched his strong arms go through the methodical motions that were probably muscle memory by now but there was something oddly calming about watching the way he worked. It had you so distracted you barely even registered him setting the glasses down in front of you. “Why dontcha go back with her. I can bring those fries out when they’re up.”

With both glasses of water in your hands, you thanked him before heading back to the booth. The redheaded bartender's kindness didn’t stop with the basket of fries though, it continued all through the night, right up to the moment you left. He’d made sure waters were always up for you the moment he saw you at the bar, even if you were ordering an actual drink, he made sure to have a water with it. And when it was two in the morning and you all were finally ready to call it a night, he made sure to call you all a cab to ensure you made it back to your dorms safe and sound.

The following morning, when you begrudgingly rolled out of your friend's bed, you decided you really should do something to show your gratitude. The few dollars you shoved in the tip tin throughout the night didn’t feel like enough.

So, you’d made the walk to your dorm, dug out some of the cash you had stashed away and stuck it in an envelope with a quickly scribbled note and then headed back for the bar.

It was closed… you should have figured as much since it was barely nine in the morning. You planned on just coming back in the evening but then caught sight of someone moving about inside.

You tapped on the glass door and caught the attention of the heavy-set blonde man, and were thankful that he didn’t just wave you off but rather came to the door anyway. “Ya know, I don’t usually serve mimosas here…” He joked with a friendly smile and you explained that you weren’t looking for a drink.

After learning that the man in front of you was in fact the owner of the bar, you handed the envelope out to him. “One of your bartenders was just really great to me and my friends last night, could you make sure he gets this?”

He looked down at the name you’d messily written across the envelope. “I– I’m sorry, I never caught his name–”

“That’s fine,” The blonde, Taishiro, chuckled, “I’ve only got one redheaded bartender. He actually lives in the flat just upstairs, I can go get him and you can give this to him yourself.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright! He’s probably sleepin’ anyway.” You started walking backward down the sidewalk, “Thank you, though!”

“His name’s Kirishima, by the way!” He called back after you, “Since apparently, he’s bad with introductions!”

Your head was buzzing the whole way back to your dorm. The redhead flicked in and out of your thoughts more than he probably should’ve since your first encounter with him on your birthday. You tried to ignore the way you always seemed to see him walking around the campus now and the way that the sight of him alone made your heart race.

It was your final year of school, you didn’t need a damn crush, you needed to focus on getting into the master’s program, and that was it.

Kirishima kept that little note you scribbled for him right on his dresser where he saw it every single day.

Thanks for taking care of us

- Thursday Night

He thought it was sweet you opted for the nickname he’d given you. He knew your name, remembered it from the first time you met and he read your ID. But, even without all that, Fat also described you perfectly when he gave him the envelope and Kiri did pay your party a lot of extra attention that night but, he never expected this kind of a reward for it. He didn’t expect any kind of reward at all! The cash was lovely, but, it was your thoughtful little note that he couldn’t stop reading, even after months had passed.

Each morning it made him grin and every night it filled his chest with warmth knowing he’d done something good.

He still had the piece of paper, and about a hundred different memories of small encounters with you tied to it now. Kirishima thought these might be the only moments he’d get with you since the school year was drawing to an end and you had graduation just around the corner, but then he overheard you talking about a master’s program you’d been accepted to at the university, the very same university he was still attending for his own.

You’d be staying.

To his surprise, and great delight, you’d even remained through the summer.

Three extra months to let his feelings bloom. Falling for a patron he saw a few times a month in the bar and a couple of additional encounters around campus.

Sure, he’d been seeing you all year! Running between buildings, or in the library late at night. But now that it was summer and there were far less people around, it was like he couldn’t step foot on campus without seeing you and it felt weird not acknowledging you.

He saw you chatting on the phone on a bench one day and gave you a friendly wave. Another time, coming out of the library holding a stack of books that you referred to as, just some light summer reading. When he noticed you studying at the library well into the evening on a hot July night, he even brought you an additional iced coffee. Of course, he barely said a word to you, not wanting to interrupt.

They were all little run-ins that made him wish he could try to pursue more with you but, he was damn sure you weren’t in the market for a relationship.

He’d lost count of the number of drinks he’d made per someone else’s request, watched as they approached you only to be shot down with your kind smile. But, knowing this fact also only made him more proud that you actually accepted the coffee from him that one night.

Most of those you did reject went away with sad eyes but a few stood their ground and tried to insist that you accept their oh, so generous offers. Katsuki or Taishiro were more than happy to show those people right out the door.

It was obvious you weren’t looking for anything, Kiri knew that, but, it didn’t stop his heart from damn near leaping out of his chest each time you walked into the bar, right up to the counter, and said your sweet hello to him.

He adored the couple of minutes he got your attention all to himself when he was making your drink, now officially known at the bar as the Thursday Night. He’d ask you what was new, how your week had gone, literally anything that came to mind for those short seconds he had with you and he cherished each of them.

It was a week before fall classes were due to start. The summer air gave way to a cool breeze in the late hours of the night. You’d walked home to your new apartment, having moved out of the dorms earlier in the summer, meaning you were now closer to the bar that had become a favorite hangout spot.

During the walk back home you welcomed the chill in the air, it was a nice change from the heat of the day and the warmth that clung around the bar. But, when you realized you’d have to go back out again, you groaned inwardly and pulled a hoodie over the sundress you’d had on.

It might have been an odd fashion choice in some people’s eyes but after two in the morning when you realized you forgot your wallet, you didn’t really give a shit about what you were wearing. The only thing you cared about was if someone would still be there to let you in and get it back.

It was a relief that the door was still propped open by a barstool, music flowing out, but when you walked in the place was practically empty, except for a certain redhead.

A redhead who you couldn’t deny you’d grown fond of over the many months. You couldn’t deny anymore that he was as easy on the eyes as he was to talk to. Always armed with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh whenever you needed one. He even offered to help you with a stack of library books once when your overzealous self checked out one too many. And the coffee he brought you out of the blue… he’d wiggled his way into your heart whether you wanted him to or not.

You’d told yourself you wouldn’t date in your senior year and you hadn’t. A couple of one-night-stands… sure, but Kirishima was too sweet a man to be relegated to a single night of fun so, you admired him from across the bar and campus for the entire last year, a year that had been over for a while now. You just had to figure out if you were going to keep up your dating freeze…

Kiri had a broom in hand, sweeping under the stools that he had propped up on the bartop, humming along to the song that was playing. “Excuse me,” You called, not wanting to startle him.

“Sorry, miss,” He began but then turned around, “Oh, hey!” He beamed over at you.

“I know you’re closed but I–”

“Forgot your wallet?” He chuckled and walked back behind the bar. “Knew it was yours. Found it tucked back behind one of the booths, must’ve fallen.”

He walked it over to you and handed it right over. “I didn’t look inside, but, ‘m not sure if someone got to it before me… do ya wanna take a look and make sure everything’s there?”

You did as he suggested, flipping through your cards and making sure your cash was accounted for. “Looks like you got to it in time. Thank you, Kirishima.”

The man grinned when you said his name. “‘S no problem at all.”

There was no reason for you to stay, you’d gotten what you came for, and yet, your feet were stuck to the spot. It didn’t help that Kiri was rooted too, just looking down at you with those kind eyes.

“Did you… need anything else?” You shook your head but still didn’t move and, apparently, something about that was funny, making him adjust his hat while he chuckled, “Well, I’m just cleaning up for the night but, if you wanna stick around, you’re welcome to.”

You took him up on the offer, and for the first time, actually had a conversation at length with the man.

The bar had been clean for well over an hour, leaving the two of you sitting on stools, your legs swinging between his. Topic after topic went by, effortlessly bouncing from one right into another and it was becoming apparent that your dating freeze was hitting a thaw.

You couldn’t believe the things you had in common, all the likes and interests you both shared and never talked about in all the time he’d been pouring you drinks.

Neither of you realized the hour it had gotten to. Kirishima was completely surprised when the door that led to his flat swung open and his silver-haired roommate came stepping out with a yawn.

“Holy shit, dude, you’re still up!”

“Uh, yeah, guess I am.”

And then a pair of silvery eyes landed on you, “Oh, and now I can see why.” You’d seen him in the bar before, usually glimpses since he was often in the kitchen, but, he’d been up with Kirishima a time or two.

“Y/N, this is Tetsu, he’s my roommate and a bit of an early bird.”

“I like to run when the campus isn’t crawling with people.” He shrugged and zipped up the jacket he was wearing, slapping Kirishima on the shoulder before heading to the door. “She’s real cute, but, ya gotta sleep sometime.”

“Wouldyougetoutofhere!”

Tetsu left with a laugh and, even though you were really tempted to keep talking to the redhead, you needed to be getting at least a couple hours of sleep with your program starting in just a couple of days.

“Could I walk you home?” Kiri quickly asked when you slid off the stool.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I don’t live far.”

“I know I don’t have to… but I’d like to.”

And so, the two of you walked side by side the seven blocks to your apartment. Standing, staring at one another again, neither wanting to leave until he couldn’t just look into your eyes anymore.

He took the hat off his head and set it backward on yours, “Hey,” you giggled, “What’re you doin’?”

“Have you ever tried kissing someone with a ballcap on?” He reached around and flicked the bill of it, “The bill can make things difficult.”

Kiss? He said kiss. Your brain hurried to process that word, the question, and the sentence that followed.

“A-are you saying you wanna kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while now, feels like forever kinda.” Kiri nodded his head, “May I?”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him his answer, slotting your lips right against his and moving them slow when his hand cupped your cheek.

When a dog walker cleared her throat in annoyance, Kiri didn’t even dare move away from you, not ready for the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his free hand behind your back and guided you closer to your door, out of the way of street traffic where the two of you could take your time.

When you dropped back onto flat feet, he chased you for a second longer, stealing another kiss before pulling back.

“Worth the wait?”

“Fuck yes.” He hummed into a last kiss with you before actually calling it a night. Leaving you standing on your porch with a torrent of butterflies in your stomach that seemed to have just been waiting for the freeze to end.

“W-wait! You forgot your hat!”

“Hold onto it f’me! Just give it back when I see ya again!”

He didn’t have to wait very long. Not at all. You were back in the bar by eight that night, carrying his hat in your hands and walking right up to the bar. You beckoned him to lean forward with just a single finger and he did so without even thinking, letting you put it back on his head. First with the bill facing forward but you spun it around before he was able to back away. “Wouldn’t wanna make kissing difficult.”

“Can’t have that.” You shared a grin before crashing back into each other.

From then on, it became a game for the two of you. In the weeks that followed, when neither of you were brave enough to define what you were to the other, you could at least admit when you wanted affection from him.

It was simple really, you’d find a way to grab his hat and flip it around. He’d spin around until he found you, pull you close, or push you up against the nearest solid surface, leaving you completely breathless, and then promptly returning to whatever he was doing prior. You got your kicks out of watching him search for you, and he was enamored with your awe-struck face each time he pulled away from you.

Of course, he couldn’t take things too far, or else he was going to be popping boners at work and that didn’t sound like a good idea. Sure, Tetsu and his girlfriend, Itsuka, snuck off to the supply room a time or two but you and him weren’t there yet, not even close to it to both your dismay. Between classes and work, you were barely even able to come in to see him, and he hadn’t been able to take you out on a proper date like he desperately wanted.

That was why he’d been so excited when he heard your sweet voice calling to him on a Saturday night. He was stuck in the parking lot of the biggest football game of the season, running their little beer stand out of the back of his truck to bring in some extra cash for the bar. Two years ago, this had been his idea; sell the beer cheaper before the game. Hell, he even had people coming out during the game to buy it from them! But this year, fuck, he hated it.

He wanted to be with you, but you weren’t even planning on going to the game! With your first exam on Monday, he understood why but, he still missed you. So much so that when he heard an all too familiar, “Excuse me,” He almost didn’t believe it.

But, there you were, standing with a smile on your face and a cooler in your hands, and a blanket draped over your arm. “I’m afraid I don’t have your wallet this time.” He joked when he hopped down from the tailgate of his trunk and pressed his lips right against yours. He brushed your hair back, “Whatcha doin’ here, gorgeous?”

“My brain hurt… I needed a break, so, I thought I’d make you some dinner and join you.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He beamed and set the cooler down on the tailgate and then climbed back up in the bed, quickly pulling you up with him.

“By make,” you clarified when he opened the lid, “I mean I grabbed some bread, a few different lunchmeats, and cheeses…” he continued to pull out the sandwich supplies as you went over the things you brought.

With everything laid out on the blanket, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “It’s great, babe.” And he genuinely meant it, honored that you’d go through all this trouble for him.

Luckily, you both made it through sandwiches and half a bag of chips before the halftime crowd started pouring out. He brushed off his hands and kissed you quickly. “This shouldn’t take too long, be back in a couple minutes.”

Except Kirishima was quickly eating his words. He hasn’t expected a crowd this large to crowd around the small beer stand. Even on the biggest game of last year, there weren’t half as many people!

He worked as fast as he could, exchanging cash for cups, quickly glancing at the colorful bands on wrists that indicated age, but he couldn’t work fast enough.

“Hey,” he had even notice you leave his truck but suddenly your small hand was on his shoulder, making him stop for just a second, “I’ll get the drinks, you worry about the cash. ‘Kay?”

“Y–you totally don’t have to do that…” You didn’t sign up for this madness, you shouldn’t have to do a single thing right now!

But, all you did was smile up at him, “I know, but I wanna help.”

Damn, you really were incredible.

Together you worked through the crowd of people and about twenty minutes later, all were taken care of and nearly all the kegs had been empty.

“Don’t think I’m gonna make it ‘til the end of the game,” he noted and kicked one of the remaining kegs with the toe of his shoe.

And, he’d been right, not even halfway through the third quarter and the last drop was sold. Some part of him couldn’t believe it. He’d never sold out. Not completely. But, the bursting cash box and empty kegs couldn’t be denied.

There wasn’t much sense hanging around in the parking lot once everything was loaded back up in his truck.

You were leaning right against the passenger door when he slammed the tailgate shut, lifting his hat to wipe sweat off his brow as he walked around to you. “We can catch the rest of the game if you’d like… or I can take ya home if you wanna keep studying.”

“I think I’m all studied out for the night, but what if I don’t really wanna watch the game either?”

A smirk spread across his lips because he was getting familiar with that little glint in your eye.

“And what would you like to do instead?” He refused to get too hopeful, that is, until you pulled him down and pressed your lips right against his.

“Just wanna spend some time with you.” Your lips moved slowly against his when you spoke.

He eased you to the side so he could reach the door handle behind you. Kiri kept on kissing you while his hands ventured down to your waist, lifting you easily right up into his passenger seat. “Buckle up, babe. I’ve gotta couple ideas of how we can spend our time.”

When you decided not to buckle into the passenger side but rather went for the middle seat right beside him, that was when he decided to take the long way back to the bar.

Everyone in the little town was still at the game, that was why Kiri sat at the light for three cycles with his hands caught up in your hair and his tongue dancing with yours. The light switched to yellow when his lips moved along your jaw. “Wanna take you out,” he nipped at your ear.

“We can go out whenever, Eijiro…” Gods, hearing you say his name was so addicting, “just, not tonight, okay? Just want you tonight.”

He’d made it to your collarbone when the light was casting a red glow over you both. “Just us t’night. You got it.” And then it changed again to green.

You were bringing his lips back to yours when a car horn blared behind you causing laughter to flood his cab and pour out the open windows.

It happened three more times before you’d made it back to the bar. Make outs at every red light, and in between them your hand was on his thigh, soft lips kissing and sucking at his neck making his jeans unbelievably tight.

“Just gotta, fuck—“ He was panting against your lips when you finally got back, parked near the kitchen entrance, “get everythin’ inside, then ‘m all yours, darling. Promise.”

While you went into the bar to wait, Kiri had never unloaded his truck faster in his entire life. Piling the empty kegs just inside the door, nearly forgetting the cash box inside his truck, all in a hurry to get back to you as quickly as he could.

He found you just on the other side of the bar waiting for him, “C’mere.” He groaned and pulled you flush against him, trapping you between the counter and his body.

His hands couldn’t stop moving. Wanting, needing, to feel every part of you that you’d allow. Sighing when you let him palm your breasts and moaning when he couldn’t help but rut against you. But, what really did him in was watching you sink to your knees in front of him. Not breaking eye contact until you had his belt undone and pants loose around his hips.

He was so proud of the way you gawked at just the outline of him clearly displayed in his boxers. Precum already darkened a patch of the fabric.

You were biting down on your lower lip when he pulled his boxers down for you. But the moment he had his hand around his shaft, you already had those perfect lips parted, and he could’ve cum on the spot from the sight alone.

“What a good girl,” He purred and set the tip on your tongue, letting you taste the arousal that had formed. “Been wantin’ this, have ya?” Your lips closed around him with a hum and he smiled, brushing back your hair.

Your small hand replaced his, working his length with your fist while you took more and more of him in your mouth. He rested his hands on the bar top above you for balance, easing his hips forward, and stopping the moment you gag with a little,”’m sorry.”

You were quick to start again though, try to get him past that deliciously tight bend of your throat and, fuck, did he want that. Wanted to see your cute nose nestled against the neatly trimmed dark hair at his base.

It took a few minutes and a couple tries, he even stopped at a point to make sure you want to continue when he saw tears prick your eyes but you just put your mouth right back on him, and damn if he wasn’t in love. It was too soon to say that though, right? Corny to first say it in the middle of sex… he vaguely recalled Katsuki saying something like that once, so he settled for, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He moved a hand to your hair, helping you move right along his cock, holding himself deep in your throat. “Never had anyone take me this well,” And he meant it. He really was stunned at the way you opened up for him.

“Damn, babe, ‘m feelin’ close…” you could tell by the way his hand curled into a fist, pulling lightly at your roots. “Want my cum down your throat? Can you swallow it all up, pretty girl?”

His cock twitched when you enthusiastically nod your head and he nearly busts right then but he takes a slow breath, watching your stunning eyes and hearing the way your nails claw at his jean-covered thighs. “Little more, baby, just a litt—“

He stopped talking instantly, thinking he heard something in the kitchen. His hips froze, the tip of his cock deep down your throat while he listened and you remained perfectly still below him.

“Ei! You lazy shit! Couldn’t move these away from the fuckin’ door!”

“Shit!” Kiri hissed and you could both hear Tetsu kicking one of the metal kegs out of his way. There was just enough time for him to pull out of your mouth and slip his cock back into his boxers before the kitchen door swung open and his roommate walked through.

“Really?” Tetsu barked the moment he saw him. Kiri was sure he was covered, leaning enough that his friend couldn’t see his belt hanging loose or the fact his pants were wide open… never mind that he had you with swollen lips and watery eyes just under him.

“Hey, man, thought you were going to that after-party.”

Tetsu’s brows furrowed at his friend's demeanor, and Kiri’s heart raced faster, “I was— I am. Itsuka and I both are but,” he started to walk to the side of the bar and for a moment Kiri genuinely feared he was about to come around it but he stopped just short.

“She forgot her jacket earlier and asked me to grab it.” He pulled it from below the counter. “I— uh, think I’m just gonna stay at her place tonight…” He started to walk back towards the kitchen, “give you and Y/N the apartment for the night. Sorry I interrupted, by the way!”

“HOW’D YOU?!”

He chuckled and pushed the door back open but pointed just behind Kiri. “Mirror on the back wall. Nice shark boxers, by the way! See ya later, you two!”

Kiri let his head fall to the bar top, cheeks tinged pink with a bit of embarrassment as he gave you a heartfelt apology. “Guess I was a little eager and forgot he’s got a key.” But, he knew there shouldn’t have any more interruptions.

Only five people held keys to the bar, he and Tetsu were two of them. Fat being the owner obviously had one but he’d be taking his toddler twins home from the game right now. Mina took off on vacation yesterday and Katsuki was probably already in bed.

You stood up between his arms. “He didn’t kill the mood though, did he?” You asked and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, worried that he might wanna call it here, but, absolutely nothing had been ruined in Kiri’s mind.

“Oh, hell no,” He smirked and bent to grab you and set you on the edge of the bar, “Didn’t kill a damn thing.”

Kiri hurried to return the generosity you’d given him just minutes before as soon as he was sure you were alone again. He helped ease you out of your jeans and panties, haphazardly folding them before setting them on a stool rather than just throwing them on the bar floor. He lowered himself, kissing your thighs before he set each of them over his broad shoulders, and then ate like a man starved.

“Fuck, Eiji,” He wasn’t shy about it like some other people you’d been with. No, he was determined, searching for the perfect roll of his tongue that made you cry out his name, figuring out what he could do to make your eyes roll back. He watched, he paid attention, and it showed.

Before he’d even began, he flipped that hat around so the bill of it wasn’t poking at your tummy but, you knocked it right off his head when he found that perfect spot. Your fingers curled in his hair trying so hard to keep him in place even as your legs started to tremble.

You whined when he pressed a finger into your sensitive hole, still fluttering from your high. “I know,” he murmured close to your ear, “we can stop if ya like, just say the word.”

You knew he would too. He hadn’t rushed a single thing with you, hell, you two had barely gone beyond making out before tonight. You just wanted that to change. He was going to be a gentleman, do everything by the book unless you threw that book right out the window.

You wanted more from him tonight. Wanted it for quite a while now.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, with his finger knuckle deep, “Please, don’t stop.”

You saw him smirk before he dipped his head to kiss along your neck, nipping at the skin when he started to pump the single digit in and out of you.

“Wan’nother, Eiji, please.” And he gave it to you without even lifting his head, too busy sucking a pretty purple mark just below your neckline and lazily stroking his length with his free hand.

He was trying to split you open but it wasn’t enough. He was doing his best to prep you and, after having his cock stuffed down your throat, you were thankful for it, but you still wanted more. Rocking your hips slightly, fucking his fingers deeper into your cunt made him pull off your neck, “Feelin’ a little needy, baby?” It was more than a little but you nodded your head. “Awe, think you can take me, yet? Wouldn’t wanna hurt’cha.”

He slipped in a third for good measure when you opened your mouth to answer, causing a moan to spill out before any words could. “Y–yeah, Ei, I can. Wan it.”

“Oh yeah? How bad?”

You saw his cock twitch when you whined in desperation. “Really, really bad! Please, need to feel you inside of me.”

“It’s a need now?” He chuckled, curling his fingers a final time inside of you before pulling them out. “Guess you just gotta tell me if you want it right here or if you want me to take you up to bed first?”

“Here!” Rolling your hips, feeling his tip that he laid between your folds. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“But, it’s just up those stairs,” He teased you mercilessly, finally catching on your dripping hole, “it’d only take a minute, cutie.”

Your eyes screwed shut, feeling like you might combust, “Minute’s too long,” Ankles locked around him, pulling yourself forward so his fat tip popped right inside with a wanton moan from the both of you.

He let your walls clamp down on him a couple of times, adjusting to him while he peppered kisses over your jaw and started pressing forward when your ankles pushed into his back again. He’d stop when your breath would hitch, giving you a moment before continuing, eventually burying all his inches inside you.

“Lemme know when I can move, alright?” He kissed your lips slow for your sake and his own, not wanting this to end too soon.

When you gave him the go-ahead, he still wasn’t in any hurry. Retracting his hips barely any before rutting shallowly back into you, keeping you close to him. His forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling together in little huffed-out pants. He hit all the right places after a couple minutes of shifting his hips and listening to your quiet instruction and it had you seeing stars.

Your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt, leaving a mark of your own on his skin except you weren’t thinking about him hiding it. Just hanging on while he chased his high, not wanting to topple over the edge again, not without him.

“In–inside? Baby, can I?”

“Yeah,”

“Birth control?”

“Mmhm!”

“Thank fuck–!” He groaned and picked up his pace and your back arched against the bar as he reached a new angle.

He wrapped an arm behind you, keeping you elevated and hitting your clit with each thrust. Your eyes screwed shut, that cord fraying. “That’s it, cutie, give it t’me.” His grip tightened, the closer you got to the edge, pulling you onto him just as much as he was fucking in.

“Know ya wanna.” He egged you on, “Can feel your needy little cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice was low in your ear again, “Cum on my cock, baby girl, just f’me.”

That fraying cord snapped, unraveled and you came undone right before his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled at your wide eyes and unhinged jaw and fucked you right through your orgasm.

But, your spasming tight walls made it impossible for him to last much longer, too far gone from the head you’d given him, and he was painting your walls white before he knew it. Hips stuttering before he imbedded himself deep one more time and remained there while your cunt milked him.

He pulled you off the bar and easily into his arms while he took a seat on one of the stools, settling you nicely in his lap with his cock still stuffed inside so you both could rest easily. He brushed back some of your hair that was clinging to your forehead and kissed both your cheeks. “Feelin’ alright, cutie? Anything you need?”

You shook your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Just you.”

His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh. “You’ve got me, babe, promise.”

“Think I could stay the night?”

He leaned his head back to look at you. “Of course, you can! My girl’s welcome over whenever she wants!”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Your girl?”

Kiri shrugged his arms around you. “I wanted to like, officially ask you to be my girlfriend when I took you out on a proper first date, but,”

“School…”

“And work.” He added with a groan, “We can still wait until we can do that if you’d like.”

“No!” You both started to laugh at your hurried answer. “I–I just mean, I don’t really see the point in holding off. I like you, Eiji, a whole lot,” And you could see your affection returned in his own loving gaze, “And I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He kissed you soundly, his thumb caressing your jaw before both his hands settled behind your knees and he stood. “C’mon.” He grabs your folded clothes and his pants from off the floor while you hang onto him. “‘M feelin’ like a late-night snack.”

“Me?” You tease with a giggle as he heads for the door upstairs, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“First of all,” You open the door for him, “You are a gods damn meal, not just a snack.” And then he’s digging out the apartment key from his pants pocket. “More specifically,” He finally gets his door open and brings you inside. “Dessert. The best part of any damn meal. My favorite.”

You rolled your eyes while he playfully munched on your neck. “Alright! Alright!” And wiggled out of his arms laughing, “Let’s get you some food before you actually eat me!”

Snacks littered his coffee table, half of them forgotten as you got lost in each other again and again with his television playing some midnight special that neither of you gave a damn about. Far too concerned with each other than anything else in the entire world.

Kiri awoke on his sofa with the tv still on and you laying atop his bare chest. There was another knock at his door, the cause of him suddenly arising. He eased you off him and covered you up better with the blanket since you were only in his t-shirt before hurrying over to the door.

“Morning, Coach,” He tried to block the doorway but knew Taishiro could easily see overtop his head, “I’m real sorry about those kegs, I’ll get ‘em put away real soon–”

“‘S fine, Ei, take your time.” From behind his back, he pulled Kiri’s hat that you’d knocked off his head last night. “Found this on the floor and got a little worried. Almost never see ya without the thing and then the kegs… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh!” He’d completely forgotten to grab it with the rest of your clothes. “Yeah, yeah, we’re– I mean, I’m totally fine.”

“We?” His former coach smiled and his eyes flicked to your sleeping form quickly and then he noticed all the little marks you’d left across Kiri’s skin, “Ah, well, ‘s about time.” He took a step back to head down to the bar, “Take the night off. Take her on that date finally.”

“Yes, sir!” Kiri grinned, and his brain instantly started sifting through a million different places he wanted to take you, trying to settle on the best ones to make a truly perfect first date.

“Everything okay?” He turned when he heard your sleep-laced voice, saw your pretty eyes blinking open, looking right at him and all his plans were put on pause to commit this moment to memory instead.

Planning a perfect first date could wait because this morning with you it was already, “Perfect.”

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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this is kind of a popular opinion, but if you don't mind, what are you thoughts on brother's best friend suna?

- baks anon

i have to separate myself from brothers best friend because my own brothers friends only see me in joggers and my bedtime plaits and thermals like some geography teacher BUT ANYWAY

brother’s best friend // suna x reader

best friends brother suna and brothers best friend suna i SUPPORT !!!! the way he’d take up SPACE in your house. he’s so tall so he’s on more than half a seat in your living room and he always gazes over you like you’re an intruder in your house. paired with the way he looks so sleepy, his eyes never fully open you always assume he must be high or something but nope, he never is. always confused on what his look means too, if it’s some type of judgment the way he gazes over your comfy figure. wearing old house clothes and your fluffy socks. head always lazily lifting up whenever you walk past.

and when your brother leaves the room he always focuses on you, something that would make you uncomfortable if it was anyone else. but it’s not, you enjoy the attention, especially up close when you can see the flickers of yellow in his green pupils.

“mine doesn’t fit me anymore.” he drawls to you as you fix yourself a tea in the kitchen. he’s leaning against the fridge, hands in his pockets.

his voice almost makes you jump out your skin but the familiar smooth rumble calms you instantly, “what?”

he tilts his head to your tshirt, draped oversized on your shoulders. it was the inarizaki training tshirt, your brothers old one in fact. your old school name and logo on the front, writing starting to peel off from age and the famous we don’t need memories slogan printed down the back. once your brother left home, you stole the majority of his old clothes to wear around your home comfortably. the clothes fit your brother when he wore them many years ago and never ended up fitting you the same way. you weren’t an athlete after all.

“oh the tshirt,” you mumbled dumbly and you wanted to slap your head at how you sounded.

“it’s a shame he never went pro. woulda been able to see you more often.”

suna’s last couple words made you flick your eyes over to the man. his pretty cat like eyes staring you down and the corner of his mouth raised in a smirk. if felt like there was an imaginary string dragging you closer and closer to him, like that was the only natural movement in this moment.

so, you stepped towards him, a whiff of his woodsy cologne overwhelming your senses. you could even feel the heat from his body, covering yours completely and you wanted to wrap yourself in it.

“how long are you back for?” you ask, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him. you rest your hands on the table top behind you.

“a month before the championship starts. then flying to madrid.” he lifts himself off the fridge he was leaning on to step closer to you. now, you were right under his nose and you were used to being around tall men, your brother played volleyball his whole life. but the way suna towered over you made you feel tiny, like he could pick you up without a struggle.

“well, you’ve always got a home here rintarō. you know where my room is, right?”

he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before giving a breathy laugh. you wanted to run your hands through his auburn locks and smush his face into yours. have him do that dumb giggle against your lips and let you suck on his tongue.

“that i do, princess. is this a free pass to come and go as i please?”

you could tell he wanted to touch you too with how he caged you in, both his hands beside you on the counter so you couldn’t move even if you wanted. his bottom lip was plush and you couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel on your lips, your neck, your—

footsteps from outside sounded, getting louder as the person got closer. the sound seemed to distract suna, his grip on the counter releasing, letting you grab your tea and prepare to head upstairs. as a jingle of keys rattled behind your front door you whispered, “come whenever you want rinnie.”

and with that you darted up the stairs.

“where did y/n go?”

“i think she’s going to bed. i think i might too bro, got tired waiting for you.”

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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SO CLICK ME CLICK ME!

OMG YOU TALKED ABOUT RINTARO HE'S MY FAVOURITE HE ACTS ALL TOUGH AND SLEEPY BUT HE'S A COMPLETE DORK WHO ANNOYS YOU JSUT CAUSE HE WANTS TO.

also, I was thinking about him (or any of the hq boys tbh) introducing his gf as "my girl" and I just. stopped for a sec.

ahhh i forgot to write this yesterday and i kinda wanna try writing more not bakugou pieces so eeekk hello suna !! time to make a hq masterlist :)

my girl (1.2k)

cw: fluff, making out

suna comes across as quite a quiet and private person. he’ll share his thoughts when he thinks it’s needed whether it’s an insult or a new idea to get something done, but generally suna doesn’t share much about himself. to you he’d share more bits about himself than the usual person but anyone else would have to ask questions to get a simple sentence out of him. still, it has his friends dying for more information.

your phone lit up in your hands, a little blue bubble on your screen from rintarou, ill wait for you outside the gym. he assumed you were further away than you actually were and just as you were about to reply that you’re almost outside, you heard him speak from inside the building.

“d’ya wanna come over ours suna? my mom’s cookin’ tonight,” you heard atsumu’s jovial voice first, still full of so much energy after multiple rounds of volleyball.

“can’t. i’ve got plans.”

“huh? date with homework? come do it over at ours. copy osamu’s he’ll let ya,” a grumble from osamu echoed in the hall.

“nah, i’m hanging with my girl.”

you couldn’t see atsumu’s face at the moment, the boys still in the gym as you stood outside but you were sure you both looked similar. jaws dropped and eyes round. my girl. it’s not like you didn’t know you were suna’s girlfriend, you were pretty sure on that fact but he’s never called you that before so casually. it made heat flush inside your chest and a smile break out on your cheeks. you remembered to text him, ‘im outside !!’

“ya girl? ya girl? when are ya gonna let us meet her? i’m doubtin’ she’s even real at the moment.”

“well, she’s waiting for me outside. see you later.”

and out popped rintarou’s head from the gym, turning right then left to land on your form.

“hey pretty,” he mumbled as he kissed your temple, his arm snaking around your shoulders to bring you into him.

“hey rin, how was practice?” and the smile on your face still wouldn’t let up, your eyes were up gleaming into suna’s like he was a prince, picking you up after waiting years for him to arrive. he was in a black hoodie and shorts with a black backpack tight on his back. he met your eyes suspiciously, even frowning a little as you both began to walk.

“it was fine, same as usual. now why are you looking at me like that?” he asked in a slow drawl, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. sure, you usually smiled when you saw him but it didn’t continue at 1000 watts minutes after.

“like what?”

“you look really fucking excited for a tuesday evening.”

you pout a little, shifting away so you aren’t facing him when you talk anymore. you feel his arm shift away from your shoulders and his fingers find yours. as they link, he says deeply, “talk to me baby. what happened with you?”

“i heard you in the gym.”

suna frowned remembering back to what was said. atsumu asked if he wanted to have dinner with him and osamu. then if he wanted to copy osamu’s homework and then he said no because he was hanging out with you.

“yeah? what did i say?” and with suna not knowing what would get you so excited, you felt yourself get warm all over once again from embarrassment. maybe it wasn’t as deep as you thought it was then.

“oh never mind then. doesn’t matter,” you tried to deflect, looking at your surroundings to try and switch the conversation onto something else but suna wasn’t gonna let it go.

“what, no, tell me. what did i say?” and at this point suna’s assuming it’s when he referred to you as my girl. it’s not like you’re about to be smiling over not going to the miya’s for dinner. he just wants you to say it.

“nothing!” you whine, cheeks puffed and lip pouted a little.

a laugh rumbled from his chest as his hand gripped yours tighter. it made him bloom with love for you too, getting happy over him calling you his? and now you’re so cutely embarrassed over it.

“is it when i called you my girl?”

your head whipped over to his in a glare that he knew all along, his green eyes almost curved like crescent moons at the way he was smiling back at you. he poked your waist with his other hand, a yelp escaping your lungs.

“hey!”

“it is isn’t it? why though baby? you’re my girl aren’t you?” and he’s taunting you now, watching your eyes widen so innocently and your lips part in awe. your mind clocks on late to the laughter laced in his tone as you start to grumble under your breath.

“stop laughing at me. i just thought it was cute,” and you’re so impulsive, about to whip your hand away from suna’s to cross your arms but he grips you tightly, even stopping in the middle of the pavement to pull you towards him.

he held your hand to his chest, his other hand finding your cheek. you were pressed up against him and the street was quiet minus you both, your flustered heavy breaths loud. you looked like a deer in headlights and it only made suna’s grin grow.

“you’re so cute. you’re my girl, my pretty girl,” and it’s amusing how much you crumble under his words, talking to you like one would a cat. stroking your cheek and purring at you.

you hum at your boyfriend with a nod because words were harder to find. suna fights the urge to roll his eyes at your easy submissiveness though he loves it more than he could explain. “kiss me?” he breathed smoothly, and he would have laughed at the way you were so eager to do so. reaching up on your tiptoes to meet his height, he still had to bend down a little to meet you and then the feeling of your warm lips on his cold ones. it was a soft little peck, a mutual exchange of how much you both care about each other.

“another?” he asks again cockily and you roll your eyes but still meet his lips again, his hand on your cheek sliding to the back of your head to keep you against him for longer. he gently bit down on your bottom lip, your lips parting on contact as he snakes his tongue into your mouth. your hands find his hair, dragging him closer into you that you can feel his heartbeat in yours.

when you finally part, heavy breaths from both your lips, you shush suna before he can ask for another again. “don’t be greedy, let’s go back to yours now rin.”

suna huffed but still manages to mess with you a little more, “my girl’s so cute calling me greedy like she doesn’t want another one too.” you tried not to show you were affected or even how you agreed, taking his hand again to drag him in the direction of his home.

and from then on suna made sure to refer to you as my girl as often as he could, whether you were present or not. it did mean he would be on the other side of the flustering too as everytime he did, he’d get a glazed look in his eyes and a light blush on his cheeks at just the memory of you. atsumu won’t stop bothering him about it.

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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all anyone can hear are loud wails and sobs

could you write a drabble or hc’s of how bakugou would pay for all your things? like your hair or nails (if you get a design he asks for!)

pretty (5.2k)

— bakugou x blackfem!reader

your boyfriend katsuki loves the way you look when you get your hair and nails done.

cw: minors dni, oral (m), fingering (f), unprotected sex, short handjob, riding, missionary, reader has goddess braids so black reader (but obvs imagine whatever) n her nails done, a lil dirty talk, soft!katsuki like always from me, he gets a lil rough but still vanilla and overall just very soft and cute and full of compliments :)

a/n: this has taken me so long to write, like this has been in my drafts for MONTHS unfinished but i’m so obsessed with visualising reader here and pretty glasses wearing katsuki. so this is 1000% self indulgent and lovedrunk katsuki is my favourite so HERE IT FINALLY IS !! finished !! i’ve tried hard on this and it’s my first time writing most of whats here so i hope everything flows right !! that scene is dedicated to that anon that asked for it lmao and if nobody reads this i know i will be because sorry katsuki i find reader so pretty here too. move over.

———

bakugou katsuki has no clue how much hair and nails cost. like no clue at all. so when you text him on the way to an appointment;

katsuki 11:37am: What are you doing??? Miss your pretty face

katsuki 11:38am: this meeting is taking so fucking long and the guy keeps spitting when he talks?? Doesn’t he notice wtf

you 11:38am: On my way! to my nail and hair appointment !!! super excited do u wanna pick the colour ???

you 11:38am: IMAGE SENT, IMAGE SENT

you 11:39am: and sorry about ur meeting baby i say just walk out xoxo

he remembers how you mentioned before how these hair girlies —your words not his— charge so much nowadays and he doesn’t know what nail prices are so without too much thought, he sends you £500 underneath the table of his meeting. that would cover them both, right?

katsuki 11:41am: BAKUGOU K sent you £500

katsuki 11:41am: Would that cover it?

katsuki 11:42am: And I like the second colour or you could alternate between both on each finger? Is that a thing? Any colour would look good on you though you know that

bakugou locks his screen after pressing send, leaning his elbows on his knees to at least pretend to pay attention to this meeting. instead, he got lost in the thought of you, how he loves how your acrylic nails feel on his bare chest, when they scratch his back, even when they hold his face and well… other body parts too. they just made your hands look so pretty, so expensive like you shouldn’t be doing housework or hard labour. a life he’d definitely pay for you to live. so, on his first step to giving you anything you wanted, he’s starting small.

for hair, you hadn’t given him photo suggestions like your nails so he assumes that you’d already decided. what he loved most about when you got your hair done is how your confidence tweaked. a graph skyrocketing as soon as you’re out of the black leather chair. he could see in the way you moved and the way you spoke to him that you felt more confident in yourself, that you felt prettier than usual and bakugou fucking loved it. whether it was a trim, a new curly wig, straight bob or braids (bakugou loved long braids on you, the way they swayed when you spoke, how they rested just on top your ass, even how they looked around your head when you were laying down), he was nothing but obsessed with the change.

feeling a vibration in his hands he snapped out of his bubble of love, his face unlocking his device.

you 11:50am: wtf katsuki that’s SO much i don’t even need half of that !!! thank u but i’m gonna send u some back okay

you 11:51am: LN YN sent you £400

katsuki 11:52am: Don’t ever send me money

katsuki 11:52am: BAKUGOU K sent you £900

katsuki 11:53am: Shut up and take it. Use the rest on food or an uber idk

you 11:53am: you know i’m definitely with u for your money right? :)

katsuki 11:53am: I love you too pretty girl

you 11:54am: my appointments gonna start n i can’t type so talk to u later love u thank u loads xoxo

and from that message on, katsuki cannot wait to see you for the rest of the day. neither can the tent in his pants from the thought of your glistening smile, new hair and pointy nails.

he even tried to tempt you into sending photos, well aware of how long your hair takes you but every message was denied.

katsuki 5:24pm: Send me a pic baby

katsuki 5:24pm: Of your hair or nails. Either or. Don’t mind

you 5:26pm: be patient!! i’ll come to ur apartment after i’m finished eating and i’ll show you then xoxo

that was nearly two hours ago and bakugou was trying his utmost hardest to be patient. he’s never worked well with being teased, ideas dangled in front of his face and now only left to his imagination. so him trying to distract himself on his bed, clad only in his shorts and reading glasses with a book in hand wasn’t working much. he did contemplate a quick wank in the shower to pass time and to get some relief but he decided against it, waiting for the real you to step through the door. and when he heard his front door open and close, he jumped up like an excited bunny, casting his book to his bedside table.

“ka? you here?” you called, your voice bouncing joyfully off the walls.

“in my room, i wanna see you,” and just as he placed his sweaty hand on his doorknob to see your figure across the hall, you quickly called back.

“sit back on your bed, i’m coming!!”

bakugou let out a loud groan, hand dropping from the door and stomping back to lay on his bed like a toddler. luckily, you didn’t let him wait long because as soon as you stepped through the door, the wait was worth it. his eyes drew to your smile first like gravity, a sweet smile with this nervousness he could only understand as being faux. he knew you felt good because you looked so fucking good. your hair was in these long pretty brown braids, all the way down to your ass with these extra curly strands from each of them. you had most of them over your shoulder tucked behind your ears whilst a few escaped to hang by your cheeks. he wanted to touch you desperately but as his eyes focused on your soft hands he decided he wanted you to touch him. anywhere. feeling you scrape against his pecs and hold his face delicately. the hard on he sported all day was correct, so desperately correct.

“hey baby, sorry for taking so long, i met with mina and we went to eat at this new thai place—,“ and katsuki swears he’s a good listener, he could listen to you recite the dictionary from back to front but at this moment he couldn’t. he knew from the way you were babbling mindlessly about everything but about gorgeous you look, suggests you’re still playing your little teasing game.

“that sounds nice baby, now c’mere, lemme see you. you look so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he waffles, once again getting off his bed in his shirtless glory, his cute glasses perched on his nose with his arms out to grab at you.

you however just tut at him, it reminds him of those snooty rich girls in those dramas you like to watch and it only made the vein on the side of his cock pulsate, “katsuki wait, i’m coming. just gonna change so i can join you in bed.”

with another rejection, he made his way back to his previous position. shifting his shorts around so it wasn’t so obvious he was so fucking hard for you and rested his arms behind his head in a casual position. he also knew you were a fool for his biceps.

once you return after disappearing for a few minutes, you’re back wearing the sleep shorts that you keep in his apartment, the ones that made your ass cheeks hang out and a dainty camisole which revealed a layer of skin at your waist. katsuki held in the groan that threatened to escape him, or perhaps a moan at how delectable you looked right now. he could feel his cock harden in his shorts like a crowbar so he brings one hand down to press the heel of his palm for some relief. you pretend you don’t notice but the way you bat your lashes and scoop all your hair over one shoulder shows you do.

“please lemme touch you now, you’ve had me waiting for fuckin’ ages,” he practically begs, tone harsh and desperate. you do so, bare feet sinking into his carpet as you potter over to him.

you loved when katsuki was so clearly needy. the way he always tried to play it off like he was in control but he’d listen to anything you say. and right now, you felt like the shit, you had this big tank of a man under your spell. the way he’d shuffle up to lean on his pillows against his headboard, for a better view of your body and how his hands were making grabby motions so he can squeeze you.

very slowly, you straddle his tiny waist on his bed, placing your ass on his lower chest, “do you like my nails? i got them to mix match as you suggested.” you twinkled at him, dangling your decorated fingers in front of his face. you held your hands out to katsuki which he took in his own hands, placing hard kisses on both.

“mhm, they’re pretty,” then in a mumble, your nail hitting his glasses lens when he notices the letters you have on your two fingers in your left hand. a neat white B and K in crystals on your pointer and middle finger, “wait, is that for me? my initials?”

he flicks his ruby red pupils up to you and for a moment you lose yourself in him, the way the warm orange glow of his bedside lamp highlights his face so domestically, emphasising his sharp jaw and slope of his nose. the way his glasses looked so cute on his face, making your chest warm with how only you ever saw him wear them. even the way he felt under you, hard muscle caged in by your squishy thighs and his pretty perked nipples when you looked down.

it was kinda crazy how attracted you were to each other.

“you bought them for me, i wanted to show my appreciation,” and your words sound so sweet, dripping honey with your flirty smile. bakugou wanted to slam your face to his, show you how much he loved you, how much he appreciated you but you seemed determined to grind him down, cupping his flushed cheeks delicately and leaning over him to press two kisses on his lips.

“why’re you teasin’ me today, pretty girl?” he murmurs against your lips, his voice an octave deeper and his eyes narrowed in unmistakable desire. it made heat bloom in your underwear and you hope he can’t feel it under you just yet.

“‘m not, why would i after you’ve been so good to me today, ‘suki?” his hands squeeze at the fat of your hips and you bring yourself back up, your hands sliding from his cheeks to his pecs to his abs and bakugou’s clenching his eyes shut from the light touch and rough scrape of your nails. he swears you look like a goddess on top of him, your hair cascading down and brushing against your arms, even the way your nipples were practically saying hello to him from under your thin camisole.

once he opens his eyes again, a shaky breath fluttering from his lips he’s met with you sucking on your two fingers, the ones that carry his initials. you’re putting on a show for him, your pink tongue swirling around the digits, a grin on your features as your watch his pupils dilate and his hands squeeze the fat on your hips.

“why’re you doin’ that for, baby?” he rasps, eyes zoned in on your pretty pink tongue around your cute little fingers. usually, he’d be the one to yank your hand away, tell you to stop playing your silly little games but just looking at you feels like it’s stimulating him like he can feel your tongue on his cock just by looking at it.

“just getting ready for you. gonna treat you like you treated me today,” you say sweetly, shuffling back so you’re laying on your stomach between his chunky thighs. your ass was perched in the air, partly for comfortability and partly for show. bakugou understood what you meant immediately, lifting his hips to rip off his shorts to lay butt naked on his bed.

you grinned down at the member laying stiffly against his stomach, unmoving. katsuki truly had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. a little pre-come sat in his slit from your teasing, the head a dark brown and the two thick veins on the side of his length stood prominently, practically demanding you lick at them. with the trimmed bronde patch of hair at his base and his balls resting heavy, part of you felt bad that you’ve kept him waiting for so long.

“d’you wanna scrunchie baby, keep your pretty hair out your— mhm,” he chokes when the wet muscle of your tongue lays flat against his cock, licking stripes along his veins whilst your two spit covered fingers rub circles into the rounded head. you flutter your eyelashes up to your boyfriend, his ruby eyes focused on you like targets. one of his hands stretches to tuck some of your braids behind your ear so they don’t get messy and he props himself up under his head with his other arm. you almost groan at the sight of his tensed bicep.

“put it in your mouth,” he orders and you fight to not roll your eyes because obviously. though firstly, you press kisses along his cute mushroomed head, strangled groans releasing from katsuki’s chest.

“patience, gorgeous. i wanna take my time to really show my thanks.”

then you take just the tip of him in your mouth. he tastes a little salty on your tongue but you don’t mind, especially when you suck the tiniest bit, mixing in the swirl of your tongue down his slit and your pro hero boyfriend falls apart. really, you haven’t done as much as you usually do to garner this reaction. he’s bubbling with groans and his thigh is twitching beside you, so you do feel a little powerful that you can turn him into this.

he slides his hand to tuck under your chin, almost in a soft caressing motion to feel your jaw constrict every time you suck. he sharply inhales, gritting his teeth to try and not show how affected he is. you already know he is though.

for bakugou, it feels like he’s going through an identity crisis. anybody else could have told him but only now does he realise how obsessed with you he truly is. you’re laying between his legs, one warm hand wrapped around his length, your hands so tiny it makes his cock look larger than it actually is and your other hand a little clammy now resting on the skin of his thigh. despite such a lewd, pornographic scene in front of him, katsuki cannot for the life of him get over how pretty you are. your long lashes batting against the apples of your cheeks with your pretty glossy eyes and the cute little furrow of your eyebrows when you begin to try and take more of him in your mouth.

you sink deeper on his cock, your mouth wet and warm and katsuki’s biting down on his lip to minimise the sound of the animalistic groan about to leave him. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, you’re made for me, your lil mouth… it’s fuckin’ made for me.” and every word comes out so breathy, his swears being spat at you like he’s mad at the amount of control you have over him. though he’s definitely not mad, his hand on the nape of your neck as he admires your braids all over his thighs, his bedsheets and your back.

he even momentarily focuses on the way your ass is perched up in the air, all for him, with your shorts doing a shitty job at covering it up. bakugou feels overwhelmed, his mind getting fuzzy and he accidentally ruts up into your mouth making you release a strangled gag at the surprise. tears immediately flood your waterline and katsuki’s trying to fight his own grin. “sorry baby, y’just feel so good on me.”

and you’re a trooper, flicking your gorgeous eyes up to glare at him while you continue bobbing up and down him. he should have seen it coming, your manicured hand coming to rest at the base of his cock to cover what you can’t reach and he feels pride at how your fingertips and thumb aren’t touching from how thick he is. but abruptly, you squeeze there tightly as payback, making him harshly suck in air, frowning with the tiniest pout. though he can’t help the flutter of his eyes shutting and the mixture of a whine and groan which roll out soon after.

“fuckin hell baby, you’re way too—,” he starts to slur but his eyes glaze over with how messy your face looks. pretty lips covered in saliva and him. streaks of thick white and shiny liquid and he feels his cock get even heavier in your mouth. he didn’t think it would be possible.

you notice the switch in his ruby eyes. the light scarlet red turning darker, not meeting your eyes, just staring directly at your lips on him. “lemme face fuck you pretty, swear i won't go too hard,” he rambles, one of his fists the size of a grapefruit, gripping the bedsheets.

your eyes widen at his reaction, and you make an agreeing sound on his cock, nodding your head and blinking at him so he can get the message. and katsuki, still so appreciative of how pretty you look, carefully laces his fingers in your hair so his hand is gripping the back of your head. you let your throat go lax, blinking up at him puppylike, a sign that you're ready for him.

and he starts. his hips thrusting up to meet the thrusts of your head. he’s making all these half-sentences, “so pretty-“, “love you-“, “gonna give you every-,” and his eyes can barely open. it’s like he’s moving naturally, and when you clench you’re throat around him bakugou starts slurring, “my pretty girl, holy fuckin shit.” when he realises your fluttering moans in the air, vibrating on his cock and the way your ass is now rocking in the air into nothing, he knows he’s about to come.

“‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna fuckin—,” and he halts, frozen mid-thrust and he let’s go in the warm cave of your mouth. you suck and lick him all up clean, leaving him shiny with your saliva and lastly you crawl up to sit on your legs by his very passed out face. you both are similar, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and collarbones and you feel that your chest is the same. he’s coming down from his high, head lolled to the side like a scene from hentai with the heaving of his chest slowly becoming steady. when he opens his eyes at the sight of you, your bruised lips glossed with his cum and your spit, your eyes gazing down at him softly as your hands come to his face to take off his glasses and rest on his bedside table.

“did you like it, ‘ki?” you ask so innocently, your tongue swiping your bottom lip clean and tucking your hair behind your ear.

katsuki only blinks at you for a moment, again lost in your beauty and the state of you after working him so well. he can’t believe he’s stirring in his pants again.

“don’t be stupid. of course i did, i taught you how to use that mouth, didn’t i?” and he flicks his eyes over you, your arms pressing your tits together as your settle your hands between your thighs. so fucking pretty. you’re going to be the death of him. you’re about to roll your eyes in reply but he roughly grips your chin, yanking you to his face. “you’re so fuckin pretty, you’re gonna kill me.”

katsuki thrusts his tongue in your mouth, tasting him and your usual sweetness on your tongue. you press lightly at his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his jaw as you try your best to fight back with your own tongue but he easily dominates you. you could probably come from his kisses alone, but you wanna feel him stretch you out properly and you’re wet enough for him to slide in without any foreplay.

when you pull away, kissing away the spit connecting you both, you smile sneakily like a vixen ready to squeeze the life out of his heart. “can i sit on your cock? wanna show you how much i love you.”

katsuki’s chest literally feels like it’s on fire, your vulgar words mixed with the sweet sentiment that he reacts by dipping his fingers in your shorts, scooping up wetness from your hole and rubbing it all over your clit. you fall forward on your forearms on his chest, the cutest whine coming from you as you rub yourself on his palm, “don’t. wanna sit on your cock, ‘ki.” but you don’t stop moving your hips, breathing heavily as he circles your clit slowly.

“so wet just from suckin’ me off? you know you’ve been teasing me all day baby? do you even deserve to come on my cock?”

and bakugou’s lying right through his teeth, you deserve every bit of him, everything and more. but the way your head whips up to face him, puffy lips agape and eyes glossy at the possibility of not being able to come. you look like you’re about to start crying, your nails digging in his side to leave behind little crescent moon shapes.

“katsu no please, you gotta let me—,” you beg, hips rocking faster against his palm, a wet squelching sound filling the air.

“why? couldn’t even send me a picture of how pretty you looked. just wanted to love you, baby. then you come in my room actin’ like you own the place just because you look like a fuckin’ walkin’ goddess.”

a cry spills from your lips, your hand coming to tightly grip his one between your legs as you arch your back. you tremble beneath him, hips moving wildly and he keeps rubbing your bud, keeps rubbing till you’ve got nothing left to give. bakugou feels delirious just looking at you, you’re his pretty girl, his goddess. the stretch of your neck and your curled lashes on your cheeks from your squinted shut eyes. the way your hair is so long it’s resting on his bed. he works you through your orgasm, watching your hips roll on his hand before you yank his hand out your shorts with a squeak from the overstimulation.

“was that good enough for you princess?” he smirks, noticing your eyes half-lidded and the pout sitting on your lips. you fall forward to lay your cheek on his chest in exhaustion, peering up at him as he caresses your head.

“no. i still want your cock in me.”

you’re insatiable. graphic words spilling from your lips like they’re absolute. he’s spoiled you so much that you always want more and more and more. but who is he but happy to give it?

he harshly laughs, “you’re lucky i love you. i ain't givin’ anybody else my cock.”

“obviously not. i’d kill you if you did,” you purr, shuffling back up to pull off your damp shorts. katsuki watches as you kick them to the floor, left only in your camisole as you settle yourself on top of his thighs like a little duckling, palms rubbing at his lower stomach and his sides. you’re so handsy, even more so right now as you stare down at his dick in anticipation, it standing up yet again.

“fair. i wouldn’t kill you if you shared your pussy. would probably keep you in my apartment. love lookin’ at you,” he gives a dopey slanted smile, tugging on one of your braids.

“you’re so weird, ‘ki.” and with that, you slide your hand between your legs to collect the wetness there and you begin sliding it up and down his cock in a quick handy. you rub your thumb on his head, collecting the precome as you yank him up and down, smooth rumbles coming from katsuki like snow down a mountain, eyes half-lidded at you.

“don’t come, i wanna do it together,” you scold, hovering on top of him to position yourself correctly.

“wasn’t gonna. wouldn’t come from a fuckin’ handy,” he mutters his hands settling on your hips, feeling your muscles as you slowly sink on him. the glide is smooth, your walls squeezing around him just right and once he’s all the way in, you can feel his tip kissing your tender spot inside you. together, you moan in unison, both your eyes sliding shut as waves of pleasure flood through you with the first insertion.

though despite that, you still have enough brain power to taunt him, “don’t act like your better than a handy, you know i can make you come from one.”

you lean forward on him, your forearms on his chest so your face is right in his. the change in position makes you mewl on his lips and he pushes your head into his for a kiss. you’re both rocking into each other, his hips matching yours creating loud pat-pat-pats in the room, all done with his tongue twirling in your mouth like he’s breathing his air into you. you swear you can feel his pulse in you through him as he fills you up, every thrust a little harder than the last and he takes a moment to remember what you last said, “shut up, you’re so pretty when you’re quiet.”

you breathe a low laugh, hands sliding up to hold the side of his face, “liar.” biting on your lip to drown out a moan at a particularly sharp thrust. it was beginning to get messy and loud now, your thighs getting drenched and the wet squelch of your pussy. “you love my mouth and you always think i’m pretty.”

katsuki makes a sound between a grunt and a moan, his plush lips parted so you can see the clench of his teeth as he snaps up his hips.

with a yelp, he abruptly rolls you around into missionary, your back against his soft sheets as he hovers above you, hands planted by your face and the whole time, he stays connected.

“katsuki—”

“oh i fuckin’ adore you,” he whispers, it’s mostly said to himself, a thought that managed to escape through his mouth, all directed to your pussy. he gives another two thrusts simply to watch the rim of white around his cock move as he does. he moans at the sight, the way you cushion and squeeze him. he doesn’t have one reason why he should leave this position.

you wake him out of it a little, “move!! i wanna come!!” you whine and man, it’s probably the millionth time he’s thought it today but the sight of you, fucked out, impatient albeit a little sleepy with your eyes glossed over. a thin sheen of sweat on your skin with your hair over his pillow. people would spend big money to see you like this. not that he’d let them.

he starts up again like an engine, “you’re so fuckin’ spoiled,” his hips jolting as you try hard to meet him. he can tell you’re getting tired now so he leans back on his legs and grabs your hips tightly to begin thrusting you on him like a toy.

you’re wailing at the way he’s using you, eyes trailing to his hands holding you like you weigh nothing to his clenched biceps and the way his ruby eyes are locked onto him moving in and out of you.

“want— want you to come with me. can y’do that for me, baby? d’you think you can?” he stutters in a low growl, his words laced with his own orgasm creeping up.

“mhmp— yes, yes katsuki,” you slur.

and that’s enough for katsuki to change his pace and angle, tilting your hips up so your lower back is off the bed and bringing a hand to rub at your clit, “my pretty, you’re so good for me arent you?” he babbles, his thrusts becoming more precise, every time without fail he’s jabbing at your sweet spot, admiring the angel sighs falling from you.

“ka— ka— i’m gonna,” and he already knows, he can tell with the way you give him a harsh clench, forcing air out his body and making him lean over you. he keeps up the pace on your clit, “c-c’mon pretty, c’mon.” and your orgasm is only a catalyst for his, your body beginning to tremble as flashes of white cover your vision only the thought of katsuki behind your eyes. and katsuki dumps everything he’s got into you with his signature loud grunt and open mouth silent orgasm. he gives a few unexpected testing thrusts at the end, sucking in air through his teeth at the sensitivity before pulling out and dropping beside you on the bed.

both sweaty, chests heaving, you sit in silence for a few moments to come back down to earth. katsuki grabs your hand to hold against his chest and you can feel his heartbeat just as erratic as yours. “love you, you know. more than anythin’.” he turns his head to you and you giggle slowly turning on your side and resting a hand under your head.

“i love you too. more than anything.”

and the moment is nothing but sweet. bubbly laughs from you as he tickles your side and attacks your face in kisses because that seems to be the only thing he ever wants to do with you these days.

in the middle of a new chuckle building up, you pause, your hand at his chest, “clean me up. you’re all still sticky between me.” and bakugou wonders how he forgot, sitting up to peer down between your legs. “fuck. we made a fuckin’ mess.”

you roll your eyes at how his gaze becomes blown out so quickly, “no you did, now help clean me up so we can shower and go to sleep!”

and at the end of it all, including bakugou helping you up on wobbly legs to shower with you and sitting you in his bedroom comfy chair telling him about your day as he changes the bedsheets, you’re back in bed, this time under the covers.

“do you have my bonnet i keep here? the long one?”

your boyfriend hums, rolling over to open his bedside table and throwing it to you.

once you’ve tucked all your braids inside, pulling it up to your hairline, you snuggle into katsuki’s open arms where he kisses your forehead.

“love you, pretty girl.”

“love you too, gorgeous.”

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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male moans ppppppppuhpppypupupuhohpuphph

would katsuki let his gf play with his dick while its soft? 🧐

if i said no i’d be a LIAR !!!!!!

minors dni, smut but very light, literally just touching his dick lol

tbh i think bakugou would be so very like his body is yours. so you can do what you want with it and he rarely gets annoyed when you’re handsy. he likes the feeling of your hands on him and he finds it so hard to say no to you even if he didn’t want you to.

so he’s flicking through netflix on his massive tv trying to find something for you both to watch. he’s laying slouched on the sofa and youre comfortably in his arms, your arm strewn against his chest.

he kisses your scalp, “whaddaya wanna watch?”

you shrug, sneaking your hand up his tshirt to rub against his abs, “i don’t mind.”

he hums under you, “that’s not helpful, baby.” though he makes no comment at the feeling of your hand on him. he’s used to you being so touchy feely.

he’s still searching for something on the app, arm on the armrest and remote in hand. though yours slides past his abs and passes into the waistband of his joggers. you pull his underwear down just enough to pull his dick out. your fingers feel for it, soft and smooth, tracing up the veins on his length. the movement isn’t necessarily sexual, well, it’s as sexual as one can be without trying to be on a sexual body part. your hands don’t circle him like you do in a handjob. neither do they move up and down him in a rapid pace like he loves. you’re just touching like you would his arm or leg, out of care, attention and love.

he makes no move to shift your hand. he doesn’t mind, nor really care but he is curious.

“what’re you doin’?” he grumbles, eyes squinting slightly to stare at the screen to read the summary. his glasses are in his bedroom.

you giggle lightly, cheek squashed against his pectoral, “nothing. just waiting for you to choose something. do you want me to get your glasses?”

“no,” he grunts, “i’m good.”

you want to pull down his joggers, to see your skin against his, how he’s smaller and plumper, cuter you think but you wouldn’t dare say that out loud. especially compared to when you usually see him hard and raging, pre resting in his slit.

then he speaks up again in a low unaffected rumble, still not having found something, “are you tryin’ to make me hard? ‘cause i’m gonna get there if you keep on.”

you pinch his thigh, his leg twitching in response. he pulls you against him, his hand sliding to rest on your ass. he gives your flesh there a harsh squeeze as payback.

“i’m not!!” then you grip his length, wrist flicking to work him up and down, “otherwise i would have been doing this.”

his moan is immediate, sliding out of his mouth before he could control it and eyes sliding shut like gravity. “baby.” he whines, the remote dropping to the ground with a thud.

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tendostoefetish · 3 years ago

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trying to fit my entire fist into my mouth

wet dreams

katsuki’s never done this before.

cw: 18+, minors dni, they be fuckin dick n pussy style, f!reader

note: yes thank you jcole for this, completely inspired by that song.

bakugou katsuki is a virgin. it’s not something he talks about often and he’s not in conversations where his sex life comes up in public unless he’s with the boys so he can’t blame you for not knowing he is. in fact, you believe he’s a pro of some sorts. he’s strong, sexy, smart, you wouldn’t believe he was a virgin. how could he be looking like that? but then again he would have thought the exact same thing about you if you didn’t tell him first.

after a few cute text messages back and forth, a whole load of flirting, him telling you things he’d wanna do to you and you being oh so agreeable, texting back “i want you to show me.”

leading up to it, he’s low-key embarrassed to admit he’s actually a virgin and he’s stressed the fuck out. you’re texting him excited because you’ve planned to finally do it this saturday. “my parents aren’t home for the weekend so come whenever you want :)” and all he’s got to say is, “yeah baby sounds like a plan.”

when katsuki walks into your bedroom, you’re pretty and eager. in tiny pyjama shorts and a tight tank top that makes your tits look plush. you stand right under his nose, palm on his chest as you brush your lips against his jaw, “you needa take care of me ‘ki. i don’t want it to hurt.” you lay soft kisses across his jaw, ducking into his neck and katsuki’s chest feels like a tsunami. your touch feels so good, his dick is getting hard in his underwear and he’s overthinking everything. do guys get hard just from kisses? hurt? is he going to hurt you? what if you cry? what if he comes too quick?

but he wants to take care of you, he wants your first time to be with him. he smoothes his hands under your tank at the skin of your waist. he starts to massage you, ducking down to squeeze at your ass, “course i’ll take care of you baby. treat you like a princess like you deserve.”

you glance up like a puppy. round glossy eyes and parted lips that he’s begging to the gods that he doesn’t bust right there. your arousal is evident, fuck, he feels like he can smell it in the room. “like i deserve?”

“fuck, yeah baby,” and your first kiss of the night is shared. he pecks your lips, a little awkwardly he thinks, only touches half your lips and the rest on your cheeks but your smile right after shows you don’t think it is. you slide your hands up to his neck and he sighs, a fluttering high pitched one that makes him feel embarrassed. it doesn’t help you giggling afterwards.

“don’t laugh,” he huffs with a frown, bending forward so both your noses are brushing against each other. “gotta sensitive neck.” something he only realised today.

“sorry, ‘ki. guess it won’t be too bad if i…,” you stand on your tiptoes and lay little wet pecks on his cheek then covering his neck.

like the whore he is, he stretches his neck and moans. bakugou moans unlike he’s ever moaned before. the moan travels from the deepest pit of his gut, into his lungs and almost erupts like a volcano. you’re not even touching his dick yet, and he’s moaning like he’s buried deep inside you. he doesn’t feel this hot burn in his chest when he masterbates in his bedroom. is this supposed to feel this good? just kisses on his neck? but it isn’t just anything, it feels like everything. your hands are sneaking up his shirt and he didn’t mean to but one of his thighs is slotted between both your legs. he can feel the heat from pussy and he’s not sure if it’s his mind playing tricks on him but he swears it’s a little damp on his thigh now.

“do you like that?” you whisper, and fuck, apparently your cute little voice can be drenched in seduction making his dick strain against the zipper of his jeans.

he grunts and he hopes you know he’s agreeing, “love it baby, fuckin’—.” and he snaps out of it, flicking his head down to meet your eyes.

you stop at the abruptness of his movements, insecurity sneaking into your eyes as you drop back down on the balls of your feet.

“sorry did i—.”

“this is about you darlin’, not me,” he splutters, sliding his forearm under your ass to pick you up and you squeal, tightening your arms and legs around his body.

heat smothers your lower half at the fluidity of his movements. how easily he picked you up, like you weighed nothing to him to even how he held the back of your head when he rested you back on your bed. then he pulls up from you, sliding his hands down your waist, your bare thighs till he’s back to his full height.

bakugou stared down at you. if not for the fact his immense size over you should terrify you, the massive tent in his jeans actually might end up wrecking you. but his stare becomes softer, the hot arousal swimming in his ruby pupils turning possessive and… ambitious?

“‘ki, i know you’re a pro but you need to be gentle,” you nervously smile, sitting up on your forearms to pull your top over your head, your nipples stiffening with the brush of cold air. katsuki moans audibly, your hand reaching up to palm at his bicep and your calf brushes at his waist.

“you’re gonna kill me baby,” he mutters, bending down to press timid kisses to your breasts, nibbling a little around the sides.

he feels your throat tightening at his touch, your fingers sneaking up to rake through his hair. “oh… oh my… katsuki, i…” you tremble out, a sharp inhale when he takes one breast whole in his mouth to suck.

if bakugou was being honest here, he wasn’t sure what he was doing. he was using his hands to feel how you were reacting and every nibble had your leg pulling him even closer to you. your back arched at every suck and you sounded angelic, “katsuki, you’re doing so… feels so good.”

and he lets go of your breast with a pop, his lips wet and your breast shiny. “you’re beautiful. y’know that, right? a fuckin’ angel on earth.”

you’re already feeling overwhelmed. your first time topless in-front of a boy, hornier than you’ve ever been in your life and he’s being so sweet, almost romantic how he strokes his thumb against your hip and pecks your cheek. you don’t think you’d even have the words to say thank you so you just tug the hem of his t-shirt.

“take it off,”

“anythin’,”

it’s like an advert, a french cologne one or an underwear one. the masculine way he takes the corner of his top and yanks it off with one swoop. the sweet strong smell of him taking over your bedroom. bakugou katsuki is gorgeous. you almost feel grateful you’re one of the lucky girls he lets see him like this.

“and your jeans. off… please,”

bakugou laughs, a harsh fluttering one that tickles your insides. he hopes you like how he looks. how amateur is that? he feels like he’s a regressed a little, just a boy hoping a pretty girl thinks he’s handsome. so after embarrassingly hopping on one foot to yank off his jeans, another giggle leaving your bruised lips making his dick harden even more now there was no constrictions, he kneads your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

you both have your underwear on and you both can clearly see the patch of wetness in his boxers and your panties. he was massive. just like you thought and you swear he was growing the longer you looked at him. the room slid into a silence for a moment. just you both admiring both of your bodies, how close you both were if you removed your underwear.

bakugou cleared his throat, your eyes flicking away from his tight black underwear to his glowing pupils. was he staring at you for too long? wouldn’t any honest man stare at you as long as he did?

“so d’you like what you see?”

instantly, he regrets what he said. he hopes it comes out cocky, like he’s expecting you to say yes instead of slimy with insecurity. though immediately you nod, a cute little hum that makes you rub your lips together and shuffle even closer to him that his dick is pressing between your legs. pressing against your pussy.

“yes. you’re so sexy,” and you glance away from him a second, like you’re nervous to admit something, “you make me wanna touch myself.” you bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as if to compose yourself.

“oh shit. fuck.” he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m gonna take your shorts off,” ask, idiot, “you gonna let me take them off?”

your eyes snap open, and you’re like dough, letting him do anything he asks. you nod, your lip still between your teeth. you’re so gorgeous.

holding his breath, katsuki grips the top of your shorts and pulls them down your legs. in his mind he’s going way too fast, he wants to feel the smooth curve of your ass, your supple thighs, your strong calves. in your mind he’s going way too slow, but you’re obsessed with how he’s looking at you. like he wants to bite, suck, taste every bit of you, his eyes low yet focused like he needs to commit every bit of you to memory. you want him now.

once your shorts are off, you’re now laying bare for him and your knees knock together to hide yourself from his desperate gaze. he makes no move to pull your knees apart, despite how much he’s dying to. instead, he just rests each hand on top of a knee and says, “can i see you princess? dyin’ to see you.” might as well be honest.

there probably wasn’t anything he could ask from you that you wouldn’t do. with a gentle breath, he can tell from the rise of your chest, you drag your knees apart.

and there you are.

his hands slide down your thighs, stopping right at your pussy lips. then a strangled, pained groan leaves his throat. you were wet, soaked in fact, strings of your own pleasure sticking from each side and there at the top was your cute little nub.

“you’re gonna make my dick fall off,” he mumbles so incoherently that you only half hear what he says though you make out the ending, a chuckle coursing through your veins.

“i’m ready for you, ‘ki.” you smile and it’s as if you’re glowing from the insides. your teeth white with your lazy grin and you already look fucked. eyes lovelost and bottom lip plump from his kisses.

“you don’t want me to eat you out? i wanna taste you baby,” he’s talking to your pussy at this point, his thumb brushing from your ass cheeks, pass your pussy to your clit. you’re a bundle of nerves, every part of you vibrating and reacting at his touch. you blink, realising what he just said.

eating you out? that’s an offer? you take a second to imagine what it would be like, his pretty face between your thighs, licking and gulping you down. pressing your wriggling hips down with one hand as he works you to an orgasm with only his mouth.

“next time, okay? wanna feel you inside me,”

as much as katsuki wants to bury his face in you, maybe even be suffocated by your thighs, he was the tiniest bit grateful he’d have some time to research before he went down on you. by research he might ask kaminari. or todoroki, who knows what he gets up to.

“next time then. i won’t forget that,” he straightens out with you, even levelling you with a glare and point of his finger that doesn’t match the sexy atmosphere at all. he wants to kick himself for that but your eyes widen at his playfulness before succumbing to a sweet giggle.

“promise. take off them off now,”

and idiotically, he follows your state to his underwear, dropping his head down and gulping. fuck. it’s time. katsuki does what he does best, making it about you so he doesn’t worry about himself.

“no rush baby, i’m gonna be here all evening,” he jokes, and now he’s overthinking it, when does bakugou katsuki joke? so with one deep breath, he scrambles out his underwear, leaving his thick leaking cock to slap against his chest. he’s never been so hard in his life.

“oh my… that’s not gonna fit inside me, ‘ki,” you stammer. you look sorta scared of his extra limb, your eyes fearful though your fingers curious, reaching up on your forearms to touch him.

“if you touch me i’m gonna—,” he tries to warn but it’s too late. your tiny palm, much smaller than his, wraps around him tightly and he needs to brace himself forward for some stability.

“are you… do you usually get this hard?” you ask, following the pulsing thick veins that coat him and your pupils are glossy with curiosity now.

“only for… only for you, fuck,” he groans and he doesn’t mean to, he doesn’t even think he’s in control as his hips begin to thrust in your hand. you gasp as he does so, watching his body, his abs tightening and the clench of his jaw. katsuki drops his head in your neck and you can’t help the bloom of pride in the centre of your chest. you’re doing this to him. whatever you’re doing… is getting him like this.

he’s thrusting into your palm and you only wonder how he’d feel between your legs, inside you. the ridges and veins rubbing against your walls, every twitch and the pure masculine heat of him on top of you.

then you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and his voice is muffled against your neck. “i’m not gonna fuckin’ last inside of you if we keep at this.”

you’re amazed at how he sounds like he does after a workout. he pulls away from your neck and a gush of wetness drips from between you. you clamp your legs together so he doesn’t notice the growing stain in your bedsheets. his blonde hair is tousled, messy and so fucking sexy. his cheeks are a breathless pink and his lips are parted, inching towards yours like he needs you to breathe.

he only means to peck you but you both keep getting lost in each other, forgetting what he came here to do. but this is part of the fun, right? after sucking on your tongue, he kisses away the string of spit and softly pushes you back down.

then he panics for a second, “fuck, lemme get a condom.”

after scrambling for his jeans on the ground he holds one up like won a prize. then you had the joy of watching bakugou rip a condom open with his teeth, pinch the top and roll the rest over his dick. this is how he practiced, those videos he watched before he came here and the night before.

“you’re so sexy.” you whisper and he realises how completely disconnected he is from you. lost in his head while you’re lost in him. he mentally punches himself.

“not as sexy as you baby,” he cheeses, placing his hands on your hips pulling your knees apart to see you again.

“i’m gonna take it slow, okay baby? gonna take my time on you. tell me if it’s too much.”

holding the base of his dick he easily finds your slippery hole. quickly, he rubs himself up and down you to lubricate himself before slowly pushing himself into you.

“there we fuckin’ go. good girl. my good girl,” he mutters, teeth gritted as an inch of him disappears inside of you. “fuck,” he groans the same time as you sharply inhale, your lower half tensing up.

“relax for me baby, it’ll feel better when you relax okay?” and he’s not sure where this reassurance comes from, he’s not sure if he’s even correct in what he’s saying but one of his thumbs come to rub at your hip and you’re so fucking tight around his tip he’s low-key proud he hasn’t nut yet.

“too much ‘ki, too much,” you whine, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to embrace him and once he bends down to get closer to you, he accidentally slides further into you.

“oh… oh shit… katsuki,” he looks between your squinted eyes to both of you connected. another inch inside.

“sorry baby, didn’t mean to. you’re doing good, so pretty under me,”

and he’s not sure how he does it but you open your eyes as his hand cups your cheek.

“pretty?”

he nods with a grunt, “pretty like a fuckin’ doll.”

like his compliment spurs you on, you shuffle under him, repositioning your back so your legs are in the air, “move… try move now.”

“y’sure?”

“mhm.”

and then he thrusts another two inches into you, analysing how your eyes flutter shut and your mouth gapes open. your nails scratch at his back as your hand grips a tuft of his hair.

“oh katsuki, oh my god.”

you’ve never felt so full in your life. this was different than your vibrator or your tiny dildo you’ve used on yourself for many nights in this same bed. this time youve got a real beating dick inside of you, filling you up it’s as if it’s tickling your throat. once you let the initial bodily surprise of him rush over you, you press a kiss to his neck.

“move ‘ki,”

and bakugou starts rocking into you, thrusting in and out slowly. he hopes he doesn’t mark you from how hard he’s gripping your hips but he’s trying, no, he needs to go slow for you. “you feel better princess?”

bakugou groans when your hips begin to rock back into his, slapping back into him with a loud pat pat pat in the air. holy shit, he was having sex, having sex with you.

“yes, feels good ‘ki. so full, like you’re e-everywhere.” you moan, tits jiggling with every thrust you both make.

your hand trails down your stomach, your two fingers landing on your clit and circling on it with practiced skill. “oh god, oh god.”

“not god, baby. ‘m katsuki,” he mumbles into your neck, picking up his pace and feeling your back arch underneath him.

once your hand speeds up between you both, you begin to clench down on him in sporadic times. you were unpredictable, squeezing tightly, coating him in your wet warmth. he understood now what everyone was talking about. why so many people were obsessed with sex. to have you below him, making the prettiest sounds, pussy soaked because of him. how could he not get addicted to this?

“‘ki, ‘ki i’m gonna, i think i’m gonna c-c—,”

“oh fuck, fuckin’, fuckin’ shit—,”

it was like a snowball falling down a mountain, first you were rolling down before falling into him and bringing him down with you.

reaching an orgasm on your own is something. but reaching one at the same time as someone else, being the cause of each others is in a whole different ball park. your body twitched and spasmed underneath him all whilst holding him by the neck against you and your fingers still playing at your clit. your legs trembled at his sides as your lips parted for the sweetest sweetest mewl he’s ever heard.

then for bakugou his hips wouldn’t stop jolting, he was almost sure he was about to leak out of the condom how much he was coming. is that even possible? he growled like an animal into your neck, mumbling all sorts about how pretty you are, how your pussy feels like heaven and how you have to be an angel in earth. once he finished twitching and completely dumped everything he’s got into the condom he kisses your cheek for you to open your eyes.

you open them with a shy smile, exhaustion written in your features. “you okay, baby?”

“mhm,” you respond with a nod, brushing the stray blonde locks from his sweaty forehead. “better than i imagined.”

“you imagined this?” bakugou asked incredulously.

“of course! haven’t you?”

now it was katsuki’s time to laugh at himself, all the pent up anxiety to perform well seeping out of him. “yeah, had many imaginary dates with you and my hand.”

you breathe a laugh, “same, but my vibrator in the mix too.”

“oh shit, vibrator? for real?” your laugh gets louder, at the surprised look on his face like you just told him unicorns exist.

“yes, katsuki i have one. maybe i’ll let you use it on me sometime,” then suddenly nerves took over, like you took it too far, “if… if you still want there to be another time?”

katsuki frowns at you, resting on his forearms to stare down at you, “my dick is still in you and you’re asking if i want another time? you promised you were gonna let me eat you out, there’s definitely gonna be another time, princess.”

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